About Me (?)

Hi,

Call me Chaos, go by he/they pronouns and am at level 21 in this game called life. Figured to write a lil thing to help understand what to expect...honestly, I don't even know anymore, I am just going with the flow here! ^^'

Although, most stuff will be stuff I've written whether it be things for hyper fixations or things just for the hell of it, because why the hell not. May or may not make sense here, as I am quite the jumper when it comes to certain tasks (adhd go brrrrrrrrr) and proper grammar be damned apparently but this is really just gonna be a chill place where I vent my writing spirit and I will try to do my best at keeping organized...although I do not know how to work this thing so yay! Learning!

Anyways, if ya read this, thanks and have a wonderful day/night/timezone! ^^

Far Above the World- Skystar

Here it is @njere! Thank you for letting me write a little story! Hope ya like it!

Over one hundred thousand miles above the world, surrounded by the vast spans of space, Starscream could only stare in awe. Watching as the sun slowly rose over the horizon of the world so far below them, wrapped in a blanket of inky black and dotted with sparkling stars. It was a sight he never once thought to witness or care about, especially from where he was, floating far above the surface.

Distracted, Starscream's gaze remained on the beautiful colors, his crimson optics widening slightly at the serenity of it all. He had found peace amongst the stars, no more war, no more bloodshed just him with the stars. Taking the opportunity, Skyfire came to the other's side and admired the softness in his expression, wishing he could see it more often. The usually arrogant and selfish jet was now something softer and tender, the expression on his face being sweet and somewhat innocent.

Gently taking a servo, Skyfire pulled Starscream closer, wrapping an arm around the other as they floated through space. They were forced to be rivals on the ground, fighting until one side reigned victorious over the other, but here, in their little bubble in the sky, they could just be. Leaning over slightly, Skyfire whispered to his star, his low timbre being tender murmurs to not ruin the tranquility. "Beautiful, isn't it, Screamer?"

"I swear if you dare utter a cringy, overused pickup line, I'm leaving," Starscream whispered back. His red optics glanced up at the Autobot scientist though despite threatening the other, there was no bite to his words. If anything, the words were a simple tease, something both knew as Skyfire only chuckled as he pulled Starscream closer and nuzzled their helms together.

"Fine, no cheesy pick-up line...but you are beautiful, you won't stop me from saying that, at least." To make sure Starscream couldn't argue, Skyfire gave a playful smirk before capturing the Seeker in a kiss. It had surprised him, at first, but Starscream eventually relaxed and closed his optics, giving the same energy into the kiss as Skyfire did with an arm wrapping around Skyfire's neck to bring him in closer. After a moment, the two pulled away slightly and smiled at one another before continuing to float, whispering sweet nothings as they took a moment to admire the world so far below and the stars which glittered all around them.

While they were to be enemies on the ground, the two could just be up in their small bubble, far above the world. Shining like the stars around them.

Therapy with Rung

The office was homey, the lights a soft golden hue, the colors were neutral, and the walls had a few shelves holding ship miniatures. Along one wall was a berth for patients to lie on as the appointment progressed and beside it, sat Rung in his chair, data pad in his servo. Looking up, the psychiatrist would smile kindly, motioning to the berth with a welcoming and open gesture. "Please, take a seat." He'd say kindly before offering the tray of energon snacks and something to drink.

Giving a minute or two for adjusting, Rung would turn his attention to the data pad before looking back up, crossing one leg over the other. "Before we begin, I'd like to thank you for joining me for this appointment, I feel like this may be something you'd need to hear," speaking softly, Rung was polite and kind. Remaining professional yet casual, knowing how to connect with patients so they knew they were being heard and cared for.

"The data pad shows some recent events so how are you? No, I'm not asking for the mask you have put in place, but for you beneath it, you do not have to hide here. So, talk to me, friend." Rung said with a reassuring smile, giving a moment to answer, listening intently as he took a few notes and nodded along.

It did not matter how much was shared; or for how long, but that it was all being said, that it was no longer bottled up inside. Through it all, Rung listened calmly, smiling reassuringly, even if the appointment was a check-up he still wanted to make sure everything came out and the tension dampened some.

In the end, he gave a few extra energon snacks for the road with a smile before giving a tight hug. "It will all be okay, even if it may not seem like it now, it will all be clearer after the storm clouds dissipate. You are doing amazing and I couldn't be prouder, just try and keep that helm up...okay?"

With that, you were free to go, the appointment over with one last hug and a quick reminder to take breaks: to not overwork, to take care of yourself.

