#hinted mechpreg

[cozzzynook]

Not sure if anyone has came up with idea but the LL has a mini sparkling boom.

Ratchet let out a sigh as he scanned supplies closet for the 5th time that day. This was a problem but he knew they should have seen it coming as this wasn't the first time but knowing what goes on this ship he's surprised it took this long. As for the crew there was currently a heat/rut boom meaning most of the crew were dashing to the bay to grab last minute spike wraps and baffles before fragging their processor out with their selected partner or conjunx for the day.

Rolling his optics ratchet quickly grabbed a couple of wraps before noting down they should re stock on blankets and sparkling fuel, Primus knows how many of these bots will accidently get themselves sparked once this was all over.

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The funniest thing is ratchet ends up being one of those bots because his big dumb male wife sparked him lol

[wyrm-with-a-why]

The kangaroo sparkling carrier post thing you made with Megatron and the Stunticons

Megatron looking exhausted and sluggish and his chest compartment(which has gotten huge) pushes forward and all the beans poke their heads out to squeak and beep

[starscream-is-my-wife]

I love expecting Optiratch... Who will win, robo Jesus or his pregnant wife with cravings?

[transingthoseformers]

Been thinking about cywhirlgate mechpreg hurt/comfort thoughts

[chiefcatherder]

Some fic ideas that have too many holes and sags in the story arcs but I would love to write out eventually :

1) miner megatron goes to robot university with his BFF soundwave (maybe with a hint of dating simulator)

2) shattered glass-ish AU with rodimus

3) hot rod finds a protoform on a battle field, asks "is anyone else looking for a younger sibling?" And not wait for an answer (non mechpreg AU)

[lunarfeat21]

Femmes and mechs (ladies and gentlemen), I made something... how should I put it... interesting?

Well, made this exotic story out of stupidity and curiosity to see if anyone is interested.

This is the ship of WaspBee (Bumblebee x Waspinator) and I really want to perish...

I’ll update as soon as possible or in hiatus...

A lil warning: hints of bdsm, mechpreg, and all that stuff >:D

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update: I had sad news that I took down the fic due to Wattpad's incompetent security reasons. I had the fic saved, but it takes time. Sorry for the inconveniences.

[lovemesomerobobois]

Celebrating Hope

More love for Fort Max and Ultra Magnus. Also a hint of Chromedome x Rewind!

T-rated drabble for mechpreg. Established relationship. 

It seemed like the whole ship turned up. Ultra Magnus had never seen Swerve’s so busy, and he wasn’t sure if he hated it or enjoyed the chaotic sense of community that was the Lost Light. Swerve was certainly enjoying himself, running back and forth behind the bar, fixing drink after drink, visor lit up with excitement. It was, after all, a big day that called for an equally big party. Hell, the last time someone threw a sparkling-shower was ages ago, and certainly not during war time. Magnus felt honored to have been invited, to bare witness to Chromedome and Rewind’s immense joy. Max too, beamed. This was a celebration for their species, and everyone knew it, everyone felt it stirring in their sparks, the hope for a new generation of Cybertronians, what was once considered a futile endeavor. Yet there they were, Chromedome glowing, cradling the small lump of his plating, and Rewind standing on a chair next to him, commanding respect for his sparkmate. The very picture of hope. 

Ultra Magnus sighed, a servo on his thigh drawing him back to the bar. Max grinned, but stared expectantly. A glance around the table confirmed he missed something. Whirl leaned on the table, pincers clacking, and even Rodimus was quiet. He’d been droning on about how he was “obviously a prime candidate for god-sire,” but now he slouched against Drift and waited. 

Clearing his throat, Magnus said, “I’m sorry, what were we discussing?”

“We weren’t saying anything,” Rodimus said with an uncertain grin. “You were talking about hope and stuff, sounded pretty sage-like.”

“Oh.” Magnus had no idea what he’d said aloud. “Apologies.” Next to him, Fortress Maximus chuckled into his glass. 

Whirl waved a dismissive servo. “Anyone else think it’s weird Domehead’s the one carrying?”

Ratchet tossed back a shot of something purple. “Rewind’s frame wouldn’t be able to support a sparkling. Too small.”

“I’d still want to carry if me and Cy had a sparkling,” Tailgate chimed in. Cyclonus promptly choked on his engex. “I mean, how big do you think it’s going to be?”

Whirl chugged the last of his liquor. “Teeny-tiny, like a bug but not a bug. Slip right through your fingers.”

“It will share both parents' genetics,” Ratchet said. “Could be closer to Chromedome’s size.”

Fortress Maximus set his half-empty glass down and leaned in, shoulder brushing Magnus’. “But what does this mean for Cybertron?” he asked, a furtive glance to Magnus. “Or for any of us? How long has it been since the last sparkling was birthed, not a full grown mech harvested from a hot spot or constructed cold?”

Magnus allowed himself to spread his legs enough for his thigh to bump Max’s. There was always something new and amazing about him, and Magnus loathed the day when he stopped being surprised. 

The table was quiet for a minute, but the bustle of the bar made up for it. Somewhere, Trailbreaker was calling for another round of shots and Skids was armwrestling Mainframe and Primus only knew what Brainstorm was doing but he was certainly being loud enough about it. 

