Valentine's Misfortunes
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ante_luceBunny #7!
Yes, yes, really late for Valentine's Day, I know.
Title: Valentine's Misfortunes
'Verse: ... IDW Transformers?
My crack version of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ajremix's Destruction'verse, as seen in my other crack fics here and here.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Perfect. Just perfect. He smiled, though the expression was hidden by his battlemask. The human custom of Valentine’s Day had completely taken over his lover, and the rest of the Autobots weren’t too far behind at taking part either, he included. The neatly wrapped package sat on his berth, next to a card (Primus help him), a box of energon goodies and two cubes of high grade that he’d managed to keep from the rest of his team.
Speaking of his team, he had to get this all hidden before the stickybeaks hacked their way through his lock and ransacked his room.
The items were tucked into subspace just in time. His door flew open and assorted team mates tumbled into the room in a riot of noise. He was just kicking them out again when the comm. came in.
“Wreckers, we’re being called out. Get your afts to the briefing room, now.”
Sighing, Sandstorm followed the grumbling pack out. Looked like he’d have to wait ‘til later to give ‘Flight his Valentine’s Day.
At least the weather was going to be nice. They’d already planned to meet after their shifts were over. They could ditch the rest of the Autobots (and hopefully their respective team mates) and go for a short joyflight, then spend a little alone time together and he could give Fireflight his gifts then.
Then, as they left the Ark, it started to rain.
Primus hated him.
= = =
The fight was over in minutes. The second the Wreckers showed their faces on the battlefield, the ‘Cons had turned tail and run.
“… Why were we called out for something like this?” He heard Whirl snap at Springer in disgust. Their leader had sighed, motioning for them to leave off chasing the fleeing ‘Cons and start helping with clean up.
“Because someone’s gone and fragged off the 'Cons, and the slaggers are taking it out on Earth by hitting it everywhere. The Earth ‘Bots are barely coping, and we’re helping fill in the gaps.”
“… So that’s why the Hub seemed so empty.”
“Yeah. Hurry it up. We’ve probably got a long shift ahead of us.”
And it was still raining.
= = =
They trooped back into the base, still dripping wet, only to be soaked again by a sudden outpour of water. Spluttering, Sandstorm looked up to see Grapple hurrying over with a toolkit.
“Sorry ‘bout that. All that rain, and something got into the drainage system controls and fragged it proper. The backup systems can’t quite keep up. We’re working on it, but for now the base is going to be a little soggy.”
A horde of small furry creatures scurried past, chased by what looked like Blaster’s cassettes.
“And the flooding is driving the native wildlife indoors. Working on that too.”
“Right.”
“HiSandstormAerialsgotcalledoutemergencybacksoongottagoloveyou!” Sandstorm’s helm was abruptly yanked down for a kiss, and then he was left staring at the rapidly diminishing form of a red jet as the Aerialbots ran for the exit. Stunned, he could only reboot his optics twice, before Scoop gave in to snickers and kicked him so he’d get moving again.
= = =
Finally, a quiet moment, free of curious mechs wondering what he’d gotten Fireflight. The Ark’s washracks weren’t as good as the Xantium’s, but they were blessedly Wrecker-free. Fireflight had commed him as soon as he’d gotten within range of the Ark, and with both of them finally going off duty, they could have their Valentine’s Day.
Even if it was still raining.
“Red, calm down.”
“No! I will not calm down! This is a serious matter! We are stretched too thin right now, and over energized mechs pose a security and safety hazard that I cannot in good faith allow!”
“But Red, banning energon goodies? High grade, fine, I understand, but-”
“But nothing, Inferno. Consumption of too many energon goodies puts the bot in the same condition as high grade!”
Sandstorm groaned, they would have to be really careful where they celebrated tonight, if Red Alert was going to be like this. Then he froze as the security mech noticed him and stalked over.
“You have them, don’t you? Hand them over. Energon goodies and high grade are contraband as of this moment!”
