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beckyh2112) wrote2007-02-14 07:29 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2007-02-14 07:29 pm
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V-Day Ficbit for Pepper
Just a wee little thing to amuse people with. Used one of my Mardi Gras challenge prompts on it.
Title: Eye of the Beholder
Pairing: Swindle/First Aid
Prompt: #7, Doubloon
Rating: PG
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Swindle rolled a purple doubloon back and forth across his knuckles. It was just 15-gauge anodized aluminum, minted in Louisiana, anodized with color in Chicago, sent back to New Orleans and thrown by the Bacchus krewe on their route. Nothing valuable at all, not even for the metal it was made of. If the Decepticons really desperately needed a source of aluminum, they could raid a recycling plant and steal the soda cans.
First Aid drowsed against his side, the Protectobot as exhausted as if Swindle had stuck a probe down into his fueltank and sucked everything out. Which he hadn't, of course. He'd just tired the kid out in other ways.
Mardi Gras had been as raucous as he'd expected, full of way too many people who were way too excited over a bunch of brightly colored plastic and cheap metal. Or, at least that's what Onslaught would have said about them. Onslaught hadn't had one arm around First Aid's shoulders until the young Autobot stopped panicking and realized that Swindle was whooping and hollering for beads, not for reinforcements. Onslaught hadn't decorated First Aid with throws and gotten half-dazzled by all the tourists taking pictures of the two of them.
Onslaught hadn't dragged First Aid off into the dawn and slowly divested him of beads, then sucked on his fingers until he begged.
As far as Swindle was concerned, Onslaught had had a pretty sucky Mardi Gras.
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Title: Eye of the Beholder
Pairing: Swindle/First Aid
Prompt: #7, Doubloon
Rating: PG
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Swindle rolled a purple doubloon back and forth across his knuckles. It was just 15-gauge anodized aluminum, minted in Louisiana, anodized with color in Chicago, sent back to New Orleans and thrown by the Bacchus krewe on their route. Nothing valuable at all, not even for the metal it was made of. If the Decepticons really desperately needed a source of aluminum, they could raid a recycling plant and steal the soda cans.
First Aid drowsed against his side, the Protectobot as exhausted as if Swindle had stuck a probe down into his fueltank and sucked everything out. Which he hadn't, of course. He'd just tired the kid out in other ways.
Mardi Gras had been as raucous as he'd expected, full of way too many people who were way too excited over a bunch of brightly colored plastic and cheap metal. Or, at least that's what Onslaught would have said about them. Onslaught hadn't had one arm around First Aid's shoulders until the young Autobot stopped panicking and realized that Swindle was whooping and hollering for beads, not for reinforcements. Onslaught hadn't decorated First Aid with throws and gotten half-dazzled by all the tourists taking pictures of the two of them.
Onslaught hadn't dragged First Aid off into the dawn and slowly divested him of beads, then sucked on his fingers until he begged.
As far as Swindle was concerned, Onslaught had had a pretty sucky Mardi Gras.
End
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Awesome. Swindle's such a hedonist. ^_^
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Good job 8)
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*goes splody*
*is ded but oh my god thank you*
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I read the fic. I Am Amused.
Swindle at Mardi Gras, I can totally see. I can even seeing him whooping for beads. Why was First Aid there?