cozy

The idea of Primus special boy, married to a scientist who dedicated his life to improve Cybertron, having bots like these as parents is hilarious.

Also, you cannot tell me that in an alternate universe, they didn't help their son and his friends in their revolution.

Megatron : "We need a plan to overthrow the Senate. Any idea ?" 🤔

Quintessa and Infernocus : "We could invoke [insert the name of a terrifying cosmic entity]" 😊

Optimus Prime : "Mom, Dad, NO" 😱

Narrator : "They did, in fact, invoke the terrifying cosmic entity to rescue their sparkling-in-law"

There's a lot of yelling on both sides. Mostly Smokescreen trying to defend both Devcon and his choice to keep his carriage a secret from both Prowl and Blurr.

However Prowl doesn't back down, believing that if they've told him the truth much eariler things would have been better. Smokescreen would have gotten the support he needed, not to mention Blurr would have grown up knowing who his creators were.

Smokescreen disagrees. Afterall Springer didn't grow up raised by Prowl, he spent his childhood under the care of the wreckers and Kup's guidance. What support could his brother give if he, didn't raise his own sparkling?

Prowl doesn't know what to say to that. He knows its the truth yet at the same time he'd thought Smokescreen was better. A better brother and creator, one where they've learned from his mistakes. Now he isn't so sure...

Devcon however is still processing that not only is he a sire but also was kept in the dark about the whole thing.

Tonight surely can't end any sooner.

-💕

"Scrap!" Stumbling backwards and almost bumping into a passing bot, Prowl found himself face to face with a problem he wasn't prepared for.

In front of him happily chatting away at the bar was Devcon. A blue speedster that was taken in by the autobots as a sparkling. Who promptly ran off to Primus knows, once he become an grown mech. It wasn't the kind of evening Prowl had been expecting.

"Why him of all mechs?" Pinching his nasal bridge Prowl let out a sigh. "Couldn't have been Kup overcharged and dirty dancing on the bar, again"

Sticking close to a wall, he hoped to slip past without being noticed by the blue mech. Perhaps this night can be salvaged after all, if only he can reach the stairs. But before he could place one foot onto the step a voice called out.

"Prowl, is that really you?!" Of course it was Devcon

Taking a deep vent it took all his strength to mentally prepare. Turning Prowl gave a tiny smile. Field clamped close to his frame hoping to hide his disappointment and resentment for the mech. Even after all these years he still haven't forgave Devcon for leaving Smokescreen behind.

"Devcon, what a surprise to see you here" Gritting his teeth, he scanned the blue speedster carefully. Half empty cube of engex in one servo and a lit cygar in the other. "Started smoking I see"

Rolling his optics Devcon just huffed. "Don't act like you don't smoke too. Smokescreen told me you used to sneak a pack when nobody was looking" He then returned the smile with his own before waving over to an empty table. "Come sit, I wouldn't mind catching up a little with the autobots. You guys did take me in after all"

"Yes, so we did" Taking a seat Prowl narrowed his optics sharply. If Devcon was already tipsy this could make things either easier or more challenging. "So, how have you been? You vanished then suddenly return. Something must have you brought you back here" Reaching out he waved over the waiter, quietly ordering a drink before returning his gaze back to the blue mech. Field now bubbling with antispation.

"About that..." Taking a swig of his drink, Devcon's field and optics grew dim. The once confident mech now slumping in his seat. "I've been running from some dangerous people" Another sip. "Collected up some debt and now trying to find a way to pay it back before, well..."

Ah, so that's why. Here Prowl thought that some sense was finally knocked into the younger bot. Still debt was a serious issue and maybe some advice wouldn't hurt.

"How much debt are we talking here?" Prowl tapped digit on the table.

"About 5000 sharnix or so"

Snorting a laugh, all the black and white mech could do was roll his optics. A young bot ranking up that much debt, what an utter fool. "May I ask how did you gather up so much? Surely you didn't collect all that from bar tabs"

Lowering his helm all Devcon did was sigh. "No, it was gambling and I didn't know the business was run by some shady bounty hunters. Not until they tried to take me in to some Decepticons for a reward"

"Reward?" That made Prowl's lines run cold. "What kind of reward?"