How You Make Me Feel- Skystar

It had been years since they last saw each other, years since they last smiled together, and years since they felt each other's EM fields. Before the war, they had been inseparable, off going who knows where for their scientific studies. But when coming across that dreaded storm, they soon lost track of each other, losing the comfort the other brought.

Without Skyfire there to help ground him, being the voice of reason for Starscream's ambitious self, the Seeker became more agitated; often being roughly put in place due to overstepping. And his ambitions seemed to only grow further into selfish desires, furthering the tensions between him and his Decepticon teammates. Without Skyfire being his grounding force, Starscream's processor was sky-high, shooting for every star in the galaxy even if it posed a danger to his wellbeing.

As a troop of Decepticons was stationed in the Arctic Circle, draining the Earth's heat for energon cubes, they stumbled across another Cybertronian. Buried in the snow and frozen over, Starscream thought the mech was familiar, having believed he'd seen the white frame with red and blue lining before but didn't think too much about it. Gathering the energon cubes as Megatron ordered, Starscream froze after a moment, feeling it first before hearing that familiar voice.

It was enough to make his own EM field spike, feeling the faint yet still recognizable field of someone he had long since thought he had lost. Slowly turning, Starscream's optics widened as they landed on the large mech, now thawed out and moving as he spoke with the other 'Cons. Taking a step closer, hesitant and uncertain for once, Starscream waited with bated breath as if disbelieving it was him. Finally, he came back, after all these years.

And it seemed the large mech picked up on the spiking and frazzled EM field as his blue optics turned to look curiously at Starscream, widening slightly in surprise before softening exponentially, matching the smile that pulled slightly at his lips. Standing, the large mech took a step closer to the Seeker, standing much taller than Starscream but neither focused on the differences. No, they focused on the feeling of their EM fields colliding once more, a feeling they hadn't felt in years.

"Skyfire," Starscream whispered weakly, his once confident voice now feeble and quiet, hesitant even. It had been so long since he'd uttered the name, had been so long since he'd seen that easy-going smile. Before he could speak again, Skyfire wrapped his arms around Starscream, holding the jet tightly. Unused to physical touch that wasn't violent in nature, Starscream stiffened, overwhelmed by both the EM fields and the gentleness of being held like this. But, before he could allow himself to enjoy it, Starscream noticed the gazes of the other Decepticons and pushed Skyfire away, refusing to look weak...even if it hurt him inside to push away the mech he had secretly longed to see again.

While Skyfire worked with the Decepticons, Starscream showed he was no longer the scientist the gentle giant knew, having grown colder over the years. It confused him, greatly. Starscream acted aloof and superior, yet Skyfire could easily pick up the longing in his EM field, making him question the best way to approach the one he used to adore. But before he could question Starscream in private, a skirmish broke out between the Autobots and Decepticons, one which ended with Starscream pointing his blaster at Skyfire.

"Star...don't, it doesn't ha-" A shot cut off Skyfire, the impact of the blaster nailing the mech in the chassis making him fall back slightly, his optics wide as he looked up at Starscream. Watching the smoke trail from the blaster's muzzle while the smoke from his wounded chassis blew in the breeze. But the pain was not as bad as the betrayal he felt as Starscream turned and left with the other Decepticons. Sure, Starscream had been colder than before, acting far more superior than he used to in their shared past but Skyfire had been so certain that there was more in his EM fields...perhaps, if he had reached out, had kept him in his arms, would Starscream have returned to him?

Could he have been able to reach the Starscream he used to know? The question rattled in Skyfire's processor for a while, the need to reach out to the Seeker growing with each face-off between the two. And with each face-off, Skyfire never gave up on trying to reach out to Starscream, trying to reach the mech he knew was locked deep inside. Reaching out with open arms and EM field, Skyfire did his damn best but no matter what, Starscream was always just a step out of reach.

The truth of the situation only comes to light when the final battle between the two factions in the Arctic, where Skyfire begs Starscream to let him in. To let him hold him once more, to feel their EM fields combined one last time. And it seemed to work as Starscream's aim began to shift, his arm trembling as he fought with himself. The warring sides in his processor caused tears to prick his crimson optics, growing louder with each step Skyfire took toward him.

"Don't," Starscream commanded, voice rough from trying to speak around the lump in his voice box.

"Why not? Star, we don't have to do this...come back with me, come back to me." Skyfire murmured softly, his helm tilting to the side as he stood right in front of Starscream. The smaller mech was just within reach, so close yet not close enough; his EM field envelops Starscream's, providing comfort. "I feel you, Star, I know you don't want this either."

