#past soundrod

[cozzzynook]

Bro who tf invited Soundwave to the 'meet the family' dinner? And how is he still standing? Lmao, imagine meeting your boyfriend's family and seeing their ex just sitting at the table. 😂

Soundwave is always going to be apart of Rodimus family simply from history alone but also because they were conjunx at one point.

Would still be conjunx if not for a tragic event that wasn’t the war.

Rodimus doesn’t talk about it and Percy just says he invited Soundwave because it’s believable and he knows his bitty doesn’t want to talk about it but also to get under their plating

[theoceanoasis]

Merformers Soundrod! Them looking over their lively litter of pups and being happily together after all they've been through.

One pup loves to cling to Roddy like a koala and Soundwave and Ratchet have to work together to coax the baby to let go when Roddy has to have his checkup because the birth was hard on Hot Rod and he's still recovering from it.

He cuddled against Soundwave looking at his pups in delight. It was everything he'd ever wanted and he loved all of them so much.

Soundwave was amazing and he loved getting to know him. It was crazy thinking his mate was practically a stranger.

While their pups slept they talked about their past comforting each other and promising to protect their family from anyone who would want to hurt them.

Ratchet was always checking in with them despite Soundwave's displeasure. He'd oftentimes growl at the man threatening to drown him if he came closer.

Ratchet had always wisely backed off until now. He wanted to check him over because the birth was hard and he was still recovering.

He wasn't fond of the idea but knew Soundwave would be there to protect him. Ratchet had also promised that he wouldn't go near his pups. He didn't want the land dwellers to hurt them.

Ratchet carefully entered the tank giving Soundwave a weary look when he had no problem voicing his displeasure.

Their pups were huddled behind them being blocked from view by both their parents. Except for one who was stubbornly clinging to his carrier.

He was the youngest and smallest in the group. Who'd immediately latched onto his carrier and was always cuddled against him. It was rare to see the two separated and it was never for long.

He watched as Soundwave tried to persuade the stubborn pup to join their siblings. The pup cuddled closer to their carrier looking upset at being disturbed from his nap.

Hot Rod was also trying to remove his pup looking guilty but knowing it was necessary. He wouldn't let his pups near him and when Ratchet tried to get closer they both growled making it clear the exam wasn't happening until the pup was off Hot Rod.

Ratchet watched the stubborn pup who was eventually removed from their carrier. They cried out in unhappiness and he could see the way it was affecting Hot Rod who wanted to cuddle his pup and comfort them.

Once they were cuddled with their siblings they relaxed and fell asleep with them. Noticing his mates distress Soundwave blamed him and was extra snappish during the exam.

He had to be extremely careful so he didn't upset either mer. Soundwave's optics never left until after he was out of the tank.

The two mers immediately going to their pups where they cuddled together and comforted them.

[bean-pole-art]

the present is ours

fandom: Transformers relationship: SoundRod word count: 3030 rating: G warnings: discussions of survivor's guilt summary: Sometimes Hot Rod can't believe how lucky he is. Or rather, he simply doesn't want to believe.

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dedicated to lovely ppl who participated in my poll <3

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Time and time again, a thought barraged right at Hot Rod’s processors – how could it all be real?

Memories spiraling before his optics, ones that showed him exactly how the past had been. Hot Rod remembered the time before the war. Visions of the distant past were always filled with bright shades and skies which shined in the hues of the brightest blue imaginable. He remembered racing through the streets of Nyon and greeting everyone on his way. It wouldn’t be an overstatement if Hot Rod said he could still recall everyone’s names. Good old Nyon, the city of progress, where in his youth he provided everything the spark desired to the citizens, as the local delivery mech.

Fair share of visions also included close by Iacon City. That was where he had met his dear friends Arcee and Bumblebee, where he watched The Cube tournaments and shared countless laughs. Nyon was the city rising before his optics. Iacon City, however, already achieved its greatness. The sight of the urban streets, the feeling of getting patched up by the medical team after another not too friendly exchange, the sound of the wonderous first speeches by Optimus Prime, the scent of nearby cyber-trees and the taste of Maccadam’s sweetest energon poured for him.

All while beneath his pedes the Cybertron as he knew it, was crumbling down.

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[spiderscribe]

soundrod, roleswap, enemies to lovers, political alliance, happy ending

When the Quintessons invade Cybertron, famed killer Decepticon Hot Rod and compassionate Autobot Soundwave form a shaky, temporary truce so they can free everyone from the Loop. It’s up to them and their ragtag band of clowns enemies to get past the multiple murder attempts on each other and save the planet.

