#future dratchrod

[cozzzynook]

Ratchet and Drift like Rodimus and are trying to court him. However they think Perceptor is trying to court him as well.

They find out Rodimus is having what they assume to be a date with Perceptor in his room. They decide to interrupt and find the two cooking together.

Perceptor is teaching Rodimus some family recipes. They are surprised because they didn't know Rodimus could cook.

The two of them barge into Perceptors hab and see Perceptor teaching Rodimus an old family recipe that he planned on making for them the next night. While Beainstorm is working on a project on the kitchen table that Perceptor told him to stop hours ago. With Perceptor angrily glaring at the two when for almost breaking his door and scaring them.

“to what do I owe the displeasure?”

“Uuuh,” Drift at least looks sheepish after the shock wears off but Ratchet still looks incredulous which is annoying Perceptor and Rodimus is just confused.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We uh..”

“Carrier, you didn’t blow them off did you?”

And the two mechs found themselves sputtering for two reasons, one of which being that they didn’t know Perceptor had a kid, that kid being Rodimus.

“Carrier!?”

“Oh yeah, he’s my carrier…sorry carrier,” Rodimus looked guilty and Perceptor patted his cheek plating in comfort, “it’s alright little flame. Keep cooking, I want to have a word with the two.”

“Gentlemechs..lets go to the back room for a talk.”

Perceptor started walking towards a door with a bolt and the two mechs looked like they were about to transform and high tail it.

“Don’t run. It’ll only make him angrier,” Brainstorm went back to working on his device and Rodimus looked like he was watching a funeral pass.

“I’ll…ask him to be nice,” Rodimus went with them to the back after the putting the fuel on low.

They were so glad he followed them inside.

[theoceanoasis]

Deaf Rodimus

Dratchrod

The Lost Light had recently landed and the crew were exploring the nearby town while the ship was being refueled.

Drift and Ratchet held his hands as they walked through the busy streets taking everything in. They'd decided to use their time off to go on a date together and hang out.

They went to a nearby restaurant that Drift had looked up and thought the fuel looked good.

The three of them sat down chatting and having fun together. Ratchet was sharing something First Aid told him and Drift was trying to get them to try the different fuels he'd ordered. Talking about how good they were.

He watched his two future Conjunx admiring how cute they were and falling more in love with them when there was an explosion.

He found himself thrown to the ground and knocked unconscious. When he awoke it was to Drift and Ratchet pulling him away from the roaring fire. Ratchet was looking him over and Drift was saying something he couldn't hear.

His optics widened when he realized his hearing aids had been broken. He tried to pretend like nothing was wrong as he read Drift and Ratchets lips trying to reassure them he was fine and answering every question.

Both of them still seemed concerned somehow able to tell that something was wrong. He just needed to get back to his room and put on his replacement hearing aids without them noticing.

He knew if they found out they wouldn't want him anymore. Cybertron had a lot of backwards views and some of them involved those with disabilities.

He continued reassuring his future mates that he was fine. Normally he would have been happy with their concern knowing they were doing it out of love. Now however he found himself getting upset with them because they refused to leave him alone.

Ratchet was trying to drag him to the medbay and was about to pick him up and carry him. His reassurances were ignored with Ratchet wanting to do more thorough testing. Something he couldn't allow until after he'd replaced his hearing aids knowing Ratchet would figure it out if he did a thorough exam.

When he refused to listen Ratchet and Drift picked him up and carried him to the medbay. He struggled against them still telling them he was fine. Drift held him against his chest as Ratchet looked him over.

He didn't know what Drift was saying because he was behind him and decided to not respond pretending like he was sulking when really he was terrified.

Ratchet seemed to be getting annoyed with him which made him feel guilty that he was stressing him out. He knew his mate was worried about him and just wanted to help but he felt ashamed of his disability and didn't want them to find out.

He was terrified he'd lose the best things that have ever happened to him.

His audial began to spark and he could see Ratchet looking alarmed as he checked the area. He froze in horror as he pulled his damaged hearing aide out.

A look of realization and then understanding flashed though Ratchets face and he found himself flinching in shame.

He didn't know what Drift was saying or doing which only made him more on edge.

He could see Ratchet talking to Drift telling him that he was deaf. He felt tears sting his optics and he pushed himself out of Drifts grasp and ran back to his room.

