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Day 1, camping: Flump roast
Spinkrokcrum, Fulcrum centric, Fluff, 800 words, flashfic 3 hours summary: they roast marshmallows!!!!!!!!
âThink Iâm gonna start the fire now.â Spinster announces as he takes aim at the scavenged, oil drenched, carcass in front of them.Â
âOkay justâtry not to let it ricochet into us this time?â Fulcrum groans, shielding himself behind Spinister. Once upon a time, the fire of Spinisterâs barrel mightâve given him a jump or a flinchâby now heâs pretty immune.Â
Sitting back down by the absurdly green âfireâ, he lets Spinister take the space beside himâŠthe 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 campâhow ironic. For the past few deca-cycles Fulcrumâs spark has been harboring an annoying yammer about the medic and tacticianâitâs become increasingly more difficult to ignore as heâs frequently being put into situationsâŠSituations, often ending up with the three of themââalone. 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. Itâs a suspicious choice as there is plenty of space on other junk heaps to sit around the--now--slightly rancid smelling fireâŠthereâs the other side of Spinister! But he chooses to sitâcrampedâon the same junk pile. Fulcrum could try to believe itâs cozy, but his overactive spark is making it a mental struggle.Â
âHow was setting up?â Krok asks as he pulls out a container ofâŠsomething soft?Â
âSpin found an autobot graveyard of some sort so we kind of justâŠused that as fuel for the fire. Most of the corpses were dried out, but weâŠâ Fulcrum trails off as he can feel the pair's optics trained on him; he clears his vocalizer, but is interrupted by the copter.
âPicked emâ clean, nothing too usefulâjust some blaster charges and trinkets. Made a good fire though.âÂ
Fulcrum snorts in response, nodding, âClearly.â
Krok shifts, knee plating bumping into Fulcrumâs, the technicianâs plating chaffing Spinisterâs like an ill fated domino effect. Fulcrum curls into himself before warbling out âWhatâŠwere you up to today?âÂ
âYeahâand whatâs that?â Spinister adds, pointing across Fulcrum, oblivious to the crushing proximity heâs 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.Â
âWoahhh!!! Energon flumpsâŠ.Howâd you find this, Krok?â 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.
âThey had althar minerals at the last trade post so I melted them downâI thought we could all enjoy a rare treat.âÂ
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 Krokâs pleasantly affectionate mood and Spinisterâs excited shuffling he canât be upset, and heâs maaaaybe reminded of how he ended up liking them in the first place; he smiles warmly, staring down at the confections.Â
âYou know, Iâve never had one of these orâŠeven seen one really. Thanks Krok, this isâŠnice.âÂ
Thereâs a second of quiet staring, only the crackle of the fire audible before itâs broken by a wide opticed Spinister.
âReally? Never?âÂ
âI was forged during the war soâŠI never really got the opportunity to try confectionsâunless I made them myself.âÂ
âI figured so,â Krok vented, âBut now you can. We can roast these flumps together.âÂ
âWait, you ROAST them??? Didnât you say you melted them down? How does that work?!âÂ
Fulcrum is interrupted by a wet stabbing noise. He turns, exasperated by Spinister stabbing the flump with his rotor bladeâŠand 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.Â
âLike this.â 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 feelsâŠhappy. He likes this he realizes, he like this close, intimate, enviornmentâhe 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 theseâŠa fragility almost. And he feels settled in Spinisterâs guiding handâŠhe 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 Fulcrumâs disgust (the fire is made out of decayed body parts for frags sake.) and Crankcase complaining about the engine configurations. But it doesnât diminish the warmth in Fulcrumâs spark, it only grows as the group huddles together, flumps roasting and chatter filling up the night. next
I will draw this eventually, once my back no longer hurts. Good on Crankcase for bagging himself a semi-put together individual.

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âMine.â
(Not-So) Fated Encounter
Rating: T Pairing: Krok/Spinister Characters: Krok, Spinister Continuity: IDW
âHey.â
The Monoformerâs optics flittered open, first looking down at his legs. The lower halves had been ripped off, draining quickly of energon, as was his left arm. It was only when he felt a hand attempt to lift his head up that he did so. A rather large helicopter for what was seemingly a low ranking con met his gaze, tilting his head. âAre you okay?â
fulcrum/misfire, spinister/krok, metalhawk/bumblebee, brainstorm/happiness
fulcrum/misfire: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
nonono is a little harsh but itâs my closest option here. part of it is that i donât tend to multi-ship, and iâm already busy shipping fulcrum/krok
spinister/krok: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
same deal as fulcrum/misfire
metalhawk/bumblebee: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
man i hadnât thought about it and itâs been a really long time since iâve read exRID?? so idk
brainstorm/happiness: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
HE DESERVES HAPPINESS