A handful of Drabbles
I promise I did some work today at my job, but the muses were all over me today.
I offer five drabbles, three are TF 2007 movie-based and two really random BW/TFA crossovers...
All brought to you thanks to the prompt generator!
Ironhide / Optimus Prime / captured
“Get back here, Prime!”
Optimus glared back at Ironhide. “Not a chance!”
“I caught you fair and square. Now get your aft back here!” the Weapons Specialist growled.
With a long sigh, Optimus turned and moved back towards Ironhide. “I thought the event was over once I was captured. What more am I suppose to do?” he asked in annoyance.
The eat-shit grin that Ironhide gave him was perhaps the most unnerving thing he’d ever witness.
“You didn’t read all the rules, did you? Your aft is mine for the rest of the night.”
There was something about how he said it that made Optimus’ frame suddenly heat up. Maybe next year he would stick with the auction idea.
Optimus Prime / Frenzy / skin
Having skin was purely a human attribute and there was nothing about it that Cybertronians could relate to. Except, perhaps, the ability to feel the touches of others. The idea was the same but executed quite different, as nano sensors picked up vibrations and pressures and sometimes, even texture.
Optimus felt the tickling rush of something moving up his torso. Glancing down, he only watched in mild amusement as Frenzy traversed the great expanse, cursing in gibberish - sometimes Cybertronian. A small limb pushed past an opening in his armor, pushing against sensitive wires, causing Optimus to hiss. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed and Optimus’ little pet began to focus more on those openings.
They didn’t have skin, but they had plenty else to make up for it.
Maggie Madsen / Xbox360con / dominance
“Fuck yes!” the young blond threw her hands in the air and yelled, cackling with triumph. She shot a fierce look at her partner, wiping her sweaty palms against the material of her shorts. “Told you I could kick your ass at any game you threw at me,” she commented to the rather dejected looking X-box transformer.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. You knew what my reputation was in this game. You’re the one who took the risk!”
The gaming console chattered sourly and looked away from Maggie. She gave a sigh and rolled her eyes before leaning over to her partner. “Bet I know how else I can dominate you,” she whispered, voice full of promise.
Blackarachnia / Optimus Primal / damaged
Blackarachnia glared at the, what was it again? Oh yes, Maximal. The great, hairy ape gave her a much more gentle look.
“While I’m pretty sure you aren’t telling the whole story, I’m not about to turn my back on an injured bot - Predacon or Maximal,” the gorilla said.
She gave a sigh and shrugged. “Whatever. The moment I’m healed, I’m outta here to find my ticket off this rock. Where is this place anyway?” Blackarachnia growled.
“Earth,” came the surprising answer.
“What?!”
This amused the ape apparently, as he gave a slight smile and moved towards the door. “I’ll send one of my team in later, Silverbolt. He’ll be able to answer any other questions you may have.”
Blackarachnia swore as the door shut. Fragging Optimus Primal. It would just be her luck to end up with a bot by the same namesake that’s just as much a pain in her aft. She looked at her legs and willed the damage undone, all the while wondering if she could just crawl out of here.
Dinobot / Bumblebee / Penance
Getting trapped within the incoming transwarp field proved to be the least of Dinobot’s worries when he returned to consciousness. No, his first and foremost concern was why he was in a small, run-down building with a painfully-yellow bot staring at him. He narrowed his optics and slowly sat up, ignoring the protest of his stiff joints.
“Where am I?” he snarled.
The yellow bot arched an optic at him. “Wow, I hope you’re just not a morning bot,” he commented. “To answer your question, Detroit, Michigan.”
Dinobot stared at the stranger, letting the confusion pour into his face.
The yellow bot gave him a wary look. “Um…Earth?”
“This? This cannot be Earth!” he growled.
“Yeah, it can,” the yellow bot quipped back.
“Who’s in charge here? I demand to speak with your leader!” he growled, his patience wearing thin.
“Look buddy, you aren’t getting anything out of me with an attitude like that.”
It was then that Dinobot wondered if, perhaps, he’d died and was now paying his penance for being such an aft to his comrades. Slag, this could take a while.
