Some WheelRatch 🥚preg Dino babies, because of anyone was going to do it I guess it's me.
(Part 1) || (Part 2)
This is mostly about Wheeljack learning to accept that Ratchet could really love him and then they bond.
How Wheeljack ended up with a bot like Ratchet he wasn't really sure. It was probably not because they had the same interests, although it didn't hurt, and not because he was particularly interesting in looks either.
When he'd asked Ratchet would answer with the most beautiful laugh, claps his servos around Wheeljack and tell him it's how easily he makes him happy. Which, Wheeljack supposed is a good thing, considering he sometimes caught a strong guilty feeling about how much he changed for him.
Ratchet went from spending long nights at the bar to quiet evening cuddling on the couch. Talking with any bot who said hello, to only keeping his optics on him.
'Facing...
Ratchet used to spend most of his free time facing with any bot willing, almost anywhere, any way that was agreed upon, except spark sharing. He was adamant about that type, every time Wheeljack brought up that maybe tonight they should share energy, Ratchet would say he isn't ready to open up to him like that yet. Those nights he would wake up alone.
So when bots would congratulate him saying things like he must be so good in the berth to "tame" some bot like Ratchet he'd simply exvented in agreement because what else could he say.
"Wheeljack is something wrong?", Ratchet unfurls himself from their going to charge cuddling and flops over so he can rest his helm between Wheeljack's hip joints.
"No, just-", he ex vent turns his helm to look away. He promised Ratchet he would stop asking if he was happy with him, and he's really trying, but...
"You're feeling unsure about my feelings for you again." Ratchet shift more so his helm lands on Wheeljack's windshield and reaches to grab his face.
"Yeah how'd you figure that out?"
"You've asked me five times this week."
"Sorry I'm trying to be better about this but just I think about the life you used to live before our relationship and I can't believe you're happier this way." Wheeljack turns his focus on Ratchet's face plate. So slim in its shape, optics so blue and pure it's hard not to get lost in them. How could he ever-
"Who said I was happy before?" Ratchet breaks sight contact and rubs his helm into Wheeljack's chest plate right above his spark. "I'm glad I don't have to fight to keep any bot's attention anymore. I have yours and you don't even force me to open my plating like all those other hook ups." He kisses the center of where 'Jack's spark would be. "How can't I be happy when the bot I love enjoys me for everything else that I am."
When he out it like that Wheeljack supposes it does sound condescending to keep doubting Ratchet's choice in picking their relationship over that of any bot else. That maybe his doubt would probably make any other bot think he was trying to break it off, but no his Ratchet is stubborn. "I'm happy too. I'm glad we picked each other."
"Yeah, you better."
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When he restarts Wheeljack sees the soft light of the sun hitting his loft's window. The smokey blue haze running into the atmosphere's natural golden moring glow, it was all nothing compared to the absolute relaxation on Ratchet's face.
He runs his digits around that white helm. Wheeljack never gets up before Ratchet. Even when Ratchet shuts in longer he gets up to present himself picture perfect. Nothing like now, cheek smotched, lips parted and glossa sticking out mid lick. He drools in his sleep, Primus below them his engine even whistles. If it was possible to love any bot anymore Wheeljack was sure this was it.
Ratchet then boots up and shame fills his field, and he realizes that this is the first time he's ever felt his EM Field. He usually so self composed that he never let so much emotion slip from his frame. "Sorry 'Jackie. Let me clean that for you."
"It's just a little drool it won't kill me." He watches as Ratchet pulls out a smalls rag from his space sub and avoids looking back at him. "Hey", he grabs his servos, "It's fine, really."
There's an awkward pause. They look at each other and then, "Let's get bonded."
"Huh?!?!"
"C'mon let's get bonded, Conjunx, share spark, find other rites and do those too." Ratchet crawls to cover his frame, beautiful blue eyes look back at him and all that shame turns to a warm happiness.
"You don't have to do that, Ratch' I understand your happy how we are." Wheeljack puts his servos on Ratchet's windshield and without a nano sec passing it splits open showing the medic's spark.
It's so light that it he mistaken it as white, but the blue glow on Ratchet's face says other wise. There's small cuts that leave a dent warping what should have been a perfect sphere but still it was Ratchet through and through.
He doesn't know how or why it happens, he doesn't even remember when he sent the command to open his spark. All Wheeljack notices is the absolute joy emitting from his casing. Of two wild and frenzied energies spinning and figuring out how they should form. Where the extra energy will go and that they'll be linked for a while, but with all the love they shared with each other; Wheeljack knows without a doubt,
Forever.
