Summary: A drabble-ish music meme about our favourite Autobots and Decepticons; 10 songs only, slight language and mentions of Slash
Rating: T
Chapter 4
C.M.D: Yes... I have indeed done another meme. I doubt these
things will ever die for me. So anyways, not my fave, if only because my
brain wanted to die come the writing and my fingers were starting to go
numb from the cold so I couldn't get them to work with me.
Randomus-Prime seemed to enjoy them well enough all the same, so I guess
that's some consolation...
1. Vinci DiCola- Pursuit
He
onlined his optics, seeing a stretch of blue sky above his helm. It was
obviously fake; just a rectangle of blue paint daubed with white spots
to make it look as if there were clouds. But to Fireflight, it was the
bestest thing to wake up to in the morning.
"Come on, dumbnode!,"
Slingshot shouted, leaping onto the other flyer's berth and knocking
Fireflight to the floor. "Get up already!"
"Slingshot, calm down. There's no need to rush Fireflight into getting up," Silverbolt sighed from out of sight.
"It's
alright," the white jet beamed, picking himself off of the floor. He
jumped back on his berth, wrapping his arms tight around the protesting
Slingshot, giving his brother big, wet kisses. "Slings just wanted to
greet me first."
"I'm glad that you're able to see things that way, 'Flight..."
"But
it would probably be best if you let Slingshot go now," Air Raid
pointed out. There was a smile in his tone. "I think he just might blow a
gasket if you keep cuddling him."
Fireflight only purred, hugging Slingshot tighter.
2. Mockingbird- Eminem
It was hard.
Watching
over them, his children, and not being able to even speak with them. To
connect with them. To offer them comfort or advice when their paths
grew dark and they stumbled in their despair. The worst bit though had
to see them fighting amongst themselves; building weapons and traps to
best the other, energon staining their servos as another of their kin
fell. Murdered by their own intentions.
Primus could weep.
But
he did not even have that ability, and the whole of his essence ached
as he watched them -his creations, the Decepticons, the Autobots-
struggling through this senseless war, starving and pushing, barely
holding on as they managed to make it through another day.
Blocking
up all their feelings; sealing away love and the like, denying
themselves what they were destined to always have. Happiness stolen away
by their own doing.
If he was something more than a God, than maybe he could have helped.
3. Another night- La Bouche Nightcore Remix
Tracks
rolled on his berth, pulling the sheets to his frame and purring
lightly as the soft material brushed against his sensors pleasantly. In
his thoughts was a blue mech, thick and silent with a red visor that
pierced into his soul, seeing his very spark.
Lies and fears meant nothing when he was under that gaze, wanted by this strange mech.
The corvette could almost giggle.
Tomorrow,
he'd go back to that store. Maybe he would meet that other 'bot again,
and maybe then he'd have the courage to say something to him. Fingers
crossed for the kiss of passion he was sure the other could give him.
4. Tetris Themesong
Not
many games intrigued Perceptor. In fact, he had an utter disdain for
any activities of that sort period. He did not see the mindless
repetition in racing games, and thought that the fighting games were
just as worse. Why fight digitally on a screen, when they were already
in the middle of a war?
But perhaps he had been too quick to judge all video games.
"What is that?," Perceptor asked, peering over Spike's shoulder curiously.
The
human scowled as the screen flashed saying that he had lost, before
looking up at the scientist. "Just a game... Tetris it's called. Kinda
boring if you ask me."
"Might...," the Autobot started shyly, "...might I try?"
Spike blinked his eyes at that, but shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out."
Ignoring the strange comment, Perceptor gladly took the game, watching excitedly as the screen flashed up.
5. Eisenfunk- Pong
When Red Alert was glitching... sometimes it produced interesting results.
Inferno
shifted on the berth, hissing first as his wrists chaffed in the cuffs
against the berth post, before moaning as a hot glossa slid across his
windshield and down in between his grill. "R-red...," he panted, trying
to focus through the dimness on his lover. The security director pulled
away from the other mech's chassis, looking up at Inferno with lustful
optics.
"Yes love?," he growled teasingly, grinding down into the firetruck's lap.
Inferno's engine roared at that.
He
could feel the outlines of Red Alert's exposed valve, the lubricants
dripping slow and hot onto his own spike, but the lamborghini never went
any further than a simple brushing of their interface equipment. The
taunting taste of ecstasy was driving him mad!
"P-please R-red... A-ah c-can't take anymore."
Red Alert smirked again, licking his lip components. "Of course not, Inferno. But first... you must beg me."
Oh... Inferno moaned wantonly. Who knew that Red Alert could be such a sexy, little dominatrix?
6. I will Survive- Meet the Spartans Remix
Starscream
cocked a hip angrily, arms crossed over his chassis. If Megatron
thought he would take this indignity this time, the stupid bucket-head
had another thing coming! The jet was not some bumbling, rash moron -he
could hold well enough on his own in a fight, and he had more than a few
schemes in his processor to get himself what he wanted.
And Starscream indeed would get what he wanted.
