[FIC] Draconta (Part Two)
Title: Draconta (10962 words) by ren
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus - Character, Ironhide, Bluestreak, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Red Alert
Additional Tags: AU, Everyone is a Dragon, Fluff, Trigger Warning: Death of Young Life
Series: Part 1 of Draconta
Summary:
AU World were everyone is a dragon. Jazz and Prowl meet under terrible circumstances, but which start a series of events that will lead them to fall in love. More inside.
Author's Notes:
First of all, let me just say how thankful I am to all who reviewed. I was pleasantly surprised by how many people reviewed and how many liked this AU world. I honestly did not expect how much this would be liked, and actually posted only expecting one or two reviews XD So, thanks again, hope this part is also received with love. *hugs all* ^.^
- Draconta is greek for ‘dragon’ meaning 'to watch' as they were often portrayed as guarding things.
- Okay, this is a very long fic of short drabbles. Each drabble has its title and rating, which is why Rating: varies. ...
Terms:
These are some of the terms I’m using for this fic. Many are used for reptiles like the bearded dragon.
NOTE!: I am using the words carrier for the gravid dragon, mixing some TF terms with this XD
Other dragon types:
The magic is all me XD
EXTRA!!!
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Title: Thoughts
Rating: T
Prowl's attraction toward the black horned dragon grew every day. Not only had Jazz stayed by his side, helped him heal, but he had given Prowl something he had never had; a friend.
Mountain dragons did not have families nor friends. He had lost touch with his own clutch a long time ago, he didn't even know if his brothers were alive or not, and he had last seen his carrier when he was days from maturing into an adult. There had never been much said between them, surviving off what they found by themselves, rarely being given any care by their carrier.
He had never questioned it, even at times where he felt like his life had no purpose.
But now, Jazz had given him meaning, a reason to look forward to what the next day brought with it. He loved waking up with someone by his side, with who he could discuss his dreams with, or just talk about anything at all, take walks (since he still wasn’t healed enough to attempt flying), and admire the few beauties the mountains provided. Prowl loved hearing Jazz talk about his forest life, the different families he knew, and even about their traditions, the evenings spent with him intently listening to Jazz recite old tales, many time even reenacting them. He had never had so much fun in his life.
Was that what having a true mate meant? Having another close by him, offering comfort, protection, and unconditional love? If it was, he wanted it, he wanted it dearly. But how did forest dragons do that? He knew they courted, a concept that both confused him and made him wish for that undivided attention; to have a dragon fawning over him, tending to his every needs. It sounded petty, and selfish, but after a life long existence of being alone, with never a word directed toward him, not even a glance, he couldn't help but allow himself to be just a bit selfish.
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Jazz was irritated with himself, and even with Prowl. Almost four months had passed since their fateful meeting, Prowl’s wing days away from being deemed healed enough for flight.
He had felt the attraction steadily growing between them, the shy glances Prowl dealt him when he thought he wasn’t looking, the soft, barely there, accidental touches, their tails intertwining at night, the happy flaps of Prowl’s wings when he returned from hunting, and how he simply seemed to glow with his company.
He was much the same, not able to stop the giddiness at seeing Prowl, how right it felt coming back to this cavern, knowing who was waiting for him. He loved how Prowl would unconsciously curl into him at night, seeking warmth. His mind went stupidly blank with any kind of contact with the red horned dragon, and he always made sure to nuzzle Prowl’s neck affectionately when ever he had the chance, lightly nipping at his ear, telling the oblivious dragon that is was a forest thing.
They were dancing around each other, and it was driving him mad. Jazz had already made up his mind, he wanted Prowl as his mate, and he knew Prowl wanted him too.
Both their lives had been intertwined by fate’s mysterious hand, and they were loath to deny her plan, so why were they holding back?
Something had to be done.
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Title: Courting Meal
Rating: T
Prowl stared in bemusement at the fruit Jazz had brought back with him. His wing was healing nicely, and Ratchet said that in a few more days he could start flying.
"But only for very short periods of time and with another dragon present!" The healer had yelled at him. Jazz had immediately offered himself to assist, much to Ratchet's secret delight; it was about time his young friend found a mate.
"As much as I appreciate the sudden… gifts, I must inquire as to why." He said dryly.
