#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.

[mychlapci]

so I was chatting with a buddy of mine a few days ago, and my brainworms conjured up titan preggers in the sense that those tiny baby sparklets they conceive? Just like mama Primus'(titans are just Primus' oldest children when the largest contingent of Unicron's cum condensed to ignite the heaviest sparks before the process evened out) and the Well of Allsparks, fresh sparks ignite when there is enough robocum fizzling on the inside of their delicate meshes.

But you see, all those sparks are normal mecha-sized sparks. They're sooooo tiny in contrast to their massive gestation chambers and chasmic valves, their gigantic carriers have to rely on internal monitors to keep and eye on them. So these titans will exhibit all carrying symptoms even if they can't /feel/ where the sparklets have been deposited on their insides unless the entirety of their forge walls are covered in itty bitty baby sparklets.

Now, I like to imagine that every part of a titan can be converted into a functional facility that can accommodate normal sized mecha; this includes their valves and gestation chambers of course.

Just imagine how cavernous that shaft of a valve would be as mecha make pilgrimages up that slick surface to enter the forge, their little feet tickling the resident titan and charging them up so good. Sometimes they'd even convert their valves into being a part of the subway system, tightening just enough to still let trainformers pass through them, giving the mecha a pussy express shortcut to their holy destination: the soakhouse in the gestation chamber.

It's like a bathhouse, but you mainly go there to soak like in a hotspring or an oil pool. And of course, participate in various orgies while within. I mean, with how fertile everything smells when covered in the titan's juices, how can a bot resist? But do remember though, if you want to fuck inside the host, you best be sure to be ready to take up the responsibility if you happen to leave a happy little bundle of joy behind. Not that it's a definite guarantee, it's like a 1 in 3 chance, but still.

Because if you get a titan pregnant, they will never let you traverse through them peacefully until you go back in there and continue feeding the growing sparklet with your transfluid. Best hope your spray game is up to par if the sparklet is attached to high places. You can of course try to placate them by interacting with the physical features inside them, like rutting against any surface, like their missile silo shaft of a valve or against the spiral doors to their forge. You can even suck off the various fixtures in the soakhouse, like showerheads, faucets, gate pistons etc, but they still won't let you out until you nourish their sparklets.

Primes in particular are banned from spilling their seed inside the soakhouse, because the Matrix makes their cum extra fertile. This is why Rodimus gets locked in the cuck chair every time the lads say they're going for a soak in the bath house. FortMax and Metroplex are kind of tired of Rodimus knocking them up too many times.

Like don't get them wrong, they like the feel of those little adorable sparklings hatching and popping out from their casings after fully developing, falling into their liquids and crawling all over their insides until the pilgrims arrive to pick them up. But they're very, very tired of having sparklings with Rodimus' annoying temperament when they could have bitlets from the pick of an entire populace of diverse sparklines tochoose from yeah.

They singlehandedly repopulate/colonise any region they settle on after all, it's only fair that they should be allowed some extent of fussiness, no? Think about it, do you want Autobot City on Earth to be filled with nothing but baby Hot Rods? Not even Metroplex has the patience for a city full of mini Hot Rods.

The MetroProwlMagnus fic is coming along very painfully. I hate being in university sometimes-🔌

oughhhHhh i love this, i am writing this down immediately.

This is like a perfect mix between perverted mechpreg and normal transformer reproduction. Yes, cybertronians are forged in caves deep underneath the surface of cybertron, created from sentient metal and spark energy. and the caves? Pussy and uterus. Dripping and pregnant and so very fun to bathe in. And it's an extremely pleasant experience for the titan themself, who'll be overloading constantly as the little hands and feet of their citizens stroke their walls.

The sparklings hang from the ceiling and the walls of the forge, pulsing with life energy, each of them encased in a soft sack of energon and transfluid... I absolutely love the idea that as long as they have a titan with them, cybertronians can mostly reproduce wherever they settle. All they need to do is turn their large friend on and they'll be birthing a new population in no time. It's probably a little scary for the inhabitants of Earth... but it's not like they're gonna overtake them or anything!

ahshsjagsh and of course, Rodimus needs to be locked out of the bathhouses. He already has too many babies out there in the world, they don't need more.

