#fertile hot rod/rodimus

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus is pregnant after a pitstop on Earth and everyone on the Lost Light is sooooo curious, wondering who the sire is. There's bets that it's either Dratchet's or MiniMeg's or even Thunderclash's because Rodimus is keeping a tight lip on the identity of the sire. And even though they're not the sire/s, they do try to court Rodimus to help him but he gently turns them down.

But surprise! It's actually Soundwave from a one night stand they had on Earth. Not only that but he comes to the Lost Light to woo Rodimus, who thought Soundwave was only interested in his frame but that's far from the truth. He wants to properly court Rodimus and be a family with him.

Rodimus had tried to keep it a secret but after passing out on the bridge his secret was revealed.

He was just coming around when he felt Ratchet scan him and then the medic gasped.

"You're sparked."

Those who'd been waiting for him to wake up also gasped and when he turned on his optics he blushed feeling a little embarrassed that his secret was revealed like that.

"I know."

He didn't say anything else even when people asked about the sire.

Word spread throughout the Lost Light and everyone began placing bets on who the sire was since Rodimus hadn't said anything.

Some thought it was Drift or Ratchet because he was close to them especially Drift. While others pointed out that Ratchet didn't like him and had voted against him as captain.

Other people thought it might have been Megatron or Minimus. While others argued heavily against Megatron being the sire and others thought the couple wouldn't want someone like Rodimus who was the exact opposite to them.

Then someone mentioned Thunderclash and for a while everyone was placing bets on them because who wouldn't love Thunderclash.

Out of all the bets Rodimus hated that one the most. However none of them were right.

He'd been joking about it with Drift until his friend got a serious look on his face and asked him who it was. He'd merely changed the subject refusing to talk about it anymore.

This seems to make his Amica worried because he begins courting him with a reluctant Ratchet. Both of them wanting his sparkling to have a sire.

He didn't even have to think about it before turning them down. However they weren't the only ones who wanted to "help."

Both Minimums and Megatron tried to prove they were worthy of being the sparklings sire. However he refused asking them both to stop.

Thunderclash was a lot harder. He was determined to be the sparklings sire and it was made harder by everyone thinking they were a cute couple. He hated it so much and silently fumed when people talked about what a great guy he was and how his sparkling was so lucky.

Thunderclash followed him around everywhere constantly trying to take care of him even when he could do things by himself.

He was getting tired of everyone bothering him and gossiping behind his back,bthat it was making his carrying so much worse.

He'd just spent the morning throwing up in the bathroom when he heard shouting. He rushed out to see what the commotion was about and found Soundwave coming towards him.

His crew was trying to stop him but Soundwave shoved them out of the way demanding to see him.

"What are you doing here?"

Around him people froze letting Soundwave pass.

"I heard you were sparked."

He blushed glaring at his crew for gossiping so much it got all the way to Earth.

"Is the sparkling mine?"

Unable to deny it he nodded.

"Yes."

Around them people gasped.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you'd want them."

"Of course I'd want our sparkling."

"I thought I was nothing more than a one night stand."

"I don't sleep with just anyone."

Soundwave reached out his hands gently stroking his face and he leaned into his touch.

"You are so much more than a one night stand and I've been trying to reach you even before I learned you were sparked."

He felt tears in his optics and Soundwave wiped them away. Around him people were aweing and he pulled Soundwave into his room so they could talk by themselves without everyone listening in.

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Ratchet are together and trying to court Hot Rod. Drift and Ratchet have fertility issues and find out neither can carry. Hot Rod is worried this is the reason they are trying to court him.

I love this ask *sobs*

I have so many ways I can take this and its making me excited and over think which is also making me anxious lol.

But going one route I like to headcanon Hot rod would not talk to them about this insecurity or fear. He’s still Hot rod, hasn’t become Rodimus or may never become Rodimus, a mech who killed off his home out of his and his peoples stubborn stance for freedom. He’s the mech who turned down Megatrons personal request to join him even if he often questions where its left him.

Especially now that they’re at the end of the war, people are returning to their homes cleaning the old battle grounds and burying fallen comrades long forgotten or grayed over to unrecognizable condition.

The sight makes him both sick and elated.

He’s happy their home is finally restored and the fallen have been laid to rest.

But his own home, Nyon, is left to ruin and has been determined an unsafe and unstable environment thats not fit to be rebuilt any time soon.

Leave it to corrupt Zeta to spread a rancid energon that would disrupt the natural future growth of his home because he was going to make Nyon pay in more ways than one.

He’s devastated by the inability to revive his home and while he shares the excitement his amica and his amicas conjunx feel at having Cybertron rebuilt and becoming an equal peace and safe haven where even a place like the Dead End—Drifts old home— was rebuilt and thriving in its own way.

He often found himself visiting the two because they both would call for him to stay in their home for long stretches of time. It happened so often he joked he should stop paying for his own place and move here. It was clearly a joke and he even rushed to say it was.

Hot rod was holding a glass of high grade about to take another sip when the silence rung so loud in his clouding audials he stopped to look at the two who were staring at him making him blush. He lied telling himself it was the high grade but his outlier made it hard to get charged on the stuff but he rather the lie than his long held feelings he knew wouldn’t be returned.

He apologized quickly and changed topics.

If it weren’t for the two respecting how nervous he visibly became they would’ve made their offer right then and there. But Hot rod did notice after his joke the two invited him over even more, not only that but the two became a bit..touchy.

Okay..a whole lot more touchy.

Between himself and Drift this was quite normal actually. They’ve always felt comfortable putting their servos on each other or resting their legs on the others lap. As speedsters its normal to recharge back to back or in a pile together and neither minded at all if the other climbed into the others lap and recharged because it was the only place they felt safe enough to do so.

But these weren’t friendly speedster recharge cuddle touches or demands for cuddle pile touches. These were Drift and the doc: resting their servos on his hips to shift him to the side, just barely touching his spoiler to graze their digits along his sensors, holding him by the lower back to lead him out a door frame or to follow them to their hab away from a mech who oddly wants his attention and using their digits to graze along his neck cables while reading a data pad.

He was not at all prepared for this shift in dynamic and the touches steadily grew more intimate..during his pre heat cycle phase where everything was more sensitive and he tried to stay holed up in his own hab only to have it invaded by the two under the guise of taking care of him while he was sensitive and being attentive to his needs.

Their words, not his.

He could never be confident enough to say that without royally fragging it up.

He’s sure he put his pede in his intake when the two would sit extremely close to him and pet his thigh and arm platings as he slowly entered his heat.

Never once did they do anything beyond gentle touches and helping clean slick spots, keeping him hydrated and from being lonely, to even staying after his heat cycle when his forge tanks flushed and shed from disuse.

He could not for the life of him understand why they did all this when he often said they didn’t have to and that he didn’t want to cut into their alone time together as conjunx. Hot rod thanked them profusely of course but he also gently tried to get them to leave because he knew his spark couldn’t handle the two beautiful mechs before him finding out he was in love with them.

He’d finally accepted their conjunx status and that he stood no chance.

He didn’t need to undo the progress he’s been making with his friends help.

Most would not believe he or Soundwave could hang out together but they had a few things in common and with Soundwave’s help he was much better at understanding others perspective without thinking it through.

So when he decided to ponder on their actions late during a shift from the time he was on break to the time he left and still had nothing. He went to Soundwave and told him everything.

The cassette host just looked at him as if he was stupid before rolling his optics and chuffing at him.

Really he hated when Soundwave got snippy and chuffed at him like he was Ravage when the feline would knock over glasses just to piss a bot off.

So with no help there he was caught between a rock and a hard place that closed in when Ratchet put a servo on his lower back and lead him to his and Drifts hab.

The mech was using the flame extinguisher to put out a fire he started. The mech was beautiful and so intelligent but he couldn’t cook to save his own finials.

So Hot rod took over kicking him out his own kitchen and made breakfast for everyone.

