I don't know about my flesh, but the mind? It is weak. I caved.
But I also wrote some And Eyes today, so I am also being good!Kryptonite, 3 Doors Down
Wheeljack, Mikaela, Ratchet,
obvious crossover, a little interdimensional traveling.
Kryptonite, 3 Doors Down“So, who’re you, again?” Wheeljack asked politely, looking at him.
Honestly, it was kind of weird getting that reaction. People always recognized him—when he was in costume, anyways. “Superman.”
“Ah. Interesting name—more like Cybertronian naming conventions, to a certain extent. Yes, very interesting…”
“Wheeljack—” sighed Mikaela, head in her hands.
Ratchet reached over and dinged him on the head, lightly. “You are supposed,” he said clearly, “To be concentrating on getting us
back. You wanted to try out an instantaneous-transfer device, you get to get us out of the alternate dimension it threw us into.”
“So… You’re Ratchet,” Superman said, trying to keep things straight. It was harder to keep the robots straight.
“Yeah.”
oOo
Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight Run
Mikaela, Sam and Bee on prom night. MikaelaxSamxBee (nothing graphic)
Existentialism on Prom Night by Straylight RunMikaela’s mom was, honestly, more excited than she was. But then, Mikaela had an entirely different scale of reference, now. Saving the world tended to make high school—even Prom—seem less important.
Anyways, she wasn’t planning on staying long. Bee couldn’t come inside, and it just wouldn’t be
fair to spend the evening without him. Especially since it was prom night. And she was going to spend it with her
boys.
Dancing with Sam, and getting to see him all dressed up. The ride there with Bee—she’d ask him to take the long way around—and then their own private night afterwards. Her mom wouldn’t have to know that she’d left early to hang out with her boyfriend—she worried too much earlier.
It wasn’t like she didn’t know they were having sex, so it wouldn’t be too bad if Mikaela had to come clean. Although she didn’t know they had sex with Sam’s car—or what she thought of as Sam’s car. Bumblebee wasn’t ‘their’
anything—
Except maybe lover.
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Every Rose Has It's Thorns by Poison
A conversation between Bumblebee and an unknown character. References to character death and MikaelaxSamxBee.
Every Rose Has It’s Thorns by Poison“So you fell in love.”
Bumblebee nodded shortly, expression pained.
“Why?”
“Because—Because they were… Not
perfect, but as close as anything’s going to get. We… Fit. I can’t explain it.”
“But they were human… You
knew that. It’s your own fault for getting involved.”
“I know.”
“Why’d you do it?
How did you do it?”
“What, are you talking about actual sex? That just required getting a little invention. Humans are good at overloading, you know—they’re obsessed enough with it to have figured some stuff out. But…”
He switched tactics suddenly. “I don’t regret it, you know. Not all the time. It just…”
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah… Yeah, it does. Who’d you lose?”
“Nobody human. I’m not that
stupid.”
oOo
Never Run by Onelinedrawing
Sam, Bumblebee and Mikaela in a bad situation.
Never Run by OnelinedrawingSam was scared. So, so scared. But that didn’t matter. Bumblebee needed him. So did Mikaela. She’d gotten hurt, shrapnel, and he’d shielded her while trying to get her off the battlefield—
And ten minutes ago it had been a national forest. Now… They hadn’t seen it coming. They’d…
Decepticons. But that didn’t matter. The new arrivals they’d been meeting were fighting them off.
What mattered was the two of them, the two people who mattered most to him, in the whole world, lying bleeding at their feet. And he wanted—he wanted—more than anything else he wanted to run away. For the first time in his life. Because he could deal with anything,
anything except this. He’d never run away from them. But if he lost them… He’d need to run away from himself.
oOo
Has Anyone Seen My Wings by the New Amsterdams
Sam, Sideswipe, CRACKY LIKE HELL CRACK AU.
Has Anyone Seen My Wings by the New Amsterdams“So you’re an angel,” she said, twisting closer.
“Er, yes,” Sam said, trying to subtly back away from the figure not-so-subtly leaning towards him. What
was good casual conversation with a devil?
“So, um, Sideswipe… What made you fall?”
oOo
Do You Love an Apple by the Bothy Band
Ratchet finds out Sunstreaker has surprising musical tastes.
Do You Love an Apple by the Bothy Band (Thanks, tricolora!)
Mostly, Sunstreaker scared the shit out of Ratchet. He’d been here two weeks, and he’d tried to eviscerate the medic when he’d run his check-up scan. Rumor (that is, Blaster) had it that things would be better when his twin showed up, but he thought that sounded questionable. Psychosis wasn’t caused by missing relations—it had to be there in the first place.
But then, he hadn’t had much chance to get to know him. On purpose.