“It means that there is hope for restoring our race, peacefully,” Magnus eventually said. 

Drift nodded. “We have a chance to raise a new generation without war and constant turmoil.”

“Someone might finally learn from our mistakes,” Cyclonus finished.

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Fortress Maximus was slow to fall asleep that night. He sighed and groaned and rolled around in the berth until Magnus woke up and curled an arm around his waist and pulled him tight. He settled down, but not for long. When his digits started tracing circles on Magnus’ middle, he took the que. 

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, voice gruff from exhaustion. Processor hazy, he was having a hard time focusing on anything specific, but Max’s optics were clear and vibrant. 

Max pressed an open servo against Magnus’ toned middle. “Sparklings,” he whispered. 

“Sparklings.” Magnus repeated the word as if that hadn’t been the main topic for the last few hours. 

“Yeah. What do you think it’d be like. . . to carry?”

He rubbed his optics with the back of his servo, desperately trying to clear some of the exhaustion from them. “Uncomfortable, I imagine. But. . .” He remembered the look of pure satisfaction and utmost joy on Chromedome’s face. “But a source of pride. Hope.”

Max hummed. “I never thought about it, carrying. Or siring. It was always just a liability, a weak spot.” His optics searched his partner’s. 

“How long have you been up?” Magnus asked, stifling a yawn. It wasn’t that he was disinterested, but a conversation like this should be reserved for clear conscious and any time but three in the morning. 

“Don’t know.” Max shrugged. “Sorry if I woke you.”

Magnus sat up a little more, groggily leaning over to steal a kiss. And then there was a warm blue servo cupping his face and a glossa on his neck, and he couldn’t stop himself from purring, “If you asked, I would gladly carry your sparklings, Fortress Maximus.” 

“You are unbelievable,” Max rumbled. “I love you,” he added in a whisper, voice muffled and face hidden in Magnus’ neck, but he was already half-asleep. 

[thanksjro]

Eugenesis Part Two, Scene Seven: Soundwave: Superior, Galvatron: Inferior (But Don’t Tell Him I Said That)

This new position is really giving Soundwave an ego boost.

He reflects on his previous stint as leader of the Decepticons, and how incredibly well the whole thing went, retaking almost the entirety of the planet- and he would have gotten away with it, if it hadn’t been for that meddling Time War.

Soundwave doesn’t like Galvatron much.

He enters the communications center, just in time to hear about Metroplex’s grand entrance onto Cybertron and subsequent exit from this mortal coil.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Ultra Magnus is still just having the worst day. Death’s Head asks the very good question of why they don’t just leave the planet, seeing as the Quintessons are only there for the Cybertronians and not the humans. This makes Magnus remember something rather important- they still have the Ark. He orders all the surviving Autobots to make their way to the ship.

I wonder how Bumblebee’s doing. Hopefully someone pulls him off the nose of that Trident ship at some point.

Over on Cybertron, everyone at Darkmount’s standing at attention as the Conquest- that other Quintesson warship, the one with the Quintessential Flying Fucks on it- finally shows up to the party.

Oh no, he’s got lips in this story. This just gets worse and worse.

The Decepticons are fired upon, and Darkmount is completely destroyed. Annihilated, even. That’s two bases that have been wrecked in just as many pages.

Let’s check back in with the Earth Autobots.

Right, Ultra Magnus has emotion dampeners. I’d forgotten that was a thing.

So, problem! The Ark was in the caverns. The caverns that are currently flooded. Magnus tells a lie and says that underwater takeoff is totally a thing. He actually isn’t too sure about that, but I suppose we’ll find out, now won’t we? Cybertron is simply beautiful this time of year. Nightbeat’s taking in the sights on the transcontinental freeway, such as the rampant cannibalism parties of the east, the leftovers of a literal holocaust. He thinks back to the low point in his life where he would have joined the Empties, living a simple life of homelessness and almost starving to death. Nightbeat, my dude, what is your deal?

That doesn’t answer my question, but it at least hints at there being an answer.

Perceptor brings Nightbeat’s team up and they head out.

I feel like the grimness of this story’s really ramped up in the last ten or so pages.

Blitzwing is blitzkrieging all over the Tridents, just having a grand old time, and then is set on fire and slammed into a mountain. The Decepticons aren’t doing so hot.

Hot is doing the Decepticons.

Yeah, they’re all dead.

Up on the Conquest, the Quintessential Flying Fucks get ready to do their part in wiping out the Cybertronians. They’re going to find a nice quiet spot for the Harvest to begin.

I have a very bad feeling about the Harvest.

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Ultra Magnus is being an idiot- I mean hero, and staying behind to fight the Sharkticons while everyone else loads up onto the Ark.

That’s quite the word, Roberts.

(Spume is foam or spray, like on waves and such.)

On the Ark proper, just about everybody’s been loaded up and is ready to go. They’re just waiting on Magnus. There is, of course, the issue of the Ark not being built for underwater launches, and the collapse of the ground both around and above them, and Metroplex waking up having warped the infrastructure of the city.

