TF Femslash Week Day 1: Lug/Anode

(thought I’d start off the week with a classic lesbian mood)









“I lovve my grilfriend….Shezz my aaangerl…..” Anode crooned, her words slurring together as she lay half-slumped on the bar’s counter. Lug really should have stopped her after the third drink, but Anode, seeming to be in a jovial mood, had assailed her with smooches every time she tried to take her glass away. Thinking back on it, that was really quite unfair—Anode probably had known exactly what she was doing. Lug would tell her off if not for how damned cute she was being at the moment.





“Imma lesbiab-” Anode paused. Her face screwed up in frustration. “…I’mm lesbiam-” No, that wasn’t right. “I’m…I’m less bien…”





Whirl, appearing out of nowhere as if he had sensed a sapphic bot in need, leaned over to gently pat Anode’s shoulder. “It’s okay, take your time.”





Anode’s brow furrowed. Her optics focused on some distant, unknowable point, far beyond the reaches of this mortal plane and into the depths of the void that shielded the universe from eldritch beings whose hunger outlasted existence itself, spiraling endlessly outwards in a vast swathe of immortal, all-seeing madness whose very presence made Existence tremble.





And then Anode flopped onto Lug and sighed, “Girls…”





Lug huffed at being laid on, yet still propped up her partner to plant a kiss on her cheek. Anode grinned and tried to chase after her lips, but Lug shook her head. “Later. When you’re not stupid drunk.”





“But poppetttt…” Anode looked stricken by this denial of smooches. “How c’n I not smorch my grilfriend???? M’beyutiful boxy girlfriend..”





“Anode, I’m your wife.”





A second passed in silence as Anode squinted at Lug with bleary optics. Then, tears suddenly beaded at their sides.





“…yuor my WIFE???!!!?!!?”





Lug sighed. Their dates always ended like this.