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ikkosu · 2 months

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prowl stealing reader's panty and being an overall pathetic scumbag 🛐 I need

a/n: OUGHHHHH YESSSSS. NSFW WARNING UNDER THE CUT

IT'S funny. A lot funny, really. He considers himself pragmatic, prone to cold shoulders, used to remarks that'll sully his name, maybe even leave a dent on his face. He does have an optic left, though. All that he doesn't care because honestly? There’s no weight to it, whatsoever.

And yet.

You've been nice to him only once — a mere smile and a few parting words of praise, and now he's reduced to a degenerate, cushioned up against his berth as he purges himself with the scent of your undergarment. Panties, he remembers. Even better — or worse. Primus, it's unwashed.

His optics droop as the musky scent hits. Shoulders, once taut, now relaxed, helm hitting the berth as he groans. It was soft. Much too soft agains this hand, against his face. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. He had only known, however, was the fact that he’s not himself. And a pull of something so minuscule, an organic fabric of all things, that reeled him senseless of thoughts is ridiculous.

He’s breached at least several protocols in the Autobot Code. Even behind closed doors in the confines of his own quarters, he had already crossed a line by invading your privacy. Invading your trust.

A simple patrol along the halls had his pedes roosted by your doorsteps. The Organic barracks. Female, too. After all, he was the one who fixed your lock when it broke (hm, yeah, wonder why) — so it doesn’t come off as a surprise when the officer is spotted dawdling in front of your room.

Initially, he’ll do a quick inspection and leave. But the door. It was wide open. A quick peek wouldn’t hurt, right? He just needed to, ah, yes, needed to see if anyone had messed with your belongings. Theft is a big, big concern these days. (Wheeljack would know, he’s been stealing Nitric Acid from medbay without fail. )

And, it does. It made him stuff a handful of your panties into his sub space. Made his pedes skim across the halls until he’s in his own quarters — doing whatever the hell he is doing now : eyes shut, lower regions pressured and uncomfortable.

Prowl never denies. He never denies his guilt because that would mean his calculations are proven innacurate. A faulty assumption. A mistake. And here’s the thing is— he never makes a mistake. So, he chalks it up to illusion when he thinks about you. A reason to justify the means of being a scumbag.

You’re pretty. Nice. That’s all there is to it. He knows he’s lonely so he’s filling up the void. It’s nothing deep. As soon as tomorrow comes, he’ll avoid you. Avoid you like he’s not fisting his spike, conjuring up images, wondering how you’d feel against him as he’s rutting up your soft flesh.

How your ankles would hook over his shoulders. How your sweet face would contort, lips, pretty and soft kissing up his shaft.His servos on your hips as he rolls his own, watching the spike pushing up against your cunt— in and out, slick and throbbing. How would you sound? Soft? Guttural? Loud? Would you bite your fist when he’s too rough?

Prowl groans, re-positioning the fabric over his spike. It had become too slick, purple transfluid blotching the pink a more creamy mauve and his other servo comes to stifle his moans.

He’s not getting any sleep tonight.

#Ouhhhghhh send more yummy requests like these!!#maccadam #transformers x reader #idw prowl #prowl x reader #transformers idw #valveplug #prowl idw #transformers prowl

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pumkin-patchwork · 5 months

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5am prowl doodle, trying out a new brush

#transformers fanart #prowl transformers #idw prowl #doodle #maccadam #maccadam’s #tf fanart #transformers idw #transformers #pumkinpatchwork #transformers prowl #prowl idw #transformers art #idw tf #robot art #tf idw1

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kiwii-tururu · 2 months

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Snapcrack sometimes eats organic food to feel closer to his little friends.

Prowl doesn't really agree with that 🕴

Tururu~

#tururu #dibujos #transformers #drawing #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers g1 #transformers prowl #prowl idw #transformers original character #transformers oc #transformers x oc #oc and canon #oc x canon #prowl #tf prowl #prowl x reader

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tinydefector · 15 days

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I would love to request some possessive Prowl x gn!reader <3. Just pretty much anything, I love your writing!!!

