random fic; amat ; starscream/euphemia
post amat, kind of a what if, on if euphemia went home with starscream and they took over the universe (nicely) together.
IN OTHER WORDS, most dysfunctional couple ever.
[The conversation that inspired this bit:
Chii
AIM
8:47
ask 10 different people how to say 10 different words so she'd know how to say something dirty in cybertronian without any of them knowing why she's asking
8:47
and then like just
8:48
walk past him while he's on his throne and say it all smug-like.
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:48
LMAO
8:48
just like
8:48
"... What. You. My chambers. Now. Get the battery-clamps."
Chii
AIM
8:48
LMFAO.
8:48
Starscream: AND FURTHERMORE, YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS nghfhfgfhgfkhkgs
8:49
and everyone's like UHHH IS HIS RANT DONE?
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:49
LMAOAOOOOOOOOO
Chii
AIM
8:49
and euphie's just like /STANDS IN THE CORNER WAIIIITING~
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:49
Starscream: EXCUSE ME THERE IS A FAMINE ON IACON THAT REQUIRES MY IMMEDIATE ATTENTION BYE.
Chii
AIM
8:50
lmfao and euphie's just like YOU MADE THAT PLANET UP ~ /walls in their room anyway
8:50
oh god they'd have like this mass of made up fucking planets.
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:50
IACON IS A REAL PLACE.
8:50
They just...
8:50
dont have famines.
Chii
AIM
8:50
fffffff
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:50
LOL Starscreams list of made up planets
8:51
"I HAVE BUSINESS ON... POR...PORTUGALICON."
Chii
AIM
8:51
flmaskdjglajksgjklasd
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:52
he just
8:52
has a giant map in their room
8:52
and sticks a tack in for every planet he makes uo
8:52
up*
8:52
just huge map of the universe for planets that exist solely for excuses.]
“It’s impressive,” Euphemia says with a hint of amusement, leaning against the door, one hand on her hip.
Starscream jumps like he’s been shocked, red optics narrowing when they focus on her, and he shifts his body to try and hide the bulletin board; he’s big, but he’s not that big, and Euphemia just wanders forward to peek around him, looking at the charts and maps that are used for navigation, normally. Theses, she assumes, are copies, due to the fact that there are huge yellow circles around areas that possible worlds might be, and tacks littering the paper.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Starscream says as intimidatingly as he can, and nudges her with his foot; she just laughs, and pushes herself up to sit on it, ignoring his long-suffering sigh.
“You make the passcodes easy,” Euphemia laughs, looking up at the charts, and the legend, and then pauses, lips twisting from ‘mild amusement’ to ‘full blown glee’ at what she sees on there. “You’re making up planets, now?” she asks with disbelief mixed with laughter in her voice, the laughter getting louder as he shakes his foot a little bit, and grunts things under his breath about insubordinate consorts and stupid passcodes.
To his credit, he just keeps marking places until she’s done with her giggle fit, giving her a less than amused look, which only threatens to send her into giggles again. “This,” he says with all the air and elegance of introducing a newly conquered planet, “is an excuse map.”
“...Oh,” Euphemia says, biting her lip to keep from laughing again. “And here, you’d think that Air Commander Starscream would be able to resist his consort and not have to make up planets for excuses.” Grinning wickedly, she pats the metal she sits on, mimicking his voice. “Oh, I can’t do any conquering today, planet Islthublus needs me to check on how the cattle are, and make sure there’s no uprising, be back in a few hours~”
He picks her up by her waist, optics narrowed, and then walks over to their bedroom door, ducking in, and tosses her onto the bed, waiting long enough to hear her squeak as she lands and bounces in the huge bed. “I know the passcode,” Euphemia calls with a huff, still more amused than anything else, and the door shuts as he backs out of the way, leaving her to sigh and--
SNAP.
Euphemia pauses. Eyes the door. Really hopes that's not the sound of him punching the control panel that determines whether their door opens or stays shut. Watches the light that signals the door is on, flicker, flicker, fli-- and it dims, which means she’s locked in until he decides to pry the door open again. Huffing, she flops back onto the bed, taking up as much room as she can, and naps until he fixes their door again.