But I’m sure it’ll be fine!

He overdosed like an hour ago, he should be dead by now.

It’s been a tough day for us all, Mirage, but that’s no excuse to start hitting a man you don’t even know. Head-punching is a very intimate act, you can’t do it to just anybody.

Magnus gets aboard, and we can finally get the Ark in the proper position for takeoff. There’s a testament to just how many folks are dead at this point, as they apparently haven’t had the time to secure them all, and they start rolling with the movements of the ship. Horrifying. I wonder if anyone went and got Bumblebee.

I have a feeling nobody went and got Bumblebee.

The Ark punches through the ground, slaps the Enslaver on the ass on the way out, and guns it for the stars as the remains of Autobot City are burned off the face of the Earth. Yay!

…Yay…

Ratchet’s trying to keep the rest of these ‘bots alive, while Ultra Magnus and Silverbolt- yeah, he’s in this scene, don’t worry about it- discuss the fact that the warship is already giving chase. Magnus orders the jump to hyperspace, so they can rendezvous with Prowl and friends.

And that’s the end of Part Two.

Roberts was just really friggin’ mean to these robots this whole Part, wasn’t he? He needs to go to jail for crimes against robotkind, honestly. He blew them up, chopped them in half, ripped out their brains and stuffed new ones into the corpses, subjected them to Prowl’s brand of concern- if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he maybe didn’t like these characters!

But that’s what one does to their favorites, right? You make them suffer, so the rewards are that much sweeter.

Not a ton of mechpreg hints lately, beyond that first little bit. I have a hunch that Part Three is where things start getting crazy in that department. I can’t wait. And also, I’m terrified.

I’m aware that this particular bit is more showing you the passages than it is real commentary, but sometimes that’s just the way these things work out. Next time, we start Part Three.

Yep. Part Three.

[cozzzynook]

So a little Cyberverse scenario

Sometimes whenever Hotrod or Optimus go and to check on Starscream in his cell, they smell a faint odor that's almost similar to Bee... too similar

And when they see Bumblebee start becoming a bit sluggish and refusing to eat his favorite food

Hotrod is going to have to restrain Optimus from having a little "chat" with the seeker

Honestly Hot rod does his job until Starscream says the wrong thing and lets Optimus go and joins him.

Poor Bee.

He might not have a sire anymore lol jk jk i like this idea

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Ratchet coming back to the lost light surprised to find Rodimus holding a sparkling he'd recently had. Soundwave is next to him worried because he'd just been released from the hospital earlier that day and needed time to recover.

“Welcome back,” Rodimus smiled very, very exhausted.

The two had just come back to the lost light from their honeymoon and called to what was now Rodimus’s new room more hidden than his last.

They were completely surprised and shocked that Rodimus had gotten a new room and when they smelled more than one scent inside while standing at the door they were completely taken aback.

Drift’s digit print allowed him to enter inside and the scent of happiness and unbearable pain made the two rush towards the berth room where they practically busted the door open with their frames only to stop and see Soundwave fretting over Rodimus who was sitting up looking entirely too uncomfortable and in pain to be wearing the otherworldly smile that he did.

They took in the sight of wires attached to his spark, the IV just beneath his pouches and in his wrist port and the very huge painful looking tank that had yet to go down all but parading itself beneath the nesting blanket. As a tiny sparkling suckled the exposed pouch that Soundwave’s servo covered from their optics along with the tiny and extremely fresh sparkling that weakly pawed at it.

The new spark was but a carbon metallico copy of Soundwave, frame type and color included and the exhausted expression on Rodimus faceplates looked a nano vent away from giving in. But stubbornness and a need to see his bitty kept him awake.

“I’m so glad you guys are back. Come ere,” he struggled to speak. His optics dim, frame weak in a way Soundwave shifted to hold his weight entirely up allowing the two to see his pouches as he whispered in Rodimus’s audial.

That unnaturally deep and powerful vox snapped the two out of their stupor and Ratchet immediately went to work on Rodimus and the new spark with Soundwave careful optics watching. The mech had no accusations towards Ratchet but it was deep sire and conjunx coding keeping him from looking away as he relayed all the info to Ratchet through data sharing comms.

“Kid, you have one pit of a welcome home present for us, thats for sure,” Ratchet couldn’t help but smile. His optics were misty but he’ll argue it’s due to old age instead of what it really is. While Drift just out right cries as he carefully hugs his amica and primus sparkling.

“Roddy! You should’ve told us! We would’ve come back immediately!”

“That’s why I didn’t,” Rodimus was barely able to rely what those words and it was Soundwave’s careful movements along with Drif softly taking the now sleeping bundle and Ratchet helping Soundwave lower Rodimus to the berth. That Rodimus lost his battle to recharge.

“He’s fine. I want to stay to monitor his and the sparklings spark and vitals. Even if he gave emergence this morning, due to his health and the nature of his spark it’ll take longer than a normal post emergence period to heal.”

Ratchet kept his scanner on both Rodimus and the new spark as Rodimus slept with his servo intwined with Soundwave’s who kept a tentacle wrapped loosely on his bitty that Drift cried over.

