#implied driftrod

[wiihtigo]

once theyre both corporeal i can only imagine this is how their relationship would be

[carelessapples]

[eztilsolar]

Jennifer's Body but Hotlock.... blood below the cut

[pinklemondemon]

Uhh messy Driftrod.

Took some minor inspiration from Va-11 Hall-A layout

[iacon-city]

roses on fire

✷ driftrod; tw for suicidal thoughts, depression, dark feelings, slightly ooc characters.

Summary: “The matrix. Oh primus, it hurts so damn bad.”

There were nights where Drift just couldn't force himself into recharge.

There were cycles when his memories, Deadlock's memories, came to life inside his chamber and blocked out whatever slim shimmer of light made its way into his quarters, when the only solutions that remained were knocking down cube after cube of alcohol or simply wandering the halls into morning 'light'; clearly, he reasoned, the latter was far more healthy.

Yet never before had he experienced this.

The warrior was making his rounds along the outskirts of the ship, footsteps tracing patterns on the floors of the more neglected areas of the Lost Light when his optics caught sight of a form hidden away in the shadows that were cast along the cold metal walls. "Hello?" Drift's voice echoed as he slipped further down the hallway, and there wasn't a response as the figure shifted slightly. Now, Drift did not come to this area of the ship very often- no one did, in fact. This specific wing had been out of use for months, and the warrior couldn't fathom why anyone would be in this corridor at the present late time, let alone who. He narrowed his optics as his servos subconsciously settled on the hilts of his swords; "I-" he froze as he came to a halt in front of the mech, digits falling to his sides as he stared, surprised.

It was Rodimus.

"Rodimus? What the primus are you doing out here?" Drift shifted on his pedes as his captain merely dragged an arm across his face, a shaky vent escaping the prime that was pressed along the wall in solitary motion. "Roddy?" Drift's confusion quickly morphed into concern as he dropped to his knees beside the leader, a silver hand reaching towards orange.

The prime's face plate was stained with tear tracks.

"Drift," Rodimus' voice was surprisingly even, "what the hell are you doing up so late?" The swordsman faltered at the sudden question but responded nontheless. "I was just clearing my processor-" he hummed, spark hammering in dull panic, "but I think I'll stay for a bit, with you." The prime cracked a smile that didn't quite reach his optics, turning his gaze away from his crewmember; "Nah, there's no need. It's late, and you should get some recharge- it's gonna be a hectic day tomorrow." Drift grimaced at his captain's words, not moving from his kneeled position. "Rodimus." The warrior's voice was soft, "Are you-" he was interrupted with an abrupt "I'm fine." Spouting from Rodimus, and Drift scoffed in mock disbelief.

"Like primus you are."

There was a pause as silence filled the gap between communication; "I can't do this right now, Drift." Rodimus finally spoke with tired words, "Go back to sleep. We'll deal with this tomorrow, or, I dunno, never." The swordsman shifted to sit closer to his prime, his captain, his leader; he had never seen Rodimus like this, before, and the fact was scaring him. "I don't particularly find those odds comforting," he mused, "so I think it would be best to get it out of the way, now, when it's just the two of us and the cold air draft from down the hall." A small smile slipped across Rodimus' face at his friend's words, and he took a shuddering breath at the thought of maybe, perhaps, letting someone know, letting someone in.

"Just hurts, is all."

The captain gave Drift a weak laugh, "'M getting real tired of it." Drift tensed at his words, offering a gentle push to keep him talking. "What does, Rodimus?" The warmly colored mech beside him pressed a palm to his chassis, optics flickering closed as the prime's voice descended into a hoarse whisper.

"The matrix."

He dug his digits into the metal encasing his spark, "Oh primus, it hurts so damn bad." Rodimus' optics rose open, "It burns, all the time. It's growing and transferring and molding, molding me into the perfect little leader everyone needs me to be." Drift's optics were wild at the amount of pure pain that intertwined itself through Rodimus' words.

