Fic- Stone and Earth Structure, Tap-Out/Glyph, December Minibot Challenge Piece
Title/Prompt: Stone and Earth Structure
Writer: Left_eye_better
Rating: K+
Characters: Tap-Out and Glyph
Summary: Sometimes it takes a bad situation to get good results
Warning: None, beside that it’s Unbeta’d
Word Count: 1463
Continuity: G1
Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara/whoever.
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Note: Takes place sometime after the piece ‘Local Flora.’
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Glyph had decided that was the end. She was tired of being so close, yet always being placed on a pedestal that the green mech did not allow himself. She had submitted the request for a new bodyguard, as much as she knew it would hurt him, as much as she knew he would think he failed her in some way. She felt it had to be done. Her hand was on her mask and the blue minibot was glad for the feature.
The femme tried to console herself. Telling herself that his recklessness had sent more and more of her missions astray, and that one day at the rate it was going she’d see his death. Shaking her helm minutely, Glyph knew she couldn’t stand herself if he died protecting her. The computer terminal beeped to indicate the message had been sent. The request would be reviewed by the next time they returned to their check-in base. It was time to move on to the next assignment. She took a large amount of air into her vents, and stuck her chestplate out. She could handle one more time of this, this thing they had and yet didn’t. Some days she wished she was a brave femme, and had taken that green triplechanger’s advice.
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This was supposed to be the last one. It was supposed to be an easy one. Glyph ducked her helm against Tap-Out’s front as the explosions rocked the ancient stone and earth structure they had managed to take refuge in. The green mech was on top of her shielding her from sight and damage. He had told her to dump herself into stasis. That it would make her harder to detect if they had scanners, but she wouldn’t, she couldn’t leave him like that, not to the Quintessons. Her hands clutched at his sides, his helm was near to her own and in between the audial shattering explosions she could her him whisper to her. She would be safe. She was his to protect and she would be safe.
Their sources had said the Quintessons had touched that world since before the war. They had thought it safe for a small exploratory mission. It was supposed to be a mission to stop and look at what had become of any possible inhabitants, or the remains of their culture that hadn’t been scrubbed out. They stayed in that primitive structure huddled and clutching to each other what seemed like daycycles after the strafing stopped. During their time Tap-Out had not recharged, and had not fueled. There was an alert quiver that ran through him like the shiver of a bowstring pulled tight. He never ceased to amaze her in his durability, and his sheer ability to endure. When all had gone quiet neither of them spoke or even used their comms in fear of drawing the Quintessons back. The only way they had been able to identify their enemy had been by the corkscrew shaped ship they’d been able to catch a glimpse of as they dove for their cover.
Glyph lifted a hand to Tap-Out’s cheekplate. His optics were so dim, but they brightened at the touch and he looked down at her with a reassuring smile. She smiled back although it wasn’t visible with her mask he still managed somehow to know she had returned it. It had to be something with her visor, or at least that’s the theory that the scientist had come to accept.
The blue femme arched into his form rather innocently in an attempt to retrieve a ration from her subspace. Their fronts brushed and her bodyguard moved to keep the distance between them polite, with a slightly embarrassed mien. The ration wasn’t for her. After retrieving she offered it to Tap-Out, who shook his helm at motioned it away. Frowning and narrowing her visor she insisted offering the small cube again. Tap-Out repeated his previous silent argument. Glyph looked to her hands and set the ration down beside her. Her arms wrapped around the green mech, pulling him as flush against her as she could. One of her hand brought his helm to the crook of her neck. It was the first words either of them had spoken. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Tap-Out froze, out of surprise. “Shhh, we’re fine. I said I’d keep you safe.” He tried to pull away but she put all her effort in keeping him against her. He attempted to shift moving one of his legs more to the side as to be comfortable but it had only made the femme cling tighter. “Shhh… it’s alright.”
“This has to stop.”
Tap-Out cringed internally recognizing that tone to mean she was thoroughly annoyed with him. The last time he’d been awarded with that tone was when he’d ended up with three holes in his torso from jumping to defend her against a group of people that hadn’t been the most open to discussing rituals involving their war deity. It had been rather humorous some time after the fact, but just not during or immediately after. He tried to smooth it over. “What has to stop? Tell me. I’ll always try to do right by you.”
A click of a mask near his audial horn made made the green minibot jump. Glyph pressed her lips to the feature. “I put in a request for a different guard. I don’t want to give you up but… I can’t keep this up.” Her helm lowered and her own audial horn knocked against Tap-Out’s. She didn’t want to see the mech’s face at her words. He was perfect even in his faults.
Tap-Out put his arms around the minibot femme and held her to him as tight as she held him. “Tell me why I have to leave your side, Glyph?” He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice. The mech knew they should still be quiet that perhaps talking could be their deactivations, but he had to know.
