Either Optimus/Ratchet lesbian au or Swerve/Roddy/Mags, modern au/your choice?
Ok this isn't exactly our lesbian au, but it was hard to come up with something for it when like.... we've talked about it all and it was hard to keep it to a short ficlet, haha. But I think this will still quench that thirst.
“Could you get that, Ratch?”
Ratchet rolled her eyes as she pushed up off the couch,drink in hand. Wheeljack didn’t even look up from where gaze was absolutelyfocused on the television screen, lip caught between her teeth as her avatarrolled around endlessly. Ratchet didn’t see the appeal in Dark Souls, butWheeljack got so engaged that it was fun just to watch she yelled and cursedevery time she died. Which was a lot.
“I didn’t know you had invited anyone over.”
“Oh, sorry, yeah. A couple of my dancing friends wanted tohang out,” Wheeljack explained before cursing again.
“Should I put on a bra then?”
Ratchet would have taken the moment to remind Wheeljack thatit was a matter of being presentable since she was no skinny Minnie, but therewas another knock at the door. With a grunt, Ratchet just straightened her tanktop and called it good. If they were friends with Wheeljack, surely they werein no position to judge Ratchet for looking a little sloppy.
However, as soon as Ratchet opened the door, she regrettedher every decision.
The woman was tall, taller than even Ratchet, with broadshoulders and muscular arms peeking out from her simple t-shit. Her skin wasdark and immaculate. With her hair cut short into neat tight curls and lushlips pulled into a friendly smile, she was at once too beautiful and impossiblyapproachable.
Ratchet swore her heart stopped for a minute.
“You must be Ratchet,” the woman said, and god, it wasn’tfair, even her voice was rich and heavenly! Ratchet knew she must have beengaping before she clamped her mouth shut and nodded.
“That’s me. And you must be—well, either Optimus or Jazz,right?”
“Optimus,” she confirmed. “Jazz is parking the car and thenshe’ll be up.”
“Great! Great. Uh, well, come on in,” Ratchet said as shestepped back. “Just follow the sound of dying abominations and you’ll findJackie.”
“Aren’t you going to join us?” Optimus said, stopping justinside the apartment to pull off her shoes.
“In a bit. I just need to change real quick.” Ratchetcrossed her arms above her belly and under her tits, unused to being soself-conscious. Already she was trying to figure out which of her clothes shehad inevitably left around Wheeljack’s apartment. A bra would already be animprovement, but maybe a flannel to hide the bumps and folds—
“Why?” Optimus asked, completely genuine. “You look lovely.”
Ratchet cursed her pale skin as she could feel her cheeksflush, but she still laughed and said, “If you like ‘em fat and butch, maybe.”
Optimus’s smile took on a sly tilt.