Jazz flapped his wings, shifting slightly from foot to foot, his long tail sliding softly on the ground, ears twitching in nervousness
"Well Prowler, since yer’re getting better, Ah thought we could celebrate!" Now that he thought about it, he had been bringing the mountain dragon meat for the last few weeks, did he even eat fruit?
"Hmmm," Prowl pondered, he knew of course of Jazz's intentions, and was having his own fun acting dense. He did truly appreciate the efforts Jazz went to, but the kindness he had shown toward him, the support for a dragon he didn't know, and how he had buried his dead child in that beautiful grave had been enough.
Prowl laid down on his front, legs under him and tucked his wings in a comfortable position draping over his side onto the ground, rotating the joints of his right wing to chase off the numbness.
Slowly, he sniffed through the different fruits, some which he had never seen, and chose a big round purple fruit with black dots, taking a cautious bite out of it. He moaned. Oh he was in heaven! The fruit was so juicy, instantly quelling the thirst he hadn't noticed, its flavor not too sweet and not too bitter. It was delicious.
"Mmmm I don't think I've ever tasted anything as tasty as this. Thank you." He said smiling, taking another bite.
Jazz grinned, pleased with himself and not managing to contain the small series of happy flaps his wings insisted on doing. He laid down mimicking Prowl, and chose his own fruit to eat, both dragons savoring their meal in companionable silence.
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Title: First Flight
"Now remember, any discomfort, if you feel tired, if you feel your wing ache, you land. You hear me?"
"Yes Ratchet."
"Stay close to the mountain side and in view of any ledges you can land on in case of an emergency."
"Yes Ratchet."
"Don't turn or twist, don't dive, do not let air catch in your wings. Only glide, and no hard flaps."
"Yes Ratchet."
"Fly slow-"
"Yes Ratchet."
"Would you quit with the 'yes Ratchet' you overgrown lizard!?"
Prowl was about to respond, but the healer's glare and the rock that was suddenly lifted by his tail shut him up, contenting himself with giving the white and red dragon an innocent look.
Ratchet turned to glare at a grinning Jazz.
"You corrupted him you fragger!" He accused, throwing the rock at his head.
The black horned dragon look outraged and jumped back. "Ah did not!"
"Whatever. You will make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, got it?" He threatened, poking Jazz in the chest with his tail.
"Ah got it oh mighty one."
"Shut it!"
Jazz was just as anxious as Ratchet though. He had never seen Prowl fly before so could not know if he was a good flyer; one that knew very well how to maneuver his wings, predict the wind shifting, and sense the currents.
"Ya ready Prowler?" He asked, trying to hide his nervousness.
Prowl gave him a small smile. "Of course, I know Ah'll never fall with you there to catch me."
That, didn't actually reassure him, but he let his stupidly happy smile present itself at Prowl's words, ignoring the mock gags Ratchet was doing behind them.
"Alright, lets do this!"
Chuckling, Prowl opened his wings, closing his eyes and taking a moment to feel the breeze under his wings. He walked up to the ledge, balancing right on the edge and let himself drop of it.
The current he had felt gently caught his wings, and Prowl opened his eyes to stare down at the rocky spirals, letting the winds guide him out of the mist, into clear blue skies, and completely ignoring Ratchet yells ("I told you to stay near the mountain side!"). He let out a sigh of content; nothing beat being able to fly like this. He felt so alive and free when he was up in the sky.
He heard the flapping of wings behind him, and turned his head to smile at Jazz.
"Ya know ya almost gave Ratchet a heart attack with that drop." And himself, but he didn't let it show. They had both assumed Prowl would jump into the air and let the winds catch him before them, where they could observe his progress, not suddenly see the dragon disappear over the ledge.
Prowl laughed, feeling too good to be bothered by the knowledge that he was probably going to die when he got back.
Jazz flew over him, doing a fancy turn and diving only to come up on his other side, giving Prowl a smug grin.
"Don't get too cocky, once I'm back to full health, you'll see what a mountain dragon can do."
Jazz laughed heartily, flapping his wings in delight. "Yer on!"
Both dragons flew over the forest, Prowl staring at everything as if this were the first time he was seeing it. He had flown over the forest before, but knowing it was Jazz's home made the sight seem warmer and familiar.
"Come, lets get back before Ratchet comes looking for us.”
Prowl nodded, already feeling a bit tired, his wing aching from the lack of use and the wind gliding over the new membrane.
