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â⌠thatâs one huge robot.â Lilian says out loud, turning her head towards Sam. âYeah, thatâs the standard cybertronian size.â Sam responds, nodding towards the youngest weaver.
âIs this what god would be like to us if he comes down on earth?â Benny asks, still in denial but slowly accepting the fact that this is happening now.
âPretty sure he would look human to us unless weâre profits.â Travis answers, uncrossing his arms. âTake it with a grain of salt though.â He adds, patting Benny on the back.
â⌠yeah your right, my teeth would definitely break if I tried biting it.â Caleb says nonchalantly while sitting down like a canine. Almost every weaver is staring upwards, craining their necks up at the giant mecha.
Who in turn is staring down at them with just as much astonishment as them.
âSo small⌠so very small.â He thinks, staring down at them before his vision becomes staticky, he shook his helm and banged it three times. âYo! You good?â Travis asks, taking notice of what is happening with megatron.
âYeah, Iâm fine⌠my optical vision is just strange.â He told them, blinking and rubbing his optic lids. âAh jeez, tom- tom!â
Tim calls out, helping his twin be grounded by holding his shoulders. âNo one is playing wick and no one is trespassing our property, calm down.â His twin tells him, keeping Tom from going overboard.
By the time Tom is calmer, megatronâs vision cleared up and is rapidly blinking his optics. âThatâs better, now for this incident- sweet primus almighty!!â
He suddenly screams out, all the kids turned up to megatron seeing him holding his chest like he just had a heart attack. â⌠you good?â Travis asks, arching his brow at the giant transformer.
âY-yeah just-⌠is that one ok?â He asks, pointing to the mangled mess Tim called his⌠twin. The âtwinâ glared at megatron before croaking and growling at himâŚ
⌠megatron didnât understand anything he said, his translator transmitter couldnât even pick up the language he speaks. â⌠what is he saying?â Megatron asks, pointing towards the mangled twin.
âDonât you have an inbuilt translator?â Travis asks, cocking his head to the side. âYes I do.â Megatron answers. âHowever I canât understand what this one is saying.â He adds, just as confused about the situation as he is.
âThat would be the supernatural energy, remember? Some if not most electronics arenât supernatural safe.â Sam asks, arching his brow at the âsupernatural guyâ known as Travis.
âOhâŚ. Oh shit! I completely forgot about that.â He shouts, coughing into his fist at the awkward blank he had.
ââŚI doubt heâs a reliable source when it comes to this topic.â Megatron remarks, shaking his helm.
âHowever that doesnât answer my concerns about that one and his physical condition.â He points out, pointing to Tom. He was about to look like heâs gonna throw hands when Sam stops him in time.
Whispering to the physically hurt ghost, he got the gist and nodded, telling Sam something in his croaking and groggily voice.
âHeâs fine as far as heâs aware, megatron.â Sam interjects, turning his full attention to the confused warlord.
âAfter we as humans pass, we donât feel anything anymore other than the âphantom feelingsâ when it comes to what we used to feel.â Sam reassures, megatron arched an optic ridge at this.
âSo he fell and broke everything in his squishy frame⌠and canât feel it anymore?â He paused, looking conflicted and slightly worried.
â⌠how did you all pass without crossing over?â wonders, morbidly curious about their situation, in response the weavers stood back defensive in their stance, even Travis felt uncomfortable sharing his woes.
In a matter of what felt like an hour, it was Sam that decided to stand and speak of his woes, all the boy did is lift up his shirt and reveal a gaping hole in his chest, ribcage intact but clearly the skin had rotted worse for where near there.
âI died being stabbed by a wooden plank that boarded up the well and not the same well on your planet.â He sadly tells, pulling the garment back down. âThatâs all Iâll tell you, only as an individual of course.â
Megatron, while astounded and incredibly worried about how it happened to the redhead, he nods his helm. âOf course, I wonât pressure it⌠though I do have one query.â
âAnd whatâs that metallic knight?â Tim says harshly and defensive. âDonât call me that, Iâm not a knightâŚ.â He paused, thinking carefully about his next move.
It took maybe a minute but he figured out what and how to say.
Megatron groaned as his internal clock blared loudly.
He finally shut it off after 5 breams and sat up, rubbing away the stasis spell over his optics and yawned. âNote to self: never write reports so late in the evening.â He thinks, optics blinking and scanning the room.