[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 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Drift and Ratchet catching Rodimus leave the wash racks only to see he has nozzle piercings, a tank pouch with a fertile tattoo on the pudge and large energon pouches.

The full signs of being a fertile tank carrier along with the navel piercing he has

He sighed glaring at his shower which decided to break. Especially at a time like this when he was covered in who knows what thanks to Whirl.

Feeling disgusting he decided to take a shower somewhere else and call to have it repaired afterwards.

He called Drift asking to use his shower because he wanted the gunk off him immediately.

His Amica agreed and since both Drift and Ratchet were at work he didn't have to worry about running into them.

Even though Drift was his best friend their relationship had been strained ever since he got back.

He loved him and still loves him even though it hurts watching him with Ratchet. He knows it's his own fault though he should have gone after him.

Now he was all alone. The only good thing was at least his Amica was happy. Ratchet was good for him and he should be happy for him.

He ignored the pain in his spark as he walked into their apartment being hit with how in love they were. Ratchet and Drifts stuff was strewn all over making the whole apartment feel like home as they came together.

He tried to ignore it. Feeling like an outsider who was intruding on their home. He wanted to quickly shower and get out of there but the stupid gunk on him would not come off.

The more he washed the more he found and it was irritating. Under the paneling on his front felt sticky and uncomfortable almost unbearable given the sensitive areas it touched.

He was about to remove them but hesitated feeling embarrassed. He rarely ever took them off feeling a mix of shame and embarrassment.

Taking it off in someone else's home only made it worse. He debated leaving it and just dealing with the stickiness until his shower could be fixed. However he had no idea how long that would take and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore and he removed both. After checking the roaster to make sure both Drift and Ratchet weren't coming home any time soon. He found more sticky gunk on his plating and set it to the side. Planning on washing it afterwards.

He worked on cleaning the rest of him up. Being carefully when he scrubbed his pouches He looked at the piercings on his nozzles and thought about getting different ones feeling as though he'd outgrown the one he was wearing. He also thought about changing the piercing on his belly.

Looking down he found his optics drawn to the tattoo he'd gotten in Nyon as a symbol of his fertility. He traced it sadly suddenly missing his home and wishing he could have Nyonian jewelry.

He was careful to wash his belly especially where his tanks rested knowing how sensitive they could be.

Once he was all clean he stepped out and dried himself off. Looking at his plating he grabbed it and began scrubbing at it. Except the gunk had time to sit and was now harder to get off.

He looked around trying to find a detail brush and then remembered Drift held extra in a hallway closet.

Opening the door he quickly walked over not paying attention as he focused solely on getting the brushes.

It wasn't until he heard a startled noise and the sounds of fans turning on that he jumped in surprise turning to look at Drift and Ratchet.

He immediately slapped a hand over his chest plating and ran back into the bathroom with tears in his optics. He grabbed his plating and threw it on as fast as he could. Wincing slightly when he pinched his pouches.

Leaving the bathroom he thanked Drift for letting him use it and before either could get a word in he was gone.

Drift and Ratchet looked at each other stunned and more aroused than they'd ever been. As they replayed the scene over and over again in their heads.

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Rodimus being a surrogate for drift and ratchet. He loves them but knows it’ll always be a secret one sided love.

He ends up conjunxed to soundwave. They both just take such good care of each other in all aspects

Holding a box of candy in one hand he knocked with the other feeling his spark pound in his chest. Recently Ratchet and Drift had been spending a lot of time with him. Going on what seemed like dates and now they were inviting him over because they wanted to ask him something.

He was practically vibrating with excitement. He'd always loved Drift and he'd found himself falling for Ratchet. He thought they felt the same way and were going to ask him if he would be interested in dating them.