So maybe he wasn’t being fair.
That didn’t change the fact that he was a sociopath.
…Who apparently liked traditional Irish folk music.
oOo
When My Boy Walks Down the Street by the Magnetic Fields
Tracks, Raoul, slashy robot-human implications.
When My Boy Walks Down the Street by the Magnetic FieldsTracks had never
meant to end up getting his own human.
That was how everyone referred to it—getting your human. Apparently it made adapting to earth easier, even if you went with the looser relationship most ’bots did. He thought it was ridiculous. Or he had.
Because he
liked Raoul. He’d never expected to find someone so—worth looking up to. He was charismatic, he had morals—ones he lived up to—and he wasn’t too unattractive, for a human, so he didn’t have to worry about him taking away from his stunning good looks.
And he was very good with his hands.
oOo
Yellow Birds & Coal Mines by the Scene Aesthetic
Ironhide reflects on humanity.
Yellow Birds & Coal Mines by the Scene AestheticHumans lived quickly. Ironhide hadn’t realized the… Implications of that.
It left him—confused, reeling in their wake. They didn’t fit everything in that a Cybertronian did, but they did a… A surprising amount. Almost every one of them loved, and more than once, starting with family and ending with multiple romantic partners. Over and over, they built bonds, strong ones, more than an Autobot would over the centuries, for some of them—
And he’d found that, when they loved
him like that, for whatever crazy reason they had, it was very hard not to love back.
But it left him… Tired. He lived more, with them, but it… No wonder they didn’t live long: they couldn’t take the stress!
He couldn’t say it was worth it. But he also couldn’t say that he could back away.
It had started with the Lennoxes. And their extended family. Close friends. Children. Lovers. Sarah’s second husband, after Will was lost, and then his partner after she was lost. Annie.
All of them.
oOo
Living On The Outside Of Your Skin by Cloud Cult
OC (Tripshift) thinks about humans.
Living On the Outside of Your Skin by Cloud CultSkin was weird. And the humans had all sort of weird
metaphors for it. What was the point to something so freakishly delicate serving as armor? Lots of
other organics had sensible alternatives to it.
…They had songs about it. ‘Living on the outside of your skin?’ What was the
point of that? What did it
mean? It made absolutely no sense, if you asked Tripshift, which nobody did. He usually told them anyways, but they rarely listened.
He meant… They
couldn’t. Apparently, it was supposed to signify something, and so it wasn’t
actually a fully naked human running around sans protective layers of dying cells that oozed various oils and grew weird protuberances they called hair…
oOo
How Far We've Come by Matchbox 20
Optimus Prime, way-post-movie reflections.
How Far We’ve Come by Matchbox 20Optimus Prime surveyed the 27 mechs gathered in front of him, and let pride fill him.
They’d come so far.
The Decepticons were on the run: no effective leader had come forward to concentrate their efforts. Some of them had defected, or just run away, disappearing into the vast reaches of space. The Autobots were returning—and more of them than he’d had reason to hope for. Several of them had been reintroduced to friends, teammates, lovers they’d assumed long dead, permanently gone.
They were moving forward. The war was over.
Human society was slowly coming to accept them—not with open arms, but it was happening. They were learning to adapt, to fit themselves into it, not just to hide on the underneath of it.
oOo
Devil's Dance Floor by Flogging Molly
Annabelle, unknown, and a conversation about dancing.
Devil’s Dance Floor by Flogging MollyAs a rule, Annabelle had realized, Autobots didn’t get dancing and the human fascination with it. She’d made several copies of her papers about its cultural significance—complete with demonstrative music and video clips—as a result, and tended to pass them out to curious newcomers. Or particularly stubborn ones.
Like Ironhide had been. He’d eventually gotten used to it—probably at least in part to some of her more embarrassing habits when she’d been younger;
why had she had to dance around naked so much?—and just accepted it. Jazz had been interested, but his main love had always been the music itself.
So she was really,
really excited when one of them actually searched her out to ask her questions about dancing. And it wasn’t just because of some morbid curiosity, or even disbelief! That was almost unbelievable.
“So, what’s your name?” she asked after taking a sip of water—her throat was getting dry, but he still seemed fascinated.
oOo
Grace Kelly by Mika
Bulkhead, Sari, Prowl, unnamed OC, Bumblebee has a crush.
For Tranformers: Animated.
Grace Kelly by Mika“No, seriously, what’s
wrong me?”
“Is he
still at it?” rumbled Bulkhead.
“Apparently,” said Prowl, tone so cold it was glacial.
“Is he still what?” asked Sari, seated on Bulkhead’s shoulder. “Is… That’s
Bumblebee’s voice, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I don’t know what’s got into him, but our back-up arrived, and he kind of…”
“He’s fallen in love?” asked Sari, looking into the other room to see Bumblebee clinging to the leg of a largely blank-faced mech in icy blue.
