This is something I wrote in March of 2014. On my AO3 under Scorpid Drabbles, chapter 7, you can find an image that InMoNochrome drew of Scorpid Jazz wearing purple chained jewelry while holding scorpii Bluestreak.

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Prowl sighed as his little mate walked around their home while carrying tiny Bluestreak. The delicate, balanced swish of his Queen's hips made his doorwings perk and flare slightly, although Prowl was able to control his tail.

The jewelry now adorning Jazz's body perfectly complemented the pure black frame it rested on and Prowl once again felt happy that he had crafted it.

A soft clinking sound drew his attention to the purple chain around Jazz's waist, drawing his gaze back down the swaying hips.

Prowl purred softly as he slinked up behind his Queen to wrap his arms around that perfect waist, settling both hands over their sparkling as Bluestreak looked up at him curiously.

Both sparkling and sire rested their helms on Jazz's shoulder to look at one another, completely ignoring the soft, amused huff from the Queen.

Prowl blew a soft gust of air along Bluestreak's sensory panels, causing the sparkling to squeak in surprise at the sudden chill. A tiny hand cautiously reached for its sire, only to get distracted by a soft prodding touch on his side.

A laugh spilled out of Bluestreak's mouth when he saw and felt his sire's clawed hand lightly tickling him.

Prowl's hand shrank away minutely when a black hand batted at his. He looked at his Queen in minor betrayal before he grinned mischievously at the grin he could see being concealed.

He renewed his "attack" on Bluestreak's sides, using one hand to keep his mate's hand away, and the other to tickle the sparkling.

He didn't count on Jazz dragging his tail into the mix, though. A gentle tap to his wrist made Prowl look down, and his optics widened.

He yanked his hand back just before Jazz's tail coiled around it. The Queen literally leapt forward as he felt his King's grip on his body falter, and a delighted laugh broke out into the air, followed by a sparkling's squeal as air rushed past tiny doorwings.

Jazz looked back at his mate, quite ready to enjoy a game of Keep the Sparkling Away from the King.

He slowly backed away as his mate advanced upon him, eyeing the sparkling in his arms. When Prowl darted toward him, he dodged to the side and set off at a run out of the building with a sparkling clinging to his chest.

Peals of laughter escaped him as Prowl gave chase.