Oct. 25th, 2011 03:14 pm
flyby_fanfics: (Default)
So I haven't updated this with recent fics, so I'll do that now.

I've done some co-writing with [livejournal.com profile] gatekat.

First was an AU of [livejournal.com profile] tf_socket_fics called "No Regrets for Love". Warnings for explicit sticky.
On the DdG comm.
On fanfiction.net.

Then there's an AU of NRfL called "On The Beach" written for [livejournal.com profile] flesh_and_steel's Threesome Beach Challenge. Warnings for explicity sticky and xeno.
On the DdG comm.

And finally a stand-alone fic called "Trials of an Ambassador". Warnings for explicity sticky, slavery, many heavy topics and things that are taboo in our society, but are not in the society within the fic.
On fanfiction.net.
On the Hall of Records.
On AO3.

And I've also written one fic solo, for [livejournal.com profile] competition_fun's third round. Called "Hanging". Is an introspective piece about Starscream.
On the comm.
flyby_fanfics: (fanfic)
Title: Hidden Hobby
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Rating: G
Notes: This bunny has been bugging me for a long time, and finally gave me enough to work with while parents and I were out to dinner tonight. And thanks to [livejournal.com profile] eerian_sadow for the beta! :D

What does the Autobot CTO do in his rare spare time? )
flyby_fanfics: (Default)
Title: Broken Patterns
Characters: Perceptor, Wheeljack
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the Weekly Challenge prompt "Perceptor/Wheeljack - broken patterns" over at [livejournal.com profile] tf_rare_pairing. Thanks to the ever-wonderful [livejournal.com profile] eerian_sadow for the beta!

Short fic is short. )
flyby_fanfics: (fanfic)
This fic was for the [livejournal.com profile] redxinferno February Challenge "Beginnings". The results (and thus authors of the fics) for the challenge were released today. Didn't win, but the fact that I actually had something in there was a big step for me. :)

Title: Up in Flames
Characters: Inferno, Red Alert
Continuity: G1
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A day of work for Inferno.

He just didn't realize this day would have such an impact on his life. )
flyby_fanfics: (IronhidexChromia)
Yes yes yes, I know, life happened and then I forgot to write. At least I'm catching up now!

3/5: Confute )

3/6: Demagogue )

3/7: Chortle )

3/8: Puckish )

3/9: Fanfaronade )
flyby_fanfics: (IronhidexChromia)
I've seen a few others do this, so I decided to give it a try. I'll be doing a drabble a day for a month, based on the Word of the Day over at Dictionary.Com. I'll be basing mine off of the Ironhide/Chromia pairing. I'm starting a bit late, so here's a few all rolled into one post. :D Let's get this kicked off!

3/1: Masticate )

3/2: Wunderkind )

3/3: Gimcrack )

3/4: Gastronome )
flyby_fanfics: (Primus Pogostick)

Title: Remember When it Rained
Characters: Optimus Prime, Elita One
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Second fic for the November Challenge over at [livejournal.com profile] tf_rare_pairing! And another awesome beta job from [livejournal.com profile] eerian_sadow! Thank you so much!

The storm is inside. )
flyby_fanfics: (Sunny x Blue)

Title: Burn this Dancefloor
Characters: Sunstreaker, Bluestreak
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for the November challenge over at [livejournal.com profile] tf_rare_pairing! (ETA: Also thanks to the super-wonderful [livejournal.com profile] eerian_sadow for beta-ing! Sorry I forgot to add this when posting half-asleep this morning. *sheepish*)

Let's dance! )
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
Author’s Note: Is an A/U from the current lj RP that includes Wingblade. Blackstar, Strata, and Photon are property of [livejournal.com profile] ravynfyre. Steadfast is property of [livejournal.com profile] ravenclaw_devi. All are used with permission. [livejournal.com profile] ravynfyre has posted a companion piece to it on her journal: Espiritus.

