To kickstart the week
Title: Sparkless. (26/??)
Rating: R
Warnings: A bit of violence, angst, possible slashy goodness. Implied character death.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl.
Setting: Movieverse AU.
Summary: In trying to live up to the name of his sire he gave his all, until he lost his own spark. Those who once loved him now called him "sparkless".
Notes: This is an AU bunny that belongs to snugsbunny, it's all her fault, I just happen to be the one writting it. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are hers and used with permission. This is a very AU fic so please take with a grain of salt.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me. The term glitchbuzzard was coined by nkfloofiepoof and borrowed with her permission.
Jazz wouldn’t go as far as to say life was perfect, but it was pretty close in his opinion. The cycles after Lord Prowl had come to visit him had been left for trial and error in regards to the potential status of their relationship. Prowl was still a little unsure of how to handle their relationship given the feelings between them, but Jazz suggested just picking up from where they had left. Like good friends but allowed a more intimate side, more affection that would be deemed proper for just a friendship.
It began with Jazz visiting Lord Prowl as he would during the period prior to his presentation party and for the most part their interactions remained the same. There was one evident difference and that was the warmth and more open demonstrations of affection between them. A closeness that was beyond what they did have before, a comfortable feeling between each other and the chance to be honest beyond the boundaries of propriety.
Fingers would brush against each other more often and every now and then they’d hold each other close, merely enjoying their mutual company and the feelings of rightness that suffused them. There wasn’t much difference at first in what they did. They would share a meal together, some small talk or mutual venting about things going on in their lives. Jazz visited Prowl more often given the Lord’s duties and the inconveniences of him visiting Jazz’s home because of his status.
Whenever Lord Prowl did have the chance to visit Jazz, the silver mech was delighted to show his home to the Lord of Praxus, often bringing up any of the recent events that had taken place in one room or another, like the room where he was tutored by Cutlass or the ball room and the many times Slipstream frustrated him while teaching him to dance like a proper noble. Last but not least were the times when Jazz would complain about the mechs that came to visit him, either seeking to charm him or those that still saw him as the replacement for his carrier.
Lord Prowl was well aware that Jazz had no love for the elite that he was part of now, and could clearly understand why. He would listen patiently to Jazz’s complaints, allowing him even to let out a few choice curses even if he would later chide him for his language although it was all in a playful manner and teasing words that showed Lord Prowl was not amused about the flirting Jazz was enduring.
As the cycles became deca-cycles, another side of Lord Prowl’s personality was revealed, a slightly more playful and witty side that Jazz found amusing and charming as well as Jazz’s more carefree nature finally allowed full free reign around Prowl. There was still propriety between both of them, but neither had to pretend around each other. But things were not bound to last in such perfect working order, though.
Their relationship had been discreet and remained quite chaste for as long as they had been together, holding hands or holding each other close was as far as they had gone, and only shared a brief and chaste kiss once after Lord Prowl had observed a traditional private ceremony of remembrance for his sire and carrier. After that time, Lord Prowl decided their relationship would not be kept hidden anymore, feeling more and more comfortable with the relationship he had with Jazz and wishing to send a message to Jazz’s suitors to back off. Jazz had been delighted that he could turn down his suitors outright instead of resorting to derailing any conversations away from a flat yes or no to their advances, as well as being able to be openly affectionate with Prowl whenever they happened to be in company of others than Volt and Lord Trax.
Neither intended to make their relationship obnoxiously obvious, but they would not hold back from showing affection to each other and implying their relationship was not of just good friends anymore.
The first time they faced the socialites and nobles under the new status of their relationship was during a small party Lord Trax threw related to his business, and Lord Prowl had been invited to attend. As they had come to expect, as soon as the Lord of Praxus showed up many of the nobles and socialites were quickly trying to get his interest, and Jazz always found it disgusting the only reason these mechs flew to seek Prowl was because of his status as ruler of Praxus and nothing else.
Jazz took the chance escape his own share of annoying nobles and socialites orbiting around him to save Prowl. “If you excuse me, gentlemechs.” Jazz bowed politely and moved across the large room, heading for the corner where Prowl was currently humoring a group of mechs asking questions and talking about themselves.
“Excuse me, I need to borrow Lord Prowl’s attention for a moment.” Jazz smiled, unrepentant as he took Prowl’s hand and led him away from the unwanted attention.
