The Most Unlikely of Events 01: Prowl's Stand
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He stood on the roof of the central tower in the city of Narali, the New Hope of a New Cybertron, and studied the brightly lit sprawl to where it blackened to the unclaimed barren rock native to this world. Through hard work and necessity, the survivors of the Great War were slowly transforming this isolated rock orbiting binary suns into a mechanical world. For those few who remembered Cybertron before the war and knew what a city really was, it was more of a village. It was small enough for him to patrol the boarders and major streets every night, though they had outgrown Metroplex itself. They had an entire world and only 1679 mecha to inhabit it. He knew each and every one by designation, face, frame, voice and function. Most, if not all knew him from direct interaction.

Like running the army, most did not like him. He was the law and he made no effort to be likable.

Prowl, former Second in Command to Optimus Prime, Chief Tactician of the Autobot Army, was now Chief of Planetary Defense and Chief Planetary Planner. He hoped that he could hand over the duties of Chief Planetary Planner to another soon, but as of yet none of his subordinates showed the natural talent and strength required for the upgrades.

He honestly didn't mind most days. It kept him busy. Even a full three hundred vorns after the deactivation of his love, the mech he had promised his spark to, promised to bond with when the war ended, time hadn't soothed the pain in his spark much. He stilled ached from Jazz's absence. It had been tolerable during the war, between Prowl's pragmatic nature and the promise that Jazz would come back. Jazz always promised, even though they both knew the promise was hollow. Jazz could no more promise he'd survive the next orn than Prowl could.

The end of the war came with the news than Jazz had deactivated in one of the last great battles. The entire Decepticon command structure, all of its leaders were deactivated as well. The Matrix of Leadership had been recovered, the Allspark lost. It was three vorns over with by the time Prowl had arrived on Earth. By then nearly a hundred mecha had gathered, including the metrotitan Metroplex, and the consensus was already that they needed to find a world they could convert to a new Cybertron.

The search and preparation had consumed much of the next two vorns. They recovered and rebuilt the Ark, expanding and upgrading it, and bid their human allies farewell. A few mecha remained on Earth and the human colonies as a link from the new world to their former one, a way to remain in contact and continue to guide humanity as it reached into the stars.

Prowl allowed a gust of air to be expelled from his vents. He had a function. He believed he was needed. His Prime wanted him. It was enough. He found ways to keep himself from sinking too deeply into the depression that threatened to consume him every moment he was aware and the joy that came with recharge, where he remembered better times with his lover and lost the fact that Jazz was gone.

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Fandom: Transformers Bayverse/Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, Vaevade on LJ
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Codes: AU, Crossover, Sticky, Rape, Prostitution, PnP, Spark
Summary: The universe likes balance. Sometimes that means taking from one timeline and placing that into another. It doesn't ask, not that Jazz would have objected at another shot at having Prowl again even if he'd know what it would take beforehand.

Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro.

nanoklik = 1/8 second;
klik = 496 nanokliks/62 seconds;
breem = 8 kliks/8.27 minutes;
groon = 9 breem/1.24 hours;
joor = 6 groon/7.44 hours;
orn = 42 joor/13.02 days;
decaorn = 32 orns/1.14 years;
metacycle = 8 decaorn/9.22 years;
vorn = 9 metacycles/72 decaorn/83 years;
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~text~ hardline/bond chatter

Prompt 1: tfanonkink dot livejournal dot com/11776 dot html?thread=12774656#t12774656
Bay/G1 mesh. Bay!Prowl/G1!Jazz

Jazz from G1 lost his beloved Prowl who got shot by Starscream on the shuttle, while Prowl from Bayverse lost his Jazz at the hands of Megatron. Both are grieving and inconsolable. What would happen if these two mechs met?

Let it be Primus' will or some other contraption that works as a time/space traveling machine, the two grieving mechs meet. And suddenly there is a chance to heal their broken sparks.

Please, let this be played out in Bay verse (meaning, Jazz is the one to get transported).

The main point is a lot of frame differences - Prowl's frame is spikier and more dangerous looking, Jazz's is smaller and boxy; difference in Cybertronian language - in Bay, they communicate with beeps and clicks, while in G1 they have their own unique Cybertronian language. They can't transfer data - it gets all jumbled and corrupted. Interfacing incompatibilities - you can explore everything. From field manipulation, plug'n'play to sticky, down to Jazz getting an entirely new frame - everything! Anon author can play with all :D

I've been dying to read a fic in where these two grieving bots are given a second chance, well, here it is :D There could be drama between these two and also a lot of fluff and rediscovering themselves - and for the first time they don't hurt.

Prompt 2: tfanonkink dot livejournal dot com/11776 dot html?thread=12778752#t12778752
Jazz, who is unwillingly working as a pleasure bot, finds himself ditched on a street after a session with a client goes horribly wrong. He's badly damaged, probably malnourished and just about to give up when one of the passers-by actually stops to help him (most wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole since he sports the markings of a prostitute). This bot (Prowl, of course) takes him home and helps him recover, and once Jazz realizes his savior isn't even doing it to secure himself a personal berth-warmer, he falls helm over pedes in love. He is, however, pretty sure that someone as nice as Prowl wouldn't want someone like him, not in that way. But of course (cliché, I did warn you) Prowl has also developed an attraction for Jazz, but doesn't want to take advantage and holds back.

No matter what happens in between I naturally want the two of them to end up together. Any sort of smexing goes. And if you'd rather turn the parts around and have Prowl as the victim and Jazz as the savior I'm fine with that too. I just want that 'rescued from the bottom of the pit and finding happiness again' thing.

Prompt 3: tfanonkink dot livejournal dot com/1177 dot html?thread=13792000#t13792000
As long as there's a universe and at least 4 feet of height difference between them, I'm good. After that, you can drop in whatever other kinks you enjoy.