[Transformers] Ficlets
Aug. 16th, 2010 07:43 amI don't even remember writing these...
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: R-ish
Prompt:Blackout / Optimus Prime / beloved
( He didn't mind the table scraps. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG-ish
Prompt: Megatron / Bumblebee / monotony
( Megatron smiled, recalling the spray of sparks, the smell of solder, the shriek of pain from the torn vocalizer. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Optimus Prime / Bumblebee / falling
( We found Bumblebee in a pool of oil and energon, armor singed and stained. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: G
Prompt: Jazz / Sam Witwicky / touch
( Later he'd think about that painting he saw in his humanities class. God touching man. Fingers a breadth apart. And he'd wonder if this was how it felt. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Judy Witwicky / Sam Witwicky / damaged
( She wasn't a violent woman, really, but there was something about these men–uniform clones, same pressed shirts, and close clipped hair, same pallid, sickly looking skin and sober expressions–that made her hands itch for that baseball bat she'd threatened earlier. )
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Fandom: Transformers
Rating: R-ish
Prompt:Blackout / Optimus Prime / beloved
( He didn't mind the table scraps. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG-ish
Prompt: Megatron / Bumblebee / monotony
( Megatron smiled, recalling the spray of sparks, the smell of solder, the shriek of pain from the torn vocalizer. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Optimus Prime / Bumblebee / falling
( We found Bumblebee in a pool of oil and energon, armor singed and stained. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: G
Prompt: Jazz / Sam Witwicky / touch
( Later he'd think about that painting he saw in his humanities class. God touching man. Fingers a breadth apart. And he'd wonder if this was how it felt. )
Fandom: Transformers (2007)
Rating: PG
Prompt: Judy Witwicky / Sam Witwicky / damaged
( She wasn't a violent woman, really, but there was something about these men–uniform clones, same pressed shirts, and close clipped hair, same pallid, sickly looking skin and sober expressions–that made her hands itch for that baseball bat she'd threatened earlier. )
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