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beckyh2112) wrote2011-10-22 12:52 am
beckyh2112) wrote2011-10-22 12:52 am
Mpreg Meme
They cheer me up, okay?!
No AtLA unless you are my Rin, my Spyri, or my Pux. I am still pretty burned out. Transformers are encouraged because I love writing pregnant giant robots. Other fandoms I write are Sailor Moon, Codex Alera, Jackie Chan Adventures, and the Matrix.
Three requests per person. I promise to fulfill at least one.
I am going to bed now, Pux.
No AtLA unless you are my Rin, my Spyri, or my Pux. I am still pretty burned out. Transformers are encouraged because I love writing pregnant giant robots. Other fandoms I write are Sailor Moon, Codex Alera, Jackie Chan Adventures, and the Matrix.
Three requests per person. I promise to fulfill at least one.
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Bumblebee/Optimus Prime
"Quest to produce a prime!"
[TF Bayverse] Optimus Prime/Bumblebee, "Quest to produce a Prime!"
It is still a weapon. It will always be a weapon. But it was Megatron, and Megatron is dead, and so is it.
So is Cybertron.
"We have no future," he confides in Ratchet in the darkest part of the night.
Ratchet says nothing for a long time. Then, "Arcee has agreed to create younglings with me. I'll produce the first clutch, she'll produce the second. Perhaps you should consider the same."
Optimus looks down at his hands and wonders if he even should. If the line of Primes ended, would it be so bad?
He says nothing of his thoughts to Ratchet, but the medic must have divined them anyway. The very next day, Bumblebee has come to lay siege to him, warbling affection and chirping reassurance, hands soft and-
and-
Optimus wants this.
It is a year before the youngling quickens in him, another two years after that before the egg can be removed. It is a single one, but there is something strange about it. Even in the communal clutch of Ratchet, Arcee, and Sideswipe's eggs, everyone knows precisely which one is his.
Sam is holding his grand-daughter when the egg hatches, the first egg in all the clutch to open and let a youngling tumble out. The youngling tumbles out with a startled cry, and little Cynthia wails until Mikaela takes her away from Sam. Ratchet is already in among the eggs, trying to pick up the youngling to check on it, but it wriggles and twists out of his hands, head turning this way and that.
All Optimus can do is stare. It feels like there is something caught in his lines, like he's saved Cybertron and Earth both, like the first time they made him a ruler and he had no idea what to do-
Brilliant blue optics alight on him, and the youngling warbles in delight and transforms. The red panels on its body align into a sleek red car, fast-looking like Bumblebee, but with his flames in yellow.
The youngling zooms towards him and transforms, landing in front of him with a handspring and a grin. //I'm Hot Rod!//
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Thanks you.
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Inferno/Red Alert: Can I panic now?
Cliffjumper/Beachcomber: What was he thinking?
[TF G1] Ironhide/Chromia: Well, I didn't see that coming
Her finding him again was nothing short of a miracle. Just hearing her voice made him grin. Just seeing her shoot made his systems come all over with sparks.
Just holding her in his arms made him forget how out-of-date his firewalls were. No, he told a lie, he hadn't even thought about that.
Not that he figured it for a problem until he started getting cravings. Wanting to guzzle all the time when they were on rations just wasn't right. So he took himself down to Ratchet.
"Congratulations," the doc said after a short exam. "It's twins."
Ironhide blinked. "What in tarnation am I supposed to do with twins?"
"That's up to you, but I'll take care of things however you choose."
"That's up to me and Chromia," he corrected, standing up. "They're hers, too."
A small smile twisted Ratchet's mouth. "It's your choice to give her a choice."
"Yeah, it is," Ironhide said, feeling more than a little belligerent. He knew some carriers took the kids all on themselves, but Chromia was a part of them too. He wasn't going to make a decision without letting her say her piece.
An' if she didn't have good reasons otherwise, he was going to keep 'em. They'd tried before and failed, then put it off until the war was over. Now, it looked like the war wouldn't ever end, and who knew when they'd get another chance? Maybe never. Mechs like him didn't get too many miracles.
"I'm going to call Cybertron," he said. "You keep this hush until I tell you otherwise, arright?"
"All right, Ironhide." Ratchet grinned. "My lips are zipped."
"Better be," he grumbled, wondering what his twins would be like. Prime, they'd better not be like the Lamborghinis, or he'd have to tan their hides.
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And with his and Chromia's attitudes? I'm sure he'll have to tan their hides at some point. :D (LOVE that line.)
*returns to squeeing incoherently*
Inferno/Red Alert: Can I panic _now_?
"What's wrong?" Red Alert lowered his binoculars to glance sidelong at his partner. The wind-shift was blowing the fire towards them, but that wasn't unexpected. The firebreak was solid, though, and there was an even change of the wind shifting it towards the river instead. "Did the incident commander comm you?"