The were both smiling when they touched down back on the ledge, glancing at each other with love they did not yet confess, before being brutally torn from their own world by rocks hitting them full force and the healer's cursing.
"You morons! I should just rip your wings off right now and let you two-"
Jazz and Prowl tuned him out, rubbing their injured heads, eyes locking and losing themselves once more in each other.
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Title: Finally
Rating: K+
“Ah love ya.”
Prowl looked up, eyes wide at the dragon in front of him. They were both sitting in the clearing where Jazz had buried Prowl’s egg, enjoying each other’s company in silence. The black horned dragon’s sudden statement surprising him.
“Wh- I,” Prowl didn’t know how to react. Love was an even stranger concept for him. He knew what it meant, and all its consequences; he would be lying if he said he did not want it, but he still did not now how to react to it. “Me, too?” He tried shyly.
Jazz chuckled, finding the confused yet hopeful expression on Prowl’s face extremely cute.
“Well, Ah was hoping fer that. But ya know, when Ah say Ah love ya, it means Ah want ta stay with ya.” He said seriously, before adding, just to make sure it got across, “Ferever.”
Prowl shifted, ducking his head. He knew what Jazz was asking, had been thinking of ways to ask the same thing. Primus Jazz made everything look so simple.
“I do too.” He said softly, before looking up and giving Jazz a loving smile. “Be my mate?”
“Prowler, Ah thought ya would never ask.”
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:~( this way to part 3)~:.
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Enjoy the next! ^.^
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jazz/Prowl
Characters: Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet, Optimus - Character, Ironhide, Bluestreak, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Red Alert
Additional Tags: AU, Everyone is a Dragon, Fluff, Trigger Warning: Death of Young Life
Series: Part 1 of Draconta
Summary:
AU World were everyone is a dragon. Jazz and Prowl meet under terrible circumstances, but which start a series of events that will lead them to fall in love. More inside.
Author's Notes:
First of all, let me just say how thankful I am to all who reviewed. I was pleasantly surprised by how many people reviewed and how many liked this AU world. I honestly did not expect how much this would be liked, and actually posted only expecting one or two reviews XD So, thanks again, hope this part is also received with love. *hugs all* ^.^
- Draconta is greek for ‘dragon’ meaning 'to watch' as they were often portrayed as guarding things.
- Okay, this is a very long fic of short drabbles. Each drabble has its title and rating, which is why Rating: varies. ...
Terms:
These are some of the terms I’m using for this fic. Many are used for reptiles like the bearded dragon.
- Gravid: Carrying young or eggs
- Gravid Coloration: Birth markings found in gravid reptiles (some species develop bright red or orange pigmentation on the sides of their heads)
- Clutch: The amount of eggs laid at one time
- Crest: formation on top of a reptiles head.
- Vent: also known as cloaca is a slit on the underside of a reptile at the base of it’s tail which contains genitals, urinary and intestines.
- Crepuscular: active during the evening and early morning hours.
- Diurnal: Active during the day.
- Nocturnal: Active at night.
- Dorsal: Referring to the features on the back or along the spine of the animal.
NOTE!: I am using the words carrier for the gravid dragon, mixing some TF terms with this XD
Other dragon types:
- Heraldic: Two pairs of legs and wings, the typical dragon.
- Wyverns: Winged, serpent-like creatures. They have two legs, a barbed tail, and cannot breath fire and are smaller than other dragons.
- Guivre: No legs or wings, like a serpent with a dragon head.
- Lindworm: Small dragons with one pair of legs and no wings.
- Amphiptere: Basically a serpent with wings, which flings itself at its prey.
The magic is all me XD
- Prowl's form is based on the Fyulong dragon from the manga 07 ghost (though there's isn't a full body pic T.T) and this shadow walker dragon.
- Jazz much like Prowl but instead of fur, scales.
- Optimus on this red dragon but with his coloring.
- Found a new dragon pic for Ratchet! Here. But much smaller and with Ratchet's colors.
- Ironhide like this but without the fairy lady XD
EXTRA!!!
- Oh and here is a picture of a dragon's wing components, just to have a better idea. I know in part one it is mentioned that Prowl's 'wrist' broke. Well, here you have what that part was ^.^
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Title: Thoughts
Rating: T
Prowl's attraction toward the black horned dragon grew every day. Not only had Jazz stayed by his side, helped him heal, but he had given Prowl something he had never had; a friend.