“Ratty! A sparkling! Roddy had a whole sparkling! We have a sparkling Ratty!!”

Soundwave knew the moment he and his conjunx were sparked the swords mech and medic would have claim on their bitty as well. Just as Rodimus had claim on the two’s adult bitties such as First aid, Red Alert and Medwing.

Being conjunxed to Rodimus meant he had claim of their adult sparklings as well but he never commented or did anything beyond a curt hello and remained beside Rodimus.

So Soundwave expected the two to fawn over and proclaim parentage over their new spark and he was grateful in a way since the medic and swordsmech would do anything for their sparklings and now the new spark his conjunx brought into the galaxy mere hours ago.

It gave him time to take care of his conjunx who now thankfully lay asleep getting the rest he’s more than deserving of.

If Soundwave had his way, his bright spark would be letting him take care of their bitty while he laid in berth or rested until their little gigabyte could walk and he was rounding Rodimus out with the next little soundling.

“You did amazing, sweet spark,” he whispered in his souls audial, low enough only for him to hear and deep enough to make both their frame shift as their sparks begged to merge.

“I love you, i love you, i love you,” his spark sung through touch as he curled against Rodimus whose frame always responded in kind.

Drift and Ratchet were long familiar with the display having gone through the process with their own three bitties that Drift carried so long ago. It doesn’t phase them to experience the intimate display of affection Soundwave gifts Rodimus who more than deserves it.

They’re too busy enraptured in their own intimate moment as they welcome the very first new spark Rodimus has ever emerged into their family.

“They’re beautiful,” Drift keeps crying and Ratchet is reminded of all the times they held their sparklings who weren’t nearly as quiet as this one.

“Welcome home kid,” Ratchet can’t help but shed a few tears as he enjoys the warm welcome of life both old and new.

What a beautiful gift to come home to indeed.

[cozzzynook]

The Autobots and Decepticons are still at war. Hot Rod and Soundwave will sneak off together and hang out.

Hot Rod hasn't been feeling well recently and Optimus recognizes the signs from when he was carrying. He freaks out and takes a confused Hot Rod to the medbay.

I really like this idea but i also like Hot rod knowing whats going on and trying to hide it from Optimus because he knows he’ll be disappointed.

He thought his sparkling baffles were working turns out being so fertile and meeting your spark mate cancels the effects out.

[cozzzynook]

Medieval Soundrod AU Anon here again. I bring part 2!

Distance sounds of drunken chatter followed by laughter drowned out swarming thoughts that currently filled Soundwave's helm. He carefully tapped his servo on the old wooden table as he gazed into his fizzy drink of engenx. It had been months since he had last seen Hot Rod and he was worried that the red predacon had gotten himself caught by some hunters. The blue mech let out a derry sigh not noticing the look of concern on Megatron's face.

"You're worried about your little Mech-Friend are you?" The large grey mech rumbled as he took a sip of drink before speaking again "I'm sure we would have heard something by now from the hunter's guild...Laserbeak and Ravage have been keeping guard there for weeks."

Soundwave gave another sigh he knew Megatron was right, hunters had the awful habit of bragging about the mecha-animals or predacons they slayed to their fellow hunters. But it did so little to calm his nerves these days so Soundwave just hoped that Hot Rod and his flock just moved deeper into the forest or into the mountains away from any villages. Without saying another word the Blue mech stood up giving a sharp nod for Megatron before heading out the door for some air.

Outside the busy Bar was peaceful, the cool breeze made Soundwave shiver a little forcing him to clamp down his plating as he took a short stroll down the street. Halfway he paused at an ally hearing footsteps followed by shuffling fabric. Soundwave quickly grabbed his knife in case it was a bandit trying to mug him, instead his visor light up as he saw a familiar face emerge out of the darkness of the ally.

"Long time no see handsome." Hot Rod smiled brightly, he wore a long cloak that had a hard time hiding his large golden wings. He was also holding a bundle blankets. "Sorry its been a while...My carrier has been super protective ever since my little brother hatched. Sorry if I worried you"

Soundwave didn't answer instead he pulled Roddy into a hug giving a gentle nuzzle on his helm just thankful he was alright. The pair just hold each other for a while enjoying each other's warmth. "Glad you're alright...I was afraid that someone had hurt you" Soundwave whispered as he transformed his mask away so he could kiss Roddy's helm.

Hot Rod gave a soft smile before pulling away shuffling the blankets he was holding. "I also have something to show you...don't be mad okay?" Soundwave nodded a bit confused but he watched Roddy pull away the blankets. He let out a gasp in Hot Rod's arms was one single egg with deep blue and gold swirls along its shell. "You were sparked? I wasn't aware that was possible" Soundwave spoke as he carefully placed his Servo on the smooth shell, he could faintly feel the soft spark beat of their sparkling. He then gazed lovely at Roddy before placing a gentle kiss on his partner's cheek before pulling them into a protective hug. "My sweet spark I'm not upset, my new mission is to protect you both now and forever." Roddy smiled nuzzling his helm under Soundwave's chin with a gentle purr.