Ratchet opened the door happy to see him and quickly pulled him inside. Drift was already inside giving him a nervous smile as he was guided to sit across from them.

"There is something we want to ask you..."

He nodded shifting with excitement.

"We want you to be our surrogate."

He gave them a confused look.

"We've always wanted a family but neither of us can carry."

"Don't you have to have carried in the past to be considered?"

"Yes and from the exams I've given you over the years I know you've carried in the past."

His energon froze and he stiffened trying to hide his distress.

"Let me think about it."

Even though he tried to hide it from him, Drift could still tell something was wrong.

"Roddy?"

Feeling boxed in he began to panic and before Drift could touch him he ran back to his room where he collapsed onto the floor.

He began to uncontrollably sob as he thought about his sparkling who was gone. They'd died in the fall of Nyon and having Drift and Ratchet bring up carrying, brought back a flood of memories and emotions he'd tried to forget.

Breaking down he was despondent for days. He knew everyone was worried about him. Drift and Ratchet had come by apologizing Ratchet admitting that he'd been insensitive.

He should have realized there was a reason he never brought up having a sparkling.

He'd clawed at his belly right where his tank was. All it ever did was cause him grief. He thought Drift and Ratchet liked him but all they wanted was a surrogate.

Megatron was able to piece together what happened and knew why he was upset. He'd been there after all watching him break down and sob with Soundwave holding him.

The grief had torn them apart. Soundwave wanted to kill the high council and make them suffer as revenge. He wanted to burn Cybertron to the ground. However Hot Rod didn't want anyone else to suffer the same pain he did.

Soundwave chose the Decepticons and Hot Rod chose the Autobots and both of them liked to pretend that was it. Even though their sparks desperately reached for each other every time they were near. On the anniversary and birthday of their sparkling they would always get together. To mourn and to celebrate the life gone too soon.

Megatron knew Soundwave would be the only one who could help him and he was right.

When he heard a knock on the door he was going to ignore it until it was their secret knock. He'd gasped opening the door in shock to find Soundwave.

"Rodimus."

He broke down sobbing and Soundwave held him. Their sparks swelled and their fields desperately mixed together.

Soundwave pulled him inside before anyone could see him break down. Knowing he wouldn't want his crew to see him like that.

They clung to each other as he told Soundwave everything. He was pissed. How dare they try and use him?

They made him believe they liked him only to be manipulating him into giving them a sparkling. Ratchet especially should have known better and shouldn't have said that.

He felt violated and helpless. Soundwave suggested a new medic which was a start but he didn't know if he could trust them anymore.

"I feel my entire life has been destroyed and I don't know how to start over again. It hurt too much the first time."

"I'm sorry Rodimus. I promise you won't be alone this time I'm not leaving you."

Nodding he cuddled closer and Soundwave held him as they grieved.

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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."

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Mechs trying to court Hot Rod but his bitty is having none of it! There's only one mech they think is worthy of their carrier and it's Soundwave, so the bitty acts cute and demands to be cuddled by him so Hot Rod notices Sounders.

He glared at the stupid mech trying to court his carrier. He didn't even look at him and he knew the mech didn't like him. He cuddled closer to his carrier and began crying.

The mech frowned giving him an annoyed look as his carrier took care of him no longer paying the mech any attention.

This had been happening more often now with mechs constantly bothering his carrier and trying to court him. He hated all of them and didn't think any of them were worthy of his carrier except one.

Soundwave had always been nice to him and he'd always felt a connection between them and in his head, he'd started calling Soundwave his sire.

He didn't have one unlike the other sparklings his age. However, if he did he'd imagine they would be Soundwave. He was always around taking care of his carrier and him.

Unlike his carriers suitors, he was never mean to him and instead took care of him. He tried bringing it up with his carrier and he quickly dismissed the thought thinking Soundwave didn't like him. Which was crazy because he was always so kind and gentle with his carrier taking care of both of them.

His carrier deserved happiness and he deserved someone worthy and there was no one more worthy than Soundwave. He just needed to show his carrier how much Soundwave loved him and prove that he'd be a great fit for their little family.

