If you wouldn't mind I would like a Christmas ask where the s/o makes Ratchet a homemade blanket, like knitted it themselves as a gift for him anonymously but he later finds out it was them. Please and thank you. Love your work.
Ratchet X Reader –Christmas Gifts
A/N – I actually wrote thispre-relationship because I wasn’t paying attention to where my mind was takingme, I hope that’s okay. Also…. I accidently let this ask get a bit angsty, mybad.
Ratchet glared at the basedistastefully, unable to ignore the vibrant colours around the room, almostlike a solar storm had thrown up there. How was he ever supposed to getanything done when the room was so distracting? What was the point in so manytiny lights on string? Why not simply have one large light? Then there were thecoloured paper rings that served no purpose, along with a tree decorated withwhat was supposed to be a star yet looked nothing like one. Were humans sodetermined to be inaccurate that they completely ignored the fact that starswere great big balls of gas that would burn them alive on contact. “Bah,” hespat.
“Humbug,” You finished, gigglingat his bad attitude from the sofa on the balcony above.
“(Y/N),” He said, surprised youwere there. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I don’t know Ratchet, itcould be that I stayed here all night because you were supposed to take me homeand forgot to while the others were away.”
“What… Oh yes.” Ratchetdistinctly remembered that he’d been in charge of you until he’d left you infavour of work where he’d forgotten about you completely. Had you really sleptthere last night? If you’d have only made yourself known, he would have takenyou home, or perhaps let you use his hab-suite. After all, there was nothingwrong with that, right? It’s not like he would have been in there with you and…what was he thinking? Ratchet quickly snapped his mind back to the present. “Ipresume you are responsible for defacing the base last night?”
“Yes Ratchet,” You saidsarcastically, “I lugged a twenty-foot tree in by myself, and while I was at it,did you know I also defeated Megatron and became the ruler of the free world?”
Had it of been anyone else,Ratchet would have berated the sardonic reply, however since it was you hechuckled, hiding it behind a fake cough which you saw right through.
“Fine, since you clearly weren’tbehind this, who was, your royal highness?”
“The other bots returned lastnight, so I’ll give you a clue, it starts with a bumble and ends in a bee.”
“And Bumblebee didn’t offer totake you home after his degenerative vandalism?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek.In truth, you’d pretended to be asleep because you were tired and didn’t want togo, plus you had a bet going with Miko to try and see who was the latestsleeper of the lot; she thought it was going to be Bulkhead but you had asneaky suspicion it would be Arcee. “Come on Ratchet, they’d all just come backfrom some tough recon work. They were tired and had to recharge; even Optimusfor scrap’s sake.”
“You used that wrong,” Ratchetsaid, referring to your Cybertronian bad language.
“No fair, you set me up.”
“You set yourself up, now help meget this scrap down.”
Ratchet reached up, wrapping his servoaround some tinsel. “No,” You called out. “Come on, leave it up.”
“Because it’s Christmas, Ratchet.It’s nice to have this stuff up this time of year.”
“Bah, Christmas. (Y/N), we asCybertronians don’t celebrate Christmas, all of this is devoid of meaning to us.”
You pouted childishly, “Do youeven know what Christmas is or what it’s about?”
“I know enough. I know it’s arather selfish holiday for people to guilt presents out of other people. Amaterialistic excuse of a holiday if you ask me.”
“Then you don’t understand atall. It’s about spending time with friends and loved ones. It’s about tellingold stories and making new memories. Christmas is about fun and acceptance andlove. As for the gifts, well, they’re just the icing on the cake, because itshows that you’re appreciated by those around you. Now let go of that tinsel orI’ll… I’ll jump from this balcony and break a rib,” You dead-panned, eventhough you had no intention of doing so.
Ratchet tutted annoyedly, “Youwouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, you think I wouldn’t do it? ‘CosI’ll do it right now. I have twenty-four ribs and I ain’t scared of breakingone.”
Ratchet knew you were joking;after being part of a four-million year war he was used to fatalistic humour.All the same, he didn’t like hearing you talk like that. He let go of thetinsel, “Fine, have your silly holiday, though I assure you I’ll take no partin it.”
Ratchet’s answer still disappointedyou, though you hoped once he found that he had a gift under the tree, he mightchange his mind; on the off chance he didn’t, you were glad you never put yourname on the tag.
“Fine,” You said somewhat huffily.“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bet with Miko to win.”
Ratchet didn’t ask more, he had thedistinct feeling that he’d offended you by insulting your traditions. Occasionally,you had been known to ask him about what Cybertron used to be like before thewar and not once had you insulted his planet or culture; why couldn’t he actcivil for once? At this rate you’d never see how much he liked and appreciatedyou, though maybe that was for the better. Ratchet sighed, leaving the suddenlycloying room in favour of his hab-suite, where he buried himself in work.