{little Bonus} "Well, should we report the good news to Megatron? I'm sure he will be THRILLED to hear he is going to be an uncle" Laserbeak chirped from his post on the wooden beam. Ravage swayed their tail side to side before giving a pleased purr as they sat on the roof. Turning his attention to their bird companion he answered "Of course, but lets make sure they return to their little 'Lover's nest' before heading back...I want to see Soundwave make a fool out of himself first. Think of it as revenge for removing my favourite pillow the other night." Laserbeak chuckled before taking to the sky to follow the expecting couple.

{Hope you enjoyed the second part and yes Roddy's little brother is Bumblebee :D}

Aaaahhhh i love this!!!!

Baby predacon bee is with optimus crawling all around their den while Roddy is off to unite with his bitties sire!!

Poor Ravage, his favorite pillow must be avenged!

[cozzzynook]

Hot Rod in heat trying to reach Soundwave who's on the other side of the wall. At first he tries to stay on the Autobots side but as his heat progresses all he wants is Soundwave and goes to the Decepticon side. Oblivious to the danger he's in as he tries to reach Soundwave.

Just thinking of all the bots surrounding Hot rod ready to get a taste of the “wild ride,” and see just how well he lives up to his designation only for Soundwave to murder all of them.

No one can touch whats his and from the moment he laid optics on Hot rod, the mech was his.

The decepticon cause loses a good number of soldiers much to Megatrons disgruntled dismay but they do gain three or four new sparks….or they will after a thousand years.

He really hates how long their gestation period is.

[cozzzynook]

A fun little Nyon tradition thingy

When ever there was a new carrier who was in need of help in raising their sparkling, a small group of either close friends or experienced carriers often came to their aid. They would all share the burden of raising the sparkling by washing, feeding and teaching them.

Older carriers who were still producing milk rich energon would take turns feeding the bitty. Often when the carrier was either too busy or tired to do it themselves. As well as helping out with household tasks.

Amicas or friends would often be tasked with teaching and playing and could often been seen with an array of toys or fun little learning games for the sparkling to play with.

Lastly any older sires would help the new sire by teaching them how to protect and provide for their growing family. They would spend hours or even days making sure the home was safe and suitable before proving even more soft blankets fabrics to add to the carrier's and sparkling's nest.

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I LOVE this idea Kool Kat!

Also i hope you like the nickname i gave you, if not let me know & i’ll call you what you like, sorry for taking so long to ask that. Hehe 😬

Roddy would do this for Drift!!!

Drift isn’t sure what he should do for his & Ratchet’s sparkling let alone where to start since his home was not..sparkling friendly by any means.

Ratchet isn’t much help since his people were more stand offish in raising a sparkling, more intellect based than anything. Emotional bonds aren’t exactly a common household thing where he’s from but their bitty isn’t like ratchet emotionally, he’s like Drift who needs emotional support.

And Roddy is a shocking hero to the rescue when it comes to it.

To roddy this is nothing hero-like or prime-like.

This is home.

And he hasn’t felt home in a very, very, very long time.

Its normal for him to help Drift learn to sparkling feed, change waste wraps and empty his fuel lines before they begin to cramp and painfully hurt.

He doesn’t expect anything nor have to be asked to clean the hab for Drift or Drift and the bitty themselves when he notices how tired Drift is both before & after healing from emergence.

He doesn’t think anything of it when picking up the bitty so Drift can have alone time and relearn himself through meditation and getting some well deserved sleep.

To Rodimus its completely normal and expected.

Cyclonus, Whirl and Tailgate tell Drift Rodimus did the same for them without asking for anything in return and Cyclonus lets Drift know the old ways of Nyon that he remembers.

“Love was a cultural staple among the Nyonians just as it once was among my people, though different. Love is helpful in both.”

Drift has a new outlook and appreciation for Rodimus and tries to notice the things he hasn’t before. Like how Rodimus, despite how long its been since the war ended and everyone aboard the lost light and cybertron, mostly, have sparklings now.

And yet he still doesn’t.

Rodimus doesn’t offer Ratchet any teachings because he isn’t sure how it would go or come off and he is no sire mech.

He’s never been a sire and he isn’t built to sire.

He’s a carrier mech that doubted he would do any good carrying or raising life.

He could help, it was in his nature and ran through his cna as a Nyonin.

So of course he would help his amica when he needed it, even if he didn’t, Roddy would jump to help just because.

But he would never and could never hope to have a sparkling, simply because there was no other bot that would get it. None would understand like he did since he was the last of Nyon.

There are cultures that come close and were just as loving as his, but he wasn’t likely to find that.

Their race was not a physical and loving one, which is why Nyon was such an odd seeming community because they closed themselves off from outsiders seeing that side of them.

It was like finding a miracle to Roddy when he saw how loving Optimus was towards his sparkling Bee. Even more a miracle when Bee kept it going with his own.

But Roddy didn’t think he’d find that for himself.

Not when he felt he didn’t deserve it.

It’s a good thing there’s a red optic mech who wants to show him 👀

I’m sorry my brain went all over the place with this one!

I really like it and i just know Roddy sets up a comfortable nest for Drift to recover in that neither Drift nor Ratchet thought would be comfortable or useful.

