A Chaotic Neutral

Title: A Turmoil of Trust
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts, Consortium
Rated: M
Characters: Jazz/Soundwave, Ravage
Description: Some things are instinct, and Proteus’ voice in Jazz’s audial sends a cascade of conflict through his spark.

Jazz doesn’t worry.

It’s not in his nature to worry. He doesn’t fret or get anxious. He’s a go with the flow sort of mech. He’s adaptability personified.

He doesn’t worry.

So what, then, is this feeling gnawing at his insides? Twisting and churning and tying him into knots?

He’d known Proteus would contact him. It was inevitable. It was why he’d finally grown the necessary struts and approached Optimus about the little tiny problem of his obedience coding. Optimus was getting ready to launch his first attack against the foundation of the institution, to make them realize he wasn’t here to demur to their antiquated ideas. Jazz couldn’t be a liability. So he’d addressed the problem.

Proteus’ ID code popping up in his comm queue still manages to catch Jazz by surprise. It makes a quiet trill of disquiet surge through Jazz’s lines. In two weeks, they’ll be in Polyhex for Optimus to address the Assembly. Proteus wants more than a status report, the likes of which Jazz has been dutifully sending since the coding was removed, all carefully falsified with Ultra Magnus and Prowl’s advice.

Proteus wants a face-to-face meeting, and Jazz is obligated to attend. His former master will not accept excuses. Jazz should be more than capable of sneaking away, and the implied punishment makes an echo of dread radiate through Jazz’s spark.

The message ends, and Jazz finds himself in the estate’s labyrinthine air vents.

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Title: The Sanctuary
Universe: Consortium, Pre-The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Soundwave, Blaster, Rewind
Rated: T
Description: Blaster’s doing all he can to keep the lights on when Soundwave comes to him with an unfortunate truth.

There’s never enough of anything.

Blaster gnaws on his bottom lip as he reviews their inventory, the available funds in their secret account, and their current population. There’s not enough credits, there aren’t enough fuel filters, and there’s certainly not enough energon.

He has to find a way to increase their income. He can’t force Soundwave any further into debt than he already is. It’s not fair to him.

The light rap of knuckles on the door frame makes him look up to see Rewind loitering, a datapad clutched to his chest. Blaster can already tell from their bond he’s not going to like what Rewind has to say.

“Another one?” Blaster asks.

Rewind nods, and there’s a flicker from the camera lens attached to his head. “It’s bad.”

Frag. Another expense.

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Title: Anamnesis
Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Hot Rod, Megatron, Hook, Scrapper, Scavenger, Long Haul, Bonecrusher, Mixmaster, Ravage, Soundwave
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Referenced Forced Body Modification, Memory Issues
Description: All kinds of trash gets tossed in the Heap, but when Hot Rod finds a barely-alive Empurate, he can’t leave the mech to die. Without his memory, Megs has no place to go, so Hot Rod offers him a place to call home. It’s meant to be temporary, but Hot Rod never expected wanting so badly for Megs to stay.

Commission for Withersake.

Chapter One

A new visitor to the Heap might find themselves overwhelmed with the stench of the place -- old grease and caked rust and decaying energon, the reek of death and abandonment basically. Hot Rod has visited the place so often he’s blind to it now. That and he’d had the foresight to shutter his vents, and turn off his olfactory sensors.

It’s a scrapyard. Mechs should know that it’s not the cleanest place on Cybertron to be.

Still. Better than a slagpile.

Narrow furrows wind through the teetering piles of junk and scrap. Hot Rod’s carved out some of his own through the years, but every once in a while, he’ll take a route hacked up by some other Scrounge, and find something on the list.

Not his list, just the list.

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Title: Reunion
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts
Characters: Sideswipe, Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Sunstreaker
Rating: T
Description: Sideswipe thought he’d never see his brother again.

Sideswipe doesn’t know what to think when a trio of Primal guards shows up on his doorstep and demands he come with them. He’s torn between refusing because of what Streamline might do to him, and sprinting along with them because of a stupid hope that their arrival means he gets to see Sunstreaker.

He immediately dashes that internal hope when he considers that seeing Sunstreaker is probably part of some ploy to force his brother into good behavior.

His excitement immediately cools.

Sideswipe goes with them because he doesn’t see where he has any other choice.

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Consortium
Chapter Four
The mood is remarkably lighter around the table this time around. Much of the tension has lifted out of the air, and there is less a sizzling distaste for Optimus.

No one outright glares at him. Optimus considers that improvement. Especially when Jazz rises, climbing up into the center of the table no less, a small stringed instrument in hand.

“I hope you don’t mind a little entertainment with your energon,” he drawls as he holds the nyckelharpa in place and lays a flat rod against the glowing lines. “I’m going to start with something slow and melodic.”