“Thank you,” Prowl murmured as Jazz linked his fingers with his own, following the smaller mech to the table where refreshments were laid out.
“Nothin’ to thank me for. These mechs disgust me,” Jazz muttered softly so only Prowl could hear him. “They don’t care fer ya at all, they jus’ look at your shiny title.”
“There’s nothing new about that.” Prowl nodded humorlessly, picking a cube with a mild brew, sipping it slowly. He could see a few mechs looking at them from the corner of an optic, and he knew they were beginning to draw conclusions given that their fingers on their joined hands were still intertwined. “It would appear your guests are putting things together.”
“Good.” Jazz nodded once and carefully sliced through a very intricate energon treat, bringing the small slice to his lips to take a bite. “Maybe now they’ll get the message I’m not interested.”
Prowl nodded and took another sip of his energon, discreetly gauging the reactions of the guests. Some seemed shocked and mildly disappointed but nothing more. Others, though, looked very displeased with the turn of events and there were those that seemed completely scandalized. ”I reckon the following cycles will be quite testing.”
“Mm?” Jazz turned to face Prowl but was discreetly peeking through his visor at the mechs around them. “Ah, I see what you mean.”
“You don’t seem too bothered.”
Jazz shrugged faintly. “Nothin’ we can do about it right now. I’m jus’ glad some of these mechs will get a clue an’ leave me alone now. Hopefully the same will be said of these glitchbuzzards that keep hovering all over ya.”
Prowl smiled faintly, finding rather amusing and endearing that Jazz was so upset about these mechs’ interest on him. Of course, he knew Jazz was upset and disgusted that what they cared about was his title but he could tell there was a speckle of jealousy. “If they do not I will have to spell it out to them and let them know I am already ‘taken’.”
Jazz grinned and nodded, deciding to change the subject of their conversation as both began to plan their next outing, uncaring for the moment of the looks the guests kept giving them even as they danced together and spend the rest of the evening on each other’s company or with Lord Trax.
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Jazz’s bravado was beginning to falter after several deca-cycles reaping the consequences of openly demonstrating the relationship he had with Lord Prowl. While many of his suitors did back off and settled for trying to remain in friendly terms with him, others refused to accept it.
It wasn’t uncommon that a few of those mechs would bring up how much better potential partners they were than Lord Prowl could be. And although they could not offer much competition in terms of titles or economical status, they tried to embellish their own prowess and capabilities in as many areas as they could. Others used Prowl’s position as Lord of Praxus to try to convince Jazz the Lord would be too busy to give Jazz the attention and care he deserved.
Despite everything, Jazz turned down his suitors, some as kindly as he possible while others demanded all the patience and acting prowess Jazz possessed. He knew he could not outright tell them to ‘frag off’ as he wished, but also had to be firm and insist that he was very happy in his relationship with the Lord of Praxus.
Even if the suitors could be taxing for him, they were the least of Jazz’s problems, as he soon found out that his relationship with Prowl did not have the approval of many nobles, not only in his shire but in Praxus itself.
There were voices amongst nobles and socialites that considered Jazz should not pursue a relationship with such a high profile noblemech as Lord Prowl given that the silver mech’s origins were relatively dubious. A mech that had been kept a dirty secret for so long and whose other progenitor was still unknown and probably would remain so just could not aspire to involve himself with someone of the status of a city ruler of full noble origins such as Lord Prowl.
That was without counting the voices of protest that rose in Praxus about Prowl’s indecency in deciding to pursue formally another mech after he failed to follow his bondmate to the grave. It were trying moments just as Prowl had warned they would be. The protests weren’t even upfront, most of them were malicious whispers spoken just loud enough to let Jazz know of their opinion. Cowardly, gossipy and malicious. Jazz’s disenchantment with the socialites and nobility managed to reach new lows.
“It’s understandable they’ll speak, Jazz.” Prowl soothed the silver mech in his arms, holding him close as Jazz, finally giving up under the stress and disgust of his situation. “They always talk; they believe their opinion to be an unwritten law.”
“But it’s not.” Jazz cling tighter to Prowl, reveling in the feeling of comfort bestowed to him by the mech he loved. “Why can’t they jus’ let us be?”
