Hello, Can You Write About How Hot Rod And Soundwave Fall In Love During Quintesson's Attack? :))

Hello, can you write about how Hot Rod and Soundwave fall in love during Quintesson's attack? :))

No one knows how it happened. Maybe Maccadams knows, but he was gone now. Which meant no one not even Hot Rod or Soundwave knew how they got together and people have asked. A lot of people and yet they never knew what to say.

They'd say it was because of the Quintessons and being forced to work together, which was partially true but the specifics were lost to them. One day they'd looked at each other and Soundwave found Hot Rod less annoying. Hot Rod found Soundwave not as evil. The two just seemed to fit together. Once they stopped fighting it was like everything clicked.

Like something they knew was missing was suddenly found.

If you asked Perceptor, Dead End, Whirl or Clobber. None of them would know as well. One day the two were fighting and the next they were working together.

They didn't think about it at the time too busy trying to free everyone else. It wasn't until they caught the two making out they realized the two were together or at least had something going on between them.

Perceptor chided himself for not knowing. He was usually more observant than that but he'd been distracted and hadn't realized.

Hot Rod and Soundwave didn't care. They loved each other and now the specifics didn't matter. They were just happy they finally found each other and got the chance to be together.

Soundwave doesn't want to show his face because he's embarrassed by his fangs

Ravage gave him an unimpressed look and he turned away from his adopted creator.

"You two have been dating for a while and are talking about moving in together."

"So?"

"Soundwave?"

Ravage sighed.

"I think it's time you showed him."

"I can't."

He shook his head frantically.

"You're planning on moving in together. Are you going to hide your face all the time?"

"I'll do what I have to. If he finds out he'll hate me."

"No he won't. Hot Rod will always love you, but I think it's time you showed him."

"No."

"Soundwave."

"No."

"Your relationship isn't going to last if you keep hiding yourself from him. Eventually you're going to destroy your own relationship fangs or not."

Soundwave gave him a frantic look. The very idea was unbearable. He couldn't imagine not spending his life with him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Show him."

He sighed knowing he was right. Even though he hated it.

"Fine... I'll show him."

During their next date Hot Rod gave him a worried look.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm fine."

He lied and Hot Rod frowned.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded even though he felt anything but fine.

"T-- there's something I have to tell you."

Hot Rod gave him a curious look.

"What is it?"

With shaking fingers he took off his mask and revealed his fangs.

He looked surprised for a moment and then hugged him. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled Hot Rod close. Still in shock and also amazement because Hot Rod was amazing.

Usually when he showed people his fangs they'd look terrified. They'd call him a monster and a freak frantically telling him to get out of their house.

Other Decepticons had fangs. Including Hot Rods best friend Drift but they weren't like his.

Those were for aesthetic purposes. A lot of Decepticons had gotten themselves fangs during the war. Wanting to make themselves scarier and differentiate themselves from Autobots.

His were real. They were bigger and sharper than those with fake ones. He was what they were trying to be without having to face the stigma surrounding his kind.

Unlike most people he drank from the living. His fangs were used to puncture holes into their lines, so he could drink from them.

He always hid this part of himself from Hot Rod. Worried he would hate him only to be proven wrong.

The two cuddled together and Hot Rid eventually fell asleep. He watched over him. Brushing a hand down his cheek, as he stared at him in amazement. Even after finding out what he was. Hot Rod let himself be vulnerable around him. His head was tilted to the side slightly and his neck was exposed. He could bite him at any moment and suck him dry. Yet Hot Rod trusted a monster like him not to hurt him.

It was everything he didn't know he wanted. Something he never allowed himself to dream of because he didn't think it was possible.

He loved Hot Rod so much. He was everything to him.

Rodimus hiding his sparkling bump from bots on the lost light

Megarod or dratchrod

Walking into the bathroom he stretched and looked in the mirror only to gasp. He took a step back and touched his belly which was swollen.