He locked the door and put on his hearing aids. Refusing to listen to Drift and Ratchet knocking on his door as he curled into a little ball sobbing knowing his relationship was over.

[effectingsomedragons]

Ad Lucem

Chapter 1: Ship In A Bottle

Summary: It's been two years since the Reaper War ended, and the galaxy is facing a bright but uncertain future. As Commander Shepard sets out once again with her crew, however, a mysterious transmission in an unknown alien language will swing them into a frightening new world straight from humanity's past.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Fandoms: Mass Effect Trilogy, Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Characters: Female Shepard (Mass Effect), Jeff "Joker" Moreau, EDI (Mass Effect), Samantha Traynor, Garrus Vakarian, Liara T'Soni, Steve Cortez, Kaidan Alenko, Tarn (Transformers), Tesarus (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Additional Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Eventual Shepard/Garrus Vakarian, Eventual Dratchrod, Why Is It Always Giant Robots, I Can't Believe I Wrote This, Shepard Is Tired of Alien Robots, Fantastic Racism, The DJD Hates Organics This Is Not News, I Couldn't Remember If the DJD Had A Faceship So They Have One Now, Kaidan is Done With Everybody, Custom Shepard

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[cozzzynook]

dratchrod's sparkling inherits rodimus's outlier ability, and roddy has the time of his life teaching their little firebug.

I’m just picturing their bitty suddenly combusting into flames while Rodimus fuels them and he just..doesn’t notice at first because he runs warm already and his bitties flames aren’t high yet but Drift and Ratchet notice and Drift has a mild oanic while Ratchet is also mildly panicking even if he denies it.

Rodimus waves them off and is so proud because he tells them their bitty has his outlier and this is the same age he got his.

Drift and Ratchet flame proof the rest of their hab and Rodimus always finds them picking their bitty up with flame proof gloves or tongs looking panicked as they put their bitties frame flames out in the sink making steam go everywhere.

Roddy doesn’t have the spark to tell them its an easier way.

He just enjoys recording these moments for the future.

[cozzzynook]

Can we get some dratchrod cheering each tower up headcanons?

Ratchet being cheered up by Drift is comforting words and gentle touches. Soft kisses to his red finial and a chassis to lay on. He gets to listen to Drifts spark hum and spin and rest in the knowledge his conjunx is alive. Beside him. Loves him. Chose him.

Drift being comforted by Ratchet is soft. Ratchet uses realistic outcomes and doesn’t give false hope but he does promise to stay every step of the way through it all. He gives tender touches and kind smiles. Hopes he wishes to come true and possibilities for a future if they were to have one.

Rodimus comforting Drift was once trying to cheer him up with fun things like racing, a few cool and hopeful words followed by a cheesy, unsure smile. It became Rodimus being an audial that held no judgement no matter how dark the thoughts became or how depressing Drift felt to be around, Rodimus didn’t complain, didn’t try to change him, didn’t put on false airs or tell Drift he was wrong. Rodimus gave Drift an outlet for any and every emotion no matter how overwhelming or big and let Drift use him the way he needed be it a living diary, sparing partner or a chassis to sob on.

Rodimus comforting Ratchet was terrible in the beginning. Rodimus tried being more genuine only to have it thrown in his face plates. They bickered, argued, Ratchet threw insults and sarcasm and typical bitterness only a long life span of war could give. Making Rodimus defensive and brash, his temper getting the best of him as he yelled and balled his fists trying to keep his flames from sprouting. Rodimus was always the first to walk away because he knew the moment he started smoking from his exhausts things were becoming too much. It took some time, a lot of time, before Rodimus decided to hold his glossa and let Ratchet get everything off his chassis and finally ask with slightly gritted denta what the real problem is. Its then Ratchet gives a great big vent, drops into a chair and lets his shoulder plating droop before finally saying what was wrong. Things become easier after that.

Drift and Ratchet try to comfort Rodimus when they see things become too much for the young co captain but he simply gives a tired smile and says he’ll be fine. Rodimus at the beginning of their journey would’ve immediately found an excuse or took any opening to get out of his responsibilities that weren’t life threatening. In the early days he would jump at the chance to have a bot listen to his problems or complaints. But now the mech before them didn’t utter so much as a word of complaint for his responsibilities save for a sigh or looking tired. He didn’t complain anymore. He didn’t shirk off responsibility of any kind and he didn’t talk about his problems. Rodimus seemed to close off when it came to being comforted and the way didn’t know when it happened or why. What they could’ve done or said to make Rodimus think he couldn’t talk to them. But he didn’t.