“That’s the way high society can be.” Prowl stroked the back of Jazz’s helm gently. He was very aware of the opinion the nobles and socialites of his own city had about his relationship with Jazz, but he stopped caring about their words a long time ago. “They want to feel powerful. They want to feel they can shape everyone else’s destiny and life.”
Jazz sighed heavily. “I don’t like it. I wish I could jus’ go away an’ go back to being a simple mech.”
“Even if you were a commoner, being in a relationship with me would undoubtedly garner you unwanted attention from nobles and socialites. Either because of your condition as commoner or because of my...indecency.” Prowl held Jazz tighter against himself as he spoke the last word. How could they speak about indecency? “They want to influence us and force us apart to fit their wishes and prejudices.”
Jazz sat up and looked at Prowl, meeting his blue optics with his own that shone with determination. “I don’t care what they say, I love you an’ I want t’be with ya.”
“It will be hard and stressful for you, Jazz. They’ll put as much pressure on you and your grandfather as they can.” Prowl warned.
“I know, an’ I feel bad about my grandfather having to stand all this, but...he reassured me, and told me he had it worse with Lady Beat.” Jazz reached for one of Prowl’s hands with his own. “He said this is what will make me happy, an’ I should pursue it. He supports me. Us.”
Prowl smiled at Jazz and brought a hand to touch Jazz’s face, clawed white fingers slid down to his chin, tilting it up a little more and angling it perfectly for another kiss, still chaste and tender, but full of promise. “They lost their hold on me when they turned their backs on me. We’ll get through this together, Jazz. It is my promise.”
Jazz smiled faintly at the soft kiss and the strength he could feel in Prowl’s words. “Yes,” Jazz murmured as he tangled his fingers with Prowl’s. “Yes, we will.”
Prowl knew Jazz would need all the love and support he could give him from now on, the challenges of their relationship were just beginning but he could feel the rightness of his choice, and that this was a relationship worth fighting for. It was true he didn’t care for the high society of his own city, but he still worried about Jazz and the ugly side of nobility and high society he would come to face now, but Prowl was more than willing to assist Jazz.
Just as he had promised, they would face these challenges together. It would prove to them whether or not their relationship was meant to be.
Rating: R
Warnings: A bit of violence, angst, possible slashy goodness. Implied character death.
Characters: Jazz, Prowl.
Setting: Movieverse AU.
Summary: In trying to live up to the name of his sire he gave his all, until he lost his own spark. Those who once loved him now called him "sparkless".
Notes: This is an AU bunny that belongs to snugsbunny, it's all her fault, I just happen to be the one writting it. Several concepts seen through the duration of this fic are hers and used with permission. This is a very AU fic so please take with a grain of salt.
Many thanks to mmouse15 for kindly beta reading this for me. The term glitchbuzzard was coined by nkfloofiepoof and borrowed with her permission.
Jazz wouldn’t go as far as to say life was perfect, but it was pretty close in his opinion. The cycles after Lord Prowl had come to visit him had been left for trial and error in regards to the potential status of their relationship. Prowl was still a little unsure of how to handle their relationship given the feelings between them, but Jazz suggested just picking up from where they had left. Like good friends but allowed a more intimate side, more affection that would be deemed proper for just a friendship.
It began with Jazz visiting Lord Prowl as he would during the period prior to his presentation party and for the most part their interactions remained the same. There was one evident difference and that was the warmth and more open demonstrations of affection between them. A closeness that was beyond what they did have before, a comfortable feeling between each other and the chance to be honest beyond the boundaries of propriety.
Fingers would brush against each other more often and every now and then they’d hold each other close, merely enjoying their mutual company and the feelings of rightness that suffused them. There wasn’t much difference at first in what they did. They would share a meal together, some small talk or mutual venting about things going on in their lives. Jazz visited Prowl more often given the Lord’s duties and the inconveniences of him visiting Jazz’s home because of his status.
Whenever Lord Prowl did have the chance to visit Jazz, the silver mech was delighted to show his home to the Lord of Praxus, often bringing up any of the recent events that had taken place in one room or another, like the room where he was tutored by Cutlass or the ball room and the many times Slipstream frustrated him while teaching him to dance like a proper noble. Last but not least were the times when Jazz would complain about the mechs that came to visit him, either seeking to charm him or those that still saw him as the replacement for his carrier.