He frantically looked at the door. Reminding himself to be quiet because Ratchet and Drift are right outside.

"No this can't be happening."

He cried looking at his belly in the mirror. He's always been so careful. He didn't understand how this could have happened.

Memories flashed before his mind. People like him getting murdered. Their sparklings being taken or killed.

He felt tears fall because he was such an idiot. How could he let this happen?

He knew his belly would only get bigger. He thought about leaving. He could make up some kind of excuse to go off on his own and return when the sparkling is born.

The only problem would be Ratchet and Drift who would want to come along. He couldn't tell them especially Ratchet. Who would scan him and learn his dirty secret.

He couldn't handle their rejection. He loved them too much. He didn't want them to hate him for being disgusting and unnatural.

He carefully snuck out of their room. Sending them a message after he was gone that something came up.

Sneaking back to his room he broke down and cried. He held his belly bump and sobbed because he didn't know what he was going to do.

He always wanted a sparkling but he knew it wasn't possible. Tank carriers were still seen as disgusting and unnatural.

If anyone found out they would kill him and his sparkling. Rubbing his belly he couldn't let that happen. He'd rather die than lose his sparkling.

At first he pretended to be sick. Ignoring Ratchet and Drift when they tried to see him. On the rare occasions they managed to get through. He'd always hide himself behind all of his blankets.

Ratchet kept scanning him, but when he didn't know what to look for. All it showed was that he was sick.

He laid in bed staring at the ceiling for a long time. He knew he couldn't do this for much longer. Ratchet was getting worried and might bring him to the medbay. Where if they used one of their machines to scan him they'll definitely know.

Hearing a knock on the door. He was about to tell them to go away when Perceptor called out to him.

He was so confused that he let him in, wondering why he was coming to see him. If he needed supplies he could talk to Magnus and if Brainstorm was getting on his nerves he could speak to Megatron or send him a message. He didn't have to see him in person.

Perceptor walked over and gave him a serious look. Which made him squirm in discomfort.

"I know you're sparked."

"What...?"

He gave him a nervous.

"I'm sick."

"Rodimus. I know you are a tank carrier."

He froze staring at him in horror as he felt tears in his optics.

"How do you-- What are you talking about? Tank carriers have been eradicated."

He insisted giving him a frantic look. Terrified his secret was out and that he and his sparkling were going to die.

"If that were true I wouldn't be here."

He gasped staring at him in shock.

"You're a tank carrier?"

"Yes and I know how to help you."

"How?"

Perceptor held out a device.

"This will hide your bump."

The scientist showed him how to use it and he gasped.

"As long as no one touches your belly they'll have no idea. This will keep you safe."

Perceptor gave him a sad smile.

"I don't want anyone else to lose their sparkling because they are a tank carrier."

He gave him a confused look wondering what he was talking about when Perceptor quickly left. He stared down at the device in his hands and relaxed into bed feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He just need to be a little careful but his secret was safe.

Everything was going to be okay.

Hi, if you don’t mind, part two of Rodimus hiding his sparkling bump. Dratchrod edition.

The two manage to sneak up on him and touch his tanks when he’s at the half mark stage and are so shocked and confused until the device breaks since his tanks were touched and now they know.

He'd been so careful. More than he'd ever been in his life. Fully aware that if he slipped up at all his sparkling would lose their life.

He stayed away from crowded areas. Worried about someone accidentally bumping into him. As his belly grew he had to practice walking so it didn't look like he was waddling.

The hardest part was staying away from Ratchet and Drift since neither of them could keep their hands off him. Even when he asked them to stop. They acted like all he wanted to do was interface and when he refused they acted like something was wrong with him.

It hurt. He knew his reputation made him seem like he was share ware but he always thought Ratchet and Drift didn't see him like that. Although he should have known. No wonder they always wanted to interface with him.

Since they wouldn't stop touching him. Their hands occasionally getting too close to his belly. He made the tough decision to stay away from them. Worried about his secret getting out.