Hesitant, Starscream looked up at Skyfire, tears falling from his optics while his arm lowered. Overwhelmed and stressed from the warring emotions, Starscream stiffened when Skyfire held him once more, wanting to melt in the gentleness but held back even now. "And I feel you," Starscream whispered, small and quiet, contrasting his usual confident and arrogant self. "But I can't."

Before Skyfire could ask for clarification, a piercing pain in his midsection caught his attention, making him stagger slightly. Raising a servo to the wound, Skyfire found his digits poking into a hole that had been blasted into his side, the realization making his own tears fall along his pained expression. Falling to his knees, pained and disbelieving blue optics stared wide at Starscream, watching as he lowered his arm with the blaster still smoking from firing the shot.

The last thing Skyfire saw before passing out was the Seeker's pained faceplate, the warring emotions within the crimson optics, and the tears that fell. And it was the last time in a while that he'd feel the EM field of the mech he had missed. The realization that he'd never get Starscream back was the last thought before his optics closed as he fell unconscious.

Of Friends and Foes- Jazzprowl

Here it is @fallisl1fe! Hope I was able to write an accurate depiction of that awesome idea of cryptid Jazz!

Prowl and a team he picked out had captured a group of Decepticons, they were clearly recruits. When Prowl and his team came across them out in the field, their aim was off, and their movements clumsy; arresting them was much easier than normal. For Primus' sake, some even immediately fell to their knee joints, begging for mercy as their weapons dropped to the ground.

As Prowl led the prisoner 'Cons away, his team stumbled across a scattered Decepticon squad, another bunch of amateurs. But like a couple in the first arrested squad, these guys were terrified, optics wide and servos shaking. Having seen something that spooked the opposing side's recruits into immediate surrender.

Luckily, the recruits didn't fight much and obediently followed orders, huddling together in cells while awaiting further notice once the team returned to base. While guarding the prisoners, Prowl could pick up on their hushed murmurs and curiously listened, his processor running through the information provided. The murmurs told a story of a figure, incybertronian in both appearance and nature.

A creature fast yet nonchalant in movements, one which was only seen right before it was too late with survivors of its attacks only able to share the shining blue which hid its features. A creature that was one with the shadows, striking only at the right time. Before Prowl could question, a chuckle came from the far corner of the room, sending the prisoners into an even more terrified state. A chuckle which even made Prowl shiver in unease.

"Well, how sweet, I'm honored to be seen in such a way," a familiar voice spoke out before the mech stepped out from his spot, one whose blue visor was all that was visible. Having moved into the light, Jazz showed himself, smiling playfully as he walked to Prowl. Though the prisoners only cowered in their huddles, terrified the cryptid was right before them, the bars being the only thing keeping Jazz out.

Realizing the situation, Prowl sighed and looked pointedly at Jazz. "You can't play with our enemies, you're not Bat-Mech, Jazz."

Although Jazz only shrugged, his smile turning into a devious smirk, not the one bit apologetic for sparking fear in the heart of the new Decepticons. Ever since Jazz got a hold of Bumblebee's stash of comic pads, it was like he had been trying to act like some of the caped heroes when out on missions. Even encouraging Bumblebee to do the same. It was as silly as it was slightly endearing for Prowl to witness.

Though both knew Prowl wouldn't make a move to stop Jazz, having encouraged the idea before as a means of stopping new recruits from joining the Decepticon forces. No, if anything, both knew there was a reward for Jazz waiting for a job well done. After all, the number of recruits joining the 'Cons had started going down when the cryptid stuff started so...what's the harm in continuing something proven to work?

Who knows, perhaps Jazz could convince Prowl to become a dynamic duo? Time will just have to tell.

Kisses and Bananas- Blitztrain

Alright, hope I did this properly! 'tis for @steelthroat from their comic of Astro and Blitz!

While some were put off by Blitzwing's fluctuations, with a few finding it hard to talk with them due to their split personalities; Astrotrain couldn't help but find it a bit endearing. Loving each side the other 'Con had.

On a night when the Decepticon troops were able to relax, Astrotrain thought it would be a nice treat to take a break at the nearby bar. Though, as the triple former entered, he didn't expect to see Blitzwing alone at the counter, nursing a shot. Seeing the frown on the other's lips, Astrotrain approached. "This seat taken?" He'd ask, voice low and gruff but holding a hint of gentleness.

Blitzwing only gave a grunt, motioning for Astrotrain to take the seat. He had just been chewed out for his 'hot-headedness' by Starscream so Blitz wasn't in the best of moods. To counter this, Astrotrain began to talk. The topics ranged but he'd occasionally manage to get a smile or a small, amused scoff out of Blitz. Slowly but surely, Astrotrain was able to get Blitzwing to relax; getting the other to let go of the tension in his frame.

