An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Transformers: Prime, Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Vehicon & Autobots, Vehicon & Wheeljack, (but not that Wheeljack)
Characters: Vehicons (Transformers), XL-917 (Vehicon), Wheeljack (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Sunstreaker (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers)
Additional Tags: continuity crossover, Misunderstandings, Canon Typical Violence, Dimension Travel, Vehicons - Freeform, the horror of thinking too hard about vehicons, Action/Adventure, Rescue Missions, Defection, (not a real tag yet. YET), Hurt/Comfort, (broadly speaking), Enemies to Friends, Continuity Soup (Transformers)
Summary:
The life of a Vehicon is—as they say—exciting and—as a given—short. XL-917 mostly expects to die when chucked through a definitely malfunctioning space bridge, especially when it immediately lands him in the middle of more Autobots than he's ever even seen. Also they're all kinda... off. Uglier than he remembers? All small and square and acting like they don't casually dismember Vehicons every week. He’s pretty sure someone was supposed to have cut him in half at this point—but given they haven’t, it’s probably going to be a bad day.
AAAAAAAND we're done (or, we HAVE been done, but now we’re POSTED) :) wrote a @tf-bigbang fic this year with jabberish on ao3 and two artists, @fishleeks and @aecholapis. it was a great time and I'm absolutely taking at least a two year break, haha.
This is a (rewritten) one-shot based on @sisi-sarsoura's request for Phemto(my sona/oc) and Swad (litemong and song_a's baby) having a picnic
i hope you enjoy!
"You seem quite impressed by the place." Swad laughed at his friend's expression when she first stepped inside of the garden.
Phemto couldn't help but laugh as well. "Well, what did you expect when showing me your particular natural reserve that you call a garden?"
Swad let out a polite chuckle. "This place isn't as big as it used to be. When I arrived it was a big forest, you know? But there were some vermins people who destroyed part of it before I intervened."
"Do you have some attachment to this place?" Phemto asked. She then noticed that they were talking about HIS garden in HIS property. She wanted to facepalm herself.
She probably made a fun expression as she was roasting herself internally, because Swad laughed at her with no ill intentions.
"Oh, darling, I can tell you are beating yourself. This was supposed to be a moment for us to hang out and have fun." Swad proclaimed. He now seemed to be more bothered about her negative feelings than any other stupid questions she could make, looking at her with a... worried gaze? It was hard to tell because he was smiling as always.
"Alright, sorry..." She said sheepishly. The skeleton put a and on her shoulder as he guided her to their picnic spot.
"This place looks a lot alike the forest I lived nearby when I was a kid." He admitted with a soft tone. "Sadly the universe where it belonged to has been destroyed long ago..."
"I see..." Phemto said. She now feared that her question brought bad memories. Swad seemed kind of... distant as he explained things to her.
She supposed it was for the better to change the subject. "What are we having? Is the food that good for you to insist that I shouldn't bring anything?"
"Impatient, aren't you?~" Swad said with a teasing expression. "Well, the spot is right there, so why don't we discover?"
The spot was,in fact, a couple feet in front of them. They walked in direction to it and sat down. Phemto could only observe how the place was beautiful.
Apparently her friend chose a part of the garden next to a lake, with their spot being under a tree. There were also some small flowers growing near the lakeshore. That really made Phemto wish tis wouldn't be the only time she was going to be asked to go toa picnic.
She helped Swad to unpack the food he brought. Was he the one who did it? He never mentioned about cooking...
She picked a sandwich and started eating it. Chicken. Well, it tasted good.
She picked a bottle with some red liquid, preparing to serve herself and Swad when he stopped her.
"Darling, I think you picked my bottle." He said kindly. "I'd like to share, but I had to add some things that would probably ruin the taste for you. Here, lemme serve this instead."
He poured some beverage of similar color, though its color tone was less intense. It smelled like tea.
The bat monster thanked her friend as she took a sip from her cup, watching the other pour his own beverage in his cup. The liquid seemed more viscous and had a funny yet quite familiar smell... which she couldn't tell what it was.
"Well, how have your week been?" Swad asked after taking a sip from his cup.
"There weren't as many costumers for Ms. Muffet's dismay." Phemto said. "I would like to say that he was one of the few people I saw, but he wasn't."
Swad hummed in acknowledge, seeming upset by those news, but he recomposed himself quickly. "...Is it just that? You didn't do anything else?"
"My life is not as exciting as you think." The bat monster teased. "The only different thing that happened was your invite."
"How about you?" She asked.
"I didn't do much as well. We just threw a small party for one of my business partners' birthday."
"Oh, Was the party good?"
"Yes! We even managed to make some good deals."
Phemto wasn't sure about what exactly was this business Swad had, but at this point she supposed it had something to do with him. Of course she never asked about it, in fear of both meddling with something she shouldn't know (otherwise Swad would have already told her, right?) and making her friend upset.
She hoped one day he could her what it was. Swad was one of her greatest friends more like one of the only and yet she knew so, so less about him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Justified
Relationship: Boyd Crowder/Raylan Givens
Characters: Raylan Givens, Boyd Crowder, Original Child Character(s), Art Mullen, Rachel Brooks, Tim Gutterson, Ava Crowder, Winona Hawkins, Helen Givens
It’s my 5 year anniversary on AO3 today! It’s been such a wild and wonderful time and I’m super grateful for all the amazing ppl I met through the years :) starting to post fanfic there truly was one of the best decisions.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jazz/Prowl (Transformers)
Characters: Jazz (Transformers), Ravage (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers)
Additional Tags: First Dates, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Familiars, (which Jazz does not have but Soundwave does), No Cybertronian Civil War, Jazz is a magical nuke but he's basically just hangin out
Summary:
Jazz has a date—only problem is, he has to step on toeboxes to get there.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jazz & Moonracer (Transformers), Jazz & Ricochet (Transformers), Moonracer & Whirl (Transformers)
Characters: Moonracer (Transformers), Jazz (Transformers), Ricochet (Transformers), Female Autobots (Transformers)
Additional Tags: Epistolary, Cybertronian Civil War, Friendship, Injury Recovery, Disabled Character, Snipers, Background Poly, Trans Male Character
Summary:
Selected wartime communications from Moonracer of Praxus, sniper and scout of the Iacon Autobot Cell, to his best friend Jazz of Helex, special operations department head.