While the rest of the planet was panicking over the thing that had destroyed the moons then parked itself in Cybertron’s orbit, one Seeker-cadet remains firmly locked in her quarters, oblivious to everything going on outside of them. It didn’t matter to Wingblade. Not since she had heard the news that Skywarp and Thundercracker had died. Her parents… She couldn’t even work up the will to go through the Nexus portals to see her mama and sisters…

She curled up into a tighter ball. They had to have known. It all made sense now. Steadfast had used the past tense when calling Daddy her mate… And she had gotten so upset over just thinking about Fathy… No wonder Mama had yelled at her. And if she knew, then surely Strata and Photon did too. How could they not have told her? Why didn’t they tell her?

She had no idea how long she had been there. She had turned her chronometer and radio off, wanting to waste away. But, out of nowhere, she was hit by the sudden need to get out, to fly as far away as she possibly could. She didn’t know where it came from, but it had hit her so strongly that she was on her feet before she had even fully processed it. Dazedly, she left her quarters, not even bothering to stop and lock them on the way out. She walked, then jogged, then full-out sprinted towards the exit.

She only noticed the abomination in the space above Cybertron after she had hurled herself into the sky and transformed. And to her shock and horror, it was starting to transform! It was moving slowly, as if it hadn’t transformed in a very long time, but only a fool couldn’t have figured out what it was doing. The need to fly away was back, stronger than ever, and she heeded it, trying to fly as fast as she could away.

Her wings were nearly shaking from the force of the wind running over them as she flew, and her engines roared. The thing had finished its transformation and now one monstrous hand was coming down, right on top of her! Everything seemed to slow down as she could only watch the oncoming doom through her scanners. It was going to crush her!

It was then that she felt a huge push from behind and she started tumbling, hitting the surface of the planet. From behind her she heard the crashing, shrieking sounds of crumpling metal, as if Cybertron itself were crying out in pain. She risked a glance back with her scanners, and saw that the awful claw had gouged into the area not half a body length behind her. It had gone through several layers just as a full-powered laser scalpel went through foam.

Wingblade transformed and stared at it, even as the hand started to lift. Air cycled through her systems too fast to cool them and she made a choked noise. It was then that she felt another push, and though she couldn’t find the source of it, she didn’t question it. She threw herself up and transformed again, fleeing the nightmare in the sky.

It was several megacycles before she finally landed again, nearly out of fuel. She didn’t know what had happened. She didn’t know what had pushed her, what had happened to the monster, what to do. She just laid there, sprawled on the ground in robot mode, giving great, shuddering gasps that made her wings tremble.

All too soon she felt the same unseen presence nudging her. It wasn’t the large pushes from before, but was no less insistent. Slowly she pushed herself up and started moving in the direction of the touches in an awkward half-crawl. There. There, in a shabby storage container were a few cubes of energon. Wingblade pulled them out and began to drink, slow at first, but then faster, as if she couldn’t refuel herself fast enough. She grabbed the last cube and looked at it. She had already started rerouting to a spare tank half a cube ago, and it didn’t seem right to drink this one. She set the cube in front of her, an offering to her unseen help.

Wingblade pulled her knees up as close to her chest as they would go and wrapped her arms around them. What would she do know? Her parents were destroyed, the Academy was destroyed. As far as she knew, all the Decepticons in the universe were destroyed. Her frame rattled as horrible thoughts began to run through her processor. Then suddenly those thoughts fled as phantom arms wrapped around her, holding her. She did her best to choke back a sob and let herself be held. It was too much, too fast. She remained there for several cycles, unmoving except for the tremors running through her frame.

Go. Go find Steadfast. Go find Strata and Photon. They’ll take care of you. Wingblade didn’t flinch at the voice suddenly appearing in her head. Instinctively she knew it was the same person that was holding her. It was familiar, and that was a comfort. It wasn’t one of her parents, but she had heard it before all the same. Go.