As the two chatted, the shots continued coming, both of their speeches beginning to slur just slightly and making their laughter grow that much louder. As Blitzwing began to go on a ramble of what happened, Astrotrain moved unconsciously closer, taking a moment to admire the other triple former. Admiring how the grey and purple of his frame was highlighted by the bar's low lighting.

Continuing to listen, Astrotrain leaned against the counter, almost caging Blitzwing but still giving a little space for Blitzwing to move comfortably. The jet and tank triple former was aware of the shrinking space between him and Astrotrain but didn't comment. After all, he returned Astrotrain's feelings but was waiting for him to make the first move.

A few more shots later, and the space between them was practically nonexistent. With Blitzwing against the counter and Astrtrain in front of him, one hand holding his shot while the other rested on the bar counter. They could feel the buzz from their EM fields, feel the heat from the other's frames.

But as Astrotrain leaned in just slightly, his optics glancing between Blitzwing's lips and optics, the other spoke, catching Astrotrain off guard.

"Is that a banana?" Blitzwing asked softly, helm tilting to the side.

Stunned, Astrotrain had to take a moment to process the question. "Banana?" He'd ask, optics narrowing.

Blitzwing giggled softly before pointing at Astrotrain's crest on his helm, repeating 'banana' with a laugh. Realizing Blitzwing was tipsy, Astrotrain chuckled and shook his helm before paying the tab and picked up Blitzwing; carrying the other out of the bar. Perhaps he wouldn't be able to have that kiss, but he wasn't going to complain when he was able to help Blitwing through his inebriated state.

The Silly and the Serious- Jazzprowl

Used @promptsforthestrugglingauthor's prompt #3009, if y'all like writing, highly suggest looking at their stuff for inspiration!

"You can't be serious," Prowl muttered, attempting to hold back a groan.

He had been gone for roughly a minute, just one minute, having needed to retrieve something, and returned to see Jazz holding a box of ten puppies. His smile was bright and his door wings fluttered almost in time with the wagging of the puppy tails. How the other got his hands on a box of puppies was beyond Prowl, especially considering it had only been one minute of his absence.

"I would never pretend to be serious. I enjoy being silly and whimsical far too much for that." Prowl only sighed when Jazz responded with that, unable to deny the accuracy of the statement. Instead, the secret softie walked over and gently pet the heads of each puppy, a very slight smile pulling at his lips. A smile that proved to Jazz that he was slowly winning over Prowl.

"You realize, we will need to keep a close eye on these tiny things, right?" Prowl asked, a light warmth to his usual matter-of-fact tone.

Jazz was about to respond, opening his mouth to say something about how it would be fine, before letting out a surprised squeak as one of the puppies jumped out of the box and zoomed off. Both startled, Prowl gently took the box and set it on the berth before he and Jazz searched for the runaway. Although, in their distracted state, neither noticed the other puppies climbing out of the box and exploring all the new sights Prowl and Jazz's room had to offer.

What was supposed to be a simple day off quickly turned into a wild goose chase...or puppy chase as the little rascals kept zooming around. By the time they'd catch one or two puppies, another would dash by, making the two dash to stop it. Some puppies found that playing hide and seek was a fun pastime, zooming right in front of Prowl and Jazz, getting one or both to hurry after, before crawling beneath a cabinet or another piece of furniture. At some points, when a puppy decided to pull this maneuver, it would send Jazz or Prowl colliding into the furniture, the wall or each other, having used too much momentum in their attempts of halting the speeding bundle of energy.

It wasn't long into the chaos when there was a knock at the door, the voice of a fellow Autobot calling out to make sure both Jazz and Prowl were fine. But when no response was received, the bot outside made the mistake of opening the door to peek into the room to check up on the two inside. Seeing their escape, the puppies not captured, ran clumsily through the opening, making Bumblebee who had been the one to open the door jump back in surprise and trip over his own pedes.

Soon enough every Autobot was tracking down the puppies until all were back in the box. Both Jazz and Prowl let out relieved sighs as they sat back on the berth. However, as Prowl glanced at Jazz, he couldn't help but break into a fit of giggles, laughing at the absurdity of the adventure they just had. "You were going to say?" He'd tease before pulling Jazz close.

"I stand corrected, perhaps, just one is fine for now." Jazz laughs softly, a hand gently petting the puppies, not minding when they nip at his digits. They'd have to choose which one to keep but Jazz was positive that Prowl would help make sure each pup got a welcoming and loving home.

