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caiusbackupTitle: Dancing in the Streets
Continuity: Transformers G1 Cartoon, post-series (set in 2011)
Pairing: Tracks/Raoul
Rating/Category: PG
Word Count: c. 500
Summary: Same-sex marriage is finally legal in New York! Raoul and Tracks celebrate.
Notes: There's a big comment fic meme in honor of the New York same-sex marriage bill. It occurred to me that there were at least two characters in my fandom who might care in more than an abstract sense! And I didn't feel up to navigating a multi-page multi-fandom comment fic meme, so I just wrote it and am posting it here instead. Also, this is my first time writing these two; if I messed up anything with them or with the real life event, do feel free to let me know.
It'd been a damn long time since Raoul had danced in the streets, but, hey! He wasn't gonna pass up a good chance!
Even if his back wasn't quite what it was used to. Ouch! He was gonna regret it in the morning, but it's not every day gay marriage gets passed in New York! Raoul spun around on one hand, maybe not quite as good as 25 years ago, but pretty damn good, and--whoa! That was a very familiar shade of blue!
"Hey! It's my main machine!"
Tracks drove slowly through the crowd, preening at the catcalls and enduring the touches to his paint. "Is that you, Raoul?"
"Who else?" Raoul flipped up over the crowd, surfing it for a moment and landing not-quite-perfectly on Tracks' hood. Ouch.
"Stop scratching the finish and get in." There was an edge of anxiety to Tracks' tone, but neither of them was going to mention that Raoul wasn't as young as he used to be. Certainly not Tracks.
"Whoa, what's the urgency? You've got a whole month to get me to the altar...!" Raoul teased and vaulted into Tracks' passenger seat.
Tracks' engine went silent for a second. Shit, Tracks didn't really wanna...? The door slid closed and the moment seemed to be over. Certainly there was no time for any intimate revelations as Tracks tried to argue them enough room to take off.
Both of them got into yelling good-natured insults and congratulations and fending off hitchhikers; finally Tracks did yell, "We're late for the wedding!"
"You've had seven years, Masshole!" someone yelled back, but they got the space they needed and Raoul laughed and lost himself for a moment or two in the sheer joy of flying with Tracks. It was like being sixteen again.
Then Raoul stopped, and there was an awkward silence. "Great day, isn't it?" he said. "I wonder if Poplock's proposed yet."
"Who would ever marry someone named Poplock?" Tracks said, almost indifferently.
Raoul shrugged. Poplock's boyfriend called him Paul, but what was the fun in that? "Sounds like one of your names. Who'd marry someone named 'Tracks'?"
"We don't do that, Raoul." Tracks banked and looped around some high-rise apartments. No one actually noticed, but he liked to pretend they did. "And even if we did, it's not like we're bound by New York state law."
"Obviously not. Your license and registration is way out of date." Raoul stroked the dashboard; Tracks' engine purred. "Will you marry me?" It wasn't a joke. But he would pretend it was, if he had to.
"Not in that jacket I won't." Tracks said.
"Dummy." Raoul slapped him lightly. "I'm not going to wear this thing to my wedding! Not gonna wear a white dress, either, though."
"You'd look dreadful in a white dress. Maybe a nice red and blue..."
"There are more colors out there than red and blue, you know! We should have you painted for the occasion. Maybe a nice orange..."
"Orange?!" Tracks stopped midair and dropped them several yards in his outrage.
Raoul laughed. "I love you too, Tracks."
Tracks' engine growled in a playful threat. "I will obtain for you an acceptable tuxedo, Raoul."
Continuity: Transformers G1 Cartoon, post-series (set in 2011)
Pairing: Tracks/Raoul
Rating/Category: PG
Word Count: c. 500
Summary: Same-sex marriage is finally legal in New York! Raoul and Tracks celebrate.
Notes: There's a big comment fic meme in honor of the New York same-sex marriage bill. It occurred to me that there were at least two characters in my fandom who might care in more than an abstract sense! And I didn't feel up to navigating a multi-page multi-fandom comment fic meme, so I just wrote it and am posting it here instead. Also, this is my first time writing these two; if I messed up anything with them or with the real life event, do feel free to let me know.
It'd been a damn long time since Raoul had danced in the streets, but, hey! He wasn't gonna pass up a good chance!
Even if his back wasn't quite what it was used to. Ouch! He was gonna regret it in the morning, but it's not every day gay marriage gets passed in New York! Raoul spun around on one hand, maybe not quite as good as 25 years ago, but pretty damn good, and--whoa! That was a very familiar shade of blue!
