People will want my hide for this one.
Title: As the Pendulum Swings.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hound being fluffy as usual. Possible assassination wishes on the Author counts?
Pairings: Implied Smokescreen x Chromia, Ironhide x Ratchet, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Hound x Mirage, Prowl x Jazz (You know the drill with these two.)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak, Hound, Mirage, Ratchet, Ironhide. Mention of Red Alert, Sunstreaker, Megatron.
Summary: AU - Partly using Dreamwave's comics as basis. A re imagination of Cybertron's society where the line dividing slaves from nobles is so thin.
Notes: Hound and Mirage have a needed talk. Hound goes fluffy. Prowl gets a little letter.
Jazz wasn't quite sure how he felt at the moment. He felt energized, and as he sung for his audience, he could feel so light he feared he would begin to hover and float away into the deep, dark space. Dancing with Prowl made him feel so happy, he almost confessed his feelings for Prowl right there and then. He ultimately choose not to, deciding the moment was too precious to risk it with a confession that could prompt Prowl's rejection. He did not want that staining the beautiful interaction with his master and best friend. This orn would be a treasured memory within his processors.
Prowl watched Jazz perform with his friends, smiling openly and without shame while he watched the unsuspecting object of his affections sing and play his spark for his audience. Prowl was not blind and could tell Jazz was exceptionally energetic and happy after their little dance, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jazz was happy for the same reasons he was.
The party continued for several joors, until the honor guests deemed necessary to excuse themselves. Bluestreak, who was more than just a little overcharged by now, was quick to comment about his parents intending to have some private time to themselves, and Prowl couldn't help but clamp a hand over his brother's lip components in a most comical display that had Ironhide and Ratchet laughing good naturedly while Red Alert seemed to gain an additional shade of red on his face. Intimacy was one thing, and he wasn't shy about it, but he just didn't need to have the news about who was going to interface with who broadcast on his face.
After Prowl entrusted his overcharged brother to Sunstreaker, who was invited to stay at the Defensor state to keep an optic on the younger mech, everyone retired to have some much needed recharge.
Hound and Mirage admitted to spending a wonderful time at the party. Whether it was because Smokescreen was supportive of the couple or because the older nobles were afraid to offend Ironhide and Chromia, the pair actually spent a lovely night. They chatted with old friends, danced and drank energon, without a single offensive comment thrown at them.
Hound was the first to admit the party did them good, especially to Mirage, who had become rather reclusive lately. The ascended noble couldn't hold back a heavy sigh that escaped his intakes, feeling his concern for his mate growing orn after orn. He loved Mirage more than anything, but he was afraid his agreement to Mirage's proposal was doing him more wrong than good.
"What is it?" Mirage's soft voice broke the silence while they walked their way out of the Defensor estate.
"What?" Hound's optics flickered and he turned to face his mate. For a moment Hound took in the sight of Mirage's elegant face bathed in the reflection of the crystals' light.
"You're thinking about something," Mirage smiled a little, pressing a finger gently to his mate's chest. "What is it?"
"It's nothing important." Hound reciprocated the smile, suddenly pulling Mirage against him to seal his lips with his own in a sweet, loving kiss. "It's been a wonderful night, I don't want to ruin it with my musings."
Mirage frowned then. "Hound."
The former slave's shoulders slumped. He knew whenever Mirage had that expression on his face and used that tone the blue and white mech wouldn't relent until he received a satisfactory answer. "I was just thinking if I did the right thing."
"The right thing?"
Hound let out a heavy sigh, his expression becoming somber. "Accepting to be your mate."
Mirage froze, feeling a pang of hurt stab cold as ice through his spark. "Do you regret it?" He asked softly, keeping the hurt out of his voice as much as he could.
"I do not regret being your mate, Mirage!" Hound grabbed the smaller mech by his shoulders, pulling him close. "I love you with all I am. I love you more than my life. I'd rip out my spark for you if you asked for it, Mirage." Hound cupped his noble mate's cheek in his hand pressing his lips against the crest of the finely crafted blue helm. "But since we became mates... Mirage, you've been locked at home, you rarely leave any more. You don't even go out to talk with friends. I'm afraid I've made you unhappy by accepting to be your mate."
