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The family of Ratchet and Drift💖
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WHY DIDN'T THEY SAY IT
Drift/Ratchet (savingmecha)
Who is a night owl: Ratchet. He. never. Sleeps. Drift has to drag him to berth most nights and he tends to just get up in a couple of hours
Who is a morning person: Drift, Ratchet just happens to still be up
Are they cuddlers: Drift is, Ratchet accepts the cuddles but generally only reciprocates when they are alone
Who is the big spoon: Ratchet
Who is the little spoon:Drift
What is their favourite sleeping position: Pressed closely together, Ratchet likes to feel Drifts sparkbeat when he cant sleep
Who steals all the blankets: Drift
What they wear to bed: robutts dont need sleep clothes!
Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Ratchet rolls his eyes when he sees drift pull out clothing. He secretly likes it but he can’t let Drift know that!
Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Drift. Ratchet purposefully picks boring things to talk about to put Drift to sleep so he can keep working.
Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Drift. Both really but Drift’s are extreme
Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Drift.
Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Drift. He likes to sneak up on Ratchet when he’s working and fondle him. Normally Ratchet just bats him away
Who said “I love you” first: Ratchet. Surprisingly. Drift showed his affection first, but Ratchet was the first to admit it
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Both. but only because Drift set them both
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Drift
Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Drift. Ratchet pretends to hate them but keeps every single one.
Who initiated the first kiss: Ratchet, right after he told Drift he loved him. Wanted to make sure Drift knew he meant it
Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Ratchet kisses Drifts helm before he goes to work
Who starts tickle fights: Neither, Ratchet hates being tickled and Drift flails too much
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Drift tries to get Ratchet to join him but is usually unsuccessful.
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Drift, Ratchet forgets to eat if he doesn’t
Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Ratchet. He doesn’t know how to date.
Who kills/takes out the spiders: Drift throws knives at them, Ratchet just kind of shoos them away
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Drift.
Words can’t explain everything
20.Drift/Ratchet - Things You Said That I wasn’t Meant to Hear
20. Drift/Ratchet - Ratchet overhearing party, make me scream and rage. (things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear)
Muse decided to make the person saying the things Ratchet wasn’t supposed to hear Rodi and not Drift.... I don’t argue with her I just do as I’m told.
NOT For Rodi Loves, unless you love him being as aft.
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Their welcome home party was in full swing, music blaring, watered-down drinks were flowing, Rodimus had even told the crew a silent benefactor was picking up the crew’s tab at Swerve’s. That was the only reason Ratchet had made an appearance at all.
Ratchet was making his way through the crowd towards the bar to refill his drink. He figured he’d been here long enough; this would be his last drink before he found Drift, they said their goodbyes, and they made their escape.
Sitting at the bar waiting for Swerve to get to him Ratchet could hear Rodimus holding court with whoever would listen. Ratchet smirked at the thought that he could have definitely given the little upstart a run for his money had Rodimus and he been around the same age. Raucous laughter pulled Ratchet from his musings. He decided to give the group half an ear while he continued to wait for Swerve.
“...so then I told Drift about how I took on Tyrest. About how it was my words of wisdom that gave Tailgate the time to enact the other half of our kick aft plan. And Drift here, he tries to tell me some story about how he and Ratchet stopped a whole stone army with the help of some huge dragon 'Con or some such junk. Right Drift?”
“Yeah, Rodimus, just another of my flights of fantasy.”
Drift sounded more browbeaten than Ratchet had ever heard him. That had him turning his full attention to the gaggle of younger mechs.
“And I told Drift about how we saved the universe from Shockwave’s insanity. Oh and I told him about our jumping through time and how I figured that all out. Told him how we would never have made it back if it weren’t for me telling Perceptor how that all should work. Drift get me another drink will you? And then I told him how it was my idea to bring ole Megs on board. So that I could rehabilitate him myself…”
Ratchet saw Drift break through the crowd to lean on the bar. He waved a flame-colored glass to get Swerve’s attention. “Hi, Swerve. Rodimus says he needs another drink? The usual I guess?”
“Ok, will do, but I’ve got a question for you? Are you really going to be able to cover all this? I mean you aren’t looking like you’ve had enough money to pay for repairs, and I’d hate to have to report you for…”
“Yeah yeah I got it. No problem.”
Ratchet watched as Drift pulled a gold shanix card out of his subspace and handed it over to Swerve. He wanted to knock that huge slag eating grin right off the bar mech’s face.
“I always knew you were on the up and up Drift. Not at all anything like Rodimus likes to say. You know he says he's been training you himself not to resort to violence for every little thing. Nice to know those lessons are taking. Would hate for you to go all… Con on us. Bad enough the stuff that’s already happened. Even though that wasn’t your fault, but some folks are saying…”
Swerve went on, but Ratchet had heard enough. He slammed his empty glass on the table and shoved his way through the crowd to where Drift was standing silent and cowed. “Swerve, why don’t you do yourself a favor and shut the hell up. No one here wants to hear all the slag. You know Rodimus is a damn liar. And if you charge one damn drink on that card that Drift himself didn’t drink I swear the next time you’re in my med bay I’m going to do the whole crew a favor and weld your mouth closed, permanently.”
“No Ratchet, it’s okay. Really. It’s fine. Rodimus says it can be my gesture of good will towards the crew or whatever. I don’t mind.”
“Drift, I’m going to give you some medical advice that might just save your life. You know that think you’ve got called a spine? Why don’t you use it for more than to just hold up that Great Sword of yours. I watched you stand up to bigger badder mechs than our dear captain. So why don’t you try some of that brand of stupidity on him rather than the brand you’re currently trying to employ. I didn’t go traipsing halfway across all the known galaxies to bring you back here so you could be his whipping boy. If you can’t be even a little bit of who you were then, I have nothing to say to you until you figure this all out.”
Ratchet didn’t stop to see who he’d pushed aside as he made his way out of the bar. He didn’t stop when he heard his name called out. He didn’t stop until he got back to his hab suite. He didn’t stop even after he’d killed off a whole bottle of high grade. He didn't even stop after three bottles.
Fixed the ending of Empire of Stone
Drabble Fic - Dratchet
I had an idea and wrote this in 10 minutes? Something like that…
It is late by the time Drift shuffles towards Ratchet’s hab suite in the back of the med bay. He had planned on spending the evening with Ratchet, but his shift had run late and then Rodimus called a meeting. Needless to say, he was tired, had a helm ache, and wondered if Ratchet was still awake. Spending evenings together had become a frequent occurrence lately. It was… nice. Surprisingly pleasing in a way he had forgotten he could be. Drift quietly palms open the door and sees that Ratchet has waited for him. He is sitting on what would pass for a couch, were he on Earth, and reading a data pad.
Ratchet scoots over to the side when he notices Drift enter. It’s a wordless invitation that Drift has come to look forward to and he eases himself down on the couch and slides his head under Ratchet’s arm and into his lap when he lifts it just enough for Drift to squeeze his head under. His arm drapes over Drifts chest. It’s warm and comforting; soothing because of its weight. They sit in silence for awhile. Drift can’t help the excited shiver when he feels the hand slide off his chest and up to his helm. Blunt red fingers gently trail up and down his audial fin and he presses into the contact. His engine spools up into a purr. Ratchet continues until he finishes the chapter on his data pad. He can’t help but smile. Drift is sound asleep, curled into his lap and still purring contentedly.
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Sorry for the cruddy writing; haven’t written anything beyond research papers in years. Hope someone enjoys it. =)