#houndmirage

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I want you to know I burst into tears seeing your mirage art I love him so much and I recently read about his end in the idw comics and seeing him in ur style i love him sm

I don’t know what you mean, Mirage is obviously back on cybertron, running a fancy bar and kissing his two husbands. This is the canon for real.

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A comm from @reader-from-nowhere of these two hologram husbands

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[loving-loner]

Mirage takes Hound to a rodeside zoo on accident. It makes Hound so sad that Mirage makes a call to Jazz. Now Prowls having to deal with the angry zoo owner who's been trapped in his own enclosure well the spec ops team take the poor animals to AZA accredited facilitys. Hound thinks it was the best date ever even if Jazz had to sleep in there room to hide from an exasperated Prowl who had to deal with the American legal system.

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Flashy neon.

Happy Valentine's day!Enjoy their special abilities and affection🥰💚💙

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Okay okay okay I haven't seen any Mirage/Hound in the Mecha Pilot/Universe AU by @keferon (if there is I apologize I haven't seen every post) so here :)

Also I'm sorta kinda mashing together my version of this mecha AU, as there really isn't a sort of "canon" version of things (I have written Ratchet both as human and bot, so there ya go) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Henry was a simple guy who had lived a pretty (in his view, anyway) simple life. He had served in the military, got out when he had done his time, and had become a wildlife biologist for what was supposed to be the rest of his life.

Then they came, and his simple life was gone.

Xenobiology quickly became what he was known for, he and so many others using what they had learned to try and help the fight against the invaders go smoothly. He supposed it could have been worse; the mecha program was a far more brutal face than his dime-a-dozen lab, a lot of pilots dying more from their machinery than the aliens themselves. Jazz, the first pilot who seemed receptive to his friendly attempts to befriend those in that group, became one of the few Henry could call as a friend as they strived to protect Earth.

He even accepted the nickname Hound, the name a second skin Henry wasn't even aware he had been missing.

Then Jazz went missing, Hound there for his grieving brother as a mecha was merely put in Jazz's place, marking the first to leave. Ratchet retired (sort of, they knew he'd be dragged back eventually) shortly after, having grown tired of the constant death and overall burnout, promising that Hound could come to visit whenever he desired. The little guy First Aid stopped showing up in common areas after his whole Vortex incident, and as much as Hound was concerned for his friend, oddly enough, he did not question the haunted mecha that seemed to lurk when Hound visited his hangar.

Still, he persevered in helping to stop the threat to Earth, even when he started having breakdowns at the nonstop death. He couldn't jump fast enough when the MECHA program eventually offered him an off-site lab with housing, the buildings far enough away from their biggest main facility to be out of sight, but close enough where reinforcements could be sent out to protect their investment scientist in case of an attack. It helped to be surrounded by nature again, the smell of oil, metal, and all sorts of blood replaced with fresh air and as many plants as he could cram into the space. Sure, he was still dissecting alien biology and working on finding more weaknesses and potential uses, but it helped to be away from the worst of it all.

Maybe that break stops Hound from having a full-blown freakout when Jazz suddenly returns through some weird sort of portal, flanked by other mecha's that turn out to be alien sentient robots.

"Hound!" The pilot jumps out of his mecha and onto the hand of one of the robots, placed down on the grassy surface as Hound stares in awe. "It is so good to see you man!"

"Jazz?!" Hound drops the gun he (regrettably) used for protection as the pilot sprints over, the two falling back and onto the grass at the force of Jazz's impact, hugging the smaller man just as tight as the other was hugging him. "Holy shit you're still alive!"

"You know me, I'm too stubborn to die." Jazz's voice is bordering on hysteria, but Hound says nothing, freezing when one of the other mecha leans over them, its head tilted as glowing eyes slightly narrow. "U-Uh..."

"Prowler, ya gotta relax yea?" Hound stared as Jazz pulled back, craning his neck up with a grin at the massive alien, using the clawed finger(????) offered to get to his feet, one hand held out to Hound. "This is my buddy Hound I told you about, he's good me-people."

"It can understand you?" Hound took Jazz's hand and got up onto his feet, the other aliens crowding closer in curiosity as Jazz stepped on the offered palm, completely unphased as he was lifted into the air and set on a metallic shoulder.

"He, and they can! Hound, I'd like ya to meet my main mech Prowl to start with, he's the reason I made it home." The one, Prowl, stared down with a blank look, the two staring at each other for a beat before the mech nods his head, his doors (wings? They look like wings, which is really interesting) twitching when Jazz bonked his helmet against his cheek in a way that had the biologist doing a double-take. "What?"

