TF: HoundxMirage Drabbles
Title: Drabble Spectacular, December 24th to 28th
Rating: PG13
Series: G1
Summary: Drabbles concerning Hound and Mirage, based on the word of the day from Merriam-Webster.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: I'm mad... I must be mad. This is written for the houndxmirage Three's a Charm challenge. I shall be attempting a drabble (100 words) every day. Feel free to poke me (gently) if I miss a day? And this does have mod approval :)
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
December 24 - invincible
They always thought they were invincible; that nothing in this universe could stop them as long as they were together. Which was true. Yet, when their sparklings teamed up against them, they couldn’t resist. Baby-blue optics stared up at them, innocent smiles on their faceplates, and Hound and Mirage found themselves powerless. They couldn’t deny their sparklings anything.
“I can’t believe it…” Mirage muttered, processor just registering what they’d allowed their sparklings to do.
“Believe it.” Hound retorted. “They’re as good at persuading as you are.”
“You’re blaming me now?”
“No, just letting you know where they get it from.”
December 25 - nosegay
“I…” Mirage took pride in the fact that Hound was lost for words. That it was him that had caused it. The simple nosegay had confounded Hound. He moved closer.
“I take it you like them then?”
“Like them? I love them. Thank you, Mirage.” Hound wrapped his arms around Mirage, pulling him even closer.
“Thank you.” He gave Mirage a kiss on the forehead.
“Thank you.” He gave Mirage a kiss on the nose.
“Thank you.” He gave Mirage a kiss on the lips.
“Okay you two, get a room!” Sideswipe called out, bringing them both back to reality.
December 26 - embarrass
Mirage stood, frozen in place in the living area of his creator’s house.
“Hound… get up. You’re embarrassing me.”
“I mean it Mirage…”
“You do?” Mirage stared down at Hound, still resting on one knee, quite unable to process what was going on.
“I do. Mirage, will you do me the honor of bonding your spark to mine?” Hound repeated himself. Mirage was acutely aware of both his creators staring at him, smiles on their faceplates. But as he focussed on Hound, they disappeared from his processor and all he could think about was Hound.
“The honor is mine, Hound.”
December 27 - funambulism
“Hound, you can do it.”
“I can’t, Mirage. I’m not as elegant as you.”
“It’s not about elegance!” Mirage snapped, desperate to get Hound across. “It’s about balance, that’s all. And your balance is excellent.” Hound shook his head, but put one foot on the cable. The space below him seemed immense, and he almost took his foot back off.
“Come on Hound. It’s just simply funambulism. Easy.”
“Easy for you perhaps.” Hound muttered, but he still took a step forward, not venting as the cable swayed before stilling, holding his weight. Slowly, he made his way across towards Mirage.
December 28 - galumph
Hound groaned as he lowered himself into the chair.
“Hound?”
“I’m all right.” Hound waved off Mirage’s concern, resting his hands on his expanded abdominal plating. Their sparkling was close to emergence, and Hound’s plating had been expanding to accommodate the last stages of rapid growth. Mirage knelt in front of Hound, resting his hands over Hound’s.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Am not. I’m galumphing around the Ark.” Hound sighed.
“You might be a little larger than you were, but think of what you’re doing. You’re carrying our sparkling.” Mirage’s tone was warm and loving. “And you’re beautiful, whatever you may think.”