Wheee late night experiments.
This is an experiment I wanted to try, and also as means to appease my Sideswipe and Jazz muses with this song that has been haunting me the past few days.
This is a series of drabbles based in specific lyrics of one song, applying them to different pairings/characters to see what I could come up with. nkfloofiepoof helped me select some of the pairings and assigned the lyrics I gave her. These aren't exactly made of awesome and win, but eeh... it's an experiment anyway.
The Song in question: The Show Must Go On - By Three Dog Night.
Title: The Show Must Go On - Lonely Life.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Hinted Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Mirage, Jazz, Prowl.
Prompt: "Baby, although I chose this lonely life It seems it's stranglin' me now."
"It's the life we chose." Jazz muttered, downing the contents of his cube of high grade in one gulp.
"No, it's not," Mirage countered, tracing a black digit along the edge of his own, barely touched cube. "It's the life we were forced into. The life our abilities forced us to lead in this conflict."
"We accepted it, though. We chose willingly ta join the ranks an' become part of special operations." The saboteur reached for a second cube, drinking its contents as fast as he did the first.
"A path you now regret," Mirage said pointedly, watching his team leader reach for a third cube, frowning.
"I don't regret what I do." Jazz corrected quickly, looking around casually. His optics stopped for a moment on the corner where another black and white mech nursed his own cube of energon, going through the files in a pad, completely isolated from the other groups of mechs enjoying some energon or high grade of their own.
Mirage did not miss a beat, even as Jazz looked away from Prowl to continue looking around the room. "Yet this life is strangling you."
Jazz turned back to look at his team mate. "What?"
"You're tired, Jazz." The blue and white mech spoke softly, obvious concern slipping in his tone. "You're tired of the loneliness you've imposed over yourself."
Jazz quirked an optic ridge behind the visor.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." Mirage frowned again. "You know very well although you surround yourself with many mechs --that have so many friends, you feel lonely. You're surrounded of mechs, yet feel alone because nobody can come closer. Not even your teammates."
Jazz smiled bitterly, grabbing a fourth cube of high grade. "Ain't that the truth." the saboteur played with his cube, casting a quick glance back to that corner in the room. "NOthin' I can do 'bout it, though. I'm the fraggin' head of special operations, you know what that entails, Mirage."
Mirage shrugged and stood, moving aside to leave. "It doesn't mean you have to be completely alone. Not when there's someone you want to share yourself with." the spy squeezed Jazz's shoulder as he passed by, leaving the room.
Jazz heaved a sigh, bringing the cube to his lips, taking a small sip only this time. He looked back to that corner, just watching the other mech work absently. Prowl, unlike him, rarely interacted with other mechs outside of their official duties, sometimes Jazz wondered if the tactician felt lonely as well.
As if he could feel the optics looking at him, Prowl looked up straight on Jazz's direction, holding his gaze with the saboteur's. For a while they just stared at each other, until Prowl quirked the corner of his mouth in an almost imperceptible smile. Door wings twitched just a little as the tactician gestured the seat next to him in invitation.
Jazz barely realized the moment his body reacted almost on its own accord, suddenly finding himself striding towards the tactician's table. He knew, though, he was tired of being alone, it was time to tear down the walls he built around himself, and hope that maybe the other mech would want to cross the line left by the falling walls of his lonely life.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Wasted Time.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Blaster x Soundwave.
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Ravage, Ratbat.
Prompt: "'Cause I've been blind. Oh, so blind. I wasted time Wasted, wasted, all too much time."
Ravage would have growled if he had the strength to do so, trying to warn the Autobot to stay away from his creator. He fought off the weakness that kept him propped on the ground, trying to ignore the pain, and the leaking energon coming from only Primus knew what part of his frame, but in the end he was just too weak to move.
"It's all right. I won't warm him," Blaster murmured without looking back at Ravage, carefully, tenderly digging Soundwave's body from under the rubble.
