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You onlined your optics slowly, a bright light nearly blinding you and you immediately shut them off again. A stern voice startled you, making you quickly online your optics once more and stared at the blurred figure that was sitting by your side. He appeared to be a black and white mech, but one you have never seen before.

His voice was stern as he said, “It is going to be alright. My men found you under some rubble during their reconnaissance mission. We will get you back to base so our medic can patch you up. My name is Prowl. I am the head tactician and Second in Command of the Autobots.”

You could only nod at him, having no feeling in your frame at all and the mech motioned for some other mechs to approach you with a medical berth, as you’d assumed. The white and black mech did not look at you again, instead reaching for the top of his head. “Oh, talking to someone,” you thought to yourself as you were lifted onto the medical berth.

Before long, you were brought into this large room filled with berths that you assumed were used for treating patients and your assumptions were right when a large red and white mech appeared from the back of the room. “Were there any survivors other than her?” the red and white mech asked, voice concerned as he acknowledged you laying there.

“No,” said the black and white mech simply, his rather elegant and attractive door-wings flaring with his words. “If you’ll excuse me, I have work to attend to.” “Fine, but you’ll need to be checked out later,” warned the red and white mech sternly, holding a wrench in his hand. It wasn’t reassuring and you began to freak out, struggling to run.

“Relax,” said the red and white mech calmly. “My name is Ratchet. I am the Chief Medical Officer for the Autobots. I am here to help you.” That was a little comforting and you allowed yourself to relax. The medic smiled a little, and he asked: “Do you remember anything that happened prior to our tactician finding you?”

You shook your head no, unable to find your voice just yet and the medic looked concerned. “It appears you were attacked,” he said, voice grim. “Your vocal processor has some damage to it, but nothing I can’t fix.” He stood up and walked over to get an Energon drip that would help heal your wounds.

While attaching the drip, Ratchet continued “I suggest that you rest for now and I will get you some medicated energon to feed on later.” You nodded, feeling exhaustion creeping through your frame and Ratchet hummed in appreciation. He walked away and you felt yourself succumbing to your exhaustion, allowing yourself to fall into recharge, offlining your optics in the meantime.

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What seemed like hours later, you awoke to the sound of two ‘Bots fighting, and you groaned quietly, wanting nothing but silence to overwhelm you. Ratchet was among the two ‘Bots that were fighting and he said, acknowledging that you awakened, “She’s awake, Commander. We’ll discuss this later.” He turned to you with a small smile and walked over, carrying a cube of energon. “This is medical grade energon,” he explained gently, putting the cube down on a table next to your berth. “I trust that you recharged well.”

You nodded, and you noticed a familiar black and white mech standing by the front of the medical bay. He had a frown set upon his face, door-wings flared in annoyance, and he remained quiet, his icy optics staring at you. “She needs to be interrogated,” he said coldly, stiffening his posture.

“And she will,” said Ratchet sternly, whipping around sharply to look at the mech behind him. “It does her no good to be interrogated if she is not right in the mind, Prowl. Keep that in mind. I shouldn’t have to remind you.” Prowl glared at the medic, saying nothing more and he looked up when a taller mech walked into the room.

“How is she doing?” His voice was deep, vibrating through your frame like an earthquake and stopping next to you. “She is healing well,” said Ratchet proudly, feeling glad that you were responding to his medical energon. “Needs a lot of rest and questioning, but I feel there is no reason to think that she’s dangerous, Prime.”

Ahh, the Prime, you thought. You’d heard so much about him during your missions and were told he was not one you’d wanted to fight against. You’d never understood why he was such a fearful icon for the Decepticons until now. Seeing him up close and personal was a different story compared to what you were told.

Prowl vented heavily, impatient and Ratchet said, “You are dismissed for the time being, Commander. I will send you her vitals later on, but for now, I am quite busy with other things at hand. She isn’t the only patient here, you know.” “Of course, doctor,” said Prowl curtly, nodding his head briefly before turning on his heel and walking out of the medical bay.

Ratchet turned to you, and he said, “This is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, of which I’m sure you’re undoubtedly aware of. He is here to talk to you and get some information, if that’s alright? I promise that no harm will come to you.” You nodded and Ratchet took that as his cue to leave the area.

Optimus vented gently as he sat down next to you and he said, voice kind: “So, I see that my men found you during a reconnaissance mission. Do you remember what happened before they found you?” “No,” you finally managed to croak out, sitting up into a more comfortable position, eyeing the mech suspiciously.

“Don’t worry,” said Prime calmly, putting his hands up as if to say that it was alright. “We’re not here to hurt you. Prowl and his men as well as I mean no harm.” You nodded as he continued to say: “What was the last thing you remember?” “I… I’m not sure,” you said honestly, trying to think of the events prior. “I remember waking up and your men finding me under rubble. I’m afraid that’s all I remember.” Prime nodded understandingly and he said, “It is okay not to remember anything. It appears as though you’d been attacked, though I’m unsure of who did it. For now, you will remain in the medical bay until you’re healed. From there, we can discuss further plans.”

You nodded, and Optimus allowed himself a small smile. He stood up to his full height and he walked to the medical bay entrance, where Ratchet was waiting. The medic nodded once and after the Prime left, he turned his attention towards you. “The Prime wants me to keep a close optic on you, and make sure the ‘Cons aren’t coming after you,” Ratchet said with a firm voice. “Though there’s a small chance they would get underground.”

You smiled a little at that and Ratchet went about his business. Your mind floated off to the black and white mech from earlier and you wondered who he was. More than you were told, that is. You’d decided that it was something that you would have to ask Ratchet about later, but for the moment your HUD alerted you that your systems were low.

After sipping on your energon and finishing it, you felt exhausted once more, offlining your optics and you fell into a deep, dreamless recharge.

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It wasn’t long before you were discharged from the medical bay and were greeted by a red Autobot that had a naturally more aggressive tone. “I am to take you to the Commander’s office,” he said gruffly, eyeing you suspiciously before turning on his heel and walking away. You said nothing as you quickly followed him, impressed by the size of the base.

The walk was not long, and you’d only made a couple of turns before you were stopped by the Autobot and he said: “Wait here.” You waited patiently with the mech as he pinged the Commander on the other side and you both were smoothly led into the room. The door shut quietly, and the air was tenser than you imagined.

“Ironhide, Y/N,” greeted the Commander, icy optics boring into you as though he could see through your frame. “So, I see that you’re recently released from the medical ward, Y/N. I am going to be your commander while you stay on this base, and you are to report to me directly when a report is finished, is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said as firmly as you could, despite the anxiety that shook internally. The Commander nodded once, looking down at the datapad he had in his one hand and didn’t say anything for a long while. The red Autobot waited patiently by the door, not moving until he was told to, and you felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

“I have looked through everything here,” said the black and white mech after a long while, looking up at you with those rather beautiful icy optics. “You will be monitored closely, and if you try to do anything, you will be punished severely. Is that understood?” He raised an optic ridge when you didn’t respond at first, and you eventually nodded with a “Yes, sir.”

“Very well; Ironhide will escort you to your private habsuite,” said the Commander simply, a door-wing motioning towards the door dismissively. “Tomorrow, you will be shown around the base, and we will discuss further matters from there.” “Yes, sir,” you said firmly, nodding stiffly and the Commander dismissed you.

You followed Ironhide to your habsuite, which was not far from the medical ward, and he said in a gruff voice: “This is where you will be staying. Do not try anything stupid. The room is monitored by our Chief Security Officer at all times. Everything that happens within this room is reported to the Commander.

“Be lucky that he allowed a former Decepticon aboard the team so willingly. He does not do this lightly.” With that, he gave you the keycode and headed back down the direction that you’d come from. You vented softly, walking into the room and were surprised to see it fully accommodated.

The room was not big, much like those of the Officer quarters, but it was bigger than you’d ever had during the Decepticons and you’d allowed a small smile to spread across your scar torn faceplates. There was a berthroom off to your left as soon as you walked in with its own private door attached, and a kitchenette sat to your right. A living space sat in the middle of the two rooms, and a cooler fully stocked of Energon cubes sat closer to the living space. A desk sat on the far corner with a computer, one you’d assumed would be used for future work. It was impressive to you, and you couldn’t help but wonder about the room size the officers and soldiers around would be allowed to access.

You were startled out of your thoughts when a ping at your door sounded and you said, “Enter.” The mech behind the door walked in and nearly backed out once more when he laid his optics on you. “Oh,” he said, clearly startled as well and bowed his head in apology. “I’m sorry for the intrusion.”

“It’s no problem,” you said, trying to sound friendly and the mech visibly untensed his shoulders. “I just saw someone come in here and I thought that you were trying to break in,” explained the mech quickly, stepping into the room just enough for the door to close. “I did not know we picked up a new member of the Autobots. They tell me nothing, you know?”

You shifted onto one foot slightly, making the mech jump a little and you said, voice calm, “I am not going to hurt you.” “Oh, right,” said the mech, door-wings trembling a little with his words and he put his hands by his sides. “Name’s Bluestreak. What’s yours?” “I’m Y/N,” you said calmly, allowing yourself to smile a little.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” said the mech with a smile of his own, though he was clearly nervous. “I better get going. My brother is going to come looking for me if I don’t report to him soon. Nice seeing you!” With that, he turned and swiftly left, door-wings held in a familiar way that reminded you of the Commander.

You shook your head in amusement, and you’d decided that you were tired enough to recharge. It was a long day starting from the moment you were dismissed from the medical bay, and it was time that your body needed some rest. You vented quietly, walking calmly to the berthroom and stopped when you saw the size of the berth within.

It was more than you could ever accept from anyone, let alone the enemy. You’d half expected them to keep you as a prisoner, rather than seemingly welcome you with open arms and you couldn’t help but wonder if the Commander had anything to do with it or if the Prime himself did. Not that it mattered at this point.

The berth was huge and covered with a thick blanket that was large enough to cover two mechs that were twice your size. You’d smiled as you sat down, feeling the bed sink slightly under your weight and the blanket hugging around your hips. Your crimson-colored optics were the only thing that lit the room and you’d realized there was a switch that could personally dim the lights if you’d wanted them to.

Ignoring the burning questions that quickly filled your mind, you laid against the pillows and tried to relax. You started thinking about some of the friendships that began to develop within the ranks, especially with the Seeker Trine that were often flying on their own missions and energon began to fall from your optics. You felt betrayed, even with the Seekers and you wondered if they were any part of your deactivation attempt or if they even knew anything about it. Megatron was one to boast about things if something has been done successfully or he thought it might have been done successfully.

More than anything, you’d wished that the Autobots had not found you and left you to your demise that you felt you’d deserved. With those thoughts in mind, you’d allow yourself to fall into a dreamless recharge, getting the most you had gotten in a long time.

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You’d woken up to the sound of someone pounding on the door, and you vented softly. Sitting up slowly, you looked up when the Commander walked in, and he nodded once. “Y/n,” he said simply, allowing himself into the berthroom. “I am going to tour you around the base myself as I have things that need to be addressed. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said with a nod, and you stood up to follow him. Prowl eyed you once before nodding to himself and walked out of the room, holding his door-wings high above his shoulders. You followed him in silence, stepping out into the busy hallways and he motioned for you to follow him down the opposite you’d come in.

“This is the mess hall,” Prowl said once you reached a large and empty room. “Here we use to take breaks or whenever our shifts are done, we hang out.” He motioned towards some energon dispensers, and you said, “We have never had anything of the sort while aboard the Nemesis. Not that I had too many chances to wind down.”

You grimaced slightly when Prowl turned to you with that same stare, he’d given to you when you met in his office and bowed your head in shame. “I’m sorry,” you said automatically when he didn’t say anything. “That wasn’t relevant.” He only raised an optic ridge and continued to walk through the halls.

"Wait here,” he said curtly, glaring at you firmly before walking into an office and you’d vented softly, feeling unnerved. You were startled out of your thoughts when a blaster was pressed against your helm and a voice said, “What are you doing here, Decepticon creep?” You tightened your posture and said slowly: “I’m here with the commander.”

A low growl came from the ‘Bot standing behind you that was pressing the blaster against your helm and a second voice joined: “Don’t touch her, Sunny! Unless you want to be thrown in the brig! Prowl is in the office and could come out any minute.” Sunstreaker, as you’d later learned, backed off and stared at the red Autobot approaching you cautiously.

Prowl opened the door at that moment, much to your relief and Sideswipe tried to bolt. “What were you two doing?” asked Prowl sternly, flaring his door-wings aggressively. “You two were supposed to be on shift by now.” “She’s a Decepticon spy,” snarled Sunstreaker angrily, not putting his blaster down. “She could be reporting to Megatron by now.”

“That is none of your concern,” snapped Prowl angrily, his authority showing clearly. “You have a shift to do, and this will be your final warning. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” said Sideswipe lowly, bowing his head in shame and Sunstreaker only nodded curtly. Prowl inclined his head, meaning business and the twins scampered off.

Only when the twins disappeared around the corner did Prowl relax his door-wings back into their natural state and he snapped back to reality. He looked at you with mixed emotions and he almost appeared concerned, but the expression was gone before you could call out on it. He did not ask if you were alright, instead saying, “Let’s continue.”

You followed without saying anything, your mind trying to process everything that happened, and you felt guilty about what happened. Prowl only spoke when he felt it was necessary and he said, stopping at an abandoned office: “This will be yours. It is not yet ready for you to move into, and I will alert you once it is. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said respectfully, and he nodded once, appreciative. You opened your mouth as if to say something but shut it again and you looked down the hall from where you’d come. “Y/n, is something bothering you?” the Commander asked, unmoving. “You’re nervous.” You were quiet for a long time, not sure if you should say something and as soon as he was about to say something, you’d spoken up:

“It’s about those two that tried to end my life... What was that about?” Prowl worked his jaw, clenching his teeth before he bowed his head, looking at the ground and he said, voice cold: “They are twins. Names are Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They’re good on the battlefield, but they’re trouble within the base. That is all you need to know.”

He motioned for you to follow him once more and you did, though you wondered what was going on through his mind. The mech was confusing, and you’d never met him before during all the battles you had among the Decepticons. “Y/n,” said Prowl firmly, waiting for you a few hundred meters away. “Come.”

“Sorry,” you’d said to him for what seemed like the hundredth time since your release from the medical bay. Prowl did not comment, instead raising an optic ridge and walking away. You followed behind him, keeping yourself at a distance and looking at everything around you, remembering where things were.

Red Alert and Inferno were in the command center when you followed Prowl into it. The two mechs were going over camera data when they nodded respectfully to Prowl, eyeing you suspiciously. Prowl stopped at a balcony, and you’d followed until you were at the entranceway, not wanting to get too close to him.

“You can also rest here,” he said curtly, turning his head slightly to look at you and planting his hands on the railing. He vented heavily, looking over the distance and you refrained from wanting to comfort him. His face looked so young and peaceful in the sunlight that began to disappear into the night, making you blush slightly.

You were a warrior, you reminded yourself and snapped to attention once more. Prowl hadn’t turned from his spot and a familiar voice sounded from behind you: “My brother is going through more than you could imagine, y/n. Your kind wiped out our city, you know. He is taking it the hardest.

“Me? I have accepted that I will never see my home again. But my brother…Prowl has raised me since I was a mechling and he regrets that I had to witness the city’s fall. Our creators were killed effortlessly within the city, never to be recovered from the rubble. Please do not bring this up to him. He will get very angry and colder than he is to most mechs and femmes. If he tells you anything, it’s on his own accord. No one can force him to talk about what happened to either one of us.”

You only nodded at the younger mech who didn’t smile, and he nodded his thanks before running off with red and horned mech. Your attention returned to the silent black and white mech before you, not wanting to move in case he wanted to show you somewhere else. “I do not require your presence,” said Prowl curtly, not bothering to look at you.

“Sir?” you asked, confused at first. “You can go,” he repeated coldly, turning to look at you with those piercing optics once more. His fists clenched and unclenched rhythmically, and you decided not to argue with the mech. You turned to leave, glancing behind you once more and Prowl glared at you with an expression you’d never seen before.

It almost looked pained, but you weren’t sure, and you’d decided to let the thought slip away for the moment. Before long, you found yourself back in your strange quarters and the door opening and closing went unheard as you fell into a recharge.

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Sitting on the balcony chair, you’d vented softly and Bluestreak walked over to you with a small smile you’d come to adore. “Prowl wants me to train you,” he said, smile faltering a little. “He told me to come find you when my shift was over and begin training you.” “For what?” you asked, looking up at the young mech.

“I’m not sure,” he said honestly, shifting uncomfortably. “He told me not to ask questions, so I think it’s best that I don’t.” “Bluestreak, is your brother that bad?” you asked curiously, raising an optic ridge. Bluestreak vented, fiddling with his digits and he said, “I am not sure I should tell you much more than I already have, y/n.

“My brother is sensitive about what is said about what we have been through, and if he knew that I already said too much, he would chew my aft.” He looked behind him quickly to make sure Prowl wasn’t lingering around and you nodded in understanding as you said, “Things amongst the Decepticons were the same thing.

“No one could talk about anything that was classified, including the missions we were on. It was hard some days not to talk about things to your friends, the few that you’d even have among them. You’d be lucky to gain the respect of the superior officers aboard the nemesis.” You vented softly, looking over the ruins of Cybertron, lost in thought and Bluestreak found himself standing next to you.

“We should get going,” he said firmly, sounding a bit like his brother in the moment and you stood up to follow him. “My brother is going to be joining us in a little while once he gets done with his shift, if he doesn’t overwork as he likes to do.” You raised an optic ridge at his statement but didn’t press the matter and the two of you walked in companionable silence.

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“Here we are,” announced the young door-winged mech in cheer as you approached the training room. You smiled at him and Bluestreak eagerly led you into the room, pointing at some blasters in the meantime. “I noticed you smiling at my brother last night, y/n,” said Bluestreak innocently, turning towards you with a slight grin.

You glared at the young mech, and he chuckled before moving to grab a blaster for the both of you. “Your brother is dealing with a lot,” you said conversationally, grabbing a blaster from Bluestreak and immediately inspecting it. “With being the head tactician and the head of Military Ops, yes?”

“That is correct,” said Bluestreak confirming your question, looking at you suspiciously. “Why do you ask?” You shrugged a shoulder and said: “He deserves to have a smile thrown at him once in a while. Seems like no one here does that.” “Y/n, you do realize that my brother is a well-respected mech around here, don’t you?” vented Bluestreak, turning away from you to load his blaster.

“Yes,” you said simply, not ashamed of your statement. Bluestreak vented softly, putting his blaster down and he said, voice quiet: “My brother thinks that he doesn’t deserve to be smiled at. I don’t really have that opportunity. With Prowl, everything is military. He will not appreciate anyone smiling at him, especially because of that.

“Does that make sense to you, y/n? I will let him explain things to you if he chooses to. But I think smiling at him should remain out of the question unless he allows it. In my opinion, not many, if at all, mechs around here get to have that chance. It’s unlikely that a femme would bring him to his knees.

“He had a mate once… before the war. A long long time ago, before I was sparked most likely. He doesn’t talk about it to anyone, not even his brother. Most days, he spends his time in his office working late and that’s all I have known him to do. I worry about him, y/n. More than I could tell you.

“Don’t tell him that I told you these things. Rumors are going around that there’s a reason he kept you alive, but I will not tell you because honestly, I don’t believe that. We’re Autobots by nature and save those who are injured. Not because of the things mechs are saying. Is that understood?”

Before you could respond, Prowl walked through the doors and both of you stood as still as you could. “Bluestreak,” he acknowledged coldly before turning to you. “Y/n, I trust your training has been going well.” “We were just going through the basics of how to use a rifle,” said Bluestreak before you could answer.

He regretted it when Prowl glared at him icily and you said, catching his attention immediately: “We were just getting started, Commander, sir. He was teaching me how to put the safety on before moving out to the range.” Prowl said nothing, his piercing optics staring at you briefly before moving to grab his own blaster.

Bluestreak eyed you briefly in a warning and you nodded before Prowl could return to where you were standing by the wall. Prowl walked over to you, stiff as a stick and he said, voice monotone: “You will need to learn this before I send you to fight on the battlefield. The Decepticons won’t accept you back into their ranks, so I have decided to train you to be one of ours.

“Be aware that you’re not free to do anything you want while you are here. Many of the Autobots here, including my brother, are very nervous with your presence. Is that understood, y/n?” “Yes, sir,” you said with a respectful incline of your head. He nodded once before leading you out to the range.

Instead of standing next to you to fire his blaster, Prowl walked behind you with his hands behind his back and paced around while commanding you. He watched you carefully as you lifted your hands and put your head level with the blaster, looking down the barrel. “No, you have to do it like this,” he said sharply, grabbing your hands and repositioning them so that you had a better shot at the target. “Now fire. You should always keep the barrel flat against your cheek line as this makes it easier to fire upon a target.”

“Yes, sir,” you said, voice calm as you refocused on your target and fired. The bolt hit the edge of the target, missing the mark completely and Prowl vented his agitation. “You were a warrior of the Decepticon cause, were you not?” he asked, voice laced with anger and impatience. “Yes, sir,” you answered quietly, bowing your head in shame. “But it has been some time.”

“Excuses will not get you through a battle, y/n,” snapped Prowl as he stepped towards you to take your blaster. “You are done for the day. But I want you to come here every day with my brother’s assistance and by the end of the week, I expect that you are back to where you were. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said while handing him your blaster and giving Bluestreak a nod before heading out of the room.

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It has been a week since the Commander told you that you needed to work on your training and Prowl was impressed with your progress. Bluestreak was away on a mission, and you’d found yourself missing the young mech. You vented heavily when you felt a tear fall from your optic and decided to go out to the balcony.

A mech with a strange accent was standing near the balcony entranceway and he smiled widely at you, visor brightening as he did. “So, this is y/n,” he said, walking over to you and your body bristled with nerves. “Ah don’ believe ah’ve met ya, y/n. Mah name’s Jazz, or Meister.” He held out a hand and you looked at him strangely before he laughed.

“Tis a earth thing,” he explained, though you had no idea what an earth was. “Not tha’ ah expect ya to kno’ wha’ earth is.” You nodded slowly, still unsure of the mech before you and he sauntered off to another mech, one you’d come to know as Wheeljack. Another red mech stood next to him, and you’d wondered how many of them were on the base.

Prowl’s curt tone snapped you out of your thoughts and you’d looked at him when he said: “Enjoying the sights, y/n? I’m afraid there won’t be much more of it left. Not with Megatron on the run.” The mech walked over to where you stood and allowed his normally stiff posture to relax a little.

Though the stoic frown on his face remained, and you said nothing to him for a long while. Finally, you’d looked at him and said: “Why did you keep me alive, Commander? I’m an enemy to your cause, and I should not be allowed the privilege of being alive. Many of your men still are uneasy with my presence here.”

“Be lucky that you are even alive to begin with,” said Prowl in response, shifting back into his stoic posture, looking at you. “I could have killed you, yes, but I didn’t. The reason I did not is personal, and you have no right to know.” You vented softly, bowing your head in shame of asking him and you looked over Iacon once more.

Black specks in the distance flew off until they were seen no more, disappearing into the sunset and it seemed peaceful. But you knew that it was far from the truth, and you wished that a war not big enough to destroy the world was happening at all. “Y/n?” said Prowl, his voice slightly concerned, stepping towards you slightly.

You looked at him and found yourself saying: “I wish that there was no war amongst us. The Decepticons, Predacons, Autobots, etc. I wish only for an everlasting peace like the old days, when I was a youngling.” You turned to look at him, and he was motionless, not unlike that of a statue.

“It was your leader that brought the war upon us, y/n,” he said after a long minute of intense silence. He walked over to join you on the balcony and motioned across the air as he continued: “Your leader does not want peace, y/n. He never has, and I fear that might not last for much longer if he does not end it.

“I cannot tell you the exact percentage of survival that we have if he doesn’t end this war. None of it makes much sense to me, and I have been dealing with endless reports of your people destroying ours without remorse. Yet, you seem to have it. Why? What changes your mind about us even though you are their top-class warrior?”

