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dustbunny105 · 21 days ago

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Title: Looking Good Fandom: Transformers G1 (vaguely Sunbow) Ship: Arcee/Moonracer Word Count: 1479 Rating: G Summary: Arcee misunderstands Moonracer's intentions, so Moonracer makes them more plain. A/N: For "G1; Moonracer and Arcee; target locked" at @fembot-prompts and I'm using it to mark "Arcee" on my bingo card. Man, this was a pain o write. You ever get so fixated on a single point of dialogue that the rest of a scene or story becomes blurry? Yeah, that was this. But, hey, it's written now! While you’re here, consider donating to Care for Gaza.

Blurr and Hot Rod are looking pretty put out for a couple of bots who've got Arcee smiling and laughing with them. If they're not going to appreciate the attention, Moonracer thinks, they could get out of the way for someone who will. She's been waiting for five minutes to be that someone.

Which, okay. It's not actually all that long of a wait, she can admit, certainly not in the grand scheme of a Cybertronian's lifespan. But the two weeks until her next deployment isn't all that long either and she was here first. Sort of. Almost. Arcee had been in Moonracer's sights, walking along the expanse of her position on the edge of the construction zone at the perfect angle to be casually bumped into. With that to focus on, how was she supposed to have noticed the other two before they launched themselves out of their alt modes and crowded Arcee with low, excited whispers? Why were they even in the construction zone? Not for the same reason as Moonracer, surely…

Before the possibility can make her too anxious, Blurr and Hot Rod finally take whatever hint Arcee has been giving them. Exchanging a few last words that make Arcee laugh again and shake a friendly fist, they throw themselves back into their alt modes and hurry away, not without Arcee calling after them to mind how they drove.

This is Moonracer's chance.

She doesn't drive or even run but she does make her way more quickly this time, just in case. Not so quick as to not look casual. Of course, that's probably shot anyway, since there's no way Arcee didn't notice her hanging around and staring at stacks of building materials for the last five minutes and she knows Moonracer isn't on the construction crew. Yeah, probably best not to sabotage herself by taking too long for no reason, actually. Moonracer breaks into a jog to cover the last few meters between them.

"Arcee, good morning!" she calls as she comes close.

"'Morning, Moonracer," Arcee says. There's a teasing edge to the warm tone of her voice, something knowing that makes Moonracer almost understand why Blurr and Hot Rod might've been put out. "What brings you out this way?"

"Oh, you know," says Moonracer. "Just passing by." She feels unaccountably shy under the twinkling of those optics that seem to be staring through her own, right down into her spark. She cycles cool air over her rapidly heating internals and rallies herself; looks Arcee once-over and says, "You're looking good today."

Arcee blurts out a laugh, her hand chasing her mouth as she throws her head back with the force of it. Not exactly what Moonracer had been going for. Her plating goes flat against her protoform and she can feel her own smile fall away.

"Guard duty must really look good on me," Arcee says once her outburst has passed, polite affection laced with amusement. "You're not the first person to say that to me today." Her smile twitches into a grin and she leans close as if to share a secret. "You're not going to be the first person I let use the construction zone as an obstacle course either." One of her optics flashes in a wink. "Sorry, 'Racer. You might still catch the other two, not that I know anything about--"

Moonracer's jaw drops open and a gasp jumps into the air between them. It's all she can do to keep her fans from spinning up in response to a flash of mortification, immediate and hot in her circuits.

"I would never--" she starts, stopping herself with a thoughtful look towards the construction equipment. "Well, actually, I guess--" She gives her head a quick shake and, not able to keep from pouting, insists, "But I'm not!"

Arcee looks at her with her mouth rounded into a little o, the sparkle of laughter gone from her optics. She looks, at least, as if Moonracer's sincerity has made some kind of impression on her. But she also looks puzzled and Moonracer feels herself deflate a little under her scrutiny, gentle as it is. Still unable to reconfigure her face out of its childish expression, she looks sharply aside. She's probably not doing anything to raise herself in Arcee's esteem right now-- especially grating now that she knows that she apparently doesn't rate very high to begin with-- but that just makes her pout harder.

It's only about ten seconds of silence before Moonracer can't take it anymore, though. She glances quickly back at Arcee, then away again, and says, "I just wanted to tell you that you look good today."

"Thank you," Arcee says slowly. Moonracer risks another glance and finds Arcee looking down at herself. This close, Moonracer notices the light scratches and faint scuffs that Arcee either hadn't had time or hadn't taken time to buff out before her shift. Arcee runs a finger over one of the more prominent ones, high on a forearm guard, and when she meets Moonracer's optics this time, she's the one who looks uncertain. "I haven't… done anything, though?"

