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The gestalt was a funny bunch. After getting used to them, Prowl learn to see past the “violent constructicon” façade. Yes, they were rowdy, loud and didn’t know their strength sometimes, but they were also strong and use their strength for good things. They were responsible, diligent, smart, resourceful, funny, and very, very, very clingy.
To the pits with the last part!
After the initial shock of being now stuck with the Constructicons wore off, Prowl had to get used to their habits. The one that took him by surprise was their clinginess. They were already overwhelming his processor with adoration and desperation to be accepted by Prowl, causing him frequent helmaches, but they also could NOT stay away from him. After moving to the Sunset Metropolis, Prowl, like all the others, moved in an apartment building. He and Jazz actually lived in the same building, which was nice, since Jazz is one of the few mechs he could call a friend and Jazz considered him a friend too. They would sometimes meet after work for a drink or just a chat. Nothing fancy.
The Constructicons didn’t have a permanent place they were staying, usually just crashing in a place nearest to their current construction site. And there was a lot of construction to be done. They usually visited Prowl at his office. Not that Prowl invited them, they just showed up whenever they pleased. No one dared to tell them otherwise, least they wanted to get on Prowl’s bad side. Prowl tecnet had long decided that keeping the Constructicons was an advantage and made it clear to everyone that they were under his command and protection. That does not mean Prowl didn’t scold them for just showing up at his workplace whenever they pleased, but it was more for show. Sometimes they would all come, giving the entire building a reason to gossip, and other times just one or two of them. They would just come to say him, or nag him, convince him to take a break or suggest they eat lunch together. Prowl more than often complied. If he was truly busy he would hurry them along and sneak them a kiss. He wasn’t that big of a fan of PDA, so he made it sure to do it in a place where others couldn’t stare at them.
Prowl was repulsed, to say at least, when they would come from construction sites directly to him. They weren’t disgusting per see. It was a side effect of their job. You can’t work in construction and look the same as the minister in the office. Still, he insisted they wash before coming to him if the time allowed. Contrary to the popular belief, they didn’t enjoy living in filth either. It was a combination of always being on the move, never having appropriate spaces, chaotic schedules and being a bit messy.
So, in this period they would often meet at lunch. Either the Constructicons would invite Prowl, either Prowl would strategically plan his patrol to be around the cons’ construction sites at lunch time. They would get takeout or go to the nearest place to eat. Similar story for after work. If you would have told past Prowl that his future self will find happiness dining at some random restaurant with 5 green and rowdy cons, he would have called you insane. But, this was exactly what was happening. It felt unusual in the beginning. He found it hard to pinpoint it, but he actually felt comfortable. Happy even! There was no danger. No duty, no sense of obligation, no threat. He could come, stay as much as he wanted and leave whenever he wanted. Prowl found it hard to actually go back to work sometimes. He could feel the same from the cons. But one of them had to play though, and Prowl definitely fit the role.
After a while they complained Jazz could go to Prowl’s space but he never invited them over. Prowl felt a tinge of guilt in his spark. He played it off by saying:
“Well, you come wherever I am, I didn’t know you need special invite to come over to my place.”
He could feel joy radiating from the bond.
It was a combination of cute and annoying. On one hand, since they could now visit him at home, they showed up uninvited to his workplaces less. They still came around! Just not as frequent. On the other hand, his place was getting flooded by green mechs eager to spend time with him. Very eager!
It was a particularly rough day, he even had a double shift because of some aft. Nothing he wasn’t already used to from the war days, but still. He dragged his pedes home, ready to crash in berth and sleep as long as he could until the dreaded alarm clock rang. He opened the door to be greeted green mechs and all his furniture moved around.
“The frag is this???”
“Hi, Boss!”
“Hey, Prowl!
“Welcome home!”
The mechs ignore his irritation upon opening the door. Somebody grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, closing the door behind. He woke up in a big cuddle pile on the floor. He realized everything was moved around to make a big nest where all could cuddle and sleep. He wanted to be angry, but he was very tired, and now he was so close to the cons it was even harder to ignore their thoughts and feelings.
It was a mix of missing Prowl, being worried about him, and most importantly, loving him.
Prowl melted and fell asleep pressed against Bonecrusher’s side, his cheek pressed against his frame. He attempted to talk to them, but he can’t remember what he said, or what they answered. He remembers chatter, and also the sound of a holofilm playing in the background.
He didn’t have any dreams, but his recharge was pleasant. He actually woke up before the alarm. He stretched his backstrut and looked around. Prowl found himself on top of Hook. The thought of the cons passing him around while he was deep in recharge amused him. He laid back down, just soaking in the morning light and the Constructicons’ presence. Maybe not every day, but it would be nice if they did this more often. Prowl was already planning to get the cons a more permanent housing.
The cons were overjoyed when Prowl suggested they all moved together. Prowl got overwhelmed. It was unusual for somebody to be this happy to spend more time with Prowl. Still, they need to find an apartment first. Prowl already had his eyes on some possible places, but he would not buy something without looking at the place in person. It was also the problem of space. They were 6 fully grown mechs. They needed a of space. Any central apartments fell short in that category. Having 5 boyfriends working in construction meant there was no way to get fooled either. The cons could see every imperfection and structural issue from miles away. Finding a place proved to be a lot harder than expected. Until Prowl just happened to go over some data pads of seized properties at work.
"This might work." he smirked.