Ravage merely grunted unhappily, frustrated with his inability to protect Soundwave, even though he was certain Blaster would stay true to his words and no harm would befall his creator. The weakened cassette turned to look back at his youngest brother, Ratbat. All but a sparkling compared to himself, the little bat cassette was leaking just as he did, forced into stasis lock to preserve his spark.
"I'll be there in a moment." Blaster assured once he laid Soundwave into a nearby block of abandoned structures. Much to Ravage's chagrin, he was forced to accept the help of his creator's rival... and once lover. It felt so odd to admit to himself what Blaster once meant for Soundwave. What he still meant for the Decepticon, despite how well he hid it, how deeply he buried the feelings he had for the mech.
Careful and gentle hands picked his weakened body, cradling him against his chest plates as he carried him to Soundwave, quickly beginning to patch up his injuries and the leaking energon line to keep him online.
Ravage flinched when he felt the psychic link with Soundwave bursting to life once again, knowing the other mech was now online. Soundwave made no movement, watching Blaster pick Ratbat, setting him down next to Ravage and beginning to try to repair what damage he could patch up.
Soundwave watched in silence the tender side Blaster didn't use often with other mechs. The care he had while handling creations that not only were not his own, but were his enemies. Memories of happier times, together, caring for Ravage and Laserbeak together. The times when they laughed, when they held each other in a comforting embrace, the passion brewing between them both.
And then came the memories of the fights, the arguments over what side was right in the growing conflict, the painful separation, and the growing rivalry between them both. Love was pushed aside to give room to ideals. Soundwave wondered where those ideals led him to. What was left of the glorious future he believed justified the crude methods Megatron employed? What was left of the dreams he placed above his love for Blaster? What was left now of that wasted time?
Ravage bumped his nose gently against his creator's leg, feeling his growing regret. Soundwave did not speak, did not move.
'I've been so blind.'
Ravage could do nothing more than nuzzle Soundwave's leg comfortingly. Against his better judgment, Ravage hoped maybe it was not too late to make amends.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Masquerade.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Optimus Prime x Starscream.
Characters: Starscream, Optimus Prime, Thundercracker, Skywarp.
Prompt: "Baby, I wish you'd help me escape. Help me get away. Leave me outside my address. Far away from this masquerade.
"Take him away," Thundercracker thrust the beaten body of the blue, white and red seeker into the arms of the Autobot leader.
"What is the meaning of this?" Optimus Prime cast a quick, wary glance at the offline Decepticon air commander, fearing this to be a trap.
"What does it look like?" Skywarp spat angrily, obviously unhappy with what they were doing. "That fool is going to get himself killed the longer he stays with the Decepticons."
"Megatron won't be merciful with him much longer," Thundercracker explained a little more evenly. "You are his only chance of survival now. We entrust him to you."
Prime looked back at Starscream's face plates once more, marred and dented, courtesy of what he was sure were Megatron's 'mercies' delivered after the latest act of rebellion of the ambitious seeker. His spark ached for him. He had long desired to bring Starscream to his side, to take his unlikely lover with him, away from Megatron's clutches, but this was definitely not the way he hoped it would happen.
"What about you two?" Prime held the unconscious mech closer to him, cradling him in a protective manner against his chest plates. Skywarp frowned, lip components pressed into a tight line of disapproval --It was evident he didn't approve nor appreciate Starscream's relationship with the Prime.
"We're going back to he Nemesis." Skywarp replied.
"But if you go back, Megatron will punish you."
"We have nowhere else to go." Thundercracker countered, raising a hand to silence the other mech before Prime could even talk. "We cannot go with you. It's not our place."
"We're only letting you take Starscream because you're the only one who can keep him safe anymore." Skywarp crossed his arms over his chest, making no attempt to hide his displeasure with the situation. "The slagger pushed Megatron's buttons for too long, and things will not be getting any better if he remains with the Decepticons."
Thundercracker cast a last glance at Starscream, knowing all too well this would be the last time he'd see his brother. He wanted to follow, yes, but he knew Skywarp needed him more than Starscream did. After all Starscream had the prime to help him out, to take him away from the Decepticons, and the pitiful masquerade their cause had become.