It just made overhearing Rodimus half way break down before another mech hurt all the more. Rodimus may have pushed their servo and comfort away but the mech didn’t take no for an answer. They may not have tried to touch Rodimus frame again but they did sit beside him. Their digits brushing faintly along Rodimus’s.

It stung when the younger didn’t pull away and it broke a piece of them when they finally learned the best way to comfort this new Rodimus, was sitting besides him in silence, a digit laced with his own as he looked down deep in his own thoughts.

They hoped to one day be trusted with giving Rodimus comfort not knowing Rodimus felt unworthy of their comfort and comfort in general, since he’s failed so much and put them through far more than either ever deserved.

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Is it obvious i love this ship but i like putting Rodimus through angst? Hope you enjoyed this 😊

Also tips are much appreciated but i also love getting asks in my inbox 🥰

[cozzzynook]

Dratchrod with a side of a/b/o Dratchet being alphas and Rodimus an omega. First time courting and claiming.

I have not done something like this yet and its making me want to do a humanformers au.

So if you’re familiar with me you know my brain goes different directions so heres my fore warning 🫣

Its not really known that Rodimus is an omega since he doesn’t like his presentation.

He didn’t like making nests nor needing them for comfort. He didn’t like his heats or how they made him vulnerable, emotional and needy to those around him. He’d get seasonal heats just like every omega and like every omega he’d bleed each month feeling his body ache, his chest puff out and his hips spread to accommodate what others say his second gender is made for.

He can’t stand the stigma, stereotypes and image that comes with being an omega and the degrading weakness that comes with it.

The feelings he’s just never been able to work through and accept nor the emotional turmoil of not fitting typical omega beauty standards.

Rodimus was not a short, soft omega.

He was a tall, lean muscle with pudge on his belly showing off his uterus that he constantly hides, at times temperamental and prone to long bouts of depression omega.

Rodimus didn’t dare ever think a beta, let alone alpah, would be interested in him.

Especially since he’s hidden he was an omega from the moment he presented early as a young child.

It was terrifying feeling like that and having the adults at the shelter look at him like he was a burden and a freak.

He wasn’t given anything most omegas were gifted during their first heat. He didn’t even have someone to hold him and tell him it would be okay.

He was locked in a stale old room in the basement with a bucket, a few bottles of water and a couple snack wrap bars and some towels.

No pain medicine, no caring scents, no rest and not an ounce of comfort.

They say an omegas first heat deeply impacts their life and future heats going forward.

Maybe that’s why he always struggled during his heats. He was always alone. He learned early on being alone was the only real way to keep himself safe.

Sure he had friends but he kept them at arms length and never truly let them in.

He wasn’t…necessarily unhappy with the way he lived his life but he did want.

He wanted for things that left him frustrated and hot all over from wanting to cry. But he wasn’t a weak omega, he refused to be, so he wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t be emotional or reliant on an alpha or need their help for anything.

He was determined to live his life independently and keep his secret until he died.

….life never goes the way he wants it to.

It was his last year of college when his heart started getting weak again and his body was no longer as strong as it once had been.

Related to the long term abuse his omega sustained growing up, the doctor at the clinic told him. He’d be feeling out of body for entire days, having a hard time keeping food down and only able to drink shakes so he wouldn’t get sicker. The medicine they eventually put him on couldn’t fix the long term damage but it would stop it from getting worse.

Rodimus was actually heading to pick up his medicine when he felt the signs kick start as he walked from the bus to the pharmacy. The heat was unbearable on his body and he’d made it to the counter on shaky legs where the pharmacists that knew him hurried to get a chair for him and his medicine…only for him to drop and fall out in the aisle.

When he came back he expected a headache or pain.

He didn’t expect warm hands and a firm lap holding him up.

The smell of concerned alpha was drowning him in a sea of calm he never once experienced in his twenty five years of life.

It was the most mouth watering, brain hazing, body relaxing scent he’s ever smelled in his life.

