Soundwave, Megatron, Ultra Magnus, Ratchet, Drift, Roller all being tall mechs.
Rodimus: *Staring up at them* That鈥檚 hot 馃槒馃槍
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Ratchrod Art Trade with the amazing @avoidghost and @fmab馃挄馃挄
My two prompts for these were:
1. Rodimus easily getting flustered by Ratchet whenever he flirts
2. Rodimus and Ratchet going out in town to let Ratchet's true inner "Party Ambulance" out
This was a lot of fun! <3
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I will never understand ratch/rod shippers. That is an old man and his delinquent nephew he has to bail out of jail.
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22 with rodratch for the prompts 馃憖馃挄
22.) kissing someone鈥檚 cuts/bruises/scratches
"Can you kiss it better?"
It comes out as a joke. Teasing. Slips out impetuously, which tends to happen worse than usual when Rodimus is woozy from energon loss, and proximity to Ratchet when he's like this is akin to putting kindling near a fire. Ratchet should've--would've usually brushed it off. Ratchet and Rodimus have this play by play memorized, they got it down to a science, there are rules, even if they haven't properly addressed them, and this is going off script into dangerous territory.
Ratchet stares at Rodimus for a long, heavy moment, long enough that Rodimus's winning smile wobbles uncertainly. He'd expected an eye roll. An indignant huff. A snarky come back just shy of flirting back, as a joke. Tit for tat. Instead, Ratchet stares at Rodimus severely, brow pinched in concern rather than his usually ornery frown, the edges of his lips tight and thin. Rodimus flounders, eyes owlishly round.
Wordlessly, Ratchet dips down and presses a kiss to the surface level scuff on Rodimus's cheek guard, firm and mutedly passioned. Ratchet pulls back to catch Rodimus's eye, and his gaze is a storm of worry. Rodimus swallows thickly. If Ratchet is diverting from the script, then he will too.
"Missed a spot,"
"Tell me where," Ratchet says, roughly, subdued. Rodimus raises a surprisingly steady finger to his lips and taps a nigh negligible cut there. Ratchet licks his lips and leans in to kiss that better too.
The kiss should be short, but it isn't. The second their mouths connect, Rodimus gasps, and Ratchet takes the chance to slip his tongue into Rodimus's waiting mouth. Rodimus clings to him, and Ratchet clings back, and they trade desperate kisses under a crumbling, makeshift shelter on the far edge of the battlefield.
Eventually, Ratchet pulls back far enough to press their foreheads together, steady hands cupping the back of Rodimus's head and rubbing soothing circles into the dented plating.
"Never do something that stupid again," Ratchet says. He knows it's a foolish demand. Risking his life to save others is just what Rodimus does, and Ratchet both loves and hates Rodimus for his selflessness.
"I won't," Rodimus lies, and Ratchet loves him terribly for the effort, flimsy as it is. Rodimus noses Ratchet's cheek, his clever, too sharp smile finding its place back on his lips. "So long as you promise to be there to kiss it better,"
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