Negotiating the Spark, preludeNegotiating the Spark, prelude6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Megatron, feared warlord of Kaon, was a lonely mech. He had searched Kaon for his bond mate He had searched Vos and Simfur. He had even obtained the right to search the ranks of the Helixian monks! There were no more places he could freely search, the rest of Cybertron's many city-states closed to him because of the wars of the past. No matter that his wars had been fought off planet and against attackers not as the attacker.
He had one choice left the great oracle of Praxus, who had thus far been unable or unwilling to answer his question. If he knew where to find his mate-to-be he could start whatever political measures needed to get to him. That was why he stood before the frail, veiled femme for what felt like the millionth time since his search began, head held high and voice firm as he asked his questions.
The oracle never spoke to him, simply lifting slender hands in a graceful gesture that seemed to cut a piece out of the very atmosphere. Shimmering lines of power f
Kitty'Bee Drabbles 11Kitty!Bee DrabblesKitty'Bee Drabbles 117 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Theme Eleven: Blanket
Warnings: hinted slash
Pairing(s): hinted OptimusxBumblebee
Ratchet rebooted is optics a few times, but what he saw did not change. He sighed. Bumblebee, I need that thermal blanket.
Said mech opened his optics lazily, not pleased with his nap being interrupted. But its warm, he sighed, snuggling into the large piece of material. He yelped when the sheet was yanked from under him.
These are for the injured or sick! Ratchet smirked evilly, visibly scaring poor youngling. Of course, that can be arranged
N-no, Bumblebee stuttered. He spotted Optimus entering the room casually. Prime! He whined. Ratchet took my blanket!
The leader stared at the scene a moment. Im sure he has a good reason, Bumblebee. He looked at the medic expectantly, but there was no explanation.
See! Hes just being mean! Bumblebee
Kitty'Bee Drabbles 8KittyBee DrabblesKitty'Bee Drabbles 87 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Theme Eight: Spring Time
Warnings: crackiness, slash
Pairings: mentioned ProwlxBumblebee, OptimusxBumblebee if you squint, RatchetxWreckGar
Bumblebee knew he wasnt going to run into Prowl as he walked to the medbay. The motorcycle was on patrol, allowing him to try to figure out what exactly happened a few hours earlier.
He shivered slightly at the memory. He half wished hed stayed
No, no, Bumblebee reminded himself. He wasnt ready for something like that; no matter how much he liked it.
The small bot sprinted the rest of the way, wanting to get the uncomfortable conversation over with. He wanted to know what was going with his body, and he knew only Ratchet could tell him.
Ratchet! Bumblebee banged the door as he shouted. Ratchet! His face fell as he heard a loud yelp that did not sound like Ratchet.
Im coming, Im coming! The medic stomped up to the door, only opening it
Kitty'Bee Extra 2Kitty!Bee Extra 2Kitty'Bee Extra 27 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Theme Three: Scratch- Alternate Version
Prowl skulked amongst the shadows, his optics glowing dimly in the darkness. Movement caught his attention. His prey moved groggy and slow, giving the ninjabot just the opportunity he needed.
He pounced on the smaller mechs back, knocking the other to the ground. He sat cross-legged on his preys back to make sure he had the upper hand.
G-get off! Bumblebee coughed.
The older mech chuckled lightly. Now why would I do that? He teasingly flicked a thumb over a flattened ear.
Hey, dont! the altered bot squeaked. His objection was quickly quashed by curious fingers rubbing and scratching his ears thoroughly. Bumblebee purred and lost himself to the sensation.
Straddling the small of Bumblebees back so as to not fall off the now wriggling youngling, Prowl leaned over to hear the small sounds that were nearly drow
TF:A CandyCandyTF:A Candy7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Warnings: slash, fluff
Bumblebee laid on his stomach, trying to concentrate on watching the television. This was becoming increasingly more difficult, however.
Crunch. Startled scream. Crunch. Thud. Crunch. Laugh track. Crunch.
The youngling sat up, turning his body just enough to glare at the disturbance. If youre not going to share your energon goodies, Blurr, then at least be quiet. The other mech stuck his glossa at him childishly in response. Bumblebee stood up, completely blocking the reclining speedsters view.
IslittleBumblebee mad? Blurr asked, slowing the last word into an almost sing-song note. He popped another goody in his mouth, not crunching down on it in favor of savoring the treat.
Predictably, Bumblebee accepted the unspoken challenge. However, immersing himself into human culture gave him the upper hand.
Blurr emitted a brief sound of surprise that could only be described a squeak as t
Kitty'Bee Drabbles 7KittyBee DrabblesKitty'Bee Drabbles 77 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Theme Seven: Hunt
Warnings: crackiness, slash
Nowhere was safe for Prowl, nowhere at all.
He carefully skulked through the shadows, not making a sound. He just had to reach the entrance. He was almost there
Something suddenly came at him from the front, its small form forcing him down using momentum. He landed with a heavy thud, hitting his head. He shook away the stars in front of his optics to see Bumblebee sitting on his chest, looking very pleased with himself.
Off, Prowl grunted. Instead, his captor leaned forward, silently gloating over his prey.
Youre just upset cause I caught you. The tone was mischievous, almost suggestive. Bumblebee was surprised to feel the others frame heating up, but he wrote it off as anger and possibly embarrassment. He leaned over until their noses nearly touched, chuckling at the older mechs discomposure.
Between the swish of that delic