Catching You: Drabble
Title: Catching You
Artist: Chimeradark
Series/Verse: G1
Kink OP and/or prompt: Week Two of WoI
Prompt: Dragons.
Warnings: None, mostly just crack and me being bored!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the series.
Notes: It's a doodle and a drabble all in one!
His optics scanned the area and he ducked in low into the crevice of the mountain side, his audios catching the slight baa’s from the steel sheep below…and the angered voices of the mechs near them. The slited crystal optics zoomed on the small group, he could recognize the herder, the elderly mech that looked frail but wasn’t since he was still going strong and farming away…but his day was too filled to bother with the nuisance that was scaring away his livestock.
The creature snorted, damn livestock was eating away his medical herbs and other plants he needed, they lived in a winter setting and it was hard enough to get the plants he needed without a wandering sheep or cow eating his supplies. How was he supposed to help the others without the right supplies…then again he was one that ate fruit and it was more then likely the farmer was more concerned with the other ’flying menaces.’
Speaking of which, he watched as one of the younglings crept closer to the group, aaaand…there goes the farmer’s new helper and look the other one is running away…
Of course the farmer himself doesn’t get hurt, afterall, he raises the herds that feed his kind, so the elderly mech just sighs as the youngling flies off with the new bot to who knows where…poor herder really needs the help too…
Sighing and standing up, he stretches his wings as he prepares for flight, he shouldn’t stay away from his clan for too long…especially with the mating season around the corner and the last thing he wanted was to catch the optic of some bigger dragon.
Giving the appendages a quick shake to rid himself of any snow, he gives one final glance at the farmer walking back to his home with determination in his steps. One day, the actions of the bold younglings trying to impress their interest would get them all killed…
Finally taking off, he spun in the air quickly before spreading them in full display to let the warmth of the sun make it’s way into his white scales…letting the feeling of it roll through him…and then he took off toward his own clan to get ready for the night.
The cool air brushed passed him and he could feel the sun setting lower, he did not want to be out when it sets…the more vicious of the flying beings came out and were ready to fight and hunt.
He tried not to let the cooler air disturb him…the fall of night distract him from his course…just a little farther and he would be safe within the boundaries of his clan…just a few more…
“Opf!”
Something was on his wings!
“Gotcha!”
Someone was on his wings!
He struggled against the grip, only to have his wings turn useless as the hold on them grew tighter, causing him to plummet toward the ground!
A laugh came from behind him and he was suddenly being ricocheted faster as it seemed he was thrown, his wings not working for some reason, 'Nonononono!'
He was so close to home too…so close to being safe…and now he was experiencing one of the worst fears of a dragon…losing the ability to fly and heading on a speed track towards his death.
He closed his optics, not wanting to see the impact he would surely make…he quickly wondered how the others would find him…if he was ever found since the snow would cover any traces of him…leaving him to cycle of nature…
“Damn it!”
As soon as the curse hit his audios, he was caught again, this time around his waist and slowed down his fall, mostly by him clinging to the frame of his ’savior’. Onlining his optics, he stared at the ground, only a few meters away, his wings shivered at the thought of his end being so near. He glanced at the at the bot holding him…this was…a normal mech…a normal mech took him down!
The golden bot landed with him still in tow and non too gently released him, allowing him to get a better look as the other landed behind him…jetpacks…he was taken down by normal mech with the use of jetpacks! Oh, he could just hear the clan laughing at him if they ever found out…how humiliating…
He hissed at the two and backed up…though they were normal bots, they were still bigger then him and no matter how embarrassing it was…they had managed to take him down.
Flaring his wings and hissing once again, he extended his claws and puffed out his armor, at least trying to look bigger then what he was.
“Who knew jet judo would work on dragons?”
“Yeah, yeah…and now he’s freaked out.”
The two were staring at him…and if it wasn’t for the fact he needed a clear area to take off in, he would have already been gone.
“Don’t you dare even try to take off, we caught you once, we can catch you again.”
He just shook his armor and growled, this was not good…any longer and the alpha Dragons will be out hunting for either a quick meal or a quick mate and he did not want to here when they came!
The crimson mech just smiled over at him and had the audacity to wink at him before turning to the other intruder, “Can we keep him?”
“No.”
“But,” he glanced back at the creature, who was glancing around the wooded area as though expecting something, “it’s a dragon!”
“Your point?”
“…It’s a DRAGON!”, he did a dramatic pose while pointing at the white being, “a fragging dragon!”
The yellow one raised an optic and stared at the smaller mech with an observing gaze, “Hmm…”
“Please! I’ll take care of him and feed him and love him and cuddle him-”
“You do know we were hired to rid of them, the old mech had messaged us that one of the others got taken off by another one and the other bot took off in fear, kinda funny...I thought he was kidding or crazy about the whole thing.”
The red bot moaned and grabbed the porcelain flier, ignoring the growl, and held him out to the other, “Look, his pretty! Don’t you like pretty things? A pretty flying mythical dragon!”
“Let me go!”
“And he talks…wait,” the creature was suddenly turned around to face the one holding him, “You can talk! Tell me,” he leaned in with a smile, “are you magical in the berth as well?”
The dragon could feel his mouth hang open and his optics widen in shock of the statement, he could hear the other one slap his own fore-helm in disbelief, “E…excuse me!”
“Sideswipe, you’re an idiot!”
The now named mech shrugged, “What, he’s pretty!”
-I was bored...so very bored and really couldn't think...so I give you this! If anyone wants to cotinue this little plot line, go for it or ask me. Heh, poor Ratch...caught by the Twins and he had no idea what's going on! XD
Artist: Chimeradark
Series/Verse: G1
Kink OP and/or prompt: Week Two of WoI
Prompt: Dragons.