Wingblade nodded and slowly stood up. She then flew up into the air and searched for one of the portals to the Nexus. There was nothing left for her here, but she could join her Mama and sisters. That would have to be enough.
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
"Everyone halt!" Stormwing glared around at his class. The seekers, all still fresh from the factory in his optics, stopped their training exercises and started to fly over to him. He glanced around, the corners of his mouth tugging down, his fingers tapping on his arm. Once they were all hovering in front of him, he turned and activated the holovid imbedded in the wall.

"—news. Unfortunately, a battle led by Lord Megatron did not go as planned. A large blow was dealt to the Autobots, but we did not go unscathed.

"Elite Decepticons attacked the major Autobot base on the alien resource world Earth. Early reports indicate large Autobot losses, including the deaths of Optimus Prime and many of his command officers.

"However, our side also lost a large number of our Elite. First and foremost, Lord Megatron was destroyed in a fight to the death with the Autobot Prime. Also destroyed are Skywarp, Thundercracker, the Insecticons..."

Stormwing didn’t notice as one of the students—a blue and purple one with an unusual alternate form—fled the room.
flyby_fanfics: (Speed)
Avatar drabble written for [livejournal.com profile] niteflite. Avatar: The Last Airbender is owned by Nickelodeon.

Behind the cut! )

Older fic.

Aug. 16th, 2006 05:17 pm
flyby_fanfics: (Robosmut)
Posting this so someone who can't get into the Slash Haven at the Padded Cell can view it.

Vector Prime and Insecticons slash. Beware. Meant as humor to provoke a response from Wayward's Vector Prime. )
flyby_fanfics: (Sideswipe Sacrifice)
Title: Untitled, for now, chapter 1
Fandom: Young Avengers/What If...? #114, Secret Wars: 25 Years Later
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A for this chapter. Later chapters will include a canon m/m pairing.
Pairings: N/A for this chapter.
Summary: It's just another day of heroing for the Young Avengers. That is, until another group of young Avengers shows up that includes people no one's ever heard of before... (WI114 character bios at begining of chapter.)

Fic behind here! )
flyby_fanfics: (Robosmut)
I have a writing meme on my main account here. It's the 28 fics meme, and I'm focusing on Exillion/Exigeyeser from Galaxy Force. Warning: some contain slash.
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
Wingblade crept along the hallways of the War Academy, avoiding the security sensors with the ease of experience. The other students were already in their recharge cycles, but she was on a mission. He would pay.

Class had just let out and there was a small break before the training sessions began. Wingblade was surrounded by her normal group. They had started befriending her after they had seen the teachers be stricter with her than the others in the class. Of course, they had no idea that she was the Sparkling of elites; that she had already received some training before coming to the Academy. Besides, she had received worse criticism from the Air Commander the few times he had witnessed her parents training her.

Wingblade wasn’t particularly attached to anyone in the group, though she acted like she enjoyed their company. Really, she kept them around because they never realized when she was manipulating them, taking her at face value. They would never make it far in the Decepticon ranks with attitudes like theirs, but she could always find a use for them while she was there.

That day another Seeker, older, with his wings splayed wide and cocky, approached her. She quirked an optic ridge at him, holding her ground in the semi-crowded hallway. His smirk was just as egotistical as the losers who thought they were already in the elite forces, but there was an element to it that wasn’t present in her classmates. He had the air of a mech who was used to interfacing with whomever he wanted. “Hey winglet, I just got out of body mechanics class and I thought you could help me
study later.”

Wingblade gave him her most winning smile even though she was fuming inside. Interfacing should only be for someone you trusted, and she would never trust anyone outside of her family. “Oh, I’m sure I’d learn more from slicing you apart than you would. Besides, I wouldn’t want to get on the medtechs’ bad side, would you?” With that she turned and headed for her day’s training. Her ‘friends’ followed, grinning and laughing amongst themselves as if she had told some grand joke. She didn’t feel like laughing, though. A plan was already forming in her mind.

Oh, she had known what he meant by “study”. However, she would never betray her parents by having a fling with a self-important wannabe. She would give him a reason to never suggest it again.