“It is because I am no longer their best,” you said slowly, turning to face him. Prowl raised an optic ridge and you said, voice solemn: “There is someone much more powerful than me amongst their ranks now. He will likely be sent to bring my head on a platter to Megatron to gain higher power.

“His name is Deadlock. A mech who can kill mechs without their knowing of his existence, or if they did, they would only see his face during their last moments. I have never seen him, and perhaps it's best that I didn’t. I would warn you to watch out for him, Commander, for he is not to be reckoned with.”

Prowl vented heavily, knowing already that something was going on among them and he said nothing in response. You faced back over the city, venting slowly as though trying to relax your shaking frame and a younger mech walked over to the both of you. “Sir?” he said hesitantly. “I have more reports. You’re not going to like this.”

“I will handle them in my office,” Prowl told the young mech sternly, looking at you briefly before turning to leave. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Deadlock is the one who did it,” you said loudly before he walked away, and turned to see Prowl looking at you. “The one who killed all those mechs on your reports.”

“How would you know about that?” he asked coldly, becoming suspicious. “I’m a Decepticon,” you said, smirking with your fangs baring slightly. “I know things about you that most do not, Commander. Do not forget that I was a spy at one point. Carry on with your business now. I am practically harmless.”

Prowl flared his door-wings aggressively and walked away, feeling uneasy. You watched him walk away with a smirk, and the feeling you had within you died as soon as you realized what you were to them. Multiple mechs were staring at you, including Bluestreak who’d come back from the mission.

You felt uncomfortable and leapt onto the railing. The ground was thousands of feet down, or so it seemed, and you wanted to jump the distance. You were not a flier, and many of the mechs found themselves yelling at you for you not to dare jumping. Some were yelling for Prowl and Ratchet while others were tugging at your hands.

Looking between them and the long distance below you, you’d felt conflicted for the first time in your life. You felt like it was your fault that the Decepticons were fighting everyone in their path, and you were leaning into jumping to your death. “Y/n!” yelled a familiar voice from behind the crowd. “Don’t you dare think about jumping. We need you here.” “It’s my fault,” you said, voice wavering with emotion as you battled your feelings. “It’s my fault that you’re all fighting this fragging war. I do not deserve this.”

“Prowl! She’s going to jump,” said the familiar voice in a frightened tone, pointing at you. “What are we going to do? We must help her, Prowl. She’s gonna die if we don’t…” “Calm down, Bluestreak,” snapped Prowl as he walked over to you, weaving between mechs. “Y/n, come down here. Now.”

You looked at him with optics full of emotion, and slipped off the railing, falling to the ground below. You offlined your optics, preparing for the end and you suddenly jolted a little along with the feeling of someone’s servo gripping yours. You onlined your optics to find Prowl staring at you with his own and he slowly pulled you back up.

“That was stupid of you,” he said sternly once he knew you were safe. “Don’t ever do that again. It’s not your fault that the Decepticons are battling this war. Is that understood?” You nodded and he raised an optic ridge, expecting a vocal response. “Yes, Commander,” you said solemnly, rubbing your arms in shame.

“Take her to the medical bay,” snapped Prowl as he stood up, door-wings flaring almost what looked like protectively and he looked at you once more before walking away. You watched him as Bluestreak and an unknown Autobot helped you to the medical bay, wondering why he bothered to save you in the first place.

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Two weeks had passed since you nearly stepped off the edge of the railing, and Prowl was checking on you more often than he would have liked to admit. You were in the mess hall when you looked up at the sound of a familiar stoic voice talking to another and saw Prowl walking in with another mech you’d never met.

Bluestreak was sitting at a table with his friends when he gave you an encouraging expression and you just laughed a little. He chuckled into his cube of energon while his friends looked at him, confused. “She got a crush on the commander,” he said to his friends quietly, though you heard him and glared at them.

“I do not,” you said louder than you were expecting, earning the attention from all the mechs in the room and you bowed your head, avoiding their gazes. Prowl glared at you with his icy optics as he said, “Y/n, is there something going on that I need to know about?” “No, sir,” you said shakily, trying to gain control of yourself once more.

Prowl was unconvinced as he walked into the room, and snapped at everyone, “What are you looking at? Nothing to see here.” Everyone returned to their conversations immediately except for Bluestreak, who was looking at you with a grin across his face and Prowl flared his door-wings uncomfortably.

You turned to grab your energon cube from the dispenser, and a faint blush crossed your faceplates. Prowl stepped next to you in tense silence, and you said nothing, sipping on your energon like nothing was wrong at all. The commander looked at you and said, “You would tell me if something was bothering you, wouldn’t you, y/n?”

His voice sent shivers down your frame to your interface panel, and you vented slowly. “Yes, Commander,” you said quietly, and forced yourself to look at his face. He stood still, like a statue and he sipped from his cube. ‘Good,” he said after taking a long sip from his cube, looking satisfied with your response. “I expect as much from now on. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Commander,” you said once more, trying to keep yourself in control and Prowl vented quietly. He walked away, the warm energy that built around you dissipating and Bluestreak laughed out loud as you watched the commander leave. “You do have a crush on him,” he said, teasing. “I can see it on your faceplates, y/n.”

You vented softly, shaking your helm and walked out of the mess hall, ignoring the glances from other mechs as you left. You felt conflicted, unsure if you should have these feelings that threatened to overwhelm you and you walked to the balcony, where you loved to stay when you wanted to be alone.

Jazz was standing there when you approached the seat you’d normally sat in and he smiled widely when he saw you. “Y/n, ah haven’ seen ya since ah heard ‘bout your little fall,” he said slowly, searching your optics for any emotion. “Ya seem a little out of it ‘ere, y/n. Wha’s goin’ on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said quietly, hugging yourself after you put your cube down. Jazz looked concerned as he knelt down by you and said: “Look, ‘tis ‘kay if ya didn’ want ta talk ta meh ‘bout it. But if anyone had hurt ya, ah’m gonna hurt them back. Ya don’ deserve their teasin’.”

“They were teasing me about having a crush on the commander,” you admitted softly, avoiding his gaze. Jazz laughed at that, quite heartedly and he said, “There is nothin’ wrong with havin’ a crush on Prowler. Ah ‘ave noticed tha’ he likes ya, too.” Your attention was caught then, looking up at him as you raised an optic ridge.

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him. “Ya kno’, he isn’ normally just soft with anyone ‘round the base,” said Jazz with a grin, standing to his full height. “An’ ah kno’ this more than anyone around ‘ere.” You stared at him, speechless as he walked away, and thousands of thoughts swirled around in your mind.

You supposed that it made sense with the way he acted when you jumped off the edge of the railing, and then your encounter with him during the mess hall. It was something you’d never imagined happening and having feelings for another mech or femme was frowned upon by the Decepticons, let alone their warlord.

They told you that it made one weak, and that it made them unable to perform their duties well as a Decepticon warrior. So you obeyed such a telling, not wanting to defy the Decepticon leader, whom you rarely had any contact with. You were glad, hearing stories from many of the soldiers who made it out of the long beatings they would endure from Megatron or Megatron’s second-in-command.

Starscream was arrogant as ever, uncaring if any of the soldiers would come out alive from their beatings and he only thought of himself. Megatron was not a patient mech, wanting to get on with more important things than the failures of his armies despite Starscream’s pleas against him.

Though occasional interfacing went unheard around soldiers, most of them being the higher ups or more respected mechs such as the Construticons. It was disturbing at the thought of the five or six of them (you weren’t sure how many of them were there) interfacing whenever they’d wanted to, and you shook your head at the thought.

You wondered if the Autobots had the same rules applied to them amongst the ranks, especially with Prowl being the head of the Special Ops and being their head tactician. Something you might have to ask Jazz or Prowl himself, as awkward as it would be for the both of them and you smiled to yourself at the thought of Prowl being rather uncomfortable with answering the simple curious question.

The sun was beginning to set beyond the horizon; the stars coming out brightly on the opposite side of the sky as the sun’s colors disappeared with time. You wondered about the Decepticons, and wondered how Megatron felt about your disappearance. Most likely Starscream would be getting punished for allowing such a nuisance to happen.

The Seeker was well liked among the Decepticons, despite his constant failures and nearly exposing their whereabouts to the Autobots. Venting softly, you decided to return to your quarters for the night as the last of the sun’s light disappeared into the horizon.

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The next morning, you onlined with a stretch, feeling stiff from the night’s recharge and you heard movement within your quarters. Alarmed, you quickly got up and grabbed for your blaster that sat on your nightstand. You walked quietly towards the sound, heading towards your kitchenette and nearly dropped your blaster in surprise.

“Commander?” you said, too stunned to move another step. “What are you doing here?” He said nothing to you, instead continuing to fix up the energon he began to make and once he was done, he handed a cube to you. He motioned for you to sit and raised an optic ridge when you didn’t.

“I suppose there are some things I have yet to tell you,” he said at last, deadpan. “I am here because these are my quarters, and I have given you the luxury of staying in my berthroom since I rarely use these accommodations. Before you say anything, I would take them since I am not usually this generous to newcomers.”

You vented softly, feeling a million emotions rolling through your frame like waves, and he coughed in an attempt to snap you out of your thoughts. It worked, and you eventually sat down in front of him. You had questions you wanted to ask him and weren’t sure how to word them without them sounding ungrateful.

“I can sense your questions,” he said suddenly, looking up at you from his datapad and flicking a door-wing briefly. “Y/n, look-” A knock on the door made him halt his sentence and get up. He looked at you as if to stay quiet and slid the door open. “Brother?” shrieked Bluestreak on the other side of the door, making you smile.

“Why are you here, Bluestreak?” asked Prowl, flicking a door-wing in annoyance, his face falling into a frown. “Does it matter?” asked Bluestreak with a slight attitude, peering up at his brother. “I just wanted to say hi to y/n, unless you’re busy with her.” That earned him a smack across the cheek and a glare.

What I do in my quarters has nothing to do with you,” snapped Prowl defensively, door-wings flaring in a way his brother would understand. “Ooh, you like her,” teased Bluestreak shamelessly. “Don’t worry, brother of mine. Everyone knows you don’t sleep in your quarters.” “Enough,” growled Prowl with a warning. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Yes, I know,” laughed Bluestreak as he waved at you. “But you totally like her.” He ran off before Prowl could strike him again, and you stood there by the entranceway of the kitchenette looking uncomfortable. Prowl stood by the door, looking at the ground and neither of you spoke for a long time.

“Prowl? Sir?” you said after a moment of realizing you’d called him by his name, and he didn’t budge. “I have things I must do today,” he said after a moment, still avoiding your optics. You just stared after him and shook your head in shock when he didn’t correct you on calling him by his designation.

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You were sitting in the living room area on the couchette when he returned to his quarters, and he barely met your concerned expression. “I’m…sorry for earlier,” he said, fumbling around in his subspace to pull out a datapad. “My brother can be nosy sometimes.” “Is it true?” you asked, fumbling with your hands.

His attention snapped to you immediately, and he raised an optic ridge as he said, “Is what true?” “What your brother said about you having feelings for me,” you elaborated hesitantly, keeping your optics on the ground. “Pfft,” scoffed Prowl from his spot by the berthroom. “No, it is not.”

He walked away, and you felt your spark shrink in pain. You curled on the couchette and faced towards the wall, not hearing him return from the berthroom. He walked over to you and sat in the spot beside your pedes. “Y/n, it would be inappropriate if I did,” he said, looking off to somewhere else in the room. ‘I’m your commander.”

“And the lieutenant for the Autobots, I know,” you murmured into the back of the couchette. “And you are acting like you have feelings for me,” he said quickly, looking at you. “As if we were even courting in the first place.” “So, what if I did?!” you snapped at him, rising enough to look at him.

“So, you’re admitting it,” said Prowl, raising an optic ridge in disbelief. “Trust me, y/n, it would be your greatest downfall if you continue this path. I am not who you want me to be.” “Frag you,” you cursed under your breath as you stood up and ran to the berthroom, slamming the door behind you.

Prowl vented heavily, unsure of what to do at this point and a voice startled him out of his thoughts. “You have broken her spark, brother of mine,” said Bluestreak from the kitchenette before sipping on a cube. “Didn’t think I wouldn’t know about this?” “It’s none of your-” started Prowl angrily, door-wings flaring aggressively when Bluestreak lifted a hand.

"Business, eh? I know,” said Bluestreak, walking over to him. “It is indeed my business. You are never going to keep her if you keep treating her like this, Prowl. Admit it to me right now: You really have feelings for her.” “No,” growled Prowl, standing up to try and tower above his barely smaller brother.

“You don’t intimidate me, Prowl,” said Bluestreak sternly, crossing his arms. “You never have. Ever since creators died all those years ago, you have changed. Don’t think for one moment longer that I haven’t noticed.” “Never bring that up again,” snarled Prowl with a growl in his vocal processor as he attempted to smack his brother again.

Bluestreak caught his arm and held it firmly in place as he said, “You act as if their deaths don’t affect me. You act as if I am no one but a stranger to you. You don’t treat me like I am your brother anymore. You wonder why I quit having anything to do with you. I have my own mates and friends now.

“It won’t be my problem if you spend many more years alone without a mate and offline without them. Without having sparklings of your own. Remember when you used to tell me that you always wanted a family and to have sparklings of your own? That is not who you are now.” He walked into the berthroom to check on you again and Prowl just vented heavily.

He turned around and threw the table that was in the kitchenette across the small space, shattering it into smaller pieces. Without saying another word, he walked out of your quarters and never returned, no matter how much you ached for him to be there.

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It had been a couple of days since you last saw the Commander inside your shared quarters, and you blamed yourself for his actions. Bluestreak stopped by frequently, making sure that you had everything that you needed. It was one of those days that he stopped by when you looked at him and said: “What did I do wrong that he has not returned, Bluestreak?”

The younger mech looked up from his energon cube questioningly, and he raised an optic ridge. You vented softly, fiddling with your own cube and said quietly: “I wish I never had begun to like him, ‘Streak. I didn’t think such a harmless thing would push him away.” Bluestreak’s optics raised up in understanding and he said:

“My brother can be an aft some days, y/n. He doesn’t think that it is right for anyone to have emotional attachments to anyone here, let alone him. It’s got nothing to do with you in particular. I know he has feelings for you, too, and I know that it doesn’t seem like it. But I’ve noticed how he acts around you.

“He is not usually this soft with anyone, and what he did two nights ago isn’t right. It just takes time for him to accept that someone else other than me has feelings for or loves him.” He vented softly before continuing: “I will talk to him, if that’s what you would like. I am not impressed with his attitude, and I am sure the whole base notices it.

“Is that what you want me to do, y/n? Do you want me to talk to my brother and see if I can soothe some of that spark-ache that you’re dealing with? I can if you just say the word.” You looked at him and you felt conflicted. You worried that it might not work even if he tried to talk some sense into his brother and you sipped on your energon.

Just as you were about to speak, the door to your shared quarters opened and Bluestreak smirked at you. Prowl was less than impressed, his face falling into a deep frown, and he said grumpily, door-wings flaring angrily, “You said this was important, ‘Streak. I have work to do.” “Bull,” said Bluestreak firmly, motioning for his brother to sit.

Prowl only raised an optic ridge and said, impatiently, “If you don’t spit what you have to say out, I will go back to my work.” “The slag you will,” snarled Bluestreak, his own door-wings agitated. “I want to speak to you about y/n.” “That is not important,” said Prowl, crossing his arms and deepening his frown.

Bluestreak stood up abruptly, knocking the chair over and startling you as he said, raising his voice, “You broke her spark the other night, Prowl. You left without an apology just because you are dealing with your own personal issues, whatever they might be. I am tired of seeing you like this and acting all high and mighty.

“She did not deserve that and does not to this very minute. I do not care about your ‘work’, Prowl, and as a matter of fact, I highly doubt that you even have work. I think you escape the base to avoid coming into contact with her and I know that you have feelings for her, but you won’t accept them or admit them.” “What do you want me to say?” snapped Prowl, balling his hands into fists. “That I am in love with her?! That I want nothing to happen to her because I have fallen head over heels for her, Bluestreak? Is that what you want me to say?” “I leave that up to you, Prowl,” said Bluestreak, eerily calm.

You looked between them with tears in your optics, and suddenly you bolted out of your shared quarters as fast as your legs could carry you. “Great, you made her run, you fool,” snapped Bluestreak as he took off running after you and called your name. You paid them no mind as you continued to run until you nearly collided with Ratchet himself.

“Woah, y/n,” he said in shock, putting his hands on your trembling shoulders. “What’s got you all revved up?” You said nothing, allowing yourself to sob heavily and Ratchet raised an optic ridge in concern, but all questions were answered when Bluestreak came running around the corner. “Bluestreak?” the medic asked, holding you close to his chassis. “What did you do this time?”

“Ratch?” asked Bluestreak, looking up at him then looking at you. “It wasn’t me. I promise.” “The slag it wasn’t,” snapped Ratchet angrily, reaching for a wrench. “You were chasing her, and she’s clearly upset. What. Did. You. Do?” “It was Prowl,” said Bluestreak, pointing behind him. “I did nothing!”

Ratchet threw his wrench at the mech, colliding with his head and he whined with a complaint, his helm. “Your brother is the head tactician,” pointed out Ratchet, venting his annoyance with the situation. “He would know better than this, Bluestreak. I suggest that you return to your quarters for the night.”

Bluestreak glared at the medic before turning around and storming off, leaving the two of you to stand there. Prowl eventually made his way around the corner and visibly stiffened once he saw you leaning into Ratchet’s embrace. “Commander,” said the medic respectfully, inclining his head briefly.

“Ratchet,” acknowledged Prowl curtly, before looking at you with a pang of jealousy. He turned around to leave and Ratchet’s tone made him stop in the middle of his steps, “Where do you think you are going? You are not leaving her like this, Prowl.” The older Praxian’s door-wings stiffened at the medic’s use of his designation, making him turn back around.

“What happened back there?” Ratchet asked after a moment. “Your brother was coming down the hall, and y/n was nearly plowed down by me if I hadn’t seen her right away.” “Nothing happened,” said Prowl coldly, looking up at him with authority. “Now, if you would please excuse me, I have things to do.”

“Which is taking her back to your shared quarters,” said Ratchet sternly. “Look, Prowl. I know as much as the rest of the people here that you have feelings for her, and you won’t admit them. I heard you fighting with your brother earlier. I do not want to see you come out of your quarters for the next two nights either. Besides, you need the rest.” “I am perfectly fine,” said Prowl curtly, shifting uncomfortably. “I can-” “I don’t care about what you can and can’t do,” snapped Ratchet, unfolding his arm from around you and allowing you to collect your emotions. “You will take her back to your quarters and get acquainted with her.” You tried not to laugh at Prowl’s disgusted expression, and he finally vented heavily.

“Fine,” he snapped curtly, turning around and walking away without waiting for you to follow. You looked at Ratchet with uncertainty, which the medic replied, “Do not fret about it, y/n. He’ll come around eventually. You can trust me with that one.” He smiled kindly and you walked away with a gentle encouragement from the medic.

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Prowl was sitting on the couchette when you finally made it to your quarters, having taken a long way around back and he barely acknowledged your presence. You walked into the berthroom and fell into a deep recharge as soon as you’d hit the berth, unaware of a second frame lying gently beside you.

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Your internal alarm went off and you groggily onlined your optics. You vented softly, kicking the covers off and went to stretch when your servo hit something solid next to you. You immediately pulled your servo back and looked over to see what you’d hit. You sat up quickly after seeing the Commander himself laying there deeply recharging.

Not wanting to wake him up, you slowly shifted out of the berth and acknowledged he had not touched you during the night. Unable to look away, you found yourself tracing his frame with your optics, staring at the way his door-wings fluttered lightly with each ex-vent and studying the brief twitches on his faceplates.

He looked peaceful, lines across his face smoothed out by his recharge and you felt your spark flutter lightly at the sight. You vented softly, walking over to him and put a blanket over his frame, noticing how chilled he felt compared to your warm servos. He shifted slightly, making you jump thinking he awoke but relaxed when he didn’t move again for a while.

Slipping out of the berthroom, you looked at him once more and walked into the kitchenette. You felt conflicted, and still pained from the words he’d said to you a few days prior. You jumped when the door chimed, looking at the berthroom to make sure the noise didn’t wake him and answered the door.

“Bluestreak?” you said in a hushed voice, trying not to be too loud. “Where is Prowl?” asked the young mech, raising an optic ridge suspiciously. “He has not returned to his office yet today, and mechs are wondering about him.” “He’s recharging,” you said simply, allowing the younger mech to walk into the living room area.

“Still? That’s unlike him,” said Bluestreak as he made his way to your berthroom and peeked inside the door. He looked at you before continuing to walk into the room and you followed until you stood in the doorway. “Prowl?” he said softly, tapping his brother on his shoulder. “Prowl, you have to wake up.”

He frowned when his brother barely moved, flicking a door-wing absentmindedly with annoyance and you said, “I would let him rest, ‘Streak. From what I hear, he doesn’t get enough rest.” Bluestreak’s door-wings drooped in defeat as he walked out of the room, and you shut the door gently behind you.

“I sure hope he’s okay, y/n,” said Bluestreak softly, looking at you with his beautiful blue optics that reminded you of Prowl’s. “He never recharges this much even on a normal day for him.” “I am sure he’s alright, Bluestreak,” you said understandingly, patting the young mech’s shoulders. You vented softly and sat on the couchette.

“Why was my brother on the berth with you last night, y/n?” asked Bluestreak curiously. “You two weren’t...you know…ahem...” “No, Bluestreak,” you said firmly, energon rushing to color your face. “Besides, that wouldn’t be any of your business if we were doing such an act.” Bluestreak was unabashed, just shrugging one shoulder and laughed.

An hour passed since Bluestreak came to visit you and Prowl could be heard shifting slightly on the berth. You stood up from the couchette and walked into the berthroom. Prowl was lying on his back when you walked in, and you stopped halfway through the doorway when his optics locked with yours.

“Commander,” you breathed softly, inclining your head respectfully and you backed up to leave. “My apologies, sir.” Prowl raised an optic ridge, and he said, voice hoarse from lack of use, “Y/n, do not fret. Come.” You walked back into the room and Prowl shifted so that you could regain your side of the berth.

It was awkward as you fiddled with your hands and Prowl said: “You were ogling over me earlier, y/n. I could feel your EM field mix with mine.” “What?” you found yourself saying, looking at him with flushed cheeks. “You,” he elaborated as he looked at you, “were watching over me while I was resting. Your EM field was sending me messages.”

You looked at the ground then and said nothing to him in response. Before you knew what happened, you found yourself looking up into the icy optics that belonged to none other than the Commander himself. You parted your mouth a little absentmindedly, unable to stop yourself and he raised an optic ridge.

“We cannot do this,” he said, releasing his firm hold on your chin and taking a few steps back. “I do not care for the reasons that Ratchet made me not work for a couple of days. But we cannot court, y/n. I would not advise staring at me while I recharge any further.” He gave you a firm expression before turning on his heel and exiting the berthroom.

You in-vented deeply before letting it out once more, trying to cool your quickly heating frame and gathered yourself. Prowl was standing in the kitchenette when you finally emerged from the berthroom and you joined him at the table. He vented softly and he said: “I trust that you recharged well last night?”

You nodded once and when he raised an optic ridge, you answered, “Yes, thank you.” He grunted noncommittally and he sipped from his energon cube. You looked up at him every time you felt optics on you and were disappointed to see him staring at a datapad. The mech seemed to always have one on him, even off work.

“Would you stop doing that?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably in your chair and scowled when he just looked at you, expression blank. “Stop what?” he asked, setting his datapad down to sip from his cube. “I am doing nothing that concerns you, y/n.” “You are staring at me when you think I am not paying attention,” you stated, flustered.

“No,” said Prowl with a light scoff. “I am doing no such thing. As I have mentioned before, we are not courting.” When you didn’t reply, he went back to reading whatever it was on his datapad and you asked: “What are you even doing anyway?” A door-wing flicked his acknowledgment of your question and he said, “I am simply reading, y/n. Did you think that I work on my days off?” “No, sir,” you said quietly, looking at the floor and standing up to put your blankets back on the berth. You wondered what was going on through his head and you vented softly, looking at the bed.