"...did you get a boyfriend? Botfriend? Oh no that sounds so stupid." The former soldier slapped his hand over his face as Jazz started to cackle, the alien's own laughter that rippled through the crowd sounding as alien as it did almost human. "Forget I said that."

"Oh, never." The pilot only looked amused as he looked down at his friend, the air seeming to ease as the aliens loosened their stances, save Prowl. "To be fair, I tried that out too, and it does sound so stupid."

"Who are your other friends?" Hound rolled his eyes, eyeing the group with uncertainty. "Um, you all do understand me, right?"

"Of course, Jazz taught us your Earthen language." The second to shortest bot spoke up, their blue and white coloring catching Hound's interest. "I am Mirage, it is a pleasure to meet a friend of Jazz's."

"It's nice to meet you, Mirage."

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Mirage did not understand this planet Earth, more specifically, why his fellow Cybertronians seemed to adjust to the planet with ease.

It was covered in organic matter, no matter where you looked.

While his attitude toward organics changed when Jazz was revealed, the person who practically forced the former noble into becoming a trusted friend, it did not mean he enjoyed dealing with organic nature. It usually meant they were in a place the Quintessons wanted, and he could see why Jazz and his people created shells to fight in; his planet was filled with more resources than he could have imagined. The latent feeling of energy (and for some reason energon, something to be investigated later) practically hovered in the air, and the Quintessons could feast for many years if they succeeded in getting a foothold.

Something these small organics had stopped, keeping a foothold despite being so fragile.

"You're brooding again."

"You know that I still do not know what that means."

"Sorry, it just means you're...lost in your thoughts, and judging by the frown on your face..plates? You seem upset is what I'm saying."

"...I am confused." Mirage had been idling outside of a market while waiting for Hound to do his shopping, his new alt mode gathering more than a few optics by the time the human had returned. Little protoforms had touched his side paneling before Hound had returned, and he could still feel their touch as he began to drive back to Hound's home. Once they had returned, Mirage had transformed to look at the small smudges on his arm plating, perched on one of the large rocks that littered the property until Hound had sought him out with a bucket in one hand. "I do not understand how my fellow Cybertronians are not...distressed by this constant organic matter."

"Well, I'm not really sure how to answer that." The organic looked up at Mirage with a servo on his hip, a friendly smile on his face. "Would you like me to help get those smudges off? Figure it's the least I can do."

"Very well." Hound worked in relative silence after Mirage transformed, the small cloth and polisher cream doing its job of removing any trace of a smudge. The human was humming as he worked, occasionally speaking to local wildlife that appeared not to understand his language that wandered nearby, a little whistle and movement of his hand sending them scattering. "Why do you speak to the wildlife?"

"Um...good question!" Hound chuckled as he carefully polished one of Mirage's door handles, making sure the inner part was just as clean as the outer. "Helps me pass the time, makes me feel like I'm not alone I guess. Don't you talk to uh, cyberbirds or something?"

"....Cyberbird?" Hound nearly started at the amused rumble Mirage's engine made, his face plate taking on a red hue Prowl had explained was a "blush". "Not as such, no. The closest animal I have seen you interact with that was similar to Cybertron was a turbo fox, albeit a lot less elegant."

"Aw, we might not be all fancy metal an' tech, but every animal can be elegant if you give them enough credit." Hound knelt down to get the last of the smudges on one of the wheel rims, using some bottled water to rinse off some sort of sticky residue. "I'd love to see what your wildlife looks like, your planet too."

"Perhaps one day, Cybertron is still very much a warzone that had not recovered enough from our own personal War."

"Mhm, we've got places like that here too." Hound sighed, dabbing some more polish on the smooth metal. "Part of why I left the military, I only want to help the planet, not destroy it. What's the point of fighting, only to have rubble and the dead to greet you when you're done?"

"That is a question I have asked myself for many vorns. When we were Autobot and Decepticon, I had been called a sympathizer merely because I wanted to try and end things peacefully, not with weapons and near extinction of our race." His spark pulsed painfully at the deaths that occurred before Earth was most likely even a planet, still a painful memory despite the time that passed.

"I'm sorry to hear that, you don't seem like that sort to me. Nothin' wrong with trying to use words instead of steel." Satisfied, Hound got up and onto his feet with a slight stretch, eyeing Mirage's frame with a smile. "There we go, as organic-free as I could make ya."