“Red, you know, banning the stuff is just going to make it harder to find. The mechs are pretty good at hiding their sweets. Who knows, some of ‘em might just decide to scoff all they have before you confiscate it.”
The security mech stared at the black and white Ops mech, grinning cheekily at him as he leant against the wall. As the implications of Jazz’s statement sank in, Sandstorm heard a fizzing noise before Red Alert’s optics went dark and he dropped, only prevented from hitting the ground by Inferno’s reflexes. Jazz sighed, wandering over to pat Sandstorm on the shoulder in passing.
“He gets like this every time the mechs decide to indulge in a human celebration. You should see him on Halloween. Don’t worry ‘bout your candy. The ban is pretty much only in effect during ‘whenever Red is awake’.”
“… Right. Thanks.”
Time to find Fireflight before anything else happened to endanger their Valentine’s.
= = =
“Look out!”
With reflexes honed in innumerable battles, Sandstorm flung himself against the wall as the Dynobots (in beast mode, no less) thundered by, growling and raging like mindless beasts. Not that that was anything different from how they normally were, but when Perceptor was running ahead of them, well, that was a different thing altogether. With another mental groan (could this day get any longer?), the triple changer ran forward, overtook the Dynos, snatched the scientist up and ran from the snarling mass.
“What the frag did you do?”
“It was only a simple experiment! I wanted to see if a bot’s programming could be influenced by frames such as those the Dynobots possess. Organic inspired frames are such a rarity amongst our kind!”
“I repeat. What the frag did you do?”
“I tapped into their CPUs and sought out any programming that looked… instinctive in nature, found a subroutine that was dormant and, I seem to have accidentally activated it.”
“Frag. What subroutines?”
“From what I was able to observe before I had to flee for my life… It appears to control the… Um… Mating drive.”
“… You mean to tell me we have horny dinosaurs rampaging across the Ark?!”
Perceptor’s reply was very meek. “… Yes?”
“I thought Prime forbid you from doing any more potentially life-threatening science experiments!”
“Well, he forbid the life-threatening ones. I don’t know if this one can be classed as life-threatening. I believe Wheeljack was coming up with a solution. I haven’t been able to check in on him after I started running. The Dynobots seemed particularly fixated on me, for some reason.”
“I hope he has a fix, or you’re going to find out if this experiment is or isn’t life-threatening, first hand.” Was Sandstorm’s answer as he veered left and darted through the blast proof (and hopefully, Dynobot proof) doors of Wheeljack’s lab.
= = =
“… You have got to be kidding me. This is your solution?”
The mechs assembled in Wheeljack’s lab (the Dynotbots were currently being led around the base by Blurr, carrying Perceptor) gaped at the inventor.
“What? I’m not a programming specialist. I just make things. Some of which explode.” Coughing was heard from the crowd as someone muttered ‘Only some?’ Wheeljack glared.
“Oh mute it and take the guns. They’re loaded with a sedative. I don’t know how much it will take to drop them, but since we can’t exactly pin them down to inject it into their systems, it’ll have to be a lot. Aim for the head, or any exposed tubing. The mouth might be a good idea too. Once they’re unconscious, Perceptor can try fixing what he did.”
“… So, squirtgun war, us against the Dynos?” Sideswipe grinned at Air Raid. “Looks like it.”
The flier cackled. “Much better than the original plan.”
“Oh, we’re not abandoning that.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Slingshot piped up, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. The rest of the mechs turn to see the minibots, glaring for all they were worth at the Ark’s resident pranksters. Wheeljack sighed, and handed them their guns.
“I don’t want to know. I assume the outfits are glued on?”
“Yes.” Cliffjumper ground out.
“I’ll have a solvent mixed up as soon as I can.”
“Thank you.” The minibots turned and stalked out, and the mechs still in the room could hold their laughter back no longer. In addition to the white tunics each one sported, a pair of wings had been fastened to each of the smaller mechs’ backs. Sideswipe grinned at Wheeljack’s dark look.