You were startled out of your thoughts when he entered the room and looked at him with a blank expression. “I was simply curious about your doings,” you said before he could open his mouth. “The Decepticons were never allowed such a luxury, Commander Prowl.” You looked at him for a moment before continuing to fix the bed.

Prowl vented heavily and said, voice stoic: “I did not know. You have not told me anything, y/n. And do not tell me that I have not listened to you.” You frowned and said, “I have not told you anything due to your refusal to listen to anyone else’s words, Commander. If you do not mind my saying.”

Prowl bristled a little and he vented heavily, glaring at you in the meantime. “I do not know what you are talking about,” he said curtly before getting up and heading to the door. “Are you coming or not? We have things to do.” You nodded once, and headed to follow him out the door, wondering what was going to happen next.

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Night has fallen, and you were standing on the balcony when Prowl walked over to you. He kept his optics on the ground, avoiding your confused expression and he said: “I thought I might find you here. I’m surprised that you didn’t return to our shared quarters.” You vented softly as you looked over the city, the moonlight lighting up your frame.

Prowl could be heard walking over to you, his pedes thumping softly on the ground as he approached you and stopped beside you. He cleared his intake and said, “You are quiet tonight, y/n.” You said nothing even yet and shifted onto one pede, wanting to tell him everything that you felt in the moment.

“I…” you started to say but your vocalizer cracked with emotion, and you reset it, “I am just thinking about how things are on the Decepticon side of the war. It’s not like this on their side of things, Commander, sir.” You looked at him and spark leapt into your throat at the look he gave you, unable to ask him what he was doing.

His normally stoic expression was softer than you were expecting when you looked at him, and you gulped thickly. “Commander, what are you-” you began to ask, but he simply lifted a hand and put it on yours. He looked at you from your face down to your chest and along your arms, stroking your hands lightly.

Prowl vented softly, the air brushing lightly against your frame as he said: “I know that I am not the easiest Autobot to get along with, but that does not make me any less of one. I know that I have been difficult, and I do not blame you if you do not accept my proposal.” “Commander?” you asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you not know?” he asked, raising an optic ridge. You in-vented and looked at the ground, a blush forming on your cheeks as energon raced to color them. Prowl put a finger under your chin and gently made you look at him. He smirked a little as he brushed a digit along your chin, across your lips.

“So beautiful,” he murmured before he could stop himself, staring into your optics. “Standing just right in the moonlight…” You gasped almost inaudibly, putting a hand on his face hesitantly as if you were unsure and he used his free hand to press it firmer onto it. His door-wings fluttered lightly as he slowly leaned towards you and planted a light kiss on your lips.

You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion, but quickly recovered from your shock as you reciprocated the kiss. He grunted in pleasure as he deepened the kiss, remaining cautious and slowly backed you into a wall. You moaned a little at the cool feeling of the metal on your burning frame as you explored his chest and face.

His tongue pressed against your lips seeking entrance as he rubbed your arms soothingly and excitedly entered them when you allowed him. You broke the kiss to vent heavily, fans running hard to cool your frame off and he said, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “No,” you laughed lightly, and smiled like a femme in love.

Prowl only nodded, relief flashing across his face, and he backed off to allow you to vent a little more freely than you were. His door-wings were hitched higher than normal, and he flicked them as if something was tickling him. He looked at you with lidded optics and coughed awkwardly before looking off to his side.

Bluestreak was smirking widely when you looked in the direction Prowl was staring, and you gasped audibly. “BLUESTREAK???” you cried, embarrassed. “How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough,” said the young mech innocently, walking from his hiding spot and standing just a few meters from you. “I saw it all.”

“You shouldn’t have seen anything,” said Prowl, his tone cold. “That was not something that involved you at all.” “No, but it included my brother,” said Bluestreak, shrugging a shoulder. “I knew you loved her, brother of mine.” Prowl’s frown deepened and looked at you. You shrugged indifferently and said, “he already saw it, Commander.” The both of you walked away and Bluestreak shook his head with amusement. “I just knew it,” he muttered under his breath before he followed you to the mess hall.

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Smokescreen and the others were all sitting around a table laughing when the two of you walked in. The sound of the mess hall doors opening caught their attention, and you immediately flushed all energon. Prowl raised an optic ridge at them and snapped, “What are you all looking at?”

“You,” said Smokescreen, amused. “If I may say so, you are sharing obvious evidence that you had shared a rather intimate moment with y/n, Commander.” Prowl scowled at that, and Smokescreen busted out laughing, eventually being followed by the others that were sitting in the room.

Prowl’s door-wings flared aggressively, and he stepped in front of you protectively. You stared at him, confused even more than before and wondered if what you shared prior to coming down there was true. It seemed unreal, listening to everyone laughing and seeing him bristle tight like a stick.

“Aw, look,” said Smokescreen as he approached them. “The Commander’s a little protective of her, ain’t we?” “Don’t touch her,” growled Prowl as he reached for his blaster that was hidden in his subspace, “or else there will be consequences.” “Like what, Prowl? I’m not intimidated,” said Smokescreen, smirking.

“I will throw you in the brig should you touch her,” snarled Prowl, baring his teeth and standing a little taller. “I am your Commanding Officer and therefore I order you to not touch her.” You stepped forward and said, “I am not to be fought over, Commander and Smokescreen. Enough of your childish acts.”

“Oh? And you’re defending him?” asked Smokescreen, walking towards you. He reeked of engex and you stiffened your posture, staring at him straight in the optics, your own burning a bright red. “Enough!” yelled a deep voice suddenly, loud pedes thundering softly against the ground.

“Smokescreen, what do you think you are doing?” asked the voice as it neared you, its power filling the entire room. “I was having a little bit of fun,” said Smokescreen innocently, grinning a little. “You are drunk, and acting out of your position here,” snapped Optimus, raising his voice at him. “You will face brig time until you are sober,”

“But-” Smokescreen started to protest, making you smirk to yourself. “But nothing,” said Optimus firmly, crossing his arms. “Take him away.” Murmurs from other Autobots spread across the room and Optimus said: “I am sorry, Prowl and y/n for the bad attitude from him.” Prowl inclined his head respectfully and you just nodded.

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It was late in the night when you and Prowl were back in your quarters, sharing a few words in between kisses. “I’m truly sorry about what happened earlier,” murmured Prowl quietly, looking at the ground. “I was not expecting that to happen.” You just looked at him, and you climbed onto the berth next to him.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, looking at him. “You were there. And I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t.” Prowl vents hitched at the words as he looked at you, his expression softening as he reached to kiss you once more. The two of you exchanged kisses until you fell into a peaceful recharge.

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It’s been a year since you were found dying on the side of a road and the Commander finding you. You vented heavily as you stretched your stiff joints, looking over at Prowl, who was recharging deeply. It was the most you’d seen him recharge, and it made your spark feel warm. He needed it, and you were glad he found a reason to get that needed rest.

Climbing out of the berth quietly, you went to the washracks and got cleaned up. Once you were done with that, you refreshed your paint job and looked at yourself in the mirror. The Decepticon face you wore made you feel disgusted of your faction and looked at the ground in shame. You wondered what it was that had Prowl nearly wrapped around your fingers and looked out of the washracks when you heard movement.

Prowl was shifting slightly in his recharge, and you smiled softly at him as you walked over to his recharging frame. Unable to resist yourself, you sat next to him and watched him rest, his door-wings flicking lightly as if something tickled them. Chuckling lightly, you reached over and lightly dragged a digit down his face.

He shifted slightly, leaning into the touches and you pressed digits a little more firmly. "Y/n?” he asked softly, voice hoarse from recharge as he onlined his optics. “Hey,” you said softly, shifting to stand and allow him to stretch. He grabbed your arm before you could completely pull away and you sat down next to him once more.

“Commander?” you said, concerned. “Did I do something wrong?” He laughed a little at that, and he said: “You look nice, y/n. Did you do that yourself?” “Yes, sir,” you said softly, blushing slightly at the way he studied your frame. “You can stop calling me ‘sir’ and ‘commander’, y/n,” said Prowl firmly, onlining his optics the rest of the way and sitting up.

You stared at him for a long moment, too shocked to say anything at first and he stretched, moaning slightly at the feeling of his door-wings releasing some of their tension. You smiled a little at him and squeezed his hand. “I’ll go and get some energon for us,” you said softly, not wanting to be too loud as you stood up again.

Prowl nodded once, and you squeezed his hand once more before heading into the kitchenette. “I am afraid that I have to work today,” said Prowl as he emerged from the berthroom and walked over to where you were standing. “Too much stuff going on, and not enough time for me to report to the Prime.”

You nodded your understanding, and he gave you a half-smile that bordered on a smirk. “I am not sure what I am going to do,” you admitted as you poured your Energon, and vented softly. “I was looking at my reflection in the mirror this morning when I got up to clean off…” Prowl looked up from his datapad and hummed his acknowledgement.

“I regret everything,” you vented out softly, looking at the ground and shifting uneasily. “Being a part of that faction, I still carry the symbol on my arms. I'm not sure I want to carry the burden anymore, Prowl.” You looked at him then, with energon falling from your optics and he set his datapad down. He stood up and walked over to where you stood by the counter as he said, “It’s been a year since you were found in the underground part of Iacon. A lot has changed since then, y/n. I expect that you would have calmed down a little since then.” “As if you think it’s that easy,” you snapped before you could stop yourself.

You quickly looked at the ground as soon as his expression formed into a frown, and he backed off. “I will be going to work,” he said curtly before turning around and heading out the door. “I should expect that you’re in a better mood before I come back.” With that, he turned and left, leaving you to your thoughts.

You watched him go, wanting to apologize for snapping at him but nothing came out and you allowed yourself to succumb to your emotions. It wasn’t long before Bluestreak pinged on the door, and you allowed him to come in. “Yn?” he asked when he saw you sitting on a chair in the kitchenette. “What did my brother do this time?”

“He didn’t do anything,” you said through your sniffles. “I snapped at him unnecessarily, Blue.” You felt a pain throughout your chest, and tears falling from your optics. Bluestreak vented softly, moving to sit next to you and putting his hands over yours. “Y/n, you’re afraid he’s angry,” he said, raising an optic ridge.

You just nodded, and he sat back into his chair. “Y/n, what exactly did my brother tell you?” asked Bluestreak firmly, looking at you. “Because whatever it is, I’m about to have a few words with him.” You said nothing and the young Praxian eyed you suspiciously before he was already heading to the door.

“Don’t…” you tried saying but your voice cracked a little, catching his attention. “Don’t be mad at him, Blue. You know how he is.” “Yeah, more than you do,” said the young mech, turning towards you. “And you don’t deserve to be treated like that, y/n.” “Bluestreak, leave him alone,” you said sternly, making the younger mech flinch. “He’s busy, anyway.”

“You two need to go on a date,” said Bluestreak finally, crossing his arms. You blinked your optics twice before saying, “What?” “You heard me,” said the young mech stubbornly. “All you two do is hang out around here and bicker, or recharge. He’s working more than he should, and you’re always moping about. I think you should go out on a date.”

“You know how Prowl would react if he heard you say this,” you warned, raising an optic ridge. “He wouldn’t be happy with you snooping about.” “I wasn’t snooping!” said Bluestreak defensively, raising his hands in the air. “I was simply telling you what I have seen and know.”

“I have to go,” he said before heading towards the door. “I have bridge duty today.” He left without saying anything else and you only shook your head. You were fond of the younger mech, and knew he had no experience with that kind of stuff, so you found it rather hard to get mad at him.

A date didn’t sound that bad to you and you vented as you prepared to leave your quarters. Many mechs nodded their respects to you as you passed by, knowing who you belonged to and wanted to keep their distance from you. “Prowl would be glad,” you thought to yourself as you causally strode through the halls.

Jazz smirked at you from his position in the mess hall as he waved, and you nodded in respect to him. Smokescreen sat at the far end of the room reading a datapad and didn’t look up when you entered. Red Alert and Inferno were sitting together looking at security details, smiling their hellos to you.

Bumblebee was cheerful as ever and ran over to you to tell you about their mission, to which you smiled. Life was good, and you looked up only to see Prowl standing there by the entrance of the room. He was expressionless, watching the mechs surrounding you with piercing optics and you smiled just a little.

He frowned when he saw you standing amongst them, and you walked over to him. His door-wings tensed slightly as he looked at you and you said, “Relax, Prowl. No one’s hurt me.” He visibly relaxed as his door-wings dropped a little and you nodded your assent. “Let’s get back,” he said curtly, looking at everyone sternly before turning to leave.

You nodded once in agreement and followed him closely. He flared his door-wings in warning, clearly letting everyone that passed you not to touch you and you smiled to yourself. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad being with the Autobots after all and all the rumors you heard were false…

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It was dark when you onlined your optics, and you checked your chronometer. Prowl was recharging next to you, his systems whirring quietly, and you smiled at him briefly before quietly climbing out of the berth. You walked out of the berthroom after grabbing your blaster and slipped out of your quarters.

The halls were quiet at this time of night, with most of the ‘Bots recharging as you walked down them and headed out to the balcony. You couldn’t recharge anymore that night as an uneasy feeling crept through your frame. “Y/n: Presence is required,” said a familiar monotone voice from the shadows as a blue frame emerged.

“Why?” you asked, shivers running down your frame as you slowly turned towards no one other than Megatron’s TiC himself. “Reasons: Unimportant,” said the mech as he walked over to you. “You know I can’t go back,” you tried to reason with him. “Megatron will have me killed.” “Assumptions: Incorrect,” said the mech.

“I won’t go back without knowing what to expect,” you said, your authority returning. “What does he want from me, Soundwave?” “Expectations: Return to the Decepticons,” said Soundwave, stepping back and holding out a hand as if to invite her. “Time: Running out.” You vented heavily, a hard decision left on your shoulders as you looked at him and back towards the hall you’d come down.

Soundwave was not known to be patient, and you could tell his patience was quickly running out. Deciding that you were not going to go with him, you drew out your blaster from your subspace and fired towards him. “Y/n: Decision unwise,” said Soundwave as he darted away from the blast.

“I don’t care, Soundwave,” you snarled, backflipping away from him as he advanced on you and you spun and kicked him, knocking him in the chin. “What have the Decepticons got to offer me that the Autobots don’t? Megatron can kiss my aft for all I care.” “Ravage: Eject,” said Soundwave, pushing a button on his shoulder.

Ravage snarled as he landed on his pedes, and optics narrowed once he saw you standing there. “Y/n,” he said darkly, running towards you and fired his blaster that was mounted on his hip. You grunted at the impact of his weight, the both of you landing on the ground and you called Prowl, hoping he would pick up.

“Y/n?” he said, voice hoarse from recharge. “Where are you?” “I’m…unh…you slagger…” you said through gritted denta. “I’m on the balcony. I need help now.” “Hang on tight,” said Prowl, his tone unhiding the anger. “I am on my way right now.” You could only nod as the blaster was knocked out of your servos and you put an arm in front of you to prevent your face from being chewed apart.

Soundwave was about to call out another ejection when the sound of a blaster sounded through the halls, hitting him in the arm and the angry shouts of a familiar mech came closer. “Prowl! Watch out!” you cried when Ravage was suddenly focused on the tactician and you groaned in pain, rolling onto your back. Prowl turned around in time to prevent Ravage from ripping a door-wing off, and you winced when he cried in pain from one of them being torn at.

“Y/n, retreat into the building,” he ordered in between fighting Soundwave and you didn’t move at first. “NOW.” You flinched as energon stained your cheeks, and you ran into the building. “I can’t leave him to offline,” you said to yourself as you ran to alert the other about the attack. It wasn’t long before everyone was climbing out of their quarters with their blasters in hand.

Prowl was limping a little when you returned with everyone at your back, and you ran over to him. Soundwave and Ravage were gone, much to the others’ annoyance. “Prowl?” you said softly, cupping his face in your servos and inspecting his injuries. “You’re pretty hurt.” “I’ll be fine,” he said, grunting softly in pain as he made his way into the building.

“What in pits slag was that?” asked Sideswipe, crossing his arms. “Y/n?” “Long story,” you responded as you helped Prowl towards the medical bay. “I’ll explain later. Everyone, get some recharge.” The others grumbled their annoyance about being woken up so late as they walked away and the two of you slowly walked down to the medical bay in companionable silence.

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Ratchet was waiting by the front of the medical ward when the two of you walked in, and his expression fell into that of a concerned one. “What the frag happened up there?” he asked, immediately grabbing his medical tools. “Soundwave came to retrieve me,” you said solemnly, looking at your hands. “He wanted me to go back.”

Prowl looked at you then, his optics dim from recharge and some energon loss. “You…you’re not going back, are you?” he asked, wincing a little when Ratchet applied some disinfectant to his wounds. “No,” you said softly. “I couldn’t go back to them knowing you were here and knowing I’d end up fighting you.”

“Seeing that you’re pretty injured, I am putting you on medical leave until it heals,” said Ratchet after a long few minutes. “Don’t even try to tell me you’re fine because you’re obviously not if you were dripping energon all over my floors.” Prowl managed to glare at him before he attempted to stand up and nearly fell.

You caught him and said, “Let’s get you back to berth. You’re overtired and need some extra rest.” Prowl didn’t even argue with that, allowing you to help him get back to your shared quarters and you made sure to be careful with his door-wing.

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You vented in relief once you reached your quarters and typed in the code. Prowl was barely coherent by the time you got him to the berth and put the blankets over him gently. “Y/n?” he said after a moment, startling you. “Are you okay?” You smiled a little at that as you walked over to him and said, “Yeah, I’m alright. Just get some rest, okay? We’ll have time to talk in the morning. I promise I’m not leaving your side.” He nodded once before he was deeply recharging, his EM field calm once more.

You kissed his hand gently before standing up and moving to your side of the berth. Fixing the blankets, you gently climbed next to him and made sure not to crush his door-wing. You were glad you both were still alive, but worried about what Soundwave might have told Megatron about your encounter.

Pushing those thoughts aside, you offlined your optics and fell into a dreamless recharge.

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Two days have passed since the attack against Soundwave, and you sat in the mess hall with Bluestreak, to the young mech’s excitement. You admitted that it was nice to spend time with them, and Bluestreak asked, “How is my brother doing? I know he got pretty hurt with that door-wing and all.”

“He’s healing,” you reassured softly, understanding his concern. “He just has to take it easy for a while.” Bluestreak smiled a little, nodding his appreciation for you and looked up to see Prowl limping towards your table. You looked up at him and smiled a little before standing to assist him to sit down next to you.

“How are you feeling?” you asked him, making sure to be careful with his door-wing. “You seem like you’re doing better.” “Still hurts,” said Prowl, wincing slightly when you accidentally bumped him, and you quickly apologized. “Don’t apologize.” You nodded and sat down next to him. “I am glad you’re alright,” you said softly, squeezing his hand a little.

“I have a bad feeling about what happened the other night,” said Bluestreak softly, looking at the both of you. “I know how the Decepticons work their plans. Soundwave wasn’t just here for you, I’m sure.” You vented heavily, and Prowl said: “He might have a point, y/n. They don't just come back to collect their former warriors.”

His expression softened at the look of worry that crossed your face, and Smokescreen approached you. Prowl growled warningly at him, tightening his grip on your hand and pulled you towards him. “Cool yourself, commander,” said Smokescreen, smirking at him and stepping back a little. “I got some reports for you, however.”

“Take them to Ultra Magnus, Smokey,” said Bluestreak stiffly, glaring at him. “My brother isn’t working right now per Ratchet’s orders.” “And who asked you?” asked Smokescreen, walking over to him, and getting in his face. “I don’t recall asking you for your opinion.” “Enough,” snapped Prowl, sitting straighter in his chair. “Report to Ultra Magnus before it is late. NOW.”

"Yes, sir,” said Smokescreen as he headed back out of the mess hall. Prowl rubbed his faceplates tiredly, and you said, “Let’s get you back to our quarters. It’s about time that your wounds get cleaned up, anyway.” Prowl nodded, a helmache developing and he let you guide him back to your quarters.

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Prowl grunted softly in pain when he sat down, glad he didn’t have to walk another step and you walked away to grab the necessary cleaning supplies. “You trust me to do this?” you asked hesitantly, as you went to slowly take the bandage off his door-wing. “I don’t want to be causing you discomfort.”

“It’ll be fine,” said Prowl, colder than he expected, and you flinched at his words. “Just get it done with.” You nodded, not bothering to respond and he hissed in pain when you slowly took the bandage off. You wanted to purge at the depths of his wounds as soon as you’d pulled the bandages off and reached for the cleaner. He vented deeply, trying to collect himself and you worked gently around the edges.

“Am I doing okay?” you asked as you took a cloth and wiped off any dried energon that might have crusted around the wounds. “Just pay attention,” he said, shifting into a more comfortable position. “I am exhausted and want to recharge as soon as you are done.” “Okay,” you murmured softly while re-wrapping his door-wing.

It wasn’t much longer before you had everything put away again and Prowl’s optics were dim with visible exhaustion. “Let’s get you into the berth,” you said soothingly, wrapping an arm around his waist and helping him to the berthroom. “Tomorrow we’re gonna have to get you washed up.”

“Y/n, that can wait,” he protested weakly, optics offline. “I don’t need help washing my own frame.” “Yeah, you do,” you argued, straightening out the blankets and grabbing a cube of energon from the cooler. “You are in no shape to be bending your body into impossible directions to clean your own wings.”

Prowl grunted incoherently, slowly succumbing to recharge as he made himself comfortable and you smiled at him. It was endearing, and you were glad that you had someone there for you. Soundwave would most likely return at a later time, but not without backup to try and take everything you have ever grown to love away from you.

Before long, Prowl’s systems shut down into a soft humming, and you knew he was getting some much-needed recharge. You decided to get the cubes that sat on the counter for a couple of days washed and put them away. You worried that he would be attacked again and when that happened, he would not come out alive.

Venting quietly, you focused on cleaning up a little and looked towards the berthroom to make sure Prowl hadn’t woken yet. Ever since the attack two days prior, he’d been recharging more than staying awake and you couldn’t help but be concerned about him. You didn’t want to worry Bluestreak about his brother’s health earlier that day and you vented softly, shaking off those thoughts.

As if on cue, you heard Prowl trying to call your name and you immediately went to tend to his needs. You walked into the berthroom and said, “Prowl? Wake up…it’s me.” He jolted a little as he onlined his optics and focused them on you. “Y/n?” he said softly, a smirk tipping the corner of his mouth.

“It’s quite alright,” you reassured him, shifting him slightly so he was more comfortable. “I am here, and not leaving you.” He laughed a little, vents stuttering through his pain, and you rubbed his arm soothingly. “Careful,” you warned softly, fixing the pillows under his door-wings and stroking the side of his face.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said as he stared into your burning red optics, reaching up to touch your face in return. “I don’t understand one thing, however.” You hummed your interest and he elaborated, “You have treated me with nothing but kindness for the past despite me being an aft. Why?”

“Because you have a good spark, Prowl,” you answered, squeezing his servo tightly. “You are no Decepticon, and you have shown that many times now. I can’t help but reciprocate that to you.” Prowl looked at his hands for a brief moment, and you could almost see the computer analyzing what you said.

He pulled you down for a kiss, your lips dancing for dominance as you groaned, and you planted your servos on his bumper to keep balanced. The both of you broke the kiss to vent softly, fans running hot to try and cool you off. “I love you,” you said softly, brushing a digit along his lips gently with a smile.

“And I you,” said Prowl with a brief smile of his own, which was rare. He smiled for no one, and you felt special. Lying beside him, you vented contentedly, and he shifted so that you were more comfortable. Feeling relaxed, you offlined your optics and fell into a light recharge, unaware of his touches along your helm.

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A month later, things were back to normal, and you were glad. Prowl was working in his office, and you only saw each other during the night if he was not overworking himself. You sometimes helped him get through datapads before you decided it was time to recharge, for which he was thankful for.

