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avvail-whumps · 5 months

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Can we get an alternate ending where Leo tells the truth and Sharpe is determined to get Roy punished whereas Roy is already planning how to hurt Leo more

‘guns for hire’ — alternative ending (money solves everything)

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cw: past captivity, past torture, rescue, slight recovery whump, whumpee referred to as “kid” but he’s an adult, discussions of dub-con, stockholme syndrome, minor blood, violence, manhandling, recapture, kidnapping, implied non-con at the end (nothing explicit)

Leo didn’t actually remember nodding his head.

It was like he had been dreaming; everything had been floating like his head was flying off his shoulders, all the words they spoke like muffles in his ears.

Sharpe had come round the desk, his hands heavy on his shoulders and grounding him back into reality. He hadn’t even realised that there were tears streaming down his cheeks until Summers had appeared by his other side with a box of tissues.

“It’s okay, Leo,” she whispered softly, and there was relief in her eyes. Relief that Leo wasn’t sure he was feeling right now. “Can I wipe your face? Is that okay?”

He felt himself nod his head that time. That was a miracle in itself. Her gentle hands wiped the tears from his face with a soft tissue, a warm touch that didn’t make him feel as comforted as Roy’s. His throat closed up in terror. What had he done? He’d disobeyed his orders and he’d told them.

Why? Why had Leo done that?

“But I love him,” Leo sobbed, and Summer paused for a second, a grimace on her face.

“It’s not love, Leo,” she answered gently, as if she was treading on thin ice or that he was made of glass and could break any minute. His shaking hands tried to scrub the tears away.

“He’s going to be so mad at me.”

The words had become clogged in his throat, and Sharpe squeezed his shoulders again, trying not to let him spiral. Leo wasn’t sure if it was working or not, because he could just imagine Roy in the same building as him, blissfully unaware of the fact that he’d just destroyed any chance of theirs to be together.

Because that was what they both wanted.

“Roy doesn’t love you.”

They both wanted it.

“What you’re feeling may seem like love, but it’s not real.”

He was so sure of that.

Summers set the box of tissues down on the table, easing him out of his relentless thoughts. His puffy eyes met her own gaze, pooling with deep sympathy. Sympathy? Why sympathy?

“Roy isn’t going to hurt you again, kid,” Sharpe cut in, drawing his attention away from the female detective with a soft blink. “You’re gonna spend some time in Witness Protection, alright? He won’t be able to touch you again. You, or any of the others.”

His back suddenly spurred with this stinging pain, reminding him of the whip tearing his muscles apart, the blinding agony that he’d succumbed to. The person who whipped him had a blurry face, but just for a second, he saw Roy’s eyes.

But he was also kind. He cooked with him - he was bad at things and he laughed when he would. He didn’t want to let that go. It was all he ever wanted.

He heard Sharpe turn to Summers, his voice quiet. “I want him at the hospital and I want him properly fed and comfortable. I want a psyciatrist called for an evaluation before they want him in court to testify.”

“Psychiatrist?” Leo croaked, his heart thundering. Sharpe offered a small smile.

“Yeah, kid,” he nodded. “You’ve been through a lot. You’ll get the help you need.”

The two kind detectives had stayed by his side until his tears stopped, and Leo was able to exit the stuffy room in order to see his father. It had been an amazing thing, to feel his dad hug him so tightly for the first time, and he hadn’t even wanted to let go. Leo’s head had remained plastered to his father’s shoulder during the journey to hospital, and after riding in silence, Leo had dissolved into sobs once again.

His father held him tightly, so tightly, but it wasn’t tight enough to fill that hollow void that was tearing him apart. His father’s arms embraced him, cupping the back of his head and tucking him under his chin, in a way that any child would want to be held.

Once his time at the hospital had passed, his mind only consumed with thoughts of Roy, he’d sat through his first session with a psychiatrist. It was a tall, blond woman - she seemed nice, but Leo couldn’t focus on that when all he could think was how much he wanted to leave.