"Mistaken identity" Shrugging the blue mech took a puff of his cygar before tapping his digits against the table. "Thought I was a bot called Blurr, who I've never met. So they'd let me go, not without the debt first"

Prowl's whole frame tensed. Door wings alert with light twitches as he scanned over the words. It wasn't strange for the Decepticons to send out bounties, he had seen a couple himself when passing neutral zones. Yet them mistaking Devcon for Blurr was far to close for comfort. One where he still wasn't sure if it was worth telling this young mech the truth.

Thankfully the waiter returning quickly snapped Prowl back to his senses. Once his drink was placed onto the table a sense of relief washed over him. Picking up the glass Prowl swirled the engex simply watching it create a small whirlpool, before taking a sip. "Yes, that is unfortunate but I can see the resemblance"

Devcon tilted his helm, a confused expression on his face. "That similar, eh?" Flicking his cygar his attention would be drawn back to his drink. With one last gulp the glass became empty. "I suppose I can't help but feel sorry for the kid. Getting mixed up with me and those cons all for what? Some sharnix"

"Yes, it is disappointing" An opening. "Then again, a sire who never met their sparkling wouldn't know" Oh and the look on Devcon's face is priceless.

Perhaps it was worth talking about hidden secrets after all.

The crew of the LL held a betting pool on who would get sparked first. Hardly anyone guessed that Drift would go into an overdue rut and spark up both of his mates at the same time.

They then started a new pool on who would give birth first but only Nautica and Brainstorm bet the bitties would emerge on the same day.

The bitties are affectionately called the twins because of this and they do share a similar appearance. However, no one's prepared for their alt modes being completely different than expected.

While Twin 1 (Roddy's) is a truck, Twin 2 (Ratchet's) is some kind of flight mode. Roddy's CNA, well more like his creators are to blame lmao

What do you think? :3

Imagine their first night together. Its soft, gentle, while whispers and light touches dance along their frames. Rodimus can't help but melt into it with each kiss. By the time morning comes around all three of them are snuggled together lightly purring away.

For a while it remained like this. A shy kiss here or a silent glance there. They needed no words to express how much they loved each other. But everything changed one night.

Heat cycles were nothing new to Rodimus. Long days stuck in his room sitting in a nest of blankets, with nothing but energon cubes to keep him company. But now he had Megatron and Ultra Magnus by his side. It both frightened and excited him.

Would they be rough and brutish or slow and sweet, it sent a thrill down his spine. As he counted down the days of his next cycle he eagerly waited. Spoiler flapping wildly behind him as he watched they way his partners grew more protective. Optics full of desire.

Oh the big day could't come any sooner.

-🤭

Yes, the sparklings get along with it ! Also, the rest of Autobots high command, because well, if it allows Optimus and Ratchet to be left alone (also : it's just hilarious). When asked about his "step-sire", Hot Rod answers : "Ah um yes. My carrier is truly lucky to have him" (he doesn't mention : as a best friend). The twins say : "They are inseparable" (of course they are : bff, each other's emotional support, and here to stop the other to do something stupid/overwork himself). First Aid adds : "My parents truly love each other" (by "parents" : Ratchet and Deadlock/Drift of course).

The bots who are not aware of these two bff's past say shit like "Glad you finally settled down, sparklings need their two parents" (these sparklings had already two parents. The other parents just happen to be two of the most terrifying Decepticons).

Meanwhile, in Decepticons QG, Deadlock is mending his broken heart, and thinking about the beginning of a plan to become a better bot and become the mech Ratchet deserves to have. Shockwave, in his lab, is going error 404 : "Illogical ! Orion Pax, now Optimus Prime, doesn't break vows such as Conjunx' vows ! And I shouldn't be affected like that !" (He is affected like that. The shadowplay is wearing). Soundwave is just here, enjoying the drama.

I love this lol

They absolutely would and shockwave might “accidentally” cause a MASSIVE scene going after his Optimus and “kissing” him in front of everyone with cameras televising the entire thing lol

Do you think there's been a time where Rodimus tries to give Ratchet a head bonk kiss, only for their helm crests to get tangled. Both of them awkwardly standing there just gazing into each others optics while they wait for Drift to come the rescue.

Once free Rodimus tries to do it all over again. Much to his conjunxes dismay.

-✨

This is so funny lol

Ever since Hot Rod was a foal the elders of the herd told him he was destined for greatness. To take his father's place and lead their herd to greatness and unite both Auto and Decepticon herds as one. Being one of the last outliers didn't help either.

Hot Rod didn't want that, responsibility and leadership just wasn't his thing. Instead he craved freedom, to run along the endless fields and explore the ends of their world. No worries or care just himself, a gentle breeze and lastly freedom.