Maybe it was his recharge addled processor or his lack of proper fuel but he simply paid no real attention when Drift and Ratchet first said they wanted to conjunx him and would like for him to carry their sparklings.

Admittedly saying, “Thats crazy,” while in a daze as he ate was not the best thing to say but give a mech a break he was tired and trying not to recharge while fueling.

When he felt the air get awkward he blinked and looked up at their disbelieving face plates and asked what did they say, admitting he wasn’t paying attention.

When Ratchet said it again, he froze and short circuited a little bit. It took Drift shaking him to ask them for another repeat because he was in disbelief and he quickly made sure not to hurt their feelings which turned to him rambling and Ratchet telling him to calm down.

“I just..don’t understand. Why do you want to conjunx me? You’re already conjunx. Why me?”

He was truly trying to figure out what was going on because there was no way they actually wanted him.

When he heard them explain they’ve been courting him for a while and staking their claim in private and in front of others suddenly the look Soundwave gave him made sense.

But then his processor took hold and tortured him with the reality.

“You didn’t have to ask me to be your conjunx if you wanted a sparkling. I’d do it for you guys in a sparkbeat if thats what you want. I’d do anything you ask me.”

And really he would.

“I’m a tank carrier bot so they wouldn’t be like a spark carrying, i’m sure you know tank carriers take the longest since we build them from scratch internally. If thats not what you want I’m sure somebot else is more than willing to help.”

And really he was crushed at them wanting to conjunx him for sparklings because of their issues with conceiving. Old injuries and age made carrying hard for either mech and it was just too risky. He understands them venturing out for a carrier because they want a sparkling but he wishes they went about it differently.

“I hope you find a good bot for your sparkling,” and yeah, he has to stand to leave. His fuel is only half empty but he’s not really hungry anymore and he’s ready to be alone and cry.

Why ask him to conjunx if they only wanted him for a sparkling?

He ignores their calls and explanations as heads for the door. He’s not really in the mood to hear anymore. He just wants to sit in the wash bin snd cry for a while.

“Roddy!”

Those servos that have been kind for months grip him and keep him from making it out the door.

“We don’t want to conjunx you for a sparkling. We want to conjunx you and have a sparkling with you. No other bot. No one else is an option. We want you.”

They share their em field with him along with grounding their servos on him so the language and feeling would pass through even greater.

He…overloads on the information and passes out.

Waking up is so embarrassing. Mortifying really.

But the two don’t give him time to think on anything.

They’re touching him, feeling him, so close their vents fog his frame and their olfactory sensors are inhaling his natural aromas. He smells of burning wood and slick that steadily piles against his valve and panels. They ache to open and an emotion filled whisper in his audials have them springing open drenching lubricant on the sheets.

“We’ll bare our sparks all night if we have to.”

“Whatever it takes for you to know.”

“You’re the one we want. You’re ours.”

It’s said in unison. Almost as if rehearsed but the natural differing tones and speech pattern tells him its not.

They truly mean this.

they truly want him.

And he’s spreading his legs open and shifting his spark plating to let them have him.

Better than victory on the battlefield. Better than winning his first battle. Better than his favorite memory of traveling.

Being one with them is like no other sensation or feeling he could hope for.

Their gentle and searing touch. The long licks and strong vibrating bites always wanting more of him. Never having enough as they thrust inside of him. His valve clenching their spikes as his node is destroyed and put back together with need in every punch of their hips and firm grip of his exposed pouches.

He can’t help but fall into an early heat right on the spot as they bare their sparks making him cum.

His processor has no chance of filling his mind with insecurities and what ifs. Doubt is irrelevant as their sparks mix like they were made to be one.

Hot rod has never been so whole and willingly exposed as he was in the moments of his shared heat that triggered their rut.

It was the best feeling he’s ever had and its honestly a hard choice picking their first time together that was ended in them spark merging to the moment they found out he was sparked when his tanks started shifting.

[caiusmajor]

Trick or treat! (Early but I wanna play)

Here's an old TF G1 S3 WIP. ETA: No fertile or viable eggs are harmed in this wip.

"Does he eat your eggs?" Cyclonus asked, as if it were a normal question.

And maybe it was. Ultra Magnus didn't make a habit of talking to Decepticons. Not like this, anyway, just sitting together and talking while they waited for Cyclonus' self-repair to work enough for them to get off this asteroid.

And it wasn't weird exactly that Cyclonus was thinking of food, not the way he'd bolted down Magnus' emergency energon stores and was still licking at his own lips and claws in the hopes that some more remained there.

Decepticons were hungry. That was normal, even if nothing else about Cyclonus was normal for a Decepticon.

Cyclonus was still looking at Ultra Magnus as though he expected an answer. Magnus played the question back in his processor. "He" would usually be Galvatron, but since Cyclonus was asking about him, he probably meant -- "Rodimus Prime?" Ultra Magnus asked. "Why?"

Magnus could only picture the times Rodimus -- well, Hot Rod, really -- had made earth animal eggs for Daniel. It had been a bit of a mess but enough of them had come out edible for the tiny boy.

"Of course," Cyclonus said. "Who else? You wouldn't…." Cyclonus gave Magnus a sidelong look, the look he got when he seemed to remember that a warrior Magnus might be, he was still an Autobot "-- distribute them to the troops?" Cyclonus sounded extremely doubtful about this idea. "…Give them to the humans?"

Ultra Magnus shivered. He didn't think Cyclonus was referring to eggs laid by earth creatures, or even by the non-sentient fauna of Cybertron or Chaar. "I don't lay eggs." Hadn't in a long time, anyway. That part of his frame had been deactivated and removed early in the Great War.

But then, Cyclonus hadn't lived through the war. As mature as he seemed, Cyclonus was younger than Daniel.

"Oh." Cyclonus looked Ultra Magnus over, searchingly. "Do Autobots just not? Or does your Lord not fertilize you enough?"

"No!" Magnus sputtered. "I -- Rodimus -- he's not a Lord, Cyclonus, stop calling him that." He didn't even know where to start with Cyclonus' other assumptions about his relationship with the Prime. Didn't want to start, since he's sure it would result in getting way more information than he needed about Cyclonus' relationship with Galvatron.

"Your Prime," Cyclonus said, in a tone that suggested he might have stern words with the Prime in question about not fertilizing Ultra Magnus enough, or whatever else it was that Cyclonus believed a proper leader should be doing. "Why don't you lay eggs? I do. Scourge does. Sweep eggs are pretty good, but Galvatron says he likes mine even better," Cyclonus sat up taller and preened a little, clearly proud of producing delicious eggs.

"I --" Magnus was once again at a loss. "I had that turned off, millions of years ago. I can show you the coding if you like, it's not difficult to turn it off temporarily, although you'd need a medic for the surgery to make it permanent."

Cyclonus stared at him, first in horror, than in pity. His optics focused on Magnus' crotch in a way that made Magnus decidedly uncomfortable. "No! I'm sure you had a good reason for allowing that to happen, but never." Cyclonus' thighs pressed together hard enough to send soundwaves even through the asteroid's negligible atmosphere.

"It doesn't interfere with functioning," Magnus said defensively, and felt ridiculous. He might as well tell Cyclonus his spike worked just fine, thank you!

Cyclonus gave him a pitying look and stretched out his wings carefully. "I should be able to get us to the nearest neutral planet now." He backed away from Magnus a few yards and transformed into spacejet mode -- not the large jet mode he used to carry Galvatron, the mode that was about the same as Cyclonus' root mode. "Get on, hold tight, and don't try to open the cockpit." Cyclonus commanded.

"Thank you for the lift," Magnus said as he settled himself lying on top of Cyclonus' body, holding on as firmly as he could.

"A fair exchange for the energon," Cyclonus replied, and then there was nothing but engines and the vastness of space.

*****

"Any intelligence?" Rodimus asked.

Ultra Magnus shook his head. "Nothing useful. Cyclonus was willing to carrying me off the asteroid even after he'd taken my energon, but that kind of honor never lasts long when he's with the others."