Warnings: None, mostly just crack and me being bored!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the series.
Notes: It's a doodle and a drabble all in one!
His optics scanned the area and he ducked in low into the crevice of the mountain side, his audios catching the slight baa’s from the steel sheep below…and the angered voices of the mechs near them. The slited crystal optics zoomed on the small group, he could recognize the herder, the elderly mech that looked frail but wasn’t since he was still going strong and farming away…but his day was too filled to bother with the nuisance that was scaring away his livestock.
The creature snorted, damn livestock was eating away his medical herbs and other plants he needed, they lived in a winter setting and it was hard enough to get the plants he needed without a wandering sheep or cow eating his supplies. How was he supposed to help the others without the right supplies…then again he was one that ate fruit and it was more then likely the farmer was more concerned with the other ’flying menaces.’
Speaking of which, he watched as one of the younglings crept closer to the group, aaaand…there goes the farmer’s new helper and look the other one is running away…
Of course the farmer himself doesn’t get hurt, afterall, he raises the herds that feed his kind, so the elderly mech just sighs as the youngling flies off with the new bot to who knows where…poor herder really needs the help too…
Sighing and standing up, he stretches his wings as he prepares for flight, he shouldn’t stay away from his clan for too long…especially with the mating season around the corner and the last thing he wanted was to catch the optic of some bigger dragon.
Giving the appendages a quick shake to rid himself of any snow, he gives one final glance at the farmer walking back to his home with determination in his steps. One day, the actions of the bold younglings trying to impress their interest would get them all killed…
Finally taking off, he spun in the air quickly before spreading them in full display to let the warmth of the sun make it’s way into his white scales…letting the feeling of it roll through him…and then he took off toward his own clan to get ready for the night.
The cool air brushed passed him and he could feel the sun setting lower, he did not want to be out when it sets…the more vicious of the flying beings came out and were ready to fight and hunt.
He tried not to let the cooler air disturb him…the fall of night distract him from his course…just a little farther and he would be safe within the boundaries of his clan…just a few more…
“Opf!”
Something was on his wings!
“Gotcha!”
Someone was on his wings!
He struggled against the grip, only to have his wings turn useless as the hold on them grew tighter, causing him to plummet toward the ground!
A laugh came from behind him and he was suddenly being ricocheted faster as it seemed he was thrown, his wings not working for some reason, 'Nonononono!'
He was so close to home too…so close to being safe…and now he was experiencing one of the worst fears of a dragon…losing the ability to fly and heading on a speed track towards his death.
He closed his optics, not wanting to see the impact he would surely make…he quickly wondered how the others would find him…if he was ever found since the snow would cover any traces of him…leaving him to cycle of nature…
“Damn it!”
As soon as the curse hit his audios, he was caught again, this time around his waist and slowed down his fall, mostly by him clinging to the frame of his ’savior’. Onlining his optics, he stared at the ground, only a few meters away, his wings shivered at the thought of his end being so near. He glanced at the at the bot holding him…this was…a normal mech…a normal mech took him down!
The golden bot landed with him still in tow and non too gently released him, allowing him to get a better look as the other landed behind him…jetpacks…he was taken down by normal mech with the use of jetpacks! Oh, he could just hear the clan laughing at him if they ever found out…how humiliating…
He hissed at the two and backed up…though they were normal bots, they were still bigger then him and no matter how embarrassing it was…they had managed to take him down.
Flaring his wings and hissing once again, he extended his claws and puffed out his armor, at least trying to look bigger then what he was.
“Who knew jet judo would work on dragons?”
“Yeah, yeah…and now he’s freaked out.”
The two were staring at him…and if it wasn’t for the fact he needed a clear area to take off in, he would have already been gone.
“Don’t you dare even try to take off, we caught you once, we can catch you again.”
He just shook his armor and growled, this was not good…any longer and the alpha Dragons will be out hunting for either a quick meal or a quick mate and he did not want to here when they came!
The crimson mech just smiled over at him and had the audacity to wink at him before turning to the other intruder, “Can we keep him?”
“No.”
“But,” he glanced back at the creature, who was glancing around the wooded area as though expecting something, “it’s a dragon!”
“Your point?”
“…It’s a DRAGON!”, he did a dramatic pose while pointing at the white being, “a fragging dragon!”
The yellow one raised an optic and stared at the smaller mech with an observing gaze, “Hmm…”
“Please! I’ll take care of him and feed him and love him and cuddle him-”
“You do know we were hired to rid of them, the old mech had messaged us that one of the others got taken off by another one and the other bot took off in fear, kinda funny...I thought he was kidding or crazy about the whole thing.”
The red bot moaned and grabbed the porcelain flier, ignoring the growl, and held him out to the other, “Look, his pretty! Don’t you like pretty things? A pretty flying mythical dragon!”
“Let me go!”
“And he talks…wait,” the creature was suddenly turned around to face the one holding him, “You can talk! Tell me,” he leaned in with a smile, “are you magical in the berth as well?”
The dragon could feel his mouth hang open and his optics widen in shock of the statement, he could hear the other one slap his own fore-helm in disbelief, “E…excuse me!”
“Sideswipe, you’re an idiot!”
The now named mech shrugged, “What, he’s pretty!”
-I was bored...so very bored and really couldn't think...so I give you this! If anyone wants to cotinue this little plot line, go for it or ask me. Heh, poor Ratch...caught by the Twins and he had no idea what's going on! XD