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Prowl x Human reader

(Chapter2) (chapter 3)

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, forced proximity

Request and ask open, read pinned post

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The sound of running echoes through the storage house. Prowl halted his advancement with an irritated vent, doorwings fluttering in agitation. His investigation had led him here but now he was in a chase.

Instead, a tiny fleshling's escape had disrupted everything. Watching it flee in panic, he briefly considered the merits of giving chase versus simply calling for backup. But allowing an organic to get themself killed wasn't something he wished to write out reports over.

With a muttered Cybertronian curse, Prowl continues giving chase. lights flickering to illuminate the warehouse's shadowy depths. His scanners locate the human's heat signature as they continue running and throwing things behind them to try and stall him.

The human takes off under more shelving, taking an opportunity to throw a paint can in Prowl's direction, he swiftly raises an arm to block the flying projectile with an irritated hiss. When they try to scale the scaffolding, his strides lengthen enough to gently yet firmly enclose grasping fingers around their torso before more perilous stunts could be pulled.

"Desist this behaviour at once," he droned, holding the squirming human away from his body protectively but firmly. His doorwings twitched in irritation.

"I said I would not harm you. Now explain or I shall be forced to manually sedate you." His tone remained dispassionate though patience waned. He needed to know where the other traffickers were, if there were others.

Cooled air blew from his vents as piercing optics assessed the organic, ever analytic processor weighing their next move.

Panicked breathes come from them as they squirm, "let me go!, let me go!" They shriek. Prowl suppressed another irritated groan at the tiny organic's persistent shrieks and useless struggles against his secure yet harmless grip.

With another exasperated vent, "Cease this immediately. Panic will not aid your predicament. Now answer: how did you come to be here?"

"I don't know! You fucking kidnapped me!" They shout. Prowl cycled his vents with long-suffering patience, doorwings fluttering with barely-contained irritation. These organic creatures proved taxing.

"I can assure you with 100% certainty that I did not 'fucking' kidnap you," he replied dryly. "Were that the case, would I now be wasting valuable processor power tolerating these hysterics instead of my intended operation?"

Optics remained focused on them, Patience thinning, "I require information." His biolights flashed exasperatedly. "Now stop flaying. I intercepted your traffickers' signal and followed it to this warehouse,Tell me of your captors - numbers, appearance, probable location. I will terminate their operation, then see you to safety and medical care." Slowly he brought the creature closer, servos cupping protectively, Prowl raised an orbital ridge, vocals polished with aloof confidence.

"I don't know asshat!I don't know, they kept me locked in a box, I could only hear them or see them when they brought me food" they whimper. while trying to hit his servo with their hand, wanting him to let go. Prowl cycled another steadying ventilation, recognizing the human was spent more than expected after the distressing ordeal.

His doorwings tilted slightly lower in a posed effort to seem less intimidating. "Very well." He resigned himself to improvising. "You require medical care and safety until you can be relocated. You will come with me back to the station."

His call brought over an enforcement cruiser, he filled them in on the situation. After he's done he transforms Depositing the human inside not so gently as he takes off, Prowl coordinated his team via comms to wrap up operations.The drive proceeded in uncomfortable silence.

Prowl's doorwings flickered tautly as he faced off against a surprisingly immovable Optimus Prime, it was rather strange seeing him back in the force.

"With all due respect, Prime, you cannot expect me or any other officer to alter standard duties caring for an unruly petro-rabbit," he retorted coolly. "It creates disruption and liability. The logical solution remains finding accommodations better suited among its own kind."

Optimus' field pulsed mild reproof. "Prowl, the human has no such option, until a ship can be organised for safe transport, No one has come forward for guardianship, and due to the circumstances I doubt anyone will. It now falls to you." His tone allowed no argument.

Prowl suppressed a disgruntled noise. "While protecting all sentient life aligns with your doctrine, I have covered several orns of duties already and can not be diverted to care for this...squishy."

“Prowl this is not up for debate” Optimus states, it makes Prowl want to snarl back at him but he holds back storming out of the office, picking up the human as he goes.

