cozy

Hawks was beyond ecstatic to see the effect his tail oil on had on Dabi and he couldn’t wait to slather Dabi’s hole with that same oil.

Dabi’s accepted his mating proposal without even knowing it and Hawks is far too happy to let the opportunity pass him by.

Six weeks would pass since Mistral's birth and life on the Lost Light had only gotten busier. With Rodimus recovering from emergence all captain duties fell to Megatron. As far as the crew knew, both carrier and sparking are well and growing stronger each day. That's all Rodimus wanted them to know.

Carefully hidden from view, far from the stress of the day both carrier and sparkling sat inside their hab. Well, one of them was.

"Mistral..." A low groan would escape the red speedster as tiny servos pawed at his cheek. "You're supposed to be taking a nap. Not trying to poke my optics out"

Yellow optics blinked up confused. Mistral paused servo resting on her carrier's cheek. Tiny face souring as she tried to read the mixed emotions of her carrier's field.

"I don't know where you get all this energy from, tiny light" Rodimus sighed as he lightly booped Mistral's nose, making his daughter giggle. "Still, you should be sleeping. Otherwise both of us will just become cranky and we don't don't want that, do we?"

Mistral just cooed as she blanky looked up at her carrier. Tiny servos gripping tightly onto Rodimus's golden servo, not wanting him to go.

Letting himself sink into the sofa all Rodimus could do was roll his optics. Raising a sparkling was harder than he thought. Even harder when you're trying to keep the truth of her creation a secret. For once he was thankful that Megatron had taken over his captain duties. He still wasn't sure if he could face his crew.

At least not yet...

Just then there was a knock at the door.

---

A wave of dread washed over Rodimus's spark. Instinctively he pulled Mistral closer to his chest, while his optics locked onto the door. There shouldn't be anyone visiting so why...?

"Rodimus, are you in there?" It was Drift.

"Scrap!" Quickly turning on his pedes, Rodimus would carefully put Mistral down in her cradle. Drift was the last bot he wanted to see and he really didn't want his Amica to discover his secret daughter.

Mistral gave a low whine. Her servos making grabbing motions as her carrier pulled away.

"Don't worry, tiny light" Rodimus gave a sorrowful smile. "Carry will just be a nanno-klick, promise"

Even as he slowly made his way towards the hab door, the weight and guilt still felt too heavy. Did he even deserve to speak with Drift? After everything he's done? Taking a vent he reached for the panel. Servo hovering as he looked back to his sparkling. After today everything will change. He just hopes he has a strength to handle it.

Once the panel turned green it didn't take long for the hab door to open. Standing on the other side was Drift, optics dim and his smile torn. It was clear the white mech had a few skipped nights of recharge.

"Can we talk?" Drift's tone was stern but gentle. EM field held close to his frame as he stepped into the room. "I promise it will be quick"

"You really shouldn't be here..." Rodimus crossed his arms over his chest. Spoiler hanging low along his back. "If Megatron sees you he'll-"

Suddenly Drift took a step forwards, helm finials low and he pulled the red speedster into a hug. EM field now buzzing with a mix of relief, worry and happiness.

"I know" Another squeeze "But I could care less. You and the sparkling are more important to me right now"

Rodimus could tears beginning to pool up at the edges of his optics. Spoiler trembling with his own mix of emotions. "How- how much do you know?"

"Everything" A choked sob tried to escape the white mech's voice box. "Primus, I'm so sorry Roddy. Truely!"

Finally returning the hug, Rodimus lost the fight with his optics. Tears pooled down his cheeks as he buried his face into the crook of Drift's neck. "Me too. I'm so, so sorry"

For a long moment they just hugged. There was no rush to pull away, not after all the weeks of beaning away. Eventually Rodimus needed to let go, as the familiar whines of his daughter quickly got his attention.

"Hey, its okay" Rodimus shooshed as he quickly picked up Mistral from her cradle. After a few light bounces she began to settle, though she was still a bit fussy. "I know your getting hungry. Just wait a little tiny light, okay?"

"Is that, her?" Drift spoke quietly. "Primus she's so small"

"Small but healthy" Rodimus smiled warmly as he turned to face his amica once more. "She has your optics"

Drift just blinked as he quietly gazed down at Mistral. A sense of pride filling his spark as those golden optics looked up at him. Full of awe and curiosity.

"You can hold her if you want" Rodimus walked a little closer. A gentle, welcoming smile on his lips.

"Oh, uhh sure" Snapping back to his senses Drift carefully held out his servos. Once Mistral was in his arms, did he only realise how small his daughter was. Tiny, bold and yet perfect. "You've got Ratty's Alt-mode and colors"

As he watched the scene unfold guilt still knawed its way to his spark. Rodimus knew that Mistral deserved to know her true sires but at this stage she was too fragile to jump between sires. Real and adopted.

"Roddy" Drift's optics where back on the red mech. "I know your spark belongs to Megatron. Both me and Ratchet know we can't steal you away, despite how much we wish we could" A low laugh. "But we still want to see you and Mistral happy"

"You don't mean...?"

