Windows
Random prompt generator snippets. Contains a brief 'aftermath' snippet to 'Hot Rod's Not So Excellent Encounter'. It was either that or do Hot Rod/Sideswipe smut. O.o (which is actually sounding kind of appealing now that I think about it) This will probably be continued with random other snippets from my prompt generator.
Title: Windows
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Pairings/Characters: Optimus, Mirage, Chromia, Sideswipe, Hot Rod
Notes: Other 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Optimus Prime / Sideswipe / sleepy
It’s rare when one doesn't hear the noise of the rec room before the door to the room itself even comes into sight. It also usually meant something was wrong, and so with no little amount of concern, Optimus decided to make a slight detour on his way to his office. He couldn't think of any reason for concern, but the morale of the Autobots in the Ark sometimes depended on the smallest thing - once, they'd all become upset over the unexpected death of a bird Ratchet had been nursing back to health after it had flown into the Ark just in time to get caught in one of Wheeljack's explosions. Optimus hadn't even known the small avian was in the Ark, and the sudden melancholy had surprised him.
But now, as Optimus stepped into the rec room, he knew that no unexpected tragedy had befallen his Autobots. In fact, it seemed that the worst thing that had occurred was that they'd all perhaps had a little too much high grade the night before.
Smiling faintly under his mask, Optimus looked around at the Autobots sprawled around the room, all deep in recharge. The mini-bots were piled in one corner, obviously leeching off each other's heat. Silverbolt and Hot Spot were slumped over a table, the cubes neatly lined up in front of them either the result of an obsessive need for order or evidence of a drinking contest. Mirage was curled up in the seats of a transformed Hound. Blaster was also in his alt mode, being used as a foot rest by Jazz, who was sprawled in one of the big easy chairs. Unexpectedly, Prowl was there as well, curled up in Jazz's lap and smiling faintly even in recharge. Everywhere Optimus looked, Autobots had made themselves comfortable, curling up with friends, brothers, or lovers.
It was an unexpectedly peaceful sight, and Optimus drank it in, glad to have seen it. These moments were so rare, but they were what reminded the Autobot leader just what he was fighting for, why all Autobots had to fight the Decepticons. They reminded him of the reason for all the pain and suffering.
Unfortunately the peaceful scene was broken all too soon by one of the mechs groaning, and a red and black arm was slung over the back of the couch before a black-helmed head followed it.
"Ugh." Sideswipe declared, shaking his head, and then looked around for a moment with bleary optics before his gaze settled on Optimus. "Optimus sir!" the red twin yelped in surprise, and jerkily tried to stand, but only managed in sending himself backwards, where he landed on someone else with a loud clang. Judging from the swears that followed that, the mech Sideswipe had landed on was his twin. The sudden noise and cursing prompted the beginnings of movement in other nearby mechs, and Optimus watched with a small amount of sadness as wakefulness spread through the rec room like a wave, darkened optics slowly coming online all around.
Quietly, Optimus slipped out before anymore of them could spot him, smiling as he heard the twins beginning to wrestle as he walked away, Prowl already snapping at them to stop or he'd throw them in the brig.
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Prompt: Chromia / Mirage / squishy
"Honestly, I don't think it will be hard for you to adjust to living on Earth instead of Cybertron." Mirage commented to the newly-arrived Chromia, driving beside him as he escorted her to the Ark. "There's really only one thing you need to get used to, besides the humans, and you'll have the advantage with having Ironhide here to help you learn about them."
"What's that?" the femme asked curiously.
"How squishy everything is." Mirage said. "It's not just the inhabitants - the other animals, the plants, even a lot of the ground, is squishy. It’s hard to go a single day without squishing something accidentally. And all the squishy bits get everywhere."
"That sounds...messy." Chromia commented, with a hint of disgust.
"It really is." Mirage said, and there was a pause. "On the bright side, you'll discover a new appreciation for the wash racks."
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Prompt: Hot Rod / Sideswipe / touch
"Touch him again without his express permission, and I will dismantle you and mail your parts around the world." Sideswipe threatened, glaring at Hot Rod.
"And who are you to say if I can or can't go after him? The way I heard it, you had your chance, and now he's a free mech." the younger mech said, smirking, as he picked himself up off the floor where Sideswipe had dropped him and began brushing off imaginary dust.
"I'm the one he calls to kick creeps like you out of his lab when they're bothering him. So I'd say that gives me the right to tell the mechs that I end up tossing out his door to steer clear from now on." Sideswipe said, voice dangerous low as he loomed over Hot Rod.
"You're the one he calls because he knows you'll come, since, in your attempts to get him back, he's wrapped you around his little finger." Hot Rod said too sweetly.