It had only been a minute when Prowl came back, a minute before chaos ensued but while Prowl still questioned how Jazz got a box of puppies so fast, he couldn't find himself minding. After all, it led to them bonding just a bit more and now, most importantly, Prowl got to listen to Jazz laugh as he tried to retell all the events. Smiling softly, Prowl relaxed with Jazz in his arms and a box of puppies beside them.

And, like those puppies, he too, eventually fell asleep. The mixture of sudden excitement when chasing the puppies on top of his overworking, led to the exhaustion winning. So cuddled with Jazz, Prowl allowed himself to fall asleep listening to his sun's voice, the hum of his engine, and the little inner workings of his frame.

Love Like You- JazzProwl

He never intended for this to happen, never intended to fall for the energetic bot, never intended to fall for Jazz's charms. Though with each smile, each gaze, Prowl only found himself falling more and more.

How could he stand a chance with him? It was the most prominent question in Prowl's processor, no matter how many times he thought long and hard, there was never a proper answer or solution. Instead, more confusion and stress as Prowl tried to understand these feelings he never once thought capable of.

The others, they had never shaken the ex-enforcer up as much as Jazz did, had never left him as flustered. Prowl, he was the kind to have an answer for everything, constantly preparing for things to happen just so he wasn't caught vulnerable. Yet, Jazz came and shook him to the core, sending him spiraling as he tried to navigate these new emotions, occasionally stumbling with Jazz there to help lift him upright again. There with his playful smile and nicknames.

No, Prowl was most often pushed aside, too stoic or too uptight for others' liking, his equations and probabilities keeping him company instead. Until Jazz began to break through the walls built around him. Slowly but surely, making each one crumble. To some, Prowl was a monster for how he went about things but not to Jazz and the poor bot didn't know how to handle it.

Each push was met with a shove back, each bristle was met with a purr, and each grouch met with a compliment. Jazz was what Prowl wasn't, two complete opposites that while different, perfectly mixed and blended in ways that made Prowl's spark soar and made him unconsciously search for Jazz in the crowd. Two opposites that felt whole when together, making both drawn to one another. Something which was seen in the fleeting glances, hushed words, and hesitant touches.

Perhaps, it was what made them so different that made Prowl look special in Jazz's optics. Of course, Prowl was only speculating, maybe it was his differences from others that made the unassuming bot shine in Jazz's optics. Either way, Prowl couldn't deny how light it made him feel, to be on the receiving end of Jazz's affections and attention. How warm it felt to be held in such regards by another.

Perhaps, someday, Prowl will learn how to love like Jazz does, and see he too is deserving of it. And through it all, Jazz will lead the way, being supportive and comforting when he needs to.

Surprising Proposals- Dratchet

Here it is @fallisl1fe! Took a bit longer to do as I had to make a lovey dovey playlist to fit the *vibe*

Ratchet had been handling patient after patient, nonstop, which could be argued as the usual for the medic but as usual, he hadn't taken a break...not once. However, without Ratchet's knowing, the patients were only a distraction so the medic wouldn't come across something he shouldn't. For weeks now, the rest of the Autobots had helped Drift plan for this and they weren't going to risk anything.

When Ratchet ran out of patients to tend to, Prowl took the signal and entered the medbay, chatting with the other about an upcoming mission where Ratchet may have to prepare for a throng of patients. As the two discussed necessary items and space, Jazz who peeked into the medbay gave a thumbs up to Bumblebee who in turn nodded to the rest of the group signaling it was clear. They could continue with preparations.

With the larger bots carrying the heavier items, the smaller bots preparing the smaller details such as streamers and flower arrangements and whatnot, and the more musically inclined such as Jazz and Blaster worked on compiling a playlist to fit the vibe. Everyone was thrilled to be able to help Drift out, listening intently when instructions were given and thoroughly following it all through. With most of the crew helping out, and with Rodimus being the best hype-bot ever, Drift only felt more and more confident as his vision came to life before his very optics.

When Prowl exited the medbay, he joined his partner's side, helping Jazz with the lighting but gave a nod to Drift to show that the plan was still going smoothly. It would only be a minute later when Ratchet would leave his domain for once and search for Drift, having been asked that morning to meet the other in the main room. Upon arriving, the medic froze, confused and wary of the silence and the pitch-black of the void within the room. There was no such thing as silence here on base.

"Sweetspark?" Ratchet tried to call out in the void. Thankfully, in his tired state, he had missed the hushed whispers of those who found Drift's nickname adorable.

Stepping inside, Ratchet went to turn on the lights only for them to come on by themselves, soft red and gold hues setting for a warm cuddly tone. Even more confused, the old medic was about to call out for Drift once more before noticing a blur to his right, instinctively jumping slightly at the sudden appearance of another. Right next to him was his sweetspark, lunging slightly forward with a wink and playful smile but it was what Drift held which surprised Ratchet more.

