Persistence
Title: Persistence (30 smiles)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Silverbolt/Blackarachnia
Verse: Beast Wars
Notes: I found a set of prompts from the old 30_smiles LJ community on my harddrive and decided to give it a shot, drabble-style. (The comm itself is gone now, but I liked this set better than the replacement comm's sets, so.) Thirty smiles shared between our favorite star-crossed lovers in no particular order. 25/30, so far. (First five are here, second five are here, third five are here, fourth five are here.) Because these are so short, I post these on fanfiction.net as I finish each drabble, and only post here once I have a set of five.
Ice Skating
Eight legs are not meant for ice. She curses as she slips again on the frozen lake surface. Damn the Maximals anyways. What's up here other than snow?
"Might I offer some assistance?"
She looks up with a start of surprise and nearly slips again; he settles on the ice with a careless grace she envies. She starts to refuse on principle, but frag it, she is cold and tired and halfway frozen already. "Why not?"
He lights up with a smile and somehow she finds it hard not to smile back. The cold must be getting to my processor.
Endless
The snow falls softly, silently; an endless vista of pristine white that lies beyond the little bit of a cave that is carved out of the cliff in which they take shelter. He watches the fat flakes as they drift down with a quiet smile of bemusement. They are alone and far from base with no way of contacting their allies, but for this moment, he can't seem to bring himself to care. The world outside is cold and starting to darken with the coming of night, but her presence beside him is all the warmth he needs right now.
Cheer up!
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying - 'Not you.'
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 145
Her frustrated curses fill the small cavern in which they are trapped. "And you," she finally snarls, whirling on him, "stupid, stubborn, overbearing, do-gooder Maximal! I really can't stand-!"
He can't say anything with his muzzle sealed with her webbing, so he simply stares at her reproachfully, his optics large and mournful. And despite the steel she has formed around her Spark, she feels herself capitulating. "Oh, fine. I don't not like you," she admits grudgingly. "Don't let it go to your processor," she adds hastily, but the damage has already been done; his optics brighten with his smile.
Say it LOUD!
"He's mine!"
She pauses, as if realizing what she has loudly stated, and the room immediately goes silent in anticipation. Finally, her optics narrow and she favours them all with a venomous glance. "Do I make myself clear?" she asks.
"You certainly do," Optimus replies. Everyone else nods hastily.
"See that you remember it," she says, all offended dignity, and sweeps out of the room.
Silverbolt stares wide-opticked after her. "I love that spider," he says to no one in particular, a besotted smile spreading across his muzzle. Cheetor snickers and Rattrap groans theatrically, muttering something about fools and love.
Little Princess
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who had taken up with a band of thieves and lived with them deep within their evil lair.
This is not, Silverbolt knows, how the story usually goes. Fairy tales are rather narrow-minded, with their pure smiling princesses locked away from the world high in their ivory towers. His lady is not the typical Lady Fair, but she is his and he loves her, perhaps because of this.
But maybe, if he is very lucky and very good, she might allow him to carry her off into the sunset one day.
I have the feeling I'm going to have to relearn LJ all over again. Oh, well. Challenges keep you young!
Rating: PG
Pairing: Silverbolt/Blackarachnia
Verse: Beast Wars
Notes: I found a set of prompts from the old 30_smiles LJ community on my harddrive and decided to give it a shot, drabble-style. (The comm itself is gone now, but I liked this set better than the replacement comm's sets, so.) Thirty smiles shared between our favorite star-crossed lovers in no particular order. 25/30, so far. (First five are here, second five are here, third five are here, fourth five are here.) Because these are so short, I post these on fanfiction.net as I finish each drabble, and only post here once I have a set of five.
Ice Skating
Eight legs are not meant for ice. She curses as she slips again on the frozen lake surface. Damn the Maximals anyways. What's up here other than snow?
"Might I offer some assistance?"
She looks up with a start of surprise and nearly slips again; he settles on the ice with a careless grace she envies. She starts to refuse on principle, but frag it, she is cold and tired and halfway frozen already. "Why not?"
He lights up with a smile and somehow she finds it hard not to smile back. The cold must be getting to my processor.
Endless
The snow falls softly, silently; an endless vista of pristine white that lies beyond the little bit of a cave that is carved out of the cliff in which they take shelter. He watches the fat flakes as they drift down with a quiet smile of bemusement. They are alone and far from base with no way of contacting their allies, but for this moment, he can't seem to bring himself to care. The world outside is cold and starting to darken with the coming of night, but her presence beside him is all the warmth he needs right now.
Cheer up!
'I hate' from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying - 'Not you.'
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 145
Her frustrated curses fill the small cavern in which they are trapped. "And you," she finally snarls, whirling on him, "stupid, stubborn, overbearing, do-gooder Maximal! I really can't stand-!"
He can't say anything with his muzzle sealed with her webbing, so he simply stares at her reproachfully, his optics large and mournful. And despite the steel she has formed around her Spark, she feels herself capitulating. "Oh, fine. I don't not like you," she admits grudgingly. "Don't let it go to your processor," she adds hastily, but the damage has already been done; his optics brighten with his smile.
Say it LOUD!
"He's mine!"
She pauses, as if realizing what she has loudly stated, and the room immediately goes silent in anticipation. Finally, her optics narrow and she favours them all with a venomous glance. "Do I make myself clear?" she asks.
"You certainly do," Optimus replies. Everyone else nods hastily.
"See that you remember it," she says, all offended dignity, and sweeps out of the room.
Silverbolt stares wide-opticked after her. "I love that spider," he says to no one in particular, a besotted smile spreading across his muzzle. Cheetor snickers and Rattrap groans theatrically, muttering something about fools and love.
Little Princess
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess who had taken up with a band of thieves and lived with them deep within their evil lair.
This is not, Silverbolt knows, how the story usually goes. Fairy tales are rather narrow-minded, with their pure smiling princesses locked away from the world high in their ivory towers. His lady is not the typical Lady Fair, but she is his and he loves her, perhaps because of this.
But maybe, if he is very lucky and very good, she might allow him to carry her off into the sunset one day.
I have the feeling I'm going to have to relearn LJ all over again. Oh, well. Challenges keep you young!