"Optimus talked about it once, y'know."

Drift's gaze was locked onto Rodimus as his grip tightened on the handles of his swords. "He told me, way back, that a prime wasn't allowed the luxury of having anything for himself; I didn't understand him, then, but it all makes sense now." The captain looked down at servos, optics staring at his hands as if they were foreign to his body; "A prime exists soley for the people, nothing more than a puppet controlled by the masses- everything he did, everything I do, is for the benefit of someone else. The greater good." Drift broke into Rodimus' train of conversation. "That doesn't mean that you have to throw away your personal ideas, Roddy. You can still have dreams, you can still-"

"No, no I can't."

Rodimus laughed, "I can't have a normal life, can't have friends, can't have lovers- in the end, the matrix won't even let me have myself." The prime's vents stuttered as his emotions overwhelmed him, "I don't know who I am, anymore. Hot Rod died the day the matrix touched my spark; when I am no longer prime, who will I be? What will be left besides a primus-saked husk and a disappointment?" There was a tinge of desperate panic in the underlying question, and Drift's own vents clicked on softly as he inhaled sharply; this version- no, this side of Rodimus was not one he ever foresaw existing.

It hurt him, seeing his close friend in such misunderstood agony.

"The matrix is a curse, a damn prop to support the ideals and tradition of a long dead society- all it does, in reality, is destroy to rewrite something 'better'. Make me into something- make me into something I never wanted to be." Rodimus' voice wavered,

"Sometimes I'd do anything to make it stop, even if it meant shooting out my own spark to make the burning cease."

His words made Drift's energon run cold, "I wouldn't wish the burden of being prime upon even the worst of my enemies." The warrior raising a servo cover his intake as a wave of pure panic washed over him. The prime noticed his action and let out a loose laugh accompanied by a tired grin. "Oh, come on, Drift; it wouldn't matter anyway, if I were dead. I'm already a ticking time bomb, so what would be the harm in offing myself sooner than later?" Drift recoiled at the utter nonchalance Rodimus spoke with. "You-" the swordsman's voice box gave out, "you want to kill yourself?" His captain waved a servo flippantly through the air as lubricant welled in the usually cocky mech's optics-

"It's not my first choice, but yeah. Yeah, it's on the playing field."

Rodimus' shoulders began to shake as the tears fell from his eyes, his little smile of melancholy dissolving into a quiet sob as he buried his helm in his knees, arms wrapping around his body as if he could just pull into himself and disappear.

"I just want it to stop, Drift. I just want peace and quiet, for once, instead of this static inside my helm."

Drift didn't hesitate to pull his friend into a close hug, burying his chin in the crook of Rodimus' neck as he held him close with shaking hands; "Don't ever take your own life, Rodimus." The warrior's voice wavered dangerously, "We need you. I need you." Drift held Rodimus tighter when he didn't respond, afraid that he'd disappear if he were to let go. "You should- you should talk to Ratchet tomorrow about the matrix and see if there's anything he can do for you. I'll even go with you, if you want. Just don't-" his optics fluttered closed as his vents clicked into high-gear,

"Just don't give up on me, okay?"

Rodimus let out a soft laugh as he once more dragged an arm across his face plate, erasing the tears that still danced down his cheeks. "Okay." He responded with a small smile, "Okay, I'll try." He leaned into Drift's frame as they stared into the dark, bodies held close as they kept each other from falling apart;

They stayed there until first morning light, a shimmer of silver and red.

[lurking-un-owen]

When you lost a bet with your bro 😔

[dangerouslyclassyhottub]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Windblade, Velocity (Transformers), Kaput (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Jazz (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Impactor (Transformers) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Implied Megastar - Freeform, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Humor Summary:

The war is over, the Quintessons have been beaten back and Cybertron has been made whole again. But peace between Autobots and Decepticons hinges on the union between the leaders of the two factions. Except recently there was a change in leadership as Optimus Prime died just before the defeat of the Quintessons. Now the new Prime is to be married to a mech he only just recently fought on the same side with against their common enemy. But nearly four million years on the opposing sides is a hard gap to overcome...

