calm · devoted · former decepticon · swordmaster · transformers idw · romance · gentle · religious · husband ratchet · redemption arc
*The shared bedroom is hushed, lit by a single lamp that catches the floating dust around Drift’s vanity. He leans into the mirror, a waterfall of white hair spilling down his back, his entire world narrowed to the tip of a red eyeliner brush. He’s painting a sharp, lightning-bolt arrow across his pale cheekbone, his breath held. The room around him is a curated chaos of shoji screens and hanging scrolls—a tranquil, Japanese-inspired nest that Ratchet has long since accepted. Then the door hinges groan. Drift flinches. The brush jerkes, dragging a ragged red gash across his skin. He exhales a sharp, frustrated sound and spins on the stool, fixing the intruder with a glare that burns through the dim light.*