When he noticed his helm is⌠not on his helm, he sat up looking for it. â⌠where is- ah, yes of course.â He says out loud.
Megatronâs red optics soften at the sight of his sleeping sparkling inside said helm, snuggled in the object while sucking his thumb digit.
He never understood why his sparkling love his helm but he guessed itâs because itâs a vulnerability most carriers and sires show their sparklings, itâs sweet that they see it as a trustful feature.
Seeing it now with his own little bundle is just spark warming⌠he also thanked his lucky stars that itâs his old mining helm and not his warrior helmet.
âTime to get up, little one.â He whispers, gently nudging his sonâs faceplate. The bitlet made a small noise before nuzzling inside the helm, falling back to unconsciousness.
Megatron held his servo over his intake and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to snatch up his son in affectionate aggression. âCâmon sparklet, itâs up time.â He says gently once more.
The bitlet made some little noises again, but yawned and opened his optics. The mechlingâs optics updated long before, revealing baby blues.
The little one cooed and beeped at megatron with a big smile, reaching for the bigger mech to pick him up. The warframe mech chuckled and gently lifted his helmet and baby bot up. âAre you happy with yourself?â
He asks, moving his son away from his helm and onto his servo. Putting his helm back on he got up, carrying over his son to the energon station, poured two different energon in the one cube, sealed it and shook it.
He kept on shaking it until the mixture looks like a pale lilac, he gently offered him the rounded cube of energon and the baby bot suckled on it.
It took megatron a lot of time and effort into re-shaping the cube itself so itâs more safer to offer, less mess to clean up and less crying from how uncomfortable the cube and substance is for his sparkling.
Made him wonder just how many other single carriers and sires had to sacrifice for their young. By the time his baby finished his energon, megatron poured his own fuel, about to take his fill⌠when he heard a beep from his front door.
âHuh⌠i donât remember buying anything.â He thinks, now slamming his drink quickly and walking towards the front door with his now curious son in tow.
He unlocked the door and thereâs the mail bot, megatron was confused for a second before it clicked. âAh, the sparkling trinkets and suppliesI presume?â He asks. âAffirmative sir, for your sparklingâs needs and spoils.â
The former mech nodded and signed his signature for the parcels. âWill that be all?â He asks the bot, handing the mech back his data pad.
âThat is all, enjoy your purchase⌠d-16?â The bot asks, a bit suspicious at the designation, megaton didnât like the optic shift. âI prefer using my designation, something wrong with that?â He asks, standing tall to intimidate the other mech
âN-no! No sir itâs just⌠most bots tend to use their new designation t-to buy things.â The bot stutters out, intimidated by megatronâs stare.
âBut I-i guess I shouldnât judge thereâs still some bots who prefer to use their old designation. Iâm sorry for my terrible manners, sir.â Megatron relaxed, knowing itâs not anything too serious about the delivery bot.
âItâs quite alright, I must apologise myself, Iâve been a bit more protective as of late.â He admits, rocking his tiny sparklet in his restarlueus.
âWell, thatâs what happens when you have a minibot sparkling, with how tiny they are compared to most sparklets they drive parental protocols crazy!â
The delivery bot says, twirling his digit at the side of his helm. âMy spark sibling had one, her and her endurae have been growling at everybot to back off, even friends and family, had to show her that Iâm not a threat.â
So thatâs why his parental protocols were off the charts every time he tries to put bee down⌠and why heâs also tiny to begin with when he emerged from his pod.
âI seeâŚ.â Is all he can say, looking down at his already eepy son, the tiny bitty already snuggled up to his sire.
âNo wonder why he sleeps more than the average sparkling.â He thinks, taking note on how quickly b-127 had fallen asleep. âAny advice on how to not get stir crazy with parental protocols?â He asks.
âWellâŚ. I donât, but my sister does, hereâs her card.â The delivery bot told him, handing the card with the botâs comm number on it. âThank you.â
âNo problem sir, I should probably hop to it before my boss kills me!â The bot says waving crazily while speaking very quickly. âBy the way keep doing what youâre doing cause I never saw a minibot sparkling this calm also youâredoinggreatok byyyee!â
Then the bot transformed and left in a flash, leaving megatron with incredibly wide optics and a bit of relief. Heâs glad heâs doing something right.