He had not come this far to fail at the very end.
"I
will be back, Megatron," he hissed to the empty air, "Expect it. I'll
take the throne and control of this pitiful army, just you wait and
see!"
7. Little Big Planet- Main Theme
"Come on Mirage!"
The
ligier scowled down the hill, servos held at his sides tensely. Hound
had to be kidding -him, go down there? In all that muck and filth! "No
thank you," he called back. "I rather stay up here."
The jeep
sighed at the expected reply. "But I can't show you what I brought you
here for if you don't come down," he pointed out.
"If you weren't
so determined to keep it a secret, then maybe you could have saved
yourself the trouble," the Noble sniffed, turning away.
Hound
shrugged, turning around and reaching into the bush. There came a
hideous bout of squawking and feathers flying everywhere, before a flock
of peacocks came racing out of the bush. They screeched in terror and
confusion, heading in every which direction, flying up into the
tracker's face momentarily and twisting through his massive pedes.
Caught off-guard by the fearful birds, Hound tipped backwards, falling
into the mud with a cry of shock. At the sound, Mirage turned back
around, lifting a servo to his face as a chuckle threatened to rise.
"I see you've managed to get dirty... again," he joked, safely from his spot above the little valley of mud and bushes.
"Yes,
well," Hound laughed back. He picked himself up slowly, trying to flick
some of the mud off with his fingers. It wasn't really working. "Dirt
just loves me, you know?"
Mirage hummed in response, watching as
the jeep climbed back up to where he was standing. "Here," he said
suddenly, holding something out for the noble to take. Mirage did so
warily, aware of the filth covering the other mech.
In Hound's servo, he saw it was one of the bird's lovely blue feathers. "Oh, Hound," he smiled, touched by the thoughtful gift.
"Knew you'd like it," the tracker smiled back, cheekplates flush with his blush.
8. IronMan -Black Sabbath Instrumental version
"So... you're Iron man."
"Sideswipe please..."
"But I mean, he said it himself," the red warrior protested. "He said he was Iron man!"
"Slagging ego-maniacs...," Ratchet grumbled from the back of the group.
"If
he's Iron man, why don't we get some cool names too, huh!," Sideswipe
pouted, finger inches away from poking their human ally. Tony Stark only
glanced at the giant appendage before turning his head to whom he
assumed was the leader.
"Cute kid," he commented dryly.
"No, seriously! We should be called like, the cybertronium mechs or something!"
"I...
apologize," Optimus sighed, "For Sideswipe's behaviour. I believe your
mechanical suit has gotten him excited and he's forgotten his manners."
"Not like he ever had any to begin with..." That would be Ratchet again.
"Naw, it's cool," Tony grinned. He was really beginning to like these giant robots. "Everybody's a fan of the suit."
9. Now You're Gone- Basshunter
He was a fool.
Tracks
paced about his room uneasily, arms hugging his chassis tightly. He had
never meant to make Soundwave feel like he was just playing him -he
sincerely and truly did love the other mech back! But how was he
supposed to say so, when the Decepticon just suddenly sprung such
spark-felt confessions on him like that. And asking him to bond with
him?
The corvette wanted to kick himself.
He should have
done something at the very least. Slaggit... anything would have been
better than just standing there, dumbfounded, until Soundwave could not
take the silence any longer and got up, turning around and walking away.
The tapedeck had not commed him since.
Choking
back a sob, Tracks turned, collapsing onto the edge of his berth. "I'm
sorry...," he whispered to the walls, since his love was not around to
hear them, "I'm sorry I was so afraid... but please, come back..."
10. Bring me to life- Evanescence Nightcore Remix
Sparks
withered, pulsed, started to fade... He could feel the tug of the well
of All-sparks reaching out for him, beckoning for him to come. He was
tempted to comply with their sweet demands.
"Prowl!," a voice
screamed through the darkness. It banished the speck of light he saw,
pulled him back to a gravity where pain flowed through every fibre of
his being; sensory net frazzled as only agony registered across his
systems.
It made him want to go back to that world of shadows and shifting light.
"Prowl!
Oh Prowler... hang on, please!," that voice was still calling. Servos
slipped under his helm, then his torn and mangled doorwings, lifting him
up to a warm chassis. He could hear something click, felt fingers dig
into his own chestplates, prying the metal back gently and baring his
spark. His withering, dying spark...
"Listen ta meh Prowler...
y-yer not gonna die, ya hear meh! Y-yeh'll live another orn, a'ight!
J-just stay wit' meh, o-okay..." A bright, brilliant light was pressed
into his spark, feeding it, flaming it into a raging inferno. He could
feel suddenly this other mech, all of this fears and feelings; his love
and terror at losing the officer.
Weak words made their way to his lip components. "J-jazz...?"
C.M.D:
It's kind of scary, but like, THREE of the songs, me and Randomus both
had the same idea for. We were both chuckling and I was like "Dude, get
out my brain!" as we were reading each other's over at the end. Just
goes to show, I guess, that great minds DO think alike~ XD
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