#minimegadratchrod

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He could hear Minimus and Megatron puttering around in the washracks. Rodimus squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face into his pillow. His thighs and hips ached, and there was a dent in his collar that he really wanted to heat up and work on popping out. He was also sticky in a lot of his joints. Showering would be good.

But Mins and Megs were in there, and he could hear them being sweet with each other.

He could still hear them, soft laughs, the press of metal on metal, Minimus shushing Megatron so that Rodimus couldn’t hear. Couldn’t interrupt. Primus, he was stupid, why was he here? Just getting in the way.

Megatron laughed again, a low noise, and this time when Mins hushed him it was with a quiet scold about waking Rodimus. The pit in his tanks gnawed at him, he should just go, so they could enjoy their morning. He wanted to crawl into someones lap and cry, but the only people he wanted other than them was Drift and Ratchet and they were having their own private morning he shouldn’t fucking invade—

Rodimus pressed his face harder into the pillow and swallowed hard. This was supposed to be fun. They were his friends, he loved them—and they loved each other, and that was that, that was all.

The berth dipped and a hand tugged gently at Rodimus’ shoulder. “Time to wake up,” said Megatron with some amusement, prying him away from the pillow, his hand tracing over the curve of his shoulder and dipping into the seam of his arm. “I want to make sure we have time to clean you up—Rodimus? What’s wrong?”

Rodimus shook his head and tried to turn his face away but Megatron caught his jaw and tugged him up into his lap, holding him close, stupidly, perfectly like Rodimus wanted.

“Are you alright?” said Megatron, eyes scanning Rodimus’s frame carefully, fingers gently probing at metal. “Did we push too far with you last night?”

“I’m fine, go keep Mims company,” groused Rodimus, tugging his face away. “I’m being stupid, that’s all.”

“If it's upsetting you like this then it's a stupid I want to help with,” said Megatron, giving up on checking him over and rubbing the back of his shoulder where his spoiler covered the plating. “It can hardly be worse than anything on our desk.”

“Everything waiting for a captain’s attention right now is of formal importance,” scolded Minimus, climbing up onto the berth on his other side and loosely clasping Rodimus’s hand. “Please tell us what’s wrong? We can promise not to mock you, if that would be reassuring.”

Rodimus snorted, not quite able to pull his hand away, soaking in the comfort they were giving him even though it would make it that much harder when he had to leave. “It’s fine. I’m fine, I didn’t mean to mess up your shower.”

“You didn’t,” said Minimus seriously, rubbing his hand gently. “Megatron assured me he could comfort you until I finished the first stage of cleaning and that he’d yell if you were injured. If it would make you feel better you could join us to clean up?”

Rodimus was close enough to hear how carefully Megatron suspended his vocals for that moment, and he pressed down the bubble of hysterical laughter at Minimus’s priorities. He couldn’t quite stop the wave of sadness though—so many accommodations for his bullshit he kept dropping on them.

Both of them gripped him tighter at that, and Rodimus realised that whatever his emotions had done was showing in his face or frame. He swore, trying to hide his face again, and Minimus tutted loudly, rocking up and pressing a kiss to the bridge of Rodimus’s nose.

His facial insignia brushed against Rodimus’s chevron as he pulled back. “Please talk to us,” he urged. “I don’t want to leave you pushing anything down to fester when we can help you work through it.”

Megatron hummed in agreement, his engine a low and reassuring rumble. When he spoke it sounded like he was choosing his words very carefully. “I understand, when people are reaching out their hands, that it can be difficult to trust that you’ll be caught safely.”

Rodimus shook his head immediately, processor reeling a little from the attention that was a little too focused on him, his emotions. Megatron kept speaking though, his hand gently stroking that same pattern under his spoiler.

“We—we are here for you. We care about you and want to catch you,” finished Megatron, sounding like he was swallowing something with great difficulty.