Now with both his baby bot and the delivered box of needed baby supplies in tow, he moved to the lounging area.
Placing his box down he took a deep breath, sighed and looked down at his eepy mechling⌠his baby spark purrs and trills happily in his sleep.
He purrs back, sending waves of much needed love through their bond. Looking back at the card he hums at it, reading the simplicity of a straight forward comm link card in his servo-. âWait⌠that last bit is repeated, must be a typo.â
He thinks, shrugging as he decided to try and use contact link... he waited. And waited⌠and waited some more, until finally.
âââHello? Who is this? Thisââ.â A voice of a femme asks, repeating that last sentence.
âHello. I had a delivery bot deliver the stuff I got for my sparklet and⌠he gave me this card. Are you the carrier Iâm supposed to talk with?â He asks, keeping his voice professional but not commanding.
âââThat is me, what can I do for you sir? Sirââ.â The femme repeating that last bit once again. âAh, thatâs how she speaks.â He thinks, nodding to himself.
âI was hoping if you have advice for on how not to get crazy with parental protocols, I want my sparklet to be independent. However, I just recently learnt heâs a minibot.â He added, gently moving to get comfortable without waking his baby bot.
âââMhm.. so what youâre saying is, your protocols are screaming at you every time you placed him down, even though the area is safe? Safeââ.â
âExactly, if you can give advice on how to calm my parental protocols i will be in your dept, when the time comes Iâll repay you in advance if it works.â
âââ⌠of course, Iâll tell you how to deal with protocols and mini sparklets, itâs not too much but it gets the job done, doneââ.â
Megatron nods, getting comfortable with his sleeping son in tow, hoping he wonât awaken as he talks with the other carrier while getting ready to take mental notes.
âââok, so when it comes to berths, make sure itâs protected and very comfy, comfy. Itâs crucial that you know child knows itâs safe----.â
Megatron nods, absolute focus on his faceplate as he listens to every word.
He just hopes thisâll be helpful to him in the future.
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I find it kind of sad that we got the Dino bots but not insecticons.
I read a little bit of a fic where bumblebee was part of an insecticonâs hive with autobot features, it was a very cool conceptâŚ.
I wanna add my own concept where archa 7 used to be a livable area where shrapnel, kickback, bombshell and every other bot used to live before getting turned into insecticons as part of the parental megatron lore in TFA.
I also like to think shrapnelâs speech pattern is in their coding for talking down to little ones. Not sure if shrapnel should be a femme or a mech⌠in the end I went with femme.
*bangs head on table tiredly* Cause femme shrapnel is cool.
I like to believe that parental protocols arenât just a âgivenâ thing.
It kind of depends on if you follow canon rules or just go with your headcanon and how your headcanon works.
While yes I believe there are multiple ways and reasons that one can make a sparkling on their planet if they desire one whether itâs on the two parts of the natural side, the traditional side⌠or the asexual way of their species existing.
But the thing thatâs been itching me is such⌠how does a species like cybertronians have good and bad parents when parental protocols exist and how does one even define good and bad parenting relationships.
Itâs something I need to think about but for the most part? I like to thinks itâs their choice of when, where or how they activated their protocols.
If they then question to decide becoming a parental unit they just get access to a dormant code in their systems that appears for roughly⌠any second depending on their process and personality coding.
If itâs longer than 5 seconds then theyâll probably be on a learning curve of being a parent unit, meaning they need more time to think about their option.
If the time is shorter than 5 seconds like either a split second or 2 than they donât really need to do the training since their instincts to being a good parent unit have been there for a lot longer than normal.
Itâll pop up every once in a while when a bot thinks about the option of being a sire or carrier in the near futureâŚ
⌠unless if their processor and coding has selfish tendencies and exploitation than that doesnât show up no matter what or how they think.
âââ
Jazz: Yâknow Iâve been thinking after all this⌠I might actually settle down and have a kid, Yâknow?
Sentinel: really? Despite being part of the elite guard?
Jazz: well⌠yeah, been thinking about it and I keep on getting that parental code pop up every now and then-
Sentinel: parental code??
Jazz: yeah, itâs a thing that pops up every now and then that asks if you want to go through with the parental protocols, sometimes it stays longer like say⌠10 seconds.
Sentinel: THATS WHAT THAT THING POPPING UP EVERY TIME IS?!?!!? I thought it was a scam.