"No!" Mirage shook his head vigorously, wrapping his arms tightly around Hound's bulkier frame. "You aren't. Please, Hound, don't think that way." The Valkyre noble buried his face in the crook of his mate's neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry if I'm worrying you, though."
"I want nothing more than to see you happy." Hound murmured gently, pressing his cheek against the base of his mate's helm's antenna.
"I know, Hound." Mirage sighed heavily, pressing closer to the taller mech, relishing on his warmth and proximity. He hadn't thought much about it, but in reality, he had been rather reclusive, somewhat depressed even. He did not miss to go out on turbo fox hunts or other activities he shared with the Cybertronian elite, but he sought very little to make up for those activities that no longer brought happiness to his spark. The rejection of the elite nobility towards his chosen mate was alienating him not just from those who looked down on his beloved, but also from friends who were supportive of their relationship. "I'm sorry I've worried you, love." He whispered and pulled away just a little to steal a little peck from his mate's lips, smiling just a bit.
"It's fine." Hound smiled and nodded, seeing on Mirage's regal golden optics that spark of life growing anew that had been missing for orns now. "Have I told you you have such gorgeous optics?"
Mirage laughed softly, and Hound found that laughter to be the most wonderful sound that could ever grace his audio receptors. "Not lately."
"Oh, my bad." Hound grinned and sneaked a quick, playful nibble to one of Mirage's antennas, taking the time to scoop his mate into his arms.
"Hound!" Mirage let out an undignified squeak and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck, clinging for support.
"Yes?" Hound asked with feigned innocence.
"Put me down!" Mirage couldn't help but laugh even as he voiced his request.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you well." The ascended noble's grin widened as He carried his mate non-chalantly away from the Defensor state.
"Are you intending to carry me all the way back home?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You're insane, Hound." Mirage admonished god naturedly, resting his head against Hound's shoulder, allowing his mate to carry him.
"I love you too, 'Raj."
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Prowl arranged the packages and data pads sent to his family that orn. It was something he usually did out of habit, liking to arrange things neatly and orderly so everyone could find them easily.
One missive among the lot caught his immediate attention, as it was addressed to him. The ruling family's emblem adorned the holographic display, and Prowls curiosity spiked three fold. Grabbing a can of energon from the nearby dispenser, Prowl seated by the table, activating the display to read its contents.
He read it once. He read it twice. Then read it a third time to make sure he was reading it right.
"What is that?" Bluestreak's sleepy slur brought his attention away from the display for a few moments to cast a glance to his brother before Prowl looked back to it. "An invitation."
"Oh?" Bluestreak headed for the dispenser, grabbing a can for himself and one for the still recharging Sunstreaker. "Invitation to what?"
"Lord Megatron," Prowl replied absently. "He is personally inviting me to train in the military."
If Bluestreak wasn't fully awake before that, he surely was now. "What?"
"He wishes to sponsor me in a military career." Prowl wasn't sure what to make out of the invitation. He trained in the academy's military branch but he specialized in the administrative fields. Megatron was inviting him to make a fully military career, not unlike Ironhide and Chromia.
"And..." Bluestreak trailed, moving closer to his brother. "Are you going to accept?"
Prowl shifted uncomfortably, this was unexpected on all accounts. In one hand he wasn't sure if he was cut for the military, or if he even wanted to leave his home for only Primus knew how long, especially now that he intended to confess to Jazz. In the other hand, this was no ordinary invitation. Lord Megatron himself was issuing and signing it, which meant Megatron himself considered he had the talent for it.
Prowl turned his gaze away from the display, looking up to his younger brother who stood now next to him. Bluestreak had to double take, he had never seen so much uncertainty in his brother's optics.
Finally, Prowl replied. "I don't know."
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No, that invitation does not imply Megatron's gonna go nuts anytime soon and start the war. That ain't happening during my watch, yo! *shot at*
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Hound being fluffy as usual. Possible assassination wishes on the Author counts?
