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lightandspark · 2 years ago

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With Love and War… many couples faced many challenges that it took a while for them to find a happy ending.

During the course of the war��

Inferno and Red Alert split up. It was heartbreaking for both them, a pair who worked alongside before the war with lingering feelings that grew to them falling in love with each other but as the war continued and facing through victories and losses… there was a breaking point. A point where Red Alert found himself sitting down and telling Inferno that they need to split up, for a while, as the pressure and his mind spiralling all over the place… he needs a break and he doesn’t want to drag Inferno with him. It all came out if all.

Inferno understood this and the pair went separately. That’s not to say, there wasn’t a tension between. Inferno was hurting and yearning for his Red as he try to be subtle, but wearing his spark on his sleeve as he tells Red Alert if he ever needs him, he’ll be there. Time progressed, he was growing sad and lonely, spiralling downwards as he watches he loss and the pain of war. Smokescreen became a dear friend to him as he found himself telling things and sharing his dilemmas that he needed to pour it all out of his chassis. Smokescreen was always there as Inferno’s influence also help Smokescreen bring down his own walls and acknowledge his bad gambling habits. Their friendship grew and proved to be a positive relationship for them both… until Inferno was taken back when Smokescreen confessed to him that he was falling in love with him.

It was a shock of his life. Inferno found himself recollecting it all and gently tells the racer that he valued him as a dear friend… that his spark was still Red Alert’s.

Smokescreen was quiet, looking to the side with a hint of sadness as he murmured “Even after he…”

Inferno froze. After what?

“Listen,” Smokescreen took his servo, “I’m still here for you, as a friend or even as… I’ll always be there.”

With that, he left. Inferno blinked, before going off to seek Red Alert, hoping to find answers.

What did Smokecreen mean when he said ‘After’… what did his Red do?

He then found his answer.

There he stood by the corner of the doorway, having full view of Red Alert smiling gently at Cerebros. Chuckling as Cerebros mentioned something. Then Cerebros touched his servos. That Cerebros kissed Red Alert.

Inferno stood frozen as he watched the pair before turning his heels and hurried away. Finally, he was alone in his room, shaking as tears flooded his optics and slid down his face plates. Sinking down as he sobbed. He lost his Red Alert.

The following weeks, he noticed how Red Alert could barely look at him anymore. He avoided Cerebros for as much as he could. Loneliness and sadness taking over him.

Finally, he found himself in front of Smokescreen’s berthroom.

Thinking what he wanted.

A friend or…

The door opened.

Smokescreen stood before him, groggily before falling alert.

Inferno looked down, suddenly feeling shy. Despite he was never one to get flustered easily.

“Um… I need you, Smokescreen.” Inferno said, finally looking up at him as Smokescreen saw the anguish to his optics.

“What do you need?” Smokescreen asked, his spark feeling hopeful.

“I… don’t know,” Inferno whispered, touching his spark sadly as he glanced to the side. Smokescreen was quiet.

Then he pulled on Inferno’s servo and into his room, kissing him.

Inferno let’s him.

And the berthroom door closed.

…

There were other couples facing hardships…

Such as Jazz and Prowl, who always been the Golden Pair. Similar to Red Alert and Inferno, they knew each other before the war as a friend was born between them as it slowly grew as they reached the higher commands worked together in battlefield and off the field. Their relationship became more personal. Jazz’s feelings grew for Prowl from friendly to being dear friends to falling deeply in love with Prowl while for Prowl… he fell in love with Jazz from the moment they met.

It was funny in a way as they met when Jazz helped Prowl during his cases as a guide around Polyhexian, being out if Praxus for the first time, Prowl barely had a clue on what he was doing for the time. To Jazz’s innocently teased him and made a few cheeky remarks, breaking Prowl’s stoic demeanour as Jazz’s charm and playful personality sunk his way into his usually said cold, lonely spark. Jazz became his light in his darkness, a guide to home because wherever Jazz goes or wherever he was… Prowl was home.

It didn’t matter if they were in Polyhexian or Praxus or Iacon, Prowl’s home was Jazz. Only Jazz. Always Jazz.

There relationship was vulnerable as Jazz found safety in Prowl. A safety that he craved so deeply after so many losses of loves and friends. Craving a love that would cherish him and keep him safe and help him build a home.

A home. Filled with love, music, laughter, books, sparklings. A Family.

That’s what Jazz wanted. That’s what he wanted with Prowl. His Prowl.

To build a home and a family.

Of course, it was wiped from his mind during a mission going wrong as he and his team got captured. Going through torments after torment. Seeing Mirage and Blaster in pain, Jazz’s didn’t realize the stingers and… it was gone. He felt himself sinking away. He and Prowl didn’t get to apologize for the argument prior about the war efforts.

How Prowl didn’t want Jazz to be on the field again after the last time he was hurt. How Prowl tried to stop him but Jazz insisted that he can’t leave him team. Like how everyone and Prime relies on Prowl’s strategies, they rely on Jazz for Intel and leading his Special Operation Team home safely.

Home… could he ever go back to his home? To his Prowl?