Academy officials were alerted to the fact that not all was well by the commotion in one of the student dormitory halls. One Seeker was shrieking as others laughed at him. His proper purple Decepticon insignias were covered with bright red Autobot ones and a target in the same red was painted on his torso, centering on his sparkport. He kept crying out, “She did this to me! She did it!” but none of the onlookers could tell who he was referring to. Eventually one of the teachers led him off to be taken someplace private to calm down, and to have the red paint removed. Wingblade heard about his reaction when one of her classmates spoke about it at the top of his vocalizer before class. Nobody noticed the self-satisfied smirk on her face that was so reminiscent of Skywarp’s.

The officials tried to find evidence of who did it, but were unsuccessful. They managed to get Wingblade’s name from the Seeker after he had calmed down. However, none of them wanted to risk the ire of the second and third highest ranking fliers in the whole Decepticon army. No, they would wait for proof before convicting Wingblade.


Mar. 22nd, 2006 02:10 am
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
After much wrangling, I FINALLY got a table set up for [livejournal.com profile] fanchar100! [livejournal.com profile] aubby tried to e-mail it to me several times and I never recieved any of the e-mails. So I turned to [livejournal.com profile] tirya56, since we're doing the same challenge set. She tried to e-mail me the code for the table, and I never recieved the e-mail. So I suggested she c/p it to a txt file and transfer it to me over IM, and she tries that, but when I try out the code she gave me, it shows up as html code on the stuff I tried to post it with. Then she sends me another file with it as html coding instead, and it finally works!! Yay!!

So now, I have a viable, working table in my user info section, for all to see. ^_^ I put it there rather than a post because I didn't want it becoming bogged down and lost amongst all the other posts I'll eventually be making on this journal.

In good news, I've finished the rough draft for the next fic for here and having it beta'd before I do the second draft. Also, I've gotten the very begining of a third fic done. Devi? Steadfast somehow got herself roped into the fic. Don't ask me how, I got no idea.
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
Two jets streaked through the air, pulling off stunt maneuvers that should have left them in smoldering wrecks on the ground. Instead, they laughed and plowed right into the next movement.

Wingblade laughed and swooped around her Daddy, causing him to pull up to avoid her. In retaliation he moved ahead of her, lining up so that she’d be in the turbulence of his wake. The F/A-22 squealed and banked hard to break free, then went into a barrel roll gleefully.

It was then that the young jet noticed that the ground below them had turned white. “Oh, Daddy! Look! Why’s it all white?”

Skywarp looked down and saw what she was talking about. “It’s snow. C’mon!”

“Snow?” she asked as she followed him down. They transformed as they landed, their feet making slight crunching noises.

“Yep. Small bits of crystallized water.” Skywarp grinned as his daughter picked some of the white powder curiously and examined it. She began packing down the bit in her hand experimentally. It easily formed a ball of sorts, but when she tried to remold it to something else it just cracked apart.

Seeing her distracted, Skywarp smirked and scooped up some snow himself.

Wingblade let out a startled yelp when something cold hit her shoulder, spraying back onto her intake and wing. She quickly looked up at Skywarp and tossed the snow in her hand back at him.

“Oh, that means war!” the black Seeker called out playfully. Soon the two were play-wrestling, trying to shove snow in each others’ faces and laughing. Skywarp smirked as he pinned down the Seekerling.

“Daddy! Lemme up!” Wingblade protested, laughing. She squirmed, trying to wriggle her way out. Skywarp laughed and shoved a large snowball in her face before climbing off of her. She sputtered and giggled, scraping the snow off of her face before she clambered up as well. Once upright, though, she began to sway tiredly.

Skywarp noticed this and touched her shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

“Okay Daddy,” was the sleepy reply and the two transformed and took off, two streaks heading for Decepticon HQ.
flyby_fanfics: (Wingblade!)
I'm planning on doing the [livejournal.com profile] fanchar100 challenge using my character Wingblade ([livejournal.com profile] prankster_femme), so until my claim's accepted, I'm gonna post her bio here, then c/p it to the community once it's accepted.

Bio behind here! )
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