"Take care of him." With that said, both seekers turned around and launched themselves to the sky, transforming to fly away, knowing they would never be with Starscream again.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Tearing Down The Walls.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Hound x Mirage.
Characters: Mirage, Hound, OC Axalon.
Prompt: "I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theatre. Let me out, let me out.
A jeweled cage of fine and rare metals and crystals. That was what his home at the towers was. Axalon's beautiful child, whom had it all and at the same time had nothing at all.
Mirage sat next to his creator's seat in one of the balconies of their home, their precious golden cage, watching the military parade as the troops marched into the Towers, presenting themselves before the elite they served.
Mirage dared a quick glance around him, watching many more noble mechs and femmes sitting in their balconies, watching the parade, all like precious pets exhibited before one another, being judged at every klick with the ruthless, critic optic of the elders and heads of each family, trying to pin point the weakest link in the chain, bring it down and move a step further into the social ladder.
A jungle decorated in precious and ostentatious materials, with inhabitants crafted with elegance, wrapped in luxurious materials, yet they were the most vicious beasts anyone could ever find in Cybertron. Beautiful, finely crafted facial plates that would not think twice to stain with the energon of the fallen. Mechs and femmes that would devour one another in order to climb up further up, hoping for more power, more possessions.
But Mirage knew, he knew the world he lived in. He knew himself an exotic pet living in his luxurious prison. Yet, as he peered down at the mechs marching and saluting across the streets below their frivolous balconies, that down there, among the commoners, a mech managed to crack the walls of his cage. The thought was both frightening and exhilarating. He was afraid of tearing down the cracked walls and step into a world much different from his own, but the simple brush of that mech's hand against his own made him feel more alive than he ever had in his whole life.
The smile of the mech that now saluted and marched before his own balcony, coaxed him a little further away from the case with every passing orn, inviting him to tear down the walls, and run fearlessly into the unknown.
This is a series of drabbles based in specific lyrics of one song, applying them to different pairings/characters to see what I could come up with. nkfloofiepoof helped me select some of the pairings and assigned the lyrics I gave her. These aren't exactly made of awesome and win, but eeh... it's an experiment anyway.
The Song in question: The Show Must Go On - By Three Dog Night.
Title: The Show Must Go On - Lonely Life.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Hinted Prowl x Jazz.
Characters: Mirage, Jazz, Prowl.
Prompt: "Baby, although I chose this lonely life It seems it's stranglin' me now."
"It's the life we chose." Jazz muttered, downing the contents of his cube of high grade in one gulp.
"No, it's not," Mirage countered, tracing a black digit along the edge of his own, barely touched cube. "It's the life we were forced into. The life our abilities forced us to lead in this conflict."
"We accepted it, though. We chose willingly ta join the ranks an' become part of special operations." The saboteur reached for a second cube, drinking its contents as fast as he did the first.
"A path you now regret," Mirage said pointedly, watching his team leader reach for a third cube, frowning.
"I don't regret what I do." Jazz corrected quickly, looking around casually. His optics stopped for a moment on the corner where another black and white mech nursed his own cube of energon, going through the files in a pad, completely isolated from the other groups of mechs enjoying some energon or high grade of their own.
Mirage did not miss a beat, even as Jazz looked away from Prowl to continue looking around the room. "Yet this life is strangling you."
Jazz turned back to look at his team mate. "What?"
"You're tired, Jazz." The blue and white mech spoke softly, obvious concern slipping in his tone. "You're tired of the loneliness you've imposed over yourself."
Jazz quirked an optic ridge behind the visor.
"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about." Mirage frowned again. "You know very well although you surround yourself with many mechs --that have so many friends, you feel lonely. You're surrounded of mechs, yet feel alone because nobody can come closer. Not even your teammates."
