[FIC] Slice of Life Times Ten - II
Title: Slice of Life Times Ten - II
Author: Senna-chan
Series/Verse: G1 & G1-AU
Kink OP and/or prompt: Wrench of Inspiration #40 2. Writing challenge... 10 sentences, each containing one of the following words: balm, hunter, chance, abyss, smoke, lance, sweater, socket, sheath, fluid
Credit: Fuzinpenguin has the credit for the prompt and GGG has my thanks for being the beta
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, not me. *sigh*
A/N: Two down, two more to go. (Unless our mod makes another one sentence prompt before I manage to finish the last two, which very likely)
Balm
Sideswipe would never tell it to them, but watching his bondmates bicker good-heartedly was like balm to his spark.
Hunter
Normally Sunstreaker moved with the grace of a dancer, or a nocturnal hunter, so why did his equilibrium chips fail him every time he was in the presence of the medic?
Chance
Ratchet agreed for one date but by giving the twins a chance Ratchet made the first and perhaps the greatest mistake of his life.
Abyss
Hands reached to stop him but Ratchet had already jumped, plunging into the molten abyss that had taken Sunstreaker and Sideswipe from him.
Smoke
Through the fire and smoke they could see their beloved’s disheartened optics, the silent ‘we knew this would not last’ hanging between them, and it made them howl and fight harder against the chains.
Lance
There were times Sideswipe thought he and his brother were nothing but pieces in a game, a pair of lances that could only move forward, because should they look behind, they would be never able to kill again.
Sweater
When Sideswipe had asked to borrow his paints, Sunstreaker had been suspicious and for a good reason: the “sweater” that now decorated the CMO’s upper frame was hideous.
Socket
The flow of information, memories and myriad coding that entered Ratchet’s CPU the moment his connectors plugged into the sockets, were exquisite enough to make the old CMO gasp.
Sheath
They were the weapons of the Prime, the deadly blades he would wield in the battle, but the real owner of their sheath was the grumpy, ill-mannered medic.
Fluid
The little weeps made Ratchet’s spark spin faster as he cradled the tiny newsparks, still covered in gestation fluid, against his chest, their exhausted carriers resting on the nearby berth.
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A/N2: The last sentence, I have to say something. For a long time I've been fascinated with the idea of the twins carrying at the same time, not Ratchet. Or just one of them. Would make an interesting fic, right? ;)
- Senna-chan
Author: Senna-chan
Series/Verse: G1 & G1-AU
Kink OP and/or prompt: Wrench of Inspiration #40 2. Writing challenge... 10 sentences, each containing one of the following words: balm, hunter, chance, abyss, smoke, lance, sweater, socket, sheath, fluid
Credit: Fuzinpenguin has the credit for the prompt and GGG has my thanks for being the beta
Disclaimer: Hasbro owns them, not me. *sigh*
A/N: Two down, two more to go. (Unless our mod makes another one sentence prompt before I manage to finish the last two, which very likely)
Balm
Sideswipe would never tell it to them, but watching his bondmates bicker good-heartedly was like balm to his spark.
Hunter
Normally Sunstreaker moved with the grace of a dancer, or a nocturnal hunter, so why did his equilibrium chips fail him every time he was in the presence of the medic?
Chance
Ratchet agreed for one date but by giving the twins a chance Ratchet made the first and perhaps the greatest mistake of his life.
Abyss
Hands reached to stop him but Ratchet had already jumped, plunging into the molten abyss that had taken Sunstreaker and Sideswipe from him.
Smoke
Through the fire and smoke they could see their beloved’s disheartened optics, the silent ‘we knew this would not last’ hanging between them, and it made them howl and fight harder against the chains.
Lance
There were times Sideswipe thought he and his brother were nothing but pieces in a game, a pair of lances that could only move forward, because should they look behind, they would be never able to kill again.
Sweater
When Sideswipe had asked to borrow his paints, Sunstreaker had been suspicious and for a good reason: the “sweater” that now decorated the CMO’s upper frame was hideous.
Socket
The flow of information, memories and myriad coding that entered Ratchet’s CPU the moment his connectors plugged into the sockets, were exquisite enough to make the old CMO gasp.
Sheath
They were the weapons of the Prime, the deadly blades he would wield in the battle, but the real owner of their sheath was the grumpy, ill-mannered medic.
Fluid
The little weeps made Ratchet’s spark spin faster as he cradled the tiny newsparks, still covered in gestation fluid, against his chest, their exhausted carriers resting on the nearby berth.
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A/N2: The last sentence, I have to say something. For a long time I've been fascinated with the idea of the twins carrying at the same time, not Ratchet. Or just one of them. Would make an interesting fic, right? ;)
- Senna-chan