A velvet box, one which held a beautiful silver band inside, one with intricate designs engraved on top of the smooth surface. It was beautiful and Ratchet could only guess how much it had to have cost.

"Sweetspark...what-" Before Ratchet could finish, however, a song began to play, making him freeze for a moment. It was the song he and Drift danced to on their first date, one they kept close to their sparks. Chuckling in disbelief, Ratchet sighed softly before nodding. Murmuring a soft "yes" as he pulled Drift up and held him tightly. It was moments like this where Ratchet wondered what he did to deserve Drift but there was no question that no matter what it was, Ratchet would continue, as it kept Drift with him and happy.

Once the ring was slipped on, the two swayed to the music, smiles bright as their sparks soared. Their optics closed as they took a moment to process what just happened but after a moment, Ratchet murmured softly. "They can come out now, they know that, right?"

"Oh...so you knew they were there, hm?" Drift chuckled lightly, raising an amused optic ridge. Ratchet only nodded with a small grunt in response, not minding the extra company for once as he pulled his sweetspark closer, too overwhelmed with joy even if his faceplate didn't show it entirely.

It was finally official; Ratchet was as much of Drift's as it was vice versa. His sweetspark, now completely his.

Deserving- Dratchet

Inspired by @promptsforthestrugglingauthor 's prompt #2997!

Cuddling on a couch, neither said a word, their engines purring and hums filling the comfortable silence. It had been a day full of meetings, injuries, and more so when the opportunity to take a break presented itself, Drift immediately pulled Ratchet down with him. Were they in the main room on one of the couches? Yes, but they were comfortable, and Ratchet was finally taking a break, so no one bothered to complain.

After a brief silence, Drift murmured against Ratchet's chassis, pressing a kiss to his shoulder plating. "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?"

The words had caught Ratchet off-guard, a low gruff chuckle leaving the medic as he thought for a moment. Not once did he expect to be in this position; to have a Conjux like Drift. Someone who is capable of supporting him but also putting him in place, someone he gets to call his love.

"You don't deserve me," Ratchet replied with a grin, "but lucky for you, I'm willing to lower my standards."

Ratchet's words, the teasing edge, caused Drift to laugh lightly. Shaking his helm in amusement, Drift raised an optic ridge playfully, his gaze challenging. "Oh? How lucky, indeed."

A smile from Ratchet was nearly impossible to see, yet for Drift, it was his favorite sight. Smiles saved for only him, which he knew just as well as Ratchet did, that the samurai was the number one cause. Whether it was because of something Drift said or done, both knew, he never failed to make Ratchet smile. Both knew they made one another at ease, able to relax the walls built over years of constant fighting and be themselves for once.

No more words were shared as they were not needed, not now, not when their optics and smiles showed what words failed to convey. Both knew they were lucky, having hit the jackpot of finding someone who gets them in ways no one else can. And both knew, they could count on one another to care for the other.

After all, Ratchet was Drift's as much as it was vice versa.

Doing this on phone, so I deeply apologize if it's messy at all! Thank you @sideswipesjetpack for letting me write! Alright here we go!

A cake. That's all it is, simple in design and structure, the ingredients listed and instructions clear to follow. So how did it turn out like this? Burned, charred and a little bit on fire? Well, Jazz could only figure that it was because Prowl was baking it.

The one bot who should never set foot in a kitchen had gotten hold of the information that his sun, Jazz, liked energon cakes. It was a passing comment many had overlooked, but not Prowl. No, he had been wanting to surprise Jazz with something, anything in hopes of showing how much the other meant to him.

So, with motivation and determination, Prowl set off to make the best energon cake Jazz would ever have. Though, he was running out of ingredients, as one attempt after another only came out burning or completely a mess. Hell, Prowl was sure one of the attempts was actually alive, having seen it moving slightly.

Prowl was just about to pull the twelfth attempt out of the oven when he heard snickering behind him. Letting out a sigh, he glanced over and pouted. "You weren't supposed to see this".

"But I'm glad I did," Jazz said, "what's the occasion?"

Grabbing the last attempt out of the oven and turning around, Prowl's door wings slouched slightly, his frown still pulling at his lips. "I was...I just wanted to surprise you."

For once, the stoic and ever so uptight Prowl was flustered and embarrassed. His gaze downcast, refusing to look at Jazz, as a hint of blue dusted his cheeks. It was a sweet sight for Jazz as he tried not to laugh but smiled sweetly as he walked over and took the tray, setting the last attempt to the side.