[cozzzynook]

Some good Dratchrod please. Rodimus mpreg while dealing with DJD attack.

When the Djd attack Rodimus is still early in his carrying and hadn’t told a single spark about it.

Their species carry for a long time and he quite literally had a few years before he would pop the sparkling out. In two years he would have a bitty in his servos and two sires to share them with but for now he had a tiny spark that hadn’t even developed enough to be traceable to other mechs aside from mechanimals that weren’t like Minimus.

He needed this time to be the only one to know he was carrying because for a long time he struggled with being able to get sparked in the tanks since it was a hated biological process among their species. Was too organic and beneath them, he remembers so many bots saying as they marched tank carriers to their deaths or removed the ability by force all together. Some managed to get off planet while some hid in the lower parts that were undesirable. If they got sparked they were as good as dead since they would die from lack of fuel and toxic fumes by having a weakened firewall and virus system.

He wasn’t in a much better position himself either.

Sure the war had ended and he was on the lost light with his crew and partners who he loved with more than his spark knew possible. But he still held the fears of being hurt since so many mechs and femmes carried such foul views on bots like him. He could be cornered and his sparkling lost from being ripped or beaten out of him. He was terrified of what Drift and Ratchets response would be to learn he was sparked. It was one thing to want rights for tank carrying bots it was an entirely different thing to be involved with one.

He’d never told them, he was a coward and could never work up the courage to divulge his status. He barely informed them of his spark condition and that was because he was mere kliks from having a flare because his medication had expired.

Yeah he was lucky the two only berated him with worry and servo fed him his medicine every morning but that was different. So very very different from carrying a new life in his tanks.

The sparkling had made a small dent in his armor that wasn’t noticeable to any, not even Drift or Ratchet. He knew this wouldn’t last long, not as long as his nerves needed anyway, but he couldn’t hold off on telling them forever. They would find out eventually. Be it finding him purging his tanks at odd times of the day or his lack of being able to consume energon.

All of it smelled disgusting to him and he’s been sucking on low substance fuel cubes for weeks now. Plus he’s starting to get noticeably tired and slower. It hasn’t caused Drift and Ratchet to worry yet but its only a matter of time.

He’s slowly coming to terms with carrying a new life and possibly raising them on his own should Drift and Ratchet reject him. Its been three months and a small bump thats noticeable has curved his tanks now. He’s painfully aware thats big for three months in their species and a late night check of opening his sore chassis to reveal tender breasts not even hiding his brightly glowing spark, he sees the connecting energy wisp line thats connected to his spark and split into two lines.

He was prepared to deal with one sparkling not two.

He knew it was the most likely option since he had two sires and tank carriers were extremely fertile but he’d hoped it was just one big bitlet that held all three of their cna like some tank carriers were known to do.

He ended up needing even more time to come to terms with having not one but two sparklings he may need to raise on his own and by the fifth month with his tanks getting a little bigger it was definitely obvious to both Drift and Ratchet along with the whole crew who thought he’d finally put on weight.

He felt guilty lying to Drift and Ratchet especially when he was sleeping in more and did paperwork so he could rest which worried them. He was grateful Megatron didn’t mind being the physically present co captain while Rodimus sat back and did both their paperwork.

But Ratchet and Drift minded a lot, especially when Rodimus was found sleeping on his desk multiple times after doing paperwork and eating an odd blend of thick fuel that was both sweet and sour. Rodimus internally blamed the sparklings but outwardly just shrugged it off and said paperwork was boring but he owed Megs since he used to always do his share which was believable. What wasn’t believable, even though it was actually true, was Rodimus saying he really loved the sour sweet energon blend he was always drinking that sometimes had raw mineral shavings meant to be consumed alone.

He was actually on his way back to their hab to make himself a mix of delicious sour and sweet energon that tasted exactly like Drift and Ratchets favorite. Ratchet loved sweets and Drift really liked sour treats, Rodimus was more into seasoned energon but since getting sparked he hasn’t been able to stand the stuff. He really was sparked with their bitties.

“Its been five months since I’ve known and I haven’t said a thing. It won’t be long until they strap me down and Ratchet scans me…”

He felt a shiver up his spinal strut and looked around feeling a sense of dread he couldn’t pass off as nerves. He commed Magnus and Megatron asking them to do a scan of the ship and head count. He did it on their personal comms giving a coded signal to let them know he was serious. When they informed him there were extra bots that were stowed away in a certain part of the ship he ran towards the bridge telling them to seal it immediately and set the ships guns to kill every bot not registered on board.

The alarms went off and he felt pain in tanks from the physical strain of running but he kept on at an even slower pace. He made it to the bridge to see Minimus and Megatron manually using the lasers to severely wound the intruders on screen.

The Djd.

The literal DJD had snuck aboard the Lost Light and were here.

“Oh fuck,” he couldn’t help touching the small protrude on his tanks. The others didn’t take it for what it really was but he knew Megatron did by the shocked expression on his face plates.

“Don’t,” he whispered when close enough, “I haven’t,” he left the rest unsaid and was thankful Megatron let it go for now.

There was a resigned look on his face as well as a dampening in his spark as he looked to Minimus and then Rodimus.