[lovelytayforce]

Soundrod scene

"Of Dreams and Mirrors" One day I'll finish it; Cyberverse @theoceanoasis Soundwave slumped a bit in his seat with the Autobot at his side, his servo swaying over the armrest. He could feel the contents of the cube move around. All of a sudden, his vision was filled with red and yellow. “Lemme take that from you before you spill it all over my floor.” She make me want to... Ah yes. More reminders of the fact he went over the border into Autobot territory against his leader’s wishes… The weight of the cube in his servos was gone. Just like his life… Go down lower, she make me wanna take it slower “You ruined me.” He spoke up suddenly as he leaned further into the couch, moreso listening than watching Rodimus move about his small area of a home. “Keep telling yourself that pal.” His audials picked up the signs of the sports car placing his cube down, now shuffling through his own inventory. “Come on. What’s wrong with you now? I thought you got over our whole different sides thing?” The slight slam of a cabinet seemed louder than it should have been to him. It's the thing that she do that got me on my knees yeah babe A charming laugh filled the room alongside the music that played on the radio. “Besides you know better than anyone, that no one is actually following the border rules.” “It’s not that.” The blue mech wanted to play music from his own speakers and get lost in the rhythm away from the realities of the world he lived in. Blue digits spread outward, touching nothing. There was a shift upon the couch, his helm lifted upwards to see Rodimus sitting on the armrest, looking down at him. “Then what is it? Sorry, but I can’t mindread like you can.” A gray servo met blue in the emptiness of the air. I’m here to give her and serve what she likes yeah “My leader is up to something,” Soundwave spoke simply, there was nothing else to say about it. He could tell, he’d known the mech long enough to see when he was desperate. And he was so very obvious in his desperation. He could feel the fans and warmth of Rodimus’ frame near his frame and he wanted to. She make it so good, I don’t want to leave yeah This wasn’t enough. He watched that beaming red helm tilt, azure optics squinting and looking down at him with a smirk he was becoming accustomed to. “Isn’t Megatron always up to something? That’s kind of his thing.” Their servos swayed with one another, and he focused on that. “That’s not the point..” His visor dulled a bit at the thought. “He’s up to something...without me…” Without telling me, informing me. It was all so different from what he was used to. “And that bothers you?” From what he knew. And yet, what did he know now? He knew Rodimus’ company was welcomed. Desired even. I may finish late but I’m on time “Yes.” He replied a bit more reluctantly than he had wanted but it seemed as if his spark wanted to give more and more to the Autobot that had led them through one of their darkest moments. He felt that shrug not only physically but through the other mech's nonchalant field. “Then why not talk to him or ask one of his friends what’s up?” Rodimus was pulling their intertwined servos from the emptiness and onto the armrest. Onto something physical as he leaned ever so closer to his lap. I know I’m breaking a sweat but I’m not losing “Does he even have friends?” His left servo finally reached out to that waist, past warm flames that held a spark he would very much refer to as Primely. Optimus Prime, be damned. He physically shook his helm as his optics met Rodimus’ “No. I’m not doing that.” That knowing smile just would not leave. “Why?” “Because. I don’t do that.” He was rewarded with a full-blown laugh from the Autobot. No, his partner. “Note to self, Decepticons are antisocial at spark.” And he kept his hold on the bright sports car pulling him closer and leaning his helm into the crook of his neck cables for what was to come next. He let the bass boost through his own speakers, ratting the plating between their frames. “Silence.” Because tonight you’ll be all mine

[mimikartistry]

WIP Titles Meme

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by: @black--blizzard

Buckle the fuck up bc I've got WIPs comin out of every orifice and most of these (if not all) will never be finished and posted lol

Diary of a One-Time Prime (Rodimus-centric)

Too Little, Too Late (Megarod)

Sick of Losing Soulmates (Snippets of Chromedome's past w/ his ex-husbands)

Kaleidoscope (Megarod)

Senator Shockwave's School For Gifted Mecha (Inspired by Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children)

For Now, And For Always (SoundRod)

Afterword (TideAid)

All's Fair In Love and Time Travel (Simpatico)

Throwing Stones (Megarod)

Take It Out On Me (Skids/Quark)

Wildfire (Thunderrod)

Unique In All The Universe (Wrift)

Merformers Driftrod

Hanahaki Wrift

Bad At Love (Drift-centric)

There are also more that I've posted like, one or a few chapters of but have been abandoned lol. And also a bunch of things I have ideas for, but not fleshed out at all lol

get tagged: @heliopauseentertainments @dangerouslyclassyhottub @altraviolet :)

[transfemstarscream]

Cyberverse constantly shelved super well-written girl characters and all I ever see is people angry about Drift and talking about how SoundRod is basically canon and invented gay rights.

cyberverse had gave us more female characters ever seen in a transformers show, each with different and varied designs along with their own motivations and personalities; the show was probably the first ever show to establish not one but TWO female deceptions, slipstream and shadow striker, who has since then appeared in newer transformers media. this is deserved, as cyberverse was very good in making well-written female characters, but unfortunately constantly shelved and forgot about them despite them being objectively more interesting than their male counterparts.

shadow striker, unlike slipstream, was not killed off; instead, the show inevitably became her own, as she not only proved herself to be a great leader, but also grew over her own hardships while never truly changing majorly personality wise. she was able to grow from a past of pain and revenge-seeking from a still aloof but otherwise well-meaning person.

but instead of her the only things the fandom wants to talk about instead is her less interesting, duller male friend and the 54th m/m ship of the week as they complain that the show didn't follow their favorite IDW continuity.