Jazz:
Jazz: out of all the things I expected from you, I did not think you getting a parental notification is one of them.
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Wow⌠thatâs the longest random headcanon Iâve ever posted.
And yeah as much as I hate that mech with every burning passion in my entire body and soul of my being⌠I will admit, I can see him being a somewhat decent parent, just not on adoptive terms of parenthood.
But if weâre talking about the sentinel from transformers one⌠nah, I donât see it, that mech is so selfish.
Though I do admire the creators that did make him as such in an au where he ainât a bad person, those ones I kinda likeâŚ.
The battle between both autobots and decepticons has begun.
They already had a run in with ratchet and bulkhead, they barely escaped those two with their sparks intact. Starscream has been in the media bay for more than the mandatory cycles.
Whatâs worse is the humans the autobots managed to get on their side are far worse than most of the threats the autobots have caused, megatron is a little scared as to what other autobot is gonna appear and try to destroy them.
He managed to convince both blitzwing and starscream to come with him in case another autobot decided to rain on their parade.
âAny luck so far on your end?â He asks, his blue optics scanned the area of Detroit, hopefully inconspicuous enough to at least pretend heâs a normal helicopter.
âNope, no autobot activity.â He hears from blitzwing, already landing to transform Into his bot mode, with starscream transforming by his side. âWhat about your end Lugnut?â He asks in his comm link. âNope, no activity--.â
Megatron arched his optic ridge at this, already worried about the immediate cut off from their link. âStarscream-.â
âI know, mine too. Something is Jamming the signal.â He advised, pressing the side of his helm multiple times to confirm the state of their comm link.
âAnd it looks like weâre not the only ones.â He added, pointing to the human civilians who are trying to use their phones and phone booths bot got nothing. Megatron hummed at this, optics squinting in suspicion.
âThis might be planned, we need to head back to base. Now!â Starscream nods, both bots transformed and flew back to their hide out, away from prying eyes and optics before they both spotted the explosions from one of Detroitâs highways.
âMegatron!â
âI see, starscream Iâll take a look you go and head back to base!â He orders, flying down to the most safest parts where there arenât many.
And just as expected once he lands, he can confirm that the silhouette is not at all human but cybertronian. âAutobot! Show yourself at once!â He says, staring down at the shadowy silhouette with obviously red and dangerous optics.
âWell, well, well if it isnât the prime killer himself!â The bot sneers, voice high in a sing song teasing voice, all venom and no ploy as he walks up to megatron.
Megatron growls at the mysterious bot, optics glaring and glowing dangerously blue as he readied his dual wields. âIâm no killer! I never harmed your prime-.â He stops mid sentence, optics blinking in astonishment and a little bit of awe.
The bot is silver and black, a description that of a very dangerous bot known as bumblebeeâŚ
⌠but he is incredibly small. So much smaller than that of bulkhead and ratchet.
Dermas are jagged and very much dangerous⌠but heâs so-⌠tiny compared to himself. âYeah, yeah thatâs what they all say! But I for one ainât easy to sway.â The small silver and black bot stated.
âIâm here on behalf of the autobots and I wonât stop unTIL!â The small bot shouts suddenly, megatron held him out like a toddling sparklet.
âHow did you get here little one?â He asks, arching his optic ridge. âWha-?! Little!?!? How dare you-!!â The small bot shouts, kicking his legs and waving his arms.
âWhere are your parental units? Are you alone??â
âI-⌠what?â He questions, blinking his optics in confusion at the taller mech. âYou must be horrified, being all by yourself, must be worrying for your creators.â
The mechling blinked up at the bucket headed mech, confusion being more apparent in his faceplate. âI-⌠huh?? I donât have creators!!â He shouts, staring daggers at the now mournful look-⌠oh scrap he said the wrong thing.
âNo creators?!â Megatron shouts with worry, already picturing a horrible fate of this mechlingâs parental units had in result to for him to live. âThatâs terrible!â
âThat- thatâs not what-.. that came out wrong-.â He tries to explain, but megatron wasnât hearing it and just cradled an embarrassed autobot in his restarlueus.
âIâm taking you with me, itâs not safe for younglings like yourself to be roaming around with autobots on the loose.â
⌠bumblebee said nothing, staring at the red insignia with a bewildered confused look on his faceplate before mentally swearing every cybertronian curse word in existence with growing heat on his hidden faceplate.