Rodimus was busy sending an emergency comms to every former decepticon on board to stay away from the bottom block and to stay hidden. He alerted them the DJD was on board and that it was an order that they remain hidden. He knew all would comply, Ambulon was with First Aid and the scavengers would most likely listen. It was Drift he was really worried about.

Rodimus knew Tailgate could get Cyclonus to listen and with Whirl they would be fine.

But Drift may not be with Ratchet and he might not hide even if Rodimus made it an order.

“Minimus, take Rodimus and the two of you hide,” Megatron wasn’t looking at either of them as he said it but they could see it in his optics. What he was about to do. How he was going to do it. That it would be brutal and he would look back with disappointment for having to break his own oath for the sake of their survival. He would not regret saving them but he would regret that he was the reason such a group even existed.

He hated himself in that moment and they felt weak for needing him to save them.

Rodimus wanted to protest but he..he couldn’t endanger his sparklings. He wouldn’t endanger his sparklings.

So with a heavy spark and a pointed look at Megatron telling him to come back unscathed, he grabbed Minimus and ran. It was slow, noticeably slow.

Once the shock wore off Minimus grabbed Rodimus and lifted him running at top speed to safety. They were almost in the clear to the medbay when Rodimus felt a set of fangs dig into his leg and yank him from Minimus’s grasp.

The shout the load bearer let out before changing to a turbo fox to chase the one the Djd dubbed, “pet,” was full of shock that soon turned to growls of anger. In his turbo fox form Minimus could smell him which means he could smell the sparklings that were being dragged along with him as he bled from his chewed up leg.

Fighting the sickness and need to comatose at all the movement and blood loss he could not afford, he rushed himself up feeling his fuel tank lurching at the sudden movement. Smashing his servo in the mechs optic and yanking back hard to pull out whatever he could as he was dropped roughly.

He curled into a ball protecting his tanks and accidentally let the bond between himself, Drift and Ratchet open. They could feel his pain and he could feel their panic. Telling them not to come was futile as he felt them closing in at an alarming speed.

He was still curled in a ball struggling to move when a heavy pede stepped down heavily near him far too close to his helm to be a member of his crew. He tried to stay in a ball protecting his sparklings when he was lifted by the helm and shaken.

He didn’t know which member it could be but judging by the lack of talking it wasn’t Tarn. Chances are Tarn was long dead if he was facing Megatron.

Whimpering, Rodimus wrapped his servos tight around his tanks and the mech took notice.

His optics were still forced shut by how the mech was gripping him but he didn’t need to see to feel the stab wound in his hip.

The scream of pain he let out drowned out the sound of two transformations.

He was suddenly dropped into Ratchets thick arms and body while Drift was slicing apart the mech that he still couldn’t get a good look at.

He felt the shift in Drifts field and knew he wasn’t fighting as a peacemaking autobot, the other half of himself that is Deadlock came forward and was pissed.

Ratchet held him as he ran on foot to the medbay trying to soothe his tears and cries he couldn’t fully tell were coming from. The apologies that left his lips were like water from a falling spring that he just couldn’t stop.

Ratchet was entirely caught of guard by his reaction but he had wounds to heal and a mate to console so he focused on getting Rodimus to the med bay and laid him on a table where he began working on Rodimus’s leg before the mech grabbed him.

“Kid! What are you doing? Please, you have to breathe, its alright, you’re gonna be fine.”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you two sooner but I kept getting worried and putting it off and I didn’t know how you two would react so I kept avoiding telling you! I’m so sorry, oh primus I’m so sorry!”

“Rodimus what are you talking about?!”

Ratchet was about to check Rodimus’s spark thinking he was holding off on telling them something happened again when he noticed Rodimus’s hands never left his tanks. There was not a single wound there that he should be holding. He hadn’t even bothered touching his hip.

He noticed the rounded shape, the bulge that never went down even if Rodimus hadn’t been eating enough to gain frame weight. The tiredness he’s been feeling for months and how he’s slowed down considerably for a speedster.

“Primus,” Ratchet whispered, standing stock still.

“Kid..are you sparked?”

“I’m so sorry,” Rodimus cried, worried about his sparklings, about Drift who was fighting and Ratchet for his reaction.

“Oh frag,” Ratchet was quick to start working on Rodimus while yelling they would talk about this later, after he healed him.

Ratchet stopped the bleeding first on Rodimus’s leg and removed the fang embedded inside it. Moving towards the stab wound on his hip while scanning Rodimus’s spark and forge tank.

Just as Rodimus said he was sparked.

Two tiny little protoforms were developing inside and both looked to be under stress because of the situation and the stress their carrier was under. He administered a calming agent that would more than likely put Rodimus to sleep but it was necessary.

He wasn’t about to let their sparklings or Rodimus get hurt any further.

Rodimus was crying less and less as the kliks went by. He kept a firm grip that began to loosen as the meds kicked in while Ratchet worked to patch him up.

Drift ended up bursting inside the medbay looking terrified until he saw Ratchet fixing the last of the damage. His shoulders visibly slumped and his optics weren’t as red anymore.