Her ventilations hitch and the blue femme hated herself for putting in that request. “You’ve made me love you… I don’t want to see you die, not because of me.” She kissed the side of his helm and her petite hand moved from the back of her bodyguard’s helm to his back plate.
Finally given the leeway to lift his helm the mech shuttered his optics and nuzzled cheekplate’s with Glyph. His lips touching the bare metal of her faceplates for the first time as he placed a kiss on her cheek below her gold visor. “I wouldn’t die because of you but I would lay my life down for yours. That’s not the same. I don’t want to leave you.” He turned his helm more and brushed their lips against one another.
“Then tell me you love me, and don’t stop yourself from doing so.” Glyph pressed their lips into another light kiss before in a calculated way drawing back to give Tap-Out a chance to speak as if she was holding the kiss ransom in exchange for the words. He tried leaning forward but one of her hands pressed on his chest to prevent the motion. “Tell Me. If you really love me. Tell me now.” They ended up just looking at each other for a time and Glyph grew worried. Why was this so hard? Her spark felt tight in her chest.
“You’re one of the last pure sparks I know.” Tap-Out optics flickered. “You deserve better than a murderer.” His voice was a pitch off and he mentally checked how hard his grip on his charge was. His optics dropped from her optics and he pressed forward taking the kiss he’d wanted, making it deep and slow. Pulling back the green mech looked sad but he knew he had to say it. “I love you.” He didn’t want to let go of her. What he’d tried to convince himself to be possessiveness was not. It was a growing need that Tap-Out had thought he knew better than to think he’d ever get.
Glyph’s arms remained tight around him. He had said it. She had said it. She’d withdraw her request when she got to the base, if they got back to the base. Although she knew the likelihood that one day she would have to face Tap-Out’s grayed form, sometimes it was the risk that made things worth it. “I’ll decide what a coward like me deserves.” The femme tucked her helm against him again. Looking at the working of his neck she noticed that he had a nonstandard fuel line size for his build. Smiling Glyph kissed the oddity. “I don’t know this murderer you speak of. I just know of Tap-Out, my bodyguard.”
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Surprise Note 2: Not really sure if this is allowed or not but I'm sure I'll find out. So none of this week's Challenges are biting me, so if you have bother to read this far, congratulations today you may have the chance to have a request filled. What you have to do is to leave a comment with Characters and a prompt you think might strike my fancy that you want to see, and if the bunny bites, you'll get something. Pfft even post a couple to give me a choice if you feel so inclined.
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Writer: Left_eye_better
Rating: K+
Characters: Tap-Out and Glyph
Summary: Sometimes it takes a bad situation to get good results
Warning: None, beside that it’s Unbeta’d
Word Count: 1463
Continuity: G1
Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara/whoever.
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Note: Takes place sometime after the piece ‘Local Flora.’
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Glyph had decided that was the end. She was tired of being so close, yet always being placed on a pedestal that the green mech did not allow himself. She had submitted the request for a new bodyguard, as much as she knew it would hurt him, as much as she knew he would think he failed her in some way. She felt it had to be done. Her hand was on her mask and the blue minibot was glad for the feature.
The femme tried to console herself. Telling herself that his recklessness had sent more and more of her missions astray, and that one day at the rate it was going she’d see his death. Shaking her helm minutely, Glyph knew she couldn’t stand herself if he died protecting her. The computer terminal beeped to indicate the message had been sent. The request would be reviewed by the next time they returned to their check-in base. It was time to move on to the next assignment. She took a large amount of air into her vents, and stuck her chestplate out. She could handle one more time of this, this thing they had and yet didn’t. Some days she wished she was a brave femme, and had taken that green triplechanger’s advice.
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This was supposed to be the last one. It was supposed to be an easy one. Glyph ducked her helm against Tap-Out’s front as the explosions rocked the ancient stone and earth structure they had managed to take refuge in. The green mech was on top of her shielding her from sight and damage. He had told her to dump herself into stasis. That it would make her harder to detect if they had scanners, but she wouldn’t, she couldn’t leave him like that, not to the Quintessons. Her hands clutched at his sides, his helm was near to her own and in between the audial shattering explosions she could her him whisper to her. She would be safe. She was his to protect and she would be safe.
Their sources had said the Quintessons had touched that world since before the war. They had thought it safe for a small exploratory mission. It was supposed to be a mission to stop and look at what had become of any possible inhabitants, or the remains of their culture that hadn’t been scrubbed out. They stayed in that primitive structure huddled and clutching to each other what seemed like daycycles after the strafing stopped. During their time Tap-Out had not recharged, and had not fueled. There was an alert quiver that ran through him like the shiver of a bowstring pulled tight. He never ceased to amaze her in his durability, and his sheer ability to endure. When all had gone quiet neither of them spoke or even used their comms in fear of drawing the Quintessons back. The only way they had been able to identify their enemy had been by the corkscrew shaped ship they’d been able to catch a glimpse of as they dove for their cover.