IN OTHER WORDS, most dysfunctional couple ever.
[The conversation that inspired this bit:
Chii
AIM
8:47
ask 10 different people how to say 10 different words so she'd know how to say something dirty in cybertronian without any of them knowing why she's asking
8:47
and then like just
8:48
walk past him while he's on his throne and say it all smug-like.
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:48
LMAO
8:48
just like
8:48
"... What. You. My chambers. Now. Get the battery-clamps."
Chii
AIM
8:48
LMFAO.
8:48
Starscream: AND FURTHERMORE, YOU WILL ADDRESS ME AS nghfhfgfhgfkhkgs
8:49
and everyone's like UHHH IS HIS RANT DONE?
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:49
LMAOAOOOOOOOOO
Chii
AIM
8:49
and euphie's just like /STANDS IN THE CORNER WAIIIITING~
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:49
Starscream: EXCUSE ME THERE IS A FAMINE ON IACON THAT REQUIRES MY IMMEDIATE ATTENTION BYE.
Chii
AIM
8:50
lmfao and euphie's just like YOU MADE THAT PLANET UP ~ /walls in their room anyway
8:50
oh god they'd have like this mass of made up fucking planets.
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:50
IACON IS A REAL PLACE.
8:50
They just...
8:50
dont have famines.
Chii
AIM
8:50
fffffff
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:50
LOL Starscreams list of made up planets
8:51
"I HAVE BUSINESS ON... POR...PORTUGALICON."
Chii
AIM
8:51
flmaskdjglajksgjklasd
Blurrpanioncube
AIM
8:52
he just
8:52
has a giant map in their room
8:52
and sticks a tack in for every planet he makes uo
8:52
up*
8:52
just huge map of the universe for planets that exist solely for excuses.]
“It’s impressive,” Euphemia says with a hint of amusement, leaning against the door, one hand on her hip.
Starscream jumps like he’s been shocked, red optics narrowing when they focus on her, and he shifts his body to try and hide the bulletin board; he’s big, but he’s not that big, and Euphemia just wanders forward to peek around him, looking at the charts and maps that are used for navigation, normally. Theses, she assumes, are copies, due to the fact that there are huge yellow circles around areas that possible worlds might be, and tacks littering the paper.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Starscream says as intimidatingly as he can, and nudges her with his foot; she just laughs, and pushes herself up to sit on it, ignoring his long-suffering sigh.
“You make the passcodes easy,” Euphemia laughs, looking up at the charts, and the legend, and then pauses, lips twisting from ‘mild amusement’ to ‘full blown glee’ at what she sees on there. “You’re making up planets, now?” she asks with disbelief mixed with laughter in her voice, the laughter getting louder as he shakes his foot a little bit, and grunts things under his breath about insubordinate consorts and stupid passcodes.
To his credit, he just keeps marking places until she’s done with her giggle fit, giving her a less than amused look, which only threatens to send her into giggles again. “This,” he says with all the air and elegance of introducing a newly conquered planet, “is an excuse map.”
“...Oh,” Euphemia says, biting her lip to keep from laughing again. “And here, you’d think that Air Commander Starscream would be able to resist his consort and not have to make up planets for excuses.” Grinning wickedly, she pats the metal she sits on, mimicking his voice. “Oh, I can’t do any conquering today, planet Islthublus needs me to check on how the cattle are, and make sure there’s no uprising, be back in a few hours~”
He picks her up by her waist, optics narrowed, and then walks over to their bedroom door, ducking in, and tosses her onto the bed, waiting long enough to hear her squeak as she lands and bounces in the huge bed. “I know the passcode,” Euphemia calls with a huff, still more amused than anything else, and the door shuts as he backs out of the way, leaving her to sigh and--
SNAP.
Euphemia pauses. Eyes the door. Really hopes that's not the sound of him punching the control panel that determines whether their door opens or stays shut. Watches the light that signals the door is on, flicker, flicker, fli-- and it dims, which means she’s locked in until he decides to pry the door open again. Huffing, she flops back onto the bed, taking up as much room as she can, and naps until he fixes their door again.