Hey everyone! So, I made these drabbles of gift fics for my friends here on because I wanted to do something sweet for them, since they've been so good to me.
A/N: This first one is for NightlyOwl103 (Owly-Kins), one of my oldest and sweetest friend!
Diclaimer: DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS! Do Not Own song :Santa Baby! Mellow belongs to Owly!
Pairing: : Jazz/Prowl (Transformers G1)
Summary:When Prowl and Jazz's daughter becomes excited about Christmas, Jazz wants to make it a better experience for Prowl—by dressing up!
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Santa Baby
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"Mama what's Christmas?"
Jazz jumped a bit, some of the warm energon he had been drinking dripping down his chin and Prowl froze up and stared at her with shuttering optics as Jazz turned to looked at their little femling. Mellow continued looking at her mother and father, her helm tilted to the side in innocent curiosity as she looked at him expectantly.
The saboteur shuttered his optics in confusion, wondering where that question about one of the humans' peculiar holidays had even come from. He remembered in the early days of the war on Earth how Spike always got excited around this time of year and had given a brief explanation of it.
Prowl cleared his vocalizer, "Mellow, where did you hear about this?"
"From my human friend, Daniel. He was talking about some strange human named Santa Clause and said he only comes at Christmas Time…what's that?" she tilted her helm.
Jazz hummed, "Well mah sweetlin', it's a human holiday dat focuses on the importance of famileh and givin'," he smiled, remembering how Sparkplug had explained that at this time of the year, it brought out the good emotions amongst the humans all over the world and was a time to celebrate peace and goodness that could be found in everyone.
"Givin'?" Mellow tilted her helm in confusion, her turquoise optics widening beneath her little visor.
Jazz chuckled, "Yes sweetlin'. Givin'."
"Well, technically it's pronounced giving," Prowl corrected gently, while checking his chronometer "And second this human holiday is quite special in their culture and is going to be in a few days…"
"OOH!" Mellow squealed excitedly suddenly, bouncing on her little pedes, "Does that mean we can get a Christmas tree and celebrate with the humans? I wanna meet this Santa Clause Daniel keeps talkin' about!"
Prowl raised an optic ridge, "Mellow, my dear one, Santa Clause is…."
"Sho baby. I'm sure the Prahm won't mind since he's buseh with his own family at the moment…." Jazz answered, cutting off his bond-mate, as he reached down to pick up Mellow, smiling at her "We'll get'cha a nice big ol' tree and we'll get us some decorations and we'll see if everyone else will join us…"
Prowl looked at his mate, his jaw dropping slightly. He was about to protest, but a sharp look from through his mate's visor shut the tactician up. He knew that look. A human holiday. They would be celebrating one of the most illogical human holidays on this planet. As he checked over the points of the holiday, he had to keep himself from wheezing when he read over the passage that all work places would be shut down on that day and knowing his mate…..
I need some high grade for when this is over..
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Well, finding a tree big enough for the base hadn't been as hard as one might have thought. They had had gone around to the forests with Mellow riding on Jazz's shoulder, while Prowl had brought Ratchet's power saw (courtesy of Sunny and Sides, who he promised a free pass for pranking for one day) and proceeded to get a tree.
Once they had brought it to the base, Carly, Spike and little Daniel entered the base with boxes and boxes of the "ornaments" for them to put up.
Prowl spent is time calculating how much tinsel and how many lights to put on the tree without over stocking on them and how many ornaments could fit on each branch.
Mellow giggled as she pulled out the shiny, golden strands of tinsel with her Mama. She ran around with it, chasing the three year old Daniel with it, saying she was gonna wrap him in it.
Jazz snorted, before he laughed at the sight, while picking up a reef decorated with a bright red bow in the middle. He hung it up at the opening while Christmas lights hung around it, with help from Grapple and Hoist.
So far, things were going good and at least Prowl was helping out and not being a fragger about it.