[nonbinarybrainstorm]

Is the ask box still open? May I ask for Hot Rod/Soundwave content?? Please and Thankyou ❤️❤️

I got your other message not to worry

Some spicy Cyberverse Soundrod coming right up

Additional content: public sex, possessive themes, mild masochism, wall sex

Of course he just had to get a darker paint job. It’s because he’s been through a lot, because he needed a change, Soundwave knows this but can’t help the ideas and connections his processor makes with the black paint and scorching flames glaring in his vision. It’s loud and still undeniably vibrant much like Hot Rod himself but now there’s new context and a deeper meaning. There’s a need, a claim for power that’s so Decepticon but Soundwave knows that he can’t mention that, it’s not what Hot Rod had intended. Even so, it makes Soundwave feel that Hot Rod had somehow become more… obtainable. It’s a ridiculous notion for sure even with the tentative truce that’s formed that he could spend some more time with the Autobot, that he could ask Hot Rod out for fuel, that he could run his hands over his dark plates, that he could push Hot Rod up against a wall… Soundwave shakes his helm and regains focus on the mechs in front of him. Hot Rod had been talking to Bumblebee about something from their past, a race or that’s what they had been talking about when Soundwave had spaced out, ogling Hot Rod’s paint job. Bumblebee leaves, called to another task by comm with only Hot Rod and Soundwave standing in the corridor.

Soundwave tries to think of something to say but Hot Rod beats him to it, “Heh, sorry about that. Didn’t mean to bore you…”

He rubs the back of his helm a little bashfully as though he was actually embarrassed, he probably was. Soundwave knows that his rather… placid body language comes off as unimpressed at best and intimidating at worst but that’s not at all how he wants Hot Rod to feel. A faint buzzing, foreign and insistent, hums in Soundwave’s lines.

“Admittedly racing isn’t one of my own interests.” Soundwave rolls his shoulders and tosses his helm back in an attempt to be casual but it comes off more smug than anything, “However, you seemed to enjoy it. I’m sure it’s different for those with racing frames.”

“Yeah…” Hot Rod looks off to the side, his smile going crooked with amusement then he returns his optics to Soundwave, “So, where were you?” When Soundwave narrows the light of his visor at him, he taps Soundwave’s helm, “I mean what were you thinking about?”

Soundwave catches Hot Rod servo in a gentle but firm grip and moves it from his helm but doesn’t let go.

“Your paint job,” Soundwave admits, not seeing any harm in divulging that much.

This has an unexpected effect on Hot Rod, he tenses and his servo flexes in Soundwave’s and his smile disappears making Soundwave’s spark shift uncomfortably in his chest.

“Is it that bad?” Hot Rod mutters off to the side, “I know it was kind of a dramatic change but I thought it looked cool…”

In a surge of trepidation, Soundwave grabs Hot Rod by the shoulders and steps forward to get closer only to set Hot Rod off balance so he stumbles back into the wall. Hot Rod makes a sound of surprise and grabs Soundwave’s arms to stabilize himself, looking at Soundwave when he’s against the wall. He stalls, staring at that red visor and knowing now, with experience, that Soundwave only has two settings: perfectly calm or completely dramatic that Soundwave doesn’t mean to hurt him. The intensity is still surprising. It’s just a paint job after all, there’s no need to worry too much about it. He could just change it if it looks bad. However, with the way Soundwave’s servos sliding over his armor, passing over his shoulders to settle on his arms, Hot Rod doesn’t think that’s the issue.

“Quite the opposite,” Soundwave assures him in a low tone Hot Rod’s never heard from him before.

Hot Rod swallows to hold back that cheeky smile threatening to break on his face. There was no mistaking the way Soundwave is looking at him now or the way his servos flex now that they’re actually on Hot Rod making a bubble of excitement burst in Hot Rod’s spark. Now that he knows what’s up, there’s no way he was going to let Soundwave off the hook so, he might as well play it up. Hot Rod turns his helm to the side, feigning dejection in a way that exposed his neck cables to Soundwave.

“Come on, it’s okay.” Hot Rod shrugs and smiles coyly, “I know the flames aren’t to everybody’s taste…”

Soundwave leans in closer, taking the bait only to stop short and clear his intake much to Hot Rod’s disappointment.

“I think they suit you,” Soundwave mumbles low, his course voice lowering to a soft growl.

