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littlelightbolt · 1 year ago

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Finding Prowl- Merformers AU

Chapter 3 - A captive individual

So here's the last of the chapters I have ready written, I kinda write in a bullet point style cause I don't think my brain is at the capacity at the moment to come back and make them actual well written chapters. Enjoy tho. - Ideas still welcome. I'm kinda stuck on what other problems the character will be facing with life in the aquarium.

Life down in this hell hole has been a constant blood pressure raising experience for Prowl.

Not counting his transportation after being caught, he has calculated that it has been 32 cycles since his kidnapping from the Autobot pod after a bloody dispute with Optimus. Not even Jazz had tried to stop him when he stormed off.

The capture had been unpredictable. Never in his mind would it have occured to him that pirates had breached the secret coves wall.

His pod could be in danger and he couldn't even there to warn them. Even if the probabilities were low, he could only hope that no one else had been captured. The cove was a protected space. It would be detrimental to their way of life if humans were to discover them.

He fought every step of the transport process. Stuck alone in a tiny space with a foreign language echoing through as his music. Bruised and battered he arrived to a rather large facility. Bright colours were everywhere it was dizzying. After being poked and prodded, he was placed in an isolation pool. The empty walls smelt of distress and dead fish. He simmered deeply ashamed to have been outsmarted by a bunch of land dwellers. He graced his tank by thrashing aggressively sending big waves that splashed the humans who shrieked in displeasure recoiling from the edge of his pool. Despite the brief victory, he was soon swarmed by the lot of them.

Over the next few days, he learned quickly that attacking the staff was a futile effort. Where one fell another took their place. He always got drugged and worked with an awful headache there after. Now, he has reserved to take a smarter approach, observing all he could in hopes of plotting an escape someday.

Eventually the humans deemed him healthy enough to be transferred to a bigger pool. To his surprise, this one had furnishings of actual kelp and rocks. One of the walls had an ominous grate that connected to parts unknown. Prowl steered clear of that for now. There was a small alcove at the bottom to hide in, barely big enough to stretch out fully in. A small school of fish were in here with him while star fish rested on the glass wall looking outwards.

His first glimpse in what would be his new home was less that flattering. Beyond his tank there were many others just like his with pairs of mers or solo ones as he was. They too seemed to notice the new comers presence and we're checking him out too.

Prowl's skin curled at the thought of having little to no privacy.

Below to tank groups of humans were looking up at him. Most of them wore bright colours and expensive suits. The walkways reminded Prowl of the big loud yachts he would see from time to time back home. It disgusted him to be downgraded to an item to be observed.

Everyday it's just the same four walls and the humans outside. His neighbours loud and the humans louder still. He did his best to get through each day though and memorise the routines of the humans that took care of him.

Sometimes mers from the tanks around him were cartes off and returned again, sometimes they just never did. It was always the prettier mers, the ones who showed interest in the humans down below. Prowl deducts that being carted off is very bad and strives to be as antisocial as he can with the humans. He fears for the day his turn comes.

So far, escape is still far away. It was only in the night cycles where most mers were asleep that he could have a quiet reprieve from the over-stimulating environment, where the constant vigilance tore down on him.

It is there that the waves of loneliness would wash over him completely, pulling him under some nights. He would never admit that he laments that no one will come to save him. To get away from it all, what used to be a private pass time now became a self soothing hobby. He sang. Tuneless little melodies to songs he remembered from mainly Jazz.

His songs on those nights were considered some of the most hauntingly beautiful in the aquarium to the skeleton crew humans who worked the night shift. Only amplified when the humpback mer several tanks down that sang to and with him occasionally. They formed a sort of musical comradery.

It was the 55 day cycle here at the facility. The day cycle was stagnant and Prowl was well and truly bored. He swam a few laps around the tank and cleaned up his little burrow but aside from that there was nothing to do. Prowl cursed the humans cleverness, exploiting the mers need for being busy to entertain the crowds outside.

