All humans are equally combustible, after all. Everything burns. So what's the point in falling in love? Itachi/Deidara.
Kankuro had never felt slighted in what they have, or doubtful. But lately, there was something that had been stuck on his mind. Kankuro/Lee, established relationship.
In which the Sand Siblings and Team Gai finds out. Kankuro/Lee, crack as crack can be. Drabble.
There were a number of things that a ninja had to do for their country. Using their body was one of those things, in all means possible. Even for pleasure. Slight Gaara/Lee, mentions of Lee having relations with a woman. AU
Being a barista had it perks. Extra credits, free coffee, and a chance to smile at one of the most beautiful mechanisms he had ever seen in his lifetime.
The more you love a memory, the stronger and stranger it becomes. Or so they say.
It was nothing but a logical solution to a problem. Prowl wasn't functioning optimally. A mech did what he needed to do, and that was it.
He thought it was an ethereal being, a mech that had died horribly and wanted to take revenge on his wrongdoers; because there was no way a living bot could limp with such grace.
There was a remedy for bad recharge cycles, and Starscream definitely knew how to fix a mech's sleep schedule.
There was such a thing as fate, just like everything else Misfire believed in, and there was no way he was letting this chance go.
Starscream had always been demanding, it's his nature. That doesn't stop Skyfire from hoping that his partner would just ask, sometimes.
Wasp preferred peace and quiet, and while he wasn't that bothered by a group of idiots fooling around in close proximity, he did care about one particular mech.
With Tailgate, it was as if he was experiencing sensory overload.
It didn't matter what the society thought, or what they kept telling Pharma over and over again.
Bulkhead was generally at peace with the world, despite its trials and tribulations, but he could thank the universe for giving him these mechs. The Constructicons.
Optimus couldn't imagine a life without Prowl. He didn't want to imagine a life without Prowl.
/ˈembər/ :the smoldering remains of a fire.
Yeah, his guns turned him on, so what?
Some things could never be the same. Some things never change.
Out of all the scenarios Starscream would dream up for them, this was by far, Skyfire's favorite.