[FIC] Slice of Life Times Fifteen
Title: Slice of Life Times Fifteen
Author: Senna-chan
Series/Verse: G1 & G1-AU
Kink OP and/or prompt: Wrench of Inspiration #46 2. A Writing Challenge... One Sentence fics! 15 of them to be exact... one sentence per each of the following words:
monster, wail, olive, serendipity, potbelly, beads, sheep, disco, shatter, feather, vacation, cardboard, dresser, bonfire, thunderstorm
Credit: Fuzipenguin made the original prompt and GGG was kind enough to do the beta work.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Hasbro does.
A/N: I'm being so original with the titles... NOT. Also, some of these one sentences are sequels to my previous WOI fill, Slice of Life Times Ten - II. Have fun finding them. ;D
Monster
Sideswipe giggled, unhinged, as he gutted the screaming Seeker’s one wire at a time, and for the first time Autobots realized just who the true monster was.
Wail
He was exhausted; nanokliks away from falling into his much needed recharge, but Sunstreaker forced himself to keep on walking, hoping the movement would calm down the pitifully wailing sparkling in his arms.
Olive
A long time ago, when Ratchet was a junior medic, his instructor of the vorn had treated a sparked racer, when they found out that instead of one there were two olive green newsparks attached onto the racer’s golden spark.
Serendipity
As the identical crystal coverings cycled open, the green glow filling the darkness; the serendipity of the moment made Ratchet break into a smile.
Potbelly
Sunstreaker had always known his brother lacked connections between his processor and vocalizer which was why he was going to enjoy watching the slag hitting the fan, once Bumblebee, Ratchet and Optimus Prime realized Sideswipe had just called the heavily carrying Carly a ‘potbelly’.
Beads
Sunstreaker’s vocalizer spat out unintelligible static, optics glowing white as Ratchet pulled the string of beads out of the front liner’s valve, slowly, one slick bead at a time.
Sheep
While the idea of wearing another creature’s hide was quite disturbing, Ratchet rather liked the colorful, knitted blankets made from sheep wool as he carefully wrapped the sleepy sparklings up in them.
Disco
He could remember the writhing mass of dancers, the optic-searing shafts of light of the disco and even the total sum of the drinks he had had (and Primus had he drank a lot) but no matter how hard he tried, Sideswipe could not remember the name of the white mech he had fragged in the backroom.
Shatter
If there was one thing Ratchet absolutely hated doing; it was picking out crystal lens shatter, especially when the fragger in question had gotten his optics smashed for doing something as stupid as insulting one of their resident twins.
Feather
Sunstreaker was absolutely mesmerized as he watched the little avian, the vividly colored feathers gleaming in the sunlight as the bird-of-paradise danced on the forest floor.
Vacation
It had been a difficult mission (all the extra joors of work and pleading and bribing he’d had to do) but seeing his brother and bondmate’s surprise and excitement as they found they had two whole orns as a vacation, Sideswipe knew it all had been worth it.
Cardboard
Ratchet had initially been suspicious at the twins sudden interest in the big (from a human’s point of view at least) cardboard boxes that had been lying in the med. bay for ages by now, only to find two painted and decorated cards waiting for him the very next day.
Dresser
When the twins joked about needing a dresser to keep all the blankets and toys and little (big) clothes the sparklings had been given, they were understandably quite shocked to find a cybertronian size, oak-colored furniture sitting in their living quarters.
Bonfire -- "a fire in which bones were/are burnt"
Flames had dwindled joors ago but the disgraced warrior priests had been left to hang on the chains, because this was a bonfire and they would witness whatever was left of the heretic melt away before it was their turn.
Thunderstorm
Originally Ratchet had been afraid of acid rains but soon after the war began, the medic found himself praying for them to happen more often: come the thunderstorms, the battles would halt as the two sides hurried for cover and just for a moment Ratchet could pretend there was no war.
- Senna-chan
Author: Senna-chan
Series/Verse: G1 & G1-AU
Kink OP and/or prompt: Wrench of Inspiration #46 2. A Writing Challenge... One Sentence fics! 15 of them to be exact... one sentence per each of the following words:
monster, wail, olive, serendipity, potbelly, beads, sheep, disco, shatter, feather, vacation, cardboard, dresser, bonfire, thunderstorm
Credit: Fuzipenguin made the original prompt and GGG was kind enough to do the beta work.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Hasbro does.
A/N: I'm being so original with the titles... NOT. Also, some of these one sentences are sequels to my previous WOI fill, Slice of Life Times Ten - II. Have fun finding them. ;D
Monster
Sideswipe giggled, unhinged, as he gutted the screaming Seeker’s one wire at a time, and for the first time Autobots realized just who the true monster was.
Wail
He was exhausted; nanokliks away from falling into his much needed recharge, but Sunstreaker forced himself to keep on walking, hoping the movement would calm down the pitifully wailing sparkling in his arms.
Olive
A long time ago, when Ratchet was a junior medic, his instructor of the vorn had treated a sparked racer, when they found out that instead of one there were two olive green newsparks attached onto the racer’s golden spark.
Serendipity
As the identical crystal coverings cycled open, the green glow filling the darkness; the serendipity of the moment made Ratchet break into a smile.
Potbelly
Sunstreaker had always known his brother lacked connections between his processor and vocalizer which was why he was going to enjoy watching the slag hitting the fan, once Bumblebee, Ratchet and Optimus Prime realized Sideswipe had just called the heavily carrying Carly a ‘potbelly’.
Beads
Sunstreaker’s vocalizer spat out unintelligible static, optics glowing white as Ratchet pulled the string of beads out of the front liner’s valve, slowly, one slick bead at a time.
Sheep
While the idea of wearing another creature’s hide was quite disturbing, Ratchet rather liked the colorful, knitted blankets made from sheep wool as he carefully wrapped the sleepy sparklings up in them.
Disco
He could remember the writhing mass of dancers, the optic-searing shafts of light of the disco and even the total sum of the drinks he had had (and Primus had he drank a lot) but no matter how hard he tried, Sideswipe could not remember the name of the white mech he had fragged in the backroom.
Shatter
If there was one thing Ratchet absolutely hated doing; it was picking out crystal lens shatter, especially when the fragger in question had gotten his optics smashed for doing something as stupid as insulting one of their resident twins.
Feather
Sunstreaker was absolutely mesmerized as he watched the little avian, the vividly colored feathers gleaming in the sunlight as the bird-of-paradise danced on the forest floor.
Vacation
It had been a difficult mission (all the extra joors of work and pleading and bribing he’d had to do) but seeing his brother and bondmate’s surprise and excitement as they found they had two whole orns as a vacation, Sideswipe knew it all had been worth it.
Cardboard
Ratchet had initially been suspicious at the twins sudden interest in the big (from a human’s point of view at least) cardboard boxes that had been lying in the med. bay for ages by now, only to find two painted and decorated cards waiting for him the very next day.
Dresser
When the twins joked about needing a dresser to keep all the blankets and toys and little (big) clothes the sparklings had been given, they were understandably quite shocked to find a cybertronian size, oak-colored furniture sitting in their living quarters.
Bonfire -- "a fire in which bones were/are burnt"
Flames had dwindled joors ago but the disgraced warrior priests had been left to hang on the chains, because this was a bonfire and they would witness whatever was left of the heretic melt away before it was their turn.
Thunderstorm
Originally Ratchet had been afraid of acid rains but soon after the war began, the medic found himself praying for them to happen more often: come the thunderstorms, the battles would halt as the two sides hurried for cover and just for a moment Ratchet could pretend there was no war.
- Senna-chan