“What? They’re tiny, just like that Cupid thing.”
Sandstorm just growled and stalked out of the lab. He had Dynobots to knock out and a Valentine’s Day to get on with.
= = =
“Primus.”
“Long day?” He looked down at the jet slumped against him. ‘Flight looked as beat as he felt.
“Very long. Getting better now.”
“Got something for you.” The jet smiled up at him, and he smiled back behind his mask.
“So do I.”
“What is it?”
“Gah!” They startled as Air Raid sprawled across the back of the couch they were sitting on.
“C’mon. Inquiring minds need to know!”
“No, you don’t. Now shove off.”
“Hey, that’s not nice. Spill, ‘fore I push ‘Flight under the mistletoe and you have to kiss him in front of everyone.”
“… Mistletoe? What the frag does a plant have to do with anything?”
“You have to kiss if you’re caught under it, Sandstorm. But isn’t that a Christmas thing, ‘Raid?”
“Sideswipe got some. It’s Valentine’s. It fits.” The jet shrugged, smirking at them. “So, tell. I got all night, and everyone’s curious too.”
With some surprise, the pair realised that most of the mechs in the rec room were keeping an optic on them.
“This is a private matter. Go gawk at someone else.” The triple changer snapped, and everyone turned away, but kept sneaking glances back.
“Frag. We can’t even sneak away now.” Fireflight sighed and cuddled a little closer.
“S’alright. We can celebrate it late.”
“Don’t say that. I know you were looking forward to doing this properly.”
“Yeah, but Valentine’s in front of everyone isn’t the same. I just wish…”
Then they noticed the room had gotten very quiet. Looking up, both mechs were stunned by the sight that met their optics. Standing under the bundle of greenery Sideswipe had hung from the rec room ceiling were two black and white mechs. Prowl had a datapad in his hand and was going over a diagram on it with Jazz. Both had walked in, engrossed in their discussion, and neither had realised the ramifications of where they had stopped.
“Why’s everyone so quiet?” Jazz was the first to become conscious of the fact that something was wrong. As someone wordlessly pointed above the two officers’ heads, both looked up and stared.
“Well, frag.”
Prowl huffed air irritably and made to leave, but was stopped by a madly grinning Sideswipe. “Nuh-uh. Y’gotta kiss. It’s tradition.”
“It is also tradition to hang mistletoe during the Christmas season. Since you’re departing from that convention, I’m free to break this one.”
“Only you would logic your way out of a kiss.” Jazz was smirking at Prowl now and the tactician glared back. The Ops mech snickered. “Aw, don’t look like that. I’m not a bad kisser, really.”
“Prowl, I swear I’ll be good for the next week if you do this.” The red Lamborghini added, hands clasped before him in a pleading gesture.
“Or I could wait until you pull some inane prank, and toss you in the brig for a week for the same effect.”
“Well, yeah, but then you’d have to do the paperwork and get someone to clean up after me.”
That got Sideswipe a glare of his own.
“Two weeks. Three if you make a proper show out of it.”
“Pretty good deal, Prowler.”
“You are not helping, Jazz.”
“What can I say? It’s Valentine’s, and I want a kiss from someone, at least. Three weeks free of Sideswipe’s particular brand of mayhem is tempting to me. Frag, I’d kiss Huffer for that.”
The rest of their audience laughed as tactician made an aggravated noise, and the Ops mech, sensing that his colleague had caved, beckoned teasingly. Then Prowl, in a sudden, almost unseen movement, closed the gap between him and Jazz and dipped the visored mech smoothly backwards. Jazz wrapped an arm about Prowl’s neck as the tactician’s lips made contact with his, and the rest of the room went truly dead silent.
= = =
“Psst. Get out of here while everyone’s distracted!”
“Bluestreak?!”
“Shh!”
“You got them to…”
“Thanks Blue!”
“Heh. I got wings and I’m a sharpshooter. Just call me Cupid. I’m certainly better at it than Cliffjumper and the rest of the minibots. Now go!”
