THIS SKIRT IS SUPPOSED TO BE THIS SHORT W PROWL PLS IM WHEEZING
LMAO 1). “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”
Due to unfortunate circumstances, Prowl had taken residence on the Lost Light, much to the displeasure to some (read: all) bots. The two most noticeably bothered were Chromedome and Rodimus.
“I still don’t see why we cant drop him off on the nearest planet and high-tail it away” Rodimus grumbled, spoiler flapping in a pattern (Y/n) recognized as “annoyed” or “im-going-to-throw-a-tantrum-in-about-5-seconds”, neither of which seemed very pleasing at the moment.
“Roddy, Prowl is a guest, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to be here either, the least anyone can do is try to tolerate him” the human sighed, reaching over to gently massage a few of Rodimus’ visible neck cables, drawing a (very) audible purr from said bot as he casts them a thankful look as they shifted around on his shoulder, trying to get closer in order to reach more of the sensitive wires.
“We should totally have a dance-off at Swerves’“ he grumbled out, optics powering down as his engine continuing to rumble in a comforting purr, neither noticing a certain bot lurking around the corner, overhearing their conversation.
Prowl ex-vented harshly as he prepared himself for the quietly judging stares and whispers bound to follow his appearance. Prowl knew that he wasn’t very liked, or respected for that matter, amongst Rodimus’ crew, but he was grateful that the liasion was at least attempting to try and make him feel welcomed, he knew better than to naively assume the rest of the crew hadn’t warned them about his somewhat admittedly harsh tempter and sharp glossa.
As the bot continued to collect himself, he was not prepared for the scene that greeted his optics. There, in the middle of the bar, cleared of anything that might be considered a hindrance to any dancing mechs, were a handful of figures dancing away, the liason being amongst them.
Prowl was well aware that the human was considered a “young adult” by their standards, but in his optics, they were still a sparkling, and it was this thought that caused him to make a sound similar to clearing his vocalizer before marching towards the lisasons’ still dancing figure, bending down to quietly address them, but not before gathering everybot’s attention.
“May I ask why you’re wearing something considered provocative?” he quietly questioned, earning a bemused glance from a fellow human, one he could only assume to be Rodimus’ holoform, if their earlier conversation laid any weight to this situation.
“Erm, Prowl, I always wear this, I’m not sure why its such a big deal now” the liasion quietly replied, trying very hard to avoid embarrassing anyone present, themselves included.
The mech could only stare in confusion as he continued to stare at the liasion, trying desperately to ignore the smirking Rodimus that stood behind them. Prowl could only give a slow blink and hum as he continued to judge the offending garment.
“Why is it so… short?” he murmured, looking more than a little lost as he turned his gaze to the liasion, hoping for an explanation. “It’s supposed to be this short, its the design and style” the liasion patiently replied, more than ready to turn around and deck Rodimus if he so much as coughed at Prowl’s cluelessness.
With a quiet “I .. see”, Prowl returned to his normal height, giving a brisk nod to the liasion before exiting the bar, trying desperately to ignore the laughter that soon followed his departure.
“May I ask what was with your sudden departure?” Megatron hummed through the comm-link, more than expecting to be greeted with a harsh reply, mildly surprised to be greeted with a somewhat meek reply, “The liaisons outfit was .. concerning .. in the least” was all Prowl managed before being drowned out in Megatrons quiet laughter.
“I can assure you, that is the least concerning thing to happen aboard this vessel where the liason is concerned, just ask Rodimus” he managed to wheeze out, cutting the comm-link and leaving Prowl to process the new information.
“… Rodimus, you are a dead mech walking” Prowl hissed to himself, doorwings flicking in a harsh manner as he could only glare ahead, determined to reach his hab-suite before he strangled the concerning mech and giving a harsh scolding to the liasion.
It was times like this she dreaded not bringing a sweater.
