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Title: Clockwork Cravings.
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff?
Pairings: Prowl x Femme Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz. Mention of Optimus Prime, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Ultra Magnus, Hound, Mirage and Hound's and Mirage's pitspawn.
Prompt: Gender bending Continuity - Cravings.
Requested by: yuuzaiden
Being a future parent had its ups and downs. Sparkplug Witwicky said that to him once in regards of his son, Spike.
"You love them the second you're aware of their conception, mind you. But once the news sink in the whole process up until they're born it's an adventure of its own."
Those were the wise words of a wise man. Prowl finally understood what they meant.
The war was officially winding down, Megatron was gone, Starscream and Soundwave had an agreement regarding the leadership of the Decepticons and Shockwave was currently kept as a prisoner of war among the Autobot bases, considering her too dangerous to be allowed to remain among her fellow Decepticons. Soundwave had been particularly happy about the arrangement.
Things were beginning to finally look up for everyone, and while there were still some Decepticon rebels that just didn't want -or couldn't adapt to the end of the war; everything was starting to fall into place.
Optimus Prime was currently settling the new schematics of government with Ultra Magnus, and rumors were growing about a potential union between Starscream and their Prime. Not like nobody saw that one coming.
Prowl was satisfied keeping his duties of second in command to Prime, becoming his primary advisor, and he knew Soundwave would play a similar role for Starscream. He admitted the war had worn him out enough to not wish to handle the law enforcement department just yet, and happily handed that task to Red Alert. Besides, now he had other things to focus his attention in. Namely, a bondmate with an upcoming sparkling.
He always knew Jazz wasn't opposed to starting a family and once peace was perceived as something certain many mechs and femmes alike began to plan, as Perceptor so eloquently put it, 'repopulate Cybertron'.
He didn't have any plans to start a family soon, but once Hound and Mirage came forth with the first sparkling and his mate spent quite a bit of her free time with Hound, Mirage and the new sparkling, Prowl knew it was just a matter of time before Jazz would bring the issue up to him.
And really, once they discussed the issue, both found they had no real reasons to wait any further. And a couple of visits to Perceptor, Ratchet, and Wheeljack later, Jazz was happily carrying their sparkling's little spark in her own chamber, awaiting for its protoform to be completed and be transferred.
That brought Prowl back to his current musings and remembrance of Sparkplug's words. Of all mechs and femmes to ever develop the Cybertronian version of what humans called 'pregnancy cravings', of course it had to be Jazz.
The former tactician side glanced to a wall clock Jazz had insisted to install as a memento of their time in Earth. He counted down the seconds, awaiting for that moment when he knew Jazz would be pulled out of her recharge by that baby spark nestled and nurturing from her own, demanding something special for the night.
And with the punctuality Prowl had come to expect from his mate and their upcoming sparkling, Jazz woke up as soon as the wall clock marked a certain time.
Prowl smiled a little to himself and brushed the back of his hand against Jazz's cheek. "What is it craving this time?"
Jazz frowned a little behind her visor, she wasn't exactly comfortable calling their sparkling an 'it' as if it was an object, but Prowl was just being practical. Neither of then knew if their future little bundle of joy and, no doubt, Prowl's CPU crashes, would turn out to be a mech or a femme. So 'it' had to do until the spark was placed in its protoform.
Jazz pondered for a moment, as if she was having a conversation with the baby spark residing in her chamber, and after a few kliks she smiled to her mate, placed a chaste kiss on his lips and relayed her latest craving.
Prowl kissed back and vacated their berth, leaving their dorm and then their living unit to acquire what cravings his mate and upcoming child fancied that orn.
Jazz leaned better in their berth, waiting patiently for Prowl to return with her desired goodies. All of sudden the former saboteur stiffened and frowned deeply, casting a disapproving glance over her chest plating. "Ya know, baby, I think ya're gonna be your dad's doom at this rate."
With a heavy sigh the femme opened a com link with her mate, pondering how to bring her next craving up tactfully. "Prowl?"
"Yes?"
"...I want chocolate cake."
"..."
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff?