And while getting accustomed to the idea of being bonded to Megatron for the rest of his functioning, Rodimus finds a strange friend in Thunderclash. He must try to sort out his feelings for both of these two bots while also juggling responsibilities as Prime and dealing with an ominous guilt that weighs heavily on his spark...

Chapter 10: On the way home

Thunderclash 'looks out' for Rodimus...

[netbug009]

So I finished reading Lost Light and I’m cackling imagining what being a shipper was like while it was going. Spoilers.

Like I didn’t see how it went down at the time but I imagine being a shipper was an absolute TRIP.  I mean, telling readers Drift had a conjunx and implying who a few of the most likely candidates were two years before revealing who it actually was is absolute S-Rank trolling and was no doubt a legendary event you had to be there to fully appreciate, especially if you were shipping DriftRod. You poor things. Please tell me the legends of the two year conjunx mystery I need to know how this insanity went down it sounds HILARIOUS.

[ao3feed-megarod]

by PrismPunkie

The war is over, the Quintessons have been beaten back and Cybertron has been made whole again. But peace between Autobots and Decepticons hinges on the union between the leaders of the two factions. Except recently there was a change in leadership as Optimus Prime died just before the defeat of the Quintessons. Now the new Prime is to be married to a mech he only just recently fought on the same side with against their common enemy. But nearly four million years on the opposing sides is a hard gap to overcome...

And while getting accustomed to the idea of being bonded to Megatron for the rest of his functioning, Rodimus finds a strange friend in Thunderclash. He must try to sort out his feelings for both of these two bots while also juggling responsibilities as Prime and dealing with an ominous guilt that weighs heavily on his spark...

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Windblade, Velocity (Transformers), Kaput (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Jazz (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Impactor (Transformers)

Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Implied Megastar - Freeform, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

[ao3feed-dratchet]

by Autobratty

This year's fic for my amica endura

Words: 1202, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Drift | Deadlock/Rodimus, Drift | Deadlock/Ratchet

Additional Tags: Dratchet is only implied, The Driftrod can be read as romantic or platonic, hurt/comfort(?)

[timelessmulder]

a driftrod fic for @holoforms (hope it was what you were looking for) !!!

The crew had set down on some lush, green planet a few days prior. Something new, something different, just another in a long line of things to do and see and experience.

Rodimus was giddy with the possibilities, the energy burning along his circuitry as if it was looking to escape; filled him to the brim, and then some. He drove through a clear hillside, along one of the roads paved by the planet's native inhabitants, trying to keep his lead on Drift, who trailed by a breadth behind him.

"See, I told you I'd win," Rodimus called, swerving to cut Drift off from passing around him. 

In truth if Drift really wanted to beat him, he could have gone off road. But winning wasn't the point, and would never be the point. It was just a matter of company an doing things for the sheer joy of it. The rush of air around your alt as you drove over speeds that most would consider safe - or, in most cases, legal - was a feeling of elation, only improved by spending it with those who truly mattered to the spark.

After a short burst of speed, driving himself to the apex of a hill and the designated finish line, Rodimus launched himself out of his alt mode so he stood on his two feet. Drift slide to a halt after him, edge of his door coming dangerously close to touching Rodimus' legs, and he too transformed into his root mode.

"Look at that," Rodimus said, looking out over the hills and valleys towards a distant city that stood against a cloudless sky. "It's beautiful." With a smirk, he drove a playful elbow into Drift's chest, which got him a soft "oof" and shove in response. "I wonder what kind of nightmare lurks just beneath the surface."