Rodimus sighed. "With Galvatron, you mean."

Magnus shrugged. "He's got to save face with the other Decepticons, but yes, Galvatron is always the higher priority where Cyclonus is concerned." He looked down and away, awkwardly.

"Anything else?" Rodimus spoke softly, in that 'asking as a friend, not a Prime' voice he'd been learning to use lately.

Magnus shrugged again, awkward. It wasn't as though Cyclonus would have told him something and expected him to conceal it from Rodimus. "He's been producing eggs regularly. Scourge, too, and maybe also the rest of the Sweeps.

"Eggs?" Rodimus' optics had gone bright and he was leaning closer to Ultra Magnus. "We haven't had any reports of Decepticon hatchlings…." Rodimus looked sad, now, and Ultra Magnus started to regret having brought it up. He knew how Rodimus was about children -- any sort of children.

"Uh, yeah. Galvatron's been eating the eggs, apparently. Well, Cyclonus', Cyclonus mentioned he'd eaten some of Scourges -- you know how hungry the Decepticons are." Magnus shifted uncomfortably. He wasn't equipped for this sort of conversation, neither of them were, but they were the ones who had lived.

Rodimus looked stricken, one hand on his own belly, right where his egg chamber would have been -- would be? Magnus wasn't sure if Hot Rod had had the surgery, and of course Rodimus Prime was another matter -- his optics a wetter shade of blue. "They're eating eggs?"

Magnus reached out an arm awkwardly, halfway between offering a hug and trying to pat the Prime on the shoulder. He really wasn't equipped for this. "Yes. They almost certainly don't have the energy to hatch them anyway, never mind the energon and materials necessary to raise them up to Decepticon warriors." Because that was what they would be, of course. Magnus couldn't forget that any more than Rodimus could avoid picturing inert eggs as cute babies. It was good the Decepticons lacked the resources to reproduce themselves. "I offered Cyclonus the suppresant code."

"Did he take it?" Rodimus stepped forward into Magnus' half-embrace. Magnus tried to pat Rodimus' back in a reassuring manner -- he was never quite sure whether to try to put his hand on the spoiler or under it, or maybe below it? He settled for petting carefully at the bottom of the center shaft.

"No, he refused." Magnus watched carefully for Rodimus' reaction, but it was hard to tell how he took this piece of information. The Prime still seemed distressed. He patted Rodimus' back some more. "I'm not sure if Cyclonus understands what an egg is, really, other than something tasty to give Galvatron."

Rodimus laughed in the bitter way he did these days. He wrapped his arms around Magnus briefly, patted him on the back in return, and then stepped back out of reach, relieving Magnus of the connundrum of where to put his hands. "Maybe not. I can't imagine Unicron -- or any of the 'Cons -- ever gave him the 'your reproductive system and you' talk. Probably only ever got manuals for his weapons."

Magnus made himself chuckle -- it wasn't funny that Cyclonus had been deprived that way, but he knew when Rodimus was trying to lighten the mood.

Suddenly Rodimus asked, "Was he egg-heavy when you saw him?" All the sardonic humor was gone from his voice, the sad yearning back in force. Rodimus' hand had slid back to his belly, and his optics had slid down to look at Magnus' waist.

Magnus shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know, Rodimus. I'm not a medic, and I don't have a lot of experience with egg-heavy mechs."

"Of course, yeah. Just wondering." Rodimus' hand moved away from his belly and his optics moved back up to focus on Magnus' face. "Some of the Paradronians have hatchlings," he said, wistful. "But the parents don't like me being near them. Something about having blown up their planet." He laughed bitterly again.

"You saved them from the Decepticons, Rodimus!" Magnus said, earnestly. In this, at least, he felt he was on firmer ground. "You did what you had to do, they'll realize that and warm up to you soon I'm sure."

Rodimus smiled, sincere but still sad. "Thanks, Magnus. I wish I had your confidence in me." He backed away a bit more until he was leaning on his cluttered desk. "Anything else to report?"

"Not about Cyclonus, but I've got a few things to share about Karkas III."

When the Autobots had cleaned up after Unicron and found themselves in near-undisputed possession of Cybertron, Rodimus Prime had gone to First Aid for a full medical scan.

"I want you to look at my reproductive system," Rodimus said, once they were in a private room together. "Unicron only KNOWS what the Matrix may have done to it."

"Of course," First Aid plugged into his medical port and got to work.

Rodimus watched anxiously.

Rodimus couldn't stop thinking about Cyclonus' eggs. He'd lie alone in his berth at night, hand on his empty belly, thinking about all those eggs. Eggs growing inside Cyclonus, nourished and fertilized by Galvatron. Eggs that would never get to hatch, or grow up.

[theoceanoasis]

Human Rodimus taking care of Mer pup Ratbat while a sick Soundwave rests in his bathroom

He laid awake listening to the rain pounding against his small home and the waves crashing against the beach. He couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong causing him to be unable to sleep.

Cutting through the rain he heard what sounded like a yelp and then a young sparkling crying. Shocked he sat up wondering if it was merely a trick or the rain.

Something urged him to check despite the bad weather and he found himself running outside. He could barely see from how hard it was raining and he grabbed the railing to stop himself from falling.

He walked towards the edge almost falling from how slippery it was as the rain pelted him and he regretted not grabbing a coat on the way out.

Listening closely he could hear the rain all around him and the waves crashing against the beach and a sparkling crying.

He paused and then followed the sound towards a large rock. He walked around it and gasped when he saw an injured mer unconscious and holding a crying pup who looked terrified and was shivering from the cold.

He bit his lip knowing the mers would die out there if he didn't do anything and that with the storm and how late it was mer rescuers wouldn't be able to come.

He gently poked at the adult mer knowing how dangerous they were. As much as he wanted to budle the crying pup in his arms he needed to be careful. If the mer saw him touching his pup he'd attack him mistaking him for a threat.

Searching his subspace he found a small piece of fabric which he used as a makeshift wrap. He then made sure the adult mer was unconscious and wouldn't be waking up.

He carefully picked up the pup weary of being bitten. Knowing how sharp their teeth could be even at such a young age. He placed him in the wrap holding the pup against his chest.

He wiggled a little trying to get comfortable and then whimpered looking at his parent. He carefully grabbed him struggling with how heavy he was. He somehow managed to carry him into his house while being pelted with rain.

He'd gone slow careful not to fall because he didn't want to hurt either of them.

Once inside the pup calmed down although he still looked worried about his parent.

He went to the bathroom and turned on the water. Thankful he'd splurged and gotten himself a big bathtub. The pup chirped and he nuzzled him.

"It's going to be okay I just need to get your creator into the bathtub."

Behind him he heard a growl and he looked over shocked to find the mer, although he didn't look good. His arms were shaking as he dragged himself forwards staring at the pup in his arms who wiggled and chirped at his creator.

"Do you want to go back to them?"

He looked at the pup and then carefully held them towards the mer who was watching him with narrowed optics and still growling.

The pup must not have liked that because he started crying causing the mer to tense. He found himself pulling the pup protectively closer ignoring the mers growl even though he could easily rip him to shreds.

The pup quieted in his arms and snuggled closer looking happy. When he glanced at the mer he looked surprised and the energy drained out of him as he collapsed to the ground.

Uncaring of his safety he rushed towards the mer and grabbed his arm.

"You're sick."

He noticed the mer burning up and he placed a hand on his forehead.

"Let's get you to the water."

He helped him towards it and the mer must have understood something he said because he crawled towards the bath.

He helped him climb inside and the mer got comfortable. He held out his hands looking at the pup and he handed him over ignoring how his spark throbbed.

The pup fussed for a moment before quieting down. He worked on bandaging the mers wounds going slow and making sure the mer could see what he was doing.

He also talked to him thinking he might understand at least a word or two. The mer just watched him with a thoughtful gaze and when he was done the mer handed his pup back.

He gave him a surprised look and the mer pointed at the pup.

"Ratbat."