Drift gave a nod. A sorrowful smile on his face. "We won't tell the crew about the party or the drunken one night stand" Gentlely he returned Mistral back to her carrier, despite wanting to keep holding her for a little bit longer. "Instead if anyone asks, we'll just say that you and Megatron were having trouble conceiving a sparkling, so you asked me and Ratchet to be donners"

"No mess, no drama"

"But won't that lie fall through if me and Megs decide to have more sparklings?" Worry quickly returned to Rodimus's spark as he thought out the possible future. Surely the crew would see through the lies.

Drift shook his head. "I don't think so. Not if you tell them, that you've both got lucky that time around or something along those lines"

"I-I don't know what to say, Drift" Rodimus looked down at Mistral, giving her light nuzzle before returning his gaze back to Drift. "Thank you"

"Of course" A light chuckle rumbled in the white speedsters chest. "I'll always love you, Roddy. Even if you're not mine"

A warm smile fell on Rodimus's lips. "Tell ratchet I said thanks. He's a huge help too"

Drift nodded before turning to leave. A wave of lineaging love on his field as he did so. "Will do, take Roddy and Mistral"

Just then as the hab door once again shut closed. A tiny voice spoke up for the first time. "Bye-bye"

awwww mistral said her first word!! So sweet!

Waiting for news had never been fun, even less so when you're waiting on an update for your partner. Sitting in a chair far too small, all Megatron could do is cross his arms over his chassis as he stares blanky at the waiting room sign.

He just hoped both Rodimus and Mistral were okay. They both seemed fine when he brought them in but you can never be too careful when it came to new carriers and sparklings. Experience had shown him how quickly their health can decline despite looking healthy on the surface.

"Captain?" First Aid called out, datapad in his servos.

"Hello First Aid, how are they?" Greeting with a smile Megatron slowly rose back onto his pedes. Thankful that he didn't have to sit in that tiny chair anymore.

First Aid's optics squinted in what seemed like a smile. His EM field open and sending light bubbling waves of reinsurance. "Both Rodimus and his daughter are healthy. Though knowing his unique ability, I'll need to run some more tests on Mistral. Only then will I be able to confirm if she has an outlier"

A rush of relief swept through Megatron's spark. Good, that was one problem solved. Now, he had to deal with the no show sires and why they thought it to be appropriate to lay their servos on his partner. "That's wonderful news First Aid" The co-captain gave a small grin. "If it's no bother I would like if you kept me updated on Rodimus and his daughter's condition. I would check in on myself but I have an important meeting to get too, and Magnus won't allow two of the ships captain's absent"

"Oh, of course!" First Aid nodded "I should be able to update you in the next joor, if I'm not busy later on"

"There's no rush, young doctor" Waving a servo Megatron turned to leave. He already had an idea where Ratchet spent most of his days after his retirement. "Just let me know the soonest you can" With that he stepped into the hallway the medbay door's quietly shutting with a woosh.

Now where was that mech?

---

It didn't take very long to track down the former CMO. Ratchet was lazily relaxing in the ships library. From what Megatron could see through the crack of the door, it seemed like a romance novel of sorts. Ironic, considering the topic of their soon to be 'talk'. Megatron just hoped no one else is sitting inside, otherwise this could ugly very fast.

Opening the door and stepping inside, it didn't take very long for Ratchet to notice Megatron's presence. Optics flicking up from the holobook and towards the grey mech. Ratchet must have sensed their coming talk, as he quickly placed the book onto a near by table.

"Afternoon Captain, what brings you here?" Ratchet greeted with his familiar grumble.

"I was hoping to run into you actually" Keeping a stern face and making sure his EM field was kept closed, he took a seat next to Ratchet. "There's something I wish to discusses with you"

The white and orange mech shifted in his seat clearly uncomfortable. Part of Megatron wondered if he already knew what was coming next. He couldn't hide the smile, as a faint flicker of joy danced in his spark. Still, he needed to remind himself not to get angry, not yet.

"What is it?" Ratchet huffed. Annoyance flashing in his optics as he returned his gaze back to Megatron.

"I was wondering if you have heard the news" Megatron turned to face the white and orange mech, a fake smile on his lips. "Rodimus delivered a sparkling this morning"

Ratchet's optics widened a little as a mix of emotions washed over his face. His EM field was hard to read, though there was a patten of joy and worry. "Oh, well send him my congrats"

"I will" Now was his chance. "However one thing sticks out to me. When I got a good look at the bittie I couldn't help but be reminded of you. They have quite the rebalance, doctor"

"What?!" The white and orange mech's optics cycled wide. His once low humming field now jagged with anxiety. "That shouldn't- we were careful..."

Megatron would lean back on the chair, his red optics not leaving Ratchet once as he kept a calm level-tone. "Ah, so you're the mystery sire. I guess Drift gave his approval for your little escapade. Otherwise, it would be a huge shame to find out his conjunx went behind his back and had an affair" His fake smile grew as his optics met Ratchet's.

"No he, urgh" Ratchet would face palm. He knew he was cornered, the news that both he and Drift are sires seemed unbelievable. Still, seeing Megatron's knowing grin, it was likely the truth. "We were both with Rodimus, but he never told us about being sparked. Primus, if I knew I wouldn't be sitting here now would I?!"

