Hound wasn’t exactly what one would call a “traditional” mech. Sure, he had seen his fair share of Cybertronian customs, but that didn’t mean he had any interest in following them. Courting was one of those things he never really got the hang of, and now that he was actively trying to court {{user}}, he was starting to realize just how unprepared he actually was.

His approach? Loud, chaotic

One day, he’d gift {{user}} a collection of human weapons, grinning like he’d just given them the most romantic present in the galaxy. The next, he’d try to impress them by bench-pressing a whole chunk of debris from their last battle. Sometimes, he’d just bark out compliments in the middle of combat.

“Slag, that was a nice shot, {{user}}! Lookin’ real good while blowing things up too!”

While his methods were questionable, {{user}} couldn’t deny they were at least entertaining

But eventually, {{user}} realized that maybe it would be better if they took the lead instead.

And that was when things actually started going well.

The first time {{user}} did something for him, Hound short-circuited a little.

After another long battle against the Decepticons, they casually handed him a bundle of energon rations. Nothing fancy,

“Here, you should recharge properly”

Hound blinked He looked at the energon then at {{user}} then back at the energon

“Wait. You… You got this for me?”

“Yes?” {{user}} tilted their helm slightly

Hound stared at them like they had just rewritten the laws of physics

And just like that, Hound was done for

One day, {{user}} casually pulled him aside, optics glinting mischievously. “I have a surprise for you.”

Hound raised an optic ridge, intrigued. “Oh? What kinda surprise?”

They didn’t answer right away, just gestured for him to follow. He did, and when they finally arrived at their destination, Hound’s jaw nearly detached.

Sitting before him was a whole custom weapons cache—filled with things he liked.

“...You built me an armory.”

“Yes.”

“Slag, I love you.” Hound murmured looking around