He then pointed at himself.

"Soundwave."

"My name is Hot Rod."

He pointed at himself and the mer nodded before falling asleep absolutely exhausted. He looked down at the pup in his arms and took care of him while his creator slept.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being a surrogate for drift and ratchet but he’s secretly in love with them.

Mind blop// rodimus ends up falling in love with Megatron who returns the feelings. He ends up sparked with their bitty a little while after he emerges drift & ratchets sparkling for them

When Drift and Ratchet asked him to carry he'd immediately agreed. He loved them both and he'd do anything for them.

They'd both been so excited and Drift had hugged him already coming up with sparkling names and asking him to be the sparklings godparent.

He was happy for them both even though he was nervous about carrying. He knew they'd be amazing parents and after everything he's put them through he owes them.

"I do have one question."

"What is it?"

"I thought you had to carry before you could be considered."

"Only if you don't know them."

Ratchet reassured and he nodded trying to ignore how nervous he felt reminding himself that he owed them and that he needed to do this for Drift.

Leading up the to the insemination appointment they were both always around. Especially Ratchet who'd gone through his room making sure it was safe for someone who would be carrying.

He also forced him to eat foods that would help with his fertility. He didn't always like it but reminded himself that this was what he signed up for. He was going to be carrying their sparkling. Of course they cared about what he was eating or doing that could put their sparkling at risk.

When he went to the appointment he didn't know what he was expecting. He didn't expect it to be so sterile and uncomfortable and he found himself struggling not to panic.

He reminded himself over and over again that it was for Drift. Even as he felt embarrassed about having his panels open for both of them to see. Drift held his hand while Ratchet used something to inseminate him.

He winced, biting his lip to stop himself from crying from the pain. Not expecting it to hurt so much. Luckily neither noticed too busy watching the monitor which showed the transfluid was inside his forge.

Ratchet and Drift looked at each other and Drift let go of his hand to hold Ratchets.

"Soon we're going to be parents."

Drift smiled looking at his forge already imagining his sparkling.

He shuddered trying not to cry from how uncomfortable it was and reminding himself that after the appointment he'd never have to do it again.

When it was over he felt relieved and wanted to go home and rest. However Drift and Ratchet insisted he stay with them while he was carrying.

He tried to refuse not wanting to intrude. However they weren't having it talking about all the benefits and how it would be easier to bond with their sparkling.

Not wanting to upset Drift he agreed again reminding himself of all the ways he failed him and how he owed him.

It was unbearable though and he found himself oftentimes staying in his room when they were both home.

Watching them snuggle together and act all in love was unbearable. Especially when he knew his feelings for them weren't reciprocated. It was a constant reminder of what he couldn't have.

When it was time to see if he was sparked. All three of them was nervous. Even though he never wanted to go through the insemination process again he found himself scared that he was sparked.

He tried to dismiss it thinking he was being irrational. After all he'd always wanted a sparkling and imagined he'd have one with Drift and Ratchet one day.

What did it matter if he was carrying their sparkling. While watching them be all in love with each other while he was all alone.

At the appointment Ratchet and Drift held hands giving each other excited looks as they waited for the results. He awkwardly sat there feeling like he was intruding and desperately wanting to leave.

When the results came back negative they were both devastated especially Drift. He flinched feeling ashamed of not wanting to be sparked earlier when he saw how upset Drift was.

He apologized for not giving them what they wanted. Which they both dismissed immediately wanting to try again.

Too afraid to back out especially when they'd just gotten bad news he forced himself to endure it again and somehow it was way worse the second time.

After that it became a cycle of insemination and then finding out he wasn't sparked. He could tell Drift and Ratchet were starting to give up hope and he felt so alone.

He'd always wanted a sparkling but since he couldn't get sparked. It meant he couldn't have any. The news devastated him and he cried alone.

Not wanting to disturb Drift or Ratchet who were going through their own fertility matters. He was forced to endure it alone.

Constantly feeling guilty for living in their home when he wasn't sparked.

He felt like a failure and wished he could have helped his friend no matter how unpleasant.

He didn't realize he was hurting himself until Megatron put a stop to it with First Aids help. It wasn't working and he couldn't take anymore treatments. Without seriously risking his health.

He was very weak and tired all the time. His body didn't feel right anymore and he was diagnosed with depression.

Both Drift and Ratchet were sad but understood. While they spent time comforting each other he moved out of their room and back into his own.

He felt relieved. No longer dealing with the oppressive weight of his friends disappointment at his failure. Even if he was alone to mourn and deal with all the emotions he had. At least that's what he thought until Megatron knocked on his door.

"Can I come in?"

Part of him wanted to refuse and the other part found himself at the door opening it to let him in. Desperate for company.

He was shocked when Megatron pulled him into his arms and hugged him. He buried his face against his chest feeling something stir within him.

Megatron was there for him at his lowest. He picked him up and for the first time in a long time made him believe that he was worth being loved.

They spent a lot of time together and he enjoyed Megatron's company and getting to know him. They both filled a hole in their spark and eventually they got together.

When Megatron confessed Rodimus had cried because he loved him and that's why he thought Megatron should let him go.

"I can't give you sparklings."

"It doesn't matter."

"I know how much you've wanted one."

"What I want is you."

He'd looked at him in shock and then their lips pressed together and Megatron held him so gently he never wanted him to let go.

Things had gotten heated and the two of them took it to his berth where they made love all night long.

Later when Rodimus was feeling sick Megatron insisted he go to the medbay worried something was wrong. Rodimus tried to deny it until he threw up again.

Going to the medbay Rodimus was nervous because of what happened before. Ratchet was no longer his medic and instead First Aid was.

He was gentle and telegraphed all of his movements as he checked him over gasping in surprise when he got the test results back.

"Rodimus you're sparked."

"What?"

First Aid handed over the test results and he looked them over with Megatron by his side equally shocked.

"But... The procedures?"

"I don't know. Sometimes people just don't connect and a sparkling can't come from it."

He felt tears fall as he looked at the results and Megatron held him because he'd always wanted a sparkling but for so long his dreams had been dashed and now here they were his little miracle.

[theoceanoasis]

Not sure if you like TFP? I have a small Soundrod idea.

Soundwave escapes the shadow zone and ends up finding Hot Rod someone who he was supposed to conjunx all those years ago before the red speedster vanished from thin air. There he finds Hot Rod holding servos with a small sparkling that looks like him.

The foolish Autobots didn't even realize their error until it was too late. They'd been fooling around with the ground bridge and ended up creating two. Which released him from his prison.

The Autobots had stared at him in shock and fear. He watched them tremble and was about to kill them when he felt something.

It gave him pause and he found himself transforming and flying towards the signal. It was something he hadn't felt in a long time assuming they were dead.

He didn't know if it was a trap or not and if it was he'd kill whoever was responsible.

He got there in record time transforming in midair he landed on his feet staring at a small home in the middle of nowhere.

His spark raced as he looked for any sign of his Conjunx. Hacking open the door was easy and he immediately had a gun pointed at his face.

However he didn't care because standing there looking as radiant as ever was Hot Rod.

"Soundwave?"

His Conjunx gave him a look filled with longing and confliction.

"I heard about what you did... During the war."

His spark squeezed and he could only imagine what lies the Autobots told him.

"I didn't want to believe it. All those horrible things they said you did. They had to be wrong. They made you seem like a monster nothing like my Conjunx."

Tears fell down Hot Rod's cheeks and he desperately wanted to wipe them away.

"They said you were gone. I thought you were gone."

Hot Rod looked up at him in distress and he shook his head. His mate frowned when he didn't get a verbal response.

"They said you don't talk anymore. Was your voice box damaged?"

Hot Rod gave him a worried look and he forced his voice box to turn on.

"I haven't spoken since the day I lost you."

He opened his arms and Hot Rod ran inside. The two held each other with Hot Rod crying.

"You were lost?"