On the days he didn’t require your presence, you helped Bluestreak and the twins with their training. It became a routine for you, and once in a while you’d catch Prowl standing by the window watching you. The feeling made your spark flutter with excitement and even happiness knowing he took some time to watch over you.

It was one of those days when you said, “Alright, training is over for today. Everyone, put your weapons away and go refuel. We meet tomorrow at the same time.” “Yes, y/n,” said the twins disappointedly as they walked over to the rack and put away their blasters. Bidding their farewells, they left the training room and Bluestreak vented softly, an unreadable expression written across his face.

“Is something bothering you, Blue?” you asked softly, walking over to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m just afraid of what might happen in the future, y/n,” said the young mech, worried optics lifting to meet your concerned expression, shoulders sagging with worry. “Like they might come back with full force or something.”

You vented softly and looked at the ground. “Blue, why don’t you go and refuel with your friends?” you suggested, squeezing his shoulder lovingly. “I will talk to Prowl later about your concerns. But don’t fret too much about it, okay?” Bluestreak nodded and left the room in silence after putting his weapon away, leaving you to sag with heavy emotions.

You were startled out of your thoughts when the doors opened once more and you looked up to see Prowl walking over to you, his hands folded behind his back. “Is something the matter, y/n?” he asked once he was standing in front of you and unfolded his hands to lift your chin. “You seem worried.”

“I’d like to think we all are just a little shook up after that attack,” you said, pulling away to look at the ground and wrapping your frame with your own arms. “I nearly lost you that night and your brother seems to be traumatized from it, Prowl.” You turned and looked at him as you dropped your hands to your sides.

Prowl said nothing for a long moment, jaw clenched tightly, and he eventually let out a vent. He walked the short distance over to you and he said, voice stern: “Nothing is going to happen to you or my brother. Not while I stand and can fight. Nothing will happen to me, either. You forget, y/n, that you are surrounded by a bunch of well-trained Autobot soldiers.

“I do not want to hear your worries anymore, do you understand? It is for your safety that you try and remain strong. I care about you very much, y/n, and there’s not a day that I don’t worry myself that something’s going to happen to you. Why is it that you think I am watching you train our soldiers? I am led to believe that you have the spark to train them into powerful mechs, y/n.” You stood there looking at him for a long time, unable to say anything in response and you pressed closer to him. He pulled you in for a hug, and whispered in your audio sensor, “I think you would look great with newsparks.”

You blushed deeply, burying your face into his shoulder and he just laughed a little at that before pulling you away just enough to look into your optics. “You don’t really think that?” you asked, raising an optic ridge and he just lifted the side of his mouth into a smirk. “I’ve never thought about it.”

“You are a natural at watching the young mechs, including my brother,” said Prowl, impressed as he stroked the side of your face. “I couldn’t be more thankful for someone like you.” You blushed deeper, unable to look at him anymore and he reached in for a kiss. You jerked in surprise at first before relaxing and responding with a kiss of your own.

into his embrace, you deepened the kiss and grabbed the sides of his helm to keep it in place. A deep pressure formed within your core, and you embraced it. The heat formed quickly between your legs, and you found yourself grinding against him. “We should head to refuel,” you said softly, breaking the kiss to vent softly.

“That can wait,” he said in response, studying your frame and smirking. You felt your energon flush south, panels heating at the way he looked at your frame and you said, “Would you stop looking at me like that?” “I’m simply admiring you,” said Prowl with a smile and you just laughed at that, shaking your head.

“Just kiss me already,” you said lustfully, wiggling an optic ridge at him and he growled as he lunged for you. The both of you landed on the ground with him on top of you, locked in a deep kiss. Mouths danced for domination as you pressed your tongue against his lips, seeking entrance and he allowed you.

Groaning softly, you explored his frame eagerly, tracing his bumper and transformation seams. He vented heavily as he broke the kiss to lick and bite at your energon lines, his panels heating up. “Oh…” you said softly, making room for him to explore along your neck and gasping loudly when he nipped at your audio sensor.

“Y/n…” he murmured along your neck, servos finding themselves tracing your interface panel and you bucked into him, pleasure surging through your frame like lightning. He jerked a little when you traced his seams along his door-wings, sending shivers through his frame and he grinded down into your panel.

“OH!” you gasped loudly as you arched into his frame, gripping his hips and tracing along his lines. “Don’t stop…” “Open for me, y/n,” growled Prowl lowly, playing with your panels and they snapped open unashamedly as you mewled quietly into his audio sensor. A gush of transfluid flowed out like a flood and you felt him smirk against your midsection.

You heard his panel snap open and he reached down to stroke his spike a few firm times as he knelt between your legs. “Prowl….” you moaned, straining to keep your legs open and he licked at your dripping valve, making you buck into his face. “Oh…yes…don’t stop….” Your vents quickened as your fans turned on, working hard to cool your quickly heating frame.

He sucked on your node, and charge rushed through your frame as your pleasure built up the growing pleasure. "I'm close…oh…” you murmured as the pressure grew within your core and he sucked harder on your pulsing node while licking at the insides of your valve. “Overload for me, y/n,” he said, voice full of heavy lust.

You cried out his name as you overloaded, transfluid spilling over his face and underneath your aft. He groaned his appreciation as he continued to stroke his spike and overloaded as well, spilling his transfluid across your midsection. He collapsed off to the side, venting heavily and you snuggled next to him.

“I love you,” he said softly, kissing you deeply once more and you could taste your own fluids on his lips. You grunted softly as he pulled you closer and he pulled out a rag from his subspace. You took the rag and cleaned yourself off before handing it back to him and he did the same before helping you to your feet.

“We should go and get some actual fuel this time,” you laughed, and he just nodded. You held his hand and walked out of the training room together, the thought of having sparklings wrapped around in your mind. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea after all….

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You woke up the next day feeling quite refreshed after your session in the training room the night before, and you rolled over so that you were facing Prowl’s recharging form. His door-wings were tucked neatly against his frame, and you couldn’t help but lightly trace the details along his transformation seams.

“Y/n,” murmured Prowl quietly as he flicked a door-wing and shifted away from your touch slightly. “Don’t…” You chuckled softly at the motion, and slowly sat up as you pushed the covers off. You vented tiredly as you made your way into the washracks and turned on the solvent. It was warm and much needed.

Today was another day to train the young mechs below, and you were looking forward to leveling them up since they had done so well with their blaster training. It was time for them to learn hands-on battle training, knowing how to defend themselves from personal attacks, not just firing from a distance.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t heard Prowl get up and join you in the washracks. “Morning,” you said once you saw him, and he greeted you with a kiss. He pushed you backwards gently until you were flush against the wall without breaking the kiss and you grinded against him with the growing pleasure.

“I can’t,” you said, breaking the kiss to vent heavily as your fans worked to cool you off. “I have a training session in a couple of hours.” Prowl frowned slightly and he said, “I don’t see enough of you anymore, y/n.” “I know,” you said quietly, reaching to kiss him before pulling away. “I’m sorry.”

“How are we going to build a potential family if we are not together all the time?” asked Prowl as he nuzzled his head into your shoulder and neck. “We have time at night,” you murmured softly, stroking his shoulders and wing joints. “As long as you don’t work all the time. We have the world together.”

He just nodded as you pulled away and finished cleaning up. You walked out of the racks first, heading to prepare some energon and when he emerged from the washracks, you said: “I think Bluestreak is almost ready for the next step in his schooling.” Prowl vented softly as he quirked an optic ridge in amusement and said, “What makes you think that?”

“He’s doing well in his classes,” you said, turning to look at him and bringing his energon over. “I think that it’s time for Ironhide to start teaching him some of the more advanced classes.” “I don’t think my brother is going to agree,” said Prowl, sipping on his energon. “I will talk to him later,” you said firmly, putting your hands on your hips and venting softly.

“You are under much stress,” said Prowl as he put his cube on the counter and put a datapad into his subspace. “I would focus on one thing at a time, y/n.” He fixed you with a firm stare, and you nodded, unable to respond. He smirked then, and walked towards the door before saying, “I’m afraid that I must go and finish my reports for Prime.” “I understand,” you said softly, looking at the ground and he chuckled a little before heading out of your quarters.

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The sessions were a little longer this time as you watched the younger generation train. “Keep your chins lined up with your blasters,” you yelled among the gunshots, and helped Sideswipe hold his blaster better. “Press your cheek lines into them. That’s it!” Sideswipe smirked at you before firing and cheered when he got a perfect shot.

“Look at me, Sunny!” he said, turning to his brother and Sunstreaker just grunted dismissively. “You’re way ahead of yourself, ‘Sides,” said Bluestreak from his side of the room, putting his blaster away. “You still have to go through the rest of your classes before the end of the cycle.” “Still progress, ‘Streak,” said Sideswipe proudly.

“Shut up, ‘Sides,” said Sunstreaker, walking over to his brother. “You and I aren’t done training yet.” “As if Bluestreak didn’t just warn me, ‘Streaker,” said Sideswipe, turning around and punching his brother in the arm. “Don’t touch me,” snarled Sunstreaker angrily, turning to face his brother in a fighting stance.

“Enough,” you snapped at them, coming to separate them. “This isn’t the place nor the time to be fighting. Our training session is done for the day.” Sunstreaker grumbled something under his breath as he walked away, and Sideswipe respectfully put his stuff away. Bluestreak didn’t leave with the others, and you asked, “Is there something wrong?”

“I saw what you and my brother were doing,” said Bluestreak, looking at you from the corner of his optic. “What do you mean?” you asked, now suspicious. “You two were late to join us last night so I figured I would come to see what was going on,” said Bluestreak, cheeks flushed pale with embarrassment.

“Does your brother know about this, Bluestreak?” you asked, now a little angry and embarrassed. “No, y/n,” said Bluestreak quietly, looking at the ground. “It’s not something that I would just tell my brother.” “He would kill you, you know,” you said sternly, putting your own training equipment away. “Now go and join the others for your refueling.” “Yes, y/n,” said Bluestreak immediately, turning to leave and walking out of the training room without another word.

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Few hours later, you were prepping your berth when Prowl joined you in the room and stretched across his side of the berth. He vented in relief when he laid down, and you vented softly, trying to figure out whether you should tell him what Bluestreak told you or not. “Y/n?” asked Prowl, sitting up from his reclined position and walking over to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Your brother told me something earlier that was rather embarrassing, and disturbing,” you vented softly, looking at him briefly before uncrossing your arms. “He caught us the other night…” Prowl’s vents stalled at that, and he held you by your arms. “You don’t mean to tell me...” he started to say but faltered.

“Yup,” you said, popping the p. “I’m so embarrassed now that he caught us.” “I am going to have a talk with Bluestreak in the morning,” said Prowl firmly, stepping back so that you were an arms’ length away. “He needs to know that we’re older and could have things going on between us.”

“He’s just a kid,” you reminded gently, turning to continue to straighten the blankets. “Don’t be too harsh on him. He didn’t know any better.” “I’ll try, but not making any promises,” said Prowl, returning to his side of the berth and reclining once more. “He also needs to know where his boundaries end and begin.”

You laughed a little at that and walked over to sit with him on the berth. “You know, I thought about the idea of having sparklings,” you said conversationally, shrugging slightly. “I don’t think it would be that bad having them ourselves. Only if that’s something you wanted, too.” Prowl hummed briefly while setting a datapad down on his nightstand and kissed your servo gently. He smirked and said, “We should head to recharge now. We can talk about this in the morning.”

Feeling your own exhaustion creeping through your frame, you nodded as you commanded the lights to turn off and snuggled against his frame, feeling the warmth radiating through your own. You vented as you relaxed, allowing yourself to relax as you offlined your optics and fell into a deep recharge, dreaming of sparklings.

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Prowl was sitting in his office when he opened a commlink to his brother, asking him to enter the office for a short meeting if he had the time before the training session. Bluestreak was skeptical of the request, as his brother never had the time to ask him to come to the office but agreed to it nonetheless.

He vented softly as he waited for Bluestreak to respond to his request, shifting through datapads that quickly grew and rubbed his helm tiredly. A ping sounded on his door and he said, “Enter.” Bluestreak walked in, door-wings held straight off to either side and he said, “You required my presence?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” said Prowl curtly, motioning for Bluestreak to sit down. “Something y/n told me last night.” Bluestreak was confused, and he raised an optic ridge in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, sounding calmer than he actually felt.

“It was brought to my attention that you had the audacity to see what we were up to after your dinner the other night,” said Prowl calmly, his voice dangerously low. “Breaking rule number one, to begin with. Two, you caught us in the middle of something rather…intimate. Did you not?” Bluestreak gulped thickly, mouth running dry as he looked at the ground instead.

Prowl slammed a fist into his desk as he stood up, rattling the contents in the meantime and flared his door-wings aggressively. He walked around his desk and stood right in front of his brother, crossing his arms as his face twisted into anger. “I asked you a question, Bluestreak,” he snarled, lifting his brother’s chin so that they could stare at each other.

“I…I didn’t know what I was thinking!” cried Bluestreak, door-wings trembling with emotion. “You are old enough to follow rules, Bluestreak,” snapped Prowl angrily, releasing his grip on his chin to pace around his office. “I believe a punishment is in order.” “Prowl,” whined Bluestreak, now wanting to cry.

“A soldier does not whine to me like a sparkling,” lectured Prowl without breaking his pace. “Whether that soldier is my brother or not. They still need to be reprimanded and reminded of their place in our ranks.” “I’m sorry, okay?!” snapped Bluestreak, attempting to stand up to his brother.

Prowl pushed him back into the chair and said, tone cold, “We are not done here yet, Bluestreak. Y/n was telling me that you’re ready to train with Ironhide, but now I do not think you’re ready. I will strip that from you until you can prove to me and her that you are an adult enough to move on to the next step. Is that understood?”

“Prowl,” begged Bluestreak with wide optics. “I asked you a question,” said Prowl sternly, crossing his arms as he looked over his shoulder. “Do you understand me?” Bluestreak didn’t say anything in response, and tried to leave but Prowl grabbed him by the shoulder. The young Praxian snarled in his own anger, “Let me go.”

“Not until you tell me that you acknowledged my words,” said Prowl sternly, unmoving. “Frag you,” snapped Bluestreak, struggling against his brother’s tight grip. “That’s not how you talk to me,” said Prowl, releasing his grip. “Go. Remain in your quarters for the rest of the night. You will not be joining your class today.”

He commanded the door to open and Bluestreak less than gracefully walked out of his office. Prowl vented heavily, watching his brother disappear around the corner and you walked over to him after hearing the commotion. “Prowl?” you said softly, concerned as you made your way over to his office.

“Not right now, y/n,” said Prowl quietly, digging back into his pile of datapads. “I have work to do.” “You’re tense,” you said soothingly, rubbing the joints around his door-wings. “What did you say to him?” “Nothing that you need to be concerned about,” said Prowl dismissively, turning on a datapad and you took it out of his grasp.

“I canceled the training class today,” you said casually. “I knew that you were going to be too harsh on your brother.” “He needs to learn discipline,” said Prowl with an annoyed grunt, shifting out of your grasp and you dropped your hands to your sides. “I must finish these datapads before the end of the cycle, so why don’t you go back to our quarters?”

“You’re a crabby one today,” you remarked as you headed towards the door. “I guess that I will see you later. Might be resting though by the time you get back…judging by the amount of datapads you have lying there.” You smirked before turning to leave and Prowl glared daggers at your back before shaking his head.

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You were lying on the berth nearly in recharge when he returned to your quarters, and you barely acknowledged him when he came into the berthroom. “I’ve returned for the night,” he said softly, studying your features from the end of the berth. He reached over and lightly dragged a servo down your leg that was the closest and you kicked lightly.

“Stop,” you murmured quietly, onlining your optics to look at him. “I’m not in the mood.” “So, who’s the crabby one now?” asked Prowl with a shrug as if he was indifferent. “I thought I was this morning.” “You were harsh on your brother,” you reiterated your words from earlier in the day. “You didn’t want me earlier, either.”

“Y/n,” Prowl vented heavily, looking at you. “I was working, and my office is not really a place to be doing such intimate things. Someone could come in, and you would never forgive me.” You glared at him, choosing not to respond and he scoffed. “Okay then, y/n,” he said as he walked over to his side of the berth.

Prowl vented with relief as soon as he climbed onto his side of the berth and stretched his door-wings, careful to not whack you with them in the meantime. You offlined your optics as your frame started to shut down for the night and snuggled deeper into the pillows. Prowl folded his door-wings in towards his back and rolled so that he was facing you.

He traced a finger along your side, mapping out your curves and scooted closer so that he could kiss your back, peppering along your struts with kisses. You groaned a little at the pleasure, and felt your panels warming up a little. Prowl smirked against your back, reaching down and placing his servo between your legs, separating them gently.

You gasped while your optics were still offline, and you grinded down on his servo as he played with your panels. They transformed away, revealing a flood of transfluid that built within and you moaned wantonly. “So beautiful,” he murmured between kissing and licking at your back. “Prowl,” you moaned, gasping sharply when he entered a digit into your dripping valve.

“So wet for me already,” he continued, nipping at your shoulder joints and breathing hotly into your audio sensor. “Been thinking about this all day…how I feel inside your valve…” “Don’t stop,” you said, gasping and moaning softly, already reaching your overload. It hit you fast, and you cried out as you ground down on his servo.

Prowl hummed his appreciation, voice vibrating against your back and you felt his systems shutting down into recharge. You vented heavily before relaxing and shifting in his grasp, snuggling against his bumper as you fell into recharge.

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You began to get concerned on the fourth day that you hadn’t seen Bluestreak return to his sessions, and Sideswipe noticed your worries. “I wouldn’t worry about it, y/n,” he said casually as he was putting his blaster away for the cycle. “Prowl’s probably dealing with him over something else.”

“That is none of your business,” you snapped, turning to face him. “Prowl is your Commanding Officer and if he hears about this, he will punish you too.” Sideswipe glared at you before rolling his optics and walked out of the training room with his brother. You vented softly, walking over to his blaster and taking it in your servos.

“Y/n,” a familiar deep voice said, pedes thundering softly on the training mats as they neared you. “Is something bothering you-” The alarms suddenly went off before Optimus could finish his sentence, and you looked at each other, worry in your optics. Optimus put a hand on your shoulder knowingly as he turned and headed out the training room.

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Cries from mechs across the base sounded through the halls as you emerged from the lower levels of the base, and Prowl walked over to you as soon as he saw you. “Bluestreak isn’t anywhere to be found,” he said, voice desperate as his door-wings trembled with rare emotion, and he gripped your shoulders tightly. “We must find my brother, y/n.”

“We will,” you reassured softly, putting your servos on top of his and squeezing them lovingly. “He couldn’t have gone far.” “Sir! Decepticon sighting,” cried an unknown mech from across the room, reaching for his blaster. “Slag,” Prowl cursed, releasing his grip on your shoulders and he looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, y/n. But I must go.”

“Find your brother,” you said firmly, smiling sadly. “Be safe out there, Prowl.” He nodded once before cupping your face to kiss you deeply and breaking the kiss to stare into your optics lovingly. “I will return,” he said softly, only for your audios to hear. “I promise.” With that, he turned and ran to join the others.

You watched them with saddened optics as they transformed into their respective alt-modes and drove off into the distance. Sideswipe vented heavily and said, “Prowl wanted me to stay here to watch you while he was gone. I wish I could be out there with them.” “It’s fine,” you said dismissively, wrapping your arms around yourself and Sideswipe gave you a sidelong look.

“Will you be okay?” he asked quietly, unsure of what to do. “I think I want to be left alone,” you said quietly, turning to leave. “Did anyone else stay here?” “Red Alert, Inferno, and Ratchet,” said the red twin regretfully. “The Security director and his pal need to stay here to make sure the base is under continuous monitoring.”

You just nodded before walking down to your quarters. It was lonely walking in there, not knowing when Prowl would return or if he would return at all. You walked into your berthroom, sitting on his side of the berth and allowed tears to fall from your optics. It wasn’t long before you fell into a comfortable recharging position, facing the wall as you snuggled with the pillows he used.

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Meanwhile, Bluestreak onlined his optics to pitch black, and he groaned in pain as he woke up the rest of the way. He went to stand up but found that he was bound and a dark chuckle sounded through the room. “Comfortable?” the voice asked, sounding amused at his struggles. “You’re not going anywhere, Autobot.”

“Where am I?” demanded Bluestreak, struggling against his restraints. “Let me go!” “I think not,” said the voice, pedes thundering as the mech stepped into the slight light of the room. “You will answer my questioning, Autoscum.” “No,” snarled Bluestreak, struggling against his restraints. “I will not tell you anything!”

“We’ll see about that,” chuckled the mech darkly. “Our communications officer tells us that you have one of our own in your ranks. Where is she now? Tell me, and I shall let you live.” “Frag you!” snapped Bluestreak angrily. “I’ll never tell you anything, Megascum!” A sharp, loud sound rang through the air as a servo collided with the young mech’s cheek.

“Such a mouth on you,” mused Megatron darkly, pacing around the chair, arms folded neatly behind his back. “Apparently your brother is courting one of my fiercest warriors, is he not?” Bluestreak remained silent, glaring at him with all the hatred he could muster. Megatron frowned darkly and walked over to him.

“If you will not talk, then I am left with no choice,” he said darkly before motioning for Shockwave to enter the cell. “No!” cried Bluestreak worriedly, struggling once more as he stared at the scientist. “Don’t touch me! My brother is going to come and kill you all!” “Is he now?” asked Megatron, raising an optic ridge. “We are so far underground that he doesn’t know we’re here, Autobot.”

Shockwave walked over to him and typed some unknown code on their computer. He said nothing, his one optic piercing through Bluestreak’s frame as he focused on connecting a wire to the computer and then connected it to the back of his head. “It would be illogical to fight,” he said, a deep voice sending shivers through the young Praxian’s frame.

Bluestreak cried out against the pain that was sent through his mind, and he writhed against his restraints. “So it seems that my fiercest warrior has been staying with the Autobot commander,” mused Megatron darkly, rubbing his chin with a servo in thought. “Soundwave, send Laserbeak and have him watch her.”

“Yes, Lord Megatron,” said Soundwave, ejecting Laserbeak and commanding him to fly to the Autobot’s headquarters. The bird-like Decepticon screeched loudly before flying off to do as he was told and Bluestreak cried. “No! Leave them alone!” he cried, emotions turning into anger. “They will catch you!” Megatron snarled as he turned around and said, “QUIET, Autobot. Your mouth will be your doom if you do not shut it.” Bluestreak struggled but kept quiet and Megatron turned to Shockwave as he said, “We are done here.”

Shockwave nodded once as he unhooked the equipment and followed Megatron without another word. The door locked behind them and Bluestreak cried quietly to himself as he thought about his brother. “This is all my fault,” he cried to himself, the silence and dark overwhelming.

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Prowl vented heavily while pacing around the small room they stayed in, stopping to glance outside and Blaster said, “Sir, reports came back that Bluestreak has been located.” “Anything else?” asked Prowl curtly, glaring at their communications officer before continuing to pace. “He’s locked in a highly secured room,” said Blaster regretfully.

“We must go and get him,” said Prowl with finality, grabbing his blaster and walking into the lower levels of the planet. The others glanced at each other briefly and Jazz said, “We can’ wait fer anythin’. Blue is trapped down there without any way of contactin’ us.” Blaster nodded once and they all followed Prowl.

The city was quieter than Prowl would have liked, his door-wings flicking towards a sound and relaxing when it happened to be nothing at all. Jazz made his way to the front of the group and stood next to Prowl. “Anythin’ yet?” asked the TiC curiously as Prowl seemed to be scanning their surroundings.

“No,” said Prowl simply, door-wings drooping slightly as he vented softly. “I am afraid I won’t find him in time, and they’ll kill him once he’s no longer of use to them.” Jazz put a servo on their commander’s shoulder, and he said, “Don’ give up on ‘im now, Prowler. Tis’ not what he needs right now.”

Prowl vented softly, nodding briefly and Jazz smirked appreciatively. “We need to get a move on,” said Blaster, shifting uneasily. “Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.” Prowl and Jazz nodded their agreement before continuing their journey down to the lower levels.