“Glad you think so.” Hot Rod doesn’t hide his cheeky grin this time and pulls Soundwave closer.

Soundwave feels the brush of Hot Rod’s faceplate’s against his and runs his hands unconsciously over Hot Rod’s chest along the flame decals and sucks in air through his vents that’s shockingly cool in comparison to the warm frame under his fingers. Then, he presses his faceplate against Hot Rod’s neck with a static kiss as he trails his hands to Hot Rod’s hips. Hot Rod pulls Soundwave fully against him, pressing them together so he can feel the rapidly increasing pulse of Soundwave’s spark in his own chest. With another sharp invent, Soundwave feels Hot Rod’s cables between his seams and runs a finger over a hot fuel line getting Hot Rod to gasp. It’s such a lovely sound that Soundwave searches for every spot on Hot Rod’s frame that gets him to gasp and moan softly, tugging on seams and pressing his face against the fuel line at Hot Rod’s neck to send energy coursing through his lines. Hot Rod chuckles but it’s quickly cut off with another moan as Soundwave digs into his hips.

“You know if you like my paint job so much…” Hot Rod trails of as Soundwave peppers more static kisses over the plating around his collar then regains his voice, “How about we get some transferred onto you?”

Soundwave stills and pulls back to look at Hot Rod who’s now completely flushed, running hot and panting softly with his hands still rubbing along Hot Rod’s hips, his thumbs catching the edges of Hot Rod’s array. Hot Rod shrugs, his smile faltering as he loses some confidence but that’s quickly remedied by Soundwave hooking his hands under Hot Rod’s thighs and lifting him. With his hips between Hot Rod’s thighs, Soundwave grinds against him, his codpiece catching against Hot Rod’s, the heat between them increasing as charge transfers between them.

Soundwave presses his face against Hot Rod’s audial and growls, “Open for me.”

Hot Rod wraps his legs around Soundwave’s hips and obeys, his spike pressurizing between them and valve cover sliding free. Soundwave grinds against Hot Rod’s spike, the hot, flexible cabling rubbing easily against his pelvic plating, already slick with pre-fluid. Letting himself pressurize, Soundwave grunts as his spike brushes against Hot Rod’s and moans into Hot Rod’s audial as Hot Rod takes both of their spikes in one hand. Soundwave hisses as the ridges of their spikes catch with every thrust as Hot Rod squeezes down harder and harder, his vents going ragged as his cooling fans turn up to full. Gently, he moves Hot Rod’s hand away and shifts their position so his spike is pressed up against Hot Rod’s valve. Hot Rod tugs at Soundwave’s helm and moves him so that their helms are pressed together as Soundwave slides his spike between Hot Rod’s folds. Scratching the paint of Soundwave’s shoulders, Hot Rod drags his fingers down Soundwave’s back as the ridges of his spike catch Hot Rod’s node and tease his entrance. Thick lubricant covers Soundwave’s spike and starts to run down Hot Rod’s thighs.

“I want you inside me already,” Hot Rod pleads, his hips following every pass of Soundwave’s spike, “Take me, claim me.”

Soundwave grunts and grips Hot Rod’s hips in a harsh grip that makes Hot Rod yelp and cling to Soundwave.

“Careful, Hot Rod,” Soundwave growls a low warning in Hot Rod’s audial, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the chance.”

Hot Rod moans and nods, pressing kisses against Soundwave’s helm and says, “Well, maybe sometimes we Autobots like to be possessed.”

Delight floods Soundwave’s spark and he pushes into Hot Rod who pulls in Soundwave as much as he can with his legs, a delightful burn forming in his valve as Soundwave’s spike stretches him open.

“All the way,” Hot Rod moans, “I want you all the way now.”

“I don’t want to hurt-”

Hot Rod cuts him off, “I want it.”

Soundwave hesitates for a moment before hilting himself into Hot Rod fully, groaning at the feeling of Hot Rod’s hot valve around his spike. Hot Rod gasps and moans at the burn his valve that fades away as Shockwave rocks into him, grinding the head of his spike against the entrance to Hot Rod’s gestation tank. When Hot Rod nods, Soundwave thrusts slow and hard into him, his hips rubbing harshly against Hot Rod’s thighs. The thought of having dark, black marks on his blue plating to show everyone what he’d done forms in his mind and drives him to thrust harder into Hot Rod, his valve making obscene noises with every thrusts as their plates scrape roughly against each other. The sharp pain from the scrapes make Hot Rod gasp and he can feel his valve tighten around Soundwave’s spike, every sharp peak of pain mixing with the pleasure and driving Hot Rod closer to the edge. Soundwave had Hot Rod in his hands, his valve around his spike as he made the sweetest sounds pushing Soundwave closer to the edge.

“Hey S- whoa!” a voice stops Soundwave cold and he looks to see Acidstorm in the hall they’re in, frozen in shock.

