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Snoopy vs. The Red Baron by the Royal Guardsmen
Hotrod never wanted to be Prime. If anyone had asked him, he’d have told them his life goals included winning over Arcee, beating Blurr, and other trivial challenges. He never processed that one day HE would replace Optimus Prime. Not only replace the much beloved leader, but also wield the Matrix of Leadership and defeat Unicron as Rodimus Prime. He never wanted it, but he’d be fragged if he would give it up easy.
Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry
Prowl gave up.
It took a lot to get the second in command to admit defeat, it really did. With a sigh, he surrendered to the inevitable and let his battle computer crash. He had tolerated the ninja episode, the Speed Racer episode, and so many others. He just couldn’t take this one. Jazz didn’t seem to mind, but then, Jazz never minded when music blasted through the Ark.
On the one bright side, Prowl discovered something very valuable that day. Even as his computer crashed, the tactician realized that he really truly, without a doubt hated fragging human disco. Unfortunately, the twins had figured that out.
Dead of Alive by Bon Jovi
(By the Grace of Primus verse)
The night wind rushed past the open windows as Jack roared down the deserted road. The stars and half moon in the perfectly clear sky above lit the open road and bleached the wheat fields on either side pure white. In his back seat, Grace slept peacefully. The exiled Autobot didn’t know if he could ever express to her how much gratitude he felt towards her. With a moments notice, she had willingly walked away from her life and family to go with him to source of Optimus Prime’s signal. He couldn’t help but process that the young human woman possessed more bravery than the entire Autobot army at its maximum strength.
Wild Angels by Martina McBride
Arcee smirked at Springer over the console that currently held the majority of her attention. He could only give her a stupid grin in response; he knew what that look meant. It meant she felt happy: happy with life, happy with him, and just generally in a positive mood. He grinned like a moron because he knew that if she felt this happy now, she would be ecstatically happy later. He could guarantee it.
Silver Surfer Theme from Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer
It was hard not to feel the pride well up in your spark chamber when you saw Iacon for the first time. I dare any Cybertronian to even try to say anything to the contrary. There was a reason the place was the capital of the planet, and not just because it was on top of the world. That city could only be described as the crown jewel of the Cybertron. The amount of knowledge and power that flowed through that place like Energon through your veins could never be duplicated. Any attempts would only result in shallow imitations, blatantly fake next to the unparalleled wonder of the city.
Castles in the Sky by DJ Satomi
(Okamichan’s Sticky Situations verse)
Stardust danced for the packed room with a certain kind of urgency and energy she never possessed in the Iacon Prestige. For the first time in her life, she danced simply as she wanted to, doing only what she felt the music instructed her to do. It felt wonderful. While the rest of Cybertron fell apart under the horrors of war, her life had finally started coming together. She only hoped she would be able to hold onto the freedom she finally grasped once the war ended. One way or another she would try.
Slide by The Goo Goo Dolls
Hound looked over at Bluestreak quietly recharging on the berth next to him. No would said the gray Datsun was a perfect mech, not by a long shot, but he possessed something special the tracker couldn’t quite name. Something that got him seeing past the constant chattering and faults, but he just didn’t know what. No, the gunner hadn’t seen as many vorns as most of the Autobot army, but he had the spark for it. The green mech smiled softly and lay back down beside him.
Naked Eye by Luscious Jackson
Tracks always knew he belonged to a higher class, even if others didn’t see it. Ultra Magnus treated him as an equal, something Sunstreaker never did. Would he have preferred to formally break things off with the melee fighter before hooking up with the commanding officer? Yes. But the yellow mech’s missions had kept him away for cycles already. There would plenty of time to tell him when he got back. He almost felt guilty. Almost. He heard the rumors that his now former lover’s twin’s lover had run off with one of the femmes. Whenever the twins got back there would be the Pit to pay all the way around. As Tracks pinged Ultra Magnus’ door, and got the door slid open, he found he didn’t really care.
The Gravel Road (from The Village)
Arcee always felt her spark sink into her holding tanks whenever the comm came in that one of their teams had taken on fire. She always feared that one of them wouldn’t come back to her. On top of the fear there was also the guilt. She had let them go, once again, without telling either one what she felt for them. She honestly didn’t know how to go about it. That wasn’t true and she knew it. Springer already knew, intimately, what she felt for him. Her feelings for the other were the problem. She knew Hot Rod wanted her. She had felt his optics on her every time she entered the same room. She wished he would stop beating around the asteroid and just say something.
Give a Little Love by Shanadoo
He hated sand. He really did. Beachcomber had insisted on taking their patrol down to the shore and he had grudgingly agreed. He wouldn’t admit to anyone that maybe, just maybe, the delight in the blue and white mech’s optics made every gritty, annoying grain of sand currently working its way into his gears and stripping his wires completely worth it.
“Isn’t this great?” Beachcomber transmitted over the comm.
“Sure is.” If such a small thing made the other mech so happy, who was he to complain?
Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood
Sideswipe grinned like a moron (which really wasn’t a deviation from the normal) as he strode into the rec room. He glanced over at the mechs and femmes on one side of the room that he’d already hit, and then sent a sweeping look over the dwindling group that he hadn’t yet gotten into his berth. He carefully evaluated each one without looking like he was doing just that, and finally picked his target. Filling two cubes of Energon, the mech sauntered over to the group and ever so subtly maneuvered the mech of his choice away from the crowd. He got him into the corner closest to the door (for a quiet exit) and offered the cube while starting to whisper softly. All he could think? “Frag, I’m good.”
Shed My Skin by Alter Bridge
Sideswipe wished he could express his pain like his twin did. No thought it strange when the golden mech destroyed a beautiful painting in its final stages, or destroyed the table in their room, or beating a training drone into pieces. He felt like his twin had taken all the good anger vents and made them his own. If the red twin started doing any of those things, they’d tie him up and throw him at Ratchet for a processor diagnostic. Only in times like these did Sideswipe almost hated his twin. He wanted to destroy something, screaming his rage and feelings of betrayal, but he didn’t. It just wasn’t him. Instead, he just stared into the bottomless depths of his Energon cube and prayed to Primus that he never had to see Bumblebee with her.
Kain’s Theme (from The Legacy of Kain)
Shockwave never perceived himself as a deity. He just happened to have the power to methodically and logically bring every power in the universe to its knees. Not even Megatron was safe from the plotting mind of Shockwave.
Thinking Over By Dana Glover
He had rendered her absolutely speechless.
She had managed to buy herself some time, and currently stared out a view port. She watched the stars fly past, searching for the answer within the bright lights. She never expected Hot Rod to ask her first. She had pegged Springer to ask her, he’d even subtly managed to find out if she would even agree. The pink and white femme rested her helm against the cold, smooth surface and cut her optics. She didn’t want to have to choose between the two most important mechs in her life. She had an idea to get around that problem, but she didn’t know if either one of them would go for it.
Hit the Road Jack by Buster Poindexter
“What did you do?” Bluestreak asked, his mouth gaping open.
“Shut it, Blue.” Sunstreaker growled savagely. He glanced back at the gunner before resuming scrubbing his faceplates. Whoever the yellow mech had pissed off, they’d left a nasty streak of magenta across his face.
The Datsun tried to hide a grin as he realized exactly where he’d seen that particular shade of pink.