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Bluestreak was woken to the sound of blaster fire going off in the distance, and he struggled against his bounds. He glared towards the door briefly before he recognized a familiar spark signature in his spark, and he forced himself to relax. The door blasted open, making him cry out in fear and the mech said, “Bluestreak? Are you okay?”

“Blaster?!” cried Bluestreak happily, looking around for his brother. “Where’s my brother?” “He will be here in a few,” said Blaster as he quickly got to work untying the bounds. “Did they hurt you?” “I don’t know,” said Bluestreak honestly, stretching his door-wings as soon as he was released. “I want to get out of here.”

A familiar black and white frame appeared in the doorway, and Bluestreak nearly jumped into his arms. “Bluestreak! Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” asked Prowl, checking over his brother for any injuries. “Not that I am aware of,” said Bluestreak, standing as tall as he could to prove he was alright and laughed at Prowl’s frown.

“Don’t do that again,” said Prowl firmly, squeezing his brother’s shoulders. “I can’t lose you.” “Save it for when we get out of this place,” Blaster said from his spot by the computer. “I downloaded some stuff for Perceptor and Wheeljack to look through when we get back to Iacon.” Prowl simply nodded, transforming and driving off into the distance, Bluestreak following close behind.

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You vented softly as you waited anxiously for the others to return, and you looked at your chronometer. It was only halfway through the cycle, and you were worried about them. From what you heard on the reports from Mirage, it wasn’t pleasant for Bluestreak, and you were only further angered with the Decepticons.

Before long, the alarms sounded through the building, and you ran as fast as your legs could carry you down to the docks. Prowl was racing ahead of the others with Bluestreak tailing him as close as he could without the threat of crashing into him and he slid to a smooth halt when he saw you, bleeping his siren a little in acknowledgement.

He transformed and walked over to you, looking rather grim. “Did something happen?” you asked, accepting his embrace once he hugged you and rubbed his door-wing joints. “Bluestreak is pretty traumatized,” he said quietly, burying his face into your neck and relaxing into your hold. “We ran into Laserbeak, too.”

You pulled away just enough to look at him in the optics and gripped his head to hold it in place. “I’m just glad you made it back,” you said softly, stroking the side of his head. “I worried about you…especially after hearing about the attacks…” Prowl vented softly as he took your servos into his and rubbed your knuckles.

“I made a promise to you, and that was to return to you,” he said firmly, gaze unwavering. He reached over and gently placed a kiss on your lips before parting enough so that your lips brushed against each other. You reached over and kissed him deeply, venting deeply, servos placed on his shoulders.

Your mouths danced for dominance for what seemed forever until someone’s voice broke the silence, “get a room!” Prowl’s door-wings stiffened their posture as he broke your kiss and glared over at his shoulder. Smokescreen was standing on the other end of the room with his arms crossed and looked unamused.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked like they wanted to giggle but refrained from it while Mirage was looking at the floor. Hound chuckled freely and your face flushed with embarrassment. Bluestreak was blushing deeply at the sight, door-wings tucked in and he looked the other direction.

“Maybe we should head inside,” you said softly, catching Prowl’s attention and he nodded once before glaring at Smokescreen once more. You smiled at him as the two of you headed inside, leaving the others to start talking at once and you chuckled at their excited greetings to Bluestreak.

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You vented deeply as you relaxed into your berth later that night, feeling it sink under your combined weight and Prowl looked up at you from his datapad. “What did they ask Bluestreak?” you asked softly, lying your head on his bumper. “You said that they had a wire connected to his mind.”

“I am not sure,” said Prowl honestly, venting heavily as he shifted into a more comfortable position and stroked the side of your helm lovingly. “Bluestreak was rambling a bunch of stuff on the way back and I barely caught any of it.” You nodded tiredly, offlining your optics and vented once more, relaxing against him.

Prowl smiled a little and felt himself drifting off in recharge. He rolled over so that he faced you and cuddled you closer to his chassis, allowing himself to slip into a peaceful recharge.

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You barely made it to the berthroom before you were kissing deeply, mouths dancing for dominance and servos roaming one another’s frames. “Berth?” you said, venting heavily as your servos rubbed along his door-wings and he grunted his affirmative. He pushed you backwards, planting kisses along your neck cables and slamming the button to open your door.

Prowl threw you onto the bed unceremoniously and slowly hovered over you, reaching over to kiss you sloppily as he traced your frame. You moaned softly, wrapping your legs gently around his waist and traced a transformation seam, pinching a sensitive part under his door-wings. He bucked into your rapidly heating panel and toyed with your panel cover.

Fluid was oozing out like a river as he played with your panel and bit your neck cables hard enough to leave a dent. Gasping loudly, you arched against him, panels rubbing against each other, and you dragged a digit along his heated panels, earning yourself a sharp gasp. “Y/n,” he said hotly into your audio sensor, venting heavily needily.

“Prowl,” you responded with a mischievous grin, and he crawled so that his head was placed between your legs. He placed a long lick along your panel, and you arched as far as your back would allow and gripped his helm with a firm hold. He smirked against your panel before saying, “So wet for me already and I haven’t even gotten inside you yet.”

The words sent waves of pleasure through your frame, charge racing like no tomorrow and you keened. “Prowl,” you whined, writhing under his lustful gaze and watching him through static filled optics. “Please…” Prowl smirked once more before commanding, “Open.” The sound of transformation sounded through the room as your valve was exposed, a flood of transfluid painting your thighs and wetting the berth.

Prowl hummed appreciatively as he reached down and lapped at your valve as if it was engex. You groaned lowly, wanting to squeeze your legs around his helm and he used his servos to hold you in place. He delved his tongue inside your valve, feeling it ripple in pleasure and your core tightened with an impending overload.

“I-I’m so…nngh..close,” you vented heavily, frame beginning to shake like an earthquake as pleasure rolled through, and you shuddered slightly. “Overload for me,” said Prowl huskily against your valve, the vibrations just enough to send you over the edge. He released his hardened spike, the cool air tickling it as he watched you cry out with your overload.

He crawled back over your heated frame, and you looked at him with static filled optics, a grin spread across your face. “So beautiful,” he murmured against your midsection, shivers racing to your valve, and he kissed you deeply as he entered two digits in your valve. “Going to make you feel this next week…”

“Oh!” you gasped loudly, grinding down on his fingers and venting open mouthed. Your vents quickened erotically, hitching with the growing pleasure in your core once more and you murmured stuff under your breath, unable to form coherent words. “I can feel how close you are, y/n,” murmured Prowl huskily into your audio sensor, hot breath tickling you. You cried out loud, chanting his name with your overload, painting his digits that never stopped stroking your node, which only prolonged your overload.

He withdrew his fingers from your dripping valve and licked his digits before reaching to line his spike up. The tip teased at your entrance, and you whined, “Please….” “What do you want, sweetspark?” he asked, knowing well what you wanted and teased you by rutting inside your valve an inch further.

“I need- I want your spike in me,” you stammered, bucking up into him and moaning when you felt his spike push in a little more. He smiled against your neck before nipping it enough to draw energon and rutted inside in a long, smooth thrust. You gasped sharply at the sudden sensations running through your frame and gripped his arms.

He groaned as he strained from pounding you into oblivion, instead venting heavily and deeply as he pulled out slowly, nearly pulling all the way out. You felt drool dripping down the side of your mouth at the wonderful sensations and he grunted as he thrusted back in, bouncing you with the motion.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” you vented with each rut, gripping his arms tightly and trying not to scratch him with your digits. He reached down to kiss you sloppily as he focused on pleasuring you, and you pinched his door-wing joints. “So tight for me,” he grunted, door-wings sticking out to either side of him to balance and buried his face in your neck.

“Don’t stop…yes…” you keened; hands pinned above you with his own. “Faster…yes just like that…OH!” The sound of your lovemaking sounded through your quarters, lewd sounds of him thrusting into you turning you on further and you gasped when he reached down to play with your node.

The familiar feeling of an impending overload grew within your core once more, and he must’ve felt it as he was beginning to quicken his pace. “Y/n…” he said, unable to form his own words and gripped your hips for better support. “I’m close…” you warned, bucking to meet his ruts as you chased your overload.

Your calipers rippled along his spike in a rhythm, letting him know you were close, and he faltered as he overloaded, kissing you through it. You overloaded afterwards, crying out his name and transferring paint to one another, wrapping your legs around him to pull him as deep as you could.

He rolled off of you, venting heavily as his spike depressurized and he closed up his panel. You vented deeply, feeling exhaustion creeping through your frame and he said, “I will grab us some clothes to clean up with.” You nodded absentmindedly, still coming down from your high and felt the bed sink a little as he got up.

It wasn’t long before he returned with some cloths and began cleaning off your legs. You looked at him through misted optics and said, “We should get some recharge. Bluestreak has that lesson tomorrow.” “He can wait a little longer tomorrow,” said Prowl easily, waving a hand dismissively. “He has some time.”

“But-” you started to protest but Prowl hushed you with a kiss. It was soft, and hesitant before you deepened it once more. He traced your frame once more and pleasure started to grow within your frames before you said, “I’m too exhausted right now.” His door-wings drooped with disappointment, and he finished cleaning the both of you up.

“Fine, but one of these days, you’re going to be carrying my sparklings,” he teased as he threw the cloths out. “And you’ll look so beautiful.” You blushed at that, and snuggled against him once he was settled next to you for the night. He commanded the lights to turn off, and the both of you fell into a relaxed recharge.

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The next morning came around and you woke up to the sound of someone moving around in the kitchenette. You rolled over groggily and checked your chronometer. It was only early morning and you surmised that the sun hadn’t risen above the horizon yet. You vented tiredly as you climbed out of the berth and sat up.

The door opened a slit, letting in some light and Prowl stuck his head in. “I was afraid that you might have been recharging,” he said, smirking a little and walked into the room. You dimmed your optics from the bright light and groaned tiredly when he made his way over to you, handing you a cube of energon.

Smiling gratefully, you took the cube and he sat next to you. “Something’s on your mind,” he mused, brow furrowing in concern. “What’s going on?” “Just thinking about our future,” you said, looking up at him and taking his servo. “I thought about what you told me last night about carrying your offspring.”

Prowl’s optic ridges raised in surprise, and he opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. When he wasn’t going to say anything, you continued, “I wouldn’t honestly mind that one bit.” His vents stuttered briefly before he reset his vocalizer and he said, “Are you sure that it’s what you want?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, folding your hands neatly on your lap and venting heavily. “I was never given a chance to really think about having my own family within the Decepticon ranks. But you- you have given me a reason to.” Prowl was quiet for a long time, opening and closing his mouth multiple times.

As soon as you were beginning to be concerned, he finally found his voice again and said, “I’m glad that is what you want. But it is highly risky to raise them during this time, especially knowing that the Decepticons are aware of your whereabouts, and they know you belong to me. I’m not sure we should try it now.”

You shook your head, understanding and said nothing more for a while. “It’s going to be alright, y/n,” said Prowl reassuringly, squeezing your hand gently and standing to his full height, gently pulling you with him. “It’s not something we have to talk about or do anything about right this moment.”

“Bluestreak should know about this,” you suggested as you followed him out of your quarters and headed down to the mess hall. Prowl hummed and pulled a datapad from his subspace as you walked. “There’s been reports,” he said, ignoring your previous statement as he looked at you. “None of them are good.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, suddenly suspicious as you halted midstep. He halted with his back facing you as he bowed his head and said, voice grave, “Megatron has been sighted nearby with Soundwave and Laserbeak. They’re hunting for you, y/n.”

Your vents hitched with the news in the form of a gasp, and you backed up a few steps. “How long has this been going on?” you asked, trembling with fear. “Prowl. How long?” He didn’t say anything for a long moment as tears formed in your optics and he eventually vented heavily as he turned towards you.

“For a very long time,” he answered, brow furrowing in concern. “Y/n, I didn’t tell you anything sooner to protect you. I did not want you to rush out there and risk…” He faltered at the last word, shuddering with the thought and you seethed with anger. “You forget I was a Decepticon warrior, once,” you snapped, field filled with emotion. “I could’ve handled it.”

“I will not risk losing you,” Prowl said curtly, door-wings lifting high behind him and stepping towards you. “Not after everything we had gone through.” “You think I’m unable to protect myself,” you said, eerily calm. “Then now is the time to show you what I am really capable of.” You then took off down the hall, Prowl protesting at your back.

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Megatron waited outside the gates of Iacon, an entire army sitting behind him. This was now the time to show the Autobots how powerful they really were, and how easy it would be for their puny Prime to fall at the hands of the true leader. He smirked at the thought, pacing back and forth as Starscream said: “Why don’t we just bring down the entire city?”

“Because Starscream, that would risk losing our warrior with them,” growled Megatron in annoyance with the commander. “Don’t question me again.” Starscream glared at Megatron’s back as he continued to pace and Soundwave’s monotone voice chirped through the comms, “Decepticon warrior: Sighted.”

“Very good,” said Megatron in dark amusement. “Do not attack her. She will be bringing her friends with her.” “Understood, Lord Megatron,” clipped the monotone Decepticon as their comms ended. “Soon, we will attack them,” said Megatron, facing them with a fierce determination that neither of them had ever seen. “This planet will be ours for the taking.”

The Decepticons that followed cheered at once, voices roaring like thunder in an acid storm and Megatron smiled, red optics burning with hate. “I see her!” shrieked Starscream, igniting his arm cannon and prepared to fire. “You fool!” yelled Megatron, patience lost as he turned towards the arrogant Seeker. “I told you not to fire on her.”

“But Lord Meg-” Starscream started to protest but Megatron gripped him by the throat cables. “It seems like you fail to follow orders,” snarled Megatron angrily, distracted from you coming up upon them. “Lord Megatron,” you said firmly, drawing your swords. “It is time for your games to end.”

“Oh really?” smirked Megatron, slowly turning towards you. “Do you really think you could take an entire army out by yourself, y/n?” You gaped as he motioned for his army to move forward, and he just let out a dark laugh that sent shivers down your back. “Decepticons, attack!” cried Megatron gleefully as he fired his cannon towards you, and you bolted barely out of the way. You had to alert Prowl about this, if he was not too angry with you about your fight.

Running as fast as your legs could carry you back into the building, you nearly ran Jazz over and he said, “Y/n? Wha’s got ya runnin’ so fast?” “You…gotta…alert Prowl,” you vented tiredly, reaching from your side that had been scorched from Megatron’s cannon. “Under…attack.” With that, you collapsed on the ground and Jazz immediately contacted Prowl.

“She’s hurt! Come quickly,” cried Jazz helplessly and growled angrily when the building shook with the attacks outside. Prowl was there in less than ten minutes, and he immediately picked you up. “How many?” he asked Jazz, voice trembling with unknown emotions. “Tell me, Jazz. How many?”

“Too many, Prowler,” said Jazz mournfully, reaching for his blaster. “Go. I will handle them and contact the others.” “You’ll die,” said Prowl with hesitation, feeling your frame go colder by the minute. “Don’ worry ‘bout meh,” snapped Jazz angrily. “Get her ta the medical bay ‘fore she offlines in yer arms.”

Prowl didn’t need to be told twice, running down the halls as fast as he could. He couldn’t help but be worried about Jazz fighting all those Decepticons by himself as he furthered the distance, and he vented sadly as he watched Ratchet get to work immediately. He could not wait for you to be okay, and ran to join the battle with Jazz, thinking about your future as he went.

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The battle ensued outside Iacon City, most of it in flames as Seekers led by Starscream dropped their missiles and Decepticon dropships landed nearby. Cries of random mechs and Autobots sounded through the city, and Prowl stood on an outlook. He pointed his gun at some unsuspecting Decepticons and fired at them, killing them instantly.

“Watch out!” cried a mech from below, ducking as a dropship lowered to the ground and Decepticons ran out. They fired, killing the mech instantly and Jazz could be seen running towards them. “Jazz, don’t you think about it,” Prowl told him through a commlink. "That’s suicidal.” Jazz ignored him just as he feared, and he looked at Ironhide, who shrugged.

“Take command,” said Prowl curtly, flaring his door-wings authoritatively and running down to join Jazz on the lower levels. Ironhide took command, looking concerned about the survival of the city and he pointed his blaster towards some of the dropships. He watched the ships carefully and fired once a weak point in the ship exposed itself.

It exploded on contact, and Ironhide yelled, “Everyone take cover!” Jazz cried in pain as he was shot, and Prowl was by his side in an instant. “You need to retreat,” he told him, pulling him against his chassis and walking him back into the building. A loud rumbling sounded through the torn city, and Jazz cried, “the whole buildin’s comin’ down! Watch it, Prowler!”

The top of the building fell around them, breaking into smaller pieces and Prowl grunted in pain when his leg was caught under the rubble. “I’m stuck,” he said angrily, lying flat on his front and Jazz tried lifting the rubble. “Prowler, yer leakin’ energon,” he said worriedly, inspecting his friend’s leg. “Ah won’ try ta move ya without riskin’ losin’ ya.”

Megatron’s dark laugh could be heard nearby, and Jazz growled dangerously. “Don’t Jazz,” said Prowl through gritted denta, trying not to move too much. “He will kill you quicker than you could manage a fight against him.” Jazz glared under his visor but didn’t move and contacted Prime instead.

“We gotta move back,” he told Optimus sternly. “Prowler’s down an’ y/n is still in the medical ward under surgery.” Optimus could be heard venting on the other end of the line, and Jazz continued, “We don’ ‘ave much of a choice, Prime.” “See to it that our soldiers are brought to safety,” Optimus finally said, relenting.

Prowl’s vents stuttered slightly, and Jazz turned towards him. “Don’ ya dare offline on meh,” he said, voice cracking with broken emotions. “Ah can’ lose both ya an’ y/n at the same time.” Soundwave suddenly appeared from the darkness and said, “Ravage, Rumble: Eject!” He pushed a button, and his mini cons jumped out eagerly.

Jazz reached for his blaster and Soundwave simply said: “Action: Unwise. Autobots: Are cornered.” “Frag you, Soundwave,” snarled Jazz angrily before firing on the Decepticon SiC and Soundwave howled in pain before being caught by surprise. Jazz jumped on him, and choke held him until Rumble shook the ground.

Jazz let go of Soundwave’s hold and Ravage immediately attacked him. Prowl was unconscious on the ground and Jazz fought until he couldn’t anymore. Optimus walked over to the mechs and vented solemnly. Megatron was still out there and called for his men to retreat back to their headquarters.

“He’s hurt, Prime,” said Jazz worriedly. “Ah can’ move it without hurtin’ his leg any more than ‘tis already.” He dimmed his visor sadly and Optimus said, “We will need to get him to the medical ward as soon as possible. How are you doing, my old friend?” “Ah’d be better if ‘ere was no war,” said Jazz honestly, bowing his head in shame.

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Ratchet was running around the medical bay connecting tubes to injuries when he saw First Aid assisting Optimus in bringing new mechs in and he said, “How many more are there, Prime?” “Too many, my old friend,” said Optimus gravely. “Too many.” Ratchet vented tiredly and continued working, wasting no time when there were dying mechs.

Jazz limped into the medical bay with Prowl in his arms, careful as to not to jostle his door-wings and said, “He needs help.” “First Aid, grab Ambulon and have him help you assist with the SiC,” snapped Ratchet without looking at them, focused on wiring internal injuries. “Slag this war.”

The two assistants helped Jazz with lifting Prowl onto a medical berth, settling his door-wings into a comfortable position and told Jazz he needed to wait outside. The saboteur vented angrily before sauntering off to sit in the waiting room and watched the medics work hard. He sat down on the chair and succumbed into a restless recharge.

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Six hours went by, and Ratchet finally emerged from the medical bay, covered in others’ energon over his hands. He looked exhausted, optics dimmed, and Optimus was the first to approach him. “I-” Ratchet began to say but emotion got the best of him, and he bowed his head. “I couldn’t save them all. I’m sorry, Prime.”

“You did what you could, my old friend,” said Optimus understandingly, though his tone suggested otherwise. “How is Prowl?” “He’s alive,” said Ratchet with a brief smile. “But his leg was severely injured. I managed to close up some wounds on Mirage and Sideswipe got a good beating. But they’re alive.”

Optimus put a hand on his shoulder and spoke, “Get some recharge, Ratchet. It is well deserved. We have Red Alert monitoring the room at all times, and I am sure First Aid is more than capable of taking care of the patients.” Ratchet opened his mouth to protest but shut it again at the firm expression Prime gave him and nodded instead, grunting tiredly as he walked away.

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Jazz was sitting next to Prowl when you walked over to him and asked, “How is he? I heard that the battle was bad.” “Unconscious,” said Jazz softly, his accent thick as he looked at Prowl’s limp form. “He hasn’ woken up yet. Bluestreak is gonna freak out if he finds out ‘bout his brother’s injuries.”

“Blue didn’t get hurt, did he?” you asked, suddenly concerned for the young mech. “No, not tha’ ah kno’,” said Jazz honestly, shrugging a shoulder indifferently. “Ah’m worried ‘bout Prowler.” “Prowler?” you asked, laughing a little and flinching when a sharp pain shot up your side. “I don’t think I have heard anyone call him that.”

Jazz chuckled a little and said, “Ah’ve known Prowler fer many, many years before you came ‘ere. Trust meh, it took meh a long time fer ‘im ta let meh call ‘im tha’.” You both laughed a little and you looked at Prowl briefly before taking his hand, kissing it gently. “I hope you wake up soon,” you said sadly, resting your head on his side and Jazz smiled a little at you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

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The next morning came around, and you onlined with a stretch to your stiff joints. Bluestreak could be heard arguing with Ratchet about something, and you realized you never left the medical bay. Jazz was missing, and you thought that he might have had some important business to attend to.

The medical ward was quiet other than the systems of other mechs working hard to keep them alive and you vented softly. You looked down at your servos and noticed one of them was still holding onto Prowl’s own. That’s right, you thought to yourself. There was a war the night before, and your memories were confirmed when you saw Mirage and Sideswipe lying across from you.

It was horrible, as far as you were told by Jazz the night before and you suddenly felt something squeezing your hand lightly. You jerked your head up to Prowl and saw him looking at you through dimmed optics. Smiling with barely contained excitement, you said, “You’re awake.” “I am,” he said, voice hoarse from lack of use.

“How are you feeling?” you asked, reaching up to stroke the side of his helm and smiling when he leaned into your touches. “You were pretty hurt last night.” “It’s nothing that I can’t handle,” said Prowl, shifting into a reclined position. “I was worried about you, y/n. When I was on that battlefield last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not you were going to make it.”

You vented softly as you looked at the ground, and Prowl gripped your chin so that you looked at him. He said nothing as he reached over and placed a light kiss on your lips, smirking a little as you smiled. You dived back for another kiss and he obliged, deepening the kiss before breaking apart to vent heavily.

“Can’t you two ever not do that?” asked a familiar voice and you looked up to see Bluestreak walking over to you. He looked embarrassed, and Prowl said, “That’s what a couple does, Bluestreak. You won’t understand until you find someone that you care for.” Bluestreak blushed deeply and you said, “Unless you already have found that someone.”

“No!” said Bluestreak defensively as he blushed and looked away. “I absolutely did not.” You laughed heartily and Prowl smirked. “It wouldn’t happen to be Sideswipe, now would it?” he asked, motioning to the frontliner on the berth across from him. “Bumblebee told me you were ogling over him the other day.”

“What?! No, that is not what I was doing,” cried Bluestreak frustratedly as he sat down on a secondary chair. “I was simply watching him.” You laughed at his innocence and said, “Bluestreak, don’t be afraid to have a crush on someone. It’s perfectly normal to feel things for someone.”

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A few hours later, Prowl was discharged from the medical bay with a few recommendations, and you were happy that he was able to return back. You wondered about the other Autobots that were in the medical ward still under stasis and saw Bluestreak sitting next to Sideswipe. Your spark warmed at the sight and said, “I think he really is into him.”

“I would be happy for him if he were, y/n,” said Prowl with a quiet vent and limped a little as he took a step. “Blue is old enough to start feeling things for others. As much as it is hard for me to admit it some days.” You looked at him and he had a sad, distant expression on his usually stoic face.