On Christmas day, the base wasbuzzing with noise, mostly from Bumblebee and Bulkhead who were exchanging Christmasstories Raf and Miko had told them, now and then Arcee would add an anecdotefrom Jack to bring the human trio, who were at home with their families, intothe holiday spirit; even Optimus listened, forgetting work for one day in favourof learning some human culture.
Ratchet distanced himself fromthe chatting group, regretting now that he hadn’t listened to you more, so he couldbring your very essence to the conversation. What would he say when Bumblebeewas talking about family meals, and Bulkhead was bringing up Christmas concerts?Somehow, mentioning that you’d threatened to jump of a balcony didn’t feel likeit matched the Christmas spirit.
On the side-lines, Ratchet still couldn’tsee the appeal of the holiday and now he was starting to think he wouldn’t.Then, later in the day, the gift giving began. Everyone had something from eachother, but the bots fell quiet as they realised that nobody had gotten anythingfor Ratchet, each assuming that the others would do so, it had even slippedOptimus’ processor, though he hadn’t got gifts for anyone and hadn’t expectedany at all for himself. Fortunately, Bumblebee saw a parcel wrapped in brownpaper under the tree with Ratchet’s name on a large tag; thank Primus, one ofthe humans had pulled through. Bumblebee beeped and whistled, offering the giftto Ratchet.
“What?” Ratchet said, shocked byBumblebee’s words. “What do you mean there’s something for me?”
Bumblebee chirped happily,passing the present to the old medic then turning his attention to the gift Rafhad got him, unwrapping it with child-like glee.
Ratchet didn’t pay attention tothe others, instead he gently held the tag on his gift, looking for anythingthat would reveal who it was from. Why wasn’t there a name on it? He carefully unwrappedit, pulling out a perfectly-sized, red, green and white knitted blanket. Herubbed the material gently between two digits, silently marvelling how soft itwas. Who would take the time to make such a precious gift for him? He glancedat the bots around him, thankful that they were too distracted with theirprevious conversation to notice him.
He paused, thinking through thepuzzle analytically. His optics travelled over Optimus, but no, the Autobotleader would never have enough time to make something so time-consuming.Bulkhead? Definitely not, the heavy-handed wrecker broke more than he fixed.Arcee simply didn’t have the patience, and Bumblebee, though he probably wouldhave made a good effort couldn’t make something so intricate on his firstattempt.
Ratchet considered the few humanshe knew. He certainly hoped it wasn’t Fowler, and June would be too busy at thehospital. He’d seen Miko and Jack’s home economics projects which were a messat best. Raf was a brilliant mind and he certainly had enough siblings to knowhow to sew and knit, yet the blanket simply didn’t feel like Raf. Ratchet’sspark dipped dizzily; he knew only one other human.
Quietly, he got up, setting the groundbridge to coordinates near you, and messaging you to meet him once he got there.
“Where are you going, old friend?”Optimus asked as the ground-bridge opened.
Ratchet ignored the other bots asall optics went to him, “I have some… business to attend to. I will be backshortly.”
He transformed into his alt-mode,driving through the ground bridge to the secluded meeting spot he’d chosen wherehe waited, hoping you would arrive at all considering how rude he had beenduring your last conversation.
It was around half an hour laterwhen you finally reached him in your own car. “Ratchet,” You said concernedly, “Issomething wrong? I got your message and-”
“What did you tell your family?”The talking ambulance in front of you asked.
“Um- just that I’d forgot to dropa present off to a friend’s house. Look, I don’t have long so-”
“Thank you… for the gift.”
You stared hard at the floor,blushing slightly, “What gift?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence. Justbecause you didn’t put your name on the tag doesn’t mean I didn’t know it wasfrom you. Is that where you were all those nights you didn’t come to the base?I thought-” Ratchet caught himself, falling silent.
“Thought what?” You asked, findinghis silence curious.
Ratchet said nothing. He didn’twant to admit that he and the others believed you were seeing someone; mostlyhe didn’t want to admit it because it hurt to think about.
“Well uh… it takes a lot ofnights to make something that big,” You admitted sheepishly, picking theconversation back up.
“I don’t have anything for you,”Ratchet mumbled grumpily.
You smiled, pressing your headagainst the ambulance’s side, “I didn’t do it to get something back.”
Ratchet offlined his optics, imaginingfor a moment a world in which he was human, or you were Cybertronian where he’dbe able to hold you, kiss you, and call you his; it was a minute of pureself-indulgence. Little did he know, you were imagining the same thing thereand then, though to you it didn’t matter that you were two very differentspecies, for you would give Ratchet everything you had if he only said the word.Ratchet shook himself out of his fantasy, “I have to go.”
You nodded sadly, “Yeah… I haveto get back to my family before they miss me.”
“Bye Ratchet, I’ll see you at thebase,” You got in your car, driving off.
Ratchet waited till you were adot in the distance before transforming back to his root-mode and openlyletting himself weep.
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