When Prowl rush into with a rescue, he found Blaster missing.

Mirage being cradled by Jazz, who looked at him with fear in his optics behind his visors.

“My Jazz…” he whispered. Almost cooing. Prowl stepped forward but froze as Jazz sunk his helm down as he cradle Mirage tighter, trying to look small.

“Don’t be scared, we’re all here,” Prowl gently said, trying not to alarm them.

He offered a servo. Prowl held his breath as Jazz looked at it nervously. There was quiet. They met optics. There was hope.

Jazz took Prowl’s servos.

It was so unfamiliar, Prowl noticed Jazz looking around their base nervous and a bit frighten. The only time he wasn’t afraid was when helping Ratchet and First Aid calm the erratic Mirage, all gentle and kind.

Prowl bit his lips as he watched the mech he loves dearly. Then his world shattered as Velocity brought him the news… Jazz can’t remember anyone at base… let Prowl.

Prowl blinked then looked at Jazz, who looked back at Prowl and offered a small smile. No… Prowl wasn’t going to give up. Never giving up on his beautiful Jazz.

Time progressed, Jazz, though without any memories of his friends and of his love, he found comfort in Prowl. Prowl was falling in love all over again with his Jazz, seeing the familiar playful smile and cheekiness that break through, he can’t help but laugh.

Until one day, while Jazz was excitedly telling him how he mastered Praxus music, how the day went, seeing his darling so happy and filled with so much joy. The darkness cleared away as Prowl took in Jazz’s light and kissed him. Jazz and Prowl froze as the Praxus pulled away and before he could say anything else, Jazz pulled him closer and kissed him again. Prowl let it consume him as he pushed Jazz down on the soft berth, pulling away as they stared at each other with big smiles,

I love you.

That was all it matters.

…

Ratchet and Drift are in a similar boat on relationship as Ratchet saved Drift’s life.

The moment Drift woke up and saw Ratchet smiling over him. He fell in love.

Ratchet in the other hand… it was a day his Life changed forever as the Death came into his arms and never wanted to let go.

It was painful to see Drift go as the pain welled into him. But Ratchet was hopeful to see him again as though, he wasn’t in love yet… or at least he didn’t realized it, he was fond of Drift and felt a connection.

However Ratchet found Drift again.

No.

Not Drift.

Deadlock.

Wielding a blade with dripping energon, killing a former comrade to save him as Ratchet stood watching in shock. He didn’t realize he was shaking.

Deadlock looked at him, noting the medic and gaze at him with pity and, it Ratchet was right, regret?

He nods at him.

Ratchet hiccups, stepping back.

Deadlock took the cue and left. Disappearing in the shadows. Leaving Ratchet alone to be found by his team.

To say he was shock to see Deadlock… Drift… whatever his name was, back again in the arms of Hot Rod later Rodimus Prime, bleeding out. Hot Rod adamant that they save him as Deadlock or Drift, saved him. So, Ratchet got to work.

As time went on, Deadlock was healing. Ratchet was by the berth, looking through the files and reports when the mercenary murmurs out,

“Doc?”

Ratchet looks at him. Biting his lips and offered him a smile. A smile the former mercenary was familiar with. A smile that he dreamt of every night filled with love and Sparklings running around, where Ratchet would kiss him easily. He laughs weakly and sadly,

“Beautiful.”

He fell back to recharge.

Ratchet blinked and sighed, asking Velocity and First Aid to take charge. He quietly left… and he cried, sinking to his knees.

Ratchet shook his head, not again and here Drift was… re entering his life.

Ratchet wondered if he should apologize that he didn’t stop Drift from leaving.

No… should Drift apologize for leaving?

Why didn’t he care that Drift left? Why did Ratchet care that he was back? Why did Ratchet even care… for him.

He can’t fall in love again. Not after Pharma. Or Wheeljack. Or anything else for the matter. Ratchet cancelled love all those years ago as it NEVER works for him.

To think it would work with Drift… it’s laughable and it hurts. Why did it hurt? Why can’t he fix it?

Ratchet peeked over at Drift behind the corner of the door. Not again…

Why… Ratchet thought sadly. Why… why is he back?

This time, Drift stayed. For some reason, it hurt Ratchet more that he did. The inner pain could leave him be, looking at Drift was painful. He tried to avoid with or keep conversation brief but Drift was a menace. Always railing him up as the old medic and old former mercenary found themselves feeling young again through banter and quick wit battles, trying to find the last words. Ratchet eventually found himself laughing until it hurts as he stares at Drift’s lopsided easy grin… then kisses him.

Ratchet froze and pulled away to apologize but Ratchet felt Drift pull him closer and kissed him again.

Ratchet let himself be loved. To feel love. To fall in love.

But after getting kidnapped and seeing his worst nightmares, he pushes Drift away as a tension grew between them. But Drift wasn’t going to walk away, not again. Never again. He corners the medic and demanded it he did anything wrong? If he needs to kill anybot? If Ratchet wants him to leave?