“Is something bothering you?” you asked, furrowing an optic ridge in concern. “He was close to our creators,” said Prowl matter-of-factly, sitting down on a nearby chair. “He struggles a lot with the loss of them, and with our home being completely leveled by the Decepticon Seekers.” He vented sadly, a rare emotion and looked at his folded hands.

“What happened?” you asked softly, spark wrenched at the thought of them losing their parents. Prowl vented heavily as he sat back on the chair, flaring out his door-wings as he said: “We’re not originally from Iacon City. We are from Praxus, born and raised. Or at least I was. Bluestreak was very young when it happened.

“I remember just ending my shift at the station when my creators told me that the city was under attack and to not bring Bluestreak home from school that day. Of course, I was confused and wanted to bring him home anyway and so I did. But that happened to be the worst thing I could have ever done.

“The Decepticon Seekers had already flown through my neighborhood and destroyed everything I had ever cared about. Then it was your people who raided the streets, ruthlessly killing innocent mechs and femmes. Whole generations of families were destroyed. I couldn’t stop Bluestreak from seeing our creators bleeding out and being a part of that attack.

“My older brother lived on the other side of the city and died protecting us from their attacks. He left me to take care of his son at the time, and that would be Smokescreen. Bluestreak never recovered from his trauma from that attack, and I have a high distaste of the Decepticon lines.” You said nothing as you looked at Bluestreak, who was holding Sideswipe’s servo in his.

A singular tear fell from your optic, offlining them as you felt a deep regret growing through your frame and Prowl stood up to stand next to you. His field was pulled in tight around him like the first day you’d met him, and you wanted to walk away. “Do not fret about it, y/n,” he said curtly, crossing his arms. “You are not who my anger is directed at.”

You said nothing as you headed down the hallway and walked to the ruined part of the Iacon Capital Building. You sat quietly on the ruins, lost in your thoughts and hadn’t noticed that he followed you a few feet away until you recognized his energy field. “I wanted to be alone,” you said sharply without looking at him.

“Like I am going to let you sit here and mope about,” said Prowl stubbornly, uncrossing his arms to join you on the ruins. “Blaming me for things is not going to make me feel any better, or you feel any better,” you said, motioning to the now destroyed city. “I did not know about what happened to your creators, or Praxus. I’m sorry you lost them.”

You turned to look at him then and were met with a pair of unreadable optics, his jaw set into a firm line. “I had to raise him in that mess,” said Prowl after a long moment, resting his arms over his knees. “Bluestreak will never fully understand why they all had to die. I will never be able to tell him anything either, maybe because I don’t understand it myself.”

He inclined his head, looking at the ground between his legs and you vented softly. “You blame yourself for so much that you had no control over,” you said firmly, lifting his chin so that he could look at you. “I am sure Bluestreak understands that you did everything you could to comfort him.”

Prowl was silent, and you took that as an opportunity to kiss him deeply. He didn’t react at first, surprised by the sudden movement and responded eagerly once his shock calmed down. You carefully climbed into his lap and cupped his face so that you could continue kissing him. For the moment, all your worries washed away and all you could think of was how deeply you cared for him.

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A few days passed, and Bluestreak was sitting on a chair next to the medical berth that Sideswipe laid on. He vented softly, worried that he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon and Ratchet said, “Blue? What’re you still doing here?” “I’m worried about him,” said Bluestreak softly, looking at the edge of the berth to hide his blush.

“You’ve been sitting with him for a while,” mused Ratchet grumpily as he walked over to the pair and did routine checks on the red frontliner. “He’s going to be just fine, Bluestreak. Trust me.” Bluestreak said nothing in response, instead choosing to look at where he held the mech’s servo and venting softly.

“Ratchet,” he said suddenly as the medic was moving to other patients. “Yes?” said Ratchet, looking up at him, concerned. “Well?” “I’ve been having these weird emotions,” said Bluestreak sheepishly, blushing at his own admittance. “I… guess that I have been feeling rather connected to him.”

The medic raised an optic ridge and barked out a laugh. “Oh, Bluestreak,” he said fondly, smirking at the mech. “You don’t know, do you? It’s perfectly normal to feel attracted to another mech or femme, Bluestreak.” “Oh,” was all Bluestreak could say, feeling a little less embarrassed about it.

“Leave it up to your brother not to explain these things,” mumbled Ratchet to himself as he continued walking around the room. “How far along are you with him, Bluestreak?” Bluestreak looked at him, confused and Ratchet vented in annoyance. “I don’t really know,” said the young mech quietly. “I’ve never felt these things for anyone before.”

“You mean to tell me that your brother has never explained interfacing and all this stuff to you?” asked Ratchet with feigned shock. “That doesn’t surprise me one bit. You will start to want a deeper connection with said mech or femme, and that can lead to interfacing. Your internal wiring will send you messages through your HUD display when it wants to recreate.”

Bluestreak looked embarrassed, and Ratchet tried not to laugh. “You don’t mean what I think you mean,” he said, stuttering in embarrassment and the medic nodded his confirmation. “Oh…how do I tell him?” “Maybe he already knows,” suggested Ratchet with a smirk, walking away before Bluestreak could ask him the meaning.

He looked at the red frontliner and felt a digit moving under his servo. “Sides?” asked Bluestreak softly, feeling his spark warming at the sensation under his servo. Sideswipe shifted slightly and onlined his optics, dimming them immediately where he wasn’t blinded. He looked over at Bluestreak and offered a weak but small smile.

“Blue?” he asked, voice full of static and his vents hitched slightly. “You’re alive,” said Bluestreaak with a small laugh, tears forming at the edge of his optics. Ratchet came back out and walked over to them, running scans. “You need to be careful,” he chided the twin, and did some light patchwork. “You’ll heal just fine but you need to remain limbo.”

Sideswipe glared at the medic, clearly disapproving of the warning and Ratchet huffed through his vents before walking away. “Wha- what happened?” asked Sideswipe, looking around before his optics landed on Bluestreak. “How long have I been here?” “You’ve been here for nearly a week,” said Bluestreak softly. “It didn’t look like you were going to make it.”

“I’m here now,” said Sideswipe with a smirk. Bluestreak looked at the ground then and said, “Sideswipe, I-” but Prowl and you walked into the room then, interrupting whatever Bluestreak was going to say. “I heard you were awake,” said Prowl formally, back straightened like a stick on a Praxian vine. “I’m glad you pulled through.”

Sideswipe just nodded, and Bluestreak glared at his brother. “Prowl, I was going to tell him something,” he said, angered a little. “I am sure it was something that’s not exactly important,” dismissed Prowl easily. “Prowl-” Bluestreak started to argue and went to stand but his brother pushed him back down into the chair.

“You are young yet, so I do not expect you to understand,” said Prowl curtly, glaring at his brother in a final warning before looking at Ratchet. “How long before he can be discharged from the clinic?” “I would give it another week before I make that decision, Commander,” said Ratchet grumpily from his desk.

Prowl looked annoyed, and you remained silent. He flicked a door-wing towards his brother in a silent command to follow him and the three of you left the medical ward. Bluestreak whispered an apology to Sideswipe, to the mech’s confusion and followed the two of you a few feet behind. “What were you going to tell him?” asked Prowl sternly once you were far away from the medical bay.

“Does it matter to you?” snarled Bluestreak angrily, crossing his arms. “I’m not a sparkling anymore, Prowl. You treat me as if I am not allowed to do my own things and I can’t stand it anymore.” “Don’t talk to me like that-” started Prowl sternly but Bluestreak punched him in his face.

“Enough,” snapped Bluestreak, voice cracking with raw emotion. “I don’t want to hear your excuses, and how you think you’re protecting me, Prowl. You’re just holding me back from doing the things I want to do.” Prowl rubbed his faceplates and you said, “Bluestreak, that wasn’t’-” “This has nothing to do with you, y/n,” snapped Bluestreak, tears welling up in his optics.

He ran down the hall away from the two of you and Prowl vented angrily as he went to go after him. “Don’t,” you said calmly. “Chasing him won’t make things better. Let him cool off and realize what he’s done.” Prowl glared with those familiar icy optics and firmly set jaw before relenting. He said, “Let’s go back to our quarters.”

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The two of you were lying in the berth, facing one another and you said, “Bluestreak has a point, Prowl. You do seem to hold him back a lot.” “You wouldn’t understand,” Prowl huffed through his vents, looking at your intertwined servos. “I am afraid of losing him like I did my older brother and our creators.”

“Is that what’s been bothering you, Prowl?” you asked disbelievingly, looking at him. “Really?” Prowl said nothing and rolled carefully onto his other side, tucking his door-wings in so that he didn’t hit you. You vented quietly and continued, “I admit that I don’t know what it’s like to have a sibling let alone having one to raise.

“But you gotta let him have some space. It’s not really that different from being mated to your SO.” “Y/n, we should really get some recharge,” said Prowl tiredly, shutting his personal light off and you could hear his systems winding down. Before long, he was recharging, and you decided he was not going to listen to you.

Rolling over onto your side, you commanded all lights to turn off and shut your own light off. Once it was dark, you winded down and fell into a peaceful but not dreamless recharge.

Chapter Text

A month after the attack went by faster than you would have liked to imagine, and you were sitting on a chair just outside of the capitol building. It was silent, the breeze pushing lighter, smaller ruined building pieces across the ground and you vented heavily with grief. Gone was the once beautiful city that you’d come to know over the past couple of years.

Prowl was busy with constant meetings and with visits to the medical ward to check his leg. You had the responsibility of making sure Bluestreak was doing okay, and you looked up when he walked outside. “There you are,” the young mech said cheerfully as he walked over to you with a big smirk on his face. “I was wondering where you went off to.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing school?” you asked, raising an optic ridge. “I wasn’t in the mood,” whined Bluestreak as he pouted and crossed his arms. “Blue,” you warned, glaring at him sternly. “That’s not an excuse.” “I also wanted to see Sideswipe,” said Bluestreak, smiling widely.

You both looked up when Prowl emerged from the building and walked over to you. He looked stern and Bluestreak said, “I gotta get back to my classes. See you later, y/n.” You nodded warmly at him before he ran off back into the building and Prowl sat next to you. “He’s still avoiding me, I see,” he said curtly, looking towards the entrance.

“He feels like you’re just going to hold him back,” you said truthfully, shifting into a more comfortable position. “Ultra Magnus fears the Decepticons are planning something that may change the future of this planet,” said Prowl matter-of-factly, getting straight to the point. “I’ve wanted to ask you this for a long time, but has he ever told you anything about wanting to dominate the world?”

You vented heavily, looking out to the horizon and said, voice distant: “No. I never really communicated with Megatron that much. He rarely wanted anything to do with me despite my reputation for being ‘the greatest warrior amongst the ranks’. So that question is irrelevant.” “It is my duty to ask, y/n,” said Prowl sternly, folding his servos neatly on his lap. “We want to make sure you’re not hiding anything from us.”

“I’m no longer a part of the Decepticons,” you said coldly. “I know nothing about what they’re planning.” You stood up and gave him a firm glare before walking towards the entrance. Prowl vented audibly from his chair, and he bowed his head. It was rather harsh of him to come on like he did, but necessary in case things were not going to work out further.

The thought of you betraying him danced around his battle computer, colliding with it and he rubbed his forehelm as a headache formed. Prowl groaned, annoyed with the growing pressure in his head and he called for you to return. You’d come running as fast as your legs could carry you, Bluestreak and one other following you.

You saw him lying on the ground and immediately ran to his side. Jazz was on his way out and said, “Dam’ battle computer of his crashin’ again. Ah don’ kno’ wha’ caused it ta happen this time.” He helped Bluestreak lift him up into their arms and carried him back into the building which was thankfully only a few feet away. You followed them into the medical ward and Ratchet told you that you must sit in the waiting room.

“He will be fine,” the medic reassured you calmly. “This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.” He walked into the medical bay and asked Jazz what happened. “Ah heard a call from ‘im when ah was sittin’ in mah office,” said Jazz worriedly. “Ah came runnin’ as fast as mah legs would carry meh but ah didn’ catch ‘im in time. Ah don’ kno’ what caused it.”

“Who was with him when this happened?” asked Ratchet sternly, crossing his arms. “I was,” you said, stepping into the medical bay when you heard him ask. “I was with him when he was asking me questions. We got into a small fight, and that’s all I know. He called me for help, and I ran out there only to find him already unconscious.”

Ratchet raised an optic ridge in suspicion, and he vented heavily as he did scans over Prowl’s form. “That can’t be the only thing that caused his crash,” he said, eyeing you while he walked around the berth and stepping over to you. “Did he tell you anything?” “No more than he said that he was about to crash, whatever that’d meant,” you said honestly, shrugging.

Jazz said, “He don’ tell meh wha’ goes on ‘fore he crashes, either. So, don’ feel terrible ‘bout it.” You said nothing as you walked over to where Prowl was lying and sat on the berth next to him, taking a servo. He was still unconscious, and you asked, “When will he wake?” “It depends,” said Ratchet honestly, turning to face you. “Sometimes they’re bad enough he’d be out for a few hours.”

“We will leave you ta be with ‘im fer a while,” said Jazz with a knowing smirk, and walked out of the medical ward with Bluestreak. Ratchet scanned him once more before going back into his office and shut the door behind him. You vented softly, stroking his knuckles and watched him rest.

You couldn’t help but blame yourself for causing him to do this, and a small voice told you it was in fact all your fault. “I’m sorry I allowed this to happen,” you said quietly, kissing each of his knuckles softly and they moved briefly before going still again. His optics were online again, though dim and he removed his servo from your grip to stroke your face.

Leaning into it, you asked, “How are you feeling?” “I’m okay,” he said honestly, looking around the room disapprovingly. “Bringing me to the medical ward wasn’t necessary.” “Blame your brother and Jazz for that,” you said with a smirk. “They weren’t sure how bad this was this time around.”

Prowl glared at you briefly before slowly sitting up and you helped him. He rubbed his helm a little and laughed a little at your concern. “I’m not going to do it again, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, and you blushed a little. “I am just concerned about you altogether,” you said with an incline of your helm.

“Don’t be,” said Prowl with a sharp expression and venting heavily, releasing his stress. “I am doing what I have to do. Reporting to my superiors are expecting me to report everything I asked you to them by the third day of this week.” You winced at the reminder, and he stroked your servo lightly.

“They’re distrustful of me, aren’t they?” you asked quietly. Prowl was silent for a long time and when you thought he wasn’t going to answer, he said, “I cannot say for sure, y/n. They know who you once were, and it is very difficult for them to accept that you are my responsibility, if you know my meaning.

“When I first found you near death, they definitely didn't want me to keep you as I did. I told them that you were my responsibility only and that I would not grow attached to you. But as it appears, that has been broken.” He vented softly and looked at you, smiling distantly. You smiled back, taking his servo and said, “And I wouldn’t change that for the world.”

Neither would I,” he said with a nod. “They want to have a meeting with you, y/n. I don’t know when, but they want to know everything that you know.” You stiffened with the words, and you said, “I can’t tell them everything they want to know because I was not informed by the superiors there.”

“Don’t be telling me this,” said Prowl sternly, mouth set into a firm line and jaw clenched. “Ultra Magnus is not one that’s easy to persuade. Optimus is a little more understanding, but Ultra Magnus is a hard mech to get past.” You gulped thickly, suddenly nervous and Prowl put a hand on your shoulder soothingly. “It’ll be okay,” he said with a small smile.

You sure hoped so, you thought as you leaned into him and let your worries slip away.

Chapter Text

You were brought before a large podium where a larger mech stood with his hands firmly gripping the edges and shoulders set stiffly in a perfect square. He did not smile when you approached, instead frowning deeper and Prowl respectfully inclined his helm with, “Ultra Magnus, sir.”

“Prowl,” acknowledged the bigger mech with a nod of his own, voice flat. “Shall the meeting proceed?” Everyone nodded, anxiously waiting to hear the results and Magnus vented in the form of a cough to get everyone’s attention before continuing: “It was brought to my attention that Megatron had brought his armies here and attacked Iacon City.

“Casualties were high on both parties, and they are expected to rise. According to our communications officer who sent in a spy, the Decepticons are preparing for another attack that will change the future of Cybertron, perhaps for the worse. It is unknown at this point when they’re going to attack.

“Y/n, you were a part of their ranks were you not? As a Decepticon warrior?” “Yes, sir,” you said loudly and as clearly as you could. Magnus hummed as he typed away on his datapad and looked at you with piercing, judging optics as he continued: “Were or were you not aware of these plans?”

“I was not aware,” you said firmly and honestly. “How so? You were a higher ranked warrior, after all,” said Magnus pointedly. “They did not share these things with me due to my activities outside the base,” you said, hiding your annoyance with the questions. “I was not seen as important enough to be aware of their side intentions.”

The Tyrest Enforcer vented heavily as he shifted and looked at his datapad. Everyone murmured amongst each other until a hammer pounded lightly on the podium and Magnus said: “I am having a hard time believing that they would not share these things with a high-ranking officer, y/n.

“I have no further questions at this time. If there is anything you would like to tell us, I suggest now is the time to do it.” You said nothing at first, glancing at everyone that surrounded you and you finally said, “I was not a warrior for long amongst the Decepticons, and I fear they may have betrayed me this entire time.

“Before I joined them, I was simply no one from the streets. They did not see me as any more than that, even though I quickly grew in ranking. I believe that it is Starscream’s idea to get rid of me whether that was by Megatron’s orders or not. I would say that less than a year later I was found by your tactician on the streets once more.”

Mangus typed everything you said on the datapad, and Optimus spoke up for the first time, “I do not doubt your words, y/n. I believe that you have some potential to be on our side, especially if what you said about your ranking is true. I hope that this does end well for you, y/n.” You nodded respectfully and Magnus ended the meeting.

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Few hours later, you were sitting on the edge of your berth when Prowl walked into the room, door-wings stiff and he relaxed a little when he saw you. “I’m afraid,” you said softly, almost inaudibly as you looked at your servos and shook a leg anxiously. “I don’t know what they’re going to say.”

Prowl walked over to you and sat down as he said, “I have faith in the Prime, y/n. He sees something in you that no one else has, and I am sure he’s going to try to talk some sense into Magnus. I wouldn’t hope too much because he can still make the decision not to allow you to stay here.”

“You can stop him, can’t you?” you asked, feeling spark broken in the moment and Prowl went silent. “I don’t have that kind of authority,” he said at last, shifting uncomfortably. “But I will try my best.” You could only nod and he lifted your chin to look at him. His expression was between soft and stern when he rubbed a thumb over your lips.

You parted them, allowing him to enter a digit into the chasm and he allowed a small smirk at the quiet gasp you let out. Settling closer to you, he cupped your head with one servo, and reached over to gently kiss you. You responded eagerly, carefully climbing onto his lap and gripping his shoulders tightly.

He deepened the kiss, nibbling at your derma as his hands explored your frame and you moaned softly into his mouth when he pinched a line between your joints. You allowed your hands to roam his frame, tracing his headlights and he buried his face into your neck cables when your servos found his door-wing joints.

“I love you,” he said softly after breaking the kiss and pushing you down onto the berth. “I won’t let anything happen to you if I had the entire choice.” You smiled at him lovingly and pulled him down to kiss him deeply once more, this time more passionate. Heat grew through your frames, settling between your interface panels and you moaned loudly.

He broke the kiss to nibble on your neck, biting hard enough to leave a dent and you gasped at the sensation. Smirking against your neck, he continued his assault and reached down to rub a digit along your panel. You gasped sharply, vents hitching and bucked against his hand, seeking more of the friction.

You roamed your hands down his midsection and focused on tracing his elegant door-wings that trembled when you traced a digit along them, pinching the seams. “Y’n,” he moaned quietly into your audio sensor, vents hitching and panels grinding. “Don’t… stop…” Fluids leaked from your valve, dripping underneath you and you whined, “Prowl… please…”

He only smirked in response before commanding, “Open” and your panel snipped away quickly, a flood of fluid gushing out almost embarrassingly. You arched your back as far as it would go in the cool air, and he crawled so that he was settled between your legs. “Oh!” you cried out when he licked a long line from bottom to top.

“So wet for me,” he murmured appreciatively, voice rumbling against your upper thighs and sticking his tongue along the insides, lapping at your node in the meantime. Servos gripping the berth tightly, you pressed against his face and felt a tightness form within your core. Before you could stop it, you overloaded with his tongue dancing around your valve and earning a pleased grunt from your lover.

Prowl climbed back over so that he hovered over your venting frame and kissed you passionately, your charge rising once more. He tasted tangy as you realized it was your own arousal and you moaned quietly as you played with his panel. He quickly transformed them away, his spike thickening with his own arousal, and he stroked it a few times.

“Please…” you whined when he brushed the tip against your valve, wetting it with your transfluid. “I need you…” He complied willingly, pushing in with one long smooth thrust and you gasped into his mouth as your calipers rippled around his length. He offlined his optics at his spike being squeezed tightly and he rutted gently.

Without warning, he pulled out and rutted back in, bouncing you a little with the rough movement. Your mouth hung open at the feeling, drool falling out of the corners as he rutted deep within you, and you met each of his thrusts. Before long, the both of you cried in ecstasy as you overloaded.

He collapsed next to you in exhaustion and venting heavily. You curled next to him, uncaring if you were sticky and dried out. You smiled warmly when he pulled you in closer and held you tight to his chassis. The both of you were too exhausted to speak, allowing recharge to take over you as you fell into beautiful dreams about the future.

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It was a boring day for Prowl, and he decided to shut down his datapad for the day. Leaving work early was rare for the tactician as most of his days were spent in the office or meeting with his superiors. Thinking about you nearly made him want to skip a few steps on the inside but kept up his stuck-up aft persona on the outside.

Mechs nodded their respects and Red Alert handed him a report datapad before disappearing around a corner with Inferno. Prowl vented tiredly as he walked over to the door and typed in the keycode. He smiled a little, knowing you waited for him just inside the door but did not absolutely expect to find what he saw.

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You were sitting across the couchette reading a datapad with lace around your frame when Prowl walked in, and you smiled up at him. “You’re early,” you said innocently, setting the datapad down and standing up to walk over to him. He stared at you wordlessly, gulping thickly as he watched your hips sway slightly.

He fought with all his strength not to pounce on you right there and then as you said, “Something wrong?” He just eyed you from your face down to your hips and then down to your pedes as he set his own datapad down. “You’re-” he said but reset his vocal processor after it cracked. “You’re beautiful…”

You smiled wider, denta showing a little through your smile and kissed him passionately. He grunted a little as he felt his arousal spike further and he pushed you against the wall, kissing you deeper and more passionately. You moaned when he fumbled with your panel, coaxing it to open and was met with a flood of fluids once more.

“Already wet and prepared for me,” he murmured huskily into your audio sensor, grinding his panel against your valve. You gasped loudly and said, voice strained, “All wet for you…only you…” He licked at your neck cables, biting gently and lifted you into his arms. You giggled a little as he kissed at your midsection.

Unable to fight it anymore as his HUD display repeatedly sent messages to open his panel, Prowl commanded to open his interface panel and groaned in relief once his painfully hardened spike was free of its restraints. Reaching down, you gripped firmly on his spike and gave it a few firm strokes.

“Y/n!” he hissed with pleasure, planting a hand next to your helm to keep his balance and thrusting eagerly into your hand. “Don’t stop…” He buried his helm into your neck cables as you continued coaxing pre-fluid and vented erotically, wanting more than just your touches. You bucked into his digits as they entered your dripping valve and shuddered when he pulled them out.

“Prowl,” you breathed hotly as he thrusted his fingers into you once more, rubbing your node and you moaned wantonly when a surge of pleasure raced through your frame. “Stop teasing…” “You teased me first, y/n,” growled Prowl huskily into your audio sensor, licking at it lightly while holding you flush against his frame. “Wearing all that…stuff…”

He rutted against you, punctuating his words and your retort came out as a moan. “Why… you gonna punish me?” you asked mischievously, and he growled a warning. “Put your hands above your helm,” he growled, reaching down and grabbing some stasis cuffs. “Don’t move until I tell you to…”

You writhed under his grip as you did as you were told, and he grunted at the motion. Beads of energon dripped between your frames, and you vented heavily when he locked the cuffs around your waist. “Prowl!” you cried out, arching impossibly closer to him and rubbing your valve over his tip.