Lord Prowl was well aware that Jazz had no love for the elite that he was part of now, and could clearly understand why. He would listen patiently to Jazz’s complaints, allowing him even to let out a few choice curses even if he would later chide him for his language although it was all in a playful manner and teasing words that showed Lord Prowl was not amused about the flirting Jazz was enduring.
As the cycles became deca-cycles, another side of Lord Prowl’s personality was revealed, a slightly more playful and witty side that Jazz found amusing and charming as well as Jazz’s more carefree nature finally allowed full free reign around Prowl. There was still propriety between both of them, but neither had to pretend around each other. But things were not bound to last in such perfect working order, though.
Their relationship had been discreet and remained quite chaste for as long as they had been together, holding hands or holding each other close was as far as they had gone, and only shared a brief and chaste kiss once after Lord Prowl had observed a traditional private ceremony of remembrance for his sire and carrier. After that time, Lord Prowl decided their relationship would not be kept hidden anymore, feeling more and more comfortable with the relationship he had with Jazz and wishing to send a message to Jazz’s suitors to back off. Jazz had been delighted that he could turn down his suitors outright instead of resorting to derailing any conversations away from a flat yes or no to their advances, as well as being able to be openly affectionate with Prowl whenever they happened to be in company of others than Volt and Lord Trax.
Neither intended to make their relationship obnoxiously obvious, but they would not hold back from showing affection to each other and implying their relationship was not of just good friends anymore.
The first time they faced the socialites and nobles under the new status of their relationship was during a small party Lord Trax threw related to his business, and Lord Prowl had been invited to attend. As they had come to expect, as soon as the Lord of Praxus showed up many of the nobles and socialites were quickly trying to get his interest, and Jazz always found it disgusting the only reason these mechs flew to seek Prowl was because of his status as ruler of Praxus and nothing else.
Jazz took the chance escape his own share of annoying nobles and socialites orbiting around him to save Prowl. “If you excuse me, gentlemechs.” Jazz bowed politely and moved across the large room, heading for the corner where Prowl was currently humoring a group of mechs asking questions and talking about themselves.
“Excuse me, I need to borrow Lord Prowl’s attention for a moment.” Jazz smiled, unrepentant as he took Prowl’s hand and led him away from the unwanted attention.
“Thank you,” Prowl murmured as Jazz linked his fingers with his own, following the smaller mech to the table where refreshments were laid out.
“Nothin’ to thank me for. These mechs disgust me,” Jazz muttered softly so only Prowl could hear him. “They don’t care fer ya at all, they jus’ look at your shiny title.”
“There’s nothing new about that.” Prowl nodded humorlessly, picking a cube with a mild brew, sipping it slowly. He could see a few mechs looking at them from the corner of an optic, and he knew they were beginning to draw conclusions given that their fingers on their joined hands were still intertwined. “It would appear your guests are putting things together.”
“Good.” Jazz nodded once and carefully sliced through a very intricate energon treat, bringing the small slice to his lips to take a bite. “Maybe now they’ll get the message I’m not interested.”
Prowl nodded and took another sip of his energon, discreetly gauging the reactions of the guests. Some seemed shocked and mildly disappointed but nothing more. Others, though, looked very displeased with the turn of events and there were those that seemed completely scandalized. ”I reckon the following cycles will be quite testing.”
“Mm?” Jazz turned to face Prowl but was discreetly peeking through his visor at the mechs around them. “Ah, I see what you mean.”
“You don’t seem too bothered.”
Jazz shrugged faintly. “Nothin’ we can do about it right now. I’m jus’ glad some of these mechs will get a clue an’ leave me alone now. Hopefully the same will be said of these glitchbuzzards that keep hovering all over ya.”
Prowl smiled faintly, finding rather amusing and endearing that Jazz was so upset about these mechs’ interest on him. Of course, he knew Jazz was upset and disgusted that what they cared about was his title but he could tell there was a speckle of jealousy. “If they do not I will have to spell it out to them and let them know I am already ‘taken’.”
Jazz grinned and nodded, deciding to change the subject of their conversation as both began to plan their next outing, uncaring for the moment of the looks the guests kept giving them even as they danced together and spend the rest of the evening on each other’s company or with Lord Trax.
