Fic: Hidden Love
Title: Hidden Love
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, appearances by Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Tracks
Summary: One hundred (eventual) drabbles dedicated to the couple Hound/Mirage.
Warnings: Some robot molesting in one of the drabbles.
31. Flowers
Hound couldn’t help the curiosity of Mirage’s behavior of the last few days. Mirage had been seen coming and going from Sunstreaker’s quarters for reasons unknown, but he knew enough to ignore claims that Mirage might be messing around on him. He trusted Mirage, and Mirage would be better at hiding a secret relationship anyway.
He got his answer walking into their quarters one day. Sitting on their berth-side desk, beside a nervous Mirage, was a delicate glass sculpture of colorful flowers, glimmering in the lighting. Hound sat beside Mirage, admiring them before turning and giving Mirage a gracious kiss.
32. Night
Hound turned over on the berth as he felt someone lay down behind him. He smiled as he took in the tired form of his mate. He reached over, wrapping an arm around Mirage’s waist and pulling him close.
“Sorry for waking you,” Mirage mumbled against Hound, sounding as exhausted as he looked.
“Worse ways to be woken up than by a lovely mech getting into the berth with you,” Hound teased.
Mirage laughed softly. “If you say so.”
Hound chuckled himself. “I know so.” He started gently stroking Mirage’s hip until the spy succumbed to stasis.
33. Expectations
When he was young, Hound had thought if he ever found a bond mate they would be an honest working class mech or femme like him. He’d even met a few like that in his life that he thought he’d had a future with.
He’d always seen the Towers bred as pretty, frivolous, and somewhat shallow. They weren’t bad, just not the sort he’d ever want to be with even if one happened to notice him.
Mirage was hard working and honest, deep and beautiful. Hound had happily thrown away all of his previous expectations after meeting the Towers noble.
34. Stars
Mirage and Hound lay together in the grass, picking out and identifying Earth constellations. It was a hobby Mirage had had back on Cybertron, and Hound had picked it up as well when they reached Earth.
They exchanged tales and history’s of the constellations, even delving into the mythologies of the stars, from Pegasus to the belt of Orion. Mirage had found a fondness for some of the human stories and literature of ancient heroes and their epic quests.
Hound was just happy to see Mirage starting to enjoy the things Earth had to offer.
35. Hold My Hand
“Just… hang on, Mirage,” Hound grunted above the spy, hands gripped tight around Mirage’s.
“Not much else I can do Hound,” Mirage replied, own voice strained from the pressure his shoulders were under.
Hound started squirming backwards, holding Mirage in an iron grip. Mirage levered his foot, pushing up on the rock he was pressed against, helping Hound in pulling him up. Mirage couldn’t smother a yelp as rock crumbled under him and he felt his foot slip. Hound didn’t let up, pulling the spy inch by agonizing inch over from the cliff edge until Mirage was safe beside him.
36. Precious Treasure
The femme dancing on the holo-music player had a strong resemblance to Mirage and Hound deduced the voice singing on it was hers.
“Her name was Prism, she was my spark carrier.”
“You look alike.”
Mirage smiled. “I was built to resemble her. She used to perform. She wrote this song for me after I was sparked. I don’t remember her well, she… died when I was young. Playing this though, I feel close to her… it reminds me that I’m loved. Thank you for getting it fixed, Hound.”
Hound laid a hand over Mirage’s. “You’ll always be loved, Mirage.”
37. Eyes
Even first meeting Mirage, he’d quickly noticed the distinctive shape of his optics. Maybe it had been the fashion when Mirage was built, but they were different from the standard optic shape. They were narrower, with the outside corners higher set. They sort of reminded him of a femme’s, which should have been out of place, but looked fine on Mirage.
After noticing them, Hound had started observing the optic shapes of others. It was rare, but he’d seen a handful of other mechs and femmes with optics similar to their opposite build. Maybe it was just a design quirk.
38. Abandoned
“I hear you’re upset with Jazz,” Mirage said calmly, laid out on a med berth.
“He fraggin’ left you to die.”
Mirage sighed. “He didn’t leave me Hound. He had to complete the mission and I was a hindrance with my injury. He came back and got me out, at risk of capture I might add.” Mirage took his mate’s hand. “I’m fine now.”
“You would’ve been helpless if a Decepticon had found you.”
