It's raining sparklings!
Title: Bring it On. (1/??)
Rating: PG-13 / Humor
Warnings: Crack. Lots and lots of crack in abundance.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Inferno x Red Alert, Hound x Mirage, Blaster x Soundwave, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Optimus Prime x Starscream, Trailbreaker x Wheeljack, Cliffjumper x Bumblebee, Hot Rod x Arcee x Springer.
Summary: The war has come to an unexpected halt, and with it came some developments. The cyber stork is going to work overtime and skip vacation in the Ark.
Notes: Blame nkfloofiepoof and dark_daebereth for this one. Most of the pairings aside Prowl/Jazz, Blaster/Soundwave, Cliffjumper x Bumblebee, and Hound/Mirage are nods or dedications to some of you lovely people, you know who you are. XP (Or you should, unless you want me pointing fingers!)
I've borrowed a few things from beckyh2112. This is crack and written mainly to indulge friends I wuv too much.
quite what else to do~'>
Prowl reviewed a few requisitions, quirking an optic ridge at just how many of the required supplies were directly involved with the current, how did Starscream call it? Epidemic. Yes, the current 'epidemic' that had taken over the Ark on recent times.
The war was more or less over, and with it apparently some mechs decided it was time to dedicate their efforts to other activities, such as procreating.
Everything began when Bumblebee presented himself in Ratchet's medical bay, claiming to be feeling odd in recent times. Ratchet ran all possible tests in the mini bot and forward came the shocking revelation Bumblebee was expecting. Even more of a shock was to have Bumblebee reveal the other parent of the baby spark nestled in his spark chamber.
True, it was not really a shock nor surprise for Prowl, Jazz and Mirage knew Bumblebee and Cliffjumper were lovers, and by extension, so did Prowl and Hound. Still, nothing could have prepared Optimus Prime for the news, his dear Bumblebee was showing he wasn't quite the little beetle anymore, and Cliffjumper had one heck of a time facing Optimus Prime in a parental mode.
Regardless, the news spread fast and Bumblebee and Cliffjumper were happily taking care of their growing sparkling.
Little did they know they were paving the way for others to follow their example. Soon after Bumblebee and Cliffjumper moved together and additional room was made for their sparkling's nursery, Starscream announced in not very nice terms he, too, was expecting, and everything went downhill from that point onwards.
In the lapse of six earth months, Mirage, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and both Soundwave and Blaster were all, in Jazz's own words 'with buns in the oven'. Each of the expecting mech's displayed varying degrees of behavioral changes as result of their state.
Bumblebee was the least affected of the bunch, as the only true side effect were the almost unholy amounts of energon and recharge the mini bot was pulling. Other less fortunate mechs had to endure other less pleasant changes in their mates' behavior.
Starscream, for example, had taken to kick out the magnanimous Prime out of their quarters, and refused to let him back in for almost two weeks. Every time Prime attempted to be allowed in, Starscream would honor his designation and literally scream the Autobot leader's audio sensors off with all kinds of accusations and recriminations, just to change tracks halfway through his litany to go overly emotional, doubting whether Prime would be freaked out by his... peculiarities regarding sparklings.
Nobody understood what he could possibly meant until the day Starscream finally left Prime's quarters, revealing the peculiarity in question, namely, the egg shell that was now snuggled inside of his cockpit.
The first few weeks of Starscream's condition were like a roller coaster of emotions, and Prime was grateful he had the support of his Second and Third in command, however, he appointed Hot Rod as provisional head of the Autobots, while he attended to his mate's and sparkling's development in spite of Starscream's verbal abuse.
As the Earth months dragged on, Starscream's mood swinging and completely random outbursts subsided, giving room for the pains inherent to carrying a sparkling.
More often than not, mechs found Optimus Prime in the wash racks, tending to the apparently very abused feet of his seeker lover. Starscream couldn't fly as long as the shell containing their sparkling was nestled inside his cockpit, forcing the seeker to be on his feet most of the time, unable to relieve the strain of his 'pregnancy' through some aerial maneuvers.