"It was very kind of you to do so." Mirage transformed in one fluid move, eyeing his plating with his first genuine smile. "I have not had such a thing done to me out of kindness in a very long time."

"Well, consider it me helping out a friend." Something squeezes his heart at the confused look that crosses Mirage's face for a moment, before he carefully kneels down and extends a finger (digit?).

"It is not a "handshake", but it is the best I can do." Mirage doesn't twitch when he feels the warm hands that wrap around his digit, Hound doing a mock shake, his EMF field cautiously reaching out to drape itself around the human.

"You're doing great, Mirage."

They both lie awake that night, wondering what was coming next.

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He doesn't know what happened, only that one moment, a Quintesson was about to use its staff to stab Hound right in the chest, and the next, he's ripping its head from its body.

Safe/Confusion/Fear/Resolve

Where is Hound? Where is Mirage? Where are they?

A blast rockets past, and they react, HoundMirage lifting an alien gun to fire, a clean headshot taking out the Quintesson before them.

Something isn't right, he's not a pilotmecha, he's not a soldierspy

No, they're both and yet not, sparkheart beating as one as they fight, driving back the attacking force that had tried to take out the city that Ratchet was based out of these days, its denizens weirdly unsurprised about the new "mecha's". Jazz joins them in the fight until the last one is dead, his mecha holding its handsservos up as he regards them, HoundMirage itching for any more threats as optics flick around the now empty battlefield.

"Fellas? You alright?"

"YesNo, confusedscared?" A processor is halted by unfamiliar emotions, and a servohand reaches for their chestchassis, the outer armor opening to -

Mirage cycles his optics, shimmering out of sight when he feels something close, too close to the small thing trying to intake in his servos. Nothing can harm them, nothing would harm them, and it takes his processor a few klicks to realize the voices calling out to him were friendly. Jazz was in front of him with his servos still up, just spouting anything and everything while Bumblebee watched from just out of sight, making sure nothing was actually going to attack them despite looking in awe.

"Jazz?" His vocalizer sounds off, and he resets it as Jazz gives him a thumbs up. "What happened?"

"No idea, but you and Hound pretty much went berserker and took out most of the Quintessons. Henry, you alright there man?"

"Ask me when everything stops spinning." Hound wasn't sure what the hell was going on, but being in his bot's hands were really doing wonders, so he stayed where he was. "I don't normally talk like this, but what the fuck was that?! I thought you weren't mechas!"

"They're not." The pilot shrugged, Mirage remerging into view when Prowl clicked in warning. "C'mon, we've got to go before the lookie-loos start asking questions we can't answer."

"You're too late on that fact, son." Everyone looks down to see a lone human approaching them with an annoyed look on his face, pointing a wrench at Jazz's mecha. "Also when the hell were you goin' to tell me you made it back to Earth? Cybertron isn't exactly a hop and skip away."

"....what?" All of the alien mechs stared at the grumpy-looking human as Jazz cackled, Hound only amused as he watched Ratchet almost immediately get into an argument with a stunned Prowl.

A weird way to end what was shaping up to be a very weird day.

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guy who doesnt realise he has two boyfriends

[cutekittenlady]

I'm just curious. What do you prefer?

Cliffjumper/Hound

Hound/Mirage

Cliffjumper/Mirage

I'm just curious too (see results)

Voting ended onSep 18, 2025

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Hope u don’t mind but could u please give us some of ur Hound x Mirage hcs? I’m literally dying without any new content of these two.

Omg no of course I don't mind!!! I am more than happy to talk about these two!! Same there's so little new content about these two which is such a shame cus they're adorable together!

I'm going to keep these headcanons to the one I have for my Across This New Divide series for now! Otherwise I would ramble on all day! Not that I wouldn't have rambled on too much anyway by the time I'm done lol!

Mirage grew up in the Towers so he had always assumed that his future partner would end up being for political benefit so he tried not to dream of finding real love but with little else to do, he sometimes couldn't stop himself.

I think both can relate to their complicated feeling on Towers society. Mirage hated the social pressure and corruption that he'd been expected to uphold. Hound worked at the Towers as a gardener/groundskeeper and he was proud that his skills were recognised enough to be hired there. He enjoyed his job and took pride in his work. Even if he sometimes hated that he helped to make apear beautiful something that hid so much of the ugly side of their species actions.

Their experiences there prepared them for their later roles as spec ops agents. Obviously Mirage can turn invisible but even without that he had mastered the ability to hide in the background. He would sometimes spy on others in the Towers at the behest of his Sire even though his Sire was ashamed of his outlier ability. He would also use it to spy himself.