With Prowl's hands free, Jazz immediately took him into his arms and swayed gently, hoping the hum from his engine could help comfort Prowl. The two said nothing as they swayed, arms wrapped comfortingly around one another as they basked in each other's presence.

"I may need some help." Prowl said, his voice a muffled murmur against Jazz's chassis.

"Then let's make a cake, sweetspark."

Prowl wasn't the best at cooking but with Jazz, he felt like even the most simple recipes could rival that of the best chefs.

Alright! Hope I did well!

Screaming in the Night- Dratchet

Got the inspo for this by the song 'Screaming in the Night' by Krokus, if ya haven't heard it and are interested in oldies music, I can't suggest listening to it enough! Just hope I got the right feel for the song in the fic! ^^' WARNING: important character death, oops- Chaos

Ratchet had been sent off to recover a troop of wounded soldiers a few days ago, with no report on status yet. With the Decepticons upping their game, their forces lead to many Autobot squads being scattered, wounded, or worse. Thankfully, Ratchet had some damn good soldiers with him so one would think his husband would be comforted at least a little, but Drift only worried more about his medic's safety as time passed and the report from the medic was missing.

As a few days turned to a week, Drift paced in his and Ratchet's shared quarters. The fire bender was stressed, trying to think of every possible reason why Ratchet, someone who was very timely with his reports, especially on missions, wouldn't be responding. Something was terribly wrong, the churning in Drift's gut only furthering that theory. Grabbing his cloak, Drift set off to look for his husband, orders be damned.

Getting the coordinates of where Ratchet and his team were supposed to be, Drift hastily prepared everything he needed before finally setting off. It was supposed to only take two days but in Drift's rush, the skilled tracker made it in one. Arriving at the location, a desecrated camp with tents torn to pieces and the remnants of a furiously fought battle, there were dead bodies littering the ground both Decepticon and Autobot, causing the sinking feeling to worsen. Searching everywhere, Drift begged not to find Ratchet, to anyone willing to hear. Begging he wouldn't find his husband within the mangled bodies and torn flesh.

However, his luck had seemed to run out as in one of the tents, laid Ratchet. Skin pale, chest still, and eyes closed. With a dagger piercing through his heart, making the blue of his water tribe's robes stained with dark crimson. He had lost him, his medic, his husband. The very being he wished every night not to lose.

Cradling Ratchet's body, Drift let out a strangled cry, cursing the Heavens for taking his love away. Though, Drift's mourning fell short as he heard the footfalls of troops nearby. Fueled with rage, pain, and heartbreak, the fire bender gently set down the corpse of his husband and stood, drawing his blades.

With an anguished scream, Drift moved swiftly in approach to the nearing Decepticon troops, desperate to avenge his love the best way he knew how. The first wave went down with ease but the more troops that came, the more Drift began to lose control, his blades shattering after some time fighting which made the fire bender resort to his skilled chi blocking and specialized fire attacks. Moving through each opponent, Drift was already a force to be reckoned with but was a nightmare when upset.

Although, Drift was starting to run on steam, his fire spreading through his frame as he got more out of control.

"You bastards," Drift growled, snarling at the oncoming Decepticons, "how dare you take him from me!"

With one last furious battle cry, Drift used the rest of his fleeting energy and strength to charge forward. Using the rest of his fire to scorch the grounds of where his opponents stood. By the end of the fight, there were no more troops to destroy, and Drift was barely standing, burned, and weakened by his own flames after setting the camp and everything else aflame.

Stumbling, Drift barely managed to make it to Ratchet, falling to the ground right beside his husband and wrapped his scorched arms around Ratchet's corpse. Pressing one final kiss to the medic's forehead, with tears slipping from dull amber eyes. "Forgive me, my blossom, forgive me for making you wait."

With that, Drift's eyes closed as he soon joined Ratchet, and the two lovers reunited finally.

Of Little Happenstance- Jazzprowl

Alone in his office, Prowl only hummed to himself as he sat at his desk and worked on the piles of data pads which never seemed to lessen. First it started as just casual humming, an impressive feat already and one many were unaware of, but the humming grew more. Soon enough his helm subtly nodded to the beat and one of his pedes bounced on the ground, keeping tempo with the song in his processor.

But even that proved to not be enough for his free servo even began to tap along the edge of the desk to the bass of the song stuck on repeat, a song which Bumblebee had played previously. The younger bot had been one of the first to arrive at a meeting and while he waited with Prowl, had shown the stoic bot a trending video with the catchy tune involved. Realizing what happened, Prowl groaned and facepalmed, setting the data pad down before running his servos over his faceplate.