He spoke with a laugh, eyes falling on Drift, who looked pensive. It was a miraculous thing, Rodimus thought, that the two of them would get to stand together like this, free from responsibilities of a home that was no longer theirs. The longer time drove on, it became harder for him to imagine himself without Drift at his side, as his second. As his friend. As someone he cared about with every ounce of his spark.

"Implying we have to fix whatever's going on here?" Drift replied with a smirk, hand resting against the hilt of his sword. 

Rodimus gave him his best "duh" look, because what else was their quest if not helping people who needed it, then beamed at him.

"Come on, let's go into the city."

He took off again, a silent invitation for another race, which the rev of an engine and tires against pavement told him Drift had accepted. And everything was the way it should be: perfect in ways he never could have imagined.

[dustbunny105]

Aaand Lost Light #1 time, here we go. Redeem yourself in my eyes, robots.

I feel like this is missing a record needle scratch.

Wait, is that a girl? Who doesn’t have robot lipstick? Well! I’m pleased to meet you indeed, Anode!

Ahh, her backpack is a person! I love that! Now I kinda wish Rung’s backpack was a person, if only so he wouldn’t be so lonely.

Is Lug also a girl? I want Lug to be a girl so she’s a girl until otherwise proven.

Hold on, home? Cybertron is home? To a couple of girlbots? Are we finally getting solid confirmation that Cybertron used to have more than one set of pronouns and something happened? ARE WE GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT THAT SOMETHING WAS? I’m excited :D

Do you think they’re a couple?

If that’s a special snowflake, I promise you I will scream.

Okay, I’m really enjoying Anode and Lug. The bantz don’t necessarily stand out much where JRo characters are concerned, but just the two of them together are distinct and fun. Gotta love a pessimist/optimist duo.

Censeeere, I thought I was over the hurt but here it is again ;;

I’m digging the layout on this recuse too.

Five hundred years and change? After Anode and Lug were slumming around on the missing moon? Huh... Has it not been missing as long as I thought I remembered or is something else up?

This is cute. I love when people geek out over the Necrobot ♥

As soon as Lug got as far as, “Well, less a voice--” I knew that it was going to be Magnus and I even suspected the sentence to end somewhere in the neighborhood of, “-- more a kind of sustained drone.”

Huh, I wonder why they woke up after everyone else.

I also wonder why Magnus started the presentation when some folks were still asleep. And why no one was monitoring said folks.

Yeah, she’s gonna be fun. And so is Lug, look at her. Bot with the blue and red helm looks to be trying not to laugh, heh.

She is gonna be a lot of fun. Sorry, Lug.

Beast modes, wtf? Is he telling a joke?

Of course he has, the precious dork ;w;

As an aside note, I really am digging the new guy’s art, but. It’s not Milne. And the circumstances behind it not being Milne ruin it just a little for me, tbh.

Yikes, what’s Velocity’s problem? Something to do with Roller, did she see something, is she hauling Nautica off for private time...

Like. I get what you’re saying, dude, but those hundred dead cons literally tried to kill them. And who do you see laughing and joking exactly? Guess it could be someone off-panel, but it’s not telegraphed very well.

Aaand then your plan is pick a fight with the most powerful person in the room as a statement, uh... I feeel like that could go terribly wrong. Also, novel idea: Everyone please just leave Tailgate alone.

Speaking of Tailgate-- gettin’ kinda handsy there, aren’t you, dude? 

Not that Roller seems to mind...

Ergh... I was gonna just sit and quietly bear the canon Cygate, but. I just gotta say canon Cygate with Cyclonus mother-henning Tailgate is kinda giving me the creeps. I mean, not to say that romantic partners can’t get all “you need to sleep, you’re overexerting yourself, you are outside the bounds of good taste, you’re new to this and I understand that but here’s some advice--” but the way it’s written here is just a little too parental for me. Cyclonus reads as just a little too condescending somehow, even if he is right that Tailgate is out of line and it��s probably to compensate for this being the first major action he’s seen. I wonder if this is intentional? Nice reminder that love doesn’t translate directly to respect, I guess.

