#it's not perfect and i'm not checkin it before hitting send so

[shenaniganeryfromtheabyss]

okay, so like this takes place years ahead of current human Starborn shenanigans but the lore isn't too important. just keep in mind that Starry and Prowl are roughly the same height and Starry is like ~2/3 mech at this point. it's weird and convoluted, but it'll be explained if i ever lock in and wrote my fanfic.

edit ;; also, i'm not fully ~lored~ on TF anatomy and don't care at the time of posting so like,, if things are wrong, scream at me in the notes and i will hyperventilate abt it later

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burgundy stained - Heat-Seeker one-shot

CW | ment. of blood // citrus scale ;; lime

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the last hit landed and knocked Prowl off his pedes, Starborn standing over him in victory. their sparring matches weren't few nor far between, but the game they played never got old. this match lasted well past when they planned to end and carried into the night.

the autobot lay in the crushed grass of the field for a moment to catch his breath. he didn't need to but the feeling was nice after the ringer he was just put through. his partner- sparring partner- was getting better with each match, has since the start. now, it was Prowl who needed to keep up as opposed to the vice versa.

he would go to try and push himself up, but the weight of the terran laying down on him stopped him dead in his tracks. Prowl froze momentarily, the unexpected act catching him off-guard. affection like this from Starborn wasn't odd in the slightest, but it was rare to the autobot.

"just stay here a moment, please,," the terran mumbled, deep breaths hitting Prowl's frame, "i don't wanna walk all the way back yet,,,"

"yes,, we can- we can stay, for a minute."

Prowl usually enjoyed his personal space and wasn't too fond of being clung to, but he felt he could make an exception this one time. he wasn't sure why, though, for Starborn of all mechs. a mix of emotions ran through his circuits as he felt the other's weight fully relax and the warmth of his frame against his own. he was never good at processing or even knowing how he felt, but this,, it felt nice. he wouldn't ever say it out loud- Primus, no- but this did feel nice.

a bit of nervousness started to build within him as it was clear that Starborn was comfortable in his position, his head on the autobot's chasis along his servo just barely touching the insignia in its center. Prowl didn't know where to place his servo and didn't want to make the terran uncomfortable in his decision. hesitantly, he brought his arm over his sparring partner to rest his servo just above his waist. it earned him a sigh of content, from what he could tell.

"you sparred really today,," Prowl broke the silence that had grown for a moment. Starborn looked up at him, tilting his helm slightly, and it hit the autobot just how close they really were. the feeling of his sparring partner's now steady breath faintly against faceplate made his chasis feel full of fluttering bugs.

"your- your technical skill has improved significantly, and your fighting style has become more unique as we've kept practicing together. i think you're pretty sufficient for a mech who wasn't apart of the war. not that- you have to-" Prowl rambled on, his optics not meeting Starborn's.

not that the terran was really listening to him.

his gaze had flicked downward a couple times at first, but now it was fixed on Prowl's dermas. it was no rarity for their sparring sessions to end with a bit of blood drawn, from either or both parties. this time was no exception as a dribble of sky blue blood left Prowl's mouth while Starborn had a smear of crimson coming from his nose and across his cheek.

his blood is so pretty, same bright blue as his eyes,,

a bit of a morbid thought, but that wasn't the terran's main concern at the moment. Prowl's gaze momentarily went back to Starborn to see he was distracted, a bit of peeve in his voice, "Starry? are you listening to me?"

their optics met and all restraint Starborn had was thrown out the window. "not really, i kinda want you to shut up for once."

"wha- what are you-"

Starborn's servo moved to grab the side of Prowl's helm as he pushed himself up enough to kiss him. it was rough at first, their blood mixing and smearing into a muddy burgundy. the autobot was caught completely of off-guard for a moment but soon reciprocated. as the kiss softened, a small groan escaped his vocalizer followed by a whine from Starborn's.

they would eventually pull away, breathless. without thinking of it, they both had moved to grab at each other while lost in their moment. Starborn was more on top of his partner while both of Prowl's servos were on the terran's waist.

a small bit panic hit Starborn's processor as he realized what he just did, "frag, i didn't- that wasn't-"

"you have no idea how long i've wanted that to happen." Prowl cut him off before flipping the two of them over so that he was on top, his dermas crashing into Starborn's to continue. he was met with no protest, quite the opposite. neither cared about the metallic taste that creeped into their mouths nor the stains left by their combined blood. they only cared about exploring each other in this moment.

