Day 1, camping: Flump roast
Spinkrokcrum, Fulcrum centric, Fluff, 800 words, flashfic 3 hours
summary: they roast marshmallows!!!!!!!!
āThink Iām gonna start the fire now.ā Spinster announces as he takes aim at the scavenged, oil drenched, carcass in front of them.Ā
āOkay justātry not to let it ricochet into us this time?ā Fulcrum groans, shielding himself behind Spinister. Once upon a time, the fire of Spinisterās barrel mightāve given him a jump or a flinchāby now heās pretty immune.Ā
Sitting back down by the absurdly green āfireā, he lets Spinister take the space beside himā¦the side that may or may not have a face plate melting as fuel. Misfire and Grimlock are still off scavenging while Crankcase continues working on some engine repairs, leaving Fulcrum Spinister and Krok to set up campāhow ironic. For the past few deca-cycles Fulcrumās spark has been harboring an annoying yammer about the medic and tacticianāitās become increasingly more difficult to ignore as heās frequently being put into situationsā¦Situations, often ending up with the three of themāāalone. He finds himself in this predicament once again as Krok re-appears from the entrance of the W.A.P, briskly walking up to the pair and seating himself on the other side of Fulcrum. Itās a suspicious choice as there is plenty of space on other junk heaps to sit around the--now--slightly rancid smelling fireā¦thereās the other side of Spinister! But he chooses to sitācrampedāon the same junk pile. Fulcrum could try to believe itās cozy, but his overactive spark is making it a mental struggle.Ā
āHow was setting up?ā Krok asks as he pulls out a container ofā¦something soft?Ā
āSpin found an autobot graveyard of some sort so we kind of justā¦used that as fuel for the fire. Most of the corpses were dried out, but weā¦ā Fulcrum trails off as he can feel the pair's optics trained on him; he clears his vocalizer, but is interrupted by the copter.
āPicked emā clean, nothing too usefulājust some blaster charges and trinkets. Made a good fire though.āĀ
Fulcrum snorts in response, nodding, āClearly.ā
Krok shifts, knee plating bumping into Fulcrumās, the technicianās plating chaffing Spinisterās like an ill fated domino effect. Fulcrum curls into himself before warbling out āWhatā¦were you up to today?āĀ
āYeahāand whatās that?ā Spinister adds, pointing across Fulcrum, oblivious to the crushing proximity heās cursing the triad to.
Krok chuckles affectionately before passing the container to Fulcrum, Spinister looming over him to get a look. It looks soft, squishy, smells creamy, and is sliced into twelve squares; Fulcrum had never seen it before, but a dawn of realization seems to hit his medical companion.Ā
āWoahhh!!! Energon flumpsā¦.Howād you find this, Krok?ā Spinster hums, picking one up to observe. Krok shifts to lean in more; Fulcrum does his best to try and inconspicuously expel the steam trapped in his frame.
āThey had althar minerals at the last trade post so I melted them downāI thought we could all enjoy a rare treat.āĀ
The idea of Krok baking (if you could call it that) is an odd one, but the mirth in his optics is spark striking and maybe Fulcrum does feel a little bit cozy. Between Krokās pleasantly affectionate mood and Spinisterās excited shuffling he canāt be upset, and heās maaaaybe reminded of how he ended up liking them in the first place; he smiles warmly, staring down at the confections.Ā
āYou know, Iāve never had one of these orā¦even seen one really. Thanks Krok, this isā¦nice.āĀ
Thereās a second of quiet staring, only the crackle of the fire audible before itās broken by a wide opticed Spinister.
āI was forged during the war soā¦I never really got the opportunity to try confectionsāunless I made them myself.āĀ
āI figured so,ā Krok vented, āBut now you can. We can roast these flumps together.āĀ
āWait, you ROAST them??? Didnāt you say you melted them down? How does that work?!āĀ
Fulcrum is interrupted by a wet stabbing noise. He turns, exasperated by Spinister stabbing the flump with his rotor bladeā¦and kind of disgusted? Before being handed the blade, Spinster holding the back of his servo as if to guide him in the most embarrassingly personal way possible.Ā
āLike this.ā the copter answers, guiding the flump to hover above the fire. Fulcrum watches, the copter helping him roast it as it starts turning golden in color and he feelsā¦happy. He likes this he realizes, he like this close, intimate, enviornmentāhe likes spending time like this with Krok and Spinister. His optics flit over to Krok, whose gaze holds a rare tenderness reserved for moments like theseā¦a fragility almost. And he feels settled in Spinisterās guiding handā¦he wants to be here, he decides, relaxing.
The moment is soon over by the entrance of Grimlock and Misfire who opts to set his flump on fire to Fulcrumās disgust (the fire is made out of decayed body parts for frags sake.) and Crankcase complaining about the engine configurations. But it doesnāt diminish the warmth in Fulcrumās spark, it only grows as the group huddles together, flumps roasting and chatter filling up the night.
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