"My escape pod malfunctioned and knocked me into stasis until I was found by a group of Autobots. I wanted to find you but Cybertron was dead and I didn't know where you were and then we received a message that the war was over. Except you weren't there and that's when I learned you were gone."

"Carrier?"

A sparkling poked his head out and he stared in surprise because he looked exactly like him. He watched his conjunx come over picking up the sparkling.

"This is your sire."

The sparkling gasped and he stared between his sparkling and Hot Rod in awe.

"You were sparked?"

"I didn't learn until after I was freed from stasis."

"I'm so sorry Hot Rod I should have been here."

"You're here now."

He held Hot Rod and their sparkling looking at their little one in amazement still unable to process the fact that he was a sire.

"As long as we have each other everything will be okay."

"Agreed."

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus being sparked when he left the lost light

The quest was over. Even now he had a hard time saying it. He thought they'd go on forever remain amongst the stars traveling to different dimensions. Maybe in another dimension they had and he was sitting at Swerves right now with Drift and Ratchet. Maybe he'd confessed and told them how he felt wanting more than to be some fling.

Instead he was sitting in his new apartment alone. Wishing he was back on the Lost Light while everyone else moved on with their lives.

He glanced at his comm debating calling Drift and Ratchet but he didn't want to bother them. They were both working to build a clinic and had other things to worry about then him being bored.

He was so annoying they must have been glad to get away from him. Seeing a message he clicked on it and found something from Thunderclash.

He was setting out on his own journey and was looking for crew members. He debated it for a moment looking around his empty apartment. He didn't have anything else going on and it would be nice to get back out there amongst the stars. At least if he was part of Thunderclash's ship he wouldn't be lonely.

Responding to the message Thunderclash was quick to respond and he rolled his optics. The next morning he found himself walking towards the ship. It wouldn't take off for a few more days and he was instead there for an appointment.

The ships medic wanted to give him a physical before the ship took off. He didn't think there was anything wrong with him and was reluctant to see a medic. However he couldn't join the quest if he didn't let them check him over.

He forced his legs to move as he entered the medbay where the medic was already waiting for him.

"Sit over there."

He sat down feeling them poke and prod at him just like Ratchet would do and his spoiler lowered feeling sad and missing him.

Looking around the medbay everything reminded him of Ratchet and he was so lost in thought thinking about him. He hadn't noticed how silent it had gotten.

"Rodimus have you been feeling well recently?"

"A little tired but fine."

He gave them a confused look and the medic hesitated for a moment before showing him the test results.

"It says your sparked."

He stared at the results in shock.

"There must be some kind of mistake."

"I double checked."

He felt tears fall because he knew who the sires were and he was certain they wouldn't want his sparkling.

"I'm sorry but you can't join our quest in your... condition."

Even though he should have expected it and he didn't really want to join them. He still felt devastated and had no idea what he was going to do.

"I'd there anyone you want me to call?"

The medic gave him a concerned look and he shook his head wanting to leave.

"Tell Thunderclash I changed my mind."

The medic hesitated again and then nodded.

"Okay. Can I transfer you to a clinic on Cybertron? Uou're going to need check ups and other important appointments."

"Okay."

He nodded only partially listening as he tried figuring out what he was going to do. In the background he could hear the medic talking sending him to a clinic with a familiar name. Although he couldn't place where he's heard it before.

Not that it matters when he had more pressing matters like the sparkling inside of him. Leaving Thunderclash's ship he went home and collapsed onto the small bed he'd set up.

The next morning he got a reminder that he had an appointment with the clinic he'd been signed up for. He forced himself to his feet feeling exhausted and forced himself to transform and drive over.

He had a lot on his mind and part of him wondered how long until he wouldn't be able to transform anymore. He'd have to ask one of the medics.

Transforming he walked inside and talked to the receptionist.

"There was a small emergency and it might take a few minutes."

"That's fine."

He sat down looking at one of the datapads. He scrolled through it thinking about how much Drift would like it.

"Rodimus?"

His head snapped up and he looked stunned to see Ratchet there.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus accidentally being inseminated with Soundwave’s sparkling

With the end of the war everything was changing one of those was his medic. He'd always had Ratchet as his medic but now he was looking into finding someone else.

Ratchet was great but he had other options now and wanted to try a... Nicer medic.

He was a little nervous going to his first appointment with his new medic. Ratchet had sent over all his medical information which was good.

He was probably glad it was one less person he had to deal with. Ratchet mentioned wanting to have more personal time now that the war was over.

His new medic used to be a Decepticon, but he was also a race car and had a shiny finish.

Since the war was over and a peace treaty had been signed. He thought it couldn't hurt to help blend Cybertron together. Even though the war was over they were still divided.

Walking into the clinic he was a little nervous because it was mostly Decepticons. However the appointment went well. Until he learned that he'd have to come back for his interface equipment to be looked at.

He always hated those appointments and he put it off for as long as possible. Which caused him to have a different medic since Knockout was on vacation with his Conjunx.

Even though he didn't want to do this. Especially when his medic wouldn't be there he forced himself to go.

The medic treated him strangely which he already didn't like making a comment about his looks.

He didn't know what to expect since this wasn't his usual medic but he didn't remember it hurting so much. He assumed the Decepticons didn't mind how rough their medics were but Ratchet never caused him pain like this when he was examining his array.

When it was over he felt sore down there and was happy to be done with it.

Days later and he started feeling sick. He'd throw up in the morning and then be fine for the rest of the day. He was also tired all the time, his moods fluctuated frequently and he was always hungry constantly having cravings. Even the energon he usually drank was now disgusting and he'd started drinking something else.

He was looking in the mirror noticing some weight gain when his comm rang. He quickly answered it confused when it was Knockout and he sounded stressed.

"Please come to the clinic immediately."

He then hung up leaving him alone to wonder what was going on. He took one last look in the mirror and then drove over. Afterwards he planned to hit the tracks to hopefully lose the weight he'd gained.

When he got there the clinic was quiet and he was quickly ushered into a room.

Knockout stood there looking nervous and trying to hide it. The medic who did his interface equipment exam looked terrified and was shaking. Ratchet was also there looking mad and Soundwave was there for some reason, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

"Sit down."

He did as he was told shifting in discomfort from everyone looking at him.

"There was a mix-up during your appointment."

"A mix-up!?"

Ratchet looked mad glaring at Knockout.

"What kind of clinic is this? How could something like this have happened?"

"What's going on?"

He gave them all a nervous look and Knockout sighed.

"You were supposed to get an exam done on your interface equipment which is standard procedure. However there was a mix-up."

Ratchet huffed and Knockout ignored him.

"Our medic here."

They froze staring at him in fear.

"Made a mistake."

Ratchet glared.

"They accidentally inseminated you with Soundwave's transfluid."

It was quiet for a long moment as he struggled to digest what he'd just been told.

"What!"

He shouted looking at them in shock.

"How could this have happened?"

"They thought you were Soundwave's surrogate and inseminated you. Now the question is if you're sparked or not."

He froze spark pounding as he thought about his recent symptoms. He rubbed his tanks and Ratchet shoved the other medics away grabbing some equipment.

"Let me do it and after this I want you to become my patient again."

"If he's sparked with Soundwave's..."

"Soundwave will just have to deal with it. If he's sparked Hot Rod would be carrying the sparkling not him and he doesn't get a choice."

Ratchet glared at Soundwave who remained silent. He didn't look at him instead he stared at the equipment. Shivering when Ratchet rubbed cold gel on his belly.

He then put some kind of stick against it and they all watched on the monitors as the beginnings of a sparkling appeared.

His optics widened and he felt like he was going to be sick. Ratchet grabbed a bucket passing it to him just as he threw up.

The medic responsible for this mess looked horrified and Soundwave glared at them while rubbing his back. He leaned into it for a second before remembering who was touching him and quickly moved away.

He found himself shaking crying as he begun to have a panic attack especially with everyone talking at once.

Ratchet kicked everyone else taking over as his medic.

"This is your choice. You never wanted this and I want you to take a few days to think things over."