The last question earned him a loud NO from the medic and tears, Ratchet then yelled at the sword mech of how they first met and how he let him walk away. How he couldn’t save him. How much pain Drift endured and Ratchet couldn’t save him. How Ratchet fell in love and couldn’t save the mech he loves. How it was his fault and…

Drift covered Ratchet’s mouth and pinned him to the wall.

“Don’t you dare. My mistakes were mine. My choices and mine alone. You done nothing but saved me… now, I’m going save you. Tell me what I need to do.”

Ratchet was quiet as Drift slowly pulled his servo away from his mouth. There was quiet and Ratchet kissed him as Drift grabbed onto him, letting the medic lead him to his berth room. Throwing him onto his back, Drift hovered on top of him.

I love you was shared.

Life and Death were together. This is what matters.

…

Blaster and Soundwave always shared a tension. Back in Iacon, Blaster had the opportunity to work to Soundwave as he led him down into an underground rally and giving him insight first hand on what the revolution was really about. Before it went wrong.

Where once, Blaster listened with excitement and pure engagement as he hastily wrote it all down look at Soundwave with a beaming grin. Soundwave offered a handsome smirk and a charming wink, before placing his visors. Blaster laughed before hurried back his attention to the young miner and the archivist as the archivist started a rally call. “TILL ALL ARE ONE!”

Words that Blaster enthusiastically chanted on as Soundwave echoed behind him. Later that evening, Blaster skipped beside Soundwave as he thanked for the great day as not only he took him to a rally filled with new ideas and opening his optics to a bigger picture as he planned on using own voice to help gain more supporters. Soundwave took him to various environments to help his reports and took him on various adventures every hour of that day. How Blaster hated that the day came to a nearing end until Soundwave asked to spend dinner with him… an offer he would have hated to turn down.

Their friendship bloomed and Blaster kept his word of sharing the knowledge he had now, giving more supporters of the cause as Soundwave led the new recruits down the secret passages to these rallies.

They were quite a team.

Until they weren’t. The war broke out, both Head of Communication. Both separate from each other,

Soundwave had offered him to join him and his faction, Blaster, seeing first hand again… how the once inspiring revolution broke out into a war that killed millions and might extinguished their planet.

He refused.

This could have gotten him kill but Soundwave shook his helm and bowed his head, “Until we meet again.”

Blaster wished he didn’t let him go. That he wished he was killed.

Because now, he was tied up, laying on a berth as Soundwave came in with some energon. Blaster chuckled tiredly and glared, angry as he questioned Soundwave that this was what he wanted… a frag mate and to torment him, taunt him for superiority.

“Negative.” Soundwave muttered, resting the energon on the side table as he knelt down to Blaster’s level. “Soundwave is buying time to get you to safety, no one will bother you as long as you play a part. Can I rely on you to do so?”

Blaster was quiet at first but agreed.

Soundwave didn’t touch him.

Blaster was never harmed.

Soundwave kept his word.

Blaster was freed.

But before he left, Blaster gaze at Soundwave as he was close to cross the other side of the line. Back to his territory… he turned back and kissed Soundwave, catching him by surprise before running off. Looking over his soldier with a big smile and continued running to find his ride.

Soundwave blinked at grinned, before flying back to his headquarters.

He will chase him next time and he WILL catch him. If Blaster lets him.

…

Mirage and Hound were an amicable pair.

Both from different worlds and still managed to find a pure, beautiful love with each other. Mirage, who usually kept to himself and let himself hide from all wandering eyes while Hound had this atmosphere that drew people in. Hound was perfect in Mirage’s optics, he was funny and charming, open in ways Mirage wished he he could be.

Hound had various admirers, though he himself was oblivious to them as his optics were only on Mirage. From Bluestreak, Sunstreaker, and Trailbreaker, Hound only saw Mirage.

It was only Mirage.

Mirage count himself lucky as had the war not happened, he would probably never found his Hound. Not to say he was happy there was a war.

He had feared he would have grown cold, bitter and angry as before the war he was to be assigned to mate another, being highborn and noble, he was used to being controlled by other mechs in his life. He loved and envied Hound, who grew up much simpler but much more happily filled with love, joy, rumbling adventures in the outdoors, and laughter. So much laughter.

Hound introduced him to laughter. The sheer happiness to give out a real, happy laugh that filled him with warmth.

In Hound’s arms, there was warm love and real happiness.

He lost that.

After going through various torture and torment, seeing Jazz lose his memories and Blaster taken away. Mirage grew haunted into the coldness that he was use to as a youngling. The cold consumed and he pushed Hound way. To save him from Mirage himself.

For Hound didn’t need to feel that cold.

The cold that hurt him.

Literally… as Hound touched Mirage’s arm for the first, he yelped and Mirage hurriedly ripped his arm away.

The tears he saw in his love’s eyes.

“Mirage?”

Hound whispered.

Mirage shook his head, looking down at Hound’s servo that was trembling… Mirage looked back at his love before walking away, ignoring his calls. Hearing Hound hurrying after him, Mirage disappeared.

And Hound couldn’t pick up his scent.

(More couples and their pains soon, perhaps but also probably see these couples finding their back together again. Or finding a happy ending.)

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