“Helpless? I was injured, not incapacitated. All I had to do was stay invisible and shoot anything that got too close.”
“Now you’re just being overconfident.”
39. Dreams
“Hound…” Mirage let out a strangled moan, arching up against the glossa teasing his spoilers. There was a throaty chuckle above him, fingers brushing his thigh, prodding a seam and the wires under it.
“Hound, please.” His fans kicked in, trying in vain to cool his rapidly overheating frame. Mirage whimpered, so close, he was so clos-
Mirage woke up with another moan. He looked around in confusion. Where had Hound gone? Mirage thumped his helm back against the berth with a frustrated groan, realizing he’d been dreaming. He hoped Hound was back from his mission soon.
40. Rated
“I’d rate you more an eight Tracks. Clearly I’m a ten though,” Sunstreaker boasted.
“In your dreams Sunshine. I’d give you a six.”
Sunstreaker clenched his fists. “Wanna say that again, you giant blueberry?”
“Bring it on, Sunflower!”
“What are they fighting about now?” Mirage asked wearily, he and Hound walking into the room.
“Some humans have a rating system of one to ten on the attractiveness of each other, ten being the highest.”
Hound grinned proudly. “Well then, Mirage is definitely a twenty six. Teletrann-1 even agrees!” He laid a hand over the number painted on Mirage’s alt-mode’s nose.
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Eyes: Anyone else notice femmes and mechs have different shaped optics? The optic thing kinda ties into a story I'm writing you all might yet see, if I can ever finish it. I hopefully will, it has two sequals I really want to write.
And I just want to say, thank you everyone whose been reading, commenting and clicking on my dragon eggs (and cheering them on in hatching). In appreciation, I want to write everyone who comments a short story with one of the next ten themes.
They are:
Teamwork
Standing Still *Claimed*
Dying
Two Roads
Illusion
Family *Claimed*
Creation *Claimed*
Childhood
Stripes *Claimed* (Thank goodness, I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this prompt otherwise. I was drawing a drabble blank)
Breaking the Rules *Claimed*
All unclaimed themes will go into the drabbles tomorrow and the short fics will be up in a couple days or so. So just claim a theme, and describe what you'd like to see happen in it.
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Characters/Pairings: Hound/Mirage, appearances by Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Tracks
Summary: One hundred (eventual) drabbles dedicated to the couple Hound/Mirage.
Warnings: Some robot molesting in one of the drabbles.
31. Flowers
Hound couldn’t help the curiosity of Mirage’s behavior of the last few days. Mirage had been seen coming and going from Sunstreaker’s quarters for reasons unknown, but he knew enough to ignore claims that Mirage might be messing around on him. He trusted Mirage, and Mirage would be better at hiding a secret relationship anyway.
He got his answer walking into their quarters one day. Sitting on their berth-side desk, beside a nervous Mirage, was a delicate glass sculpture of colorful flowers, glimmering in the lighting. Hound sat beside Mirage, admiring them before turning and giving Mirage a gracious kiss.
32. Night
Hound turned over on the berth as he felt someone lay down behind him. He smiled as he took in the tired form of his mate. He reached over, wrapping an arm around Mirage’s waist and pulling him close.
“Sorry for waking you,” Mirage mumbled against Hound, sounding as exhausted as he looked.
“Worse ways to be woken up than by a lovely mech getting into the berth with you,” Hound teased.
Mirage laughed softly. “If you say so.”
Hound chuckled himself. “I know so.” He started gently stroking Mirage’s hip until the spy succumbed to stasis.
33. Expectations
When he was young, Hound had thought if he ever found a bond mate they would be an honest working class mech or femme like him. He’d even met a few like that in his life that he thought he’d had a future with.
He’d always seen the Towers bred as pretty, frivolous, and somewhat shallow. They weren’t bad, just not the sort he’d ever want to be with even if one happened to notice him.
Mirage was hard working and honest, deep and beautiful. Hound had happily thrown away all of his previous expectations after meeting the Towers noble.
34. Stars
Mirage and Hound lay together in the grass, picking out and identifying Earth constellations. It was a hobby Mirage had had back on Cybertron, and Hound had picked it up as well when they reached Earth.
They exchanged tales and history’s of the constellations, even delving into the mythologies of the stars, from Pegasus to the belt of Orion. Mirage had found a fondness for some of the human stories and literature of ancient heroes and their epic quests.