Mountain dragons did not have families nor friends. He had lost touch with his own clutch a long time ago, he didn't even know if his brothers were alive or not, and he had last seen his carrier when he was days from maturing into an adult. There had never been much said between them, surviving off what they found by themselves, rarely being given any care by their carrier.
He had never questioned it, even at times where he felt like his life had no purpose.
But now, Jazz had given him meaning, a reason to look forward to what the next day brought with it. He loved waking up with someone by his side, with who he could discuss his dreams with, or just talk about anything at all, take walks (since he still wasn’t healed enough to attempt flying), and admire the few beauties the mountains provided. Prowl loved hearing Jazz talk about his forest life, the different families he knew, and even about their traditions, the evenings spent with him intently listening to Jazz recite old tales, many time even reenacting them. He had never had so much fun in his life.
Was that what having a true mate meant? Having another close by him, offering comfort, protection, and unconditional love? If it was, he wanted it, he wanted it dearly. But how did forest dragons do that? He knew they courted, a concept that both confused him and made him wish for that undivided attention; to have a dragon fawning over him, tending to his every needs. It sounded petty, and selfish, but after a life long existence of being alone, with never a word directed toward him, not even a glance, he couldn't help but allow himself to be just a bit selfish.
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Jazz was irritated with himself, and even with Prowl. Almost four months had passed since their fateful meeting, Prowl’s wing days away from being deemed healed enough for flight.
He had felt the attraction steadily growing between them, the shy glances Prowl dealt him when he thought he wasn’t looking, the soft, barely there, accidental touches, their tails intertwining at night, the happy flaps of Prowl’s wings when he returned from hunting, and how he simply seemed to glow with his company.
He was much the same, not able to stop the giddiness at seeing Prowl, how right it felt coming back to this cavern, knowing who was waiting for him. He loved how Prowl would unconsciously curl into him at night, seeking warmth. His mind went stupidly blank with any kind of contact with the red horned dragon, and he always made sure to nuzzle Prowl’s neck affectionately when ever he had the chance, lightly nipping at his ear, telling the oblivious dragon that is was a forest thing.
They were dancing around each other, and it was driving him mad. Jazz had already made up his mind, he wanted Prowl as his mate, and he knew Prowl wanted him too.
Both their lives had been intertwined by fate’s mysterious hand, and they were loath to deny her plan, so why were they holding back?
Something had to be done.
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Title: Courting Meal
Rating: T
Prowl stared in bemusement at the fruit Jazz had brought back with him. His wing was healing nicely, and Ratchet said that in a few more days he could start flying.
"But only for very short periods of time and with another dragon present!" The healer had yelled at him. Jazz had immediately offered himself to assist, much to Ratchet's secret delight; it was about time his young friend found a mate.
"As much as I appreciate the sudden… gifts, I must inquire as to why." He said dryly.
Jazz flapped his wings, shifting slightly from foot to foot, his long tail sliding softly on the ground, ears twitching in nervousness
"Well Prowler, since yer’re getting better, Ah thought we could celebrate!" Now that he thought about it, he had been bringing the mountain dragon meat for the last few weeks, did he even eat fruit?
"Hmmm," Prowl pondered, he knew of course of Jazz's intentions, and was having his own fun acting dense. He did truly appreciate the efforts Jazz went to, but the kindness he had shown toward him, the support for a dragon he didn't know, and how he had buried his dead child in that beautiful grave had been enough.
Prowl laid down on his front, legs under him and tucked his wings in a comfortable position draping over his side onto the ground, rotating the joints of his right wing to chase off the numbness.
Slowly, he sniffed through the different fruits, some which he had never seen, and chose a big round purple fruit with black dots, taking a cautious bite out of it. He moaned. Oh he was in heaven! The fruit was so juicy, instantly quelling the thirst he hadn't noticed, its flavor not too sweet and not too bitter. It was delicious.
"Mmmm I don't think I've ever tasted anything as tasty as this. Thank you." He said smiling, taking another bite.
Jazz grinned, pleased with himself and not managing to contain the small series of happy flaps his wings insisted on doing. He laid down mimicking Prowl, and chose his own fruit to eat, both dragons savoring their meal in companionable silence.
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Title: First Flight
"Now remember, any discomfort, if you feel tired, if you feel your wing ache, you land. You hear me?"
"Yes Ratchet."