Inferno winced and pressed a hand to his abdomen. "The little'uns are cutting their way outta my factory."
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You had better beThere is not a pairing because I don't even know how that would go. But.
Knock Out and Soundwave; "Stop glaring at me."
EDIT: That's for TF Prime.
[TFPrime] Knock Out and Soundwave, "Stop glaring at me." (1/2)
Also, other commenters, this is written for someone who hasn't seen "Partners" or the season finale. No spoilers!
"Aw man, I hate carrying!"
Soundwave paused at the entrance to Medical. Knock Out required his opinion on a medical matter. He did not understand why the doctor needed an opinion: Megatron was fine.
The door swooshed open, and he saw Breakdown sitting on an exam table, his chest opened up for a medical scanner. Knock Out stood at his side, one hand on Breakdown's arm, his optics on the data displayed for all to see.
Soundwave whistled an interrogative.
"Ah, Soundwave!" Knock Out turned to face him. "Breakdown is carrying again- stop glaring at me- so I wanted to know if we have the spare energon to carry them to term. Or should I terminate them?"
"We aren't carrying," Breakdown growled. "I'm carrying, an' I don't want them."
That settles the matter in Soundwave's mind, and he waits to see how Knock Out will terminate them. He has never had the chance to observe such a procedure before. Starscream rarely allowed younglings to get through his filters to even begin formation. The few times he missed one, he noticed long before a medic did.
Soundwave supposed it was because the Seeker was so light and finely-built. The shift in his body would be much more noticeable, especially if it affected his flight.
Knock Out cycled air through his vents as if he had been racing. "Breakdown, I like younglings-"
"Then you carry them!"
"-and I don't have anywhere near the armor to properly protect them in this war." He rubbed his knuckles against Breakdown's abdomen, leaning in close. "Now Soundwave may still say we don't have the energon for children, in which case I will happily terminate them. But if we can carry them-"
"There you go with that 'we' again."
Knock Out rolled his optics. "If you can carry them, I think you should. You wouldn't have to be more involved with raising them than you want to be, and the Decepticons could always use more soldiers with your... unique abilities."
Breakdown's engine snarled, the sound of it vibrating through Soundwave's frame like a living thing. Knock Out staggered, his hands clutching at Breakdown's knees, fear there and gone on his face.
Soundwave pointedly let a visual feed for the vibration appear on his face.
Breakdown looked suitably chastened while Knock Out righted himself and made a show of checking his body for damages. Soundwave expected the doctor would find some; he himself would have to re-tune his body after this.
He pointed at the glyph for 'five' on the data-displays.
"Ah yes. Breakdown carries multiples. He's from a five-mech group, if you recall." Knock Out's tone of voice suggested he hoped Soundwave didn't recall. Breakdown's first team had been split up for very good reasons.
Soundwave reviewed the energon data. Even accounting for losses to Autobots and other troubles, they could bring five younglings to term. Knock Out did not carry defective programming, despite how Starscream might view his preference of vehicle-modes. Breakdown's defects were within acceptable parameters, especially combined with a stable mech like Knock Out.
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Knock Out cocked his head, exchanging a glance with Breakdown. Electricity buzzed in the air as they commed each other. "... Soundwave?"
He should have brought Starscream along. He displayed Breakdown's schematics on his face, pointed at the five again.
"In here," Breakdown said, touching his opened chest lightly. "There's room for them to squish my internals around a bit."
Not much. Not with five.
"They'll be very small when they begin to cut their way out," Knock Out explained, "but they'll go through their first several instars (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Instar) rapidly. They will reach standard height and weight for newly-emerged younglings inside a year."
Soundwave looked at Breakdown. He still heard the buzz of their comms back and forth, Knock Out alternately cajoling and berating to wear down Breakdown's resistance.
He shrugged. "I'm not going to be hitting as hard or taking as many hits. Wouldn't be a problem if we didn't have Bulkhead around."
Soundwave nodded. That could be taken into account.
Knock Out and Breakdown looked at him expectantly. He really should have brought Starscream along.
He nodded again, more emphatically, and both their optics brightened.
"Right!" Knock Out declared. "Well, I'll do the necessary adjustments to Breakdown's interior and submit a more detailed report shortly."
Soundwave left. Outside, a comm pinged him, and he tilted his head at Knock Out's soft 'thank you'.
He looked down at Laserbeak and wondered if the vain car felt as much affection for his younglings as Soundwave did for his mini-cons. Surely not. Knock Out had not been upset by what M.E.C.H. did to Breakdown. If humans had done the same to someone as closely partnered to Soundwave, he would have whispered their secrets to the universe.
