Advent Fic #2
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seiberwingWell, my last exam is over. All I have to do now is wait around until Tuesday to do my final presentation and then I get to get out of here. I'm considering spending the entire time in bed.
At any rate, I'm trying my hand at this advent fic thing now that I have less to do. I'm going to try to get caught up to everyone else.
Name: Shards of Pain
Fandom: Transformers: Void, which appears to be as good a name as any.
Characters: Rodimus Void, various bits of other people.
Warnings: Very dark themes, psuedosmut.
Rodimus Void slid his fingers into the box of multicolored metal shards, a disturbingly peaceful expression crossing his face as he absorbed the emotions of its previous owner.
Fear betrayal confusion why why Roddy?
“Always knew Arcee was good for something,” he muttered, holding a piece of pink scrap between two fingers. This was one of his earlier pieces, back when the little bauble had been convinced there was still some good in him. She’s gotten rid of that idea fairly quickly. He dropped the shard and lifted a set of dark fingers.
Hate hate kill destroy the twisted thing!
“You’d think Brawl would realize that I’d go after him less if he’d stop being so, mmm, angry.” Void nibbled on the finger for a moment before dropping it back in the box. He shoved his hand into the shards up to his wrist, fingers clenching in ecstasy at the dozens of screams that invaded his mind. Delicious in their agony and fury, every last one of them.
“Old favorites never fail, of course.” He plucked out a piece at random, tasting it with his fingertips.
Pain pain inside me make it stop make it stop please!
“That’ll be the acid.” Void rubbed the shard between his fingers, optics offline. Ah, Scourge, his masterpiece of torment and despair. The tracker was so beaten and broken that he served Void even after he was returned to his own kind. Jetstorm had expressed his doubts over Scourge’s reliability, but Void had no concerns. Scourge was his, forever, and he knew the consequences of disobedience.
Void scooped up the shards, letting the pieces of the tracker fall through his fingers.
Worthless nothing garbage just want to die
No escape nothing nothing but pain
“Oh…” Void rolled his head from side to side. So much anguish, so very very exquisite.
“Nngh. More.” He rolled over groggily and felt about under his berth. His hand came in contact with a sealed container, made of reinforced ceramic instead of metal. Void didn’t believe in sealing away ghosts, but he’d rather not take any risk that this spark might find its way back to him.
“There you are,” the Herald of Unicron purred, slowly opening the container and removing his greatest trophy. He ran his thumb along the curved horns, across the crushed optic sensors and down to the pale lips, still twisted in a snarl.
Rage madness maim destroy kill!
“Oh, yeah…” Void arched up and moaned, clutching the severed head to his chest. No other piece in his collection had this level of emotion inside it. There was even the tiniest bit of fear mingled with the bloodlust, and that made it all the sweeter.
“Yeah. Slag.” The emotions rushed through him, taking him back to that beautiful moment in time and filling him with pleasure.
Destroy destroy rip you apart you cannot defeat me!
And Void added his cries of ecstasy to Galvatron’s final scream.
At any rate, I'm trying my hand at this advent fic thing now that I have less to do. I'm going to try to get caught up to everyone else.
Name: Shards of Pain
Fandom: Transformers: Void, which appears to be as good a name as any.
Characters: Rodimus Void, various bits of other people.
Warnings: Very dark themes, psuedosmut.
Rodimus Void slid his fingers into the box of multicolored metal shards, a disturbingly peaceful expression crossing his face as he absorbed the emotions of its previous owner.
Fear betrayal confusion why why Roddy?
“Always knew Arcee was good for something,” he muttered, holding a piece of pink scrap between two fingers. This was one of his earlier pieces, back when the little bauble had been convinced there was still some good in him. She’s gotten rid of that idea fairly quickly. He dropped the shard and lifted a set of dark fingers.
Hate hate kill destroy the twisted thing!
“You’d think Brawl would realize that I’d go after him less if he’d stop being so, mmm, angry.” Void nibbled on the finger for a moment before dropping it back in the box. He shoved his hand into the shards up to his wrist, fingers clenching in ecstasy at the dozens of screams that invaded his mind. Delicious in their agony and fury, every last one of them.
“Old favorites never fail, of course.” He plucked out a piece at random, tasting it with his fingertips.
Pain pain inside me make it stop make it stop please!
“That’ll be the acid.” Void rubbed the shard between his fingers, optics offline. Ah, Scourge, his masterpiece of torment and despair. The tracker was so beaten and broken that he served Void even after he was returned to his own kind. Jetstorm had expressed his doubts over Scourge’s reliability, but Void had no concerns. Scourge was his, forever, and he knew the consequences of disobedience.
Void scooped up the shards, letting the pieces of the tracker fall through his fingers.
Worthless nothing garbage just want to die
No escape nothing nothing but pain
“Oh…” Void rolled his head from side to side. So much anguish, so very very exquisite.
“Nngh. More.” He rolled over groggily and felt about under his berth. His hand came in contact with a sealed container, made of reinforced ceramic instead of metal. Void didn’t believe in sealing away ghosts, but he’d rather not take any risk that this spark might find its way back to him.
“There you are,” the Herald of Unicron purred, slowly opening the container and removing his greatest trophy. He ran his thumb along the curved horns, across the crushed optic sensors and down to the pale lips, still twisted in a snarl.
Rage madness maim destroy kill!
“Oh, yeah…” Void arched up and moaned, clutching the severed head to his chest. No other piece in his collection had this level of emotion inside it. There was even the tiniest bit of fear mingled with the bloodlust, and that made it all the sweeter.
“Yeah. Slag.” The emotions rushed through him, taking him back to that beautiful moment in time and filling him with pleasure.
Destroy destroy rip you apart you cannot defeat me!
And Void added his cries of ecstasy to Galvatron’s final scream.
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