"Stay close to the mountain side and in view of any ledges you can land on in case of an emergency."
"Yes Ratchet."
"Don't turn or twist, don't dive, do not let air catch in your wings. Only glide, and no hard flaps."
"Yes Ratchet."
"Fly slow-"
"Yes Ratchet."
"Would you quit with the 'yes Ratchet' you overgrown lizard!?"
Prowl was about to respond, but the healer's glare and the rock that was suddenly lifted by his tail shut him up, contenting himself with giving the white and red dragon an innocent look.
Ratchet turned to glare at a grinning Jazz.
"You corrupted him you fragger!" He accused, throwing the rock at his head.
The black horned dragon look outraged and jumped back. "Ah did not!"
"Whatever. You will make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, got it?" He threatened, poking Jazz in the chest with his tail.
"Ah got it oh mighty one."
"Shut it!"
Jazz was just as anxious as Ratchet though. He had never seen Prowl fly before so could not know if he was a good flyer; one that knew very well how to maneuver his wings, predict the wind shifting, and sense the currents.
"Ya ready Prowler?" He asked, trying to hide his nervousness.
Prowl gave him a small smile. "Of course, I know Ah'll never fall with you there to catch me."
That, didn't actually reassure him, but he let his stupidly happy smile present itself at Prowl's words, ignoring the mock gags Ratchet was doing behind them.
"Alright, lets do this!"
Chuckling, Prowl opened his wings, closing his eyes and taking a moment to feel the breeze under his wings. He walked up to the ledge, balancing right on the edge and let himself drop of it.
The current he had felt gently caught his wings, and Prowl opened his eyes to stare down at the rocky spirals, letting the winds guide him out of the mist, into clear blue skies, and completely ignoring Ratchet yells ("I told you to stay near the mountain side!"). He let out a sigh of content; nothing beat being able to fly like this. He felt so alive and free when he was up in the sky.
He heard the flapping of wings behind him, and turned his head to smile at Jazz.
"Ya know ya almost gave Ratchet a heart attack with that drop." And himself, but he didn't let it show. They had both assumed Prowl would jump into the air and let the winds catch him before them, where they could observe his progress, not suddenly see the dragon disappear over the ledge.
Prowl laughed, feeling too good to be bothered by the knowledge that he was probably going to die when he got back.
Jazz flew over him, doing a fancy turn and diving only to come up on his other side, giving Prowl a smug grin.
"Don't get too cocky, once I'm back to full health, you'll see what a mountain dragon can do."
Jazz laughed heartily, flapping his wings in delight. "Yer on!"
Both dragons flew over the forest, Prowl staring at everything as if this were the first time he was seeing it. He had flown over the forest before, but knowing it was Jazz's home made the sight seem warmer and familiar.
"Come, lets get back before Ratchet comes looking for us.”
Prowl nodded, already feeling a bit tired, his wing aching from the lack of use and the wind gliding over the new membrane.
The were both smiling when they touched down back on the ledge, glancing at each other with love they did not yet confess, before being brutally torn from their own world by rocks hitting them full force and the healer's cursing.
"You morons! I should just rip your wings off right now and let you two-"
Jazz and Prowl tuned him out, rubbing their injured heads, eyes locking and losing themselves once more in each other.
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Title: Finally
Rating: K+
“Ah love ya.”
Prowl looked up, eyes wide at the dragon in front of him. They were both sitting in the clearing where Jazz had buried Prowl’s egg, enjoying each other’s company in silence. The black horned dragon’s sudden statement surprising him.
“Wh- I,” Prowl didn’t know how to react. Love was an even stranger concept for him. He knew what it meant, and all its consequences; he would be lying if he said he did not want it, but he still did not now how to react to it. “Me, too?” He tried shyly.
Jazz chuckled, finding the confused yet hopeful expression on Prowl’s face extremely cute.
“Well, Ah was hoping fer that. But ya know, when Ah say Ah love ya, it means Ah want ta stay with ya.” He said seriously, before adding, just to make sure it got across, “Ferever.”
Prowl shifted, ducking his head. He knew what Jazz was asking, had been thinking of ways to ask the same thing. Primus Jazz made everything look so simple.
“I do too.” He said softly, before looking up and giving Jazz a loving smile. “Be my mate?”
“Prowler, Ah thought ya would never ask.”
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:~( this way to part 3)~:.
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Enjoy the next! ^.^