"Hey! It's my main machine!"
Tracks drove slowly through the crowd, preening at the catcalls and enduring the touches to his paint. "Is that you, Raoul?"
"Who else?" Raoul flipped up over the crowd, surfing it for a moment and landing not-quite-perfectly on Tracks' hood. Ouch.
"Stop scratching the finish and get in." There was an edge of anxiety to Tracks' tone, but neither of them was going to mention that Raoul wasn't as young as he used to be. Certainly not Tracks.
"Whoa, what's the urgency? You've got a whole month to get me to the altar...!" Raoul teased and vaulted into Tracks' passenger seat.
Tracks' engine went silent for a second. Shit, Tracks didn't really wanna...? The door slid closed and the moment seemed to be over. Certainly there was no time for any intimate revelations as Tracks tried to argue them enough room to take off.
Both of them got into yelling good-natured insults and congratulations and fending off hitchhikers; finally Tracks did yell, "We're late for the wedding!"
"You've had seven years, Masshole!" someone yelled back, but they got the space they needed and Raoul laughed and lost himself for a moment or two in the sheer joy of flying with Tracks. It was like being sixteen again.
Then Raoul stopped, and there was an awkward silence. "Great day, isn't it?" he said. "I wonder if Poplock's proposed yet."
"Who would ever marry someone named Poplock?" Tracks said, almost indifferently.
Raoul shrugged. Poplock's boyfriend called him Paul, but what was the fun in that? "Sounds like one of your names. Who'd marry someone named 'Tracks'?"
"We don't do that, Raoul." Tracks banked and looped around some high-rise apartments. No one actually noticed, but he liked to pretend they did. "And even if we did, it's not like we're bound by New York state law."
"Obviously not. Your license and registration is way out of date." Raoul stroked the dashboard; Tracks' engine purred. "Will you marry me?" It wasn't a joke. But he would pretend it was, if he had to.
"Not in that jacket I won't." Tracks said.
"Dummy." Raoul slapped him lightly. "I'm not going to wear this thing to my wedding! Not gonna wear a white dress, either, though."
"You'd look dreadful in a white dress. Maybe a nice red and blue..."
"There are more colors out there than red and blue, you know! We should have you painted for the occasion. Maybe a nice orange..."
"Orange?!" Tracks stopped midair and dropped them several yards in his outrage.
Raoul laughed. "I love you too, Tracks."
Tracks' engine growled in a playful threat. "I will obtain for you an acceptable tuxedo, Raoul."
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Date: 2011-06-29 02:22 am (UTC)I love that you went with older!Raoul with this rather than putting him as a teenager in present day (not that it wouldn't have been cute in a different way) but him being a full grown adult but still having that same spirit (dancing!! <3) is awesome. It also says so much about the endurance of his relationship with Tracks which makes me so happy.
It took me a few minutes to remember Poplock was one of his friends from the show, and then I went D'AWWWW all over again.
"Will you marry me?" [...]
"Not in that jacket I won't." Tracks said.
TRACKS, I LOVE YOU. <33
not as much as Raoul does though, clearly.Of course he'll pick out Raoul's tux for their interspecies wedding. Of course. *SO HAPPY* :DDDno subject
Date: 2011-06-29 02:29 am (UTC)I love the image of a fortyish Raoul still breaking in the streets, even if only on special occasions. It had the side-benefit of making marriage a more plausible scenario than it would be with a teenage Raoul!
I totally looked up Raoul's friends from Auto-Bop, and then went with the one that looked gayer. Yay research!
Tracks will pick out Raoul's tux, and Raoul will argue about it endlessly and threaten to pick out Tracks a new paint job. :D
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Date: 2011-06-29 02:27 am (UTC)askfljakl;sfjl;adsjgl;kasdjlkadsgkl;agsl;kjagkls;jakl;kl!
OH THE CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2011-06-29 02:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-29 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-29 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-29 10:03 am (UTC)Their love lasting for decades makes me so happy.
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Date: 2011-06-29 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-03 06:05 am (UTC)I generally hate being reminded that the human characters age, but . . . this is beautiful, and the aging suits.
*is still gonna imagine Raoul with an upgrade sometime in the future, but yeah, this works*
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Date: 2011-07-03 11:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, generally I don't like to think about it either, but I like the idea of forty-ish Raoul in this fic.