When Soundwave came over to help his carrier he ran to him and demanded to be picked up. He cuddled against him acting cute as he demanded his attention.

When his carrier had to leave and help his friend Drift. He asked if Soundwave could watch over him. His carrier had agreed and when he got home he found them cuddled on the couch asleep.

Rodimus thought it was adorable and had taken pictures. Scrolling through his camera he found lots of photos with Soundwave and his sparkling inside.

He blushed his spark pounding in his chest as he looked at a sleeping Soundwave giving him an adoring look. The two of them had accidentally slept together once after having too much to drink. It was a one-time thing and neither mentioned it again. Until he found out he was sparked. He didn't think Soundwave would want it and at that point, he was back on Earth while he was on the Lost Light.

He'd made the difficult decision to raise his sparkling alone although that didn't seem to be the case. He'd been so worried about Soundwave not liking him and feeling guilty because his sparkling didn't have a sire. That he didn't realize Soundwave had stepped into the role of sire even though he didn't know their sparkling was his.

He wrapped a blanket around the two of them kissing his sparklings forehead. When Soundwave woke up they had a lot to talk about. Although it made him nervous and he was still scared of Soundwave rejecting him. He wanted to be with him and wanted to raise their sparkling together.

When their sparkling woke up he noticed his carrier talking to Soundwave. He couldn't hear what they were saying but when his carrier kissed Soundwave he ran over cheering and hugged them. For the first time, he called Soundwave sire out loud and both of them hugged him.

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Whould it be possible to get a followup on the sparked roddy after lost light ?

If that is no of issue

He stared in horror as Ratchet stood there looking him over.

"It says you are here for a prenatal appointment?"

He nodded unable to say it out loud with Ratchet staring at him like that.

"I just found out when I tried joining Thunderclash on his quest."

He looked away not wanting to see the look on Ratchets face.

"I can find another medic if that would be better."

He shifted feeling awkward and wanting to go home.

"No, it's fine."

Ratchet straightened becoming a professional medic. He watched as he came over and touched his sides and belly feeling where the sparkling was with his hands.

He then grabbed a machine and rubbed a cold jell on his belly. He shivered watching as Ratchet moved a stick around and looked at a nearby monitor. He gasped staring at the screen in awe when he saw his sparkling. They were tiny and didn't look like a sparkling and yet he fell in love. They were so beautiful, and he found himself crying.

Ratchet who'd been silent grabbed some tissues and gave it to him so he could wipe his face.

"You don't have to answer. But one of the questions I'm supposed to ask is about the sire?"

He froze looking at Ratchet who was clearly waiting for him to say something. He wasn't stupid and from the minute he'd learned about his sparkling he was already putting the pieces together.

"I don't know who they are."

He lied.

"It was a onetime fling, and I never got their number."

Ratchet seemed slightly disappointed as he looked back at the sparkling. He was just glad Drift wasn't there otherwise this would be harder than it already was.

As though Primus was trying to spite him there was a knock on the door.

"Enter."

Drift walked inside holding pamphlets and not paying attention.

"I've started birthing classes for those who are carrying along with meditation and yoga classes if you are interested...."

Drift trailed off looking at him in shock.

"Roddy what are you doing here?"

He looked at the monitor and threw the pamphlets to the side before hugging him.

"Oh, Roddy that's wonderful."

"Thanks."

"He gave him an awkward smile.

"Do you know who the sire is?"

"No. It was a onetime fling."

"I'm sorry Roddy."

Drift hugged him again.

"You should have told me I could have been there for you."

"I just found out and I was stilling dealing with the news myself."

"You are much to thin and it's been forever since I last saw you. We should hang out and have dinner at our place next week."

He glanced at Ratchet for help, but he agreed with his conjunx. He didn't want to do that knowing they'd ask more questions and having to be around them especially when he was sparked physically hurt. It was a reminder of what he and his sparkling would never have.