But Knock Out could surprise him, even more than Starscream. Maybe he would surprise him again.
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Motormaster/Silverbolt - A new brother.
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- Here (http://beckyh2112.livejournal.com/389308.html?thread=3716028#t3716028)
- Here (http://beckyh2112.livejournal.com/514411.html?thread=6326123#t6326123)
Silverbolt is a grumpy momma.
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And poor Silverbolt, paternity test indeed! :D
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[TF G1] Motormaster/Silverbolt
"Got it!" Avalanche chirped, stealing the ball from his sister and taking off towards the makeshift goal in the Protectobots' common room. Suncrash growled, optics flashing, and caught one of his false-wings, spinning him about.
"Foul!" Hot Spot called, rising up from his crouch by the goal. "Come on, Sunny, you know better."
"Tackling's okay," Suncrash said, folding her arms. "Why can't I grab?"
"'Cause they don't grab in either kind of football," Duskfall said, optics upticking. "Duh."
Avalanche kicked the ball back and forth between his feet. "I get a free shot?"
"Nope!" Fracture said, sliding in to kick the ball towards Stormbringer. "Blades-shot!"
Streetwise started snickering at that, and Hot Spot brightened his optics as Silverbolt's kids took off in the other direction. Blades didn't like the kids calling cheats 'Blades-moves', but he shouldn't have pulled that move the first time anyway. Couldn't blame the younglings for picking up on it.
They swirled around with the ball, wings and false-wings knocking against each other, optics bright. They were about a head taller than a Micromaster, three years old already. They were on their fifth instar and still runty, but what did you expect when they'd come out so small in the first place?
First Aid sat up suddenly, and Hot Spot flicked a glance at him.
//I need to prep Medbay,// his medical engineer commed him. //The Aerialbots are coming back injured.//
Hot Spot's optic-band dimmed. Damn. He hated when that happened; he never knew what to tell the kids.
Worse, he thought they were getting used to it.
***
The kids had all piled on him to defrag when Silverbolt staggered into the Protectobots' common room. He looked- worn, optics dim, body dented, fingertips blackened. Bad sign, if he'd had to use his lightning as a robot.
"Hey," Hot Spot called softly. "They're all right."
Silverbolt's optics brightened. "I know. You wouldn't keep it from me."
He wandered over and dropped down next to Hot Spot. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then his optics abruptly went dark and he sagged unconscious.
Hot Spot reached out and touched his cheek gently. "I wouldn't," he promised.
When the kids were born, people had congratulated him and Silverbolt for them. He hadn't known what to do. He and Silverbolt were close, but he knew damn well who Silverbolt shared his body with.
These days, though, he figured he was the kids' father in all the ways that mattered.
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Thank you for writing this - it made me gleeful to read it!
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But yeah. He'd rather keep quiet and help Silverbolt out of that relationship than drag it into the open before God and everyone.
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<3
[TF G1] Optimus Prime. Knocked up. Has to fight anyway. Kicks all the ass (1/2)
"Give it up, Megatron!" Optimus demanded as he followed Megatron through the fire and smoke of the burning factory. His systems felt heavy and leaden, drained by the child almost ready to emerge, but he couldn't let the Decepticons get away with the Perpetual Energy Generator.
Megatron laughed. "You always say that, Optimus. Do you really think I will?"
There were so many answers to that, all jumbled together in Optimus's head. Before he could sort one out, though, sudden agony lanced through his abdomen. He stumbled, shocked to have been shot without hearing the whine of the laser-
-then realized it was internal. The child was cutting its way out from his factory.
No, he pleaded silently. Please, wait. Just a little longer. Not here, not now. Not with Megatron so close.
The child didn't relent. Optimus dimmed his optics and cut access to his damage feeds. It was a risk, a stupid risk, but he had to stop Megatron. He just prayed the Decepticon leader hadn't noticed him falter.
He wasn't any luckier there.
"Slowing down, Optimus?" Megatron taunted, suddenly appearing out of the smoke. His fusion-cannon fired at point-black range, and Optimus twisted to take it in the shoulder.
The only reason he didn't lose the arm was because Megatron had lowered the power-setting to avoid setting off even more of the volatile materials already burning.
"I'm surprised at you," his enemy said, holding the Generator in his left hand. "You'd think you didn't want this."
Optimus growled and lunged-
-then half-staggered and fell to one knee as too many important wires were cut and one of his legs lost all power. Slag. Ratchet had warned him it would be a difficult delivery, with the way his systems were laid out.
Megatron regarded him with an irritated puzzlement. "What is- Oh. Oh."
His smile froze the fuel in Optimus's lines. "Keep away from me, Megatron!"
"How much will the child cripple you?" Megatron mused as he crouched down on his haunches to wait.