“Whoa, you’re good,” Bulkhead said, looking at her.
“It’s women’s intuition.”
“Well,
I wouldn’t call it love so much as lust,” murmured Prowl disapprovingly, turning back to his meditation.
oOo
In the End by Linkin Park (lol)
Megatron, post-movie reflections on the state of things and Optimus.
In the End, Linkin ParkIt had all come to nothing.
Cybertron ruined, his brother driven away, the remains of his army following Starscream—
The Allspark gone.
All he’d wanted was to recreate Cybertron. Before it had been ruined, all he’d wanted was to create a utopia for their kind. Optimus
Prime had never understood that. He’d railed about his values, his precious
morals, the blind optimist blinkered by petty rules created by the deluded, but he’d never seen that it was him, that it was Megatron, who had the key to Cybertron’s ultimate greatness.
Not anymore. The Allspark was lost. Earth would never become Cybertron.
They were a dying race.
Because of his
fool of a brother.
oOo
Pigeon Song by Patrick Wolf
Reflections on death and Mission City.
Pigeon Song by Patrick WolfThe destroyed part of Mission City had been cordoned off, turned into a memorial park for the 148 dead. Most had never had bodies recovered. They all had an empty grave somewhere, with a memorial stone, and trees marking where their bodies lay.
The dead Decepticons had a name on the map: the Marianis Trench.
Jazz’s name was written on a blank wall in the Autobot base, his sigil and in English. He’d have liked that. The first of many, Optimus knew, as mechs returned with stories, and names.
He’d had his own names to add.
oOo
Pony by Tom Waits
Mirage, arrival-on-earth issues.
Pony by Tom WaitsAll Mirage had ever wanted to do was go home. He’d gone to the coordinates Optimus Prime had sent out, expecting to find a party grouping to return, a waystation.
The news that they weren’t returning had been a blow. The news that Cybertron had been destroyed had almost destroyed him, finished him off. The war had left him weak. He’d never been meant to fight, hadn’t ever really wanted to. He’d managed to survive with a needs-must mindset, but he’d always known that, someday, it would be over, and he’d go home.
Now there was no home to go back to.
Some of the others already thought of Earth as their home. Most of them were too young to remember Cybertron. Even Mirage couldn’t remember the Golden Age, just the last few years before the war had become universal—
His planet. Dead. His home destroyed, and his neighbors’ homes, his neighborhood, his city, the stores he’d visited, the school he’d gone to, the companions he’d played with—
It was impossible.
He needed to go home. He just didn’t know
how. He needed somebody who knew how to get back home.
oOo
Good Night by Within Temptation and Evanescence
Bumblebee tucking in the kids with a lullaby. (SamxMikaela, hints of SamxMikaelaxBee)
Good Night by Within Temptation and EvanescenceWhenever it was his night to put the kids to bed—four years and six, with Sam’s smile and Mikaela’s grace—he played a song for them, something he’d recorded: he’d started searching for them when Mikaela had first gotten pregnant.
He’d didn’t know how to react when little Judy insisted he
sing one.
oOo
Soul On Fire by Lavern Baker
Ironhide, unnamed Decepticon spy, Chromia, love.
Soul On Fire by Lavern BakerIt was a pity he was a Decepticon, because he was the single most attractive mech Ironhide had ever seen.
But he wasn’t all that interested, even when the mech offered—he didn’t
know Ironhide knew he was a Decepticon spy.
Because he had Chromia, who wasn’t pretty, with a solid frame built for war, and didn’t even have the sort of personality that was supposed to be attractive. She wasn’t some renowned interfacer, the sort of mech to blow your circuits with every touch.
But she was who she was. And he loved her, fiercely.
oOo
Keep on Runnin' by Cat Power
Unnamed Decepticon OC with a running-away problem.
Keep on Runnin’ by Cat PowerHe’d turned tail and fled his first battle, and hadn’t looked back since. For the first centuries, it had been because he was being hunted—his CO didn’t like deserters, and he’d had some sensitive information. He’d been
trusted, relatively speaking—trusted, for a Decepticon grunt. After that, it was just because he didn’t know what else to do.
So he ran. He had no idea where he was—he didn’t look at the charts he did have, he didn’t have many charts, and he was pretty sure that where he was had never been charted at all. He’d moved fast, for a long, long time. He ran from the Autobots, he ran from other Decepticons, he ran from other alien species, he ran from his own shadow, when he had one—
What else was he going to do? Just drift out in space? Get himself scrapped by Autobots (because he was a Decepticon) or Decepticons (because they would probably need the parts?)
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