15 April 2013 @ 12:37 am
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ultharkitty[personal profile] ultharkitty on April 18th, 2013 06:53 am (UTC)
Fandom: Transformers
Continuity: G1 AU
Characters/Pairings: Vortex/First Aid, ensemble
I'm working to finish a WIP, of which almost 80k has already been posted here.
The snippet is G rated, the fic itself is NC-17 and contains dark themes. Content advice is listed in full in the fic summary.

Snippet is from the beginning of Chapter 16.

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They were talking about him. First Aid wished Wheeljack would start explaining the exo-suit, he wished his energy field wasn't crawling with guilt and shame and a heat he couldn't dismiss. He wished Streetwise was just a little further away, that he couldn't tell his team mates were talking on a private channel, that he had no idea about their concern, their helplessness.

As Carly prepared for her test run, First Aid realised it wasn't just his team. Wheeljack didn't usually keep that quiet, Smokescreen didn't have a habit of avoiding eye contact.

He fought to keep his vents steady.

“Ready!” Wheeljack announced, making First Aid jump.

Carly grinned, and took her first shaky step in her new legs. Smokescreen applauded. Blades shuffled his stool closer to Groove. Streetwise stayed quiet.

First Aid was sure they all noticed him eyeing the door.
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karrenia_rune[personal profile] karrenia_rune on May 14th, 2013 01:35 pm (UTC)
Postcards (SG U/SGA) fusion
“You pull me through when I felt that I could no longer stand and face the day and you light up my darkest hours, TJ.”
“Aren’t you being just a little over-dramatic, Colonel Young.”
“Please, T.J, at this particular moment just call me Everett.”
“All right, Everett. You know, after everything we’ve been through, it doesn’t feel at all awkward as it hear myself call you by your name.
“I am relieved to hear you say that, and that’s why I needed to talk to you.”
“In an unofficial capacity, I assume?” she asked.
“I know it’s selfish of me to be more concerned for you as, I don’t if what we have together is what one would strictly call a relationship, given our respective ranks, but….”
“But what?” she asked, nervously tapping the heels of her hand against the sides of her uniform slacks, unaware at the moment that she was biting her lower lip and stared the thick ridge of eyebrows directly above those deep, dark brown eyes that in all the time that she had known him seemed capable of expressing a whole range of emotions, from compassion and anger and back again.
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