Ratchet x Lombax! Reader stories

Ratchet x Reader (A Ratchet and Clank fanfic)

Ratchet x Reader one shot

(Ratchet and Clank fanfic)

Note: I may be a bit rusty on certain details since I haven't been into the series for a while. Also, reader-chan is a Lombax. Please enjoy.

(Y/N)= your name

(E/C)= Eye color

*Idk if it is a planet in that universe, please don't hate me.

(Y/n)'s POV

It feels like it's been ages since I have had any contact with Ratchet and Clank. I get that they're Galactic Rangers, and are trying to keep the universe safe from certain doom. But would it kill them to at least call when they aren't busy? I tried calling them. No answer.

"Tch... Okay, now I'm starting to worry. I think I ought to make sure they're alright."

I go and hop on my custom hover board, headed to Ratchet's place. When I got there, I heard shouting, as well as bangs and clatters. Not bothering to knock, I barge in, sprinting towards the noise.

"Guys?! Hold on, I'm comin'!"

The commotion seems to be coming from the bathroom.

"Get off! Let me go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Ratchet. You need to do this. Doctor's orders."

"I don't care what the doc said, I'm not doing it!"

Without thinking, I ran into the bathroom.

"Guys, are you alright?! What's going o--"

At that moment, I regretted my decision. Ratchet, clinging onto the corners of the bathtub, no clothes, struggling to stay out of the tub. Clank, on his (Ratchet) back trying to make him go into the bubbly tub. They looked in my direction. I quickly covered my eyes, blushing immensely.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I thought you were... I... ugh!"

"Rather impeccable timing, (Y/N)." Said Clank. Ratchet groaned in embarrassment.

"So... what exactly is going on here?" I asked.

"Well, you see, Ratchet has a bit of a cold from our last mission, and the only way for him to get better is rest and warm baths."

"What about nanotech? Shouldn't that prevent him from getting sick?"

"Yes, but somehow the virus has infected Ratchet's nanotech, and ceased its normal function. Luckily, it's not too severe," Clank explained.

"But it is very important that he gets plenty of rest. Unfortunately, due to his sickness, he's been rather... difficult."

Ratchet huffed, sniffed.

"Why not give him new nanotech?"

"I'm afraid that won't work. In fact, it might make his condition worse," Clank sighed.

"Hmmm... maybe I can help?" I asked.

"Huh?!" Ratchet exclaimed.

"Hm... I suppose I could use the help. Especially with getting him in the bath. Very well then." Clank hopped off of Ratchet, headed out of the bathroom. "I'm heading to the store to get some groceries for some soup. I'll be back soon. Good luck, (Y/N)."

"Oh-upta...C-clank!" Ratchet stuttered, reaching out and slipped into the water. I stifled a giggle, trying to hide my smile as Ratchet emerged from the water, sputtering and spitting. A laugh escaped from my lips.