Optimus: Alright everyone seems to be here... Wait, why is Jetfire here?
Prowl: Sir, that's my emotional support giant angry boyfriend
Jetfire: Prowl, you will do well in this meeting! You can't fail!
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Optimus: Alright everyone seems to be here... Wait, why is Jetfire here?
Prowl: Sir, that's my emotional support giant angry boyfriend
Jetfire: Prowl, you will do well in this meeting! You can't fail!
trying to figure out how to write wfc siege jetfire so have some “it’s implied that jetfire thinks prowl is pretty” drabbling
“Is there something on my face?” Prowl asks awkwardly, catching Jetfire staring for the seventh time. He’d been keeping count.
Jetfire looks away, mouth slipping into the flat appearance of apathy. “No,” Jetfire says.
Prowl cannot imagine what else he could have been so interested in. It’s not as if Prowl is hideous. His face has been worn be hundreds of other mechs and his voice is one of a set number of variations. He can look at himself with a clinical optic and admit he’s average looking at best. He’s a common sight at worst.
“Then I don’t understand why you keep staring,” Prowl says. “I understand that having someone in the brig is odd, but you’re a high-profile prisoner. Until we leave, we’re both stuck here.”
Jetfire huffs out something that sounds like a laugh. “I understand. I’m not worried about that.”
Prowl can feel frustration bubble in his chest. Answers have always been his friend, for better or for worse, but he’s sure Jetfire is being deliberately obtuse.
“Then why?” Prowl tries needling again.
“Don’t concern yourself with it, Prowl,” Jetfire says his name carefully, in a way that no one else has ever said it.
Prowl’s processor races to answers as fast as it can. He’s always been logical. “Are you planning on terminating me?”
Jetfire’s amusement is mild, barely showing on his face, “No, I would not dream of it.”
And Prowl is—he’ll admit he doesn’t understand certain social cues and that bots are confusing at best sometimes.
“You’re not going to tell me, are you?” he asks, suddenly tired. Jetfire smiles.
1, 6, 20 + prowlfire?
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i’m ngl i’ve been braining about this real good esp since i’m planning a fix it fic for siege that has a scene where jetfire gets real gay before becoming an autobot and also i already have a lot of prowl hcs so this is very siege leaning