Prowl firmly pushed down the urge to look back at the glass knowing that doing so won't do him any favours. And so he laps, chasing the fish and rearranging the star fish.

The sounds coming from the glass were getting louder today. Way louder than usual. Curiosity getting the better of him, Prowl glanced towards the screen. A large crowd has gathered at his viewing window. Apprehension takes him, he never had so many humans stay in front of his enclosure.

A tiny hint of fear sinks in. Is he being carted off. A human dress in a workers uniform was in front of the crowd talking into a microphone echoing the words into the water "-and today we will be introducing this sweet little baby to what will hopefully be their loving surrogate parent!" Prowl had picked up a few words during his captivity but most of the sentence was beyond him.

The announcer finished with a flourish and the crowd clapped and cheered. The sound of something breaching the surface caught Prowl's awareness. A large box was being lowered into the tank. Prowl fear turned to dread when he saw the little body within it. The faint smell of distress and sick was coming off of them.

Knowing the humans, he kept a fair distance away from the box until it was fully lowered to the bottom of the tank. When the ropes had fully detached he made he way towards the box. At least the sick bastards didn't lock the little one in there. They could have drowned if they did.

Prowl was honestly a bit out of his depth in talking to young kids. The autobot pod didn't have any, the youngest was probably hot rod and they had found him when he was already a teen. Figuring the best way to gather their atte tion was to talk Prowl gently called out to the little form that laid there. The poor thing curled tight in fear slowly unfurled seemingly seeming him approable.

Prowl reached out to touch him, but being unsure of how to start allowed the baby to initiate first contact. Now up close, Prowl was thankful that no visible bruises were seen on the baby. But, it did to his eyes look slightly tired and flushed. Must have been the panic of being moved here taking its toll. They looked old enough to start talking but the little one was silent.

When the baby grasped his finger, Prowl was glad the terror twins weren't there to see him freeze. The world grew smaller until it was just the too of them, a wave of warm emotions unfurled in Prow 's cold heart. If only for a nano click. Another small hand was roaming his chest, pawing at his skin funnily enough it was slightly tickling the adult amusing him.

Wanting to assess the baby further, Prowl brought the little hands to his face scenting them, the baby was slightly malnourished and smelt of burnt sour milk due to the fever raging. They were sicker than he thought and it worried him.

It was then the crowd outside returned him to reality. The loud shouts and cheering shatter their small moment. The baby frightened once again.

Prowl made quick work of the latches. Opening the box and reaching inside for the baby. They were leaving, he was fed up of the unwelcome eyes on them. The baby latched on and curled around his chest rather snuggly, he could feel that they were burning up.

With a few powerful whips of his tail, he breached the surface of the tank allow the little one to breathe. Before diving back down into his little cove to his. It barely fit the too of them.

Kelp was a common herb in the sea incorporated into almost any dish the autobot pod cooked or made. Prowl remembered ratchet giving a lecture to the twin about eating their veggies. That it was also a great staple in medicine for simple illness like fevers. Thinking fast, Prowl slipped out of the cover and grabbed some kelp to use it as medicine for the little one. The humans watched him in fascination but he hardly cared for them. Arriving back to the shivering baby, he chewed up some kelp in his mouth making sure it was turned to paste before spitting it out and feeding it to the little one.

He fed them 3 mouthfuls of kelp before the little one showed signs of being full and drowsy.

The baby nuzzled into his form looking up at him once bleary before laying down to sleep.

Not wanting to awake the little one, Prowl got comfortable for the long unmoving wait of nap time. While the baby slept, Prowl's mind whirled. Well, he definitely wasn't bored now.

'where were their mother, pod? what happened to them, how long had the baby been alone for can they actually speak' many other questions swarmed his mind.

Most of all, his escape plan now had an additional variable. If he were to escape he would be bringing the baby with him. He could only pray to a god he didn't quite believe in: primus to be so merciful to them.

