Request: Skywarp+SkyrunnerDisclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this. OC Skyrunner belongs to alucardy2000.More Like This
A/N: Requested by alucardy2000. All drabbles take place in an AU setting of my Bugformers series.
Title: Saving a Butterfly
Pairing: Skyrunner/OCs; Skyrunner/Skywarp
Warnings: het, slight non-con
Skyrunner, a Morpho menelaus butterfly, flew through the forest of Autobug territory, performing her daily rounds of sweeping for any Deceptibug intruders. While flying near the outskirts of Autobug territory, she became nervous at the sight of numerous spider webs. Some appeared old and tattered while others looked fresh and still in use. One of the worst fears of any bug was getting trapped in a web and then eaten alive by a spider, and she was no different. Spiders terrified her, and she slowed down while frantically glancing around, trying to keep herself from flying into a trap, but her cautiousness didn't pay off. Webbing could be nearly invisible depending on the specie
Typical MorningMore Like This
The reason the alarm (also known as her cellphone) had been carefully placed across the room was so Thayle would be forced to actually get up out of bed to turn it off. It was either that or suffer the warbling upbeat tune of The Bangles so hellishly early in the morning.
Struggling to pull her brain out of its shroud of cobwebs, Thayle rolled over and yelped when something jabbed her neck. Something pointy and ... plastic.
Thrust. She groaned as the small jet stirred and burrowed closer to her neck. With a sigh, she fumbled to untangle him from her hair despite the Seeker's sleepy protests. She never knew when any of the apartment's smaller denizens would decide her pillow-space was up for grabs in the middle of the night, but Thrust in particular seemed to lay a persistent claim to it. He was not usually the sharing type, but he could be very generous about his sharp angles and pointy appendages.
Laying the snoozing Seeker back onto her pillow, Thayle fought down a
First SnowMore Like This
The season had quickly passed in the city of Tranquillity, spring soon gave way to summer which had quickly changed to autumn. The autobots were surprised at how fast the seasons inflicted their changes on the landscape as the trees surrounding the city were shedding their very last leaves preparing for the encroaching hibernation that was winter.
The air was chilly as the wind whipped through the bare branches of the trees surrounding the autobot base, the sun was beginning to set just below the horizon. Sam looked up from his place on Bumblebees lap, the two had earlier come to the base for a visit and for Bumblebee to his misfortune to have his routine medical check by Ratchet. The two were in the designated human area of the base in one of the many huge easily capable of holding several mechs at a time. The yellow scout had settled himself on the floor with his charge, Sam sat upon his lap, the yellow mech noticed his charges stare,
The Power of Song.The sound of heels clanking against metal floors was all that could be heard through the eerie silent halls. A blur of a teenager girl raced by, leaving tear drops flying behind her. Haunting whispers licked at her ears, teasing and tormenting her to run even faster down the oddly deserted tunnel of metal.More Like This
Static images flashed before her eyes before disappearing, as if they were ghosts, forcing the teen to shut her eyes so tight that her head began to throb in pain. Even with her vision gone, the teen ran faster, her legs burning with the fire of pain as her muscles worked beyond their limit to run from her assailant.
In his quarters, the Saboteur Jazz was sitting at his desk as he scrolled through mountains of data pads. Energon stock-piles, medical inventory from Ratchet, shift schedules, patrol reports and human government reports; Jazz was renowned for his patience but even that was starting to wear thin, how he was beginning to miss and sympathize with his old friend Prowl
Cybertron.Ironhide was shooting at a pile of scrap metal in the area he had dubbed his makeshift shooting range. He was grateful to Captain William Lennox for allowing him to build one on their large property.More Like This
When the sound of someone clapping reached his audios, the weapons specialist quickly spun around. He had been unaware that he had an audience. He had been so absorbed into the destructive and powerful explosions of his targets that signals that were any less than Decepticons were ignored.
To his quick relief, he spotted Sarah Lennox standing on the small hill; the family's old Dodge Caravan they used when he was unavailable, parked behind her.
"I hope I didn't interrupt." She stated as her sea blue eyes twinkled in the late afternoon sunlight.
The Topkick shook his helm. "Not at all."
He retracted his two cannons before walking over to the curly, dirty blonde woman. "Is there something wrong?"
The blonde bit her bottom lip. "Well, I need to go into town to run some errands. It may take a