The weather at Balbadd was so cold at night; She figured since the day had been so hot the night wouldn’t be so bad. But she miscalculated. That’s what she gets for not listening to that nagging voice in the back of her head…
It was quite late and she had been growing tired from her travels, but every inn she checked was either too small or overcrowded. It looked like she would just have to find a comfortable place to camp for the-
The sound of a low, smooth voice startled her from her thoughts. Turning to see the source of the voice and was met with a pair of mesmerizing golden eyes, staring into her own. She was in a trance for a moment, nearly getting lost in those beautiful eyes of his but snapped out of it, shaking her head clear from thoughts.
“S-Sinbad? What are you doing out here so late?” She asked, trying to put the chattering of her teeth to a stop. For some reason, she didn’t want to let herself show Sinbad that she was near freezing to death-or show any type of weakness around him for that matter.
“I was just taking a stroll around-”
“You were visiting a brothel, weren’t you?”
“Wha?I-I…that’s not important right now!” Sinbad grew flustered, quick to change the subject from his presumed ‘activities’. “The question is, what are you doing out so late? It’s not safe for a beautiful young lady to be out by herself.”
Ignoring his flirtatious comment—as well as the warmth that blossomed in her chest when he called her beautiful—[Name] huffed, turning away from him. “I can take care of myself, thank you.”
“Really?” Sinbad rose a thick purple eyebrow in question.
“Alright…” [Name] nearly fell back as Sinbad suddenly appeared in front of her face, his hands grasping her own and holding them out, observing them. “Then tell me, why are you shaking so badly?” She moved to pull away but was unable to as Sinbad had tightened his grip on her hands.
“I-It’s nothing.” Her head was lowered, eyes focused on the ground, refusing to look up to his eyes. She just knew he would be looking at her with that expression.
“Your hands are cold as ice,” He commented and by his tone of voice, while laced with concern, she could hear how displeased he was. “That doesn’t seem like nothing to me.”
“Let go of me, Sinba-”
Her words were caught in her throat at his commanding tone, her name rolling from his tongue so smoothly she couldn’t help but feel shaken from her core and ready to bend at his every whim.
His hand released hers, fingers sliding underneath her chin and raising her head so he could look her in the eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes.
“If you didn’t have anywhere to go, you should have just said so.” His golden eyes were warm with mirth and a soft smile spread across his handsome face. She didn’t bother fighting the fluttering feeling in her chest, her heart beating a bit faster.
When he pulled her to his chest, she didn’t fight him. Instead, she felt comfort in the way his warm body pressed against hers and basked in the scent of spices. Something about him was just so soothing, whether it be the sound of his heartbeat or simply his presence.
“Come stay with me tonight…” He spoke smoothly, and [Name] pulled away to look at him, bewilderment in her gaze as her mind drew up the wildest of conclusions by his statement.
“At the company.” Sinbad gave an awkward laugh, putting his hands up in defense. “We’ve got plenty of room. Plus I’m sure Ja'far and the others would be glad to see you again. And Vittel can even make you some of his delicious hot chocolate!”
It didn’t take her too long to really ponder his favorable offer. After all, seeing all her friends and being blessed with such a warm and joyful atmosphere did really seem like a wonderful thing. She couldn’t refuse.
“I suppose…” She agreed, and Sinbad flashed that irresistible smile. His smile could light up the darkest of days, and give warmth to the coldest of hearts. It was no wonder why so many people seemed to adore him.
“Great! Oh, that reminds me.” Sinbad moved to slide his jacket off his body and placed it around her shoulders. “Wear this. It’s quite a walk til’ we get back to the company. And I can’t let my beautiful [Name] catch a cold, now can I?” He winked.
Rolling her eyes, but not fighting the grin that threatened to spread across her face, [Name] gave him a slight shove. “ Yeah, whatever, lady killer.” Sinbad gave her a mock glare as she laughed, her hand brushing across his and was happy when his fingers curled around her own, locking their hands together.
Moments like these came in a rarity; nothing can ruin them.
“But you know, it does get really chilly in the company, [Name]. So if you need warmth, you’re more than welcome to come share my bed with m-ouch!”
“You’re not going anywhere, brother.” “Indeed I am not.”
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