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ajremixTitle: All that You can Hate
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 598
Characters: Blitzwing, Skywarp
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nkfloofiepoof, because she wanted me to
Summary: Random pairing generator and prompt: grudge.
It’s not that there was a lot of love or squishy feelings between the trinemates, but sometimes enough was e-slagging-nough. Maybe it was elitist, maybe it was snobbish, but the three of them had the air covered- they didn’t need the Coneheads and they didn’t need Shockwave’s smug-aft triplechangers. And Blitzwing was the worst of the two- always butting into conversations with some scathing remark that made even Thundercracker want to put a gun in the big shot’s mouth and pull the trigger until his optics went dark. Or got blown out, whichever happened first. And Skywarp- the troublemaker that he was –knew how hard it was to slag TC off.
Today, though, it was the black Seeker that was looking to pull someone’s vocalizer rudely out of their body by any orifice handy- or any painful one that needed to be made. The trine had been out working on maneuvers- was doing well enough even a whiney perfectionist like Starscream was adequately pleased –when the thick, triplechanging moron came out of no where and nearly ran them right out of the sky. Skywarp was the one that got the worst off- Blitzwing nearly rammed straight through him and Skywarp panicked, almost colliding with Starscream before he peeled off, lost control and nearly nose-dived into a hillside if some quick thinking and teleporting hadn’t just sent him reeling into some trees instead.
Back on the Nemesis the Seeker brushed off any concerns and orders to get Hook to look at him and went searching for Blitzwing instead. And he found him, lounging as casually as you please in the common area, blatantly snickering as Skywarp stormed up to him, looking like he just crawled out of the Pit.
“Do you need something,” the triplechanger sneered nastily, “Tree-crusher?”
Hands slammed against the table and got the attention of anyone that wasn’t already eyeing the proceedings. “What the slag is wrong with you?” Skywarp hissed, engine thrumming loudly in irritation. “I don’t care what the hell you think about us but stay the frag outta our way! We don’t want your help- we don’t need your help and we sure as hell are sick and fragging tired of you sticking your ugly little snout where it doesn’t belong! Your high-and-mighty attitude is going to get us all killed- don’t even know where you get it being half a slagging ground-pounder-“
A large hand slammed over Skywarp’s mouth component, lifting him in the air and slamming him down on the table. Suddenly Blitzwing was looming over him, pressing him down so the edge of the table bit into his back and a small part of Skywarp realized just how much bigger the triplechanger was.
“No, no, Tree-crusher.” Came the soft, venomous reply. “You’ve got it all wrong. You see- I’m better than you and I’m better than you little weekend-flier friends. I can do what I went, when I want and that means,” his hand squeezed painfully until Skywarp’s dermaplating buckled, “whatever I decide to do to you- any of you –is of no consequence to me.” To ensure his point was understood, Blitzwing rocked against Skywarp, leaning forward enough to run his glossa over the edge of the black helmet in a long, slow lick.
Skywarp shuddered despite himself. “You’re sick.” His voice was shakier than he needed it to be.
“And you’re weak. Guess who’s got the bigger problem?” With a rude laugh, Bltizwing shoved himself away, booming voice echoing through the room as he left. Skywarp pushed himself upright, humiliated and wished the other ‘con dead.
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 598
Characters: Blitzwing, Skywarp
In Response to:
nkfloofiepoof, because she wanted me toSummary: Random pairing generator and prompt: grudge.
It’s not that there was a lot of love or squishy feelings between the trinemates, but sometimes enough was e-slagging-nough. Maybe it was elitist, maybe it was snobbish, but the three of them had the air covered- they didn’t need the Coneheads and they didn’t need Shockwave’s smug-aft triplechangers. And Blitzwing was the worst of the two- always butting into conversations with some scathing remark that made even Thundercracker want to put a gun in the big shot’s mouth and pull the trigger until his optics went dark. Or got blown out, whichever happened first. And Skywarp- the troublemaker that he was –knew how hard it was to slag TC off.
Today, though, it was the black Seeker that was looking to pull someone’s vocalizer rudely out of their body by any orifice handy- or any painful one that needed to be made. The trine had been out working on maneuvers- was doing well enough even a whiney perfectionist like Starscream was adequately pleased –when the thick, triplechanging moron came out of no where and nearly ran them right out of the sky. Skywarp was the one that got the worst off- Blitzwing nearly rammed straight through him and Skywarp panicked, almost colliding with Starscream before he peeled off, lost control and nearly nose-dived into a hillside if some quick thinking and teleporting hadn’t just sent him reeling into some trees instead.
Back on the Nemesis the Seeker brushed off any concerns and orders to get Hook to look at him and went searching for Blitzwing instead. And he found him, lounging as casually as you please in the common area, blatantly snickering as Skywarp stormed up to him, looking like he just crawled out of the Pit.
“Do you need something,” the triplechanger sneered nastily, “Tree-crusher?”
Hands slammed against the table and got the attention of anyone that wasn’t already eyeing the proceedings. “What the slag is wrong with you?” Skywarp hissed, engine thrumming loudly in irritation. “I don’t care what the hell you think about us but stay the frag outta our way! We don’t want your help- we don’t need your help and we sure as hell are sick and fragging tired of you sticking your ugly little snout where it doesn’t belong! Your high-and-mighty attitude is going to get us all killed- don’t even know where you get it being half a slagging ground-pounder-“
A large hand slammed over Skywarp’s mouth component, lifting him in the air and slamming him down on the table. Suddenly Blitzwing was looming over him, pressing him down so the edge of the table bit into his back and a small part of Skywarp realized just how much bigger the triplechanger was.
“No, no, Tree-crusher.” Came the soft, venomous reply. “You’ve got it all wrong. You see- I’m better than you and I’m better than you little weekend-flier friends. I can do what I went, when I want and that means,” his hand squeezed painfully until Skywarp’s dermaplating buckled, “whatever I decide to do to you- any of you –is of no consequence to me.” To ensure his point was understood, Blitzwing rocked against Skywarp, leaning forward enough to run his glossa over the edge of the black helmet in a long, slow lick.
Skywarp shuddered despite himself. “You’re sick.” His voice was shakier than he needed it to be.
“And you’re weak. Guess who’s got the bigger problem?” With a rude laugh, Bltizwing shoved himself away, booming voice echoing through the room as he left. Skywarp pushed himself upright, humiliated and wished the other ‘con dead.
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Date: 2007-08-28 08:09 am (UTC)SKYWARP NEEDS HUGS LIKE SCORPONOK NEEDS HUGS