< Transformers > Becoming a con
Title: Becoming a con
Prompt: 044. By My Side
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PGish
Series: TFA-AU sort of thing?
Characters: Mirage, Swindle
Warnings: Ummm, none really~
Summary: “Think about it. Think about how great we could be.”
Author's Notes:
You know those bunnies that just eat at your brain and won't go away no matter how hard you try? This is definitely one of those. I blame the oh so wonderful cloud_sama for getting me hooked on this pairing; actually, more specifically, I blame her Mirage-muse for putting the moves on my Swindle-muse which spawned this whole little obsession of mine. X3
The 'verse is..something. I dunno. I adore TFA-Swindle so I definitely portray him as his TFA version but it's no the TFA universe specifically...so...just..really AU. xD Mixed 'verses! That works!
But anyway, I hope you enjoy and please, if you don't agree with my use of terminology, please keep those comments to your self. My decision to use the terminology is just that: Mine.
Thanks and enjoy!
“You and I would make a fantastic team, you know that?”
“Oh now doesn't that sound tempting.”
Swindle's lip components curved into a smirk as he stared down at the blue and white mech that he had trapped, purple optics narrowed to thin slits as mirth danced about on his faceplate. Said mech below him returned the look with a glare, Mirage jerking his arms a bit as he tried to break out of the cuffs that had been snapped onto his wrists but it was no use; whatever they were, they were strong. Swindle had obviously gotten only the best as usual.
“It is tempting, if you think about it,” the con-bot mused, waving a servo some as he gave Mirage a sly sort of look now. “I mean, think about it. You, the greatest spy to ever grace Cybertron and me, the best con there is. Think about the things we could accomplish!” Sliding down off his perch the con-bot straightened up then moved over to his captive, reaching out to curl his digits around Mirage's chin and lift it as he leaned in so they were almost nose to nose. “Plus, you're a very pretty mech and I like pretty things. I like interesting things and you are very interesting,” he said in almost a purr, amused by the way Mirage's expression jumped from one thing to another as he glared at the other bot, though it wasn't quite as harsh as before.
Obviously he was thinking.
“We could have anything we wanted,” Swindle pushed on, voice dropping some as the purr quality stayed and it became almost silky in a way. “You could forget about this whole war and just worry about what you wanted. No sides to worry about--”
“Funny considering the symbol you bear,” Mirage interrupted, glaring harshly again as he motioned this his optics to the Decepticon marking on Swindle's chest. The con chuckled, pulling back just a touch as he ran the digits of his opposite servo over the marking.
“Oh this? Just because I wear this doesn't mean I align myself with the Decepticons.” The blue and white mech looked ready to interrupt but Swindle held up a servo, motioning for him to listen as his smirk widened. “Think about it, Mirage. The Decepticons will shoot first and ask questions later if you bear an Autobot symbol. But if you wear the mark of a Decepticon...the Autobots will take you captive, give you rights. You don't have to worry about being slagged.”
A look of understanding flickered across Mirage's faceplate.
“..That's...actually rather brilliant,” he murmured, looking almost impressed now.
“Oh I thought so,” Swindle mused with a wink, leaning in again as he stroked his other servo along the side of Mirage's helm. “Come on, Mirage. What do you have to lose? Everyone knows that you never wanted to be apart of this war; you never wanted to fight. So don't. Come with me and I promise you that you'll be rich again, richer than before even.”
Someone had done their homework.
Mirage's optics flickered some, the mech glancing away as his processor ran a mile a minute, trying to find some flaw in the logic that the con was using, trying to find a reason but he couldn't. He couldn't think of anything that would actually keep him where he was now. What was he fighting for other than to survive? All he wanted was to go back to Cybertron and be the bot he use to be; rich, well known, important. It didn't matter to him who was in control; not really at least. There were pros and cons to each side but as long as he had what he wanted...
Snapping out of his thoughts, gold optics locked with purple as he tilted his head just a touch, lip components twitching into a ghost of a smirk.
“Alright.”
“Perfect,” Swindle said as his optics lit up, the con reaching back to undo the cuffs, lip components brushing Mirage's audio. “You won't regret this.”
“I should hope not. You have quite the promise to keep.” The con chuckled, stepping back to allow Mirage room to get up.
“Oh and I intend to keep it,” he replied as his optics swept over the blue and white mech-- his new partner-- before locking gazes once more. “Don't you worry about that.”