Grinning madly, Fireflight and Sandstorm made their escape. As they headed for the exit of the Ark, the jet tugged the triplechanger on a quick detour before they fled the base, darting out into storm scrubbed air and a clearing sky.
= = =
“You’re a good kisser, y’know.”
A mutter, and Jazz shook his head, still grinning. “What? You are. Whoever lands you will be a lucky bot.”
“I have no time for such things, Jazz.”
“Oh? Hm, what’s this?”
“Looks like energon goodies.”
“Yeah. But who’d give you… Oh, that’s cute.” The Ops mech handed Prowl the note stuck to the box of candy.
Thanks Prowl. Share this with Jazz, please?
Fireflight
(and Sandstorm, even if he won’t admit it)
“You’re a big ol’ softy at spark, aren’t you.”
“Hardly.”
“You did help them out.”
Prowl only picked up a stylus from his desk. Shooting the other black and white a faint smirk, he spun the thin object in his hand, then blew across the star that topped it.
“Bluestreak did say they made a wish.”
Yes, yes, really late for Valentine's Day, I know.
Title: Valentine's Misfortunes
'Verse: ... IDW Transformers?
My crack version of
ajremix's Destruction'verse, as seen in my other crack fics here and here.Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Perfect. Just perfect. He smiled, though the expression was hidden by his battlemask. The human custom of Valentine’s Day had completely taken over his lover, and the rest of the Autobots weren’t too far behind at taking part either, he included. The neatly wrapped package sat on his berth, next to a card (Primus help him), a box of energon goodies and two cubes of high grade that he’d managed to keep from the rest of his team.
Speaking of his team, he had to get this all hidden before the stickybeaks hacked their way through his lock and ransacked his room.
The items were tucked into subspace just in time. His door flew open and assorted team mates tumbled into the room in a riot of noise. He was just kicking them out again when the comm. came in.
“Wreckers, we’re being called out. Get your afts to the briefing room, now.”
Sighing, Sandstorm followed the grumbling pack out. Looked like he’d have to wait ‘til later to give ‘Flight his Valentine’s Day.
At least the weather was going to be nice. They’d already planned to meet after their shifts were over. They could ditch the rest of the Autobots (and hopefully their respective team mates) and go for a short joyflight, then spend a little alone time together and he could give Fireflight his gifts then.
Then, as they left the Ark, it started to rain.
Primus hated him.
= = =
The fight was over in minutes. The second the Wreckers showed their faces on the battlefield, the ‘Cons had turned tail and run.
“… Why were we called out for something like this?” He heard Whirl snap at Springer in disgust. Their leader had sighed, motioning for them to leave off chasing the fleeing ‘Cons and start helping with clean up.
“Because someone’s gone and fragged off the 'Cons, and the slaggers are taking it out on Earth by hitting it everywhere. The Earth ‘Bots are barely coping, and we’re helping fill in the gaps.”
“… So that’s why the Hub seemed so empty.”
“Yeah. Hurry it up. We’ve probably got a long shift ahead of us.”
And it was still raining.
= = =
They trooped back into the base, still dripping wet, only to be soaked again by a sudden outpour of water. Spluttering, Sandstorm looked up to see Grapple hurrying over with a toolkit.
“Sorry ‘bout that. All that rain, and something got into the drainage system controls and fragged it proper. The backup systems can’t quite keep up. We’re working on it, but for now the base is going to be a little soggy.”
A horde of small furry creatures scurried past, chased by what looked like Blaster’s cassettes.
“And the flooding is driving the native wildlife indoors. Working on that too.”
“Right.”
“HiSandstormAerialsgotcalledoutemergencybacksoongottagoloveyou!” Sandstorm’s helm was abruptly yanked down for a kiss, and then he was left staring at the rapidly diminishing form of a red jet as the Aerialbots ran for the exit. Stunned, he could only reboot his optics twice, before Scoop gave in to snickers and kicked him so he’d get moving again.