Glyph lifted a hand to Tap-Out’s cheekplate. His optics were so dim, but they brightened at the touch and he looked down at her with a reassuring smile. She smiled back although it wasn’t visible with her mask he still managed somehow to know she had returned it. It had to be something with her visor, or at least that’s the theory that the scientist had come to accept.
The blue femme arched into his form rather innocently in an attempt to retrieve a ration from her subspace. Their fronts brushed and her bodyguard moved to keep the distance between them polite, with a slightly embarrassed mien. The ration wasn’t for her. After retrieving she offered it to Tap-Out, who shook his helm at motioned it away. Frowning and narrowing her visor she insisted offering the small cube again. Tap-Out repeated his previous silent argument. Glyph looked to her hands and set the ration down beside her. Her arms wrapped around the green mech, pulling him as flush against her as she could. One of her hand brought his helm to the crook of her neck. It was the first words either of them had spoken. “I can’t do this anymore.”
Tap-Out froze, out of surprise. “Shhh, we’re fine. I said I’d keep you safe.” He tried to pull away but she put all her effort in keeping him against her. He attempted to shift moving one of his legs more to the side as to be comfortable but it had only made the femme cling tighter. “Shhh… it’s alright.”
“This has to stop.”
Tap-Out cringed internally recognizing that tone to mean she was thoroughly annoyed with him. The last time he’d been awarded with that tone was when he’d ended up with three holes in his torso from jumping to defend her against a group of people that hadn’t been the most open to discussing rituals involving their war deity. It had been rather humorous some time after the fact, but just not during or immediately after. He tried to smooth it over. “What has to stop? Tell me. I’ll always try to do right by you.”
A click of a mask near his audial horn made made the green minibot jump. Glyph pressed her lips to the feature. “I put in a request for a different guard. I don’t want to give you up but… I can’t keep this up.” Her helm lowered and her own audial horn knocked against Tap-Out’s. She didn’t want to see the mech’s face at her words. He was perfect even in his faults.
Tap-Out put his arms around the minibot femme and held her to him as tight as she held him. “Tell me why I have to leave your side, Glyph?” He tried to keep the hurt out of his voice. The mech knew they should still be quiet that perhaps talking could be their deactivations, but he had to know.
Her ventilations hitch and the blue femme hated herself for putting in that request. “You’ve made me love you… I don’t want to see you die, not because of me.” She kissed the side of his helm and her petite hand moved from the back of her bodyguard’s helm to his back plate.
Finally given the leeway to lift his helm the mech shuttered his optics and nuzzled cheekplate’s with Glyph. His lips touching the bare metal of her faceplates for the first time as he placed a kiss on her cheek below her gold visor. “I wouldn’t die because of you but I would lay my life down for yours. That’s not the same. I don’t want to leave you.” He turned his helm more and brushed their lips against one another.
“Then tell me you love me, and don’t stop yourself from doing so.” Glyph pressed their lips into another light kiss before in a calculated way drawing back to give Tap-Out a chance to speak as if she was holding the kiss ransom in exchange for the words. He tried leaning forward but one of her hands pressed on his chest to prevent the motion. “Tell Me. If you really love me. Tell me now.” They ended up just looking at each other for a time and Glyph grew worried. Why was this so hard? Her spark felt tight in her chest.
“You’re one of the last pure sparks I know.” Tap-Out optics flickered. “You deserve better than a murderer.” His voice was a pitch off and he mentally checked how hard his grip on his charge was. His optics dropped from her optics and he pressed forward taking the kiss he’d wanted, making it deep and slow. Pulling back the green mech looked sad but he knew he had to say it. “I love you.” He didn’t want to let go of her. What he’d tried to convince himself to be possessiveness was not. It was a growing need that Tap-Out had thought he knew better than to think he’d ever get.
Glyph’s arms remained tight around him. He had said it. She had said it. She’d withdraw her request when she got to the base, if they got back to the base. Although she knew the likelihood that one day she would have to face Tap-Out’s grayed form, sometimes it was the risk that made things worth it. “I’ll decide what a coward like me deserves.” The femme tucked her helm against him again. Looking at the working of his neck she noticed that he had a nonstandard fuel line size for his build. Smiling Glyph kissed the oddity. “I don’t know this murderer you speak of. I just know of Tap-Out, my bodyguard.”
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Surprise Note 2: Not really sure if this is allowed or not but I'm sure I'll find out. So none of this week's Challenges are biting me, so if you have bother to read this far, congratulations today you may have the chance to have a request filled. What you have to do is to leave a comment with Characters and a prompt you think might strike my fancy that you want to see, and if the bunny bites, you'll get something. Pfft even post a couple to give me a choice if you feel so inclined.
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