"Oh that's it -" Sideswipe snarled, jumping for the other mech, and Hot Rod ducked out of the way before transforming and peeling off down the hall. Sideswipe followed only moments behind him.
Title: Windows
Rating: T
Setting: G1
Pairings/Characters: Optimus, Mirage, Chromia, Sideswipe, Hot Rod
Notes: Other 'Windows' here.
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Prompt: Optimus Prime / Sideswipe / sleepy
It’s rare when one doesn't hear the noise of the rec room before the door to the room itself even comes into sight. It also usually meant something was wrong, and so with no little amount of concern, Optimus decided to make a slight detour on his way to his office. He couldn't think of any reason for concern, but the morale of the Autobots in the Ark sometimes depended on the smallest thing - once, they'd all become upset over the unexpected death of a bird Ratchet had been nursing back to health after it had flown into the Ark just in time to get caught in one of Wheeljack's explosions. Optimus hadn't even known the small avian was in the Ark, and the sudden melancholy had surprised him.
But now, as Optimus stepped into the rec room, he knew that no unexpected tragedy had befallen his Autobots. In fact, it seemed that the worst thing that had occurred was that they'd all perhaps had a little too much high grade the night before.
Smiling faintly under his mask, Optimus looked around at the Autobots sprawled around the room, all deep in recharge. The mini-bots were piled in one corner, obviously leeching off each other's heat. Silverbolt and Hot Spot were slumped over a table, the cubes neatly lined up in front of them either the result of an obsessive need for order or evidence of a drinking contest. Mirage was curled up in the seats of a transformed Hound. Blaster was also in his alt mode, being used as a foot rest by Jazz, who was sprawled in one of the big easy chairs. Unexpectedly, Prowl was there as well, curled up in Jazz's lap and smiling faintly even in recharge. Everywhere Optimus looked, Autobots had made themselves comfortable, curling up with friends, brothers, or lovers.
It was an unexpectedly peaceful sight, and Optimus drank it in, glad to have seen it. These moments were so rare, but they were what reminded the Autobot leader just what he was fighting for, why all Autobots had to fight the Decepticons. They reminded him of the reason for all the pain and suffering.
Unfortunately the peaceful scene was broken all too soon by one of the mechs groaning, and a red and black arm was slung over the back of the couch before a black-helmed head followed it.
"Ugh." Sideswipe declared, shaking his head, and then looked around for a moment with bleary optics before his gaze settled on Optimus. "Optimus sir!" the red twin yelped in surprise, and jerkily tried to stand, but only managed in sending himself backwards, where he landed on someone else with a loud clang. Judging from the swears that followed that, the mech Sideswipe had landed on was his twin. The sudden noise and cursing prompted the beginnings of movement in other nearby mechs, and Optimus watched with a small amount of sadness as wakefulness spread through the rec room like a wave, darkened optics slowly coming online all around.
Quietly, Optimus slipped out before anymore of them could spot him, smiling as he heard the twins beginning to wrestle as he walked away, Prowl already snapping at them to stop or he'd throw them in the brig.
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Prompt: Chromia / Mirage / squishy
"Honestly, I don't think it will be hard for you to adjust to living on Earth instead of Cybertron." Mirage commented to the newly-arrived Chromia, driving beside him as he escorted her to the Ark. "There's really only one thing you need to get used to, besides the humans, and you'll have the advantage with having Ironhide here to help you learn about them."
"What's that?" the femme asked curiously.
"How squishy everything is." Mirage said. "It's not just the inhabitants - the other animals, the plants, even a lot of the ground, is squishy. It’s hard to go a single day without squishing something accidentally. And all the squishy bits get everywhere."
"That sounds...messy." Chromia commented, with a hint of disgust.
"It really is." Mirage said, and there was a pause. "On the bright side, you'll discover a new appreciation for the wash racks."
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Prompt: Hot Rod / Sideswipe / touch
"Touch him again without his express permission, and I will dismantle you and mail your parts around the world." Sideswipe threatened, glaring at Hot Rod.
"And who are you to say if I can or can't go after him? The way I heard it, you had your chance, and now he's a free mech." the younger mech said, smirking, as he picked himself up off the floor where Sideswipe had dropped him and began brushing off imaginary dust.
"I'm the one he calls to kick creeps like you out of his lab when they're bothering him. So I'd say that gives me the right to tell the mechs that I end up tossing out his door to steer clear from now on." Sideswipe said, voice dangerous low as he loomed over Hot Rod.
"You're the one he calls because he knows you'll come, since, in your attempts to get him back, he's wrapped you around his little finger." Hot Rod said too sweetly.
"Oh that's it -" Sideswipe snarled, jumping for the other mech, and Hot Rod ducked out of the way before transforming and peeling off down the hall. Sideswipe followed only moments behind him.