#Prowl x Jazz

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Holding Hands- JazzProwl

Little reclaim piece I did featuring one of my favorite duos while taking a break from bigger projects :D

[radugay]

HE’S SO FOOLISH FUNNY BABY

[dispensorfan]

first post woohoo!

did an art trade w my friend :3 they did some stuff for my oc while i did tfa jazzprowl for them!

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I just summoned a jazzprowl fanchild-

And dis is her :D

[raringooo]

Sort of a scene from a roleplay my friends and I are doing :)! Shockwave stole away Jazz’s optics back before the war had kicked into full throttle, and his visor helps him see! But it got broken recently so. Yuh.

Plus these. Ignore my handwriting I was tired ok ok

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Jazz having the time of his life

[cozzzynook]

Happy Ending AU where the war ends due to the power of love between cross factions.

Prowl is, as always, very judgmental. He’s side eyeing them all and making snide remarks.

Ratchet, newly conjunxed to Deadlock and carrying their sparkling, tells Prowl off and calls him a hypocrite considering he had a secret baby with a mad scientist and had the constructions following him around.

Prowl is literally going to argue back with him too.

With his first bitty springer right next to him, his second sparkling bluestreak with their sires - all the constructicons - with his other sparkling Smokescreen thats grown that belongs to Jazz who was initially a decepticon spy that switched over and changed his name to Jazz to be with Prowl. The others don’t know but Prowls sparklings do. While currently sparked with a new bitty by same sire who just smirks and shakes his head.

Prowl and Ratchet are still close friends while arguing, truthfully they’ve done and said far more hypocritical things than this.

They’ll be fine.

[megaemprezzz]

Uhhhh random chase head canons cause yeah....

Also the whole family tree discussion. I GENUINELY DON'T KNOW WHY QUICKSHADOW AND CHASE REMIND ME OF SIBLINGS.

[starblitzy-started-a-fire]

Sketches for a JazzProwl fic 👀

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So I wanted to do so much more with this concept (and I might eventually) but I just had/have a lot going on 😭 being an adult with responsibilities sucks.

I realize I have no idea how to put a mini comic together but I'll figure out some day! I also learned drawing clutter is, really time consuming! I had this whole sequence of images in my head and underestimated how much time it would take to put together lol but maybe some day when I'm not working with a time limit lol

I don't know if this displays a clear sequence so:

Jazz's teacher (which if id had time to write the fic you'd learn was Magnus) instructs Jazz to locate and awaken "him" (bros dying so he doesn't have a lot of time to be more specific)

Jazz finds his masters secret lighthouse, warlock bunker thing? and follows a tunnel underground and finds a demon. On the ground in front of Prowl in abyssal/demonic script it says "Give me fuel give me fire give me that which I desire" Jazz must read a tome to figure out what that means!

[emilixthefox]

Prowl and Jazz where walking back to their compound with the other miners after a long day

But Orion Pax and D-16 wasn't with them, Prowl scanned the surrounding bots. Then looked at Jazz who was humming a made up tune and had his hands behind his head.

"Jazz, may I ask you something?" Prowl inquired as Jazz stopped humming to tilt his head back at the slow walking Prowl.

"Hit me with it." Jazz replied with a grin, making Prowl smile a bit nodding.

"Do you find it strange that when some bot steps out of line or character they go missing?" Jazz slowed down matching Prowl's pace, glacing around. "Not only that, all data says that all the Energon we have been mining should be able to sustain us. So in theory the mining production should ease up."

"Prowl you're a rambling again." Jazz cut Prowl off as they stopped walking together. Prowl looked Jazz up and down, seeing him tense up looking worried at him.

(I have no idea how to finish this or continue this so writers of tumbler have fun if you want to continue it!)

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Little Chibi drawing for @keferon 's Mecha Pilot Jazz AU! Really wanted to showcase the idea of Jazz playing some tunes and dragging a stiff Prowler through a dance :D And of course, Prowl is starstruck with this odd-but wonderful- mecha.