Sadly they were always coming around trying to talk with him. He knew they were worried they did something wrong and that's why he was pulling away. He felt guilty knowing he was hurting them, but he couldn't tell them. He knew how dangerous it was and he needed to protect his sparkling. Which is why he always made up some kind of excuse and quickly left.

He was terrified of them finding out and knew that it was for the best, that he broke things off anyway. They didn't love him. They just fragged him occasionally when they wanted to spice up their bedroom life.

He never blamed them and he was happy with the arrangement or at least that's what he thought.

It hurt a lot and he'd oftentimes go home and cry. Wishing they wanted to interface because they loved him. But at least it was something. Even if it wasn't what he wanted. He still got to have them in a way, so he should be happy with that and stop complaining.

Whenever they interfaced, he'd always leave right after because he knew they didn't want him around. After they were satisfied he'd clean up by himself. Scrubbing his frame until his paint began to chip. Unable to shake the feeling of being dirty no matter how many times he cleaned himself.

While he was leaving he'd watch as Drift and Ratchet cuddled together taking care of the other making sure they had energon and that they had fun. He wished someone would do that with him. He couldn't remember the last time someone gave him aftercare. He thought it might have been before the Lost Light left. When he'd hooked up with Soundwave because he'd miss him.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a yawn. Looking down at the paperwork in his hands he realized he'd been reading the same sentence repeatedly.

He felt exhausted and his whole body ached. Even though his bump was hidden he was still dealing with the symptoms.

Yawning again. He decided that he'd done enough work for the day and that he could finally rest.

He had an appointment later with Perceptor, where they'd check up on his sparkling.

He was the only one he trusted since he knew what it was like. He also couldn't go to a normal medic in fear of them finding out. They would tell Ratchet who would tell Drift. All of them would be disgusted by him and would kill his sparkling.

The very idea made him shake with fear. He barely resisted touching his belly. Having to wait until he was back in his room.

He already loved them so much and he hasn't even met them yet.

He would die for them and couldn't wait to hold them in his arms. He was a little nervous about being a creator because he was worried he'd mess everything up.

Perceptor tried to reassure him that he'd be an amazing carrier. He also told him about some of his own fears when he'd been sparked with his bitty. It always made him sad, knowing Perceptor had lost his sparkling. He couldn't imagine losing his own. The very idea was devastating.

He hummed softly as he walked. Even though he'd been avoiding Drift and Ratchet. They were constantly trying to make him talk to them, through various means.

Sometimes it made him a little uncomfortable and he wished they'd stop. He knew Drift cared for him as his Amica, but this was getting a little much, even for him.

Poor Ratchet was being dragged around even though he knew the medic had better things he wanted to do, then chase him around.

He was sure they could find someone else to frag now that he was busy. He wasn't special or anything. He was easily replaceable and most people would be happy if he left.

He sighed his feet aching. Luckily his room wasn't too far away.

Since they've been following him. Trying to get him to speak with them. They've been going everywhere he usually goes in the hopes of speaking with him. Including standing in the hallway waiting for him.

To avoid them he started going the long way back to his room. Which was hard on his body and would cause him to throw up. Luckily both Drift and Ratchet were on duty and couldn't bother him.

He enjoyed his walk continuing to hum to himself. It was a lullaby he remembered from when he was a sparkling. Although he couldn't remember who sang it to him. He just remembered the feeling of safety when he was in their arms.

He felt a tear fall when he remembered Nyon and quickly wiped it away. Cursing himself for his constant mood swings.

"Rodimus."

He froze staring at Ratchet and Drift as they came out of nowhere.

"Enough running we need to talk."

He shook his head.

"There's nothing to talk about."

He went to leave when Ratchet grabbed his hand.

"Stop avoiding us and tell us what's going on with you. Are you sick? Did we do something wrong?"

"Roddy we're worried about you. You're not acting like yourself."