Maybe this whole fiasco can still be salvaged. Confidence boosted now that she's not the only one off her guard, Moonracer stands up straight and makes her plating relax and says with a smile, "Yeah, I know. It's just that I always think you look good."

Arcee resets her optics over another little o. Then that little o stretches out into a smile and there's laughter in her voice when she asks, "Are you trying to flirt with me, Moonracer?"

"Trying!?" Moonracer sputters. Her engines lets off a series of indignant hiccups when that makes Arcee outright laugh again-- not cruelly or incredulously, though, and Moonracer holds tight to that. "I am flirting! And if you'd stop laughing at me, I'd be asking you for a date by now!"

"Sorry, sorry," Arcee says, though the laughter is still there in her optics. "It's just-- while I'm on duty?"

"Well, it's the only time I can ever find you without your team," Moonracer says in a huff, followed by a subvocal mutter of, "usually." Her lips actually twitch up at the little huff of laughter that gets. "So, um. What do you think? I haven't got a shift today. After yours, maybe we can drive out to the lake together? I don't know if you've seen Earth's sunsets yet…?"

"I have," Arcee says. "They're beautiful." Her smile this time is soft and curious and she looks like she's seeing something else now when she looks at Moonracer, right through her own optics and into her spark. "I would love to see one with you."

"Great!" Moonracer says in a high enough pitch that she'd be embarrassed if she weren't spending so much of her energy being elated. "I'll pick you up at shift's end. Oh, or do you need to…?"

"No, I'm free then," Arcee says. She brushes away dust from the side of her helm and adds coyly, "As long as you really do think I look fine as I am, anyway."

"Of course," Moonracer says, practically vibrating. Distantly, she's aware that this is the perfect opportunity for a few good lines but her mind is already on the evening to come. Ugh-- she won't see Arcee again until evening. Not a long wait in the grand scheme of things-- she knows, she knows-- but, well. Without being too dramatic about it, how is she supposed to live until then? She has no shift or appointments or anything else to occupy her mind. She's got nothing to do but wallow and obsess--

"Until then," says Arcee, her expression knowing, "you might spend some time out on the far edge of the city ground, where they haven't cleared for working on."

Moonracer tips her head at that and asks, "Why? Is there something going on that way?"

Arcee shrugs, all too casual, and says, "Oh, no-- nothing I know about, at least."

It takes a second for Moonracer to connect the dots. Then even when she does, she hesitates. Arcee just looks back at her, still affectionate, still curious, her hand still up beside her helm, putting that scuff on her forearm on full display. Moonracer spares a second to consider that maybe there'd been something she hadn't seen either, when she'd looked earlier into Arcee's optics-- only a second, though, and then she's folded down into her alt and peeling out towards the ends of Autobot City's bounds.

"Careful!" Arcee calls like she means the way she's driving.

"Always am!" Moonracer calls back. She thinks she might hear Arcee laugh again but it's not like anyone who really knows is there to correct her. Besides, of course she'll be careful (at least within reason). No way is she doing anything that'll cost her this date!

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dustbunny105 · 20 days ago

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Title: A Lovely Night Fandom: Beast Wars (canon divergence) Ship: Manta Ray/Sonar (one-sided) Word Count: 2000 Rating: G Summary: Not only is Manta Ray playing hooky, she's looking to hook a Maximal into the game. And no one's going to tell her it's a bad idea. A/N: For “Beast Wars; Manta Ray; crush” at @fembot-prompts and I’m using it to mark “Manta Ray” on my bingo card. This ended up being accidentally kinda similar to my Mooncee fic, not that I noticed until it was too late to change. Ah, well, not like they're identical. Just both could've come from the same very vague prompt, if you didn't know better. While you’re here, consider donating to Care for Gaza.

Manta Ray should be in the depths right now with her cephalic horns buried in the sand, rooting out new veins of raw energon.

"Shut up, shut up," she mutters as she instead glides ever closer to the surface, intent on the colors of the light filtering down to her. "It's all a lot of busywork. They've got plenty on the surface. I won't be missed. A couple of hours and they'll never know."

Unless someone rats her out.

"Ha, not gonna happen," she says. Her horns twitch up, up as she rises, preceding her through the water. She has her every sensor so finely attuned as to put her nervecircuits on edge. "None of them bother me here. And none of you ever talk to them."

