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Ah, unfortunately I do not but I’ll keep this post up for anyone that does have that and wants to DM you with it ^^

Tfp dratchet commission also drawn by 骨犬!

OMG they are fast😱😱

Drift designed by my dear friend aby nim

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Commission drawn by 骨犬

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(This is my personal take, and take it as you will since I most likely will not get to write it given the current direction of my life)

It was very small, rushed even. It took place about 2 months before their return to the lost light, Drift being the one who was hesitant about the whole thing. After the events of EOS Drift and Ratchet were sort of meandering through the universe, not in any hurry to return. The feelings between them were known, leading to more awkward encounters in confined spaces and more arguments.

Ratchet was happy he had Drift back, but Drift was not exactly happy to be returning to the Lost Light. He had agreed because Ratchet had asked, and anything the medic asked of him he would agree too, it was just how Drift operated.

They both initially cleaned up and had minor repairs done, visiting a few planets. Touches of servos, a closeness with brushing of shoulders and knees, comfortable just being in each others presence. The reality was that Drift was bitter about the Overlord event, that it took so long for anyone to come looking for him, especially not Rodimus. The mental barrier he had built after Ratchet had basically begun to shut him out, their constant opposition on the Lost Light had damaged Drifts psyche one more.

As much as Drift wanted to be with Ratchet, he was scared. Everything in his life had always been taken from him, violently, and the last thing he wanted was to lose the one thing he had been chasing for millions of years. Their affections and feelings took time to be accepted, Ratchet making the biggest changes of them both. Act of Intimacy: Holding each others servos became commonplace, even sitting together on their smaller ship together. They would often lay together on the berth, just enjoying the closeness of each other. The warmth of Ratchets frame and sure touch, the purring of Drifts engine and soft smile Act of Disclosure: Ratchet had messed up, he pushed everyone including Drift away, because his frame was failing him. He didn't want anyone to suffer because of him. Ratchet hated goodbyes, ignored them when possible, just disappearing and not saying a word. Helping Drift during his exile from the ship was his goodbye, the words he could never say. It wasn't until Drift was gone that he realized how much the mech had always been there, shadows or movement in Ratchets optics of a frame that no longer existed. His torture on Luna 1, the death of Pharma and Ambulon. First Aid accosting him, the first time any bot had really ever squared away at his level. Ratchet realizing he was terribly alone and that he was missing the one constant in his life that had always been there: Drift

Act of Profference: many years ago Ratchet had found a crystal that resembled a purple flower, a memory that struck him deeply. He knew that the flower and color purple were important but the reason why he could never explain. He thought of Drift and the 'hippy' mechs collection. He always had the crystal with him, looking for an opportune time to give it to him, to find out why the memories haunted him and Drifts opinion. When Ratchet regained his memories while searching for Drift he knew it was time. Offering the mech the flower and explaining why he had kept it for so long, often sitting in his office stroking the edges of the carved crystal. The finding of the metal flower in Drifts personal things, the one Deadlock had made for him so long ago. "All these years I had this stupid rock, wanting to give it to you. A gift, something so simple. Yet every time I thought I could hand it over I was struck with some feeling, an emotion I couldn't explain. It reminded me of you, of something that was in my past that I couldn't remember. But now that I know the truth, the reality that Deadlock had given me a Nightshade flower to keep me busy because he was so worried about me.....I couldn't let it go."

Drifts Profference came in an even more long term agreement. His returning of his Autobrand. The reformat of their frames, the balancing between the two of them. Their frames reflected each other, two pieces that fit together when one. Ratchet made Drift promise to keep going no matter what happened, and to not be so hard on himself and that he had done enough to redeem himself in Ratchets view. Drift offered Ratchet his great sword, the crystal shining bright between them. It was Wing, his very soul in the hilt. Approving and joyful, a whisper in Ratchets audial that it was the right path forward.

Act of Devotion: where to start. Drifts endless search for redemption, approval from Ratchet. To have Dai Atlus and the others look upon him in acceptance. His acceptance of his ultimate fate in the Allspark. The self exiling so that the crew could continue their mission. Megatron, to look at the Autobot badge on his chest and defeating the DJD. Deadlock had defied his own orders to protect Ratchet. Suffered under Turmoil for his unrequited loved, the anger in the medics optics at what he had become. Stabbing himself in Vector Sigma so as not to be controlled. Ratchet learning to love himself, to see past his faults and that he was a good medic, not one perfected by forging. To love those around him and let them in (Ratchet very much became a hugger and gave them out freely). Ratchet would become a teacher and instruct a whole new generation of medics. He would open his door to anyone in need, never asking for a dime in return. Didn't matter the hour or faction, if you were in need Ratchet and Drift took them in. And his love for Drift, his forgiveness of his personal beliefs against Deadlock. Ratchet did not fail Drift back in the Dead End, it was an inevitable fact that life changed everyone. The cape and shoulder armor you see at his funeral was a gift, something he had custom made years past for their second ceremony. Two months before their return to the Lost Light Drift and Ratchet had a ceremony in front of a officiant, servos locked together as they smiled warmly. It was their last night in their old frames, they would both go for a reformat the next cycle. It was their first sparkmerge, the bond between them strong, even light years away from each other. Those first few weeks they were like newsparks, exploring each others frames and long nights in berth. Sitting together Under the stars, in open fields, crowded markets. 4 million years of pining had sealed their fates long ago.

Later on in their lives and back on Cybertron they would have a more formal ceremony. Ratchet giving Drift the cape, wearing a matching one. It was the fanciest Ratchet had ever been dressed up, gold highlights and polished plating. It was still a small gathering, one with close intimate friends.