Despite Prowl's protest the human ends up in his guardianship, and he is forced to take them back to his apartment. The drive is rather uneventful; both of them are quite not wishing to speak to the other. And he's not happy about the situation.

Prowl set them down none-too-gently upon a seating unit in his private hab, before whirling to pace agitatedly across polished flooring. His doorwings flared in sharp, irritated angles. “Ow what the fuck asshole!” Thye shout while rubbing their sore joints.

"This situation has become utterly untenable," he spat without glancing at the organic, servos gesticulating crisply to emphasise each word. "I am a law enforcer and tactician, not a crèche worker to cater to some fleshy creature disrupting my operations”

He jabbed an emphatic digit toward the human. "You will remain here, while I am absent. Do not wander or touch anything. Refuel only at designated intervals so as not to inconvenience me further."

Prowl knew he should modulate for the soft sensory packages organics possessed. But rationality abandoned him in the face of such unprecedented upheaval to his routine.

"Once communications are restored, the earliest ship will relocate you back to your kind. Until then..." He cycled a furious ventilation. "Do not compromise my operations or wander further than your unwanted presence already has." His frustrated field pulsed like an agitated bear, before he spun on a heelstrut moving to his table to overlook datapads and check how things had been progressing. He begins taking comm calls as he types away.

They flip him off, turning their back to him, their eyes linger on the soft cloth Prowl had laying on the table. They look back at him, eyes linger for a moment watching him argue over comms with others but at that moment they didn't care, they were sore, tired and just wanted to sleep. His engine revved with barely-contained outrage. How dare that little organic upset his living space so profoundly

Prowl paced in his office, doors twitching erratically as comm traffic flooded with commentary on his new "ward." Finally he slammed a fist on the console, engines snarling. "The first transport capable will deliver it back through the spacebridge."

He jabbed frustratedly at a datapad, recalibrating schedules disrupted by this nonsense. Unwelcome surprise flashed across his HUD."first ship available, you are gone. Until then, do not tax what remains of my patience." His words were scorching weapons aimed to inflict.

They ignore him moving towards the cloth, curling themself into it and making a makeshift bed and blanket. Shivers rack their body over how cold the apartment is but they aren't willing to say anything instead turning away from Prowl and hunkering down into the cloth.

Green makes her presence known with noises, the flyt taking to Prowl's shoulders, chirping at her owner as she snuggles against prowl. Prowl vented hot air through clenched dental plates,

His plating clamped tighter as Green chirps around his helm in useless attempts to soothe. With a swat, he sent the pet flying off in a frustrated burst of motion. Even his flyt pet proved irritating at that moment!

They let out a choked up gasp as Prowl picks them up, wrapped in the cloth, "where are you taking me!" They shout. Prowl rumbled with barely-restrained ire as he carried the bundled human toward his personal berth. "Silence," he snapped when it squealed. "I require recharge and will not suffer your disruptions further." Cycling another vent, as stomped toward his hab suite. A brief check of climate controls explained the shivering organic - it was no wonder, given the mech ran hotter.

With a few taps, the thermostat warmed to a more suitable temperature. He moves towards the berth dumping them onto the hard surface, Prowl loomed over the human once more, entire frame radiating impatience.

His plating clamped taut as he deposited it onto the berth beside himself, looming over the tiny squishy form. "You will remain here undisturbing while I power down," he hissed, Biolights flashing irritably.

Green tries to investigate what had taken her spot on the berth only for Prowl to knock her away, when the flyer pestered, Prowl scooped up the human bundle none-too-gently. "Cause me any disruption and you will face consequences fully." With that less-than-comforting threat, Prowl grumbled low in his chassis and shuttered his optics, forcing stiff joints and wire-frazzled processors to unwind through firm self-discipline.

They squirm lightly trying to get comfortable, they eventually find themself pressed against Prowl's chassis, it's warm and the sound from it eventually lures them to sleep, cloth wrapped around their body. Their eyes shut, out of exhaustion as they cuddle against the mech.

Prowl peepers down beside him, entire frame tensing at the unwelcome sensation. He glanced down to find the human entangled against his chassis plates, curled almost...comfortably? beneath the outer edges of his field.