“Leave,” Soundwave orders, his voice dark with rage and Acidstorm goes racing down the hall.

Hot Rod can feel his spark jump in his chest with fear and embarrassment at the sight of Acidstorm’s retreating form the memory that they’re still in the hallway hitting him like a block of ice. Seeming to not care they were seen, Soundwave starts thrusting into him again hard and Hot Rod nearly forgets everything.

“We should-” Hot Rod gasps and moans as Soundwave presses another static kiss to his neck, “We should go somewhere more private.”

“Any Decepticon that sees us will know better than to interfere,” Soundwave doesn’t slow down as he pants in Hot Rod’s audial, “Any Autobot that sees us will have to deal with me.”

Hot Rod thinks of one of his friends seeing him like this with Soundwave’s spike in him while he’s pinned against a wall and instead of shame he feels his charge build. He shakes it from his processor and focuses on the mech in front of him, looking down to see black streaks on Soundwave’s thighs. Leaning in, he bites Soundwave’s neck, groaning deep in his chest and gasps as hot transfluid floods his valve, spilling into his tank. Soundwave doesn’t slow down, transfluid and lubricant streaming from Hot Rod’s valve until Hot Rod cries out, his hips spasming on Soundwave’s spike as his valve flutters around it, trying to get every bit of transfluid as it can. Hot Rod falls limp in Soundwave’s arms, gasping and panting, and makes a soft noise when he feels himself be removed from the wall and carried down the corridor. In his temporary room, Soundwave sets Hot Rod down on the berth and finally pulls out of him then fetches a cloth to wipe them both down before crawling into the berth alongside Hot Rod.

He pulls Hot Rod into his arms and holds him tightly to his chest, venting in slowly, delighting in how perfectly Hot Rod fits in his arms and places a static kiss against Hot Rod’s helm. A few moments pass and Hot Rod feels recovered enough to stand so he begins to get up only to be pulled back down by Soundwave.

“I told you,” Soundwave whispers, “We Decepticons can be rather possessive when given the opportunity. I don’t just want a quick frag, Hot Rod. I will make you my mate and one of the most revered mechs in the optics of the Decepticons.”

Hot Rod’s optics go wide and he hides his face in Soundwave’s chest, “Isn’t that a bit fast?”

Soundwave hums and rubs Hot Rod’s back to soothe him, “If you don’t want this, you’re welcome to refuse…”

Hot Rod knows Soundwave enough now to detect the inconsistencies in his voice to know at least his general mood and right now he’s upset but Hot Rod knows he means it. He means it but doesn’t want it. Hot Rod snuggles in close to Soundwave and shakes his helm.

“I could try it out…” Hot Rod shrugs, “See how things go.”

Soundwave’s engine turns over so fast it startles Hot Rod but the heavy rumbles of Soundwave’s engine quickly calm him and he smiles to himself as Soundwave clings to him. His smile falters only a little as he rubs his plating over his gestation tank well aware of what might happen now.

[amaltheeia]

bingeing the whole third season of cyberverse in one day may have been lacklustre in terms of exam prep but it did wedge the idea into my brain for (dark-ish) soundrod!

warnings for coercion, mentioned death, an unhealthy relationship

just. soundwave becoming so frustrated with leadership post-quintesson apocalypse that he plots to remove both leaders and build something else from the ground up. surely they would be much more triumphant if megatron cared less about his ego. ending the war is also a nice bonus. 

optimus is also a problem. he’s got ideas for cybertron that don’t sit well with soundwave. optimus can’t guarantee the safety of his decepticons. they’re just not compatible. besides, they can’t issue in a new era if an artifact--a symbol--of the past is walking around. 

the autobots won’t accept him or his ideas for peace, so he needs someone on their end to be the receiver. someone who can advocate for him and his intentions. who better than hot rod, who he begrudgingly harbours some affection for?

after the deed is done (a clever maneuver orchestrated by soundwave but not committed by his own hands, to make the whole process smoother (maybe he plants evidence to suggest megatron’s less-than-rosy intentions for the future of their civilization to turn the last of his soldiers against him after he’s “killed” optimus)), hot rod puts the pieces together very quickly. he’s still grieving for optimus when soundwave propositions him on the spot.

soundwave’s not going to be the new leader of the decepticons. he’s going to be spearheading an entirely new movement. but he needs the trust of all cybertronians if they’re going to put this to rest.

hot rod can join him as the co-ruler of a peaceful cybertron, or die.

they worked well together in combat, and could probably be even better out of it! the only way to bring the era of war to a close is to replace both leaders. it isn’t enough to just have a council or senate either. soundwave’s relationship with a public figure needs to be a bit closer than that.

it's necessary. its what hot rod once wanted. and he won’t be alone. all cybertronians can feel confident knowing there’s one from each side up there. 

eventually ending with two leaders, one not there by choice. it’s a better future than what might have been, but it came at a grave cost. hot rod doesn’t have substantial evidence to prove anything with, and what would come from exposing the ex-decepticon anyway? more violence?

he puts his personal feelings aside, at least in public. leaders have to make sacrifices.