“Did you have a sexual relationship with Mr Gatlin, Leo?” She had asked gently, like the words hadn’t made his stomach twist with dread. His eyes were focused on the glass table in front of them, like maybe if he stared at it for long enough, he would see Roy’s face in the reflection instead of the psychiatrist.

Leo’s foot tapped anxiously. “Yes.”

He’d wanted to lie, but what was the point? It felt like she could see right through him. The sessions were one of the most uncomfortable things he had ever had to experience. The anxiousness, the embarrassment, the idea of spilling his darkest secrets and thoughts to a complete stranger in the lonesome room.

He imagined what it would be like if Roy was here, holding his hand to help him get through it.

“But why would he have sex with me if he didn’t love me?” Leo softly breathed towards the end of the session, his eyes gleaming with pain. He rubbed his thumb against the scars on his wrist, refusing to meet her eyes. They were too sharp, too imposing, like she could read every thought in his little head.

“You experienced life changing traumas during your captivity, Leo,” the psychiatrist offered. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Mr Gatlin expressed qualities your mind was tricked into thinking was genuine kindness. He took advantage of your vulnerability. Your need for that physical affection.”

Her lips curved slightly.

“Have you always believed that sex is a romantic gesture?”

Leo nodded his head slowly. “Why would someone do that if they didn’t love them? Why would they bother?”

“A lot of people separate their sexual needs from their romantic ones. It’s a blurry line, but there is a line, Leo.”

“He told me he loved me,” he sniffled, pressing his hands into his face. He could feel himself shaking. “He, He said that he...”

“Mr Gatlin kidnapped and tortured you,” she softly spoke, slowly pushing the box of tissues closer towards him. She settled back in her chair with a sigh. “Do you really think someone like that is capable of truly loving you?”

Leo let out a quiet sob. Everyone was telling him that he didn’t love him - that these feelings were born out of necessity and trauma, that his isolated childhood was playing a part in his psyche. He ran his fingers through his hair.

“How frequently did you and Mr Gatlin have sex, Leo?”

He lifted his head, gently wiping away the tears. His heart squeezed a little. “Um, I suppose...often.”

“How long had this relationship been formed before you were separated?”

“I think...” He swallowed uneasily. “Not that long. I can’t really remember.”

The psychiatrist nodded her head. She was always incredibly patient with him, and that made it all the more easier. He frequently visited her during the court sessions, which he found himself avoiding, only until the day he had to testify.

He had kept his eyes downcast, despite seeing the man—he...loved? Thought he loved?—seated in his peripheral. He’d recited everything that had happened, answered the questions, and left. Sharpe had given him a lift, though it wasn’t easy to hear his and Summers conversation while he stared out of the window.

“We’ll win this case,” Summers had said, and yet Sharpe had let out a sharp tut.

“Yeah, that’s if his uncle doesn’t have the judge or the even damn jury in his backpocket.”

“Not with the kid in the car.”

Sharpe had always kept in touch over the months. Asked him how he was doing, how he felt about the psychiatrist – he came round for dinner sometimes, and his father seemed more than happy to cook. Leo sometimes found himself smiling and laughing along with them, but other times, he would be picking at his food with only one person on his mind.

Later, Roy was found guilty.

His father had hugged him and sobbed hysterically, thanking everybody out there and keeping him so close. Leo had cried too, but not for the same reason.

The mercenary was never truly off his mind. Even if it was easier to go about his day without being consumed by him every waking hour, he was still there. Somewhere.

Whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

Holding him close.

Having sex with him and telling him he loved him at the same time.

Leo was curled up in bed, late at night, when he heard his father’s phone ring. He hadn’t been able to sleep well, and carefully listened into the muffled conversation from his comfortable position.

“Oh, Detective,” his father greeted, his voice melting into warmth and excitement. Leo’s ears perked up. He wondered why he was calling so late at night. “Are you—?”