Green buzzed overhead, clearly agitated at losing her favoured recharge spot. Prowl shot the flyt a warning look, bidding her silence. His processor whirled, examining how to extricate from this undignified scenario without disturbing the human.

His field registered its small organic frame finally relaxing in restful recharge, tiny vents puffing soft exhalations against his plating. Prowl cycled a quiet ventilation, surprised by the peculiar gentleness such a fragile life exuded up close.

It unnerved him. As did the grudging tenderness prompting him to simply remain, allowing recharge to continue undisturbed. Prowl glared at nothing, discomfited.

The human meant nothing - a temporary obligation soon rectified. Yet...he did not move to dislodge them either, His engine rumbled ever-so-softly, His field pulsed disturbance even as recharge didn't come to him, systems fighting the illogic of sharing space with such a fragile life form. But it would have to do until he could be rid of the organic contaminating his dwelling at last. Pit takes the inconvenience...

Just a klik. Then order would resume, they would be gone soon enough.

#transformers #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers x reader #transformers lost light #transformers prowl #prowl #prowl x reader #prowl x human #tf prowl #prowl idw #idw prowl #prowl mtmte #mtmte #mtmte transformers

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withoutalice · 6 months

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"Prowl,"

"You've put on weight..."

#chubformers #transformers #maccadams #prowl #prowl idw #sketch based on that one quote from Spike Witwicky #you know the one #not gonna finish this drawing tbh #have a bigger project rn #my art

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carelessapples · 8 months

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is this anything

close up on prowl’s face bc i laughed myself silly when i drew this last night

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puraiuddo · 1 year

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I have acquired the power of polls so, naturally, I will start discourse

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mellliow · 22 days

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Back off.

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ikkosu · 1 month

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idk if I should make this au a series but here you go <3 (au explanation in the tags bc I don't want to spoil)

mouse-verse IMPASSIVITY is at an all time high. Prowl struggles to ignore the nudge against his ribs. A locked jaw, optics for slits are the best he's got under pressure. Even, better — bared dentas to deter trouble.

But there's something about Bumblebee — that punk is trying his patience, unfazed by the enforcer's abrasive demeanor. He's pushing it. Pushing it hard. Without even a glance, he's sure as Primus's aft a chesire grin is leeching from that face.

"And, what's the status?" His audials picked up on Optimus's voice, a blur of red and blue not too far in the laboratory from where he stood. Prowl straightens. Ah, professional. Be professional. He can't be seen behaving inappropriately.

Then, he hears your voice and loosens visibly.

"Neutral, sir. For now, at least. It'll come round eventually. But I'll try to stabilize it."

Prowl shifts, almost imperceptibly, on his pedes. The scout is now focused on a bubbling flask. A digit out, prodding the capped casing. Phosphorus, Prowl recognizes. Vanilla crystals blossomed at the bottom and explosively so. But he bites back a chastise — if the yellow bug is broken out of his curious stance, Prowl might not be able to grasp this chance to, well, have a look.

So, he tilts his helm and lets his optics skim, much the same as he does when he's scheming — a search for your figure amidst all the beams and laboratory apparatus of the room is discreet.

It was organized, clean. You fixed your workspace often. Adored organizing your paperwork in neat little bundles. He discerned some stacks under your desk with those pastel straps you always hoard from the nearest stationary shops.

That is the decorum, the attitude of a proper soldier. It is what he'd like to see in everyone's workstation. Clean and logically organized.

Once his optics caught your eyes, he swivels away. His doorwings piked up, much to his chagrin. A side periphery of a smile curling your mouth didn't help the flare of warmth prickling the back of his neck , running all the way up to his forehead. His frown becomes all the more apparent.

And, of course bumblebee notices.

"Can it." He grits out before he could say anything else.

Bumblebee just shrugs but the slag-eating grin is still there. "Didn't say I warned ya, buddy."

"Don't call me buddy." He says coldly. " I am not your buddy. I am your commanding officer and you will refer to me properly as such."