“I know,” said Rodimus, unconvincing even to his own ears. “I know, it’s fine, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Minimus and Megatron shared a look over his head, and Rodimus felt his spark sink as they had some kind of silent argument. Minimus was the one who spoke, and he braced himself, ready for the gentle let down. Too much. He was always too fucking much for people, making his problems too loud.

“Would you like us to call Drift and Ratchet?” asked Minimus hesitantly. “If you’d feel more supported with their company, instead.”

What? Rodimus stared at him blankly, and Minimus had another one of those complicated silent conversations over his head.

Megatron’s grip tightened around his waist. “We do know they’ve been courting you as well,” he said, sounding like he was trying to inject good humour into his tone and failing. “If you’d be happier sharing your ills with them, we can call them, or walk you over there. Whatever would make you comfortable.”

“What?” blurted Rodimus without thinking, pushing back into his grip. “That’s not—I’m not—no one’s courting me, I’m just bouncing between you four, I’m trying not to get in your way—”

“Rodimus!” snapped Minimus, sounding alarmed, and Rodimus winced. “You’re not in the way. You’re—we’d never presume to claim you, we don’t want to diminish your feelings for Drift and Ratchet—”

“Though if you want to stay with us forever we’d be happy to steal you away—”

Minimus smacked Megatron’s knee and increased his volume to talk over him, though Rodimus already felt like he was reeling from that alone.

“Or theirs for you, but you must know that Megatron and I consider you an equal part of our relationship.”

Minimus laced his fingers together with Rodimus’s and squeezed gently, maintaining an uncanny level of eye contact. Warm lips pressed to the back of his head, and when he looked up Megatron kissed his lips. “Official or not, you are our third,” Megatron said firmly, holding his gaze. “And if you ever feel that Ratchet and Drift aren’t holding you to appropriate regard we will claim you and conjunx you in a sparkbeat.”

Minimus smacked his knee again, and Megatron ignored it, still holding onto Rodimus’s gaze.

“We respect your relationships and feelings,” said Minimus, impatiently, glaring at Megatron. “Possessiveness aside.”

Megatron sniffed, his vents flaring and Rodimus felt a strange burble of laughter flood through him, squeezing his eyes shut. “What?” he said, wanting to scrub the coolant from his face but not wanting to let go of Minimus or pull away from Megatron. “I don’t. I mean, slag, I love you both, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” said Minimus with a frown. “Are you feeling al—oh for the love of Primus!”

Someone was at the door, having forgone regular notification to bang loudly on it. Megatron rolled his eyes to the ceiling and sighed deeply, and Minimus stood, kissing Rodimus on the head and going to see who it was.

“Excuse me, we’re—oh, Drift is everything alright?”

“I don’t know, is it?” snapped Drift from the doorway, stepping around Minimus and making a beeline for Rodimus, ignoring Megatron’s glare. “Roddy, are you okay?”

Rodimus stared up at him, mystified, before he realised that there was a strange tugging on his spark that eased the closer Drift got to him, and he flushed deeply. They’d never bonded, but Drift was the only one he’d ever shared sparklight with, and they’d done so enough times to have an awareness of each other.

“I’m okay,” he said, trying not to laugh as Drift’s frown deepened. Now he was paying attention to his own systems he could feel Drift’s sharp concern up against him, reaching out with comfort, and he had a collection of messages waiting for his attention.

Ratchet: Are you alright?

Ratchet: Drift is worried. If you don’t need help can you reassure our idiot of that?

Ratchet: If you do need help he’s on the way. I’m in medbay and I can fix whatever it is.

Ratchet: If you need someone to put Minimus and Megatron in their place I can do that too.

Rodimus: He’s here, I’m okay.

Rodimus: Thanks Ratch.

Ratchet: Good. Let him pamper you since I’m not there to help.

Drift was attempting to worm his way into hugging Rodimus, without much luck since Megatron was unwilling to relinquish his grip and Rodimus did laugh this time, resetting his vocaliser to clear it. He squirmed a little to sit up in Megatron’s grip and leaned forward to press his head against Drift’s shoulder.

