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[korolevskiy-sekret]

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{1} confession

Fandom: Hamatora  Word count: 273

I'm trying to work my way up to longer sustained pieces so I'm doing this 10 themes challenge thing and working my way bottom up//laug hs 

a confession:

To be honest, he wasn't sure when it started. One thing had simply led to another, from merely observing, to plotting to saving those poor poor people. He hadn't really thought about it when he was doing it - it was simply the right thing to do, he, the harbinger of a new world, showing them all the beauty that was to come.

Now though, it all was said and done, and he had nothing but himself, no more tricks and plans up his blood-soaked sleeves, he searched himself for a hint of having wanted to tread down a different path, of any of those feeling that shackled the weak -

and found that he did not.

Not one bit of regret, as he is lying on broken wood, rain pattering down and darkening the white tablecloths. Not one bit, as he stands before Nice, not one bit as he feels the now familiar taste of red copper in his mouth, gushing out, his body unable to sustain itself any longer. He knows that it'll be a slow and painful death, as the miracles that he holds eats him up from the inside out.

When he sees that dead bodies, the ghosts that stand with detective at the door, he still does not regret, because they had wasted their powers, using them for pitiful ends - better to give this power to someone who would actually change the world to their whims.

And when he is shot -

well. There wasn't much time to think but -

maybe he regretted not being more thorough when he had disposed of the inspector.

[oocmarble]

I sorry to say that my otp is now DeathxSaffron In that order...

[cataradical]

Ambulon x First Aid, Pharma x Ambulon, Whirl x Ambulon, Ambulon x Fort Max

"So, that Ambulon guy - haha, what a terrible name - you think he’s pluggin’ anyone?"

Skids coughed into his energon. Looked up at Swerve with both surprise and confusion. “Am… The new medic?”

"Yeah!" Swerve replied, cleaning out a glass. "Think he’s ‘facin’ with anyone on the ship?"

Skids pursed his lips. “That’s—”

"Course he is!" Tailgate chimed in, hopping up on a stool. "Him and First Aid!"

"Oh?" The bartender snickered. "Why d’ya think that?"

"They’re pretty good friends, you know. Even if they don’t show it much. But I’ve caught ‘em talking and laughing a few times strolling by the medbay. The kind of talk shared between good buddies," Tailgate explained.

"Yeah, but that doesn’t prove anything beyond the fact they’re friends," Skids added.

"Ah, but you see," the blue and white minibot giggled, "they didn’t think I saw them, but when I was on my way here, running an errand for Cyclonus, I passed the Outlook." He pointed to the platform looking over the bar above, dimmed with pale light and shadows. "I saw them up there, standing real close. I mean, reaaaal close. And First Aid had his hand on Ambulon’s and I think they were sharing a cube!"

Swerve laughed. “Medics stick with medics, huh?” He finished cleaning the glass; filled it with the usual and placed it on the bar in front of Tailgate. “Wonder what interfacin’ with Aid’s like? Bet it’s all body worship and slow and sensual-like, cause medics and anatomy and all. But… I mean, Aid’s all about the Wreckers, I thought. Maybe sometimes he accidentally calls out, like, Springer or Perceptor’s name or somethin’.”

"Whirl’s?" Skids supplied.

Swerve shuddered. “… Wait,” he said, and half-grinned wickedly, “what if Ambulon was sleepin’ with Whirl?”

Tailgate and Skids laughed.

"No, I’m serious!" Swerve whined. "I’ve seen ‘em hang out together here. Have a drink. Well, mostly Whirl. I dunno what they talk about, but it seems they’re on good terms. And, let’s face it, most people need a really good reason to socialize and tolerate Whirl. ‘Sides me - I think he’s funny."

Skids cocked an optic ridge. “So you think Ambulon only tolerates Whirl because the sex is great?” He shook his head. “I dunno…”

"Whirl seems like the rough type," Tailgate murmured, a little embarrassed. "He’s probably violent in the berth."

"Maybe Ambulon likes that? Maybe he’s a masochist!" Swerve suggested. He put on a very stoic face, imitating Ambulon; voice low, he said, “‘Come on, Whirl. Smack me. Smack me so hard. Yeah, I like the pain. Hnn, that’s—’"

"Please stop!" Tailgate whined, hands on his audiols. "That’s just too creepy!"

"From what I know and heard of Pharma, you gotta be some sort of masochist to work under him," Swerve snickered. He poked Skids’s drink. "Maybe Pharma had a kink we didn’t know about. He hated Decepticons, right? Yet he hired a former ‘Con…"

"Former being the keyword."

Tailgate shrugged. “Maybe he just needed the help?”

"Yeah, right!" Swerve laughed. "I wonder if Pharma berated Ambulon a lot when they ‘faced. I bet he was all about control and being the dominant one or whatever. Probably held Ambulon down real hard, yelled at him as he—"

Skids huffed.

Swerve looked to his blue friend. “Oh? Got somethin’ to say?”

"No."

"Why don’t you tell us who you think Ambulon’s fragging, then," Swerve grunted.

Skids was quiet for a moment, gaze drifting off to the side. Swerve and Tailgate followed it before— “Max!?” Swerve squawked, pointing to the ex-warden three tables down. “Fortress Maximus!? You really think they—”

"I dunno," Skids scowled and took another drink. "It just… When they’re together, they’ve got this… I don’t know how to explain it. But also, isn’t Ambulon Max’s primary physician?"

"It trades off between medics, I thought?"

"Well, the only times I’ve seen Max in the medbay, Ambulon has been the one treating him," Skids explained.

Tailgate chuckled. “I can see it. I dunno, I think it’d be… cute. Real nice. I think someone like Max would take it slowly. They probably do a lot of cuddling.”

Swerve cackled. “Primus, that sounds ridiculous!”

Skids shrugged. “Who knows. Maybe Ambulon’s completely celibate?”

Swerve and Tailgate exchanged thoughtful looks. “Yeah,” they agreed, and went back to drinking.

Little did they know, Ambulon slept and had slept with all four.

[piyo-13]

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[mako--taichou]

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Send me Spin || 14th person gets :: A DATE

{♣} || Oh... this is such a development. A day with the blond... Somehow he knows he will have fun but there's also 98% probability that the date would involve haunted houses or The Conjuring or Texas Chainsaw Massacre... Except if Nagisa's possesed by a kind-er spirit.

"Anou..." He sighed and bowed reluctantly. "Take care of me, onegaishimasu." Not scare him shitless and all that nasty jazz.

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SCARIEST PART OF THE MOVIE WERE ALMOST OUT OF POPCORN NOOOOO

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oh god OH GOD IT'S DARK AND NIGHTIME THAT MEANS SOMETHINGS GONNA HAPPEN RIGHT???

GOD IV'E NEVER WATCHED HORROR MOVIES BEFORE CAN YOU TELL