"Eugh, leave it for Ironhide to decide. I'm not here on a debate for ranks."He elbows his rib plates with a wag of his brows. "What I'm here for, though...." He trails off, and shimmies a crab dance to block his view.

Prowl grimaces and retaliates by looking above the horns of his head. "Enough. You're making a fool out of yourself." He bares out.

"Oooh. Someone's quite the looker, huh."

"And, you're about to gain a look of a lifetime, through physical means."

"Prowl suggested I seek your advice."

Both bots stiffen at the sound of pedes approaching. The Prime has his servos folded behind his back, hunching, and tilting his helm so he could regard your face. You trotted beside him, a hand shoved into the pocket of your labcoat and the other swiveling a pen.

"Oh, did he?" You stop before the enforcer.

The fat of your cheeks pulled into a smile.

"I did." Prowl clips. "You specialise in force fields — an expertise greatly suitable for that area of predicament."

Bumblebee adds "A great suitor for the other— hrrk!"

Prowl shoves an elbow against his ribs. The yellow bugs keels over, wheezing. Optimus raises an eyebrow. What he thinks of it is left unsaid as he turns to you.

"This won't be too demanding of me?"

"No, not at all." You wave placatingly. "I'm busy but this isn't' something of a problem I can't handle. I'll have the blueprints by dawn."

The Prime pats your shoulder, optics gentle as he heads for the sliding doors. "Have a good evening, mouse."

"You too, sir."

"And, you t—"

Prowl shoves the yellow bug outside, locking the laboratory pad with a few quick punch of his digits for good measure. When he's sure the two silhouettes are gone, he vents through clenched teeth and tries to conceal his irritation. Though, proven futile with how his doorwings twitch.

He's had enough, for today.

"Bothersome?" You mused.

"A work in paradise."

He swivels around and despite the smooth mask he's locked in, almost jumps at your close proximity.You're standing there, chin tilted up — he's already faltering, surprise shown through a quick flick of his doorwings.

"And, you say I'm not so discreet." You make a show of teetering on your toes.

He rolls his optics but complies nonetheless, lowering his helm but not his shoulders. He won't make it easy. No, not too low or you'll get a pass — he wants you to beg for it.

"Terrible." He chuffs. "Of all the soldiers I've assessed, you mouse, are the worst at discretion. Impulsivity seems to be a close friend, for you."

"But what does that make you, then?" Your lips, soft and pliable, are inches away from his chin.

He resist lowering his helm any further. But much to his dismay, Prowl slants his helm, counteracting his locked coding of not caving in.

"Reckless." He breathes out. "Worse than when Smokescreen toddled away with illicit high-grade."

A loose giggle bubbles from your lips, a sweet sound he shamelessly saved in his processors. Though, iritation paints his features when he recognizes the signs. You're deliberately stalling. Deliberately ignoring his advances. He bares his teeth, exasperated at the fact he has to spell it out.

"Kiss me."

"Oh?" You tilt away, a coy playful grin. "Why would I do that, officer when discretion is at play here?"

"Because we're behind closed doors. Because if you dont, you're disobeying a direct command from your superior. And because —" Agitation pulls at his face and digits pinched your chin, pulling you close."— i've missed you."

It's not often he's affectionate. You're always the one pulling the trigger first — but when he does it, you find it oddly endearing of how desperately he wants it.

"Kiss me." He says again.

And, that was enough for you to close the distance. Hands on his shoulder plates as you lean up to catch his lips. Instantly, he melts into your touch, servos gripping your waist.

#secretly married idiots but eveyone doesnt know and just thinks thwyre pining for each other #and every argument is everyone thinking theyre having an enemies to lovers kind of shtick but theyre actually already married #arguing about domestic shit #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #prowl x reader #idw prowl #prowl keeping it secret bc he knows everyone will go WHY HIM when its out #prowl #prowl idw #prowl transformers

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searchingforatrail · 6 months

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I think that Prowl and Megatron IDW fans should be closer and form a coalition because we both like character's who's actions are constantly brought up even when we're just attempting to enjoy our characters.