His father was abruptly cut off. Faintly, during the silence, Leo’s blood spiked with anticipation.

“Bail—?” His father all but cried, and he could sense the crushing despair in his voice. “But it was so high!”

Leo’s heart rate began to pick up. Bail? They could only be talking about Roy. The bail had been expensive, so expensive it would have been impossible for someone, even of the uncle’s stature, to pay it off. How? How so quickly?

Leo heard a thundering crashing noise, and suddenly, he was leaping out of bed in fear. He rushed out of his room and into the corridor, the sight of his father’s limp body sprawled along the floor making him almost scream.

“Dad!” He called out, collapsing to his knees beside him in horror to find blood pooling around his head. Tears stabbed his eyes. “No, no, no, no, please.”

His fingers gripped his shirt desperately, the panicked thoughts going haywire in his mind. He could feel the static consuming his hearing, making it all fuzzy and incomprehensible as he squeezed his eyes shut, all those horrible memories crashing into him.

“He’s not dead,” came a firm voice, and Leo’s head snapped up to meet the smiling face of Roy. It was a cold smile. “Still breathing.”

The secretary made a dash, but as always, as it had been since day one, Roy was quicker.

Fingers tightened in his hair and slammed his face into the wall, a gutteral groan tearing from his throat when stars erupted in his vision. The gloved hand kept him there, hearing a sharp sigh from Roy.

“I’m so fucking disappointed, lion.”

The tears streamed down his face. It felt like his knees were going to give out on him.

“The worst part, is that I’m absolutely livid, too,” he hissed, and God, Leo had never heard anger dripping off Roy’s words like this. The worst part, was that they both knew he was holding himself back.

“I really thought you were smart,” he hummed, pressing his face harder into the wall. Leo let out a pained sob, his breathing picking up. “I leave you alone for forty-eight hours, and they manage to get into that little head of yours.”

Roy jerks his head back, spinning him around so that he’s facing him. His knees can barely even support his own weight, staring at the face he’d failed to get out of his own head.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, choking on a breath. “I’m so, so sorry—”

“You’re sorry now?” Roy snapped, his lip curled into a snarl. “You’re a fucking mess. Look at you. This could have even easy, but you’ve only gone and made this way harder than it has to be.”

The mercenary sighed sharply, his eyes flickering over to his father’s unmoving body. They softened, just a fraction.

“New names, new identity,” he hummed, tilting his head. “Shame. I like you as a blond.”

Leo sucked in a gasping breath. The grip on his hair was absolutely unrelenting, and he hadn’t eased up for even a second. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but the mercenary just gave him a violent shake, and it died on his tongue. An unspoken I love you, even after everything. Leo wondered if it was real or because he was scared.

“I’m so mad,” he reiterated, his jaw clenched as those fiery eyes bore into his own. “I could break both your legs and make you crawl after me. But you know what? I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to hurt you, lion. I’m going to do something much, much worse.”

The hand violently pushed him down to his knees, and Leo sucked in a hyperventilating breath. He looked up in horror when Roy started to unbuckle his belt.

“My uncle’s waiting for us both in the car,” Roy told him sharply, and his stomach twisted in dread at the word ‘us’. Us. He desperately shook his head.

“Roy, please—”

A harsh slap shut him up, and the hand returned to his hair as he started working his zipper down.

“Like I said, he’s waiting for us,” he growled, his eyes narrowed into vicious slits. “So that mouth better work quickly and give me a different kind of apology.”