He was about to turn them down but he found himself unable to. He'd already disappointed Drift enough and he was right that they hadn't seen each other in a long time.

Knowing he'd probably regret it he agreed to join them for dinner.

"I can't wait."

Drift hugged him again promising a nutritious meal for his sparkling. He could only smile along ignoring the look Ratchet was giving him.

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Dragonformers Dratchrod

His injured wing made it hard to maneuver as he desperately tried to get away. Hitting a tree with a sickening crack he fell to the ground knocked unconscious.

The knights that had been following him quickly surrounded him and he was awoken with a scream. When he felt large stakes pierce through his body as he was roughly held down by netting that rubbed him raw just from weakly struggling.

Feeling dizzy and trying to get away. He could hear voices all around him and he desperately snapped at anyone who came close knowing they would kill him.

The netting tightened digging into his scales and causing him to bleed. He cried out in pain and then lost consciousness again, his body unable to take the stress.

He didn't hear the wings flapping or the roar of two angry dragons. The knights dared to not only enter their territory but strike down one of their own.

The knights terrified and unprepared to deal with two more dragons quickly left. With one dragon chasing after them and blowing fire behind them until they were gone.

The other checked to make sure Hot Rod was still alive and then carefully pulled out the stakes causing Hot Rod to whimper from the pain.

Drift came back from hunting the knights. Worried about the injured dragon.

He sniffed the air looking at his mate in surprise because the dragon was a carrier. A very rare type of dragon due to knights constantly hunting them in the hopes of extinguishing their species.

"We can focus on that later. Right now he is seriously injured."

Coming over Drift ignored the delicious smell and helped his mate bandage the dragon to the best of their ability until they could take him back to their cave.

The dragon was small and lighter than he should have been with older wounds that didn't heal right.

They carried him back to their cave and placed him in their nest. Ratchet checked him over making sure they hadn't jostled him too much and that he wasn't bleeding through the bandages.

When he was satisfied he joined Drift near the entrance to their cave where they talked about what they were going to do now.

Both of them trying to stay far away from the other dragon worried his delicious scent would make them do something they'd regret.

It had been so long since they'd last seen a carrier dragon and they forgot how easily they could drive someone into a rut.

The only reason they weren't in a rut was because his scent was mixed with pain and fear. Which made them both feel overprotective as they guarded the entrance of their cave. Waiting for the dragon to wake up.

[theoceanoasis]

Rodimus in the wash racks trying to have a moment to himself but his sparkling ratbat is in the baby chair just outside the curtain cooing.

Soundwave feels bad but their sparkling is still fresh won’t leave their carrier alone

He swayed slightly in the shower staring off into the distance. He was exhausted and desperately needed to sleep. Outside the shower he could hear Ratbat cooing as he played with a toy.

Only a thin curtain separating the two of them because Ratbat refused to be far from his carrier. He felt tears fall because he was so tired.

He just wanted to sleep but Ratbat didn't want to. He was always up at random times keeping him awake.

He leaned his head against the shower wall and closed his optics. A moment later and Soundwave was shaking him awake.

"Rodimus are you okay?"

"Tired..."

"I know."

"Ratbat needs me."

He looked at the curtain his legs went weak and Soundwave grabbed him.

"Let's get you to bed."

"But Ratbat."

"Will be okay. I'll look after him."

"He needs me. He only wants me."

"I know but we'll make it work. You need your rest."

Soundwave turned off the water and picked him up. He carried him to their bedroom and set him down.

Ratbat began squeaking and Rodimus reached a shaking hand towards him.

"My sparkling."

"I'll grab him."

He rushed over grabbing Ratbat before he could start crying. Knowing Rodimus would never fall asleep if that happened. He held the sparkling close coming back to a tired Rodimus.

"Ratbat."

He smiled faintly reaching out for their sparkling. He handed him over and Rodimus rubbed their faces together.

"Be good for your sire while I take a little nap."

Ratbat squeaked and he picked him up.

"We'll be okay, get some rest."

He pulled the blankets over him and Rodimus quickly fell asleep.