Like yes, they're disliked for good reasons but it's also fine to want to be able to like a character w/out constant bashing and shade being inserted in the tags (often disguised as discussion).

Imo Megatron and Prowl are some of the most disliked characters, and it's difficult to discuss their nuance without people constantly saying "Well he did this, so don't forget to add that". It gets annoying, and I see it happen to prowl fans too so we should all just like each other because we understand each other lol

#megatron idw #prowl idw #mtmte #lost light #megatron #prowl #i actually like prowl for how ruthless he is and how much he believed in everything he did

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plumpengu · 4 months

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prowl is so fucking irritating… like he knows he’s smarter than nearly everyone so he acts like he can do whatever he wants bc he’s just ten steps ahead! it doesn’t matter who gets hurt in the process because he’s smart! he’s always right!!

like oooh my fucking GOAHDHSHDJH HE’S SO ARROGANT AND JUST!! A FUCKING DICKHEAD

#prowl idw #i do not like him!!!#i do not like him at all!!!!#im only like halfway through the robots in disguise comics #so no spoilers :3 #prowl #transformers #idw transformers #prowl transformers #fucking hate that guy #prowl /neg

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kiwii-tururu · 23 days

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My Son (again) in the comics

#tururu #dibujos #drawing #transformers #transformers idw #transformers g1 #transformers oc #rodimus #rodimus idw #snapcrack tf #transformers snapcrack #transformers lost light #lost light #rodimus prime #prowl #prowl idw #oc and canon #oc x canon #maccadam

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tinydefector · 13 days

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hi!! 🐈 first time asking for a request on a blog huhu so I hope I'm doing it right 😭

mind if I slip in a fluffy request with coppy prowl? him being more handsy and just overall touch-starved than usual with their human and he's embarrassed of asking for the touches so he's got this disconcerting look on his face + a hundred yard stare when their human is close

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Klik Away pt3

Heheheh this worked a little to well for the part three and since you lot made me a simp, enjoy some simpy touch staved Prowl.

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 2k

Chapter1,

Chapter2

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Nearly a week later, Prowl had gotten used to the human's presence well enough, still having arguments with them here and there but most times they kept to themself or hassled Green while he worked. "Prowl, can we go out today, I'm getting sick of being locked up in here" they state softly. They look up at the enforcer with pleading eyes. One more Luna cycle that's all he would have to wait to be rid of the human.

Prowl cycled a ventilation as he registered his human's request, systems conflicted. He didn't need to be chasing them around if they got lost while out in the city, but he also could see they were getting rather agitated being locked up for so long.

One lunar cycle remained until they would no longer be under his care.

"Very well," he agreed at last, calculating most protected opportunities for their enrichment and safety. Rising carefully, Prowl lifts them up before carrying them to the door, once outside he transforms.

His engine purred low as seatbelts strapped the human safely inside the cabin. "Remain still and do not interfere with vehicle functions," Prowl instructed calmly. "We will explore briefly before returning by duskfall, don't try anything"

He Guided them through less populated streets at a crawling pace, enjoying fleeting wonder lighting tiny eyes absorbing alien scenery. Yet enjoyment lingered in his system watching them as they pressed up against the window. They were ecstatic, eyes watching the scenery of the city, market in awe, it was like nothing they had ever seen before, nothing like earth and nothing like the warehouse they had been kept in.

"Woah I didn't realise everything was so... big" they state softly.

Prowl's engine purred in quiet amusement as they vocalised awe at the sights. Cybertronian towers on vast scales inconceivable to humanity, no wonder such vistas stunned one so young and unfamiliar with alien marvels.

"Yes, our world differs vastly from your tiny backwater planet," Prowl rumbled agreeably.

Slowly navigating less crowded areas finding a decent spot to stop so that they could wander the markets.

Don't be a dick!" They huff while lightly slapping his steering wheel. As they climb out of his alte mode they look around in fascination, they stay close to him as he transforms and stands at full height. He bends down to lift them up before he starts walking with them.

Prowl cycled an irate ventilation at the organic's impudence, doors flicking irritation.

" Watch it, and Remain still," he instructed gently, "Do not squirm or endanger yourself through careless movements."