Pairings: Prowl x Femme Jazz.
Characters: Prowl, Jazz. Mention of Optimus Prime, Starscream, Soundwave, Shockwave, Ultra Magnus, Hound, Mirage and Hound's and Mirage's pitspawn.
Prompt: Gender bending Continuity - Cravings.
Requested by: yuuzaiden
Being a future parent had its ups and downs. Sparkplug Witwicky said that to him once in regards of his son, Spike.
"You love them the second you're aware of their conception, mind you. But once the news sink in the whole process up until they're born it's an adventure of its own."
Those were the wise words of a wise man. Prowl finally understood what they meant.
The war was officially winding down, Megatron was gone, Starscream and Soundwave had an agreement regarding the leadership of the Decepticons and Shockwave was currently kept as a prisoner of war among the Autobot bases, considering her too dangerous to be allowed to remain among her fellow Decepticons. Soundwave had been particularly happy about the arrangement.
Things were beginning to finally look up for everyone, and while there were still some Decepticon rebels that just didn't want -or couldn't adapt to the end of the war; everything was starting to fall into place.
Optimus Prime was currently settling the new schematics of government with Ultra Magnus, and rumors were growing about a potential union between Starscream and their Prime. Not like nobody saw that one coming.
Prowl was satisfied keeping his duties of second in command to Prime, becoming his primary advisor, and he knew Soundwave would play a similar role for Starscream. He admitted the war had worn him out enough to not wish to handle the law enforcement department just yet, and happily handed that task to Red Alert. Besides, now he had other things to focus his attention in. Namely, a bondmate with an upcoming sparkling.
He always knew Jazz wasn't opposed to starting a family and once peace was perceived as something certain many mechs and femmes alike began to plan, as Perceptor so eloquently put it, 'repopulate Cybertron'.
He didn't have any plans to start a family soon, but once Hound and Mirage came forth with the first sparkling and his mate spent quite a bit of her free time with Hound, Mirage and the new sparkling, Prowl knew it was just a matter of time before Jazz would bring the issue up to him.
And really, once they discussed the issue, both found they had no real reasons to wait any further. And a couple of visits to Perceptor, Ratchet, and Wheeljack later, Jazz was happily carrying their sparkling's little spark in her own chamber, awaiting for its protoform to be completed and be transferred.
That brought Prowl back to his current musings and remembrance of Sparkplug's words. Of all mechs and femmes to ever develop the Cybertronian version of what humans called 'pregnancy cravings', of course it had to be Jazz.
The former tactician side glanced to a wall clock Jazz had insisted to install as a memento of their time in Earth. He counted down the seconds, awaiting for that moment when he knew Jazz would be pulled out of her recharge by that baby spark nestled and nurturing from her own, demanding something special for the night.
And with the punctuality Prowl had come to expect from his mate and their upcoming sparkling, Jazz woke up as soon as the wall clock marked a certain time.
Prowl smiled a little to himself and brushed the back of his hand against Jazz's cheek. "What is it craving this time?"
Jazz frowned a little behind her visor, she wasn't exactly comfortable calling their sparkling an 'it' as if it was an object, but Prowl was just being practical. Neither of then knew if their future little bundle of joy and, no doubt, Prowl's CPU crashes, would turn out to be a mech or a femme. So 'it' had to do until the spark was placed in its protoform.
Jazz pondered for a moment, as if she was having a conversation with the baby spark residing in her chamber, and after a few kliks she smiled to her mate, placed a chaste kiss on his lips and relayed her latest craving.
Prowl kissed back and vacated their berth, leaving their dorm and then their living unit to acquire what cravings his mate and upcoming child fancied that orn.
Jazz leaned better in their berth, waiting patiently for Prowl to return with her desired goodies. All of sudden the former saboteur stiffened and frowned deeply, casting a disapproving glance over her chest plating. "Ya know, baby, I think ya're gonna be your dad's doom at this rate."
With a heavy sigh the femme opened a com link with her mate, pondering how to bring her next craving up tactfully. "Prowl?"
"Yes?"
"...I want chocolate cake."
"..."