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kmhya · 2 years

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‘86, baby || E. Munson

♡a/n~. a fix it fic if you will. also i didn’t proof read this so possibly riddled w mistakes

you could feel tears coming to your eyes as you heard eddie’s name being called from the stage. maybe it’s silly that you were getting so worked up about your boyfriend’s graduation but after two years of waiting, it didn’t feel real that this was actually happening.

you saw him stand up from his seat on the other side of the stage, a big grin on his face and his waved to the clapping crowd. yes there were as many jeers as there were cheers but did that faze him in the slightest? no. not when he could see his friends and the love of his life in the crowd.

eddie climbed the stairs up to the stage, approaching principal higgins with a shit eating grin on his face. the principal begrudgingly handed his diploma over and shook his hand. eddie gripped the man’s hand tight in response before ripping it out of his grip and turned to the crowd, his hands up in the air as he yelled, ‘86, baby!! it’s finally my year!!’. the crowd erupted in a series of applause and laughter as eddie bounded down the other side of the stage to join the other graduates.

after the ceremony had finished, you raced out of your seats along with the rest of the ‘gang’ to congratulate eddie. he didn’t see you coming until you yelled, ‘EDDIE!!’ at the top of your lungs. you charged into him like a bull and brought the two of you down with the momentum. grabbing his face, you smothered him in kisses and praise as he melted beneath you. ‘i’m so proud of you, ed, so so proud of you!’ you whispered to him. you meant every word of what you said. it wasn’t just the case of eddie overcoming the regular old school system, but being thrust into the world of the upside down, a bald girl with superpowers, and strange meat covered men with an affinity for destroying the world , and getting back up (albeit with a few new scars) and continuing on to get his diploma.

‘can you stop squashing him now and let us congratulate him?’ dustin asked, evidently over this over the top pda he was witnessing before him.

‘can it kid. just because your girlfriend is hundred of miles away doesn’t mean you have to shit on any happy relationship you set your little eyes on’ eddie joked, although there was no malice behind it at all. he stood up, bringing you with him, and took dustin under him arm.

the juniors of the hellfire club all surrounded eddie with slight sadness, saying the hellfire won’t be the same without them. being the drama king he was, eddie made a mini speech about passing the torch to the younger generation and to not miss him too much when he was gone, and after making them all feel worse, he gathered them all into a big hug and said that he’d make time for them play together outside of school.

‘he isn’t the only one who graduated y’know’. robin said flatly as she and robin approaches the group. everyone let out small cheers and claps making the two girls smile bashfully. more hugs and congratulations were exchanged before everyone decided to split up before meeting again later in the evening for a celebratory after party; just their group. the wheelers along with will, jonathan, el, left with their parents. dustin made a move to go with you and eddie but steve just grabbed him by the scruff and hauled his ass over to his car with robin. as they got further away, you could hear dustin’s confused complaints get quieter and quieter before it was just you and eddie left alone in the schools parking lot.

‘where to handsome? wanna head home so you can get changed?’ you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently combing your hands through the hair that rested there.

‘yeah, heading home sounds-’ he sighed dramatically, using his arms that were resting on your waist draw you in even closer so you were standing nose to nose, ‘-extremely tempting right now. but…not just because i want to get changed to got out. again.’ you grinned at his implication and nudged his nose with yours,

‘oh yeah? what ‘cha got in mind, big boy?’ you murmured. you two were unbearably close now, close enough that parents on the street would scoff and cover their children’s eyes as the passed.

‘wouldn’t you like to know, doll face. wouldn’t you like to know’ eddie laughed. he put an end to the teasing by meeting you in the middle for a kiss. you lips came together like waves colliding in the ocean, seamlessly.

you were so happy that you had eddie. so much could’ve gone wrong in only the past week or so but you both survived it, not without your fair share of permanent reminders, but it was ok, you had each other and all of your friends around you. whatever happened next, you reckoned you could handle it.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #gender neutral reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #fluff #one shot #reader insert #stranger things fic #fix it fic #alt ending #stranger things 4 spoiler #stranger things 4

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p-perkeys · 4 months

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"To the door, she walked.

Through the door, she walked.

Into the storm, she walked.

All of this, in more ways than one."

Alternate ending to the end of Wolverine #41.

Short and strange.

Enjoy.