It was a bizarre sight, to say the least, but it was still a beautiful moment between the Autobot commander and the seeker who now resided among them.
Of course, for a prime example of a truly bizarre sight, one had to turn to Ratchet or Wheeljack, especially the later, who developed a penchant for chasing after Trailbreaker, armed with blunt objects he could throw at the black mech, or sharp, pointy tools he could stab into the 'tender' metal skin of the defensive strategist.
On that note, Ratchet's suddenly sugary sweet behavior and random hugs and paternal affections towards mechs such as the twins, had everyone feeling something was terribly wrong in the universal balance. Ironhide, however, found it a bit too amusing and indulged his mate with some, in Sideswipe's words, disgustingly sweet displays of affection anywhere they could.
So, compared to Ratchet being short of skipping around the Ark leaving bright rainbows and flowers on his wake, and Wheeljack's murderous mood towards Trailbreaker, the sight of Optimus Prime giving Starscream the equivalent of a foot rub was almost normal.
And that was how most of the time Prowl would find their Prime, bestowing all kinds of tender cares for his mate and their soon to be born sparkling, and thus, why Prowl was looking through the requisitions made by Starscream. By all intents and purposes, the air commander had requested what Prowl assumed had to be materials to build a nest.
Oddities aside, Ratchet explained, with a lovely wide smile that managed to freak out more mini bots than Prowl cared to count, that the shell was formed by redundant components from Starscream's own frame, from which the sparkling would draw more materials to acquire its own protoform. That explained why the egg was diminishing as months went by.
Prowl sighed heavily and approved the requisitions, and he'd see personally that the materials delivered were following Starscream's exact specifications. This job was meant to be handled by Hot Rod, who quickly shoved it on Prowl's desk and claimed him more capable to handle that.
In a way, the Datsun couldn't fully blame the younger mech, as his mates, Arcee and Springer saw fit to also 'write a letter to the Cyber stork'. The downsides of having two mates, especially two expecting mates, was having to split his attentions among the two.
Prowl, sensible mech as he was, and upon seeing the suddenly high amount of expecting mechs on the Ark, took to a self imposed abstention, much to Jazz's chagrin. Someone had to run the place, and obviously neither Hot Rod nor Prime were up to the task at the moment, and thus, Jazz's nookie quota was sacrificed for the greater good.
That didn't bode well with the saboteur, who made a point to torment Prowl into giving him some kind of attention, and thus, the tactician had to learn the ropes of comm-link interfacing in order to keep Jazz happy and sparkling-free, at least for the time being.
It wasn't that Prowl did not want a sparkling at all, but he didn't want to risk to leave the management of the army on just anyone's hands. Ultra Magnus was currently on Cybertron, re-establishing the Autobot forces in the planet, preparing for the return of Prime's elite to the planet. Jazz understood and accepted his reasons, even if that still did little to make him any happier about the blow his intimate time with Prowl was taking.
When Bluestreak came forward in a similar state, Prowl had to fight off the imperative need of giving Sunstreaker the same treatment Cliffjumper received from their Prime.
The tactician's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of objects being thrown and crashing loudly against walls, followed by a litany of incredibly unappropriated words coming from Wheeljack's vocalizer. Prowl couldn't help but feel a little bad for Trailbreaker. The mech was becoming very skilled on ducking furniture and dodging pointy objects, and the verbal abuse Wheeljack bestowed upon him. What was even worse was that Wheeljack was the only one out of the first four expecting mechs who had planned to reproduce in the first place. Trailbreaker, however, did not object to his mate's temper tantrums, knowing they were going to subside eventually. At least Wheeljack and Trailbreaker still shared a room and a berth when the engineer wasn't feeling murderous.
Prowl shook his head and signed the last requisitions left, preparing to join his own mate on their quarters. The next few days would be full of excitement, since Bumblebee's and Cliffjumper's sparkling was due within the next two weeks, and the tactician was sure the event was just another turn in this roller coaster.