“I’m okay, I promise,” he said, pushing as much emotion as he could into the words and his spark along with it. “I know I’m awful at understanding things—”

“Understatement,” said Drift immediately, but the pulse of affection from him was so strong that Rodimus shivered, laughing.

“I don’t deserve any of you,” he muttered into Drift’s shoulder.

“Don’t be stupid,” chided Megatron. “You deserve to be cherished properly.”

Rodimus tried not to flinch, and was only half successful.

“You do,” said Drift firmly. “And we do, cherish you. If these two haven’t lived up to that—”

“And if Drift and Ratchet have ever failed to—”

“Stop it,” snapped Minimus, waving his hand between Megatron and Drift’s faces. “This is exactly what we are supposed to avoid doing. Stop pressuring Rodimus one way or another.”

Warmth burned low in Rodimus’s chest and he swallowed, letting himself trust just a little. “Thanks Mims,” he said, reaching for him around Drift. “Sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you all.”

“That’s what we’re here for,” said Drift serenely. “Because we love you and cherish you.”

“Yeah,” said Rodimus, smiling against the warm plating. “I think I’m starting to get that.”

😭😭 whoever you are, thank you.

I wish i could like & repost this ten times because i love this. Everything about this.

Ooooh anon i love this!!!!

I just know roddy is sooooo embarrassed and gets up to leave. He does not want to be seen for a while especially since he already looks sparked with all the transfluid inside him.

Of course he’s so full and stuffed he can’t get up on his own and it literally looks like a fully grown watermelon is stuffed inside him.

He needs their help to lift up, stand, use the wash racks and get into the oil soak.

….he’s crying because of it. He already asked to be alone so they don’t see him cry but they get a feeling something is wrong.

His Emotive field still out of whack. He’s not a happy bot and He’s freaking out a little because none of the transfluid is spilling out in the oil soak and he’s dialing first aid for transfluid remover right after.

If he ends up sparked 👀 up to you anon 👀 if not thats fine too lol

But rodimus definitely knows he’s ruined their friendships and interfered with their relationships/conjunxing.

Same anon here, I love sparked Rodimus. I also being mean to him. After interfacing with four mechs during heat, he’s sparked with 6-10 sparklings. You can pick the exact amount. Rodimus basically faints when First Aid tells him the news. As Roddy gets further into his pregnancy, he’s bedridden, unable to move without help, belly big and heavy. Good things, his four sires are there, one of them is always there with him at all times, constantly reassuring him that they love him, want him, and that he has not ruined anything between them. Ratchet makes sure he’s healthy, Drift cuddles with Roddy on the berth whenever Rodimus is feeling down, Minimus in his alt-form rest against his belly, Megatron sits and works next to the berth, making conversation when Rodimus wants to.

Torturing Roddy some more, most of the sparklings are big and makes the emergence process much harder. Thankfully, the sparklings with more of Mins’ CNA are smaller but that doesn’t help much. His valve is ruined forever for anyone other than his mates. They still love him.

Heat anon i love this au and this part thank you!

I was thinking he has two sets of twins.

The first set to come from this are because of roddy’s heat and one bitty is both minimus and megatrons and the second twin is drift & ratchets.

They were not an easy emergence 👀

The second set of twins are the same as the first but this was right after Roddy had the first set. He was still extremely fertile as are most who’ve just given emergence. They wanted to prove he was still attractive soooo they make love to him and enjoyed the new changes to his frame that he hated…

Well they enjoyed it soooo much they managed to break their spike wraps and spill inside him….

He was not..a happy bot…

Sooo he’s still healing when he’s told he’s sparked again..

He does a lot of yelling and throwing things and crying..

Understandable, every single emotion is completely out of whack and he hasn’t had time to heal or recover from emergence yet soo understandable definitely…

later when he can walk again and move around, he’s stuck trying not to be jumped by the mechs who sparked him because he’s just irresistible walking around with a sparkling bump and carrying helpless new sparks.