Striding through orderly thoroughfares, Prowl narrated landmarks in slow, simple terms ensuring his human was securely held. Others stared at the unlikely duo, many pointed and whispered as they watched them stride through the marketplace.

Strangers found strange peace as they navigate the market's, The two of them draw many optics as they argue softly between themselves, the human pointing at things and asking questions and Prowl reluctantly answering, he has to on multiple times catch them from slipping off his arm. "What are those?" They call out.

“ Energon vendors, they supply different types of energon and tops” he states, the stalls overflowing with glowing cubes, spiels of alien beverages music, their eyes dance across the many pretty coloured cubes. “Do different colours taste different?” The inquiry. Prowl gives a nod as he approaches the stall. He stops to talk to the vendor and it's the first time they really listen to him speak cybertronian, it's very different from when he speaks to them. a cube of energon with a silver liquid added into it is passed to him. "What's that, I know its energon but what is in it?" They ask, they know what it is but they are curious over the other stuff added into it.

Prowl accepted the glowing cube from the vendor with a polite nod. Sipping the fuel gradually across his glossa, he savoured the blend of it. “This is a standard mid-grade energon blended with gallium, it's how I enjoy energon," Prowl explained evenly, angling the cube for tiny eyes to perceive colours swirling within." The bright glowing Pink fluid “ “ occasionally i like having iridium and strontium to boost fuel efficiency and spark potential. every more rarely ill have high grade with crushed crystal" he watches as their eyes land on another stall.

“ thats a Self-repair kiosks, it's where bots go to get new or spare parts,nanite, mesh patching, solvents for mending”

“ that stall is Cultural archive filled Holobooks narrating millennials, these days they mainly recount the war to newer bots, puzzles to help enhancing logical processing”

Prowl scolds as he looks away from said stall. “Don't like history?” They perk up in a teasing tone. “You wouldn't like it if it last millions of years either Rabbit” he grumbles before walking down another pathway.

“ that's Upgraders, Body modifications, weaponry installations, plating polishes,” the stall is rather large gleaming under neon signs, it showcases shiny and polished gear. “So is it like a car wash or do you like remove your plating and put on new plating?”

“you buy new plating and can trade in older models, markets don't have washes, those are reserved for housing or as you would call it a wash house” he confirmed while taking another mouthful of his energon.

Prowl gives a slight nod to another bot who returns it to him before continuing patrol.

“ Those are Enforcer dispatch, Fellow security forces patrolling, making sure we don't have circuitors, thieves and other dangers around.” The next stall he points to is filled with what looked like air conditioning.

“ Climate regulators, we use these to regulate temperature, cybertronian naturally run a lot hotter than your species and are prone to melting without regulation” . It's fascinating learning for the human before their eyes meet another stall, they give a puzzled look before speaking up as they point towards it. “What's that?”

The stall is filled with Sleek forms, ads playing that look very similar to adult shop banners. Prowl is quick to cover their eyes, hissing out before walking another direction. “Hey!” They grumble trying to look under his servo. “I am not taking you into an interface stall” he nearly snarls. They drop the subject quickly.

Its quiet between them for a long moment before he speaks up again “foreign collectors'' he motions towards the stall. Another cycle closer to reality hits him, did humans even know what interfacing was, had he just caused a scene over something they didn't understand.

His processor noted their interest light upon spying stalls overflowing with alien fruits, grains and flora. Amusement tingled Prowl's circuits to witness how their eyes seemed to like up in awe.

"Those vendors trade planetary Flora harvested from the crystal gardens, or off world planets" he advised, angling a pat towards the stall.

"They have those bugs you get for Green" they state while trying to climb onto the table, they look around at a few of what look like fruits. Prowl's scanners swept the crawling insectoids within bins, analysing nutritional values for his pet. Optics inspected wriggling broods at his mere fraction of size, some glistening and hardy, others feeble and malformed. His logs assessed ratios ensuring they were the right dietary requirements her.

"These appear suitably Green's" Prowl concluded to himself, optics flicker to his companion who looks over the fruit's, he calls out, catching the merchant's attention.