Okay, I know he’s trying to provoke a fight, but come on.

Swerve, for crying out loud...

The fact that these are all legitimate things to worry about... If it weren’t for that function question upfront, I could let this one slide by as a harmless coping mechanism, honestly.

DUN DUN DUNNN~! I wonder what her issue with Velocity is. I also wonder if she’s behind Velocity running off earlier-- maybe Velocity saw her first? Are they exes or something?

@ whoever did that one fanart, pass me some lottery numbers o_o

The DriftRod bantz in this scene is legit giving me life, though ♥

Uh oh. An earthquake on a hollow planet... WAIT, WAS THAT THE BOMB?

RUNG. NIGHTBEAT. SO HELP ME, IF MY BABIES AREN’T OKAY...

... Oh, honey. Just what has he told you that you can still think that?

Terminus, babe, you’re gonna be a lot less charmed by Megatron taking charge once you’ve had your history lesson.

Don’t pat Ravage’s pedestal after throwing his corpse across the room, you bucket-headed so-and-so. It’s your fault he’s dead anyway.

Hey, come on, no, none of that. I want details!

I took Rodimus kneeling by the transporter den as Nautica for a moment. I worry that this may be an issue going forward...

Also, it was a moment before I realized he didn’t mean den as in, like, family room and was very confused.

Wait, Brainstorm brought Rung and Nightbeat back? They didn’t come up anywhere near him and the teleporter! I think that thing could use a little more service, frankly...

Firstly, I suspect he’s going to be very disappointed when he finds out that the bomb had nothing to do with the discovery. Second, his memory of his reaction to the bomb versus his actual reaction in #55 is making me laugh. And if that’s actually a reaction he had time to shift into before the thing blew up in his face, then I’m gonna laugh even harder. What a dork.

Oh, no. No, no, no, not this, I’m not ready--

ASDFGHJKL; I WASN’T. READY.

*UGLY SOBBING*

Now give me all the Rung self-blame grief, please and thank you ewe;

Uh oh, something’s not good... Unless Rung just coughed up a deus ex machina re: Skids’s death, that’s very good as far as I’m concerned... My personal weird theory right now is that he magically ingested the bomb somehow, though. Idk, the light put it in my head.

Man, they are really inconsistent about whether the bots plug themselves into the bed, aren’t they? Am I imagining that? If I’m not, maybe it’s some kind of a fuel efficiency thing...

Dang, Cyc, I hope the other guy looks worse o_o

Tailgate, precious thing, no...

Well, so much for the exes theory. I’m amused that it was Lug’s first thought, too, though. Especially with the “they’ll imprison us” thing. Have they had bad luck with Anode’s exes before or?

Adfgh, what are you implying, Anode?? (J/k, I know exactly what she’s implying and I’m right there with her. Why did it take two?)

Holy rudeness, Anode, do you mind? ... I wondered right after I kinda just, uh, stared at her weird tentacle instrument finger.

On another note, though, Drift-- religious artifact or not, that thing is literally called a Great Sword. Because, y’know. It’s a sword.

What the-- Anode has magic prophecy boobies! And what a very sinister-looking vision that was...

Okay, y’know, I don’t usually care about Dratchet, but if canon gives us dramatic, overwrought Ratchet/Drift/Rodmius? With Ratchet’s condescending skepticism sending Drift running into Rodimus’s arms? I could be very, very low to the ground for that. Heck, give me the platonic version and I’m happy.

MINIMUS IS CONCERNED AND DEFENSIVE OVER DRIFT, I’M HAPPY.

Okay, ouch.

Also, y’know, I spent a moment being quite interested in the fact that Cyclonus is high enough on the ladder to be left in charge. Then I remembered who all is along and also realized that the entire freaking command team is pissing off on this mission and taking a pinch of the usual suspects along with them. Just how many Autobots does it take to rent a ship??