Rating: PG-13 / Humor
Warnings: Crack. Lots and lots of crack in abundance.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz, Ironhide x Ratchet, Inferno x Red Alert, Hound x Mirage, Blaster x Soundwave, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Optimus Prime x Starscream, Trailbreaker x Wheeljack, Cliffjumper x Bumblebee, Hot Rod x Arcee x Springer.
Summary: The war has come to an unexpected halt, and with it came some developments. The cyber stork is going to work overtime and skip vacation in the Ark.
Notes: Blame nkfloofiepoof and dark_daebereth for this one. Most of the pairings aside Prowl/Jazz, Blaster/Soundwave, Cliffjumper x Bumblebee, and Hound/Mirage are nods or dedications to some of you lovely people, you know who you are. XP (Or you should, unless you want me pointing fingers!)
I've borrowed a few things from beckyh2112. This is crack and written mainly to indulge friends I wuv too much.
quite what else to do~'>
Prowl reviewed a few requisitions, quirking an optic ridge at just how many of the required supplies were directly involved with the current, how did Starscream call it? Epidemic. Yes, the current 'epidemic' that had taken over the Ark on recent times.
The war was more or less over, and with it apparently some mechs decided it was time to dedicate their efforts to other activities, such as procreating.
Everything began when Bumblebee presented himself in Ratchet's medical bay, claiming to be feeling odd in recent times. Ratchet ran all possible tests in the mini bot and forward came the shocking revelation Bumblebee was expecting. Even more of a shock was to have Bumblebee reveal the other parent of the baby spark nestled in his spark chamber.
True, it was not really a shock nor surprise for Prowl, Jazz and Mirage knew Bumblebee and Cliffjumper were lovers, and by extension, so did Prowl and Hound. Still, nothing could have prepared Optimus Prime for the news, his dear Bumblebee was showing he wasn't quite the little beetle anymore, and Cliffjumper had one heck of a time facing Optimus Prime in a parental mode.
Regardless, the news spread fast and Bumblebee and Cliffjumper were happily taking care of their growing sparkling.
Little did they know they were paving the way for others to follow their example. Soon after Bumblebee and Cliffjumper moved together and additional room was made for their sparkling's nursery, Starscream announced in not very nice terms he, too, was expecting, and everything went downhill from that point onwards.
In the lapse of six earth months, Mirage, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and both Soundwave and Blaster were all, in Jazz's own words 'with buns in the oven'. Each of the expecting mech's displayed varying degrees of behavioral changes as result of their state.
Bumblebee was the least affected of the bunch, as the only true side effect were the almost unholy amounts of energon and recharge the mini bot was pulling. Other less fortunate mechs had to endure other less pleasant changes in their mates' behavior.
Starscream, for example, had taken to kick out the magnanimous Prime out of their quarters, and refused to let him back in for almost two weeks. Every time Prime attempted to be allowed in, Starscream would honor his designation and literally scream the Autobot leader's audio sensors off with all kinds of accusations and recriminations, just to change tracks halfway through his litany to go overly emotional, doubting whether Prime would be freaked out by his... peculiarities regarding sparklings.
Nobody understood what he could possibly meant until the day Starscream finally left Prime's quarters, revealing the peculiarity in question, namely, the egg shell that was now snuggled inside of his cockpit.
The first few weeks of Starscream's condition were like a roller coaster of emotions, and Prime was grateful he had the support of his Second and Third in command, however, he appointed Hot Rod as provisional head of the Autobots, while he attended to his mate's and sparkling's development in spite of Starscream's verbal abuse.
As the Earth months dragged on, Starscream's mood swinging and completely random outbursts subsided, giving room for the pains inherent to carrying a sparkling.
More often than not, mechs found Optimus Prime in the wash racks, tending to the apparently very abused feet of his seeker lover. Starscream couldn't fly as long as the shell containing their sparkling was nestled inside his cockpit, forcing the seeker to be on his feet most of the time, unable to relieve the strain of his 'pregnancy' through some aerial maneuvers.