Silencing his humming, Prowl tried to get back into the work as the data pads weren't about to do themselves. Although, he supposed that would be an experiment he could get behind and figured to try and bring it up to Brainstorm or Perceptor later. If he asked Wheeljack, the result wouldn't be anything less explosive than the scientist's usual experiments and inventions.

Letting out a sigh, Prowl managed to get through five data pads before the tune came back to his processor, having read one word that sidetracked his processor to remember the song lyrics. Unknowingly, Prowl swayed in his chair as he vibed with the song, continuing to type to the beat.

But as before, simple swaying wasn't enough to satisfy his groove so as the mech stood from his desk to set the finished data pads in their designated spot, his hips swayed in time with the rhythm. His humming turned to muttered words before turning into full out singing. He was lucky no one was in his office or else Prowl would die of embarrassment and completely shut down in shame for being caught vulnerable.

Although, relaxed and enjoying himself, Prowl danced to the song and sang, a deep baritone leaving his voice box smoothly. Unaware of his door opening in his distracted state, Prowl had his back facing the mech who leaned against the frame, an amused smirk on his faceplate as affectionate optics were hidden by a blue visor. Stepping inside, Jazz closed the door before sneaking up to Prowl, gently taking his servos to lead the other through the song.

"What a beautiful surprise, when were you going to tell me you could sing?" Jazz asked softly after a moment.

Snapping his optics open, Prowl stared up at Jazz before glancing away, a small pout on his lips as his cheeks dusted a faint blue. His door wings fluttering slightly in his flustered state. "Never, if I had it my way."

Jazz only laughed and shook his helm as he continued to dance with Prowl, both moving gracefully together with practiced ease. "Well, I'm glad to have heard it, Prowler."

With a sigh, Prowl rested his forehead on Jazz's chassis and muttered. "If it were anyone, I'm glad it is you."

They were each other's support, one another's comfort, and the warmth in their sparks. And neither could wish for a better dance partner, especially now.

Of Love and Laughter- Mirage/Hound

Okie dokie! Here it is @artsy-hobbitses! Hope I did it right, even put on my 'Vibin' and War Crimes' playlist for the vibes as I typed this ^^

Hound sat next to Mirage as they had lunch with the others. The conversation was light and less strained than it normally would be considering everything they faced daily. No death, no stress, just a moment for everyone to relax even if fleeting.

While Jazz excused himself to go check on Prowl, Hound was listening to Optimus share another quote and chuckled, unable to keep from teasing the other for having Lord of the Rings memorized. Though, as he spoke with Optimus, Hound froze when he heard something he hadn't heard before.

An evil laugh, coming directly from his sweetheart. A laugh he had never once thought could come from Mirage, it sent shivers down his spine and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Bumblebee had asked Starscream and Mirage to do their best villain laughs and well, Mirage wasn't one to be outdone, that's for sure.

The laugh was guttural and dark, deep and yet somehow smooth. Perfectly done as it made those around them all freeze and caused their hands to twitch as if fighting the urge to draw their weapons. It managed to raise Hound's hackles, and the poor man thought back to his time with the DJD though was able to shake the thought when he saw Mirage look worried.

Unable to stop the smile that formed on his muzzle, Hound gently held Mirage's hand, giving a reassuring squeeze. "I'm fine, though I did not expect that from you." He'd murmur softly.

"Ah, caught you off guard, hm?" Mirage chuckled lightly, giving a playful smirk with an amused brow raised. Though he did return the squeeze to his love's hand, his smirk turning slightly apologetic as he noticed the effects of his evil laugh. "My apologies, I didn't mean for it to-"

Hound only chuckled and shook his head, ears pinning down slightly as he gently nuzzled into Mirage's temple, a small smile spreading across his face. "Apologies are not needed, you're fine my dear."

Before Mirage could speak once more, Hound gave a sheepish look, one Mirage could pick up as there was another effect his laugh had, and it certainly wasn't out of fear. While the laugh terrified Hound, it also had an exciting appeal to it, making the Beast Man question himself and certain interests. Mirage can only imagine the earful he will have when he and Hound return to their quarters.

But until then, Mirage and Hound will continue to relax with their friends and teammates while things stayed calm for the time being.

Alright, hope I did alright this time around! Thank you again for letting me write for you, Artsy! I tried to incorporate some details you have shared such as Omar quoting, Tarn having an evil laugh I can only imagine Hound heard while under the DJD's care and whatnot. Also, the cast was from the picture you drew of Jazz and the group meeting up with Prowl, Hot Rod, Rung, and I think it was Nautica? Though deep apologies if I made any mistakes!!!!! -Chaos