Pairings: Implied Smokescreen x Chromia, Ironhide x Ratchet, Sunstreaker x Bluestreak, Hound x Mirage, Prowl x Jazz (You know the drill with these two.)
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak, Hound, Mirage, Ratchet, Ironhide. Mention of Red Alert, Sunstreaker, Megatron.
Summary: AU - Partly using Dreamwave's comics as basis. A re imagination of Cybertron's society where the line dividing slaves from nobles is so thin.
Notes: Hound and Mirage have a needed talk. Hound goes fluffy. Prowl gets a little letter.
Jazz wasn't quite sure how he felt at the moment. He felt energized, and as he sung for his audience, he could feel so light he feared he would begin to hover and float away into the deep, dark space. Dancing with Prowl made him feel so happy, he almost confessed his feelings for Prowl right there and then. He ultimately choose not to, deciding the moment was too precious to risk it with a confession that could prompt Prowl's rejection. He did not want that staining the beautiful interaction with his master and best friend. This orn would be a treasured memory within his processors.
Prowl watched Jazz perform with his friends, smiling openly and without shame while he watched the unsuspecting object of his affections sing and play his spark for his audience. Prowl was not blind and could tell Jazz was exceptionally energetic and happy after their little dance, and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jazz was happy for the same reasons he was.
The party continued for several joors, until the honor guests deemed necessary to excuse themselves. Bluestreak, who was more than just a little overcharged by now, was quick to comment about his parents intending to have some private time to themselves, and Prowl couldn't help but clamp a hand over his brother's lip components in a most comical display that had Ironhide and Ratchet laughing good naturedly while Red Alert seemed to gain an additional shade of red on his face. Intimacy was one thing, and he wasn't shy about it, but he just didn't need to have the news about who was going to interface with who broadcast on his face.
After Prowl entrusted his overcharged brother to Sunstreaker, who was invited to stay at the Defensor state to keep an optic on the younger mech, everyone retired to have some much needed recharge.
Hound and Mirage admitted to spending a wonderful time at the party. Whether it was because Smokescreen was supportive of the couple or because the older nobles were afraid to offend Ironhide and Chromia, the pair actually spent a lovely night. They chatted with old friends, danced and drank energon, without a single offensive comment thrown at them.
Hound was the first to admit the party did them good, especially to Mirage, who had become rather reclusive lately. The ascended noble couldn't hold back a heavy sigh that escaped his intakes, feeling his concern for his mate growing orn after orn. He loved Mirage more than anything, but he was afraid his agreement to Mirage's proposal was doing him more wrong than good.
"What is it?" Mirage's soft voice broke the silence while they walked their way out of the Defensor estate.
"What?" Hound's optics flickered and he turned to face his mate. For a moment Hound took in the sight of Mirage's elegant face bathed in the reflection of the crystals' light.
"You're thinking about something," Mirage smiled a little, pressing a finger gently to his mate's chest. "What is it?"
"It's nothing important." Hound reciprocated the smile, suddenly pulling Mirage against him to seal his lips with his own in a sweet, loving kiss. "It's been a wonderful night, I don't want to ruin it with my musings."
Mirage frowned then. "Hound."
The former slave's shoulders slumped. He knew whenever Mirage had that expression on his face and used that tone the blue and white mech wouldn't relent until he received a satisfactory answer. "I was just thinking if I did the right thing."
"The right thing?"
Hound let out a heavy sigh, his expression becoming somber. "Accepting to be your mate."
Mirage froze, feeling a pang of hurt stab cold as ice through his spark. "Do you regret it?" He asked softly, keeping the hurt out of his voice as much as he could.
"I do not regret being your mate, Mirage!" Hound grabbed the smaller mech by his shoulders, pulling him close. "I love you with all I am. I love you more than my life. I'd rip out my spark for you if you asked for it, Mirage." Hound cupped his noble mate's cheek in his hand pressing his lips against the crest of the finely crafted blue helm. "But since we became mates... Mirage, you've been locked at home, you rarely leave any more. You don't even go out to talk with friends. I'm afraid I've made you unhappy by accepting to be your mate."