It was a bizarre sight, to say the least, but it was still a beautiful moment between the Autobot commander and the seeker who now resided among them.
Of course, for a prime example of a truly bizarre sight, one had to turn to Ratchet or Wheeljack, especially the later, who developed a penchant for chasing after Trailbreaker, armed with blunt objects he could throw at the black mech, or sharp, pointy tools he could stab into the 'tender' metal skin of the defensive strategist.
On that note, Ratchet's suddenly sugary sweet behavior and random hugs and paternal affections towards mechs such as the twins, had everyone feeling something was terribly wrong in the universal balance. Ironhide, however, found it a bit too amusing and indulged his mate with some, in Sideswipe's words, disgustingly sweet displays of affection anywhere they could.
So, compared to Ratchet being short of skipping around the Ark leaving bright rainbows and flowers on his wake, and Wheeljack's murderous mood towards Trailbreaker, the sight of Optimus Prime giving Starscream the equivalent of a foot rub was almost normal.
And that was how most of the time Prowl would find their Prime, bestowing all kinds of tender cares for his mate and their soon to be born sparkling, and thus, why Prowl was looking through the requisitions made by Starscream. By all intents and purposes, the air commander had requested what Prowl assumed had to be materials to build a nest.
Oddities aside, Ratchet explained, with a lovely wide smile that managed to freak out more mini bots than Prowl cared to count, that the shell was formed by redundant components from Starscream's own frame, from which the sparkling would draw more materials to acquire its own protoform. That explained why the egg was diminishing as months went by.
Prowl sighed heavily and approved the requisitions, and he'd see personally that the materials delivered were following Starscream's exact specifications. This job was meant to be handled by Hot Rod, who quickly shoved it on Prowl's desk and claimed him more capable to handle that.
In a way, the Datsun couldn't fully blame the younger mech, as his mates, Arcee and Springer saw fit to also 'write a letter to the Cyber stork'. The downsides of having two mates, especially two expecting mates, was having to split his attentions among the two.
Prowl, sensible mech as he was, and upon seeing the suddenly high amount of expecting mechs on the Ark, took to a self imposed abstention, much to Jazz's chagrin. Someone had to run the place, and obviously neither Hot Rod nor Prime were up to the task at the moment, and thus, Jazz's nookie quota was sacrificed for the greater good.
That didn't bode well with the saboteur, who made a point to torment Prowl into giving him some kind of attention, and thus, the tactician had to learn the ropes of comm-link interfacing in order to keep Jazz happy and sparkling-free, at least for the time being.
It wasn't that Prowl did not want a sparkling at all, but he didn't want to risk to leave the management of the army on just anyone's hands. Ultra Magnus was currently on Cybertron, re-establishing the Autobot forces in the planet, preparing for the return of Prime's elite to the planet. Jazz understood and accepted his reasons, even if that still did little to make him any happier about the blow his intimate time with Prowl was taking.
When Bluestreak came forward in a similar state, Prowl had to fight off the imperative need of giving Sunstreaker the same treatment Cliffjumper received from their Prime.
The tactician's thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of objects being thrown and crashing loudly against walls, followed by a litany of incredibly unappropriated words coming from Wheeljack's vocalizer. Prowl couldn't help but feel a little bad for Trailbreaker. The mech was becoming very skilled on ducking furniture and dodging pointy objects, and the verbal abuse Wheeljack bestowed upon him. What was even worse was that Wheeljack was the only one out of the first four expecting mechs who had planned to reproduce in the first place. Trailbreaker, however, did not object to his mate's temper tantrums, knowing they were going to subside eventually. At least Wheeljack and Trailbreaker still shared a room and a berth when the engineer wasn't feeling murderous.
Prowl shook his head and signed the last requisitions left, preparing to join his own mate on their quarters. The next few days would be full of excitement, since Bumblebee's and Cliffjumper's sparkling was due within the next two weeks, and the tactician was sure the event was just another turn in this roller coaster.