Jazz smiled bitterly, grabbing a fourth cube of high grade. "Ain't that the truth." the saboteur played with his cube, casting a quick glance back to that corner in the room. "NOthin' I can do 'bout it, though. I'm the fraggin' head of special operations, you know what that entails, Mirage."
Mirage shrugged and stood, moving aside to leave. "It doesn't mean you have to be completely alone. Not when there's someone you want to share yourself with." the spy squeezed Jazz's shoulder as he passed by, leaving the room.
Jazz heaved a sigh, bringing the cube to his lips, taking a small sip only this time. He looked back to that corner, just watching the other mech work absently. Prowl, unlike him, rarely interacted with other mechs outside of their official duties, sometimes Jazz wondered if the tactician felt lonely as well.
As if he could feel the optics looking at him, Prowl looked up straight on Jazz's direction, holding his gaze with the saboteur's. For a while they just stared at each other, until Prowl quirked the corner of his mouth in an almost imperceptible smile. Door wings twitched just a little as the tactician gestured the seat next to him in invitation.
Jazz barely realized the moment his body reacted almost on its own accord, suddenly finding himself striding towards the tactician's table. He knew, though, he was tired of being alone, it was time to tear down the walls he built around himself, and hope that maybe the other mech would want to cross the line left by the falling walls of his lonely life.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Wasted Time.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Blaster x Soundwave.
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Ravage, Ratbat.
Prompt: "'Cause I've been blind. Oh, so blind. I wasted time Wasted, wasted, all too much time."
Ravage would have growled if he had the strength to do so, trying to warn the Autobot to stay away from his creator. He fought off the weakness that kept him propped on the ground, trying to ignore the pain, and the leaking energon coming from only Primus knew what part of his frame, but in the end he was just too weak to move.
"It's all right. I won't warm him," Blaster murmured without looking back at Ravage, carefully, tenderly digging Soundwave's body from under the rubble.
Ravage merely grunted unhappily, frustrated with his inability to protect Soundwave, even though he was certain Blaster would stay true to his words and no harm would befall his creator. The weakened cassette turned to look back at his youngest brother, Ratbat. All but a sparkling compared to himself, the little bat cassette was leaking just as he did, forced into stasis lock to preserve his spark.
"I'll be there in a moment." Blaster assured once he laid Soundwave into a nearby block of abandoned structures. Much to Ravage's chagrin, he was forced to accept the help of his creator's rival... and once lover. It felt so odd to admit to himself what Blaster once meant for Soundwave. What he still meant for the Decepticon, despite how well he hid it, how deeply he buried the feelings he had for the mech.
Careful and gentle hands picked his weakened body, cradling him against his chest plates as he carried him to Soundwave, quickly beginning to patch up his injuries and the leaking energon line to keep him online.
Ravage flinched when he felt the psychic link with Soundwave bursting to life once again, knowing the other mech was now online. Soundwave made no movement, watching Blaster pick Ratbat, setting him down next to Ravage and beginning to try to repair what damage he could patch up.
Soundwave watched in silence the tender side Blaster didn't use often with other mechs. The care he had while handling creations that not only were not his own, but were his enemies. Memories of happier times, together, caring for Ravage and Laserbeak together. The times when they laughed, when they held each other in a comforting embrace, the passion brewing between them both.
And then came the memories of the fights, the arguments over what side was right in the growing conflict, the painful separation, and the growing rivalry between them both. Love was pushed aside to give room to ideals. Soundwave wondered where those ideals led him to. What was left of the glorious future he believed justified the crude methods Megatron employed? What was left of the dreams he placed above his love for Blaster? What was left now of that wasted time?
Ravage bumped his nose gently against his creator's leg, feeling his growing regret. Soundwave did not speak, did not move.
'I've been so blind.'
Ravage could do nothing more than nuzzle Soundwave's leg comfortingly. Against his better judgment, Ravage hoped maybe it was not too late to make amends.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Masquerade.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Optimus Prime x Starscream.
Characters: Starscream, Optimus Prime, Thundercracker, Skywarp.
