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4 stories about Bluestreak&Prowl

Decisive
Few mechs realised how similar both Prowl's and Bluestreak's jobs were. Bluestreak had to keep calm during the heat of battle, lest his shot go wild. Prowl had to maintain his cool, or a simple miscalculation made during pre-battle would cost lives, many lives. Likewise, Prowl grappled with guilt that his decisions killed mechs, and Bluestreak regretted not pulling the trigger that little bit faster. But in the midst of the war, they could not afford to second-guess themselves, and most Autobots understood that.

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Droopy
Door wings were a good indicator of a Datsun's mood. That was why when Bluestreak's droopy door wings perked up after receiving a comm. (no doubt from the med-bay), most mechs breathed a sigh of relief and were glad their second-in-command was stable.

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Droopy (Take two)
Prowl was sitting at his desks clearing reports of the aftermath of the twin's latest prank (on Ironhide, of all mechs), when he was enveloped by a pair of arms hugging him tightly. Concerned optics looked up at him.

'What's wrong, Prowl?'

'Nothing's wrong, what makes you say that?' The tactician was rather surprised at Bluestreak's question, as he wasn't feeling particularly off. In fact, he was looking forward to finishing that last report.

Bluestreak's answer was to steer him towards the shiny metal door of their wash racks, where Prowl could clearly see his door wings in the reflection. They were drooping and had an air of gloominess around them. But, as his processor protested silently, he wasn't feeling miserable at all.

The only explanation Prowl's logic center could come up with was that his door wings were drooping. His beautiful door wings were sagging.

ARGGHHHHHH

He came out of recharge with a start, optics refocusing to find that he was in the berth he shared with the sniper.

Easing back down onto the berth, Prowl was glad he told no one, not even his bondmate, one of his greatest fears was that one day he would wake up to find that he had saggy door wings.

No, Prowl swore to himself with a shudder, no one would find out.

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Dazzling
Bluestreak snuggled into Prowl's side, and the tactician, in a rare display of public affection, wrapped his arm around the younger mech. The lights were dim in the rec. room for their weekly human movie appreciation night, and both pairs of optics were locked onto the screen keenly. A human-shaped blur dashed across the forest, moving at speeds Bluestreak was sure the organics were not capable of reaching.

'I heard this movie is really popular with the humans.' Prowl whispered into his audios, 'and many of their female youth are apparently quite obsessed with that one human.'

A glance at over at Mikaela proved that statement to hold true, and the female was tracking the said human on the screen keenly with her eyes. Bluestreak even detected some of her oral fluid dribbling out the side of her open mouth.

After a moment of careful scrutiny of the human with a mop of curly brown hair before him, he responded, frowning. 'I don't really get why they describe him as dazzling. He looks just like any other human young.'

Prowl only shrugged (as much as he could shrug with another mech latched onto his shoulder).

Bluestreak mused, humans sure had some weird customs.

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A - Twins/Ratchet - Done!
B - Ratchet/Wheeljack - Done!
C - Wheeljack/Bluestreak - Done!
D - Bluestreak/Prowl - Done!
E - Prowl/Jazz - Up next :)

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