He kissed you deeply and roughly as he gripped his spike. Without further warning, he rutted into you and the both of you groaned at the sensation. Your calipers rippled arithmetically around his length, basking in the fullness and you rolled your hips briefly. “So tight,” he said between kissing you and nibbling your lips lightly.

He held your hands above your head as he pulled almost all the way out and snapping his hips sharply back in, jolting your entire frame against the wall. “Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, rolling your hips against his and feeling every caliper squeeze around his spike. “Oh, Prowl…yes…” His vents hitched as he grinded against your hips, pressing against your valve and pushing as deep as he could.

“I’m going to fill you up so much,” he said between rutting and grunting his pleasure. “You’re going to carry my offspring as many times as I want…” “Oh yes,” you chanted, venting heavily as you felt your overload coming and your core tightening with pleasure. “Harder… faster… just like that…”

The lewd sound of your lovemaking sounded through your quarters and hips meeting together echoed through the room. Your cries sounded out without shame, drowning out his grunts and you yelled his name out as you overloaded. “PROWL!” you cried as transfluid rushed out like a river, milking his spike and you went limp against his heated frame.

“Y/n,” he grunted as he pressed against you as far as he could go, penetrating your gestation chamber and rhythm faltering as he overloaded deep into you. You slid down the wall as his spike dropped from your valve and he turned you around so that you faced the wall. You whined briefly before rutting into you once more.

You gasped sharply as he thrusted into you, rubbing your aft in the meantime and your mouth hung open in silent words. Drool dripped onto the floor as you were pounded into like there was no tomorrow and you keened. The air was surrounded with the scent of your coupling and your EM fields danced around each other filling the other with your arousal. Fluids leaked out from your valve from your previous overload, and he pulled you up so that you were leaning against his bumper.

You gasped as you were manhandled and he helped you bounce on his lap, feeling his spike penetrate you from a completely different angle. You vented heavily, fans running hard to cool your heated frame as you warned him breathlessly, “I’m close…oh…” “Overload for me, y/n,” he responded with a throaty growl, and you cried out as you overloaded once more.

He followed soon after, hips flush with your aft and groaned at the feeling of your valve rippling around his spike. You’d felt a brief pressure in your core before it was gone, and you vented with satisfaction. You both vented heavily, trying to cool your frames off and he slid out with ease. Neither of you said anything for a while, laying on the floor as you regained your strength.

“Are you okay?” Prowl asked after a long moment, looking at you from his spot on the floor. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You laughed softly at that, shutting your panel so that none of the fluids could leak out and you just shook your head. “No,” you finally said with a smile. “That was amazing.”

He smiled in return as he slowly sat up and said, “We should get cleaned up. And then refuel. We both have had a rough week.” You agreed as he helped you to your pedes and he took you to the washracks as you talked about your week. You were hopeful that it worked and were lost in your thoughts as he cleaned you off.

Chapter Text

Two weeks later, you woke up and ran to the washracks. You’d been purging for the past week, and you thought nothing of it. Not at first. But it became more common as the days came and you denied a visit to Ratchet’s medical ward when Prowl offered to take you in. You were exhausted and called Prowl to come and take you to the medical ward.

He was there faster than you imagined him being, and he carried you to the medical ward. “Prowl, I am sure I can walk,” you laughed through your churning tanks, and you threatened to purge again. “Shh, it’ll be okay,” he said softly, glaring at anyone who stood in the way and barked sharp commands at them.

Ratchet was checking Sideswipe’s injuries when the two of you walked into the medical ward and he was immediately by your side after dismissing the red frontliner. “What’s going on this time?” he asked grumpily, grabbing his scanners. “She’s been purging for the past week almost nonstop, especially in the morning,” said Prowl before you could answer.

The medic vented softly, scanning over your frame and he hummed with confusion. “Nothing appears out of- wait,” he said, rescanning your frame and nearly dropping it when it beeped noisily. “Is something wrong that we should be concerned about?” asked Prowl, optic ridge furrowing in concern.

Ratchet was quiet for a long moment and then he said, “She’s not dying, if that makes you feel better, Commander. Quite the opposite, actually.” He turned to face you and Prowl as a faint smile formed across his face. “Ratch?” you asked, worried. “What’s wrong with me?” “Nothing bad,” said the medic with a full grin. “Congratulations. You’re sparked.”

You looked at him in shock, unable to say anything and Prowl looked like he was about to crash. “I’m what?” you asked, making sure your audio sensors were working. “You’re carrying, y/n,” repeated Ratchet with a smile. “Primus, Prowl,” you cried in excitement, turning and hugging him tightly. “It worked!”

“You mean to tell me that you were meaning to have a family?” asked Ratchet, putting his stuff away. “It’s something I have always wanted,” you answered as tears fell from your optics. Prowl cleared his intake and said, “I will alert Bluestreak to meet us in the mess hall.” You nodded and Prowl did as he said.

You could tell that the younger mech was concerned by the way Prowl was talking and Ratchet just shrugged. You hopped down from the berth after Ratchet gave you information about sparklings and walked with Prowl to the mess hall. The tactician was silent, and you were concerned about him.

“Are you alright?” you asked him, stopping and taking a hand in yours. He vented softly as he looked at the wall beside him and said, “You know that I love you, y/n?” You creased an optic ridge as you said, “Of course I know that. I love you too. What are you on about?” He looked at you with an unknown expression and he said: “I am happy that I succeeded in giving you another life that we can raise together but this is not a good time to be raising a sparkling. The Decepticons know about your coupling with me, and probably will find out you’re carrying my offspring if they haven’t already, y/n. I am afraid they will kill you and our sparkling.

“I won’t let that happen. Not while I am here. I will fight to protect you until my life is drained from my very frame and if I don’t make it in a fight, know that I died protecting you and that life you’re carrying. Do you understand me, y/n? I’m serious. I want you to raise our femme or mech knowing that their sire died saving them and you.”

You had tears in your optics, and he rubbed them gently with his thumb, looking deep into your optics with a love deeper than you’d ever known. He reached over and gently kissed your lips, deepening it as a meaning. He broke the kiss with a soft smile and his normally stoic expression returned by the time you reached the mess hall.

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Bluestreak was laughing with Sideswipe and Hound when the two of you walked into the mess hall. He smiled widely when he noticed you and walked over to you with a spring in his step, door-wings fluttering excitedly. “You had something to tell me?” he asked excitedly, sitting down with a cube of engex in his hand.

“Are you sober enough for us to tell you, Bluestreak?” asked Prowl curtly, motioning to his glass. “Aw c’mon, Prowl,” whined Bluestreak playfully as he looked at his half empty cube. “I’ve only had two glasses. What did you need to tell me?” Prowl vented heavily as he sat back in his chair and said:

“Y/n and I have been trying for a sparkling for a while now. Today we got some good news when y/n woke up purging.” Bluestreak’s optics widened in anticipation, and he said, “No way…you’re not…” “I’m carrying, Blue,” you said with excitement and the young mech squealed with excitement as he hugged you.

“When are you due?” he asked, practically bouncing on his pedes. “Ratchet told me that it should be about twelve months’ time,” you answered with a smile and took Prowl’s hand in yours. “I want to be present when it arrives,” said Bluestreak eagerly as he watched Sideswipe, who was talking with Hound and Mirage.

“You’re not watching the emergence,” said Prowl sternly, fixing his brother with a firm expression. Bluestreak made a gagging motion and you laughed at the exaggerated motion. “You will be there for your family after the sparkling arrives,” you said reassuringly. “I am sure of it.”

“If you don’t mind, I am going to go back with my friends,” said Bluestreak as his door-wings flared above him indignantly and the both of you nodded for him to go back. Prowl vented heavily and said, “We must return to our quarters. You need to rest, and I will finish the small stack of datapads there instead of my office.” Knowing Prowl was not one for socializing, you nodded and the both of you walked out of the mess hall, waving your farewells to everyone there.

Deciding to lay down after reaching your quarters, you kissed him briefly before heading to the berthroom. It was a long day, and more of those were about to come in the near future. You worried about the safety of your sparkling, and what would happen if Megatron found out you were carrying the Autobot commander’s offspring.

Pushing the thoughts out of your head and lying on the berth, you offlined your optics. You were nearly recharging when Prowl came in to check on you and to cover you up with the blankets, making sure you were comfortable. Hearing him tell you that he loved you was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to recharge.

Chapter Text

Prowl was sitting in his office when Optimus pinged the door and he said curtly, “Enter.” He didn’t look up when Optimus walked in and the Prime sat down on a nearby chair. “I take it that the reports are coming along,” he said in a smooth rumbling voice. “Indeed, Prime,” said Prowl, looking up at him then. “Is there something you needed?”

Optimus shifted a little and said, “It was brought to my attention that y/n is carrying a newspark.” “Sir?” Prowl looked up at him with a strange expression. “She’s carrying, is she not?” asked Optimus firmly, folding his servos neatly on his lap. “Indeed, sir. A few days now,” confirmed Prowl with suspicion.

“Do you know how dangerous this is to raise a newspark in a war?” lectured Optimus gently. “I’m perfectly aware of the risks, sir,” said Prowl calmly, setting his datapad down. “Prowl. I am telling you for the safety of your sparkling,” said Optimus gently, not wanting to upset his commander any further.

“I can protect her, Prime,” said Prowl curtly, shaking his head dismissively. “By staying here, you are endangering your bondmate and the sparkling,” said Optimus pointedly. “I’m suggesting you take them somewhere safe, and far from Cybertron.” Prowl shook his head with disbelief, “I can’t do that.”

“You can if I ordered you to do it, Prowl,” vented Optimus heavily, tired of his commander’s stubbornness. “If this was a safer world, I would not be telling you this.” “Fine,” said Prowl angrily, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. “When do we leave?” Optimus smiled a little and said:

“As soon as you can, my old friend. We will surely miss you, but this is not for us. If you want your bondmate to be safe and to raise your sparkling, then you have no other choice, Prowl. I would tell her about this and take a group of Autobots to this planet here” - he pulled up a hologram of Earth- “This world will be safe and far from any Decepticons.”

Prowl took in the information that was sent to him and Optimus nodded. Before he left, he looked at Prowl and said, “I have given you the rest of this week off to prepare for the journey. I will assist in getting you the group of Autobots that will be going with you.” Prowl nodded and the Prime left gracefully.

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You were sitting on the edge of your berth when Prowl walked in, looking less than pleased and he said, “We have to talk, y/n.” “Something wrong?” you asked, standing up quickly and were concerned. Prowl wasn’t normally like this, and you were worried that he was going to tell you a war was coming.

He opened his mouth as if to say something and shut it again. Resetting his vocal processor, he said, “Prime ordered me to take you off world so that you can deliver our sparkling. I was not given a choice in the matter, y/n. He told me that it was the safest if we were going to have this sparkling safely.” You sat down on the comfortable berth and vented heavily, clearly not impressed with the idea either. “I don’t want to leave,” you said softly, grabbing his arms gently and looking at him pleadingly.

“We have only a few days,” said Prowl apologetically. “I am sorry, y/n.” You sobbed at that, not wanting to leave the only planet you’d known as home, and you worried that you wouldn’t see anyone else for a long time. Prowl vented quietly, expecting you to do this and he took your hands in his soothingly.

“Who will be coming with us?” you asked quietly, voice cracking with static and watching him rub your knuckles. “I’m only assuming Bluestreak and Jazz will want to come,” said Prowl with a shrug. “I am not sure, however, who Prime is going to ask.” You nodded, saying nothing else and went to start getting things ready.

“Ratchet will most likely come when the emergence date approaches,” Prowl continued, watching you move anxiously around the room. You looked at him briefly but continued to move around and your anxiety only spiked. Prowl seemed to sense this and walked over to you only to put his arms around you.

“I’m scared,” you admitted softly, burying your face into his bumper and feeling his engine thrum softly. “I don’t know what will be waiting for us there.” He shifted slightly and tightened his grip around your shoulders. It was something he only did for you, and you smiled every time he showed any kind of affection towards you.

The normally stoic, cold-sparked mech was softer than you imagined, yet he kept his reputation up towards other mechs around the base and you felt treasured. His engine thrummed soothingly, calming you down instantly and you vented heavily, burying your face deeper into his plates.

“It’ll be alright,” he said softly, only for you to hear even though you were the only ones in the room. “I will protect you with everything I have.” You smiled up at him then, and he pulled you away enough to gently kiss your lips. You deepened it, moaning softly as your mouths danced for domination and he pulled away.

“Let’s get ready,” you said softly, turning out of his grasp and cleaning your weapons. Prowl sat next to you and said: “Whatever happens, I will make sure that our sparkling has the best life. Whether that’s on earth or here on Cybertron, he or she will have the best life. Full of love, and carelessness.

“He or she will become a great Cybertronian because they have the best creators.” You laughed a little at that and said fondly, “You sound so sure of yourself, sweetspark.” He just gave you a strange look and you laughed at that. “That is the first time you have called me that,” he said fondly, and you smiled.

“So? It just makes it that much sweeter,” you said with a shrug. He scoffed and walked out of the berthroom only to exclaim in surprise. “Bluestreak?!” he asked, door-wings shooting upwards protectively and you walked out to see what the commotion was about. “What are you doing here without alerting us?”

“Prime told us the news,” the young mech said solemnly. “We aren’t really leaving here, are we?” You vented softly and walked over to him. “We have no choice,” you said soothingly. “It’s also not up to us entirely. Prime is only concerned about the new life we’d created, Blue.” His shoulders and door-wings drooped defeatedly.

“Bluestreak.” Prowl’s voice was firm, making the younger mech look up at him and lift his door-wings slightly. “I understand that this is too much for you to understand,” Prowl continued, sitting down. “But this is absolutely necessary-” “For the sparkling,” Bluestreak countered sharply. “I know.”

“Why don’t you go and get prepared to leave,” you suggested kindly, putting a servo on his shoulder. “It’ll be okay; I promise.” Bluestreak nodded before glaring at his brother and left the two of you to chat. Prowl vented heavily and said, “I don’t know what I am going to do with him some days.”

“He’s young yet, Prowl,” you said, using his real designation and turning to face him. “You would know that it is harder on him more than I would.” Prowl scoffed a little once more, crossing his arms and you said nothing more, instead choosing to finish preparing for your journey to an unknown planet.

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A long week passed by, and you were walking with Prowl to your designated ship when Optimus approached you. “Prowl, y/n,” he said respectfully, optics twinkling with kindness. “I trust that your journey will be safe. I have cleared a passage with the inhabitants of Earth for you to land safely.”

You only nodded, rubbing your chest plates and Prowl inclined his head respectfully. Jazz walked over to the both of you and said: “The ship is ready fer boardin’ when yer ready.” Prowl nodded and took your servo in his own. One by one, each of the Autobots said their farewells, and you thanked them before walking onto the ship.

Prowl turned to face them one last time and Optimus said: “Farewell, my old friend. Good luck out there, Prowl.” Prowl inclined his head, nodding once before walking onto the ship and Jazz fired the engines up. “Ya ‘right, Prowler?” asked the TiC, looking at him through a corner of his visor.

“I don’t want to have to leave just for her emergence,” said Prowl curtly, folding his arms as he sat back against the co-captain’s chair. “It’s not what I planned when I found out she was sparked.” Jazz nodded knowingly and said nothing, focusing on flipping switches to get them flying.

The engines came to life one at a time, flames roaring from the back and the ship slowly lifted from the ground. Jazz looked at Prowl once before shifting the ship into the air and you came to stand between the two, squeezing Prowl’s shoulder gently. He looked up at you and offered a small smile, not wanting to break his posture as an enforcer and as a commander.

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The planet was beautiful with white clouds and the bluest colored skies you’d ever laid optics on. Prowl vented heavily as he stepped off the ship and came to stand by you. “No one knows we are here,” he said soothingly before barking orders at the others. “Hey, Prowler, don’ be such an aft,” said Jazz from across the grassy field.

Prowl glared at him, armor ruffling slightly, and you said, “Don’t. Fighting isn’t what we came here for.” The commander drew a long, heavy vent and tried to relax. He shook his head as he sat on a rock and rubbed his helm. “Don’ tell meh yer gonna crash,” said Jazz lightheartedly as he joined you and grinned widely.

“Don’t you have stuff to do, Jazz?” asked Prowl coldly, shifting as if he was going to stand up. “Gee, mech,” said Jazz, throwing his servos in the air as he backed off. “Yer damn’ protocols ‘re already kickin’ in.” He laughed a little as he walked away and you said, “That wasn’t necessary, Prowl.”

“No?” said Prowl calmly, turning to face you. “How else do you expect me to react when there’s potential threats all around us?” “They’re our friends,” you reasoned, putting your hands on his arms. “Jazz didn’t mean anything by what he said. You should know that more than anyone around here. He’s your friend, after all.” Leaving it at that, you walked away with a flirtatious sway of your hips and joined the others in setting up the temporary base.

Prowl vented heavily, shaking his head and joined you with setting up the base. “Sideswipe, I want you and Jazz to stay on the outside monitoring for any danger,” he barked curtly, motioning for them to get in position. “Bluestreak, you’re going to remain here.” “But Prowl-” the younger mech began to protest.

“Those are orders, Bluestreak,” snapped Prowl as he turned to face him. “Regardless of whether you are my brother or not.” Bluestreak glared at his brother but remained where he was and sulked in the corner. “Prowl,” you said sternly. “Enough of that. Your protocols are clouding your judgment.”

He looked at you with an unreadable expression before saying, “Fine. If that’s what you want, y/n.” You huffed through your vents and Bluestreak eyed his brother warily as Prowl walked away to read his datapad he brought with him. You vented quietly as you rubbed your chest plates and Bluestreak walked over to you.

“I’m sorry for the way my brother is acting,” the young mech said softly, inclining his head solemnly. “He’s been acting weird for the past week.” “It’s his creator protocols,” you explained with a laugh. “He’s the sire, Bluestreak, and after the sparkling begins to develop, so do the protocols.”

Bluestreak looked interested, and he asked: “How long does it take for a sparkling to develop? I mean, it was about two weeks after you and my brother…you know…” “Bluestreak!” you chided with embarrassment. “That’s none of your business, but I will tell you that it takes about that time for a signature to develop.”

“Huh,” said Bluestreak, clearly thinking about how it would work. “I can’t wait to see the newspark though. Because I have so many things that I want to show him or her when they arrive.” “You have some time before that happens,” you said with a smile. “But I am glad that you’re excited.”

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Prowl was sitting on a chair in his makeshift office when Jazz walked in and sat down across from him. “So, ah heard tha’ ya were a little bit of an aft earlier,” the TiC said casually, looking at him through his visor. “Ah don’ kno’ how ya expect everyone ta get along with ya being like this.” Prowl ruffled his armor and shifted in his chair.

“Don’t you have things you should be doing?” asked Prowl coldly, folding his hands over his lap. “Bugging me-” “Cut the slag, Prowler,” interrupted Jazz, visor flashing with seriousness. “Yer makin’ excuses fer yer actions isn’ gonna make this trip ta earth pleasant fer any of us ‘ere, Prowler.” “You are not the one that has a sparkling developing,” said Prowl curtly, standing up to pace around and flared his door-wings protectively. “You are not the sparkling’s sire, Jazz.” “Ah kno’ tha’, Prowler,” said Jazz, standing up and jabbing a digit into his friend’s chassis. “But ya don’ have ta treat everyone like they ain’ important.”

“Don’t touch me like that again,” snarled Prowl angrily, gripping Jazz’s servo and squeezing it warningly. “Ya don’ want ta fight meh, Prowler,” said Jazz, ripping his servo out of Prowl’s grasp and rubbing his wrist. “That’s the last thing ya want ta do.” Prowl’s engine revved angrily as a low growl came out of his intake and Jazz just put his servos on his hips.

“Get out,” snarled Prowl as he looked at the ground and sent warnings through his EM field. “No,” said Jazz, standing firmly in place. “Yer gonna stop bein’ an aft, an’ yer gonna start treatin’ other mechs with some respect. An’ yer sparkmate, too.” “You are in no position telling me what to do,” said Prowl, walking over to him and motioning for him to leave.

“Sorry, mech, but ah’m in as much command as you are,” said Jazz with a laugh. “An’ yer not intimidating to meh nor anyone else ‘round here.” He left then, and Prowl threw a few datapads across the room. He vented heavily, balling his servos into fists and sat down to think, leaving everything a mess.

Things were going to be much worse as the sparkling develops, and Prowl regretted how much worse was going to get. Picking up the now broken datapads and storing them in his subspace, he decided to lock up the office for the night before joining you in berth.

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The days went on, and you quickly began to feel discomfort in your chest. It was not painfully uncomfortable and Bluestreak was constantly asking if you were okay. You were helping Prowl with some heavy lifting when you stopped to rub at your chest plates more insistently and sat down on a nearby rock.

He dropped whatever he was holding and was at your side before you could tell him that you were okay. “Maybe I should contact Ratchet,” he said, leaving no room for argument and stood up to contact said medic. You vented slowly, trying to slow your venting and Prowl was immediately back by your side.

“He suggested that we spark merge,” he said before you could ask and at your expression he continued, “It permanently bonds us but it is for the health of our sparkling.” You nodded after a long moment, and he barked orders at the surrounding mechs to leave you alone. “I’m nervous,” you said softly, locking your gaze with his.

“It won’t hurt, y/n,” he said as he reached in to gently kiss your lips, wrapping his arms around your midsection. You moaned quietly, deepening the kiss and began exploring his frame with your servos, stopping to pinch at the transformation seams under his door-wings. You grinned into his mouth at his jolt, knowing well he liked that spot.

He pushed you so that you were lying flat on your back and he hovered over you, never breaking the kiss. Mouths danced for dominance as servos roamed rapidly heating frames and fans running hot. You gasped when he broke the kiss to bite at your throat cables and along your neck between your shoulder.

Charge ran through your frame, crackling like lightning and you moaned loudly, drowned out by the sounds of your fans running. “Prowl,” you moaned softly when he reached down and rubbed your warm panel, tracing along the edge. You bucked into his servo, wanting more of that touch and you whimpered wantonly.

You traced his headlights, sending shivers through his frame and stroked his own panel, albeit a little more firmly. He grunted a little, biting down at your neck and your panel opened without hesitation. “Wet for me already,” he said with a grin before entering a digit and you cried out, unashamed.

“Prowl!” you cried wantonly, arching your back as far as it would allow and grinding down into his servo. “Oh…please…” You begged as you writhed underneath him and he entered a second digit, making you gasp out loud. He thrusted his fingers as deep as they would allow, feeling your calipers squeeze them and trying to pull them in. “Y/n,” he said in a husky growl, looking up at you with hungry optics.

“Please,” you moaned, touching your node and rubbing along it when he stopped to look at you. “Prowl…please…” He complied with your begging and retracted his interface panel. You looked at him like a hungry beast as you watched him stroke his spike a few times before reaching over you to gently kiss your lips. “Are you sure you’re ready to make this step, y/n?” he asked softly, tracing your frame as if mapping you out and you nodded, too lost in pleasure to form coherent words. He smiled a little before lining himself up once he was sure you were ready and grounded himself deep inside your valve, groaning at the tightness.

You vented heavily at the sensation, writhing a little to get comfortable and he planted his servos on either side of your frame. “You…nnh…need to move,” you vented heavily, reaching up to kiss him and he met you halfway, tongue seeking entrance. You allowed him to explore your mouth, licking along the inside and pulled out before slamming back into you once more.

Keening, you arched against his frame, and he pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. He deepened the kiss before breaking it and watching where you were connected. Fluids gushed out of your valve like a dam that was opened, and cries flowed from your mouth, uncaring if anyone nearby heard you or not.