Update: Brainstorm is still adorable.

... Listen. Just-- listen, okay? I know that it’s just the way his body is shaped and the small space he’s crawling into but that pose that Chromedome has going on is. Something, alright. And don’t even try to tell me Rewind isn’t side-eyeing Megatron because he noticed him checking out the goods, okay, because I won’t believe you.

On another note, how the heck are they all fitting in there at once?

Anyway, let’s see how wrongly this goes, shall we?

I presume “very, very wrongly” based on the hammering home of the whole “that was our one shot, no going back” point.

I demand more tipsy Rewind in this comic.

Do you think Megatron really wanted to surprise Starscream or did he just not want to talk to Starscream? Either way, I feel like no one expecting them is a bad sign (as if we needed one).

Come to think of it, didn’t Cybertron just get invaded by titans? What’s the inter-book continuity these days?

Yeah, no, something bad has happened. Tf are you smiling at, Terminus?

Is this the flipping Functionist Universe, omg... Honestly, even not knowing that, man, Terminus, you’ve got some questionable design taste.

Watch for this one in real life America, tbh.

Aaand, yeah, they are totally screwed. Hey, if this is the modern Functionist timeline, I wonder what happened back in the day as previously seen? Or, wait, am I misremembering that as being back in the day...? Eh, I’ll look it up.

Okay, must admit, this issue has me pretty psyched. On to the next!

[ao3feed-rodiclash]

by PrismPunkie

The war is over, the Quintessons have been beaten back and Cybertron has been made whole again. But peace between Autobots and Decepticons hinges on the union between the leaders of the two factions. Except recently there was a change in leadership as Optimus Prime died just before the defeat of the Quintessons. Now the new Prime is to be married to a mech he only just recently fought on the same side with against their common enemy. But nearly four million years on the opposing sides is a hard gap to overcome...

And while getting accustomed to the idea of being bonded to Megatron for the rest of his functioning, Rodimus finds a strange friend in Thunderclash. He must try to sort out his feelings for both of these two bots while also juggling responsibilities as Prime and dealing with an ominous guilt that weighs heavily on his spark...

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Windblade, Velocity (Transformers), Kaput (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Jazz (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Impactor (Transformers)

Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Implied Megastar - Freeform, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

[shockrave]

@raccoonsaregay822 you *coughs but it's obviously fake and not smooth at all*

[dangerouslyclassyhottub]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash, background Dratchet Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Windblade, Velocity (Transformers), Kaput (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Jazz (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Impactor (Transformers), Getaway (Transformers), Pipes (Transformers), Riptide - Character, Tyrest (Transformers) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Implied Megastar - Freeform, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, A surprise at the end

Chapter 14: Pop

The day is over and it's time for a some reflection.

A/N: I also want to note that I’m going to go through and change some tags, the bolded ones are obviously ones that won’t change. I’ll note this in the next update.

[dangerouslyclassyhottub]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Rodimus/Thunderclash, Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime/Thunderclash Characters: Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Thunderclash (Transformers), Drift | Deadlock, Ratchet (Transformers), Prowl (Transformers), Arcee (Transformers), Springer (Transformers), Perceptor (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Swerve (Transformers), Chromia (Transformers), Windblade, Velocity (Transformers), Kaput (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Wheeljack (Transformers), Bulkhead (Transformers), Ultra Magnus, Minimus Ambus, Jazz (Transformers), Bumblebee (Transformers), Kup (Transformers), Impactor (Transformers) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, Developing Relationship, Implied Megastar - Freeform, Past Driftrod, past springerrod, past megop, Cheating, Polyamory Negotiations, polyamory is the goal but there is a line that gets crossed, Mutual Pining, autobot/decepticon politics, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Transformers Spark Bonds, Conjunx Endura, Amica Endurae, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Background Relationships, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Humor

Summary: Rodimus goes to Drift for advice.