He was too lost in the clouds to truly question why the scents felt like home. He couldn’t even remember that he hated smelling others, alpha, beta and omega alike.

Rodimus is able to open his eyes when one of the doctors gives him an emergency shot kept in the back for him since this is his primary medicine pick up. He feels the prick next to his heart and feels the medicine working through him. He’s wondering why he’s still on a soft firm lap instead of the plush warm pillow his doctor often gave him.

His vision is clearing and the world is slow to warm him in a way it never has and for the first time in his life he feels like he isn’t alone anymore.

It is not one but two alphas that hover above him. One with white hair and bits of red that run all over his hair naturally. He’s brown skin with yellow eyes that glow in unshed concern. The alpha is muscular, tall and slim while the one beside him, the one who administered the shot is chubby a chubby male alpha laced with deep muscle. He’s got light brown skin with deep brown eyes that swirl into a shade of red. His hair is ginger with lines of white on the sides. He can tell the man is older and he can slowly see the bite mark on the mans neck that looked far too deep to be an omegas.

As did the other alpha holding his head.

‘Ah, they’re mates,’ he thinks to himself, biting his lip to make sure no words came forth. Wrong thing to do it seems. The older of the two made a disgruntled sound and got him to stop biting his lip.

“I’m fine,” he croaked, trying to sit up. The slender alpha wouldn’t let him and the alpha he guessed to be a doctor or nurse began checking him over.

“I need you to stay still kid. At least until I finish checkin ya over,” the mans voice was soothing in an odd way. Deep yet slightly cranky and itchy, seems like he was a grouch type by nature. Kinda funny if he was a doctor and a total grinch.

He felt callous hands gently check him over, careful of his sensitive skin, taking a careful approach at checking his pulse and brushing over his scent glands only to feel scent patches. The man gave a disapproving look that melted to something else before moving on faster than he could inhale.

When all was said and done almost an hour passed and he was finally allowed to sit up and gather his medicine. He thanked the two and apologized for the trouble.

The slender alpha that was taller than he expected, and painfully attractive, was named Drift and much friendlier than his initial appearance led on. The alpha said it was no trouble at all and offered the two taking him back to his car or his place if he needed the help. Immediately he denied the invitation followed by saying he was fine and didn’t want to inconvenience them anymore than he already had.

The one he learned was a doctor named Ratchet gave a gruff, “you passed out on the ground kid. Stop playing it tough and accept the help,” before moving forward and gently shuffling Rodimus along who yelped a little, totally surprised by the attractive stranger touching him. Neither seemed like the type to like physical affection but he could be wrong, he probably was since he didn’t know them.

He shouldn’t think about them or memorize their appearance since it’ll be the last time he ever sees them.

He’s definitely not letting them take him home or get in their car.

He allows them to take him outside and when he gets the first brush of air, he inhales a little deeper, feeling the grounding invading hand hold his middle back, the comforting protecting powerful invading presence looming right against him almost touching. Shielding him from the outside world making his head swim, his stomach calm as if he’s never had an anxious nerve in his body since birth and he’s wondering what he was so focused on before as he allowed the two to help him into the car?

He’s catching a whiff of alpha pheromones that work so well together it should be illegal.

He’s snapping out of his stupor much to his omegas dismay and he’s darting from the twos grasp and car before he knows it. He’s glad he caught them by surprise and was able to get away, Rodimus was also glad he once used to be very into sports before his omega fucked everything up, again.

Sure he paid for it when he finally stopped running and collapsed in his dorm, but it was worth it, he argued internally to his omega.

He doesn’t know those two alphas, they could be traffickers or could take advantage of him. He shouldn’t have let his guard down like that and he shouldn’t have fallen for whatever spell they put on him.

A soft whine comes from his throat and he’s pushing himself on all fours to crawl to his bed, he won’t build a nest- he refuses to build a nest- only to drop back to the floor and pass out.

He was stiff and in pain when he woke up. His omega berating him for not allowing two perfectly capable alphas to scent and take care of him. He could be waking in an alphas den buried beneath their weight and the oils of their glands as they kept him safe and shrouded him in the affection he so desperately needs.

He pushes that thought away immediately, after he forces himself to stop purring of course.