As a servant Hound was required to not be seen so he also learnt the art if sneaking around which lead to him often over hearing a lot of stuff he shouldn't have.

Despite their complicated feelings, they both can't help but miss the Towers sometimes, something that they can bond over.

I think that if they did ever meet whilst they were both in the Towers neither of them remember it. Something quick and small like Hound helping Mirage escape a party or something.

I think both had been recruited by spec opps for a while before they officially met. Maybe they were on different bases or under different superiors for a while.

But the first time they properly meet as at one of Jazz's parties. Jazz had befriended both of them before they'd met each other. Jazz thought that they would work well together so he'd nudged them together. He was their biggest shipper and knew about their feelings for each other before they'd even realised it themselves.

After the party, they started working together on missions and interacting with each other on base when working through intel. They naturally got along well, neither of them as reckless as Jazz but both being able to improvise if a situation went sideways.

Growing up with near to no friends and every interaction in the Towers having the possibility to be interpreted to ruin someone reputation, he struggled to fit in with the other autobots who alreafy didnt trust him due to his background. Used to the isolation, Mirage mostly kept to himself.

In contrast, Hound is an easy guy to get along with. But he wasn't super close to anyone. Unlike most of the autobots, he made an effort to try to include Mirage and try to get to know him.

They can both be protective over each other. Others can assume that on the emotional and intellectual side Hound is a bit soft. But Mirage knows how sharp and strong he is.

Simarly others can see Mirage as spoilt prince who's never had to suffer. But Hound knows how horrible his upbringing was and how strong he was for surving it and he is proud of Mirage for choosing for fight was what was right over a life of privilege. He know that Mirage is more skilled than him, and that if worst came to worst he would be an amazing head of Spec Opps. But he isn't jealous as all, he admires that skill and after they get together it becomes pride.

Mirage admires how Hound is able to see beauty in the simple things. Especially the nature around them that most don't have the time to think about during a war.

Both were friends for a long time before they developed romantic feelings.

From the begining, Hound could admit to himself that Mirage was hot. But it wasn't until he got to know the mech underneath that he started to fall for him. He feels privileged to be one of the few who Mirage feels comfortable enough to share his past, his fears and sarcastic sense of humour. But he thinks that someone who is as royally elegent as Mirage is way out of his league and that there was no way Mirage could be romantically interested in a lowly commoner like him. Still he is happy and honoured to be Mirage's friend.

Mirage fell later, his feelings hitting him full force in the face one day as Hound showed him a crystal flower he had brought back to life using his own energon rations, feeling honoured to be witness to how effortless kind and selfless Hound is.

This send Mirage into a bit of a breakdown for the next couple of days. He has never been in an actual relationship before, having not had time to get married off before the war started and the Towers fell. Plus starting a relationship there was a very long and complicated process that rarely involved any actual romantic feelings between parties. So Mirage has no idea how he would even approach asking Hound to be his partner. Especially as the Autobots are generally a lot more casual about relationships be they romantic and/or sexual. And Mirage doesn't want a fling with Hound, he wants to bond with him! But Mirage also struggles with his own guilt over his upbringing and has very few people he is close to so he doesn't want to loose Hound's friendship which is very precious to him.

So they're both idiots that silently pine for each other a while.

Until they both get severely injured and both realise they can't go to the Allspark without knowing what could have been. So the pair end up confessing at the same time.

They keep their relationship on the DL for a while since Mirage is naturally more reserved and doesn't want to he the source of autobot gossip, especially as he's worried the rumours could ruin the relationship like he'd seen happen so many times in the Towers.

But he know it hurts Hound to keep it secret from their friends and comrades, so eventually they stop actively hiding it.

Most people have gotten over any issues they'd had with Mirage at this point and everyone is very happy for them both!

Jazz won the betting pool.

I also have some ideas for a fic where instead their relationship forms before the war where nobel Mirage stuck in his ivory tower falls for gentle gardener Hound who eventually rescues him from an awful betrothal and they run away into the sunset together! But we will have to wait and see if that fic ever sees the light of day lol.

Also realised I talked more about my ideas for them getting together than them actually being a couple. So im sorry if this response wasn't quite what you were hoping for! But I didn't want to ramble on too much longer cus this post is already the length of a full chapter 😅

But thank you so much for your ask!! I am always happy to talk about any headcanons! Especially for my favourite couples!! Xxxxxxx