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Current mood:	a slave to my muses
Current music:	Higher Than Hope - Nightwish
Entry tags:	fanfic, muses, slash, transformers

I ought to have been working on either springkink or my Year of the Rat fic...
...but I read a fic that promised me Galvatron/Rodimus and then only gave me about a sentence of it, and Galvatron peeked over my shoulder and was like "That's unacceptable!"

And I was like, "Inorite."

And he was like, "You, flesh creature! Write me!"

And I was like, "...argh."

Therefore, don't blame me for this. Blame Galvatron. Untitled ficbit, PG-ish, Galvatron has a Roddy in his bed.

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Though nothing had changed, Galvatron's quarters no longer seemed his own.

It was the Prime's fault, of course. Though he lay dormant in recharge on the berth Galvatron himself rarely used, Rodimus blazed with life and power that transmogrified the familiar walls and furniture around him into sharp and unfamiliar shapes. Galvatron narrowed his eyes at them, but no matter how he filtered his vision, they remained stained with the presence of the Autobot.

The effect was on him too - Galvatron held his hands up, watching gold threads play through his fingers, imagined clutching them in his fists and shredding them - but doubted Rodimus would even notice, constantly streaming with that light as he was.

Letting his hands fall, Galvatron followed the light to Rodimus's side. The Prime lay on his back, sprawled without thought or caution to take up the entirety of his enemy's berth. This close up, his light was a tangible thing, making the flame-seal on his chest flicker and shine warmly. Watching him in his trusting stillness, Galvatron felt a growl rising in his throat - enemy, antithesis, one whom I was created to destroy. The echoes of Unicron's geas still lived in him, it seemed. Did Rodimus see darkness shining from Galvatron, as Galvatron saw light? Did he fear it?

Leaning down, Galvatron fit his hand around the Prime's helm and whispered, "You're mine."

Rodimus's mouth flickered in a soft smile and he curled closer, not even close to waking. Chuckling, Galvatron climbed onto the berth with him, arranging the sleeping Rodimus half on his lap and holding him possessively close. His light, only his.