He thought the worst was behind him when he realized he didn’t have his medicine and would be spending the next two months suffering with heart and body pains with his chest feeling like it was caving in. He sighed rubbing his hand against his chest, feeling like his heart was purposely pounding against his lungs in retaliation for being so stupid as to leave his medication with two strange alphas his omega would sell a liver and both kidneys to smell again.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped quietly, he didn’t have a choice, talking loud hurt too much and he was pushing his luck going to this herbal tea shop. He was thankful the shop owner ordered very strong herbs for him that would help curb his pain. He’d be left bed bound but that was so much better than suffering in pain.

“Thank you so much,” with shaky hands he took the hot mug of tea from the owner and closed his eyes. He concentrated on lifting the cup to his lips without spilling it all and burning himself when he felt two sets of warm, slender and thick callous hands lifting the tea to steady it for him as he drank.

His shoulders dropped, his brain was bubbly with a fog surrounding his lungs with every increasingly easy breath filling him like a cure. The scent was heavenly, spices he didn’t know existed wafted into him going perfectly with the natural fire scent his omega was oddly born with. Figures he’d be an omega with a scent deemed for an alpha. Not that he really minds he actually likes it. But not as much as he likes the scent of spices coming from the two alphas that surround him holding his cup.

He’s pressed against a firm chest that follows an arm snaking around him. It’s firm, lightly possessive and quite touchy in ways he’s never been given. There’s a soft touch on his chest above his heart and the feeling makes him boneless. The alpha holding him takes his full weight like its easy and the alpha in front of him is touching him in places that feel familiar. Its not perverted but its welcoming as it is searching oddly enough.

“You gave us quite the scare kid. Running off like that and without your meds. Yer lucky to be walkin right about now, especially since yer breathin so tuff.”

Rodimus knew that voice was familiar, he’d heard it before so many times in his dreams this past week but it came from somewhere elsec somewhere real.

“Please don’t run from us again, we don’t mean you any harm honest.”

His omega was beaming with joy to the point of melting making him drop into both the alphas hold nose sniffing the two so desperate to inhale as much as physically possible.

The rational part of his brain felt as if it were being stomped down into the recess of his psyche allowing his omega to break free in a way he’s never once allowed it to. He’s forced to watch from the depths of his mind in growing horror as the two alphas take their time leading him towards an expensive looking car.

He can’t do anything to persuade his omega to let him have control nor can he force himself at the forefront of his mind to put a stop to this.

For goodness sake he could be getting abducted and his omega was just willingly getting in the car of two older alphas just because they were attractive. For fucks sake whats wrong with him?

By the time he was finished having a small breakdown that almost leaked past his scent patches, he was at their home.

A place he only could dream of having, a place he quite honestly built on his pintrest board that he knew he could never afford.

The place was semi-large and cozy, there was a draft in the air sure but turning on the fire place they had in the main room would do it good.

He honestly loved every moment of seeing the home if he were honest. It was beautiful, warm in a way he felt could be his everyday and it was filled with the most delicious scents that would leave his brain fuzzy every single second he was here.

The moment the two carried him into a large bedroom his own rational mind completely slipped into a sea of alpha pheromones, comfort, sex, soft passions and his own fragrance as he thought nothing of removing his scent patches letting his aroma surround them.

They gave a welcoming chuff not a second later and he was brought into their nests den where he was allowed to add his own clothing.

He’d began letting his glands oil as he mixed his own scent into the fabric lightly. Mindful of his neck and wrists already becoming sensitive since he’s never done this before.

The two alphas noticed his shift in comfort immediately and took it upon themselves to rub their wrist glands along his mixing and claiming his scent to theres. It was a forward and momentary claim but it was a large claim nonetheless. Especially when the two laid him between them and scented their neck glands along his own.

He was so lost in the comfort and safety he’s never once been granted in his life he never thought of them meaning any harm or ill will towards him. He simply purred, actually purred, for the two of them while cooing and mewling with need as he let himself fall apart in their hold with tears in his eyes.

He didn’t give thought to being weak or being seen as less than.

His omega and his mind only felt the comfort and want the two felt for him and he allowed himself the chance to reach deep within himself and explore the need he felt the moment the three of them meet.

Of course, this didn’t last.

Eventually when morning came and the three woke realizing what they’d done there was questions, chaos and Rodimus trying to make a run for it only to not even be able to lift himself from the nest.