Roddy..does not want to look at them for a long time lol

Well fast forward to their sparklings being toddlers…they enter a rut all four of them at the same time and get roddy sparked…again….

But a bitty for each bot…he’s sparked with four bitties…all of them taking after the sires …

He always kept everything up to date when it came to sparkling protection and honestly i think his fear of sparklings and tank carrying and ruining his figure along with the long process it takes to carry and then being completely vulnerable and weak makes him stay on top of sparkling protection BUT!!!

Drift detangled himself from the cuddle pile that was Megatron, Minimus, Roddy and Ratty. Him and Roddy had found out they were Sparked Minimus, Megatron and Ratty have been slightly protective of them. After stretching his struts and joints he gently detangle Roddy out of the pile.

“Drift I was comfy.” He groaned.

“Come on we need to get to our appointment.”

Rodimus groaned but still followed the older bot.

Life on Cybertron and by extension the lost light has given them many blessings post war. Many a femme and mechs were carrying even those who thought impossible for them based off their age. Drift techniquely the oldest of their little cohort didn’t believe he could get Sparked when they were trying to get Rodimus Sparked. But apparently Primus decided to bless them both.

Roddy Grumbled the whole way to the office only to be placated when Perceptor greeted them. Pulling Roddy down into a hug. Mirroring Springer and Prowl. Although Prowl looked like he was the grumpy one. He settled next to Roddy when Blue Streak and Smokescreen came through dragging a grumpy faced Kup along with them to join the cuddle pile of Springer and Prowl. Both Kup and Prowls grumpy faces disappeared when they all joined together. The Spark Bond between Carriers, Creations and Siblings was such a unique one.

Whirl was bragging to Swerve and Skids about the future badassery that was Whirl Junior. Drift chuckled and leaned in closer to Roddy.

As everyone came to settle down Rung cleared his throat. Rewind took that as his cue to display his diagram.

The ancient Practice of Clans: How Bitlets and Carriers thrive when there raised together

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With the exception of Ratchet, Minimus and Megatron everyone mentioned is pregnant 😈

Theres someone out there who likes to "collect" bots with unique outlier abilities and the VERY unique pyro-kinesis displayed by Rodimus is something they very much desire to have in their collection. (The fact that hes not half bad looking is a bonus). Course when you have a trophy target who can literallly catch on fire you can't exactly throw a net over them and call it done.

Ah. But Rodimus has a mate. Or several mate as the case may be.

Well if anything were to happen to them he would absolutely come running into any trap. NO matter what it is.

I think roddy almost gets taken but kitty kat assassin wife drift attaches himself to the containment cube used to take rodimus and make him suffocate to k.o.

He stabs holes into the glass for air to flow and that helps buy time for minimus to transform and bit the chain off thats taking roddy away.

Lets say its midair, ratchet is strong enough to catch drift who has minimus on him and is holding the container with rodimus inside.

Sure they stumble but they’re okay, just some scraps and minor bruises.

Drift in punching out the glass with minimus and ratchet is trying to not only restart his engine but stabilize his spark.

Thanks to one pretty wild night Rodimus manges to spark up Drift, Ratchet, Megatron and Minimus all at once. He's so proud of himself.

His partners on the other hand? No so much, they wanted sparklings but not all at the same time. So they devise a plan to teach their horny conjunx a lesson. Poor Roddy never knew what hit him.

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He’s an idiot though so all his male wives do is drain him dry, let him wait on them servo & pede and be a goofy smiling idiot as they crush his hand when they enter emergence thankfully one at a time back to back.

I’m thinking of cyber werewolf/cat hybrid drift former deadlock

Vampire megatron?

Two Tailed fox minimus ambus?

Mage ratchet??

Fire fae or dragon or fire goddess decent rodimus??

Thinking of this for fall holiday 🎃

They are different species but they love each other no matter what.