Hound was just happy to see Mirage starting to enjoy the things Earth had to offer.
35. Hold My Hand
“Just… hang on, Mirage,” Hound grunted above the spy, hands gripped tight around Mirage’s.
“Not much else I can do Hound,” Mirage replied, own voice strained from the pressure his shoulders were under.
Hound started squirming backwards, holding Mirage in an iron grip. Mirage levered his foot, pushing up on the rock he was pressed against, helping Hound in pulling him up. Mirage couldn’t smother a yelp as rock crumbled under him and he felt his foot slip. Hound didn’t let up, pulling the spy inch by agonizing inch over from the cliff edge until Mirage was safe beside him.
36. Precious Treasure
The femme dancing on the holo-music player had a strong resemblance to Mirage and Hound deduced the voice singing on it was hers.
“Her name was Prism, she was my spark carrier.”
“You look alike.”
Mirage smiled. “I was built to resemble her. She used to perform. She wrote this song for me after I was sparked. I don’t remember her well, she… died when I was young. Playing this though, I feel close to her… it reminds me that I’m loved. Thank you for getting it fixed, Hound.”
Hound laid a hand over Mirage’s. “You’ll always be loved, Mirage.”
37. Eyes
Even first meeting Mirage, he’d quickly noticed the distinctive shape of his optics. Maybe it had been the fashion when Mirage was built, but they were different from the standard optic shape. They were narrower, with the outside corners higher set. They sort of reminded him of a femme’s, which should have been out of place, but looked fine on Mirage.
After noticing them, Hound had started observing the optic shapes of others. It was rare, but he’d seen a handful of other mechs and femmes with optics similar to their opposite build. Maybe it was just a design quirk.
38. Abandoned
“I hear you’re upset with Jazz,” Mirage said calmly, laid out on a med berth.
“He fraggin’ left you to die.”
Mirage sighed. “He didn’t leave me Hound. He had to complete the mission and I was a hindrance with my injury. He came back and got me out, at risk of capture I might add.” Mirage took his mate’s hand. “I’m fine now.”
“You would’ve been helpless if a Decepticon had found you.”
“Helpless? I was injured, not incapacitated. All I had to do was stay invisible and shoot anything that got too close.”
“Now you’re just being overconfident.”
39. Dreams
“Hound…” Mirage let out a strangled moan, arching up against the glossa teasing his spoilers. There was a throaty chuckle above him, fingers brushing his thigh, prodding a seam and the wires under it.
“Hound, please.” His fans kicked in, trying in vain to cool his rapidly overheating frame. Mirage whimpered, so close, he was so clos-
Mirage woke up with another moan. He looked around in confusion. Where had Hound gone? Mirage thumped his helm back against the berth with a frustrated groan, realizing he’d been dreaming. He hoped Hound was back from his mission soon.
40. Rated
“I’d rate you more an eight Tracks. Clearly I’m a ten though,” Sunstreaker boasted.
“In your dreams Sunshine. I’d give you a six.”
Sunstreaker clenched his fists. “Wanna say that again, you giant blueberry?”
“Bring it on, Sunflower!”
“What are they fighting about now?” Mirage asked wearily, he and Hound walking into the room.
“Some humans have a rating system of one to ten on the attractiveness of each other, ten being the highest.”
Hound grinned proudly. “Well then, Mirage is definitely a twenty six. Teletrann-1 even agrees!” He laid a hand over the number painted on Mirage’s alt-mode’s nose.
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Eyes: Anyone else notice femmes and mechs have different shaped optics? The optic thing kinda ties into a story I'm writing you all might yet see, if I can ever finish it. I hopefully will, it has two sequals I really want to write.
And I just want to say, thank you everyone whose been reading, commenting and clicking on my dragon eggs (and cheering them on in hatching). In appreciation, I want to write everyone who comments a short story with one of the next ten themes.
They are:
Teamwork
Standing Still *Claimed*
Dying
Two Roads
Illusion
Family *Claimed*
Creation *Claimed*
Childhood
Stripes *Claimed* (Thank goodness, I wasn't sure what I was going to do with this prompt otherwise. I was drawing a drabble blank)
Breaking the Rules *Claimed*
All unclaimed themes will go into the drabbles tomorrow and the short fics will be up in a couple days or so. So just claim a theme, and describe what you'd like to see happen in it.