After a long time convincing him they didn’t mean any harm and that their own alphas took over, Rodimus listened to the two and semi believed them.

His guard was still high as ever now that he was no longer as fuzzy and under a spell.

He’s not sure how but the two managed to convince him to allow a courting to take place and while he was ready to yell out no and run with his tail between his legs.

He said yes.

Allowing the two to curl into him on both sides where he felt himself cracking under the pressure with tears in his eyes.

The first courting gift they ever gave him was a shoulder and arms to cry in and the last courting gift that was give was done by him. The last gift he gave them before they sealed themselves together with a bite, was a scented blanket for their little one to sleep in.

[cozzzynook]

What happened to the sparkling?

So to my last story with drift becoming Deadlock for a while and Rodimus getting hurt. This is what anon is talking about. Its a dratchrod story with megarod.

The trigger warning comes to play now as it does in that story.

Megatron and Hot rod - at the time before he became a prime - were conjunx and would sneak to meet.

Hot rod ended up sparked and had a slightly complicated carrying but Megatron took very good care of him and thats how his carrying made it to term even with the stress of war.

It was during his emergence that Hot rod said something felt wrong and the medics didn’t listen to him. They also threatened to kick them out when Megatron used his blaster to make them listen to his conjunx. Not wanting to endanger his sparkling or conjunx Megatron put his canon down and Hot rod clung to him afraid these mechs would kick them out.

When hot rod gave a final cry their sparkling came out silent and his spark was starting to flutter from the stress the medics didn’t try to lower.

Their sparkling emerged still and quiet and could’ve actually been saved if the medics actually put in the effort to revive them.

The sparkling was slightly still born but had a strong spark when still inside Hot rod. Its just the medics didn’t lower hot rods stress like they should’ve and they didn’t shift the sparkling in the correct position when they could’ve.

So their sparkling died because of medic bias and negligence and purposeful mistreatment.

They were told the sparkling was still born though and Megatron tried to give up his spark so the sparkling would live by transferring his own into their sparkling but couldn’t because his spark was too big for their sparklings chassis to handle and Hot rod’s spark was flickering from his born dysfunction and too weak to give to their sparkling.

So they watched as the color drained from their sparkling only to later learn it was the doctors fault.

Megatron came back to torture every doctor involved and destroyed that hospital and planet.

Hot rod was destroyed that day all over again and thats how he died.

Mechs thought it was at Megatrons hands but it wasn’t. His spark gave out from grief and Megatron was holding him about to join him until Hot rod came back because Primus felt his spark break at what Hot rod of Nyon suffered. So he made him Rodimus Prime where he could have a new start and any sparklings he would have in the future would be guaranteed life. It would not make up for the life lost but he would never experience it again.

Rodimus didn’t know this though.

He doesn’t want another sparkling though and neither does Megatron. Not unless its with Rodimus but even then he worries. Because he doesn’t want to go through that again.

They don’t ever really heal from it but they do get better.

[theoceanoasis]

Dratchrod

But its Rodimus hiding how fertile he is until his heat hits.

He’s left heavy with at least two sparklings by the time they’re done with him

He stumbled through the hall feeling warm and having no idea where he was going just knowing he had to go somewhere.

His systems were a mess and his valve felt so empty. His spoiler shook as he stumbled down the hall.

He felt cold hands grab him and he leaned into his touch. He could hear someone talking but it sounded far away.

He was then being carried which was nice and he cuddled closer nuzzling his nose against whatever smelled so good.

He was laid on a table and he whined because he liked being in his arms. He could hear another voice and when he looked back at the person who brought him in he was surprised to find Drift.

"You smell good."

He blurted out wanting him to know. Drift flushed looking surprised and embarrassed.

"Your heat cycle has started."

He looked over surprised to see Ratchet and he told him as much.

"This is the medbay?"

"Why am I in the medbay? I should be in my nest."

He shifted trying to get comfortable.

"My valve feels empty."

He whined grabbing at his belly because it felt tight. He removed the metal plate he used to hide his tank sighing in relief when it was off.

He then opened his chest plating letting his pouches out. He didn't notice the way Drift or Ratchet were staring at him.

All he knew was that he needed someone to breed him immediately. Luckily for him it wasn't hard to convince Drift and Ratchet that they should do it.