"It won't," Optimus growled. The child was fighting against his armor now. In another situation, he'd be cutting himself open to help it, but he could not, must not do that here. Not with Megatron waiting.
He would have only one chance-
He summoned his gun from subspace and brought it up-
Megatron's cannon-blast took his hand off. Then his enemy cocked his head, optics shifting to a middle-distance as someone commed him.
His optics focused on Optimus again. "Starscream has gotten tired of playing with your jetlings. It's time for me to take our prizes back to base." He drew a long-bladed vibroknife. "Don't worry, Optimus. I like younglings."
[TF G1] Optimus Prime. Knocked up. Has to fight anyway. Kicks all the ass (2/2)
He waited until Megatron's hands touched his abdomen, then punched with all his might. Metal warped and dented, an optic shattered, and Megatron sprawled back on the ground.
Optimus rolled on top of him and punched again and again until the Decepticon leader lapsed into unconsciousness. Then and only then, did he let himself relax.
The child was still having difficulties with his armor. Wearily, Optimus reached for the vibroknife. He thumbed it on and slit himself from pelvis to sternum, optics going black as he cut wires indiscriminately.
His optics came back online to see a little purple female trying to wriggle out of him, honking angrily as her hips got caught in his armor. A great wash of love flooded his system as he looked at her, and he carefully reached up to support her with one hand and ease her out with the other.
"Hello," he said softly, and she turned in his hands, optics going bright with surprise.
"Hello," she said, then growled as her ankle got caught.
While she pulled her foot out of him, he looked her over and counted her wheels. Eighteen, but she reminded him more of how Ultra Magnus was built than how he was built. She was primarily a deep purple with teal accents, and she'd inherited his face-mask. There were no weapons obviously on her form, but he was willing to bet her internals were completely war-build.
"What's your name?" he asked gently, somehow unable to bring himself to speak in his normal tone.
"Scourge," she said proudly.
His optics shone down on her and he held her close to his chest. "Scourge. That's..." an ominous name. "a good name."
In the distance, he heard Inferno's sirens. Good. They would be going home soon.
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[Transformers] Susan Hoffman/Onslaught, "... you're *what*?"
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Jackie Chan Adventures - Shenzu/Jackie: Oh god, what do we do now?
[Jackie Chan Adventures] Shendu/Jackie - Oh god, what do we now?
"NO!"
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* Codex Alera. Tavi and Max. I don't care who is the mommy. (Or maybe they are BOTH mommies. Whatever.) - "I didn't know watercrafting could let you do that." Bonus points if Max's shirt wends up destroyed at some point.
* Marvel G1 Transformers. Some permutation of Impactor, Springer, and Xaaron. Don't care which one is the mom (they're all dominant, dynamic personalities in their own ways, so it ends up subversive no matter which one you pick; or you could pick two of them; or all three! [is nuts]). - 'planning a pregnancy and planning a battle were very little alike, but that didn't stop any of them from trying to handle it that way'
* Bayverse. Sentinel Prime/Megatron. Sentinel's a definite dom, but he'll be damned before he lets some two-bit Decepticon carry his child. So he does it himself, perhaps to the bewilderment of his Decepticon allies. Bonus if pregnant Primes are total terrifying Mama Bears and someone (maybe Starscream?) snarks at Megatron for making Sentinel even scarier than usual.
[Bonus] [TF G1ish] Spinister/Needlenose
"Have you ever thought about having children?" Needlenose asked one day out of the gold.
Spinister raised his head from the corpse he was checking for surprises. His wingmate had his antennae tilted at a jaunty angle and his optics bright. Normal for having just made a kill. Nothing off in his body-language, both of his Targetmasters relaxed. A random question, he concluded.
"No," he said, looking back down.
"Good! Keep doing that."
Unease prickled along Spinister's helicopter-blades. "- You're not carrying."
"No!" Needlenose's antennae went back and his wings went up. "Sweetie, I keep my firewalls up-to-date, and my buffers set to alert me if anything gets through my firewalls. I wouldn't miss anyone assembling in my factory, and I certainly wouldn't spring it on you like this!"
"Good."
***
Several years later, Spinister reflected that no, Needlenose had not sprung it on him like that. "You said you weren't carrying."
"No," his partner corrected as he checked the youngling's rotors, "you said I wasn't carrying. Ooh, look, he's got some of my circuitry already! That will make modifications easier."
"... You're not going to re-shell a youngling in its first instar?" Spinister deliberately ordered the words of the sentence in a question.
"Well..."
Spinister took the youngling away from Needlenose and glared.
"You're so cute when you're paternal."
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A sexy liar.
Who believe in asking forgiveness instead of permission.
Thank you! :)
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