Occasionally - usually when it's mind-numbingly slow at work - I ask for prompts from my twitter peeps. This is the first batch of those. :)


1 - "hurrrrrricane" (from shiome)
TFG1 | Thundercracker & Skywarp
Complete and utter silliness

"Skywarp, what the slag are you doing?"

Skywarp stared over at the sound of his wingmate's voice, optics wide in a terribly unconvincing display of innocence. "Nothin'."

Thundercracker just gave him a look. The pile of assorted junk and spare parts that looked to have been stolen hodge-podge from repair storage units certainly didn't look like 'nothing' to him. "Nothing," he repeated. Disbelief rolled from him in waves, from the tone of his voice to the lift of his wings.

For a grown bot to pout the way Skywarp did should disgust Thundercracker, but he didn't say anything. And later he would tell Skywarp how stupid he looked, pouting on the floor with his little pile of "nothing" spread out before him. No, it was just more important to make sure that Skywarp didn't blow up any rooms again. The last time he tried to pull that "I'm innocent" look, he demolished his own room, as well as part of Thundercracker's, which left Skywarp essentially homeless, though he kept "accidentally" recharging on his floor. (Sure he could have let Skywarp beg off Starscream, but not even Thundercracker was that cruel - Megatron had promptly washed his hands of the details of that conflict.)

As expected, Skywarp eventually cracked under the long scrutiny. "Alright! I'm making custom modifications!"

The horror that the very thought inspired came close to crashing one of his processing systems. The fact that Skywarp was so happy about it only doubled the feeling. "You're what?"

"Well," he said, "Your ability is kind of lonely."

Thundercracker was sure he had run into some kind of communications block. When had his abilities come into this conversation? "Lonely," he repeated.

"Yeah! You're all thunder and no rainstorm!"

"But I don't need a rainstorm, Skywarp." Bypass shock, advance straight to aching processors. One more reason to evict the other Seeker from his living space.

Skywarp crossed his arms. "Why not?"

"Because it's not thunder, they're sonic booms."

"Oh come on," Skywarp said, actually laughing at him. "Why else would you be named Thundercracker?"

Thundercracker stared at him. How did he ever start having these conversations? Why was he still participating in this one? "There's these things called metaphors, Skywarp," he retorted dryly.

"Whatever," Skywarp replied, waving a hand. "Now c'mere, I need to make sure I measure this stuff right."

"Skywarp, you are not - "

They continued like this for a few breems. When Starscream walked in to ask something, since neither of them were responding to his comms, he found them wrestling on the floor amid a pile of debris and spare parts. They hadn't even noticed his entrance, and they certainly didn't notice him roll his optics and walk right back out of the room.

Honestly. He lived among sparklings.


(The second one was a LoZ prompt, so it went in a separate story!)


3 - "sinking" (from Art)
TFG1 | Prowl/Sideswipe
Egads, the fluff!

Eventually, Prowl had accepted him - with a warning. "I am not frivolous with my spark, Sideswipe," he'd said. Looking back, Sideswipe had agreed to that thoughtlessly; he had no reason to assume this would be different from any other relationship he'd had. He changed scenery often, and sometimes that included any bot he might be seeing. Sunstreaker had been his only constant in life - everything else was in for the fun, out when it bored him.

Prowl had been different from the beginning, though. Sideswipe was used to having and pursuing crushes, and he was so used to getting the bots he was interested in that he was completely blindsided by the tactician. He kept running into wall after wall trying to charm his way into Prowl's life, yet it did the very opposite of discourage him.

The chase made winning Prowl over all the more sweeter. And oh, how Sideswipe kept underestimating him.

One of the first warning signs that had Sideswipe running was routine. And yet it was so natural and subtle that he didn't notice, nor care. No, he didn't mind Prowl's tedious scheduling, just as Prowl didn't mind when he occasionally blazed through some of his careful planning and turned things on end when the frontliner got restless. A little dash of the unexpected did good things for the spark, Sideswipe always said.

Somehow, he'd started thinking of himself and Prowl as a default, rather than just himself (and his twin, who would always be a party of him) and it was startling to sit back and realize it, even though at the time it felt so natural - all of it felt so natural he didn't even notice sinking into a life with Prowl, adopting the tactician as his own without a thought.

Prowl was a warm current in his spark, and Sideswipe fully intended to keep him there.


4 - "broken mirrors" (from Masq)
TFG1 | Sunstreaker
Egads the angst. D:

Shards of glass littered the ground around Sunstreaker's pedes, and his periphery sensors wouldn't let him forget it or stop reminding him that they were there and a potential danger if they somehow got into the grooves of his armor. The golden warrior shut the sensor warnings off manually; they were too late anyway. By punching the mirror, he'd already gotten tiny shards of glass embedded in the joints of his right hand, making it twinge painfully every few kliks. Ratchet would get himself worked up over it later, no doubt.

Sunstreaker was finding it hard to really care.

The broken reflection staring back at him seemed more fitting, anyway. He was not whole, never could be without Sideswipe. His need for his twin was so great that it shamed him, and he pushed his counterpart away at times, instinctively keeping his weaknesses at a distance.

But he just had to be with him. Around him. Sunstreaker thrived off his attention, his smile, his presence against his own spark.

So why was it that Sideswipe didn't seem to need him?