âScrap!! Iâm so dead when the others find out where I am.â
He thinks, banging his helm lightly on the spacious palderon space as heâs being carried away like a sparkling from the destruction he caused.
Despite the comforting em field from the warframe, he isnât gonna hear the end of it from bulkhead, ratchet, sari and prowl by the time he gets back.
With a deep exvent and burying his faceplate in the crook of the prime killerâs collar joint, he had one final prayer.
âPrimus, please let bossbot be alive somewhere so he can kill me.â
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⌠this is the fastest I have ever written a fanfic in my life.
I uh⌠donât know what to say, other than the obvious that Iâve done a request fic. @rorythehedgehog requested some more shattered glass stuff and uh⌠immediately I already written this one.
⌠it wasnât even in the drafts and Iâve done this fic in just one day. The reason it wasnât posted sooner? ⌠honestly, I fell asleep and kind of forgot
Hereâs the skit that this story originated from (tfa parental megs skit) <- <- <- <- <- follow the arrows!
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The battle between both autobots and decepticons has begun.
They already had a run in with ratchet and bulkhead, they barely escaped those two with their sparks intact. Starscream has been in the med bay for more than the mandatory cycles.
Whatâs worse is the humans the autobots managed to get on their side are far worse than most of the threats the autobots have caused, megatron is a little scared as to what other autobot is gonna appear and try to destroy them.
He managed to convince both blitzwing and starscream to come with him in case another autobot decided to rain on their parade.
âAny luck so far on your end?â He asks, his blue optics scanned the area of Detroit, hopefully inconspicuous enough to at least pretend heâs a normal helicopter.
âNope, no autobot activity.â He hears from blitzwing, already landing to transform Into his bot mode, with starscream transforming by his side. âWhat about your end Lugnut?â He asks in his comm link. âNope, no activity--.â
Megatron arched his optic ridge at this, already worried about the immediate cut off from their link. âStarscream-.â
âI know, mine too. Something is Jamming the signal.â He advised, pressing the side of his helm multiple times to confirm the state of their comm link.
âAnd it looks like weâre not the only ones.â He added, pointing to the human civilians who are trying to use their phones and phone booths bot got nothing. Megatron hummed at this, optics squinting in suspicion.
âThis might be planned, we need to head back to base. Now!â Starscream nods, both bots transformed and flew back to their hide out, away from prying eyes and optics before they both spotted the explosions from one of Detroitâs highways.
âMegatron!â
âI see, starscream Iâll take a look you go and head back to base!â He orders, flying down to the most safest parts where there arenât many.
And just as expected once he lands, he can confirm that the silhouette is not at all human but cybertronian. âAutobot! Show yourself at once!â He says, staring down at the shadowy silhouette with obviously red and dangerous optics.
âWell, well, well if it isnât the prime killer himself!â The bot sneers, voice high in a sing song teasing voice, all venom and no ploy as he walks up to megatron.
Megatron growls at the mysterious bot, optics glaring and glowing dangerously blue as he readied his dual wields. âIâm no killer! I never harmed your prime-.â He stops mid sentence, optics blinking in astonishment and a little bit of awe.
The bot is silver and black, a description that of a very dangerous bot known as bumblebeeâŚ
⌠but he is incredibly small. So much smaller than that of bulkhead and ratchet.
Dermas are jagged and very much dangerous⌠but heâs so-⌠tiny compared to himself. âYeah, yeah thatâs what they all say! But I for one ainât easy to sway.â The small silver and black bot stated.
âIâm here on behalf of the autobots and I wonât stop unTIL!â The small bot shouts suddenly, megatron held him out like a toddling sparklet.
âHow did you get here little one?â He asks, arching his optic ridge. âWha-?! Little!?!? How dare you-!!â The small bot shouts, kicking his legs and waving his arms.
âWhere are your parental units? Are you alone??â
âI-⌠what?â He questions, blinking his optics in confusion at the taller mech. âYou must be horrified, being all by yourself, must be worrying for your creators.â
The mechling blinked up at the bucket headed mech, confusion being more apparent in his faceplate. âI-⌠huh?? I donât have creators!!â He shouts, staring daggers at the now mournful look-⌠oh scrap he said the wrong thing.