(and soundwave gets what he’s wanted all this time)

[rokudaimeow]

IDC IF ITS PAST MY LUNCHTIME I AM FINISHING THIS SOUNDROD EDIT

[cozzzynook]

Dratchrod: meeting the family and discovering that the two people you thought your boyfriend could be interested in are in fact his family. Said boyfriend also has a bad history with love and has a very protective family.

They spent like, the last two hours cooking and baking to prepare for this family dinner, with Rodimus hoping it would also get the stress out his carrier. We got grandsire Kup at the head of the table looking (mostly) friendly enough, Perceptor looking at Ratchet and Drift with suspicion, and Brainstorm by his side who seems very happy to be included.

Big sister Firestar is the only other one who's smiling, clearly cautious but also trying not to scare them away, then there's uncle Spinister who's confused and participating in his first family dinner since before the war. Oh, and the rest of the scavengers came because they heard Spinister was cooking with the rest of his family. Maybe good cooking is an inherited skill.

Rodimus: meet my family! Or at least the ones onboard, Flareup's too busy to call.

Drift and Ratchet, realizing there's still a lot of things they don't know about Rodimus:

I love this idea!

They meet his family yes but then they meet someone unexpected who actually gives them a run for their shanix…someone they didn’t see coming…

The mech who would’ve been Roddy’s conjunx if not for a painful moment that truly hurt them before the war.

Soundwave.

[cozzzynook]

Soundwave learning about the mech who didn't just steal Hot Rods art but dared to profit from the picture of his dead sparkling.

He immediately rushed to find Rodimus knowing he was having a hard time and needing to be with him.

The two of them end up cuddled together. Holding the picture of their sparkling as they traded memories. Discussing ways to make a memorial for their sparkling and the people of Nyon.

A Functionalist guard had been attacking a group of sparklings. When theirs got in the way wanting to protect their friends. The guard shoved them to the ground where they hit the edge of the curb and died on impact.

Soundwave had been enraged after. Grieving and wanting Cybertron to burn. That's when he decided to join the Decepticons. Wanting them to pay for what they did. He made the guard suffer for hurting his sparkling.

Without a doubt when Soudnwave finds out someone stole art of his sparkling he goes on a rampage and offlines the mech but only after torturing them.

He shows up to Rodimus place covered in life energon with his em field completely distraught and in disarray but only Rodimus can tell. He’s always been able to read soundwave and he knows what and how to look for his emotions behind what he’s projecting.

drift and ratchet are reasonably worried and a little afraid but Rodimus just walks right up to Soundwave and holds him.

They can’t see it but Rodimus knows Soundwave is crying behind the mask for the loss of their sparkling and the reminder that they’ll never have them back.

The two don’t know what to when Rodimus says he’ll be back.

He goes off with Soundwave holding the mech steady and they collapse in a nest that Rodimus makes. They hold each other, crying over the bitty they lost because of the functionalists and their cruelty.

Rodimus regrets not going with Soundwave and he regrets not helping him kill everyone involved. But soundwave could never fault him for doing nothing because thats all rodimus could do.

He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t fuel or speak. He was just a shell of himself that held their sparklings teddy. He could barely bring himself to vent or online.

Rodimus did not do well and soundwave didn’t either.

They never hated or blamed each other and they never fell out of love..they simply went two different directions and it was too painful to come back.

“I should go..they’re probably worried,” Rodimus spoke. Soundwave shouldn’t ask him for more time not when Rodimus was with him for two days.

“Stay,” the words left before he could stop them. When it came to Rodimus he was always like this.

“…I can’t do that to them…”

“I should’ve taken you with me,” Soudnwave left him with the autobots so he could get the help he needed to live again. By the time he was better Megatron had become a tyrant and Soundwave didn’t want him in danger.

He doesn’t say anything because he knows it’s a betrayal if he does.

“Stay with Ravage and Megs for awhile, I’ll come check on you,” he can’t help smooth Soundwaves cheek and make sure all four of his optics were healthy. Sometimes two of them could become strained or lazy.

“Eat a little more too,” he couldn’t help himself, taking care of Soudnwave was like the stars hanging in the galaxy.

He felt a prick on his neck cable and felt embarrassed, “thanks,” he looked away smiling.

He’d forgotten his spark medicine.

“You still carry that around? Doesn’t it take up space?”

“I’ve always carried it with me. It could never be a waste,” he felt thin digits brush his neck cable and he stopped himself.