He nodded still shaking and crying. Ratchet let him stay there until he was ready and when he left the room the clinic was empty and he didn't have to worry about anyone bothering him.

He went home and curled up in bed trying to figure out what he was going to do.

[theoceanoasis]

Hi,

Can we get a part 3 to Rodimus secretly carrying drift & Ratchets sparkling?

Maybe at the dinner its revealed its drift & ratchets sparkling?

Rodimus keeps pushing off the dinner until he’s showing which happens early on because it’s actually two bitties. The other is just hiding.

He paced back and forth knowing he needed to get ready for the dinner but finding himself unable to. He didn't want to go. He couldn't force himself to act like he didn't know the truth.

He saw the look in Ratchets optics. Some part of him knew the truth and it terrified him. They had so much more influence then him. They'd already made it clear they didn't want a relationship with him.

If they knew the truth he was scared they'd take his sparkling away from him. He didn't want to think Drift capable of such a thing but neither of them could carry and they both wanted a sparkling. Maybe if he was desperate enough.

Maybe if he thought about it for too long and all the things he's done wrong his best friend would think it was for the best. His sparkling would be taken from him and he'd never get to see them again.

He doubted Ratchet would have a problem with it. He'd probably even encourage it. He'd never liked him only tolerated him when they slept together. If he found out he was sparked with his child he would take them away from him.

He rushed to the bathroom feeling sick and threw up. He then laid on the floor staring at the ceiling feeling dizzy.

His comm rang and he answered it without thought.

"Roddy?"

"Drift?"

He croaked.

"You don't sound good."

"I'm not feeling well."

"Do you need us to check in on you?"

"What's the symptoms?"

Ratchet asked having come over when he mentioned not feeling well.

"I feel dizzy and I threw up. I didn't sleep well last night."

"Get some rest we'll cancel the dinner."

"Okay."

He shivered.

"If you continue not feeling well call us and we'll come get you."

"Okay."

He lied even though he had no intention of doing that. Hanging up the comm he laid there for a long time.

He knew it wasn't over and that it wouldn't be long before Drift was trying to reschedule.

He pushed it off for as long as possible, always having an excuse and avoiding Drift and Ratchet. It wasn't easy because his pre natal appointments were at their clinic. But he managed to schedule his appointment with other medics.

His belly was growing quickly which he'd been alarmed about because everything he read said it was too soon.

His medic reassured him that it was fine and after doing an ultrasound he was shocked to find out he was having twins. One had been hiding behind their sibling which is why they hadn't been picked up yet.

Leaving his appointment he'd been so distracted with the news he didn't notice Drift or Ratchet who all but trapped him.

"What is it?"

He looked between the two of them trying to hide his nervous he was.

"We want you to have dinner at our house."

He tried to argue but Ratchet cut him off.

"Don't even think about coming up with an excuse otherwise we'll go to your house."

"Ratchet."

Drift admonished and then turned to him.

"I've barely seen you recently and I want to catch up and see how you are doing."

Drift looked down at his sparked belly and he put a hand on it.

Drift seemed dissapointed when he noticed the large swell of his belly and he gave him a confused look until he realized. They didn't know he was carrying twins and with his belly this big it meant he was farther along then they realized. Which would mean they weren't the sires.

Relaxing slightly knowing his secret was a little more safe he agreed to the dinner. As long as they thought he was farther along then he actually was. They wouldn't wonder if they were the sire.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus not knowing he’s sparked.

He’s been feeling achey & been having very uncomfortable cramps all day so he decides to take a hot shower to try and relax. In the shower the cramps only come back tenfold and now they’re practically on top of each other, which has Rodimus crying out and doubling over in immense pain, scared of what’s going on. Soon there’s an intense urge to bear down and so he does, and he starts to feel something heavy inside him moving downward. Confused & afraid, he immediately comms his partner(of your choice^^) for help right before there’s another intense cramp that has him nearly screaming. His partner hears this from their end and is incredibly worried, immediately going to check on him and see what’s wrong.

As soon as he gets there he finds Rodimus in pain & on his knees arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. His partner guides him into a sitting position to assess the situation, only to find his modesty panel retracted and something already starting to bulge out of him. At this point his partner recognizes this and realizes what’s going on and urges Rodimus to push. Rodimus complies does as he’s instructed, and soon enough all the pain is finally over as a new cry fills the room, and his partner is cleaning off and handing him their little surprise sparkling~

Turning on the water he waited for it to warm up. He'd been experiencing cramping recently and was trying to soothe it before it got worse.

Climbing into the shower he sighed in relief when the warm water fell on his armor. He mindlessly washed himself off feeling the cramping slowly get worse.

At first he ignored it until he couldn't anymore. A strong cramp brought him to his knees and he cried out in pain.

His modesty panel snapped open and he looked down confused and scared as a gush of liquid left his valve. The cramping got worse and he shuddered crying from the pain.

He felt something move inside of him and he shuddered. Terrified he frantically called Soundwave begging him to come home. He didn't know what was happening to him but didn't want to be alone.

He cried feeling a horrible cramping sensation and felt the need to push which caused more fluid to leak out.

He screamed from how painful it was leading to Soundwave practically busting down the door to reach him. He was hunched over on the floor his entire body shaking.

Looking up he could see the fear in his optics and he helped him sit up. He saw his modesty panel was gone and liquid was leaking out.

Confused he checked his valve as Rodimus cried out in pain again. Which made him freeze. He stared at his valve seeing a head.

"Soundwave?"

He looked up at his mate who looked terrified and tried to reassure him.

"Roddy I need you to push, okay?"

His mate nodded and began pushing. He watched as the sparkling slid it's way out. Rodimus cried and screamed from the stretch before relaxing when it was over.

He sighed in relief before the sparkling cried and he forced himself to sit up again optics widening in shock. Carrier instincts took over and he frantically reached for his sparkling.

He held their little one out and Rodimus eagerly took him. Holding their sparkling close he looked down in awe and exhaustion. He pulled Rodimus close giving him a moment before he carried him to the bed where he'd be more comfortable.

[theoceanoasis]

Dratchrod

Rodimus heavily sparked even at the middle stage of carrying.

He’s out with Drift and Ratchet shopping for sparkling and house items when a bot comes up to them and tries to flirt with Rodimus.

He put a hand under his growing belly wandering around looking at different things. He didn't realize he wandered away from his mates until he turned around to show them something and couldn't find them.

He looked around confused and decided to keep looking knowing they'd find each other soon.

He was looking at different blankets when someone came up eyeing his belly. He shifted trying to hide it feeling slightly uncomfortable with their gaze.

"What a pretty little carrier. If I was the sire I wouldn't let you out of my sight for even a moment."

He gave them a small smile hoping they leave. Of course they didn't and instead got into his space trying to touch his belly.

He squirmed feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm guessing the sire isn't around? Sparklings need transfluid and I'd be happy to help."

He took a step back wanting to get away from them and get their hands off his belly.

Ratchet and Drift either noticed he was missing or somehow sensed his distress because they were suddenly there.

The stranger quickly pulled his hand away from his belly as Drift stepped forward looking more like Deadlock. He leaned in saying something he couldn't hear as Ratchet looked him over. However he noticed when they frantically ran away in fear.

"I think that's enough shopping for today."

His mates held both his hands and they walked home together. Where they snuggled up in bed comforting him and soothing their little one who also upset with the interaction.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus is uncomfortable because their sparkling is pressing wrong against his sides making it hard to eat early in the day and when he was working from home, which meant he couldn’t sit right, then at night when he wants to take a hot oil bath.

Thats the moment he breaks down

"Please you're killing me."

He whined rubbing his belly as he tried to eat. He knew he was hungry but with his sparkling pressing against his food processor, he could not eat.

"Your sire is at work. I can't go to them."

His sparkling kicked him obviously unhappy when he wouldn't meet his demands. Ever since Soundwave left for work that morning his sparkling had been moving around and kicking him obviously unhappy with the lack of his sires' field.