Prompt: 044. By My Side
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PGish
Series: TFA-AU sort of thing?
Characters: Mirage, Swindle
Warnings: Ummm, none really~
Summary: “Think about it. Think about how great we could be.”
Author's Notes:
You know those bunnies that just eat at your brain and won't go away no matter how hard you try? This is definitely one of those. I blame the oh so wonderful cloud_sama for getting me hooked on this pairing; actually, more specifically, I blame her Mirage-muse for putting the moves on my Swindle-muse which spawned this whole little obsession of mine. X3
The 'verse is..something. I dunno. I adore TFA-Swindle so I definitely portray him as his TFA version but it's no the TFA universe specifically...so...just..really AU. xD Mixed 'verses! That works!
But anyway, I hope you enjoy and please, if you don't agree with my use of terminology, please keep those comments to your self. My decision to use the terminology is just that: Mine.
Thanks and enjoy!
“You and I would make a fantastic team, you know that?”
“Oh now doesn't that sound tempting.”
Swindle's lip components curved into a smirk as he stared down at the blue and white mech that he had trapped, purple optics narrowed to thin slits as mirth danced about on his faceplate. Said mech below him returned the look with a glare, Mirage jerking his arms a bit as he tried to break out of the cuffs that had been snapped onto his wrists but it was no use; whatever they were, they were strong. Swindle had obviously gotten only the best as usual.
“It is tempting, if you think about it,” the con-bot mused, waving a servo some as he gave Mirage a sly sort of look now. “I mean, think about it. You, the greatest spy to ever grace Cybertron and me, the best con there is. Think about the things we could accomplish!” Sliding down off his perch the con-bot straightened up then moved over to his captive, reaching out to curl his digits around Mirage's chin and lift it as he leaned in so they were almost nose to nose. “Plus, you're a very pretty mech and I like pretty things. I like interesting things and you are very interesting,” he said in almost a purr, amused by the way Mirage's expression jumped from one thing to another as he glared at the other bot, though it wasn't quite as harsh as before.
Obviously he was thinking.
“We could have anything we wanted,” Swindle pushed on, voice dropping some as the purr quality stayed and it became almost silky in a way. “You could forget about this whole war and just worry about what you wanted. No sides to worry about--”
“Funny considering the symbol you bear,” Mirage interrupted, glaring harshly again as he motioned this his optics to the Decepticon marking on Swindle's chest. The con chuckled, pulling back just a touch as he ran the digits of his opposite servo over the marking.
“Oh this? Just because I wear this doesn't mean I align myself with the Decepticons.” The blue and white mech looked ready to interrupt but Swindle held up a servo, motioning for him to listen as his smirk widened. “Think about it, Mirage. The Decepticons will shoot first and ask questions later if you bear an Autobot symbol. But if you wear the mark of a Decepticon...the Autobots will take you captive, give you rights. You don't have to worry about being slagged.”
A look of understanding flickered across Mirage's faceplate.
“..That's...actually rather brilliant,” he murmured, looking almost impressed now.
“Oh I thought so,” Swindle mused with a wink, leaning in again as he stroked his other servo along the side of Mirage's helm. “Come on, Mirage. What do you have to lose? Everyone knows that you never wanted to be apart of this war; you never wanted to fight. So don't. Come with me and I promise you that you'll be rich again, richer than before even.”
Someone had done their homework.
Mirage's optics flickered some, the mech glancing away as his processor ran a mile a minute, trying to find some flaw in the logic that the con was using, trying to find a reason but he couldn't. He couldn't think of anything that would actually keep him where he was now. What was he fighting for other than to survive? All he wanted was to go back to Cybertron and be the bot he use to be; rich, well known, important. It didn't matter to him who was in control; not really at least. There were pros and cons to each side but as long as he had what he wanted...
Snapping out of his thoughts, gold optics locked with purple as he tilted his head just a touch, lip components twitching into a ghost of a smirk.
“Alright.”
“Perfect,” Swindle said as his optics lit up, the con reaching back to undo the cuffs, lip components brushing Mirage's audio. “You won't regret this.”
“I should hope not. You have quite the promise to keep.” The con chuckled, stepping back to allow Mirage room to get up.
“Oh and I intend to keep it,” he replied as his optics swept over the blue and white mech-- his new partner-- before locking gazes once more. “Don't you worry about that.”