WOI Response
Title: Tiny Treats 24, WOI vol. 4
Author: eerian_sadow
Series/Verse: G1 &G1AUs
Prompt: prompt 2a from this WOI post
Credit: Prompt by fuzipenguin
Disclaimer: sadly, no one tucked the rights to the franchise in my stocking this year. Transformers, its characters and locations are still not mine.
A/N:
jolly
"Someone must have forgotten to tell Megatron it was the season to be jolly," Sideswipe quipped as he and Ratchet dragged his brother's unconscious form off the battlefield.
mistletoe
Sideswipe hadn't even given him time to realize that the mistletoe was hanging over the medbay door before Ratchet was pulled into a strut-melting kiss.
snowman
Ratchet was not amused when the twins wrapped him up like a snowman for the holiday party, but he enjoyed the reward they gave him for being a good sport.
eggnog
"It looks like eggnog," Sunstreaker said with a grimace, "But it tastes like exhaust and bird crap."
"It can't be that bad," Sideswipe protested. He took a drink and then quickly spat the off-white energon back into his cube.
Ratchet silently set his cube down, unwilling to subject himself to the same torture.
fireworks
"I like this tradition," Sideswipe said, settling down between his lovers and watching Wheeljack and Swoop's annual Christmas Eve fireworks show.
resolution
"You want to know what my what is?" Sunstreaker asked the human standing at his feet.
"Your New Year's resolution," the reporter repeated. "You know, a promise you make to better yourself in the new year."
The warrior blinked, then shook his head. "You humans have some ridiculous traditions."
dreidel
"Hold it like this," the little girl said, repositioning the dreidle on the palm of Ratchet's hand. "Then you spin it."
candle
Ratchet held out the ceremonial candle to his lovers, nervous and hopeful that they knew enough about his home city's traditions to accept his proposal.
myrrh
Ratchet had been angry when the twins had invaded his room and lit the incense, until he realized just how relaxing the scent of myrrh was to his overtaxed systems.
yorkshire
Sideswipe showed of the sow and her litter happily. "They're Yorkshires. We'll be able to help feed the humans with them."
"Good thinking, bro. Then we won't have Ratchet on our case for neglecting the survivors." Sunstreaker grinned at his twin.
(This microfic references my story "Earth, After", in which humanity is surviving with Autobot assistance after an artificially created zombie apocalypse.)
nutcracker
Sunstreaker put the finishing touches on the nutcracker just before midnight. For a first attempt, he thought it wasn't half bad.
eight
"Eight hours to go," Sideswipe said with an excited bounce. "Do you think Santa is bringing us something good this year?"
"You're an idiot, Sides," Sunstreaker replied, not looking up from his sketchpad. "You know Santa is really just Ratchet sneaking into our quarters after you've passed out."
solstice
"Um, excuse me!" The human woman sounded timid as she approached the Autobots. "We were wondering if you would like to come to our Solstice celebration tonight?"
Ratchet looked from one twin to the other, both of whom shrugged non-comitally. "I don't see why not. The three of us love a good party."
blizzard
The blizzard howeled outside the Ark like an angry beast, but Ratchet missed the worst of it as he recharged comfortably between Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
duvet
The medic watched in horror as the twins threw the duvet over their recharge berth. "Just how many birds did you kill to make that thing?"
"None," Sunstreaker replied haughtily. "It's made from synthetic, organic free down. This is much cleaner."
Author: eerian_sadow
Series/Verse: G1 &G1AUs
Prompt: prompt 2a from this WOI post
Credit: Prompt by fuzipenguin
Disclaimer: sadly, no one tucked the rights to the franchise in my stocking this year. Transformers, its characters and locations are still not mine.
A/N:
jolly
"Someone must have forgotten to tell Megatron it was the season to be jolly," Sideswipe quipped as he and Ratchet dragged his brother's unconscious form off the battlefield.
mistletoe
Sideswipe hadn't even given him time to realize that the mistletoe was hanging over the medbay door before Ratchet was pulled into a strut-melting kiss.
snowman
Ratchet was not amused when the twins wrapped him up like a snowman for the holiday party, but he enjoyed the reward they gave him for being a good sport.
eggnog
"It looks like eggnog," Sunstreaker said with a grimace, "But it tastes like exhaust and bird crap."
"It can't be that bad," Sideswipe protested. He took a drink and then quickly spat the off-white energon back into his cube.
Ratchet silently set his cube down, unwilling to subject himself to the same torture.
fireworks
"I like this tradition," Sideswipe said, settling down between his lovers and watching Wheeljack and Swoop's annual Christmas Eve fireworks show.
resolution
"You want to know what my what is?" Sunstreaker asked the human standing at his feet.
"Your New Year's resolution," the reporter repeated. "You know, a promise you make to better yourself in the new year."
The warrior blinked, then shook his head. "You humans have some ridiculous traditions."
dreidel
"Hold it like this," the little girl said, repositioning the dreidle on the palm of Ratchet's hand. "Then you spin it."
candle
Ratchet held out the ceremonial candle to his lovers, nervous and hopeful that they knew enough about his home city's traditions to accept his proposal.
myrrh
Ratchet had been angry when the twins had invaded his room and lit the incense, until he realized just how relaxing the scent of myrrh was to his overtaxed systems.
yorkshire
Sideswipe showed of the sow and her litter happily. "They're Yorkshires. We'll be able to help feed the humans with them."
"Good thinking, bro. Then we won't have Ratchet on our case for neglecting the survivors." Sunstreaker grinned at his twin.
(This microfic references my story "Earth, After", in which humanity is surviving with Autobot assistance after an artificially created zombie apocalypse.)
nutcracker
Sunstreaker put the finishing touches on the nutcracker just before midnight. For a first attempt, he thought it wasn't half bad.
eight
"Eight hours to go," Sideswipe said with an excited bounce. "Do you think Santa is bringing us something good this year?"
"You're an idiot, Sides," Sunstreaker replied, not looking up from his sketchpad. "You know Santa is really just Ratchet sneaking into our quarters after you've passed out."
solstice
"Um, excuse me!" The human woman sounded timid as she approached the Autobots. "We were wondering if you would like to come to our Solstice celebration tonight?"
Ratchet looked from one twin to the other, both of whom shrugged non-comitally. "I don't see why not. The three of us love a good party."
blizzard
The blizzard howeled outside the Ark like an angry beast, but Ratchet missed the worst of it as he recharged comfortably between Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
duvet
The medic watched in horror as the twins threw the duvet over their recharge berth. "Just how many birds did you kill to make that thing?"
"None," Sunstreaker replied haughtily. "It's made from synthetic, organic free down. This is much cleaner."