“I should go,” he kept his optics from meeting Soundwave, “we should meet again…maybe its time..maybe its time we made a place for them. For..for him and our friends..Krusher would love a scare popper for his memory,” that made Rodimus and Soundwave laugh. Krusher was a friend of Soudnwaves when he was a gladiator, the mech used to love scaring people and he loved when Rodimus made cookies.

“Lets,” Soundwave brushed a digit along Rodimus’s helm and the two stared at each other for a long until Rodimus looked away.

“I have to get back…thank you Soundwave. For everything.”

He didn’t let his em field reveal anything but he didn’t have to.

Soundwave already knew.

“I’m sorry I was gone so long we-”

He was wrapped in a tight hug from Drift and he felt Ratchet scanning him for injuries and lack of nutrients.

“Roddy! Are you okay?”

“Get yer aft on the chair now, you need fuel and you took yer meds late!”

Ratchet gripped him gently and brought him over to the chair where he sat him down and put a medical grade fuel in front of him.

“Sorry…I..we just..we didn’t do anything! I swear! We just…we’re gonna make a memory spot for them..all of them and our..for all of them.”

No matter how long its been, he still could never say it.

“Kid..it’s alright..everyone has a history..though we didn’t expect it to be that or with soundwave of all mechs. I mean seriously how do you go from his type to us?”

“Ratty!”

“What?! I can ask can’t i?”

That made Rodimus giggle and he covered his face before laughing. It was real and something like out of the past.

“Its fine Drift, I mean..you guys only know him from the war so he has a point,” his optics looked different and the two noticed. They noticed by the way he laughed. He’s never laughed like that before.

“So, you’re okay?”

Drift looked uncertain but there was something else in his optics that Rodimus couldn’t catch.

“Yeah, yeah I’m okay.”

“No ya aren’t. The tear tracks are still on ya face plate,” Ratchet sat down heavily beside him and Drift make a hissing noise at Ratchet making his finials flick but Rodimus just smiled.

“I will be,” he looked to the mug of energon, he didn’t want to fuel, he didn’t really want to do anything. But he didn’t want to scare them like that or fall into that hole again.

Ratchet held the mug up to his intake, optics concerned as he tried to soften them. Rodimus took the expression of love and drank the fuel. Taking the mug himself, he felt guilt eat away at him.

“..I-”

“Don’t kid..we know..its just like Drift with Wing and me with Optimus..we know.”

He..didn’t think of it that way.

“We know you didn’t do anything and we know you still love him. Its clear as day but..you still came home and you still picked us. We know you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“I’m so sorry,” he kept his optics closed to keep from crying.

Drift laid a hand on his and he looked his direction but not at him.

“We love you Roddy, always,” Drift didn’t stop touching him and Ratchet leaned just a little closer to him.

He smiled a little and nodded.

In the back of his mind he couldn’t help but feel it.

The distance he could forget so long as he avoided being besides someone so close.

Their reassurance and touch meant a lot to him it really did.

But he hated himself knowing deep down..it just wasn’t like soundwaves.

[cozzzynook]

Ratchet and Drifts anniversary is coming up. Drift wants to get Ratchet some artwork for his office. He's scrolling through the web looking for something when he notices art that looks familiar.

He can't figure out why and it starts bothering him. He asks Ratchet about it and he also thinks it's familiar but neither of them know why.

Drift shows it to Rodimus because he knows he likes art and Rodimus is shocked because it's his work from before and during the war. Someone had taken it and was now selling it for a lot of money. Taking credit for his work.

He would be so hurt that someone stole his art. Especially since the art was personal and something he made from the spark.

All his art work depicts what life was like living in Nyon during the war and before it. It shows the beauty they tried to hold onto. The unfair treatment they suffered under the functionalists and the deaths that could’ve been prevented. His art shows how even before the war he cared about people and wanted peace.

They even stole art of his friends who long died before the war and the mech who adopted him that died in the fall of Nyon.

What hurt the most was seeing that they sold a picture of his carrier that he never meant for any bot to see. They had his personal sketch book that he thought was lost to the explosion. Pictures of his carrier, friends, a mech who looks an awful lot like Soundwave that he refuses to talk about and a sparkling that looks so small with wings attached to their back as they sleep.

He breaks down at the sight of the last image and leaves locking himself in their wash rack.

The two do everything they can to get the art taken down and they succeed along with reporting the mech who stole Rodimus’s art. All the money is returned and the art is being brought to their home where Roddy can do what he pleases with it.

Drift and Ratchet worry over Rodimus and his silence is terrifying. Especially when they think of the picture of the sparkling with angel wings.

They know what it means but want to stay in denial.

They couldn’t imagine losing a sparkling.

And the picture of Soundwave?

The two never fired at each other on the battlefield but no one ever thought anything of it.

Now it makes sense.

“Roddy?”

Drift is able to pick the lock and the two see Rodimus curled up in berth asleep with tear tracks on his face.