I offer five drabbles, three are TF 2007 movie-based and two really random BW/TFA crossovers...
All brought to you thanks to the prompt generator!
Ironhide / Optimus Prime / captured
“Get back here, Prime!”
Optimus glared back at Ironhide. “Not a chance!”
“I caught you fair and square. Now get your aft back here!” the Weapons Specialist growled.
With a long sigh, Optimus turned and moved back towards Ironhide. “I thought the event was over once I was captured. What more am I suppose to do?” he asked in annoyance.
The eat-shit grin that Ironhide gave him was perhaps the most unnerving thing he’d ever witness.
“You didn’t read all the rules, did you? Your aft is mine for the rest of the night.”
There was something about how he said it that made Optimus’ frame suddenly heat up. Maybe next year he would stick with the auction idea.
Optimus Prime / Frenzy / skin
Having skin was purely a human attribute and there was nothing about it that Cybertronians could relate to. Except, perhaps, the ability to feel the touches of others. The idea was the same but executed quite different, as nano sensors picked up vibrations and pressures and sometimes, even texture.
Optimus felt the tickling rush of something moving up his torso. Glancing down, he only watched in mild amusement as Frenzy traversed the great expanse, cursing in gibberish - sometimes Cybertronian. A small limb pushed past an opening in his armor, pushing against sensitive wires, causing Optimus to hiss. The reaction didn’t go unnoticed and Optimus’ little pet began to focus more on those openings.
They didn’t have skin, but they had plenty else to make up for it.
Maggie Madsen / Xbox360con / dominance
“Fuck yes!” the young blond threw her hands in the air and yelled, cackling with triumph. She shot a fierce look at her partner, wiping her sweaty palms against the material of her shorts. “Told you I could kick your ass at any game you threw at me,” she commented to the rather dejected looking X-box transformer.
“Oh, don’t give me that look. You knew what my reputation was in this game. You’re the one who took the risk!”
The gaming console chattered sourly and looked away from Maggie. She gave a sigh and rolled her eyes before leaning over to her partner. “Bet I know how else I can dominate you,” she whispered, voice full of promise.
Blackarachnia / Optimus Primal / damaged
Blackarachnia glared at the, what was it again? Oh yes, Maximal. The great, hairy ape gave her a much more gentle look.
“While I’m pretty sure you aren’t telling the whole story, I’m not about to turn my back on an injured bot - Predacon or Maximal,” the gorilla said.
She gave a sigh and shrugged. “Whatever. The moment I’m healed, I’m outta here to find my ticket off this rock. Where is this place anyway?” Blackarachnia growled.
“Earth,” came the surprising answer.
“What?!”
This amused the ape apparently, as he gave a slight smile and moved towards the door. “I’ll send one of my team in later, Silverbolt. He’ll be able to answer any other questions you may have.”
Blackarachnia swore as the door shut. Fragging Optimus Primal. It would just be her luck to end up with a bot by the same namesake that’s just as much a pain in her aft. She looked at her legs and willed the damage undone, all the while wondering if she could just crawl out of here.
Dinobot / Bumblebee / Penance
Getting trapped within the incoming transwarp field proved to be the least of Dinobot’s worries when he returned to consciousness. No, his first and foremost concern was why he was in a small, run-down building with a painfully-yellow bot staring at him. He narrowed his optics and slowly sat up, ignoring the protest of his stiff joints.
“Where am I?” he snarled.
The yellow bot arched an optic at him. “Wow, I hope you’re just not a morning bot,” he commented. “To answer your question, Detroit, Michigan.”
Dinobot stared at the stranger, letting the confusion pour into his face.
The yellow bot gave him a wary look. “Um…Earth?”
“This? This cannot be Earth!” he growled.
“Yeah, it can,” the yellow bot quipped back.
“Who’s in charge here? I demand to speak with your leader!” he growled, his patience wearing thin.
“Look buddy, you aren’t getting anything out of me with an attitude like that.”
It was then that Dinobot wondered if, perhaps, he’d died and was now paying his penance for being such an aft to his comrades. Slag, this could take a while.