Yes, well, but if Manta Ray isn't going to listen…

"Ugh! Don't be that way." A synapse fires off like a hiccup in her brain module. She rolls her pectoral fins in a way that nearly takes her off-course, in her vain attempt to correct a problem she can't identify. Still no sign above. "I am listening, I always listen. Just-- I'd like to talk to someone else sometimes, y'know. An excuse for a change of scenery."

Because the unexplored, unbothered depths of the sea aren't good enough for great Manta Ray, of course. She's got most of this planet at her disposal, the perfect excuse to disappear into it for days or weeks, even months-- even forever, if the mood takes her-- and she'd rather go up and crawl around in the mud with the land-dwellers.

"Not in the mud," she says; snaps, really, rough with offense. "If I want mud, I've got mud. Better than they've got up there even." She swims in wide circles about two meters down, anxiety driving her faster as the light changes. If she focuses her sensors in the right spot, she thinks she can make out the full moon as it brightens in the sky.

She might as well crawl up into the mud anyway, with as well as this is going to go.

"You don't know that," she mutters. Still nothing. She hadn't wanted to be late but… "Maybe I came too early. I don't want to look like I'm too eager. That's just pathetic. But it's not like anyone else needs to know how long I waited, right? Right. Right, yeah. I'm not here until I say I'm here."

Of course, she could already know, couldn't she? Manta Ray is disgracing her brand by abandoning her post for pleasure, disgracing it doubly by chasing after some Maximal without intent to fight. But the least anyone could say about her is that she's chosen an impressive one. One that probably could've known Manta Ray was coming before she ever saw the surface. And if she didn't feel like dealing with Manta Ray-- as many Predacons didn't-- maybe she'd be taking a different route tonight.

"I'd know if she knew," Manta Ray insists, less certain than she'd like now that she's thinking about it. Her circles get sloppier. "I think so, at least? No, yeah, of course I would. I'd have heard that cry of hers." Manta Ray hadn't known she could sigh in beast mode but she does, at the thought. "And I'd have hurried."

Not that she'd want to look too eager, of course.

"Shut up," she says, tail lashing behind her. Her cephalic horns furl and unfurl as she thinks of that glorious sound, one she can feel echoing sometimes even down deep, tingling through her circuits. It was only recently she'd finally found the source and she'd been (only a little!) obsessed since. "I'd have had to hurry, then, to catch her. That's not overeager."

Oh, of course, of course. Not that it will matter, if Sonar doesn't deign to show herself tonight.

"She'll come," Manta Ray says, swimming closer to the surface by increments, just to see a little better. "I know her routes, of course she'll come." It's getting harder to control the nervous spasm of her pectoral fins and her temper at once. Her tone is sharp when she adds, "And when she does, by the way, she and I will want to be alone."

Well, alright then.

There is never silence in the sea, certainly not for someone as finely attuned to it as Manta Ray is, but she finds herself faltering in her next circle as a sort of emptiness echoes back at her that is very much like it. "Oh, come on," she says, even more agitated now, enveloped in this sense of aloneness. "Don't be that way. You're really going to be that way? If you're expecting an apology, maybe I'm not the one who ought to be looking out for a Maximal--"

A piercing cry splits the night above. The water above her ripples, like the sea itself is shivering with her.

"Sonar!" Manta Ray gasps, acutely aware she's talking to herself and hardly caring. "She's here!" She refocuses her sensors and-- there! Already passing above! "Oh, no, you don't," she says as she dives a little and then sprints back up. She has to time her breach just right and-- yes! With a great splash, she launches herself beyond the surface, into the air, arcing just over her target with what she hopes is a friendly enough cry of, "Hello!" before splashing back in.

Taken by surprise and understandably wary of attack, Sonar, flapping about in her grand and beastly alternate mode, drops almost into the water, her wings glancing off of it.

Manta Ray luxuriates in the water that Sonar touched but she can't waste too much time on that. She swims to gather speed for her next jump and, gathering her courage in the process, leaps again, this time with the classic icebreaker, "Lovely night for flying, isn't it?"

Sonar just gapes-- but she's still flapping around right above where Manta Ray is. That's as good a sign as any, really. And even if it turns out to be not so great a sign, Manta Ray still gets a little longer to watch her in flight.

And that's all she's doing for now. "Stay steady, Manta Ray," she coaches herself as she swims under the riot of colors Sonar is rendered into by the water between them. "You've put the ball in her court now. Ah--!"