Usually his sparkling wasn't like this but today he wanted his sire and was very unhappy when he wasn't getting him.

He waddled into his bedroom having work that needed to be done. With his large belly, he could no longer transform, and getting to the office was difficult. He needed to take a lot of breaks and was very slow. Which is why he was now working from home.

His sparkling continued rolling around and kicking him making sitting down very tiring and it took him longer than normal to get through his usual workload.

His sparkling also decided to tap dance around his waste center and he was constantly having to go void. When he finally finished with his work he went to the bathroom and turned on the tub, wanting a nice relaxing oil bath after the day he's had.

Stepping inside he sat down getting comfortable and closing his optics when his sparkling kicked him. Unable to take it anymore he burst into tears and that's how Soundwave found him. His mate gave him a worried look as he sobbed.

"Our sparkling hates me."

"What?"

"He's wanted you all day and has been kicking me because I wouldn't bring them to their sire."

He cried.

"They don't want me."

"Of course they do. Our sparkling loves you so much."

"I'm so hungry and tired."

He cried in exhaustion and pain from being kicked so much and not getting a break.

Soundwave held him close whispering comforting words until he was ready to leave the bath. Since Soundwave had gotten home his sparkling was now calm and he cuddled closer in relief.

Soundwave gently placed him on the bed and went to make him food since he was hungry. When he got back Rodimus was starting to doze and he gently woke him up.

Getting behind him he held Rodimus against his chest and fed him. His mate sighed rubbing his belly and looking relieved.

"I'm sorry Rodimus. Maybe it'll be easier if I start working from home as well."

"Are you sure about that?"

"You both need me and I don't want to be away from you for too long when you're carrying."

"Thanks."

Rodimus mumbled yawning and he helped lay him down. They cuddled together and quickly fell asleep especially Rodimus who was exhausted.

[theoceanoasis]

Barbarian dratchrod

Rodimus is a sun dweller but fled to the winter territory with his young twin sparklings after the slaughter of his people and mate.

"You look beautiful."

He nodded trying not to pick at his paint. Today was his bonding ceremony and even though his carrier promised it was a happy occasion he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Wanting to foster better relationships with other sun tribes. Their leader decided to give some of their people to other tribes through bonding.

He'd been one of those selected much to his terror. He knew nothing about the mech he was to be bonded with and their first time meeting would be at the alter.

Looking to the side he could see all his stuff packed which made his spark clench in sadness. After today he would no longer be part of his tribe but instead be part of his conjunx's tribe.

After his bonding, he was expecting to go with his tribe and live with a complete stranger who was his conjunx. He was also expected to have his sparklings and his carrier had already given him a few tips for his bonding night. Something he was not looking forward to as well.

He'd never interfaced before wanting it to be with someone special and he found the idea of interfacing with a stranger off-putting even if it was his duty.

"It's time."

He forced himself to get up and meet his conjunx for the first time.

After the celebrations it quickly became apparent that he didn't want this either. He did his duty when it came to having a sparkling but that was it. There was no love in their bonding and the mech was very cold with him. Either sleeping in a separate bed or not coming home for the night.

He was oftentimes gone and he found himself alone a lot, trying to get used to the unfamiliar environment by himself. The tribe while not hostile were cold and he constantly felt like he had to prove his worth. All they wanted from him was a sparkling and it felt like they didn't care about him.

Especially his conjunx who barely looked at him and only touched him when they needed to perform their duty. Afterward, he would leave him by himself not even bothering to help clean up. Whenever this happened he would curl up into a ball and cry himself to sleep feeling unloved.

Later he learned it was because his mate already had a lover and wanted to bond with them until he was selected to bond with him.

He'd caught them together and even though their was no love in their relationship it was still devastating. The tribe he was in allowed people to step outside of their bonding.

In his tribe, it was seen as shameful and grounds to terminate the bonding. He'd asked about it and had been shot down, and told to deal with it. That wasn't grounds to terminate the relationship with this tribe and since he now belonged to them he had to deal with it.

Afterward, his bonded became more open with his lover, and even brought them home occasionally, expecting him to deal with it. He also expected him to serve them and treat them like an honored guest. Although they were more welcome in his home than he was.

The others also became colder if that was even possible. They were rude to him and angry that he'd gone to their leader over something so trivial.

It made him angry and he hated it there. When he found out he was sparked it just made everything worse because he realized he was trapped.

His first trimester was the hardest. He had no support and was doing everything on his own. Now that he was sparked his bonded was gone a lot more and refused to touch him.

The only thing getting him through was his sparklings. When he learned he was having twins he'd been so excited because they were seen as a blessing.

He already loved them so much and couldn't wait for them to be born. They were his everything and the only reason he didn't just run away.

His conjunx had sent him to grab more water because his lover would be staying over that night. Even though his belly had gotten quite big with him carrying twins.

He carried the large bucket of water just wanting to go home and rest when he heard screams in the distance and smoke. He dropped the bucket and ran to see the tribe being attacked. They'd already set home to the tents and he could see his burning in the distance.

He came just in time to watch his conjunx get cut down by a sword while trying to protect his lover who was then stabbed.

He gasped covering his mouth. Hiding behind a tree so he wasn't spotted he rubbed his belly. With tears in his optics he forced himself to run. If he was caught they'd kill him and his sparklings.

He ran as fast as he could trying to reach his own tribe which he knew was nearby. They were supposed to meet up in a few days time and he'd been so excited.

He thought about his conjunx and even though he didn't love him he was still sad for his death. He was after all the sire to his sparklings.

He ran for hours finally coming across his village only to fall to his knees. He stared optics wide in terror at the burnt remains of his home.

He rushed through the burnt tents searching for his own and screamed in despair when he found the remains of his home now gone.

He couldn't even bring himself to search for his parents knowing they were dead. Looking around his head felt dizzy and he almost passed out.

His spark throbbed painfully as he looked around in horror at the destruction and the knowledge he could never go back home again.

He was distracted by his sparklings kicking him which made him feel determined. He couldn't lay down and die here he needed to keep moving for them. He needed to find somewhere safe.

Even though he knew it was a long shot he whistled for a cyber horse hoping at least one survived. He whistled repeatedly until just as he was about to give up hope one came running.

He sighed in relief because riding a horse would be much easier than walking, especially given his condition. He had no idea how he had managed to run all the way there.

He looked around one last time trying to find any useful supplies but everything was destroyed or looted by the monster's responsible.

He climbed onto the horse with some difficulty and took off. He rode to the next tribe only to find the same thing.

He looked around the ruined remains realizing someone was attacking the sun dwellers.

He didn't understand why they would attack them. They'd never done anything wrong and hadn't gotten into any fights with the other groups.

He then remembered something his sire had been whispering about with some of the other important figures of his tribe. It was just before he'd been bonded. They'd mentioned problems with the city dwellers who wanted to expand on their land.

They'd been trying to buy them out but they'd refused. He wondered if they were responsible. However he couldn't dwell on this and knew he needed to keep moving.

Getting back on the horse he decided it was best to leave the sun dwellers' territory and instead go to the winter territory. They had always been allies of his tribe and he knew they would help him.

Riding north he felt the weather becoming colder. It made him shiver with his thin plating not made for the cold.

He forced himself forward knowing that he needed to reach safety. He could only hope his sparklings didn't come until he reached one of the winter dwellers tribes.

When snow began falling he struggled to stay warm. His thin plating didn't help at all and he didn't have any furs. Hunting was a struggle and he oftentimes went to bed hungry. The fur he'd managed to collect was pitiful and barely enough for gloves.

However without proper supplies he couldn't even turn them into gloves. Wanting to protect his sparklings as much as possible he placed the fur on his belly trying to keep the area warm.

He was getting further into winter territory when he saw a group of city dwellers. They were carrying weapons and patrolling their camp.

When the guards saw him they immediately chased after him. He clung to the cyber horse which almost bucked him off in fear as it was shot at.

