Love Culture
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Alphabet Challenge
Characters: Bumblebee, Ratchet
Universe: Prime
Word Count: 167


Crimson clashed with white as it swept across the surface. Droplets splattered from above, forming imperfect shapes wherever it fell. A hand reached down to touch one of the drops.

"Dear Primus, what are you doing?"

Excitement shown in wide, blue optics, and Ratchet sighed at the long string of beeps and buzzes he received as an exclamation. "Another human holiday, Bumblebee? What could possibly need you to cover the floor with red paint?"

Flourishing his artwork, Bumblebee buzzed and pointed at the red symbols on the canvas with equally red fingers. Ratchet huffed. "Hearts? Bah, whatever! You just better clean this up or Rafael will be getting a ride here from Bulkhead."

Gestures flew the moment the medic's back was turned, and Bumblebee made sure that his mimicking beeps were too low for Ratchet to hear. He turned his optics back to the crude, crimson hearts he had painted with his fingers, and his door-wings wiggled at the thought of giving Rafael his first, homemade Valentine.

Humans did that to let others know how they special they were to them. Or so he had heard.


Buying Forgiveness
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Excellent Adjectives
Characters: Wheeljack, Perceptor, Ratchet
Universe: G1
Word Count: 300


"Well, that is quite…"

"Yes?" Light panels flashed a bright blue. "What is it, Percy?"

Perceptor stared at the objects piled on top of Wheeljack's workbench. He leaned closer to get a better look before deciding against it. "I am attempting to find the correct word."

"Uh huh."

The red and blue mech hummed. "I will admit that you are most tenacious."

"Yep."

"And you believe this…comely display of 'affection' will earn his forgiveness?"

"Totally." Wheeljack patted the box on top and quickly grabbed it before it could fall from its precarious perch. "How could it not?"

"Well, you were particularly boorish this time."

"Nonsense! Mech just needs to learn how to take a joke."

Perceptor hummed again, reaching out to delicately poke one of the red bears Wheeljack had obtained. He wondered how the engineer had managed to find four of them big enough to fit perfectly in a mech's hand. "And yet here you are: attempting to regain your medical bay privileges through the excuse of the humans more meretricious holidays."

"Oh, don't be so mean! These holidays are actually a lot of fun." Wheeljack reached into the box he held and pulled out a vibrant purple block. "When else do you get the excuse to make high-grade Energon blocks?"

"Whenever the urge hits the Twins?"

"Now you're just being loutish." Wheeljack sealed the box shut once more and grabbed everything he could from the table with a happy flash of his vocal fins. "See, I can use fancy human words too. Wish me luck!"

"Of course." Perceptor watched Wheeljack slide through the door with his pile of gifts. He waited a moment before opening a direct comm. link channel to Ratchet. "He's on his way."

"He got anything good?"

"Depends on your definition of 'good.'"

"Duly noted."


Love Bug
A Transformers Flash Fic
Prompt: Word Play
Characters: Drift, Bumblebee, Crosshairs, Hound, Tessa, Shane
Universe: Movie
Word Count: 452


"When pining, the lavish wind waits, eager and ready."

Bumblebee reset his optics and stared at the mech standing in front of him. Drift stared back, as calm and serious as Bumblebee had ever seen him. Tessa stood by his foot with the same expression. The Camaro forced his damaged vocalizer online. "What?"

"It is not the end, for waiting of another. You will find the one."

Snickering bubbled up from the other side of the Yeager barn, but it was abruptly replaced with a grunt. Bumblebee ignored the quiet scuffle and shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Wha'chu talkin' 'bout?"

The malleable metal of Drift's face twitched, and Bumblebee thought it was weird that Tessa reached out to pat the side of his leg. Like she was encouraging him to continue. "When waiting for—I'm sorry, Tessa. But this is just ridiculous. Being subtle about was not the correct course of action."

Tessa made a noise, but Drift ignored it. He stepped forward and grabbed one of Bumblebee's hands. He pulled the yellow mech closer, ignoring the startled beep he received. The snickering started once more before the perpetrator was shushed.

"While I am…flattered by your admiration, I cannot in good conscience encourage such an infatuation for I do not feel the same way. I am sorry, but please! Do not let this discourage you from finding one that truly cares for you and vice versa."

The barn was deathly silent, and Bumblebee stared at Drift with bright blue optics. A snicker broke the silence and slowly evolved into a loud guffaw. Bumblebee jerked his hand away and sputtered through his vocalizer. Drift and Tessa glared at Crosshairs, Hound, and Shane.

"Hey! Don't laugh; this is a very serious issue."

Crosshairs ignored the outraged young woman and bent over double from laughter. Shane at least attempted to calm down, but he still chuckled alongside Hound after he moved to sling an arm over his girlfriend's shoulders. "Sorry babe, but that just worked out so beautifully!"

Drift glared at Crosshairs while Bumblebee quietly escaped the barn. "You are the one that sent that love letter!"

"And it was worth it!" Crosshairs pointed at the swords-mech, who released an uncharacteristic growl. "Just for that look, samurai. Just for that look!"

Hound's guffaw renewed as Crosshairs was flattened on his back, the edge of a blade pressed against his throat. The paratrooper continued to hysterically laugh even as they began grapple with one another. Hound stepped to the side when the laughing mech was tossed in his direction. "I was thinking that haiku would win him over too."

Crosshairs laughed even harder when Drift threw the love letter data-pad at Hound's head.