#fanfic #ao3 link #short story #500 words #laura kinney #akihiro #daken akihiro #fang #wolverine #alt ending #what if #i was gonna call it a think piece til i googled what was a think piece #something entirely different that has to do with journalism #this is just mind drabble

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destialpal · 2 years

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almost two years later and i will still yell about how dean deserved to get out until i’m blue in the face. he was a hunter for 99% of his life, lost so many people to the job including himself by dying 112 times. he had always dreamed of the white picket fence, apple pie life, drinking on a beach somewhere. he wanted to settle down, be a freaking regular person once in his life and after finding out that he actually had never had any say in the matter with anything he did, and defeating literal god at the expense of his angel, HE DESERVED TO GET OUT.none of this “guns blazing’ crap bc in the end he didn’t even get that. he got 8 inches of rebar in his spine while fighting the fucking monster of the week.

after chuck they should have bowed out. their adopted son was god now, they were off the hook. the all deserved a beach vacation. toes in the sand, wearing those tacky dad shirts and cargo shorts, sipping on a fruity drink in a fun glass with a little umbrella. peace. that is what they should have gotten. and after their getaway dean and sam could have FINALLY worked out their co-dependance issues and gotten separate houses, separate lives for once. sam and eileen, dean and cas. peace. they get normal jobs, start making actual money, start a family idk. do you know how badly it pains me that dean never got to experience actually being a girl!dad??? bro that would have been his freaking dream job. cooking and baking all the time, cas reading and probably attending to his incredible garden bc this is my brain and i can do whatever i want with this. sam. eileen, jack all coming over for family dinners now and then, actually getting to celebrate the holidays. peace.

dean gets to live the life he always dreamed of and never thought he deserved (spoiler alert, he does deserve it). Alive and at peace with the people left he loves the most in this world. growing old and being buried somewhere, instead of salted and burned.

but seeing as he cant have all that... I hope he has some version of this in heaven.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #spn finale #anti finale #alt ending #dont mind my word vom im boared and mad at work rn

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zippocreed501 · 1 year

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On April 29, 1979 the last episode of the original Battlestar Galactica - 'The Hand of God' - was broadcast. What fans didn't realise is that an alternate ending was filmed but not used. In this unaired episode the Galactica finally made it to Earth, whereupon Commander Adama declared the planet 'a shithole' and the fleet moved on to find somewhere better.

#battlestar galactica #alt ending #sf #i wuz only joking #Youtube

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dismalzelenka · 2 months

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Febuwhump 9 - Bees Last Words

Went with the alt because I actually really like bees.

Pairing: Gale/Tav Warnings: Major Character Death

Context: Miriam's been subsumed by Hadar as a consequence of betraying her pact. Hypothetically, what if Gale made a different choice? A diverging ending to Calamitous Warlock verse.

Act 3 spoilers.

Read From Beginning || Previous || Next

Gale stops time.

The Crown of Karsus dangles in his hand as the world around him grinds to a halt. It feels like it has been an eternity since he’s channeled power of this magnitude, and he feels it in every part of his body as he struggles to maintain his focus.

Perhaps the worst part of it all is the way Miriam smiles at him through features twisted in pain. She’s being pulled apart, and Gale knows this, knows exactly what she’s done, and he finds the betrayal almost hurts more than the fact that he’s now facing eternity without her by his side.

“Mystra!” he roars. “I have your bloody Crown!” He can feel blood dripping from his nose, can taste copper on his lips. He can save her. If Mystra would grant him but one Wish spell, he can make it as though Miriam's pact had never sealed its inky tendrils into her soul. The Weave lives and breathes in her blood, and even as the corruption of the Far Realms tugs her into a state of non-existence, he can practically taste the ripple of power, of the endless buzz of chaos as her magic fights back.

It’s going to lose, of course. It’s going to lose because Miriam isn’t going to fight it. This has been her plan all along.