“I, for one, am not going to protest,” Ultra Magnus says.

“I don’t think anyone else is either,” drawls Starscream, his optics glittering as he looks up at Jazz. “Provided you have any talent at that thing, I mean.”

Jazz’s lips pull in a slow, challenging smirk. “Just you wait and see, Screamer.” He drags the bar across the glowing lines, a long, mournful sound rising from the instrument. “I’m gonna knock you on your aft.”

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Title: Consortium
Universe: Amalgam
Characters: Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, Starscream, Sunstreaker, Ratchet, Skyfire, Hot Rod, Soundwave, Laserbeak, Ravage
Rating: T
Enticements: Politics, Consent Discussions, Fade to Black Interfacing
Description: A Prime should be supported, they tell him. A Prime should have advisors and allies who will stand by him as he rules. They are to help shoulder the burden, to keep their Prime standing tall. They are meant to be more than berthmates.

Newly-appointed Optimus Prime now has a month to convince the ten Consorts the senate has chosen for him - ten relative strangers, most of whom have no desire whatsoever to be there - that he’s nothing like his predecessors, and that his vision for the future is one worthy of their support.

He has his work cut out for him.

Commission For SunnySidesofBlue


Chapter One

Optimus Prime’s chest aches.

Everything aches, truth be told. His new frame is unwieldy, large and uncomfortable. He feels awkward and coltish, even weeks after the transformation. His center of balance has shifted, his shoulders are too broad, and he’s a good foot taller at least.

The Matrix will settle in time, they tell him, but they can’t be more specific than that. It’s different for every Prime, they tell him. It took Sentinel a decade before he fully embraced the Matrix. Prima engaged with the Matrix almost immediately.

There’s a long span of time between immediately and a decade.

Optimus rubs at his chassis, the Matrix heavier within him than it logistically should be. Heavier still is the burden now resting on his shoulders: the rulership of an entire planet and its people. He has the Senate to assist him, and various other ruling bodies, but there is none so singularly known as the Prime.

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Rain or Shine
Part Five

“You look tired.”

It was an observation, not a question. Bluestreak made a non-committal noise in response and flicked the stylus over his datapad, marking off another zone.

“Jazz still hasn’t come home?”

Bluestreak vented. “No.”

“I can issue a bulletin. Have my mechs keep an optic out for him?”

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Universe: Transformers, Escort AU, All This and Heaven Too
Characters: Sunstreaker/Starscream, Rodimus, Sideswipe, Wrench
Rated: M
Warnings: lost siblings, reunited family, hard choices, angst, bdsm themes, humiliation kink slightly
Description: Sunstreaker didn’t understand why he felt so drawn to Sideswipe, until a mistake revealed the link between them, provoking a turn of events which will change everything.

Family Found
Part Five

Starscream ached.

It was the good kind of ache, but coupled with it was exhaustion. He felt strung out and wrung dry. He’d lost count of the number of overloads Sunstreaker got from him yesterday, and for a moment, he thought he’d gotten caught in a fever dream and confused Blurr for Sunstreaker. His Sunstreaker never had this much energy or stamina.

What had gotten into him?

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Title: A Perfect Storm
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.

Commission for MamaBlurr.

Chapter Five

Nine days.

Hardly a blip in the lifespan of a Cybertronian, but oh, it was nine days Ricochet was never going to forget. He’d forgotten how much fun semi-hate sex was. And no one had ever told him that Racers could go and go and go.

Blurr was ever so much fun.

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Title: A Perfect Storm
Universe: TF G1/IDW
Characters: Blurr, Jazz, Bluestreak, Ricochet, Prowl, Rodimus, Drift, Ratchet
Pairings: Blurr/Jazz, Blurr/Ricochet, Blurr/Ricochet/Jazz, Ricochet/Jazz, Bluestreak/Jazz, Drift/Ratchet,
Rating: M
Enticements: Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Twincest, Mechpreg, Canon Typical Violence
Description: Blurr happens to enjoy life on post-war Cybertron, but when a serial murderer starts targeting former Wreckers, Blurr ends up saddled with a bodyguard who rubs him in all the wrong ways. Or right ways, if you were to ask Ricochet. Let the battle begin.

Commission for MamaBlurr.

Chapter Four

They technically didn’t share a berth. Ricochet was supposed to recharge on the couch and the berth was for Blurr alone.

Those were the agreed upon terms, in theory.

In practice, Blurr on-lined every morning with a horny Decepticon wrapped around him, mouthing at the back of his neck and caressing his panels.

It wasn’t a terrible way to online. It’s just that in the week since Ricochet had showed up to safeguard him, he hadn’t recharged once on the couch. Of course, if Blurr was better at resisting temptation, maybe he could manage to exile Ricochet to the couch.

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