Prowl's servos trailed down to his partner's hips and his digits dug into his frame as the other mech groaned. it didn't take much work to push the terran's shirt up enough for Prowl to work his servos under it, feeling the scarred organic tissue before reaching warm metal. without an alt mode, Starborn's frame simply resembled a human's. it was different, but in a fun way. Prowl's servo traveled up, pushing his partner's shirt up with it, to cup one side of Starborn's chasis. his digits pushed into the seam of the metal, feeling the static of the circuits underneath pulse with adrenaline and anticipation.

the autobot eventually pulled away to let Starborn breathe, but only to trail kisses from his cheek down to his neck. Starry panted, his processor spinning from it all. "fuuck,," he groaned before flinching at Prowl biting him.

"i'm sorry, was that too far?" the bot immediately asked, pulling back a little.

"no, no- you're fine. that was,, i liked that." Starry responded, mumbling the last part, "just caught me by surprise, heheh,,"

Prowl's faceplate already felt warm, but now it was almost red hot as his processor whirred at the idea of his partner being into biting. it took a beat for him to ask, "do you, want to keep going?"

"please~,,"

the bot wasted no time burying his face back into his partner's neck, now with renewed motivation to leave dents in his frame.

[samsi6]

The link in the tweet won't work in Germany, so here is another one. 'Trouble every day' by Frank Zappa. For me as a long distance spectator (what I mean is, I'm watching the news in Europe, that's where I got news from) this one fits absolutely perfect in the situation of modern times America... Listen to the lyrics:

Trouble Every Day / Frank Zappa

Well, I'm about to get sick

From watchin' my TV

Been checkin' out the news until my eyeballs fail to see

I mean to say that every day is just another rotten mess

And when it's gonna change, my friends, is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'

Hopin' for the best

Even think I'll go to prayin'

Every time I hear 'em sayin'

That there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day

No way to delay that trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot, I seen the cops out on the street

Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff and chokin' in the heat

Listened to reports about the whisky passin' 'round

Seen the smoke and fire and the market burnin' down

Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn

To stomp and smash and bash and crash and slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'

Hopin' for the best

Even think I'll go to prayin'

Every time I hear 'em sayin'

That there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day

No way to delay that trouble comin' every day

Well, you can cool it you can heat it

'Cause, baby, I don't need it

Take your TV tube and eat it

And all that phony stuff on sports and all the unconfirmed reports

You know I watched that rotten box until my head began to hurt

From checkin' out the way the newsmen say they get the dirt

Before the guys on channel so-and-so, further they assert

That any show they'll interrupt

To bring you news if it comes up

They say that if the place blows up

They'll be the first to tell

Because the boys they got downtown are workin' hard and doin' swell

And if anybody gets the news

Before it hits the street they say that no one blabs it faster

Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver

Gets machine-gunned from her seat

They'll send some joker with a brownie and you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'

Hopin' for the best

Even think I'll go to prayin'

Every time I hear 'em sayin'

That there's no way to delay that trouble comin' every day

No way to delay that trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?

I'm not black but there's a whole lots a times I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin' and the local people turnin'

On the merchants and the shops who used to sell their brooms and mops

And every other household item

Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em

And they say it served 'em right

Because a few of them are white

And it's the same across the nation, black and white discrimination

Yellin' "you can't understand me!"

And all that other jazz they hand me

In the papers and TV and all that mass stupidity

That seems to grow more every day

Each time you hear some nitwit say

He wants to go and do you in

'Cause the color of your skin

Just don't appeal to him

No matter if it's black or white because he's out for blood tonight

You know we gotta sit around at home and watch this thing begin

But I bet there won't be many left to see it really end

'Cause the fire in the street ain't like the fire in the heart

And in the eyes of all these people don't you know that this could start?

On any street, in any town, in any state if any clown

Decides that now's the time to fight

For some ideal he thinks is right

And if a million more agree, there ain't no great society

As it applies to you and me

Our country isn't free

And the law refuse to see if all that you can ever be

Is just a lousy janitor

Unless your uncle owns a store

You know that five in every four

Just won't amount to nothin' more

Than watchin' rats go across the floor

And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!

(lyrics by Frank Zappa)

This song is about watching TV news coverage of the Watts riots, six days of violence and chaos in the Watts section of Los Angeles, CA that started on August 11 1965 and ended on August 17th. It was a response to police racism and was the worst unrest the city had seen until the Rodney King riots in 1992.