Isn’t this why he’s reforged the Crown to begin with? For the power to shape fate, to carve out his own destiny? Miriam was always supposed to be a part of that; he’s known it from the day she first breathed his name. What good is his power if he lets her slip through his fingers?

I love you, she’d whispered tearfully before her patron’s magic began to claim her whole. I’m sorry.

When you join the heavens, I hope you remember me.

As if he could ever forget her. As though the very idea of eternity isn’t losing its meaning right in front of his eyes.

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energeticadrianz · 11 months

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lol

#six the musical #six the musical au #foster care au #foster au #alt ending #jane seymour #katherine howard

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 5 months

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Tell about the scene where Marinette sees Talia :)

(Satisfied Alt. Ending)

So, Talia al Ghul is a character that is commonly misunderstood. Mostly because of He Who Must Not Be Named (idc if he has since apologized, he has completely ruined her character). Since His interpretation of her is so vitally important for Damian's character, she is constantly screwed over in canon and fanon.

Ignoring that interpretation, though, Talia is pretty much the epitome of someone who got brainwashed by her parents and is still feeling the effects of it even years later, despite the good influences she now has she still sometimes falls back into what she had learned. Still, she is a good person, and is trying to do better. Not including her in the story where Marinette is healing from being Stockholm Syndrome-d into thinking of Harley as a mother figure would have been a wasted opportunity.

Anyways :D besides that, the scene starts off with Marinette making a terrible first impression that is quickly rectified. It parallels her misunderstanding of what the Pit is not that much later :)

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autobot2001 · 1 year

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One-shots for October 2022

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers

TF2 | Bumblebee X Human Femme Reader: No Matter What Rating: E Waring: none Pairing: Bumblebee X human femme reader Description: (Y/N) is seriously injured on a mission. The medics save her leg, but she’s disabled. Bumblebee helps her but is afraid to tell (Y/N) how he feels. (Y/N) hates hearing there’s a Valentine’s day dance, but Bumblebee makes her happy.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41945592 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/218/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1272130093-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests TF3 | Mirage X Athena X Sideswipe Rating: E Warning: None Trio: Mirage X Athena X Sideswipe Pt. 1 The Cars Description: Mirage and Sideswipe are sent to another dimension where they meet Athena, a transformers fan who helps them, knowing one day goodbye will happen. Pt. 2 The Dreaded Goodbye Description: All good things must come to an end Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42130722/chapters/105774828 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/219/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1274402007-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

🍋 TFP | Bumblebee X Cybertronian Mech Reader: Because I Love You Rating: M Warning: Sexual content Pairing: Bumblebee X mech Cybertronian reader Description: The new recruit falls in love with Bumblebee but is afraid to tell him. After a little fun to help with (Y/D)’s heat cycle, the two confess their love for each other.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42299661 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/221/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1276466937-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

TF2 Ironhide X Human Femme Reader: Terrible Communication Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Ironhide X human femme reader Description: (Y/N) is seriously injured while cleaning tanks herself and on a day that Ratchet locks everyone out of the medbay. Ironhide returns from a mission the next day, enraged at the situation his sparkmate is being put through.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42405441 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/222/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1277801532-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

TF1 | Jazz X Melody Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Jazz X Melody Pt. 1: Our Cars Are Aliens Description: Melody doesn't believe her friend, San claiming his car is an alien until the two encounter an alien robot, and their cars rescue them before fighting the other alien robot. They learn about the conflict they've gotten themselves into and help the Autobots.

Pt. 2: Jealous and In Love Description: Jazz and Melody's friendship grows. Both fall in love with the other but are afraid to say anything. Ironhide insists jazz tells Melody while Jazz deals with feeling jealous seeing Melody with Bumblebee.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42494766/chapters/106731621 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/223/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1278937355-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

TFP | Inside Job, Regeneration & Darkest Hour alternate route Rating: E Warning: None pairing: None Description: Smokescreen is captured, and Megatron finds out where the Omega keys are. Do the Decepticons win?

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42722595 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/225/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1281769397-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

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