Once he had received the container he reaches over and grabs a few of the fruits to add to the collection. “add them to my account”.

The human gasps as Prowl picks them back up along with the container of food for Green and a small collection of the fruits for the human. "Hey I was looking!" They grumble as he halls them closer to his chassis as he takes off walking again. Storing the newly bought stuff in his subspace storage. He finished his cube of energon, discarding it in a bin before using his servo to keep the human steady against his chassis.

Amusement tingled through Prowl's frame as his tiny passenger grumbled irritably from being moved, too quickly distracted by alien environs surpassing tiny comprehension. "Forgive the disruption, Rabbit," Prowl soothed gently. Striding through thinning crowds, Prowl gazed down at miniature eyes peering back without fear, curiously tracing armoured plating of his face. his engine thrummed a low, protective purr.

It's a peaceful trip back, Prowl ends up walking the full trip back, Striding through emptying streets towards the hab dome His small company ended up snuggled against his body, eyes flickering occasionally. They continue softly chatting as they point out at the building asking about what they were. Arriving within the sealed complex, he prodded the giant doors aside and strode gratefully into the quiet safety of shielded walls. Spying Green curled upon a pile of fabric. playing idly, Prowl extended a digit just brushing his the Flyt's head in greeting before angling optics downward.

His passenger remained in peaceful recharge, tiny breaths puffing relaxed against ancient plating keeping them warm.Prowl deposits his items onto the 'kitchen' bench

Prowl cradled the human closer, striding towards his berth with strange contentment curling his spark, puzzling his processor at fleeting peace, he arranged the human upon berth cushions with utmost care, ensuring to gently wrap them in their blanket, fragile limbs securely for continued recharge undisturbed.

Retrieving datapads loaded with pending reports, Prowl settled upon the floor nearby to scan logs and organise filing through the coming off-cycles, continually monitoring tiny life signs within, he wouldn't admit it ever but some small part of him worried over them in the cold room.

Sideswipe mocks him for his "distractions" over comm. Yet Prowl snaps at him for his words but doesn't argue or defend himself; simply he hangs up so he can continue his reports. Green chirped contentedly as she curls up against the human sleeping on the bed.

Prowl worked through the part of night cycle, Despite steel discipline perfected over millennia on the battlefield, Prowl found himself defeated by the strange pull tugging him toward where small life forms slumbered peacefully. Heaving a ventilation, the Enforcer gathered datapads and rose, striding to his berth.

Laying gingerly so as not to disturb rest, Prowl retrieved work and centred it upon armoured plates, their body nestled closer as his engine purred low. Strange ease washed over him, Comm lines engaged fellow officers without disrupting the human, Prowl reviewed reports scrawled across datapads balanced upon humming chestplates. At times powerful digits brushed delicately against the form sleeping beside him.

Prowl's engine idled into stunned silence as they nestled closer still in peaceful recharge, their face pressing into the warmth of his side, His programming stuttered, confronted by such delicate vulnerability expressed without fear against plating forged through vorns wading raging battlefields. No creature so soft and fragile should trust so completely in servos designed solely for destruction.

Yet this small being sensed no danger, merely comfort, Trust was Prowl was attached.

His engine finally crooned deep vibrations so long stifled, the deep purr had them clinging to him. Face pressed closer. He relished fleeting peace redefining his role however contradictory to function. Too soon, reality demanded separate paths to resume.

"Primus I don't think I can let you go now" He whispers against their skin.

Prowl's vocalizer emitted a staticky murmur. His systems ached for the soft touch they provided, the banter, they challenged him in so many ways. Yet Prowl grieved, releasing tender buds nurtured from unlikely seeds sown through fleeting chance alone. Programming struggled comprehending how a mere human had done this to him.

Tiny breaths echoed trust against ancient cabling deafened rationality. Here, together, strange peace reigned. Yet bitter facts compelled reality. One Luna cycle was all he had to cherish this, less he convinced them to stay, but even then what was the need for humans to permanently stay on Cybertron, what loopholes would he have to exploit just to keep them by his side.

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