“Y/n.” Prowl’s voice was strained, hitching with each rut into your valve and he placed servos under his own. “So good…Taking me so well…” “Yes, oh…faster,” you gasped, bucking up to meet his ruts and lolling your helm to the side. Your EM fields collided with each other, sending waves of pleasure between the two of you and he quickened his pace, scooting you against the ground.

“YES!” you cried as he bounced you slightly, grunting each time your pelvises met. “I’m so close…yes…faster…make me yours…” “Mine,” he parroted into your audio sensor, squeezing your servos under his own in warning and he opened his chest plates. You stared in awe at the sight of his spark, the very living mechanism that was your lover and soon to be spark mate.

It was short lived as overload took over, optics whiting out as your chest plates transformed and Prowl stared at your spark. He was lost in the sight when you came to, and looked up at you when you made a noise. Your spark reached out for his, and he continued to rut into you as he reached to kiss you deeply.

“I love you,” you said into the kiss, rubbing your chest plates against his and crying out when his spark reacted to yours. A sensation stronger than you imagined developed between you and you began to feel everything he ever felt or thought. “Y/n!” he cried out as he overloaded deep into your valve and collapsed on top of you.

It seemed like hours passed since you both overloaded when he finally shifted and looked at you, optics softer than you ever saw them. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, inspecting your frame and you looked at him through hazy optics. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” “No,” you croaked, finally finding your voice. “That was amazing…”

He laughed a little at that, a beautiful sound and sat upright as he pulled out a washcloth. “We better get that stuff off,” he said, motioning towards your valve and going to work. You squirmed a little at the feeling, still feeling a little charged up and he looked up at you. “What?” you asked innocently, smirking. “You’re still charged up, aren’t you?” he asked, sending a wave of his own arousal through your bond. You smiled at him before sitting up and assisting him with the cleanup.

You felt more at peace than you felt before, and you hoped that it would last forever as long as the two of you remained together. The Decepticons were the last thing on your mind as you spent some time with your bondmate and Prowl vented softly, putting a hand on your chest lovingly.

“Everything will be alright,” he said firmly, looking up at you slowly from your chest and locking gazes. “I will make sure that our mech or femme are born in the safety of our people.” You smiled warmly at him and said, “I know you will.” With that, the two of you called everyone in for refueling and talked away the rest of the night.

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Things on Cybertron were getting worse, and the battles more intense. More friends were dying by the day and Optimus vented solemnly when he was told by scouts that the numbers were only rising. He looked up when a knock sounded on his office door and Ultra Magnus stepped in, nodding respectfully as he did.

The two were close, having known each other for many years before the war and respected one another almost on a brotherly level. Optimus smiled a little, optics twinkling at the corners as he said, “Ultra Magnus. What can I do for you?” “You have been hiding in here for the past few hours,” the Tyrest Enforcer said as he walked over to him and sat down.

“Indeed,” said Optimus with a tired vent. “The war is draining all of us. I fear the worst, Ultra Magnus.” “Fear of what, Prime?” asked Ultra Magnus curiously, lifting an optic ridge. “The Decepticons are powerful,” said Optimus as he folded his hands over his desk and leaned forwards. “We might not have a chance against them.”

Ultra Magnus vented heavily and pulled a datapad out of his subspace. “The energon levels are dropping the longer this goes on,” the Enforcer said grimly, sitting back in his chair as Optimus inspected the datapad. “I fear that we must abandon the planet, Prime, whether you object to that or not.”

Optimus looked up at him and said: “It’s not that I am afraid of abandoning the planet, Ultra Magnus. It is that my SiC has a sparkling arriving in the next few months, and I am afraid the Decepticons will just end up following us.” Magnus raised an optic ridge at the news and said, “A sparkling, Prime? I thought they were no longer existing…”

“Apparently they are,” said Optimus with a knowing smile. “It’s dangerous, Prime,” reminded the Enforcer, venting heavily and locking gazes with him. “Where is your SiC and his mate at right now?” “I sent them here,” said Optimus, leaning forward and pulling up a hologram of Earth. “I made sure there would be no hostility when they arrived.”

Ultra Magnus nodded, satisfied with the answer and Optimus continued: “The Ark will be fueled and ready for takeoff in case the Decepticons overpower us. I want you to lead the Autobots on board the ship, and I will meet you there. Megatron must not know our plans, Ultra Magnus. It is of utmost importance that he does not know of the sparkling’s existence.”

The enforcer nodded understandingly and stood up to leave. Before he left, he turned towards Prime and opened his mouth to say something but closed it again. Optimus raised an optic ridge and Magnus finally found his voice to say: “What are they expecting? I suppose congratulations are in order.”

Optimus smiled widely under his mask then, and shifted so he was more comfortable. “I do not know,” he said honestly. “They are keeping all knowledge about the sparkling secret.” “A wise decision,” said Magnus as he headed towards the door. “I pray to Primus that their sparkling emerges safely.” “This is Prowl we’re talking about, after all,” said Optimus with a respectful nod. “He will protect that sparkling with every lifeline he has in him.” “No doubt about that,” said Magnus before leaving the office, shutting the door gently behind him and Optimus vented softly, secretly hoping that you and Prowl were safe.

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“Megatron: Laserbeak reports,” intoned Soundwave as he walked into a large room filled with windows and the warlord turned towards him. “Go ahead, Soundwave,” he said with a nod and the TiC played a recording. Megatron looked rather pleased with the report, and he said: “A sparkling, now?

“That is not what I expected from dear y/n. I thought she would have known better. I suppose a visit to earth is needed. Soundwave, send the order to send a group of Decepticons to the planet Earth. Tell them to wait until the emergence of the sparkling, and then kidnap it as soon as their creators are not aware. Leave none alive once the sparkling arrives.”

“Understood, Lord Megatron,” said Soundwave as he turned on his heel. Starscream huffed through his vents with annoyance and said, “Why waste precious time, Lord Megatron? It would be easier just to snuff the sparkling when it is still with its carrier.” “You are an idiot, Starscream,” said Megatron, turning towards him. “It would be wise for you to never question me again.”

Starscream shut his mouth, scowling at Megatron and the warlord ignored him, used to the trine leader’s antics. It would not be long, now, before the sparkling would emerge and their numbers growing once again. Megatron smirked at that, feeling a dark excitement growing through his frame and crossed his arms as he was left to his thoughts.

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You paced around restlessly as a growing unease developed and Prowl looked up at you from his spot on the berth. “Y/n, you’ve been pacing around for the past hour now,” he said, concerned. “What is wrong?” “I have this bad feeling that things aren’t well on Cybertron,” you said softly, hugging your chest tighter.

Prowl vented softly as he set his datapad down and approached you. “Things are fine, I’m sure,” he said soothingly, pulling you into his embrace and replacing your servos with his own. “I have-” His thought was broken when the ship rocked with a sudden explosion, and he released you from his grasp.

“Prowl?” you asked warily, looking for him and found him pulling out Jazz and Bluestreak from some rubble. “Oh no! Blue…” You immediately ran over to the unconscious mech and checked for any life signs. Prowl continued digging into the pile of scrap that was once a part of your ship and pulled Sideswipe out.

Sideswipe was up and by your side as soon as he saw Bluestreak’s frame on the ground, energon welling up in his optics. “He’s not…you know,” he said, allowing the tears to stream down his face and you looked at him helplessly. Prowl walked over to the two of you and knelt by his brother.

“He’s seriously hurt,” he said solemnly. “I need to contact Ratchet and Prime. They need to come here and help us.” You nodded understandingly as Sideswipe allowed himself to cry and you rubbed his shoulder soothingly. Prowl looked at the three of you with sympathy before turning to head back to the cockpit and contacted Optimus.

Sideswipe laid down beside Bluestreak and laid his helm on his bumper, hoping to hear his spark thrum. You felt your spark sink at the sight and let the red frontliner to recharge next to him as you watched over them. It was going to be alright, you thought to yourself. At least, you hoped so.

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You paced restlessly among the cliffs you were sent to patrol waiting for the ship to arrive from Cybertron and you worried about everyone at the base. Ratchet and the others were coming, and you were hopeful. The only thing you worried the most about were the Decepticons finding out about them arriving here.

It wasn’t long before you heard the familiar roar of Cybertronian engines slowing the ship down and you looked up to see the ship making a landing. You commed Prowl telling him that the ship had landed safely, and you transformed, flying down to see them. It was now beginning to look up, though you knew the war was not yet over.

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Ratchet was the first to exit the rather large transport ship and said gruffly, “Where are they being held?” “In the medical ward we’d set up,” you said as you motioned him over to the right side of the ship. Prowl was sitting next to Sideswipe and Bluestreak when Ratchet rushed in with his fellow medics.

He looked up at Ratchet and he said, “He’s pretty hurt, doc. I am not sure what you can do for him.” “You’ve kept him alive this long,” said Ratchet, looking impressed. “We can handle it from here, Prowl. You need to be with y/n, too.” Prowl didn’t argue with that, standing up and leaving with Sideswipe following behind.

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You were standing outside the ship with your arms crossed when Prowl approached you and wrapped his arms around your midsection. Turning to face him, you said, “How are they doing?” “Ratchet is getting Blue into immediate care,” said Prowl, voice softer than you normally hear from the SiC.

Nodding, you buried your face into his shoulder and vented nervously, frame trembling with worry. He held you tighter and you said, “The whole crew came to earth…what about the Decepticons coming to earth? They could find out about our hidden base…and…and…” Prowl hushed you with a digit and vented calmly, hoping you would relax a little.

“Then we have the whole crew here to protect you,” he said soothingly, gripping the sides of your helm so that you could look at him in the optics. “No one here is going to let harm get to you, even if they offline doing it. Do you understand me? I won’t let harm come to you, and neither will Prime.”

You nodded as best as you could with his firm, but loving grip and he reached down to gently kiss you. You returned the kiss eagerly, filling it with passion and worry as he pushed you back against the hull of the ship. Prowl’s hands roamed your frame eagerly, pinching at transformation seams and you said, “Please…”

Without hesitation, Prowl lifted you into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist with a mischievous smirk. He played with your rapidly growing panel, and it snapped open without hesitation, making him groan in pleasure. You felt transfluid rush out like a river from a dam and you keened, arching into him.

He wasted no time stroking his spike a few times and lining it up with your valve. “Please…” you moaned once more, rubbing against the tip and he slid home, grunting at the feeling of your valve clenching tightly around his length. You arched as tightly against his hips, trying to pull him in deeper, keening and gasped loudly.

“Y/n,” growled Prowl hotly into your audio sensor, pinning your hands under his against the ship and setting a rhythm. You vented heavily with each thrust, hips clanking together with abandon and beads of energon dripped from your frames. He continued to kiss and bit along your neck cables.

“Prowl…please…” you vented heavily, kissing him sloppily as you slowly lost yourself in the pleasure and began to roll your hips to meet each of his ruts. “I’m close…yess…. please…” He shifted you so that he could thrust deeper into your gestation chamber, and you cried out your overload as he continued to thrust into you.

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Ultra Magnus walked along the side of the ship as he checked for any damages and nearly fell head over pedes when he saw the position you were in. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, not wanting to interrupt the moment until he finally coughed. You onlined your optics and said, “Ultra Magnus, sir?! Prowl…”

“Y/n,” greeted the Tyrest enforcer formally, hiding the embarrassment in his tone as he gulped thickly. “I did not expect to find you engaged in…activities, y/n.” Prowl buried his face into your shoulder and slowly put you back on your pedes, sliding out immediately. You gulped thickly as energon rushed to color your face.

Prowl turned around as he said, “Ultra Magnus, sir. I wasn’t aware you were out here. Forgive us.” The Tyrest enforcer raised an optic ridge and said, “It is my duty to make sure nothing went wrong during our journey to earth. However, I did not expect you and y/n to be rutting like turborabbits.”

“It won’t happen again,” said Prowl with promise, bowing his head in apology. “Make sure that it doesn’t,” said Ultra Magnus without argument. “The next time you have needs, be sure that it is somewhere more…private. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” said Prowl as he took your hand and walked away silently.

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You sat on the berth in your quarters as you vented tiredly and Prowl walked over to you, shutting the door behind him. He vented softly at the exhausted expression on your faceplates and sat down on his side of the berth, spreading his elegant door-wings. You looked at him with dim optics and said:

“We didn’t get into too much trouble, did we? He seemed pretty upset earlier.” “No, not this time,” said Prowl softly, reaching over and kissing your lips gently. “He let us go this once, but threatened to demote us for a while until we can keep our desires in place.” You nodded, thankful for the small mercy and laid on your back.

“We should get some rest,” you said softly, tugging on his arm gently and he laid next to you willingly. He commanded the lights to turn out and the both of you talked until you felt recharge taking over your frames.

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You were sitting on the edge of your berth, resting from a day’s worth of work when you gasped suddenly, grasping at your chest plates and you sat forward. A strange floating feeling flowed through your EM field, and you smiled a little at the strange but not unwelcome sensation. Prowl must’ve felt your confusion and fright as he sent, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Prowl…I think I felt the sparkling’s signature,” you said, half laughing and half in fright. “It can sense me, too, I think.” As if to answer your question, the sensation returned, and you smiled at that. “I am coming,” reassured Prowl from the other end of your bond and before long, he was standing next to you.

You looked up at him and said, “The sparkling is talking to us, Prowl. I…I can’t believe it. I’ve never felt something like this before.” Prowl sat down next to you and put a servo on your chest, smiling a little. “It’s about time,” he said quietly, as if he was processing the feeling himself. “We should tell Ratchet about this.”

“Only if Bluestreak was coherent enough to know about this,” you said mournfully, looking at the edge of your nightstand and grabbing a picture of the three of you. “He should be here, Prowl.” “Y/n,” vented Prowl softly, lifting your chin to look at him. “He will be here when the sparkling emerges.”

You felt a single tear fall from your optic and felt Prowl wiping it with a digit. He didn’t say anything as he laid you down, crawling on top of you and kissed your lips gently, savoring the taste of your engex that you half drank. “Prowl…” you moaned softly, gazing up into his lust filled optics and reaching up to rub his door-wings.

He only grinned a little as he continued his assault on your neck cables and licking at the dents he made as he trailed a line down your midsection to kiss the spot your sparkling laid safely. Your vents hitched at the sensations, back arching against him as you panted a little and gripped his waist firmly.

“Y/n,” he said breathily into your audio sensor, licking at it briefly and rubbing at your valve cover, teasing it with pinches. You groaned wantonly as you grinded down on his servo, wanting more attention. He grabbed your hand gently and led it to his spike, asking silently for the attention he desperately wanted.

Your EM fields mixed with dancing happiness between the two of you and your sparkling. “Prowl…please,” you whined, unabashed. “I need you…” Releasing his grip around your servo, Prowl crawled between your already parted legs, exposing your closed valve panel and licked a firm line around the outside, humming in enjoyment at the taste.

“PROWL!” you cried at the feeling, arching sharply against him and faintly hearing the sound of your panel opening without hesitation. “OH! Please…yes…” He indulged your needs and sucked on your node while he inserted a digit. “So tight,” he moaned softly, breath tickling your heated valve and inhaling your arousal with hungry optics. “Don’t stop,” you vented heavily, writhing uncomfortably underneath the frame that was your mate and he complied easily, climbing over you once more. “Tell me what you want,” he said huskily, nipping at your neck cables and pinching transformation seams. “Tell me how much you want me…”

“Please…I need your spike,” you begged, squirming uncomfortably. “Please…” He smirked as he entered a digit which was shortly followed by a second and third, beginning to thrust them into your rapidly growing slick valve. Fans ran high, trying to cool your heated frames as he reached down and kissed you deeply, pinning your servos above your head with his free servo.

He hummed in concentration while he focused on thrusting his digits into your valve and curling them into your cluster of oversensitive sensors, causing you to mewl loudly. You bucked your hips as best as you could in your position and said, panting heavily, “Prowl…I’m so close…” He smirked and bit on your neck, sending you into a powerful wave of electrical charge.

You moaned loudly and wantonly as you rode out your overload, frame writhing like a snake attacking its prey. Prowl withdrew his digits, pressing them to your lips before watching you suck on them and he smiled ruthlessly, stroking his spike along the length in the meantime. “Y/n…” he moaned softly as he lined his spike up with your valve and thrusted in with a smooth motion.

“Prowl…” you mewled, legs stretching and digits grasping the blankets on either side as you adjusted to the feeling. “Oh yess…Prowl…please…” “So tight for my spike, y/n,” grunted Prowl as he pulled out and rutted back inside, feeling your calipers squeeze greedily around his length with each thrust.

He thrusted deep and hard, grinding your panels together, creating sparks each time. You bounced slightly with the ruts, panting orally and he kissed the drool threatening to slip out of your mouth, licking the inside of it as he did. “So perfect for me,” he said between ruts, venting erratically as he watched where you were connected.

“Don’t stop…yessss…oh Prowl,” you chanted incoherently, bucking into his ruts and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Harder…oh…” He slammed into you, panels spewing sparks around you as they connected, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent room. He planted his servos above your frame for balance and grinded against your panel, pushing as deep as he could as he choked on his own pleasure.

“Y/n,” he moaned softly, vents opening to dispel hot air as he continued his assault on your valve and you reached up to kiss him sloppily. The room filled with the lewd sounds of your coupling and kissing as you allowed yourself to lose yourself into the pleasure given to you by none other than your mate.

“Prowl…I’m so…oh…” you warned breathlessly as you felt a deep feeling tighten around your core and he nodded understandingly, having been close himself. “Prowl!” You cried out his name as you arched against his panel impossibly closer than you were already and overloaded violently with a love you’d never felt with anyone else. He continued to thrust into your spasming valve as you overloaded, basking in the feeling of it fluttering softly around his spike and he overloaded with a roar, abandoning his thrusts as he pressed as deeply into your gestation chamber as he could.

He collapsed next to you with exhaustion once you both came down from your high and he folded in his door-wings. “You okay?” he asked as he usually did after your intense coupling, and you smiled tiredly at him. “I’m more than okay,” you said contentedly, rolling over weakly to face him. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied with a soft smile of his own and pulling you against his frame. You buried your face into his bumper and slowly succumbed to the recharge you desperately needed for raising a sparkling. Prowl vented heavily, relaxing his frame and he soon followed, dreaming of a happy family.

Chapter Text

Few months later. Earth.

You were sitting on the edge of your makeshift berth when you grasped at your chest plates. Prowl was working with the others, watching the Decepticon activity with the High Command and you didn’t want to risk disturbing them. But the quick growing pain became too much after an hour of pacing around your quarters and you ended up contacting them through an emergency line.

It did not take long for the head tactician to be by your side and at that point, you were barely able to stand without hurting. “She’s coming,” you gasped sharply when another wave of pain rocketed through your frame and your knees felt weakened. Prowl looked concerned and did not ask while carrying you through the halls.

Mechs stepped aside at the sight of him storming through the halls and you could hear his voice snapping at them, but it sounded muffled through the ringing in your audio sensors. His door-wings flexed aggressively as mechs tried questioning his motives and he glared icicles at them.

“I am almost there,” he said quietly into your audio sensor when you squeezed his collar armor and you moaned softly in pain. “Shh..” “I can’t,” you nearly cried when another wave came through, and you spasmed slightly in his arms. He tightened his grip around you and rushed faster towards the medical ward.

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Ratchet was ready for the two of you when Prowl came in carrying you and he motioned him towards the berth. “Prowl,” you said softly, unable to speak louder than that with the pain coursing through your frame like lightning and he gripped your hand firmly. “It’s going to be alright,” he said despite his own worry.

You nodded briefly and he looked at Ratchet with daggers. “I am going to have to numb you somewhat,” the CMO said while preparing a needle and fixing it with some medicine that would help. “Otherwise, it could be overwhelming for your first time.” He turned towards you then and walked up to you, gently rolling you onto your side.

Prowl growled quietly with a fierce protectiveness that you’d only seen once and Ratchet looked up at him unbothered. “Do you want your mate to be in pain or are you going to let me inject this needle?” the medic asked, glaring pointedly at him. “Cause I am pretty sure that she doesn’t want to be in this much pain.”

As if answering his assumption, you winced a little and Prowl finally dropped his doors from their defensive position, settling against his back. “Prowl, please,” you begged when you felt a brush of his EMF and he eyed Ratchet suspiciously while he worked on getting you the epidural. “This should help,” the CMO said once he withdrew the needle and set it on a nearby table.

You were gently rolled onto your back and Ratchet checked your forge, making sure everything was working well before writing on a datapad. “You’re going to have to push when a wave of pain races through your frame and it will be uncomfortable,” Ratchet said firmly while preparing some blankets. “Relax your frame, y/n.”

Trying to do as told, you cried out when a much stronger wave came and Ratchet watched you intensely, making damned sure that nothing was going to go wrong. You were a well respected femme amongst the Autobots and mechs knew not to dare do anything knowing whose mate you were.

“Okay, I need you to push as hard as you can and when the pain ends, relax,” instructed the medic sternly but not unkindly, watching the rhythmic pulses of the forge and he held you in place with a strength you hadn’t known he had. Prowl grunted in pain when you squeezed his hand tighter than you wanted to and he refrained from rubbing it.

This seemed to go on for hours when you collapsed tiredly against the berth and Ratchet said, “You need to do this once more and it will be over. I promise, y/n. I know it hurts, and it’s going to, but you need to do this if not for me, do it for your mate and unborn sparkling.” You felt tears prickling at your optics as you attempted at one last push.

Every seam in your forge seemed to split apart with the size of the form you were emerging and you let out a heavy sob while crushing your mate’s hand. You could barely hear Ratchet’s excited approval through the pain coursing through your frame and heard Prowl’s softer tone muffling near your audio sensor until it cleared out.

Ratchet was standing next to another medic, most likely First Aid when you onlined your optics and they fell upon Prowl’s excited expression. Ratchet smiled a little when he turned to hand over the wailing sparkling and Prowl took her with open arms. “What is her name?” asked the CMO curiously, cleaning off his hands.

“Tourmaline,” you answered tiredly, watching Prowl’s expression change multiple times before it fell into a raw adoration for her. “That’s what we had decided.” “Y/n,” he breathed softly, glancing at you briefly before focusing on her frame. “She’s beautiful.” “And is yours,” you smiled, your optics dimming with exhaustion.

Prowl choked on his spit softly before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips and handing Tourmaline over to you. “Rest, y/n,” he said before standing and comlining Bluestreak on the newspark’s arrival. It wasn’t long before the older teenaged mech came running in and asking, “Where is she? Can I hold her?”

“Quiet yourself right now, Bluestreak,” warned Prowl sternly and flaring his doors out to the side to prove his point. “Tourmaline is still small and is recharging. I do not want you to wake her.” “Aw Prowl, but-” said the younger Praxian, practically bouncing on his pedes. “Bluestreak,” warned Prowl sternly, giving no further warning.

With that, Bluestreak’s doors dropped down below their normally higher posture and Prowl nodded with approval before turning to lead them back into the small room. Bluestreak’s vents hitched at the sight in a silent attempt to keep his excitement and Prowl gave him another warning glare before settling next to you on the berth.

You looked up from your recharging sparkling and smiled softly at Bluestreak, who peered at the small form in your arms. “So…this is Tourmaline,” he said a little louder than he wanted and he slapped his mouth with a hand when Prowl let out an annoyed vent. “Prowl,” you chided softly, looking at him. “He’s excited. Give him that moment.”

The head tactician glanced at you, expression softening briefly before he looked at Optimus, who had come into the medical ward. “She has been born, I hear,” the Prime said gently, carefully maneuvering his frame so that he didn’t wake the sparkling. “I suppose that congratulations are in order from the High Command.”

“Thank you,” you and Prowl said at the same time. Prime nodded, offering a gentle smile and he said, “What did you name her?” “Tourmaline,” you said softly, pulling out a feeding line and grunting softly when she latched on immediately, sucking gently. “It’s like a gem or something on earth and she’s as beautiful as one.”

Optimus chuckled at that and he said, standing to his full height: “Welcome to Earth, Tourmaline. May your life be filled with joy and be free of any war that we have known.” With that, he placed a gentle servo on your shoulder before leaving and you smiled, feeling happier than you have ever known in your life.