"I'm fine."

He insisted feeling uncomfortable and wanting to leave. Of course the two tried to block him but he pushed past. The three struggled with Ratchet and Drift trying to make him stop so they could talk.

Drift wrapped his arms around his middle to stop him and he screamed in fear. Drift immediately let him go as he pressed himself again the wall sobbing and shaking in fear.

He felt the device break revealing his sparked belly. Which he tried to hide, while begging them to stop and let him go.

The two looked at him in shock when Perceptor came out of nowhere and punched them in the face.

They both staggered backwards looking at Perceptor in shock. The scientist pushed past them and grabbed Rodimus. Carefully taking him back to his room and making sure he avoided everyone on the way over.

Rodimus was shaking the entire time he looked him over. He felt his own tears fall and he promised to protect him no matter what happens.

"I'll find a way to get us out of here. I won't let them hurt you or your bitty."

Rodimus was so frightened that he had a panic attack and Perceptor was forced to give him medication which knocked him out. Since he was worried about the stress affecting his sparkling.

Once unconscious, he started making plans to get them out of there. The entire time his spark was racing with fear and he barricaded his room just in case. Afraid an angry mob would come in and kill them both.

Hot Rod gets too sick and decides not to come to the peace treaty, Soundwave didn't like this and decides to reschedule the peace treaty for another day (By the way, I love reading what you write, how are you doing?)

He was getting his datapads in order for the meeting to come. When he got a message from Hot Rod telling him that he was sick.

He immediately responded with an affirmative and cancelled the meeting that day deciding to schedule it for later.

He got a message from both Megatron and Optimus which he typed out a quick message making an excuse. If Hot Rod wasn't going to be at the meeting he didn't want to have it with just Megatron and Optimus.

They never got anything productive done. Instead arguing about small petty matters. It could be infuriating at times. Especially when he or Hot Rod had to keep things on track. They were the one's who'd written the treaty in the first place and as the one's technically in charge of both sides. They could have already signed it and been done with it. They were only letting Megatron and Optimus look over it as a courtesy. Something he was coming to regret.

Flipping through his datapads he had all his work done and decided to leave work early. Something he would have never done in the past. Choosing to take over others responsibility. Until Hot Rod had taught him to delegate. Because he deserves to have time to himself where he isn't constantly working.

He got another message from Megatron who was annoyed about the meeting being cancelled. He didn't care. He wasn't going to waste his time on a pointless meeting, where they would talk circles around each other.

He crossed the boarder and went to Maccadams ordering energon soup.

He then grabbed a few more things, like medicine because he doubted Hot Rod had any and some things to make him more comfortable. Including a movie he thought they could watch.

Going to Hot Rods apartment. He knocked on the door. When he didn't get a response he used the key he'd been given.

Walking inside he set the stuff on the counter. Hearing footsteps he looked over to see Hot Rod shuffling over looking tired.

"Soundwave? What are you doing here? Isn't there a meeting today?"

"Cancelled."

He showed Hot Rod the soup and made him a bowl.

"Eat."

He helped the Autobot sit down and watched as he ate.

"Is this from Maccadams?"

His optics brightened slightly and he nodded.

"What's this?"

Hot Rod gestured to the other stuff and he showed it to him.

"Have you taken any medicine?"

Hot Rod gave him a sheepish look.

"No. I don't have any and I'm not feeling well enough to get some."

He gave him the medicine making sure he took it.

"Thank you."

Hot Rod finished his soup and walked over to the couch. He wrapped a blanket around him and turned on a movie. The two snuggled together with Hot Rod quickly falling asleep.

He went to tuck him into bed. When he refused to let go of him. One moment he was standing and the next he was laying next to Hot Rod. Who quickly wrapped himself around him and clung to him refusing to let him go.

Knowing he couldn't escape he let himself fall asleep knowing that Hot Rod was going to be okay now that he was there to watch over him.