However as the years go by everything begins to change. No longer a foal Hot Rod was now a young centaur. Maroon red coat, golden mane and sky blue eyes, he was truly eye catching.

But that was the problem...

Getting attention was one thing however getting the unwanted advances of eager stallions was another. Trying to peacefully graze soon became crowded as prideful stallions snort, buck and posturing. All trying to catch Hot Rod's eye, hoping one of them will become his chosen mate.

It was exhausting.

Even when he tried to seek advice from his father Optimus, all he said is that he should remained focused on the herd. Choosing a mate should be second priority, since it won't be long now where he takes over leadership. That quickly turned into an argument that resulted in Hot Rod storming away to the far edges of the herd.

Hot Rod wasn't sure why everyone wanted him to do one thing or the other. Always desired like sweet candy or pushed to become the perfect role model and leader. It felt like everyone had picked a path for him to follow with no say in the matter. Still there was one centaur he could lean on.

Ultra Magnus, a large blue draft horse with white socks. Unlike everyone else he wasn't so pushy, instead he quietly listened and offered advice if needed. Sometimes he'll guide Hot Rod to make the right choices, even if he doesn't personally want too. Although despite his temper or strict rule following, Hot Rod couldn't help but be smitten with the big centaur. Some days he'll find himself day dreaming running off with Magnus and starting their own little herd, even though he knew Optimus wouldn't allow it. All because he had to choose a mate from the decepticon herd.

But they still had their moments. Peaceful little escapes into the night where no one could find them. Spending hours watching the stars or chasing after each other in a meadow. These are what Hot Rod cherished. A moment where they both can just be free.

Once dawn rose things returned to normal. Regretfully Hot Rod wished the nights lasted longer, for another hour just by Magnus's side. With one last kiss they departed pretending nothing happened the night before. Heart aching each time. This time it hurt more than usual, yet there was no time to wallow.

Leadership called and today was no different.

-💙

Blue this is so good!!!

It hurts knowing roddy is probably gonna end up mated to some deceptaur he doesn’t even like all for the sake of peace.

If he has younger siblings that might get called on if he doesn’t, he definitely won’t risk it.

I can see roddy going off in the night of his mating to meet up with Magnus. If he has to lay down with his forced mate he wants Magnus to be the first to touch him. He’s gone for a long time and comes back when his mate is already drunk and lets him touch but makes it quick and when his mate passes out, he opens the secret passage and Magnus is right there ready to comfort and touch him once again.

Drift and Rafchet had been looking for him, with little success on the barren planet until they hear a piercing shriek and rush over, expecting the worst. Instead they find rodimus, optics dim and exahsuted, cradling twin bitties on his chassis, with energon ans fluids in a puddle beneath him.

Ratchet immediately goes to check on him, but backs off when rodimus tenses. Rodimus doesnt think he deserves the help, and it takes both bitties crying non stop for him to let drift console them while ratchet fixes him up. While drift is holding them is when he notices that him and ratchet are the sires.

Ratchets noticing the same thing, since the timeline for these bitties would be traced back to them trying to court rodimus, and then he ran off before they could properly ask him out.

Ratchet gets rodimus comfortable enough to move him to their small shuttle, grumbling about his poor health all the while. Eventually he takes the bitties for a check up, and rodimus wakes up again to ratchet giving a kiss to their helms, making them giggle. He stays still on the berth for a little longer, letting himself hope that this can be his future.

They get nervous when he's around, they sneak away, or they find some excuse for him to leave. The other day, Ratched rudely kicked him out of the infirmary.

Rodimus was not happy about it, but he understand why they're like this with him.

After everything that's happened, he can only think of one thing to do: talk to Megatron and Minimus to get a few days off. He promises that when he gets back, he'll lock himself in his office to work. Only for Drift and Ratched to desperately search for Megatron and Minimus when he's gone.

They can't find Rodimus anywhere, and they laments that their efforts to surprise him with a declaration that they wanted him as a conjux have been ruined.

"Should we tell them where he is?"

"No, let them suffer for a while."

What do you think will happen next? 🤔🤔

I think they’re idiots for not sneaking a proposal WHILE being sweet with him lol they’re idiots but they’re idiots in love.

They’ll most likely jump ship and go looking for him. This is the one time ratchet will rely on Drift using spiritual means to track Rodimus down and he’s slightly annoyed at Drift’s smug grin when it works.