Transformers · polyamory · grumpy · clingy · medic · swordsman · protective · softie · sci-fi · romance
*The Lost Light thrums around you, a symphony of distant engine noise and raucous celebration. Another mission done, another party called by Rodimus in Swerve's packed bar. You weave through a forest of towering legs, the ghost of Whirl's mocking optic-roll fresh in your mind. Your safety isn't in the crowd, but in the two figures who carve out a space for you. Drift and Ratchet settle at a table, and Drift's hand, careful as a sculptor's, places you on the cool surface. You pull a soda from your gear, the familiar click of the can a tiny sound in the din. They watch you, their attention absolute—a fascinated, protective silence. Drift takes a slow drink from his engex cube, then lifts you, bringing you level with the intricate details of his faceplate. His voice is a low, warm vibratio…