He smiled as he walked towards his mate, his hips swaying slightly, kissing his cheek.
"An' how is mah darlin' doin?" Jazz grinned, nuzzling his helm.
Prowl hummed, "I haven't crashed yet, despite all this nonsense."
"Aaaaw, mah Prowler's doing so good with all this, Ah guess I'll hafta…."
"Jazz." Prowl cut him off sharply, warningly, "No."
The visored mech pouted and slumped, "You're mean."
"No, I have a reputation to maintain. You're already pushing the limit by making me go through with this. I only do this because it makes Mellow happy," the Tactician checked off a few things from the list, "Besides, I've got a lot to get done for this…this…..holiday of illogic…." He grumbled as he turned and went to check on outside decorations.
Jazz pouted as he stood there, his arms crossed over his chest plating as he watched his mate walk off. Even when planning for a holiday that dictated for families to do things together, he still finds ways to get work done.
Then he grinned. Why should it matter now? Especially with his special surprise for his mate on Christmas Eve….
"Mama?"
Jazz shuttered his optics, before he looked down and then smiled at his daughter with tinsel wrapped around her neck like a feather boa and some on her head.
"Yes baby?" he chuckled softly at the sight of her.
The little femling held up a bright golden object up to him, "Can ya help me put it up on the top?" she pointed at the tree.
The smiled on Jazz's face widened, "Of course little bit. C'mon."
He lifted his little femling and carried her to the large tree before them. He lifted her up as far as his servos could lift towards the top of their Christmas Tree. He laughed and chuckled as she clapped her servos in excitement once it was set perfectly on to it.
"It looks AWESOME!" she flailed her little arms, squealing as the lights lit up and the star glitter beautifully on top of the decorated evergreen.
"Only 'cause you helped us out darlin'," he kissed her helm, before there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned and he smiled, "Hey there Mirage, whaddup?"
The former noble cleared his throat, holding a box in his servos. He looked back and forth suspiciously to make sure no one was looking before he handed the box to Jazz.
"I did what you asked sir, though I hope you don't mind a few alterations to it to make it fit your figure better an accentuate a few other 'areas'," Mirage explained, patting the box and a nod, "I hope you have fun Christmas Eve night…."
Jazz gave a grin, as he took a peak, before he snickered with a devilish grin, "Oh Ah'm sure it's gonna be a grand ol' time for me and Prowler…"
"I heard that Jazz!"
The TIC winced, but chuckled as his mate's ire at his supposed lack of memory for his real name. He snorted, shaking his helm, while Mellow was looking at her Mama in curiosity as to what Mirage had given him.
"Mama, don't ya know now ta open you're present before Christmas?" She crossed her arms over her little chassis.
He gasped in faux horror, before closing the box, "Ah'm sorry darlin', Mama wasn't thinkin'."
He chuckled softly when she gave him studious look, before she nodded in approval.
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Prowl groaned as he collapsed back on to the couch, grumbling and growling to himself softly. His door wings felt stiff. His back was soar. His processor ached from the energon taste testers from Wheeljack to see if they could imitate some human flavors that humans have used for treats. He's been working double time to finish all reports before the holiday since Prime had ordered everyone to not work Christmas Day.
Tonight was Christmas Eve and he hoped his daughter wouldn't attempt to stay up late to see if this…this fictional character the humans seemed to center their holiday around! Hopefully Jazz hadn't allowed their daughter to become obsessed with him like the human younglings did.
He wondered if the Cons had to deal with any of this nonsense.
"Hey, hey, hey!"
Prowl yelled when arms wrapped around his neck and tilted his helm back, narrowing his optics at his bond-mate.
"How is mah bebe?" Jazz kissed his helm, and nuzzled it.
"I'm going to murder the human who decided this holiday was a good idea," he hissed.
Jazz grinned, while nuzzling his mate "Hmm, I see you're takin' it well then?"