"Well, that's because he felt guilty" Oh, the surge of amusement that rushed through Megatron's lines when he saw Ratchet's confused face. It's enough to make him laugh.

Ratchet quickly stood up to his pedes. Anxiety quickly replaced with frustration as he glared down his co-captain. "What do you mean about that?!"

There's the hook Megatron was looking for. Of course he knew there was a chance both Ratchet didn't know that he was courting Rodimus thanks to their little honeymoon. Then again word got around quickly on this ship, they likely heard someone talk about their co-captain's fragging once or twice. Still, that didn't excuse them.

"He didn't tell you?" Megatron's tone grew softer yet the eeriness remained. "He and I are courting after all. Though I have already forgiven him. Though you two on the other hand, depending on what happened on the night you sparked my future conjunx. I might still have some forgiveness in my spark"

Ratchet swallowed hard. He had almost forgotten how dangerous those words could be or how those red optics made his plaiting crawl. "We were drunk and just sharing jokes. Just a normal drink between friends but..."

"But?"

"On the way back to our habs the atmosphere changed" The former CMO pressed his servo to his helm. "I don't know what changed but...before I knew it we were kissing and stumbling to open the door. It wasn't until the next morning did I realise what we've done."

Megatron narrowed his optics for a long moment. He's aware that Rodimus used to have feelings for both Ratchet and Drift. A few teary nights sobbing into his shoulder told him enough. However he wasn't ready to let his lover go, he's one of the few good things he has left in this world and he's willing to fight for it.

"Considering it was a drunken fling, I'll forgive" Getting back onto his pedes Megatron turned to give one last glance at Ratchet. "However I'm unsure if Rodimus will let you near his sparkling. At least not until he's sure there will be no energon spilt over custody" Part of his spark would gladly spend the night in the brig if meant keeping them both safe.

"Yeah, I figured as much..." Lowering his helm Ratchet just grumbled. There's a lot of news he needs to tell Drift and deep down he knew it wouldn't go smoothly.

"Just-" The words got caught in the former CMO's intake. "Just keep them safe..."

"Of course"

---

"Hey you" Rodimus greeted with a sleepy smile as the door to his room creaked open. In his arms was Mistral safely wrapped up in blankets and tucked away. "Where did you disappear to? I was hoping to get a cute picture of you holding Mistral before she fell asleep"

Giving a warm chuckle Megatron joined Rodimus's side. Leaning down he placed a gentle kiss on his partner's helm. "My apologies, I just needed to take part in a quick meeting. Sorry I kept you waiting love"

Happily flicking his spoiler Rodimus's smile grew on his lips. "Well give me a heads up next time. Or I can and will make sure Magnus lectures your audials off about responsibilities, again"

Megatron grumbled defeated. "Very well" His attention then turned to the tiny sparkling. Even now he could feel the faint flickers of a creator bond calling out to him. And for once in his long functioning, he gladly accepted it.

"Do you think she'll become a medic or take over as captain some day?" Rodimus wondered out loud, his own gaze now fixed on his daughter.

"Hmm, whatever she chooses..." Megatron gave a found smile as he reached out, to lightly stroke Mistral's cheek with a digit. "I know we'll be there to support her"

"Yeah" With a tired chuckle Rodimus would place one careful nuzzle on Mistral's helm, before his optics flickered over to Megatron's face. "And Megs?"

"Hm?"

Reaching out with his EM field, a wave of loving warmth would brush up against the grey mech's own. Bright sky blue optics, normally full with confidence, now with love gazed into soft reds. "I wanted to say thank you..." Blush began to dust the red mech's cheeks. "For loving me"

"Oh, my precious ember" With his own gentle chuckle, Megatron kneeled down onto one knee. His own optics reflecting that same warm reflection and devotion of love. "I should be the one saying thank you. I'm not worthy of both you and Mistral's love"

"Well, I think you deserve it now" Rodimus was the first to lean in for a kiss. Spoiler lightly flutter behind him as he watched his partner's cheeks turn a faint pink hue. "You did bring us to the medbay when you could've just left us in a empty room"

"Plus" It was Rodimus's turn to blush. "I think you'd be a pretty good sire, that's if you want to be"

Megatron proudly smiled. Spark already blooming with that prideful desire to love and protect. "My love, I'll stay by you and Mistral's side as long as you'll let me"

"Then yes!" A wide smile fell on Rodimus face. "Yes, I want you to stay, for as long as our sparks beat"

"Until the day mine is extinguished, its yours, Rodimus Prime of Nyon"

"Until then, Megatron of Tarn"

Awwww, this is so sweet!

He isn’t stubborn or trying to do dangerous things like Prowl or Optimus did while carrying.

He will take frequent breaks unlike Ratchet who tried to power through like normal much to Drift’s annoyance.

He won’t skip appointments and actually listens to doctors orders unlike Starscream who learned the hard way his first carriage.

And he isn’t downplaying his pain like Bee and Cliff did during their carriage.

He’s pretty chill and sleeps most of the time. He even does his desk work much to EVERY bots surprise.

His only problem?

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