They curl around him and hope that this doesn’t destroy him.

-

I have a problem. An angst problem.

[cozzzynook]

Angst time.

Before the war Megatron, Soundwave and Hot Rod are in a relationship. When Hot Rod joins the Autobots their relationship ends but they all still love each other and after the war they hope they can be together again.

When Megatron takes the matrix Hot Rod goes knowing he has the best chance. He plans to talk to him and things don't go well. Megatron is still hurt by his decision to join the Autobots.

Hot Rod takes the matrix and Megatron shoots him in front of Soundwave. Hot Rod drifts off into space and both of them think he died. Megatron is horrified by what he did and Soundwave is angry and can't forgive him for killing their bond mate.

Both mourn his death and then all of a sudden Rodimus appears and they realize it's their bond mate and they both have hope. Until they realize he has no memory of either of them. Their botb devastated because it's like loosing him all over again.

Rodimus doesn't know why but he feels this strange longing whenever he's around them. He's also reluctant to hurt them or Soundwave's cassettes.

Wow…you wanted me to have nightmares in the corner about this huh? :/

Jk jk 😂

I love this actually.

Big brain baby. You have a wonderful big brain.

Thank you ❤️

[cozzzynook]

And what if Rodimus had a family and was sparked by his conjunxs Soundwave and Megatron. What if Drift and Ratchet find the photos of them together long before the war with all of them wearing ceremonial conjunx garb looking so happy with Soundwaves actual face.

They discover why Rodimus loves four optics because Soundwave has four optics.

What if they learn Rodimus loves purple and gray because Megatron and Soundwave are those colors.

What if they learn the jewels on the sparkling he holds are jewels of the spark that a creator bestows on their creation.

What if they see a photo of Rodimus heavily sparked in the tanks wearing those jewels on his tanks and hips while Megatron and Soundwave hold his tanks with their sparkling happily waving at the camera in Rodimus’s arms on top of his massive tank while Megatron and Soundwavw smile.

What if they find sparkling decease certificates that begin the story of how Megatron fell to madness and Soundwave became the cold sparkeater like figure he is now known to be. This is why Rodimus was found an almost empty shell and didn’t become a functioning bot until Nyon was threatened.

The last piece he had left of his sparklings and the memories of his conjunxs when they were happy.

What then?

And what if I tell you Rodimus never told a single soul any of this and kept it locked away because it was far far too painful and Drift and Ratchet have been slowly initiating courting him for a long long time and now they understand why its taken so long and he has a distant guard up.

Rodimus once had everything and because of the functionalists it’s all gone.

What do they do now?

[cozzzynook]

Soundwave overhearing Deadlock talk about the Autobot he's seeing. He feels guilty because the Autobot wants more but he's only sleeping with him because he reminds him of Ratchet and he doesn't have feelings for him.

Soundwave tells Hot Rod who's crushed thinking no one will ever love him. Soundwave is there for him.

So, i’m just being honest..the best person to write this is @theoceanoasis because they write some of the best soundrod stories i have ever read. I feel they can do this just where i cannot.

But i will try and do a little snippet.

Deadlock isn’t trying to be a jerk he just let things get out of hand.

The one he wants is Ratchet and yeah he knows he’s wrong for sleeping with another bot that reminds him of ratchet and he’s using him to get close to ratchet but he also kinda does like hot rod. He doesn’t love hot rod like he loves ratchet, he’s in love with ratchet, but he does like Hot rod and he wants to try something with him. But he knows if he says anything he’ll want to break it off.

To Soundwave it sounds like Deadlock wants to have his cake and then some and he admits he tells Hot rod because he has a crush on the mech. He’s genuinely in love with hot rod and that meant he didn’t mention his feelings at all. In fact he told Deadlock he had three days to tell Hot rod or he would because he wanted hot rod to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

Of course on the third day, he saw Deadlock leave with Ratchet who looked disappointed but was by his side and that was how he knew hot rod was told.

He went to check on the speedster and hour later, slipping inside his berthroom to find the mech crying.

He curled around the mech who latched onto him and let him cry it out.

“Why is it so hard for someone to actually want me?”

It always hurt to hear Hot rod say that and he hated that he never told him after all this time that he wanted him.

Deep down he held insecurities that told him Hot rod wouldn’t want someone like him. Someone who’s done terrible things that were unforgivable. They always screamed at him that if Hot rod saw who he really was, behind the mask and what he allowed him to see, he’d hate him.

And that was something he wasn’t willing or ready to risk.

“I’m so sorry hot rod,” he couldn’t bring himself to say the words his spark has been begging him to say since the day he realized he was in love.

The fear was just too great and he let silence grip hold on his vocals as he rubbed Hot rod’s quaking spoiler, letting the mech cry into his arms and against his pained spark.

“I’m so sorry.”