[radugay]

I LOVE THIS COMPANY SOOO MUCH

I like to think that the girls helped Prowl get out of depression with support, jokes (and friendly kicks in the ass). With the help of Jazz, of course. That is why, after the war, Prowl is so emotional, open and happy in tfe episodes

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Part 1 2

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Prowl, Bluestreak, and Perceptor were brought to the N.E.S.T headquarters after a relatively short journey, most of the Autobots who weren't out on patrol or other duties clustered on the tarmac in excitement. It had been a while since new arrivals had landed on the planet, and when transport landed on the island they called home, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Optimus was the first to depart with Ratchet right behind him, the noise of the excited crowd dying out when Optimus held up his servos.

"Autobots, our fellow human allies, it is my pleasure to welcome three of our fellow Autobots to their new home." The Prime looked back with a soft smile, stepping aside with Ratchet to reveal the first unfamiliar bot to descend the ramp, a slightly taller bot trailing behind with a curious look on their face. "Bluestreak, Perceptor, I welcome you to our N.E.S.T headquarters, a place where we work with our human allies to protect Earth."

"It's nice to meet you all!" The shorter bot waved with an odd New York inspired accent, eyeing the various humans with wide optics. "Wow, they're all as small as the Major is!"

"You get used to it, Bluestreak." Ratchet chuckled as Perceptor eyed the organics with curiosity, but otherwise remained silent as he glanced back into the strange aircraft they'd arrived in.

"Where's Prowl?" Bluestreak started when a taller red bot with dark blue accents stepped forward from the crowd, the Datsun he'd scanned a slightly different model than Bluestreak's.

"Smokescreen?!" The shorter bot clicked in confusion as he watched the other bot approach, reaching out with trembling servos when Smokescreen was within reach, doorwings sagging the moment he made contact. "By Primus..."

"Good to see you, little brother." The two clasped arms for a moment, before Bluestreak whistled and motioned inside the aircraft, watching Smokescreen head inside with a shake of his helm before hurrying after his brother.

"I advise we leave to give them space; privacy is something neither of us has been afforded along our journey here." Perceptor vented quietly as he hesitated at the bottom of the ramp, only to shake his helm.

"Perceptor is right, there'll be plenty of time for introductions later." Ironhide grumbled as he finally emerged, Will perched on his shoulder as he joined the small group. "C'mon, Will could use some coffee anyway."

"Damn right I can." The major rolled his eyes as the crowd dispersed, some leaving for patrols and others joining the bots who had crowded around Perceptor, eager to meet a new Cybertronian. No one saw the duo Datsuns for a long while, Perceptor bringing the three Praxians some energon when Optimus had nudged him to do so breems later, trekking up and into the massive plane as quietly as he could. The three sat huddled in a far corner, Prowl being held between his brothers as they quietly spoke in their Praxian dialect, Bluestreak looking up when the scientist stopped a few feet away.

"I have energon." The youngest of the trio eyed the crate he was carrying with interest, but remained still when Prowl looked up, giving Perceptor a nod.

"Join us, please." Perceptor elected to sit across from the group, making sure everyone had their rations before tasting his, and the pure taste nearly sent him into stasis. It had been a long time since they had not had to subsist off crudely mined energon, and once more, he was pleased they had decided to join Optimus and his cause yet again, both for safety as much as companionship.

"Optimus chose this planet well, these human allies have done much to try and make their home ours." Prowl listened to the other silently, knowing he'd been burning with questions. "There are many faces you'll know, and many others stationed around this planet who will be arriving soon to greet us. Many of the humans are intrigued at your arrival, you have already attained a legendary status due to stories from the others, notably by Sideswipe."

"Intriguing." If they were all like the major that Prowl had spoken with, he doubted there would be many issues with him taking on his former command position. Something in his spark twists at the unspoken gap he couldn't bear to think of, and Smokescreen gently nuzzled his doorwing at the shift in his EMF field.