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Jazz’s bravado was beginning to falter after several deca-cycles reaping the consequences of openly demonstrating the relationship he had with Lord Prowl. While many of his suitors did back off and settled for trying to remain in friendly terms with him, others refused to accept it.
It wasn’t uncommon that a few of those mechs would bring up how much better potential partners they were than Lord Prowl could be. And although they could not offer much competition in terms of titles or economical status, they tried to embellish their own prowess and capabilities in as many areas as they could. Others used Prowl’s position as Lord of Praxus to try to convince Jazz the Lord would be too busy to give Jazz the attention and care he deserved.
Despite everything, Jazz turned down his suitors, some as kindly as he possible while others demanded all the patience and acting prowess Jazz possessed. He knew he could not outright tell them to ‘frag off’ as he wished, but also had to be firm and insist that he was very happy in his relationship with the Lord of Praxus.
Even if the suitors could be taxing for him, they were the least of Jazz’s problems, as he soon found out that his relationship with Prowl did not have the approval of many nobles, not only in his shire but in Praxus itself.
There were voices amongst nobles and socialites that considered Jazz should not pursue a relationship with such a high profile noblemech as Lord Prowl given that the silver mech’s origins were relatively dubious. A mech that had been kept a dirty secret for so long and whose other progenitor was still unknown and probably would remain so just could not aspire to involve himself with someone of the status of a city ruler of full noble origins such as Lord Prowl.
That was without counting the voices of protest that rose in Praxus about Prowl’s indecency in deciding to pursue formally another mech after he failed to follow his bondmate to the grave. It were trying moments just as Prowl had warned they would be. The protests weren’t even upfront, most of them were malicious whispers spoken just loud enough to let Jazz know of their opinion. Cowardly, gossipy and malicious. Jazz’s disenchantment with the socialites and nobility managed to reach new lows.
“It’s understandable they’ll speak, Jazz.” Prowl soothed the silver mech in his arms, holding him close as Jazz, finally giving up under the stress and disgust of his situation. “They always talk; they believe their opinion to be an unwritten law.”
“But it’s not.” Jazz cling tighter to Prowl, reveling in the feeling of comfort bestowed to him by the mech he loved. “Why can’t they jus’ let us be?”
“That’s the way high society can be.” Prowl stroked the back of Jazz’s helm gently. He was very aware of the opinion the nobles and socialites of his own city had about his relationship with Jazz, but he stopped caring about their words a long time ago. “They want to feel powerful. They want to feel they can shape everyone else’s destiny and life.”
Jazz sighed heavily. “I don’t like it. I wish I could jus’ go away an’ go back to being a simple mech.”
“Even if you were a commoner, being in a relationship with me would undoubtedly garner you unwanted attention from nobles and socialites. Either because of your condition as commoner or because of my...indecency.” Prowl held Jazz tighter against himself as he spoke the last word. How could they speak about indecency? “They want to influence us and force us apart to fit their wishes and prejudices.”
Jazz sat up and looked at Prowl, meeting his blue optics with his own that shone with determination. “I don’t care what they say, I love you an’ I want t’be with ya.”
“It will be hard and stressful for you, Jazz. They’ll put as much pressure on you and your grandfather as they can.” Prowl warned.
“I know, an’ I feel bad about my grandfather having to stand all this, but...he reassured me, and told me he had it worse with Lady Beat.” Jazz reached for one of Prowl’s hands with his own. “He said this is what will make me happy, an’ I should pursue it. He supports me. Us.”
Prowl smiled at Jazz and brought a hand to touch Jazz’s face, clawed white fingers slid down to his chin, tilting it up a little more and angling it perfectly for another kiss, still chaste and tender, but full of promise. “They lost their hold on me when they turned their backs on me. We’ll get through this together, Jazz. It is my promise.”
Jazz smiled faintly at the soft kiss and the strength he could feel in Prowl’s words. “Yes,” Jazz murmured as he tangled his fingers with Prowl’s. “Yes, we will.”
Prowl knew Jazz would need all the love and support he could give him from now on, the challenges of their relationship were just beginning but he could feel the rightness of his choice, and that this was a relationship worth fighting for. It was true he didn’t care for the high society of his own city, but he still worried about Jazz and the ugly side of nobility and high society he would come to face now, but Prowl was more than willing to assist Jazz.
Just as he had promised, they would face these challenges together. It would prove to them whether or not their relationship was meant to be.