Prompt: "Baby, I wish you'd help me escape. Help me get away. Leave me outside my address. Far away from this masquerade.
"Take him away," Thundercracker thrust the beaten body of the blue, white and red seeker into the arms of the Autobot leader.
"What is the meaning of this?" Optimus Prime cast a quick, wary glance at the offline Decepticon air commander, fearing this to be a trap.
"What does it look like?" Skywarp spat angrily, obviously unhappy with what they were doing. "That fool is going to get himself killed the longer he stays with the Decepticons."
"Megatron won't be merciful with him much longer," Thundercracker explained a little more evenly. "You are his only chance of survival now. We entrust him to you."
Prime looked back at Starscream's face plates once more, marred and dented, courtesy of what he was sure were Megatron's 'mercies' delivered after the latest act of rebellion of the ambitious seeker. His spark ached for him. He had long desired to bring Starscream to his side, to take his unlikely lover with him, away from Megatron's clutches, but this was definitely not the way he hoped it would happen.
"What about you two?" Prime held the unconscious mech closer to him, cradling him in a protective manner against his chest plates. Skywarp frowned, lip components pressed into a tight line of disapproval --It was evident he didn't approve nor appreciate Starscream's relationship with the Prime.
"We're going back to he Nemesis." Skywarp replied.
"But if you go back, Megatron will punish you."
"We have nowhere else to go." Thundercracker countered, raising a hand to silence the other mech before Prime could even talk. "We cannot go with you. It's not our place."
"We're only letting you take Starscream because you're the only one who can keep him safe anymore." Skywarp crossed his arms over his chest, making no attempt to hide his displeasure with the situation. "The slagger pushed Megatron's buttons for too long, and things will not be getting any better if he remains with the Decepticons."
Thundercracker cast a last glance at Starscream, knowing all too well this would be the last time he'd see his brother. He wanted to follow, yes, but he knew Skywarp needed him more than Starscream did. After all Starscream had the prime to help him out, to take him away from the Decepticons, and the pitiful masquerade their cause had become.
"Take care of him." With that said, both seekers turned around and launched themselves to the sky, transforming to fly away, knowing they would never be with Starscream again.
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Title: The Show Must Go On - Tearing Down The Walls.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angstyness.
Pairings: Hound x Mirage.
Characters: Mirage, Hound, OC Axalon.
Prompt: "I wish maybe they'd tear down the walls of this theatre. Let me out, let me out.
A jeweled cage of fine and rare metals and crystals. That was what his home at the towers was. Axalon's beautiful child, whom had it all and at the same time had nothing at all.
Mirage sat next to his creator's seat in one of the balconies of their home, their precious golden cage, watching the military parade as the troops marched into the Towers, presenting themselves before the elite they served.
Mirage dared a quick glance around him, watching many more noble mechs and femmes sitting in their balconies, watching the parade, all like precious pets exhibited before one another, being judged at every klick with the ruthless, critic optic of the elders and heads of each family, trying to pin point the weakest link in the chain, bring it down and move a step further into the social ladder.
A jungle decorated in precious and ostentatious materials, with inhabitants crafted with elegance, wrapped in luxurious materials, yet they were the most vicious beasts anyone could ever find in Cybertron. Beautiful, finely crafted facial plates that would not think twice to stain with the energon of the fallen. Mechs and femmes that would devour one another in order to climb up further up, hoping for more power, more possessions.
But Mirage knew, he knew the world he lived in. He knew himself an exotic pet living in his luxurious prison. Yet, as he peered down at the mechs marching and saluting across the streets below their frivolous balconies, that down there, among the commoners, a mech managed to crack the walls of his cage. The thought was both frightening and exhilarating. He was afraid of tearing down the cracked walls and step into a world much different from his own, but the simple brush of that mech's hand against his own made him feel more alive than he ever had in his whole life.
The smile of the mech that now saluted and marched before his own balcony, coaxed him a little further away from the case with every passing orn, inviting him to tear down the walls, and run fearlessly into the unknown.