= = =
Finally, a quiet moment, free of curious mechs wondering what he’d gotten Fireflight. The Ark’s washracks weren’t as good as the Xantium’s, but they were blessedly Wrecker-free. Fireflight had commed him as soon as he’d gotten within range of the Ark, and with both of them finally going off duty, they could have their Valentine’s Day.
Even if it was still raining.
“Red, calm down.”
“No! I will not calm down! This is a serious matter! We are stretched too thin right now, and over energized mechs pose a security and safety hazard that I cannot in good faith allow!”
“But Red, banning energon goodies? High grade, fine, I understand, but-”
“But nothing, Inferno. Consumption of too many energon goodies puts the bot in the same condition as high grade!”
Sandstorm groaned, they would have to be really careful where they celebrated tonight, if Red Alert was going to be like this. Then he froze as the security mech noticed him and stalked over.
“You have them, don’t you? Hand them over. Energon goodies and high grade are contraband as of this moment!”
“Red, you know, banning the stuff is just going to make it harder to find. The mechs are pretty good at hiding their sweets. Who knows, some of ‘em might just decide to scoff all they have before you confiscate it.”
The security mech stared at the black and white Ops mech, grinning cheekily at him as he leant against the wall. As the implications of Jazz’s statement sank in, Sandstorm heard a fizzing noise before Red Alert’s optics went dark and he dropped, only prevented from hitting the ground by Inferno’s reflexes. Jazz sighed, wandering over to pat Sandstorm on the shoulder in passing.
“He gets like this every time the mechs decide to indulge in a human celebration. You should see him on Halloween. Don’t worry ‘bout your candy. The ban is pretty much only in effect during ‘whenever Red is awake’.”
“… Right. Thanks.”
Time to find Fireflight before anything else happened to endanger their Valentine’s.
= = =
“Look out!”
With reflexes honed in innumerable battles, Sandstorm flung himself against the wall as the Dynobots (in beast mode, no less) thundered by, growling and raging like mindless beasts. Not that that was anything different from how they normally were, but when Perceptor was running ahead of them, well, that was a different thing altogether. With another mental groan (could this day get any longer?), the triple changer ran forward, overtook the Dynos, snatched the scientist up and ran from the snarling mass.
“What the frag did you do?”
“It was only a simple experiment! I wanted to see if a bot’s programming could be influenced by frames such as those the Dynobots possess. Organic inspired frames are such a rarity amongst our kind!”
“I repeat. What the frag did you do?”
“I tapped into their CPUs and sought out any programming that looked… instinctive in nature, found a subroutine that was dormant and, I seem to have accidentally activated it.”
“Frag. What subroutines?”
“From what I was able to observe before I had to flee for my life… It appears to control the… Um… Mating drive.”
“… You mean to tell me we have horny dinosaurs rampaging across the Ark?!”
Perceptor’s reply was very meek. “… Yes?”
“I thought Prime forbid you from doing any more potentially life-threatening science experiments!”
“Well, he forbid the life-threatening ones. I don’t know if this one can be classed as life-threatening. I believe Wheeljack was coming up with a solution. I haven’t been able to check in on him after I started running. The Dynobots seemed particularly fixated on me, for some reason.”
“I hope he has a fix, or you’re going to find out if this experiment is or isn’t life-threatening, first hand.” Was Sandstorm’s answer as he veered left and darted through the blast proof (and hopefully, Dynobot proof) doors of Wheeljack’s lab.
= = =
“… You have got to be kidding me. This is your solution?”
The mechs assembled in Wheeljack’s lab (the Dynotbots were currently being led around the base by Blurr, carrying Perceptor) gaped at the inventor.
“What? I’m not a programming specialist. I just make things. Some of which explode.” Coughing was heard from the crowd as someone muttered ‘Only some?’ Wheeljack glared.
