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I just wanna hear about Ratchet tbh

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Headcanons for Knight-verse/Bee-verse Ratchet

He’s younger than his counter parts this go round! Bayverse/Prime Ratchet I place around 45-50 earth years old and TFA Ratchet I believe to be 60ish. From the small bit I’ve seen, I’d say he’s closer to 30-35!

He might be younger, but he’s just as jaded as the others, if not a little bit more; After all, he had to fight the war still while Bumblebee guarded Earth (though it’s unknown how long he sat in stasis)

Ratchet group-raised Bumblebee and was responsible for his more scholarly teachings (Bumblebee might’ve picked up some of the older mech’s sarcastic attitude from these lessons)

He’s wary of humans due to the very brief Decepticon-Sector 7 alliance, but he understands that Humanity didn’t know better.

It’s unsure if, before the war, he had someone set to be his Conjunx Endura, but during he would often start asking a question to someone who wasn’t there. (It’s rumored that whoever was with him wasn’t exactly gone... or an autobot)

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some self-indulgent self-insert stuffs

“I’ve missed you,” Wizard says like it’s something shameful.

The group behind them looks at them like they’ve never seen them so solemn and perhaps they haven’t. “I missed you too,” Drift returns, lips quirking into a small smile.

Suddenly, and before he can even process it, Wizard is in his arms. It feels like they belong there. Drift’s servos move to the back of their helm and to their back in obvious affection. Realization quickly dawns on the groups faces. “Is this the guy you were talking about, commander?” the jet asks. “The medic?”

Wizard stiffens in Drift’s arms at the comment, warming slightly, but they don’t say a word. “That’s Ratchet,” Drift supplies helpfully, a soft kind of smug as Wizard buries themselves further into his chassis.

“You’re Drift, then, I take it,” the short one with the mask says, obviously the leader.

He looks all too knowing about something that everyone else has clearly already figured out. Wizard clearly adores him though, all of them really, based on how their EM bursts into proud affection. Love has never been something Wizard has had the spark to hide.

“I am,” Drift confirms.

After a long moment, Drift finally taps Wizard’s arm. It’s a silent command for them to let go. Wizard abides. They retreat slowly and reluctantly, “Is Ratchet back?”

They ask the question with hope shining in their optics. They’ve never been subtle about how they admire the older mech and his hands— his original hands— more than anything. “Yes.” Drift nods. “He should be in the medibay.”

“Can I see him?” Wizard seems to ask before they can stop themselves.

As they realize what they’ve said, they look back at their little group of misfits. The leader nods his consent despite the conflict in his body language, “Go on.”

Now that Drift is really looking, they all look underfueled. He can understand the hesitation, but he doesn’t leave the chance for him to change his mind.

Drift pulls Wizard along as he begins to walk. “I’ll send for Ultra Magnus, so stay here,” he softly commands the rest, already sending the ping.

Wizard doesn’t say a word as they’re hauled along, their servo warm in his grip. “Ratchet’s going to be mad that you’re so underfueled,” Drift says to fill the silence. “I’m a bit mad too.”

“We did our best,” they say in vague response.

They look uncomfortable at the confession. It’s like they’ve done something wrong by surviving, like Drift would be mad about whatever it is they had to do to live. Drift has known them long enough that he knows he can’t convince them of anything, though, so he says instead, “You did.”

His tone is firm and leaves no room for agreement. Wizard looks like they want to but they know it’s a losing fight.

There’s silence and it stays that way until they reach the door to the medibay. “Ratchet shouldn’t be busy.”

Wizard doesn’t step toward the door. They just stare at it for a long moment. “Will Ratchet be happy to see me?” Wizard asks. They’ve clearly been thinking about it for a long time. “I mean, I wouldn’t be.”

They look resigned but slightly distressed at the prospect that he won’t be. “Why would he be disappointed to see you?” Drift asks softly, lifting one of their servos into both of his.

“I ran,” Wizard returns like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I ran and I promised that I would stay. I promised that I would look after Rodimus and the rest of the crew and I didn’t.”

Drift thinks Wizard is an idiot, but he won’t say it to them when they’re in this state. He presses his thumbs into the back of their servo as he says, “I don’t Ratchet would be mad at you. I think he would just want you to be happy.”

Before Wizard can get another word out, the medibay door opens with a click. Ratchet looks tired as he stands in the doorway. He’s probably just ending his shift. When he sees them both, though, his expression shifts. He still looks tired but something like shock coats it. “Wizard?” he asks.

Hearing their designation practically makes Wizard jump out of their frame, but they compose themselves. They nod, too polite as they say, “Ratchet.”

“Thought I told you to stop with that slag,” Ratchet grumbles, sounding more than a bit miffed. Wizard takes a step back and bites their lip, fidgeting with their digits. It’d be an appealing gesture if they didn’t look so anxious. Ratchet practically huffs as he catches on, “I’m not mad at you.”

Wizard’s optics dart to Drift before returning to Ratchet. “You’re not? I left.”

“Don’t even start this,” Ratchet growls, too tired to deal with anything he find inconvenient. “Now get in here. You look like you need a cube.”

Drift lightly shoves Wizard forward when he realizes that they’re still hesitating. “I really don’t. The other Scavengers have been starving longer than I have,” Wizard says as they step into the medibay, ignoring First Aid’s curious look as they follow Ratchet.

Drift agrees with the assessment that the other Scavengers need fed. Their optics were not as bright as they should have been. Ratchet looks even less amused, however, “That may be so but First Aid can take care of them.” He opens the door to his office and Wizard slinks inside. Drift is quick to follow. “But I’m off-shift and you look like you’re about to fall over.”

“Okay,” Wizard finally consents.

Any stubbornness Wizard has is always lost when someone bites back with clear and concise logic and no one is better at it than Ratchet. They always find themselves conceding to his argument, whether they want to or not.

Ratchet slips a cube into Wizard’s servos and they sip as it, like they’re savoring it. Ratchet hold up another cube, but Drift shakes his head. He’s already had his fuel for the cycle.

Wizard sits themselves on the floor as Ratchet hands them another cube. Drift is quick to settle himself next to them. Ratchet looks torn between his office chair and the floor for only a few moments before sacrificing his joints. He plants himself on Wizard’s other side and they don’t complain like they would have a cycle ago. Instead, they lean against his side.

“I’ve missed you,” Wizard says again.

This time it sounds a lot like an, “I love you.”

Drift practically can’t help himself as he leans over and snatches their lips with his own, can’t help himself as Wizard squeaks in surprise and Ratchet chuckles above them. It feels as right as having either Ratchet or Wizard in his arms.

When he pulls back, Ratchet’s arms are already snaking themselves back around Wizard’s waist. Wizard vents are struggling to keep themselves from running on high. “We missed you too,” Ratchet says quietly.

He presses his face into their neck and nips at the cable he can get to. A near impossible task with their armor’s collar, but he manages it. “We missed you,” Drift echoes with a smile.

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