"No!" Mirage shook his head vigorously, wrapping his arms tightly around Hound's bulkier frame. "You aren't. Please, Hound, don't think that way." The Valkyre noble buried his face in the crook of his mate's neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry if I'm worrying you, though."
"I want nothing more than to see you happy." Hound murmured gently, pressing his cheek against the base of his mate's helm's antenna.
"I know, Hound." Mirage sighed heavily, pressing closer to the taller mech, relishing on his warmth and proximity. He hadn't thought much about it, but in reality, he had been rather reclusive, somewhat depressed even. He did not miss to go out on turbo fox hunts or other activities he shared with the Cybertronian elite, but he sought very little to make up for those activities that no longer brought happiness to his spark. The rejection of the elite nobility towards his chosen mate was alienating him not just from those who looked down on his beloved, but also from friends who were supportive of their relationship. "I'm sorry I've worried you, love." He whispered and pulled away just a little to steal a little peck from his mate's lips, smiling just a bit.
"It's fine." Hound smiled and nodded, seeing on Mirage's regal golden optics that spark of life growing anew that had been missing for orns now. "Have I told you you have such gorgeous optics?"
Mirage laughed softly, and Hound found that laughter to be the most wonderful sound that could ever grace his audio receptors. "Not lately."
"Oh, my bad." Hound grinned and sneaked a quick, playful nibble to one of Mirage's antennas, taking the time to scoop his mate into his arms.
"Hound!" Mirage let out an undignified squeak and wrapped his arms around his mate's neck, clinging for support.
"Yes?" Hound asked with feigned innocence.
"Put me down!" Mirage couldn't help but laugh even as he voiced his request.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you well." The ascended noble's grin widened as He carried his mate non-chalantly away from the Defensor state.
"Are you intending to carry me all the way back home?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You're insane, Hound." Mirage admonished god naturedly, resting his head against Hound's shoulder, allowing his mate to carry him.
"I love you too, 'Raj."
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Prowl arranged the packages and data pads sent to his family that orn. It was something he usually did out of habit, liking to arrange things neatly and orderly so everyone could find them easily.
One missive among the lot caught his immediate attention, as it was addressed to him. The ruling family's emblem adorned the holographic display, and Prowls curiosity spiked three fold. Grabbing a can of energon from the nearby dispenser, Prowl seated by the table, activating the display to read its contents.
He read it once. He read it twice. Then read it a third time to make sure he was reading it right.
"What is that?" Bluestreak's sleepy slur brought his attention away from the display for a few moments to cast a glance to his brother before Prowl looked back to it. "An invitation."
"Oh?" Bluestreak headed for the dispenser, grabbing a can for himself and one for the still recharging Sunstreaker. "Invitation to what?"
"Lord Megatron," Prowl replied absently. "He is personally inviting me to train in the military."
If Bluestreak wasn't fully awake before that, he surely was now. "What?"
"He wishes to sponsor me in a military career." Prowl wasn't sure what to make out of the invitation. He trained in the academy's military branch but he specialized in the administrative fields. Megatron was inviting him to make a fully military career, not unlike Ironhide and Chromia.
"And..." Bluestreak trailed, moving closer to his brother. "Are you going to accept?"
Prowl shifted uncomfortably, this was unexpected on all accounts. In one hand he wasn't sure if he was cut for the military, or if he even wanted to leave his home for only Primus knew how long, especially now that he intended to confess to Jazz. In the other hand, this was no ordinary invitation. Lord Megatron himself was issuing and signing it, which meant Megatron himself considered he had the talent for it.
Prowl turned his gaze away from the display, looking up to his younger brother who stood now next to him. Bluestreak had to double take, he had never seen so much uncertainty in his brother's optics.
Finally, Prowl replied. "I don't know."
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No, that invitation does not imply Megatron's gonna go nuts anytime soon and start the war. That ain't happening during my watch, yo! *shot at*