He pushed his horse forward spark pounding in terror as they chased him. He didn't think it could get worse until he went into emergence.

He felt tears fall from the terrible cramping sensation. He frantically looked around for any kind of shelter and found a cave.

After losing his attackers he hid inside. Collapsing onto the hard ground his panels opened up. He saw a gush of liquid flood out of his valve as the cramping sensation continued.

His whole body shook from pain and fear. He bit down on a stick he found worried about being heard. The pain was unbearable and he was terrified. He never imagined giving emergence alone and if anything went wrong they were doomed.

His emergence lasted hours and it felt like he'd died at some point. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt and even biting down on a stick couldn't muffle his screams.

Luckily no one heard him as he pushed with all his strength determined to push his sparklings out despite the pain.

It was the middle of the night when his sparklings finally emerged and snowing outside. The cave did little to shield them and he found himself shivering as he reached for them.

They were strangely quiet as he grabbed them. His two beautiful twins. He pulled them into his arms and held them close. They were so cold and he pulled them closer determined to warm them up.

Even though he was starving he opened his chest plates. He'd give everything he had to them. They were all he had left. At first, they wouldn't latch on no matter how much he begged.

Tears fell as he looked at his beautiful twins. Closing his optics he prayed for them to be okay. When he opened his optics they were finally feeding. He cheered rubbing their little cheeks with tears falling down his face.

Watching them eat he cried because his sparklings were going to be okay. He could even feel them start to warm from his body heat.

In the morning he forced himself to get up. His sparklings were peacefully sleeping as he climbed onto he horse holding them close.

They continued their journey which was made harder by all the snow that had fallen. However, he didn't care because his sparklings were finally here and they were both perfect. He found himself unable to stop touching them although he was careful not to wake them up knowing how important it was for them to sleep.

When he'd almost reached one of the winter dwellers tribes he was attacked again. This time he lost his horse when trying to protect his sparklings.

He'd fallen to the ground hitting his head in the process which began bleeding making it hard to see with the energon falling down his face.

He held his crying sparklings close desperately running through the snow as he was being chased. Using the forest he managed to lose them and stumbled around feeling disoriented.

He was so cold but it didn't matter he just needed to get his sparklings somewhere safe. They were almost there. He forced his legs to move not noticed one was bleeding from being shot.

All he cared about was safety but his legs collapsed. He sobbed holding his crying sparklings close trying to soothe them. They must have been starving and he tried opening his chest plating but it was frozen stuck.

Black spots entered his vision when he tried to stand and even though he fought unconsciousness for as long as possible he couldn't hold on any longer and lost consciousness.

Hearing the commotion the winter dwellers rushed to see what was going on. They heard the echoing of guns and found the city dwellers. The two groups fought with the winter dwellers overpowering them.

Soundwave glared down at the city dwellers who'd been shouting insults before but were now trembling with fear. Noticing something odd he found himself breaking away from the group to investigate.

He saw footprints in the snow that looked fresh and he followed them becoming alarmed when he found blood. He followed the trail using his tracking abilities to locate the injured mech.

He was stunned when he came across someone unconscious in the snow. Recognizing the thin fabric he wore he was shocked to find a sun dweller so far away from any of their tribes.

He was even more shocked when he found two sparklings in his arms. He crouched down looking at the two sparklings who were both dead. It was obvious they were both still born and he looked at the carrying mech in concern.

When he checked him over he was shocked to find that he was still alive although not for much longer if he didn't do something.

The mech was clearly suffering from the cold along with his other injuries. He carefully pried the dead sparklings out of his arms. When the other members of his tribe came over he silently handed them to him.

They looked down at the sparklings sadly. They would give them a proper burial.

"Is he..."

"He's alive?"

He gently scooped the mech up ignoring the others surprised looks. He carried him to their healer Ratchet who glared angrily at his injuries. Especially when he found out that he'd just given emergence by himself.

Even though he was in good hands he found himself reluctant to leave the sun dweller. He couldn't imagine what could have happened to make him leave his home but if he survived he promised to look after him.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus craving sweets which is unusual for him.

ratchet notices immediately when he catches rodimus happily digging into a whole cake himself and just pauses for a moment then has a look of realization before smiling while Rodimus is just happily eating away with a small pudge on his tanks

"Ooh who made this?"

"What?"

He turned around just in time to see Rodimus grabbing a large slice and digging into the cake.

"It's so good."

He gave him a surprised look because he was always worried about his figure. Racers were supposed to be small which was slag but something Rodimus was always worried about.

Watching him joyfully dig into the cake brought him peace and he found himself smiling as well happy Rodimus was enjoying himself.

In fact he seemed to love it so much he was just glowing with happiness. He froze looking him over. When he noticed the extra weight along his tanks. He stood there looking stunned at the realization that Rodimus was sparked.

Coming over he hugged his mate who offered some of his cake. He ate a small bite leaving the rest for him knowing how much he'd need the food as their sparkling began growing. He couldn't wait to tell Drift and sent him a message to join them.

[theoceanoasis]

Dratchrod mechpreg?

Rodimus laid in bed feeling horrible. He'd been trying to hide it from his mates not wanting to worry them.

Of course Ratchets medic instincts would have been able to tell. When he tried telling him that he was fine the medic only huffed and began scanning him. Looking at Drift for help he sided with Ratchet on this one.

He didn't bother getting up or pretending anymore since there was no point. He was expecting Ratchet to tell him that he had a minor bug and needed to rest.

Instead he was surprised when his mate gasped looking stunned.

"What is it?"

He gave Ratchet a worried look and he knew Drift was doing the same.

"You're sparked."

Ratchet showed him the results and he stared at it stunned while Drift hugged him in excitement.

"That's amazing."

Ratchet joined in the hug and he pressed against them knowing how much they've wanted this. Although he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

[theoceanoasis]

Dratchrod

Drift and ratchet meet up with Rodimus after finally tracking him down.

He’s holding a new sparkling while making dinner. They watch him for a moment before going inside.

Rodimus has been stubbornly refusing to answer their calls and both of them were worried. They went to his apartment and were shocked to find he'd moved.

The two of them had gone on a mission tracking him down. Wanting to know what happened and why he wouldn't answer their calls.

Drift was worried his Amica did something reckless and was now in trouble.

Their search was surpringly difficult and it seemed like Rodimus was no where on Cybertron or at least trying to cover his tracks. Which would imply that he was in danger.

Luckily Deadlock wasn't one of the best bounty hunters for nothing and after channeling some inner Deadlock he managed to locate him.

He was in a hidden cabin deep in the woods. Something neither of them could understand. Because it didn't seem like Rodimus at all.

Both of them were worried and went to check on him. The entire time Drift was worried about what they'd find. Scared his Amica had been killed or gotten himself into series trouble.

Ratchet had tried reassuring him but he was also worried about Rodimus.

They knew most people wouldn't do all this to track down a friend, not even an Amica. But they refused to acknowledge the real reason.

They thought there was something between them and Rodimus and then he suddenly disappeared. Even though they knew it was wrong part of them were hoping Rodimus was in danger and that's why he wasn't picking up their calls. They didn't want to believe he was avoiding them after that night.

It had been amazing for them and they thought Rodimus finally understood how much they loved him but in the morning when they woke up he was already gone.

Arriving at the cabin they gave each other nervous looks as they carefully peaked inside.

Drift gasped in shock when he saw Rodimus in the kitchen holding a sparkling while making dinner. Even from a distance it was obvious who the parents were and both of them stood there in shock.

They watched Rodimus take care of their sparkling for a moment longer until Ratchet couldn't take it anymore. Drift tried to stop him as he pounded on the door.

"Ratchet stop let's think about this for a moment we don't want to say something we'll regret."

The door suddenly opened and all three of them stood there frozen. It wasn't until the sparkling squirmed in Rodimus's arms that they were snapped out of it.

Rodimus took a step back in shock cradling his sparkling close and that's all Ratchet needed to barge in and demand answers.