âNo creators?!â Megatron shouts with worry, already picturing a horrible fate of this mechlingâs parental units had in result to for him to live. âThatâs terrible!â
âThat- thatâs not what-.. that came out wrong-.â He tries to explain, but megatron wasnât hearing it and just cradled an embarrassed autobot in his restarlueus.
âIâm taking you with me, itâs not safe for younglings like yourself to be roaming around with autobots on the loose.â
⌠bumblebee said nothing, staring at the red insignia with a bewildered confused look on his faceplate before mentally swearing every cybertronian curse word in existence with growing heat on his hidden faceplate.
âScrap!! Iâm so dead when the others find out where I am.â
He thinks, banging his helm lightly on the spacious palderon space as heâs being carried away like a sparkling from the destruction he caused.
Despite the comforting em field from the warframe, he isnât gonna hear the end of it from bulkhead, ratchet, sari and prowl by the time he gets back.
With a deep exvent and burying his faceplate in the crook of the prime killerâs collar joint, he had one final prayer.
âPrimus, please let bossbot be alive somewhere so he can kill me.â
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⌠this is the fastest I have ever written a fanfic in my life.
I uh⌠donât know what to say, other than the obvious that Iâve done a request fic. @rorythehedgehog requested some more shattered glass stuff and uh⌠immediately I already written this one.
⌠it wasnât even in the drafts and Iâve done this fic in just one day. The reason it wasnât posted sooner? ⌠honestly, I fell asleep and kind of forgot
Hereâs the skit that this story originated from (tfa parental megs skit) <- <- <- <- <- follow the arrows!
Bumblebee thinks, pacing back and forth so many times he had lost count.
It was supposed to be their date night and he hasnât arrived yet, bumblebee maybe the faster bot, the bot that always charges right in⌠but never once is prowl late, heâs the most earliest bot to arrive ever.
Whatâs even worse is that heâs going to miss the most beautiful moment that sari talked about and itâs at their meeting spot according to prowl. Itâs supposed to happen tonight and heâs running late of all bots!
âSlagging hypocrite, saying I should be on time but heâs the one thatâs late!â He complains out loud, arms crossed and pouting as he sat down on an uneven boulder.
A low, amused chuckle rang out, making the minibot sit up straight and turn to the voice behind him.
âBecause unlike you, I have an actual reason.â
Bumblebee, all too happy to see prowl, immediately pounced on the ninja bot, who didnât even falter nor stumble when bumblebee was in his arms.
âYou-! You! Youâre late!â Bumblebee pointed out, making the motorcycle chuckle and pat him on the helm. âI know, I had a bit of a detour on the way.â He reassures, sitting on the grassy plains with bumblebee now in his lap.
âYou?! A detour?? Please.â The minibot speaks out, rolling his eyes at the impossibility.
âThat detour was being captured by decepticons and interrogated by your sire while having dinner.â Bumblebee, upon hearing all that, groaned and buried his faceplate into his servos.
âNot again. Iâm so sorry, he does that a lot with bots that want to court me⌠apart from the dinner thing, that oneâs actually very new.â He says, thinking about the other times his sire told bee about the bots that arenât worthy of him.
âGuess that makes me the first bot to earn his blessing then.â
âWait- what?! You got his blessing!?â Prowl answered by nodding his helm.
âIndeed, he said Iâm not a worthy opponent in battle, but Iâm worthy for your spark.â Bumblebee blushed before shoving the ninja botâs chassis. âYou scrap head!â He jabs, earning a warm rumble from prowl.
âIâm your scrap head.â He smiles, just then a faint glow from their frames caught their attention as they both looked up at the sky. The lights glowed a beautiful bluish fade to green moving around, both of them watched in awe.
âWoah, are they the thing that sari told us about?â Bumblebee asked, settling into his boyfriendâs lap as his helm rested against the purring chassis.
âThey are, I believe theyâre are. Theyâre called Aurora borealis, electro receptors that glow this colour specifically on this side of the region.â He told him, wrapping his arms around bumblebeeâs palderon and resting there.
âTheyâre also known as fox fires or northern lights for a more âboringâ answer. He adds, earning a giggle from his minibot. âI prefer fox fires.â He comments, smiling up at the colourful lights.