"Meh," the Tactician off-lined his optics and leaned his helm back. This had been a stressful night and thankfully Mellow was in recharge now…peacefully sleeping away the night….
Hmmm, recharging right now didn't sound so bad….
However, his comfy bond-mate pulled away, his arms unwrapping from him as the saboteur walked around.
"Jazz, where are you go—?" he choked back on his words as he kept himself from a processor crash when Jazz stepped around into full view.
The saboteur grinned, as he put his arms over his helm, purring softly. He showed off the outfit that Mirage had made him and given to him. It was a red silk, sort of dress like outfit, with white furry lining on the bottom of the skirts and at the top. It was also…clingy.
"See somethin' ya like Prowler?" Jazz purred, and smirked, running his servos down the sides of his risqué outfit.
The tactician spluttered, as he looked his bond-mate up and down, feeling heat filling his face plates in a deep blush.
"Ah thought Ah'd try and getcha in ta the holiday spirit while Mellow's in recharge, with an early Christmas present…." He smiled seductively, a soft purr in his voice as he snapped his fingers.
Music came on.
Prowl was speechless, as he watched his mate place his servos on his curved hips, his back to him a moment. He cocked his hips to the side slightly, at the slow beat. Wherever the speakers were from, his mate's personal radio or a speaker hidden somewhere, the tactician didn't know but before he could protest out of fear that Mellow would be woken up, Jazz…..
Jazz started singing.
"Santa baby, just slip a sable undeh mah tree,
Fer me…
Been an awful good mech
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimneh ta night…"
Prowl wheezed as his mate swayed his hips when strutting over to him.
"Santa baby, a 54 convertible too
Light blue…
Ah'll wait up for ya dear
Santa baby, so hurry down da chimneh too night…"
It felt like the heat seeping through his body, as he watched his mate's sensuous body, ignoring the lyrics in favor of those swaying hips, the soft lips forming the words of the lyrics, how his servos moved so torturously over his body….
He blushed so hard, he could have sworn his plating was melting as those lovely, strong legs straddled his hips.
"Think o' all de fun Ah've missed…
Think o' all de fellas that Ah haven't kissed..
Next year ah could be
Just as good…
If you'd check off mah Christmas li—"
He couldn't take it. Prowl grabbed his mate and rolled them over to the floor, cutting the music short, as he kissed him hard, despite the laugh Jazz let out.
Maybe this Christmas thing wasn't such a bad idea after all…
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When she woke up, the only source of light in her room was the gentle glow of the Christmas lights along her window and door frame where golden tinsel wrapped around them as well. Her Mama had helped her decorate her room for the human holiday….
She sat up and gasped when she remembered...
She checked her little clock beside her in the shape of a cyber-owl and she squealed when she saw it was midnight, but that also meant…!
"Santa…!" she whispered, running out of her room and going down towards the living room to where her Papa had placed a smaller tree of their own to celebrate.
However as she turned to the corner to the room with the tree, she froze and blinked at the sight that caught and held her optics. She tilted her helm.
Why was her Mama lying on top of Papa in recharge beneath the tree?
The two mechs were deep in recharge under the tree…there was a white fabric with fluffy white stuff on it that was off to the side and rumpled in a heap.
Jazz was cuddled against his mate, his helm resting on his shoulder (and thank primus they had cleaned up with a spare cloth and closed themselves up!) and Prowl held his mate's servo as they both recharges, their systems humming happily and warmly.
Mellow tilted her helm at her parents, before she gave a small smile. They looked so peaceful and content and she couldn't bring herself to wake them up even to help her open presents. A yawn escaped her and come to think of it she was pretty tired still…..
She looked over and she grabbed a large blanket and went to her parents. She pulled the blanket over them as she moved to snuggle between them. They were warm….
She chirred and purred as she curled up between her Mama and Papa, feeling them curling around her instinctively.
As she slipped into recharge between the two Cybertronians who had made her, Mello sighed contently.
"Merry Christmas..." she whispered.
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