“Oh mute it and take the guns. They’re loaded with a sedative. I don’t know how much it will take to drop them, but since we can’t exactly pin them down to inject it into their systems, it’ll have to be a lot. Aim for the head, or any exposed tubing. The mouth might be a good idea too. Once they’re unconscious, Perceptor can try fixing what he did.”
“… So, squirtgun war, us against the Dynos?” Sideswipe grinned at Air Raid. “Looks like it.”
The flier cackled. “Much better than the original plan.”
“Oh, we’re not abandoning that.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Slingshot piped up, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. The rest of the mechs turn to see the minibots, glaring for all they were worth at the Ark’s resident pranksters. Wheeljack sighed, and handed them their guns.
“I don’t want to know. I assume the outfits are glued on?”
“Yes.” Cliffjumper ground out.
“I’ll have a solvent mixed up as soon as I can.”
“Thank you.” The minibots turned and stalked out, and the mechs still in the room could hold their laughter back no longer. In addition to the white tunics each one sported, a pair of wings had been fastened to each of the smaller mechs’ backs. Sideswipe grinned at Wheeljack’s dark look.
“What? They’re tiny, just like that Cupid thing.”
Sandstorm just growled and stalked out of the lab. He had Dynobots to knock out and a Valentine’s Day to get on with.
= = =
“Primus.”
“Long day?” He looked down at the jet slumped against him. ‘Flight looked as beat as he felt.
“Very long. Getting better now.”
“Got something for you.” The jet smiled up at him, and he smiled back behind his mask.
“So do I.”
“What is it?”
“Gah!” They startled as Air Raid sprawled across the back of the couch they were sitting on.
“C’mon. Inquiring minds need to know!”
“No, you don’t. Now shove off.”
“Hey, that’s not nice. Spill, ‘fore I push ‘Flight under the mistletoe and you have to kiss him in front of everyone.”
“… Mistletoe? What the frag does a plant have to do with anything?”
“You have to kiss if you’re caught under it, Sandstorm. But isn’t that a Christmas thing, ‘Raid?”
“Sideswipe got some. It’s Valentine’s. It fits.” The jet shrugged, smirking at them. “So, tell. I got all night, and everyone’s curious too.”
With some surprise, the pair realised that most of the mechs in the rec room were keeping an optic on them.
“This is a private matter. Go gawk at someone else.” The triple changer snapped, and everyone turned away, but kept sneaking glances back.
“Frag. We can’t even sneak away now.” Fireflight sighed and cuddled a little closer.
“S’alright. We can celebrate it late.”
“Don’t say that. I know you were looking forward to doing this properly.”
“Yeah, but Valentine’s in front of everyone isn’t the same. I just wish…”
Then they noticed the room had gotten very quiet. Looking up, both mechs were stunned by the sight that met their optics. Standing under the bundle of greenery Sideswipe had hung from the rec room ceiling were two black and white mechs. Prowl had a datapad in his hand and was going over a diagram on it with Jazz. Both had walked in, engrossed in their discussion, and neither had realised the ramifications of where they had stopped.
“Why’s everyone so quiet?” Jazz was the first to become conscious of the fact that something was wrong. As someone wordlessly pointed above the two officers’ heads, both looked up and stared.
“Well, frag.”
Prowl huffed air irritably and made to leave, but was stopped by a madly grinning Sideswipe. “Nuh-uh. Y’gotta kiss. It’s tradition.”
“It is also tradition to hang mistletoe during the Christmas season. Since you’re departing from that convention, I’m free to break this one.”
“Only you would logic your way out of a kiss.” Jazz was smirking at Prowl now and the tactician glared back. The Ops mech snickered. “Aw, don’t look like that. I’m not a bad kisser, really.”
“Prowl, I swear I’ll be good for the next week if you do this.” The red Lamborghini added, hands clasped before him in a pleading gesture.
“Or I could wait until you pull some inane prank, and toss you in the brig for a week for the same effect.”
“Well, yeah, but then you’d have to do the paperwork and get someone to clean up after me.”