They took him back to their room after making him cover up. Which he wasn't happy about but didn't want other people to see. Not when it was for the future sires of his sparkling.

When they made it back to their room he made his nest and stretched out getting comfortable. He then pulled Drift and Ratchet inside kissing them both and feeling their hands all over him.

They spent the next few days fragging him until the heat was finally over and he was sparked with twins.

[theoceanoasis]

A dratchrod idea

Rodimus hiding a breeding kink and need for emerging a sparkling.

He’s gone his whole life saying he will never have a sparkling but as he’s gotten older its changed and he falls into mini heats at random because his coding is just begging for a sparkling.

He hides it and he’s thankful for that because he’s still scared to have a sparkling but he so desperately wants one still and he doesn’t know how drift or ratchet will react to his secret since they always say they’re too old for sparklings

He's always wanted a sparkling. Ever since he could remember but it was never the right time. So many things were happening and for a long time he didn't think it would ever be possible.

Although he loved Nyon he knew it was no place for a sparkling. It was hard enough surviving on his own and he couldn't put a sparkling through the childhood he'd grown up with.

He didn't want them to live in fear. Always worried about the functionalist trying to kill them because of who they were.

Then the war happened and he didn't know how many sparklings he'd seen die. So many people were lost during the war as their home was destroyed.

Every day was a struggle and he never knew if he'd survive. If anyone asked him if he wanted a sparkling during that time he'd say no. He couldn't even imagine it the very idea terrifying him.

He never thought the war would end or that he'd ever have a chance to have a sparkling. For a while he even managed to convince himself that he didn't want one. Because it was easier than the painful truth that he'd never have one.

Then the war ended and he became Captain of the Lost Light. For the first time in years he could finally think about having a sparkling.

The idea both thrilled him and terrified him because now that he was safe on the Lost Light he didn't have an excuse to hide behind. If he wanted to have a sparkling he could.

He found himself desperately wanting one but too afraid to mention anything, even when he started dating Drift and Ratchet.

His body decided that now was the perfect time to have sparklings. He constantly had to deal with his body putting him through mini heats. They left him begging for spike as he desperately wished to fill his gestation chamber.

He tried his best to hide when that happened pretending he was just more horny than usual. He'd always make sure they used protection during his mini heats not wanting to have an accident.

He'd tried asking once if Ratchet and Drift wanted a sparkling. He'd been so nervous as he tried pretending like he wasn't interested.

They both thought they were too old for sparklings and told him they were happy. It had hurt and he'd tried not to burst into tears.

He loved them so much but he always wanted sparklings. Knowing they weren't interested hurt and he knew he'd never get the chance to be a carrier.

He loved them too much and didn't want to leave them which is why he had to ignore his body's urges to get sparked.

He didn't know how it happened but after feeling sick for the last few days he'd taken a test. With shaking hands he'd stared at the positive test. Tears fell when he realized he was sparked. Both out of happiness and also terror.

He was finally getting his chance at having a sparkling and even now he knew he couldn't get rid of them. He already loved them so much it scared him.

He had no idea how Ratchet or Drift would react but he could already imagine it wouldn't be good. He'd spent the next few days in agony trying to figure out a way to tell them.

He didn't want to loose them but he knew they wouldn't want a sparkling. He'd spent the last few days snuggling against them enjoying their love while it lasted.

He tried to take in as much as he could. The entire time scared of the future ahead.

Drift and Ratchet noticed his strange behavior and finally having enough they sat him down. He'd been nervous his leg bouncing as they spoke.

Knowing he didn't have a choice he told them the truth. He'd waited anxiously as the words sunk in thinking he was about to be rejected when they both hugged him.

He looked at them in shock as they hugged him and cried about how happy they were.

"I thought you wouldn't want them?"

"Of course we would."

Drift reassured with his hands on his belly.

"But you said you were too old for sparklings?"

Ratchet gave him a sad look as he pulled them both into a hug.

"That's because we didn't think it was possible. It hurt too much trying to imagine something we could never have."

"Until now."

Drift kissed him crying and talking about how beautiful he was and how excited he was.

He cried against them both feeling overwhelmed with relief and happiness. His mates carried him to bed where they reassured him that they loved him and they couldn't wait for the sparkling to be born. The three of them cuddled together with Drift and Ratchet kissing Rodimus all over until they eventually fell asleep.