Not the glory hole anon here but i love the idea of Soundwave finding Hot rod and finding that he’s not only left planet but has gone to a colony of mixed species where the war is not allowed and he’s sporting a nice bit of extra weight that’s centered right at his plush round tank that definitely wasn’t there before.

He spent every chance he could tracking Hot Rod down and he's finally found him. The planet he went to was merely a stopping point so he could get on another flight.

He found his way to a neutral planet that was far from Cybertron, with intermixing species. The natives of that world were allowing Cybertronian refugees. With the agreement there would be no war or fighting.

Using his position as third in command. He made up some kind of reason for why it was of the utmost importance that he goes there immediately and alone.

Megatron having no reason to question him approved the mission. Taking a small shuttle he removed the Decepticon insignia and signal. Changing it so his ship scanned as a neutral.

He also took off his badge knowing it wasn't allowed. He couldn't wait to see Hot Rod. Even though he didn't know who he was. He imagined himself introducing him and getting to know him. Maybe convincing him to come back with him and join the Decepticons.

Walking through the busy streets he looked around. Deciding to go to Hot Rods work place first.

It was a little shop that sold baked goods. He walked up trying to act like another customer as he ordered. The entire time he looked around trying to spot Hot Rod.

When his baked good arrived. He thought about leaving and trying his home but decided to stay a little longer. Sitting down he looked around. The shop was a lot different than the glory hole. From what he's learned he hasn't continued that occupation.

He was about to leave when Hot Rod came out from behind a back door.

"Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay."

He watched as he put on a apron and began taking orders. Using his visor he discreetly watched him as he worked.

The pictures he found didn't do him justice at all. He was beautiful and he wanted him so badly, for more than just stress relief. He wanted Hot Rod to be his.

Eventually he had to leave not wanting to be seen as a creep. He wandered around for a while trying to figure out what he was going to do.

He was so distracted he ended up running into someone.

"Sorry-- I'm."

The two made optic contact and it was like the world froze around them. He couldn't explain it he just felt this weird sensation in his spark like they were meant to be together.

Hot Rod gasped putting a hand on his belly. He looked down in surprise to see that it was bigger than in the pictures. Almost as though he was carrying.

He found himself carefully touching his tanks. He wasn't sure who was more surprised him or Hot Rod. When the carrier didn't attack him for touching him there.

He felt a jolt through his body and he knew Hot Rod did as well because he gasped. They both stared at each other and Hot Rod had tears in his optics.

"You're the sire."

He nodded having no idea what else to say. In all of his planning he never expected this.

"I should go."

Hot Rod looked frazzled as he tried to walk away. He grabbed him before he could go.

"My name is Soundwave. I have been looking for you Hot Rod."

"What?"

Hot Rod gave him a shocked and confused look. He shifted scanning the area he asked.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

Hot Rod gave a shaky nod and he followed after him.

Hot Rod took him to his house. Where he quickly closed the door and turned to him.

"How do you know who I am? The only people who could be the sire are my clients at the glory hole."

Hot Rod looked at him in shock.

"Why were you going to a glory hole?"

"I was stressed and you were the only one who could help. Everyone else couldn't compare."

Hot Rod blushed looking embarrassed.

"You were my regular. The one who always left me big tips."

"You deserved it."

"I guess I should thank you for getting me off world and all this."

Hot Rod gestured at his modest abode.

"I was so far from my goal and at the time I felt like I was losing hope and then you showed up."

"I know this might be weird given how the sparkling was created. But I want to be in their life. Anyway you'll let me."

Hot Rod put a hand on his belly looking nervous.

"Can I think about it and get back to you?"

"Of course."

He nodded leaving Hot Rods home and going back to his ship. Along the way he rubbed his spark which was screaming at him to go back and stay with his future mate and sparkling. He tried his best to ignore it as he laid in bed trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He hadn't expected the sparkling and it complicates his plans of getting Hot Rod to join the Decepticons.