That got Sideswipe a glare of his own.
“Two weeks. Three if you make a proper show out of it.”
“Pretty good deal, Prowler.”
“You are not helping, Jazz.”
“What can I say? It’s Valentine’s, and I want a kiss from someone, at least. Three weeks free of Sideswipe’s particular brand of mayhem is tempting to me. Frag, I’d kiss Huffer for that.”
The rest of their audience laughed as tactician made an aggravated noise, and the Ops mech, sensing that his colleague had caved, beckoned teasingly. Then Prowl, in a sudden, almost unseen movement, closed the gap between him and Jazz and dipped the visored mech smoothly backwards. Jazz wrapped an arm about Prowl’s neck as the tactician’s lips made contact with his, and the rest of the room went truly dead silent.
= = =
“Psst. Get out of here while everyone’s distracted!”
“Bluestreak?!”
“Shh!”
“You got them to…”
“Thanks Blue!”
“Heh. I got wings and I’m a sharpshooter. Just call me Cupid. I’m certainly better at it than Cliffjumper and the rest of the minibots. Now go!”
Grinning madly, Fireflight and Sandstorm made their escape. As they headed for the exit of the Ark, the jet tugged the triplechanger on a quick detour before they fled the base, darting out into storm scrubbed air and a clearing sky.
= = =
“You’re a good kisser, y’know.”
A mutter, and Jazz shook his head, still grinning. “What? You are. Whoever lands you will be a lucky bot.”
“I have no time for such things, Jazz.”
“Oh? Hm, what’s this?”
“Looks like energon goodies.”
“Yeah. But who’d give you… Oh, that’s cute.” The Ops mech handed Prowl the note stuck to the box of candy.
Fireflight
(and Sandstorm, even if he won’t admit it)
“You’re a big ol’ softy at spark, aren’t you.”
“Hardly.”
“You did help them out.”
Prowl only picked up a stylus from his desk. Shooting the other black and white a faint smirk, he spun the thin object in his hand, then blew across the star that topped it.
“Bluestreak did say they made a wish.”
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Date: 2009-02-28 07:51 pm (UTC)Oh thank you so much for sharing this! So needed *cant stop giggling* I loved every bit of it. <3333
And fairy!Godmech Prowl for the win! XD
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Date: 2009-02-28 07:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-28 08:37 pm (UTC)Thanks I needed that.
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Date: 2009-02-28 10:20 pm (UTC)Thats fragging hilarious to read!!!!!!!!!! =DDDDD
Much love to you for writing this! XD
Simply wonderful! =D
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Date: 2009-03-01 10:52 am (UTC)*giggles*
*falls of chair*
dynobots! fairygodmech!Prowl! omg!
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Date: 2009-03-02 09:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-02 03:47 am (UTC)Poor Sandstorm and Fireflight! But at least they got their private Valentine's Day together in the end. *giggles*
I really liked the part where Prowl and Jazz kissed under the mistletoe in front of every. And Prowl granting Sandstorm and Fireflight's wish of being alone together is totally FTW! :D
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Date: 2009-03-02 09:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-03 08:58 am (UTC)(ALSO PERCEPTOR! XD )
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Date: 2009-03-03 10:56 am (UTC)^_^ Glad you like.
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Date: 2009-03-05 08:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-05 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-10 12:08 am (UTC)Very cute and wonderful story. I love fairygodmech!Prowl.
sorry for the lateness; I'm very behind. RL and all that.
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Date: 2009-03-10 08:33 am (UTC)S'alright, you've had a really rough time, take it easy. *patpat*
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Date: 2009-07-28 07:54 pm (UTC)This was awesome, poor Sandstorm, can't get some time with Flight alone.
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Date: 2009-07-29 06:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-21 06:14 am (UTC)"“… You mean to tell me we have horny dinosaurs rampaging across the Ark?!”
*falls over laughing* totally FTW! Hee!
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Date: 2010-02-21 07:23 am (UTC)