"When you're ready, he is here." The silence could have defeaned the entire planet at Smokescreen's words, Prowl's grip on his rations tightening to the point the metal creaked until Bluestreak gently pulled it away, chirping to the other in a soft tone. The four sat together until the eldest Praxian finally felt stable enough to leave, looking sorely out of place at being the only one to remain in his root Cybertronian form. A few humans who appeared to be heading off for the night paused at the sight, waving their arms in greeting as Smokescreen did the same in return, pausing to speak with them.

"Hey fellas, do you know which hangar everyone is in?" A human with some sort of device on their face nodded, pointing to a far building.

"Most of 'em are down in B hangar, I think Optimus headed out with Bumblebee already with Sam."

"Thanks for the info, I'll catch up with you later." The humans all waved or nodded as they resumed their journey, and the new arrivals dutifully followed the other bot to the building, able to hear some conversations as they got close enough. They're in a mixture of Cybertronian and human, terms that the three were unfamiliar with, blending almost effortlessly with terms they'd all grown up with, and despite still being in a war, many of the Autobots are the most relaxed the newcomers had ever seen.

"Prowl, it's good to see you!" All optics turned to look at the second-in-command as Wheeljack greeted him with a slight bow, before clasping Prowl's arm with a flash of his audial fins. "You've been missed!"

"What he really means is he wants to ditch his paperwork." Ratchet chuckled from his spot in a corner, nodding his helm.

"I suspected as such." The Praxian's doorwings twitched in amusement, releasing the other bots arm and turning his attention to the silver Stingray in the corner. "I heard you spoke to the humans about me."

"Someone had ta warn them." The gladiator smirked, wheeling over to the officer with a hum. "If it helps, I went ahead and picked out an alt for you to scan."

"Bribery already? You've gotten too lax." The affronted look on Sideswipe's face earned more than a few laughs from the crowd, but it served its purpose when a ghost of a smirk crossed Prowl's face for a moment.

"You'll know when it's going to be bribery." The shorter bot rolled his optics, crossing his arms. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all."

"Indeed."

Prowl spent the next breem catching up with the Autobots that surrounded him, having spent so long searching for those under his command he had almost lost hope. It was no Cybertron, nothing would ever compare to home, but all the bots clustered in this large human building could make him forget for a moment. No one noticed him slip away in all of the friendly chaos, doorwings quivering as he took in the latent sensory information from his surroundings once he was out and into the evening air. The moon cast a faint glow on his bare alt as Prowl began to head toward a building not far from the current hangar he'd been in, the painted on black slash across the door a familiar sight over the endless millennia he'd been fighting this war. A pair of soldiers were standing guard outside, and despite likely not knowing who he was, one opened the doors for him while the other stood aside, revealing a room that held an examination berth in its center, occupied by a lone figure.

Jazz

"Oh Jazz..." Clawed servos gently rest on the dead saboteur's pedes, the metal grey and far too cold. Prowl couldn't remember a time when they weren't moving, Jazz always tapping to a beat no one else could hear or dancing with a grace Prowl had always been fascinated by. Ratchet had repaired most of the damage as the Praxian carefully moved to the side of the berth, the welding that crossed the entirety of Jazz's midsection nearly making him purge, his processor supplying an image he didn't want to see. He knew Jazz had gone how he always would have, fighting and clawing until his spark was snuffed out, but it still hurt. They had dreamed of a life after the War, a life where they could find a rhythm to dance to across the stars, two stars always orbiting across time and space.

"Oh Jazz...my vibrant Spark...I'm sorry." Prowl gently ran a claw across the visor that showed as much emotion as it had always hidden, leaning down to kiss the top of his helm. The two humans standing guard outside nearly jumped when they heard a low thrumming noise from inside, sharing a look when it became clear that Prowl was singing. It was a song full of sorrow and longing, the trills and clicks slicing through the air like cries of pain, reducing a lot of nearby humans to tears despite not fully understanding why.

Prowl is so wrapped up in his song of mourning, he does not see the sliver of metal he picked up slip out from his subspace. It hovers in the air for a moment before suddenly rocketing toward the berth, landing right where Jazz's spark had once been.

Prowl doesn't get a chance to react before the room is engulfed with light.

[longarmdecepticon]

Ahhh

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