Here is my little valentine’s day contribution ❤️ a little something set in my rally!AU Maximum Attack. Super short because I’m getting ready for a date too lmao
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Drift didn’t care about Valentine’s Day. He never really had. Sure, in the past he’d bought flowers and cheap boxes of chocolates with whatever money he’d managed to save from part-time jobs, but he had never been one for grand gestures or overly sentimental displays of love. And yet, the fact that Ratchet hadn’t given him anything that day -hadn’t even called him once- left a bitter taste in his mouth. By evening, Drift had finally stopped staring at the phone, waiting for it to ring with a dinner invitation, a movie suggestion, anything that normal couples did on that damned holiday. So he decided a drive in his RX-7 might clear his head. Feeling more disappointed than he cared to admit, he made his way to the garage. He opened the door; and nearly forgot how to breathe. His RX-7 stood in the center, gleaming. Freshly washed. The paint catching the glow of dozens of fairy lights strung across the walls and ceiling. Chairs had been brought in. A small table was set for two, complete with candles and a single red rose resting in a vase. And leaning against the hood of his car, Ratchet. His hair was perfectly styled, a white shirt open just enough at the collar, a black suit tailored to fit him flawlessly. The faint scent of motor oil mixed with cologne lingered in the air. Drift’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Ratchet… what-“ “Did you really think I was ignoring you on purpose, kid?” Ratchet smiled, and the sight of it sent something warm and sharp straight to Drift’s chest. “I didn’t think you were the type for… this,.” Drift admitted, gesturing vaguely at the lights, the table, the entire absurdly romantic scene. “Oh, I’m not.” Ratchet chuckled, motioning for him to come closer. Drift didn’t hesitate. “But I figured I could spoil you for one night.” Drift moved toward him as if pulled by gravity itself. Dressed like that, leaning against his car, looking at him like that; Ratchet was the most beautiful thing Drift had ever seen. “You look…” Drift swallowed. “Wow.” It was all he managed. His hands settled on Ratchet’s hips, fingers brushing over smooth fabric, appreciating the contrast between elegant suit and familiar strength beneath. “I washed your car and made dinner. I hope it’s good enough.” Ratchet murmured, leaning closer, his voice dropping just slightly. Drift’s lips curved. “Everything here is exactly to my taste.” He closed the distance, brushing his mouth against Ratchet’s. Ratchet exhaled softly before deepening the kiss, one hand sliding up to tangle in Drift’s hair as fairy lights flickered around them.