The sound of a transformation makes Manta Ray's cephalic horns twist tight with anticipation. Sonar's colors stabilize a bit as she can now use her robot mode flight engine to stay in the air instead of relying on her flapping wings. Not as glorious of a sight, by far, but it does mean that she's just there. Staying there!

Manta Ray, gladder now of having been abandoned to this task, utters her own transformation phrase and breaches the surface more sedately this time, making sure to toss her head a little to show off her facial apparatus and fluttering the tips of her wing-like fins, jutting out of the water, too, to frame her. She meets Sonar's stare with cool confidence and says again, "Hello! Lovely night for flying, isn't it?"

Sonar… Well, she's sort of just staring still. That's fine, really, since it still gives Manta Ray the opportunity to admire her-- from her strong, stern face to every one of those wicked-looking claws, from her thick fur to her polished metal-- but, well. Manta Ray was hoping for a little better than just fine, for her trouble.

"Are you," Sonar begins slowly in that rasping voice, like a current full of grit, that stern face going through a riot of expressions. Her brows draw low and close to each other and Manta Ray is nearly too distracted by the sight to hear what comes next. "Are you speaking to me?"

"Yes!" Manta Ray says, even though it's kind of a weird question under the circumstances.

"Just to me?" Sonar asks, even though that's a little weirder.

"Yes!" Manta Ray says again, not able to entirely hide her annoyance this time with having to clarify something so obvious. There's no one else here, not anymore, so who else would she be speaking to? Maybe this is a Maximal thing, weird lot that they are. Or maybe it's that, as Manta Ray understands, Sonar doesn't spend that much time with the other Maximals. She's probably not very well-practiced in socializing. It would explain her weird questions and all the faces she keeps making. Well, Manta Ray can work with that, just for her. She offers again, "Hello!" Then, to take some of the pressure off Sonar, she adds, "It is a lovely night for flying!"

"It… is, yes," Sonar says. She looks a little flustered, which on her looks a lot like being angry. It's a good look for her-- powerful and intimidating-- which is good because Manta Ray is to understand that she looks that way a lot. Probably that same lack of socialization. As if to prove the point, Sonar hikes up her wings and bares her fangs, something that earns her an embarrassing sound from Manta Ray. With a rumbling growl underlining her words, one Manta Ray can feel in her very spark, Sonar snaps, "Look, do you want something?"

"Oh!" says Manta Ray, affecting a casual air. Not too eager, not too eager. "It's just such a lovely night, like I said-- for flying, I mean. So, you know, I decided to fly a little." And now that she's sold herself as being just the right amount of eager, she deepens the light of her optics so that they must seem to Sonar like stars in the night, lets her voice dip into its own most alluring rumble and drops The Line: "It was even lovelier, sharing the sky with such a lovely creature."

Sonar startles again but this time she dips on purpose, snarling close to Manta Ray's face. It's mesmerizing, so mesmerizing that Manta Ray loses control of her voice box, just a little.

"Lovely," she says again; her voice is no louder than water lapping at the shore but Sonar still rears back, optics aflutter as she resets them and her expression now is as bewildered as it's been this whole encounter. Hm-- a bit too sincere to be casual, that might've been. Manta Ray's self-consciousness overtakes her and she has to fight to say smooth as she says, "Well, anyway, I hope we can do this again sometime. Good night!"

Manta Ray folds herself back into her alt and, ignoring-- with no small effort-- a spluttering reply from above, rushes along back down into the dark. The inky depths seem to reach up to embrace her, the chill of it soothing her.

Down she goes back to her post-- and having left it just for that?

"Oh, you're back again," she says. Not caring to sound dreamy now that she's back among who and what she knows, she says, "For that-- yes. It was amazing. The full moon and all those stars reflecting on the waves as we spoke-- Maximals love that mushy stuff. It was perfect."

For fewer than ten kliks, she'd bobbed beneath a bewildered Maximal and carried what could only be charitably called a conversation that consisted almost entirely of two phrases.

"So, it turns out she's a little shy," Manta Ray says. She lets herself drift on the current, in no hurry to get back to work even if she is back at her post. "I should've expected she wouldn't be as good as I am at dealing with people. Well, I can be patient, for the right cause. It was only the first meeting. I've already got so much in mind for the next one."

That assumes, of course, Sonar won't alter her route accordingly.

Manta Ray scoffs, not dignifying the idea with an answer. She'd suggested they see each other again, after all, and she sure hadn't heard a refusal.

#femslash february #transformers #beast wars #manta ray #sonar #manta ray/sonar #my writing

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