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#transformers #prowl #jazz #transformer sparkling #baby oc #or baby bluestreak take your pick #for funsies #writing ideas #jazzprowl #Eventually yes but for now is a slow burn #inspired by other great fics on ao3 really #writing #first time writer

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littlelightbolt · 1 year ago

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Finding Prowl - a JazzProwl + baby Blue Mer AU

Never really written stuff before but this idea was stuck on me so I've put it out in bullet point form.

I'm looking for mabye someone to give me more ideas on this one, cause I only have certain scenes in my mind.

This is very much a setting-the-scene chapter, I have 2 more written-ish coming.

If anyone interested please message me.

Chapter 1: The capture.

Open on the wild kelp forest, sunny waters where the light filters the sands in rays of colour.

A group of otters are foraging the deeps for clams

One particular one has got their haul in their pouch. Content.

A shrill cry echoes through the waters

The otters scatter, from within the Kelp a higher pitched keen sounds back

A juvenile orca mer floats through the green curtains.

They seem to be having fun, doing spins and zooming with the tidal movements. They take care to not get too close to the shore.

With a flip if their tail they depart off to deeper waters to reunite with what seems to be returning hunting party and mum successful and full from a good hunt.

With a shell clutched close, the young one meets with mum. Showing off the pretty find as they get their fill nursing.

Mother holds the close, the water was warm, the waves calming the sun bright.

It will forever be ingrained in the young ones mind.

The moment shifts as a new noise arrives

Loud and noisy it cuts out all other sound of life, it grows louder and in their direction.

The pod around him grows tense, the young one cautiously curious not knowing why the sound was bad

In a flash the matriarch let's out a shrill command and the pod scatters

Mum and the little take off staying close together. The little one tries their hardest to keep up, wild with fear bled off their mother. She urges them to the kelp forest. Once within they would be safe.

But, whatever was chasing them seemed faster yet. A sharp shadow blocked out the sun above them. The baby whines with fear . The mother urges them to dive.

A horrid sound rocks the water, disorienting the poor baby and mother. They become immobile. The young one literally quaking in pain and fear scents the water around them.

A splat, something enters the waters, the young one see a strange mesh of holes surround them. They start to panic struggle but the mesh has entangled him. Their sharp cry is echoed by their mother who still wracked with pain tries to come to their rescue, clawing the material to no avail. The ropes were too thick to cut through in time.

The young one pulled a pull upwards, their thrashing increased 3 fold.

With a wail, they are plucked from the warm water of his home to the brittle cold air of New Zealand.

He looks on in horror as his mother disappear from his sight , hidden by the white hard surfaces of the beast he was on.

As soon as he was flat on the hard surface, strange bipedal creatures went down on him, putting wet furry things on their flank and yelling over them in harsh tones. The smell of long dead fish greets him.

The wails of his mother can still be heard overboard and he shrieks for ever help.

The boat rocks sideways as they see their mothers hands grasps the walls to reach him.

A glint of a weird shiny barrel winks from the grasp of one of the bipedals however. The little one watches in confused horror as it is pointed at their mother.

She sees it too late.

BANG!

The little one silences. The mother is quiet. There is red leaking onto the floor, it reaches the little one as the ship continues to rock. It smells like warm blood, it coats some of their side.

Mother is silent, stock still almost. Her face locked in a scary gaze. She rocks and slides unsteadily, and falls back into the ocean.

The cry of the seagulls just got louder. The bipedals began to bark again at one another!

“The fuzz is on their way! Let’s move out!

With the the familiar sound of a motor hits the shocked babies ears faintly as the shudders of the boat lock them into their fate.

They get moved to a little water pen, only as wide as the length of their body. They couldn’t move at all.

It was there the little one cold, hungry and scared cried itself to sleep. Praying their mother would come and save them.

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#transformers #prowl #jazz #oc as baby or its bluestreak up to you #merformers #idea #Didn't really think I'll have the brain stamina to actually go through with this here we are pleasantly suprised #Ideas are welcome #But i do have a general idea of it mabye?#writers on tumblr #First time writer really #transformer sparkling #for funsies #fanfiction #my work #Finding Prowl

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