“Ratty, are Rodimus and the sparklings okay?!!”

Ratchet looked at Drift in total surprise until he saw Minimus trotting in behind him with a limp.

He put the pieces together quickly.

“They’re all fine,” Ratchet sighed, looking back down at Rodimus and running another scan on him to see his spark had evened out and the twins were stable.

It was a nightmare to see their partner damaged, it was hell to see him damaged while sparked.

“Frag, Ratty. Why didn’t he say something?!”

Ratchet was already beginning to work on Minumus’s wounds while Drift paced the floor with his bloody claws before standing next to Rodimus who was in a deep sleep.

It was necessary. Kid lost a lot of blood for a carrier of two on top of his spark condition.

“Fear,” Minimus let out, surprising the two.

“Mechanimals like myself and tank carriers often hid together…It may hurt to hear but I understand his silence. It took a very long time for me to tell my conjunx I was a turbo fox.”

And as much as they hated to hear it they knew it was true. Rodimus had every right to be weary and fear telling them. Normal carrying is scary enough but carry by tank when most of them were killed off, is terrifying at best.

“He’s been sparked this whole time and he’s dealt with it alone?”

Ah, guilt. Ratchet feels that too. Even if they don’t need to. The kid wouldn’t want them to anyway. So no point in succumbing to it.

Still.

“The moment he wakes up, we’re all having a very long chat,” Ratchet finally said after patching up Drift and letting Minmus join his conjunx who needed the comfort after breaking his oath.

The alert was over and the Djd, what was left of them, was gone.

Now it was only the three of them inside the private room and Drift and Ratchet were laying on either side of Rodimus who was still asleep with a servo on his tanks.

The two eventually were able to move his hand and place their own on top of the bump they felt the faint buzzings of life forming.

It made their optics foggy and their cheek plates wet.

“Ratty.”

“I know sweet spark, I know,” he smiled with him.

Rodimus may have been terrified to tell them the news of being sparked but they were more than happy to receive it.

“He is not allowed out of our sight when he wakes up,” Drift kept his gaze flickering between Rodimus, Ratchet and their servos on Rodimus belly.

“Not a chance in the pits the kids allowed without either one of us.”

As soon as Ratchet said that, Rodimus began to wake up where he promptly felt nausea aching in his tanks that was disrupted by two servos quelling the feeling.

A soft groan and he’s leaning into the touch..till he remembers everything.

Darting his optics open, he feels them slip shut against his will and he yawns deeply.

“We aren’t mad at ya kid,” Rodimus stops trying to get up from their arms and he can’t help the whine that followed when Ratchet rubbed the under curve of his belly.

“But we are gonna have a talk about this. You are not leaving our sides anytime soon Roddy.”

“And don’t even think of us not wanting you or the sparklings. We want you both, all three of you and then some.”

“I am not doing this again,” Rodimus yawned, failing to stay awake.

“Thats up for debate,” Drift spoke, kissing his shoulder armor that was more sensitive than usual he noticed.

“Okay,” Rodimus mumbled, dropping back to sleep with a snore.

“Only he could reveal being sparked like this,” Ratchet sighed, clearly amused and baffled. Drift was too but he smiled when he said, “thats our Roddy. Wouldn’t have him any other way,” he laughed quietly.

“Yeah,” Ratchet kissed both their helms, “ i guess you’re right.”

[cozzzynook]

A Nyonian tradition where parents make quilts for their sparklings. Then as the sparkling grows they add onto the quilt using materials they found important. For example if they wore a cape when bonding they'd cut it up and add it to their quilt. The quilt tells the story of their life and when Hot Rod finds out he's sparked he begins making his little one's quilt.

I love this idea so much. I hope it’s okay if i use this in future ideas. Or maybe not since you’re anon and might wanna stay anonymous. Either way this is beautiful and i love this idea.

Hot rod would start making a quilt and during his time making the quilt he’d probably cry since he couldn’t share this with his carrier. He never knew his sire but he missed his carrier dearly and so he added their face to it and the first piece of cloth he was ever given by his carrier along with his favorite blanket in his nest.

Hot rod adds the colors of the sire to the quilt and makes a beautifully detailed stitch of both Nyon and Kaon.

Their bitty should have both places of origin on their quilt and he can’t help but smile as he leaves more spaces empty. He wants to fill them for when the sparkling gets here and begins to grow and experience life.

He puts the quilt in a secret compartment and goes to sleep but he wakes in the arms of his secret partner and sees the quilt in his servos and freezes.

But then he realizes their clawed servos are tenderly holding his tanks and they clumsily sewed a beautiful home into the fabric of the quilt.

A cabin.

A cabin that his secret conjunx promised to build when he renounced war and found the one he wants to spend every single moment of life with until his spark fades and he joins the stars.

Hot rod ends up crying holding the quilt in his arms and he feels a kiss to his helm that makes him sniffle.

“You mean it?”

“As the stars look down upon us and the wind blows. As the moon peaks to the sky and cleaves to gaze upon the sun. You have my spark and promise,” his conjunx declares making him turn and cry into his hold.

Their sparkling will be born with a warm quilt and two warm sparks welcoming them into the world