â⌠mamaâs gonna be reminded of carrier if he sees this.â He says out loud, making prowl do a double take. âReally?!â He asks. âMhm, her optics had this kind of colour hue to them.â
Prowl⌠is speechless. This was the first time heâs heard of his carrier from bumblebee, he huffed with a smile, knowing full well beeâs not ready to tell the details.
âIâm sure sheâll appreciate everything earth has to offer.â He said comfortingly, grasping bumblebeeâs servo as the mini squeezed back.
âYeah⌠sheâll appreciate everything earth has to offer.â
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Phew! Ok, prowlbee is done and dusted!
For those that donât know⌠I kind of made this -> (parental megatron vs the popular ships) <- and after that Iâve written this ->(the good, the bad and the changer) <-
I made it a bit of a challenge for myself to try and write a story about each scenario of tfaâs popular bumblebee ships with megatron as bumblebeeâs sire in my parental megs franchise, itâs a challenge for myself.
Bumblebee thinks, pacing back and forth so many times he had lost count.
It was supposed to be their date night and he hasnât arrived yet, bumblebee maybe the faster bot, the bot that always charges right in⌠but never once is prowl late, heâs the most earliest bot to arrive ever.
Whatâs even worse is that heâs going to miss the most beautiful moment that sari talked about and itâs at their meeting spot according to prowl. Itâs supposed to happen tonight and heâs running late of all bots!
âSlagging hypocrite, saying I should be on time but heâs the one thatâs late!â He complains out loud, arms crossed and pouting as he sat down on an uneven boulder.
A low, amused chuckle rang out, making the minibot sit up straight and turn to the voice behind him.
âBecause unlike you, I have an actual reason.â
Bumblebee, all too happy to see prowl, immediately pounced on the ninja bot, who didnât even falter nor stumble when bumblebee was in his arms.
âYou-! You! Youâre late!â Bumblebee pointed out, making the motorcycle chuckle and pat him on the helm. âI know, I had a bit of a detour on the way.â He reassures, sitting on the grassy plains with bumblebee now in his lap.
âYou?! A detour?? Please.â The minibot speaks out, rolling his eyes at the impossibility.
âThat detour was being captured by decepticons and interrogated by your sire while having dinner.â Bumblebee, upon hearing all that, groaned and buried his faceplate into his servos.
âNot again. Iâm so sorry, he does that a lot with bots that want to court me⌠apart from the dinner thing, that oneâs actually very new.â He says, thinking about the other times his sire told bee about the bots that arenât worthy of him.
âGuess that makes me the first bot to earn his blessing then.â
âWait- what?! You got his blessing!?â Prowl answered by nodding his helm.
âIndeed, he said Iâm not a worthy opponent in battle, but Iâm worthy for your spark.â Bumblebee blushed before shoving the ninja botâs chassis. âYou scrap head!â He jabs, earning a warm rumble from prowl.
âIâm your scrap head.â He smiles, just then a faint glow from their frames caught their attention as they both looked up at the sky. The lights glowed a beautiful bluish fade to green moving around, both of them watched in awe.
âWoah, are they the thing that sari told us about?â Bumblebee asked, settling into his boyfriendâs lap as his helm rested against the purring chassis.
âThey are, I believe theyâre are. Theyâre called Aurora borealis, electro receptors that glow this colour specifically on this side of the region.â He told him, wrapping his arms around bumblebeeâs palderon and resting there.
âTheyâre also known as fox fires or northern lights for a more âboringâ answer. He adds, earning a giggle from his minibot. âI prefer fox fires.â He comments, smiling up at the colourful lights.
â⌠mamaâs gonna be reminded of carrier if he sees this.â He says out loud, making prowl do a double take. âReally?!â He asks. âMhm, her optics had this kind of colour hue to them.â
Prowl⌠is speechless. This was the first time heâs heard of his carrier from bumblebee, he huffed with a smile, knowing full well beeâs not ready to tell the details.
âIâm sure sheâll appreciate everything earth has to offer.â He said comfortingly, grasping bumblebeeâs servo as the mini squeezed back.
âYeah⌠sheâll appreciate everything earth has to offer.â
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Phew! Ok, prowlbee is done and dusted!
For those that donât know⌠I kind of made this -> (parental megatron vs the popular ships) <- and after that Iâve written this ->(the good, the bad and the changer) <-
I made it a bit of a challenge for myself to try and write a story about each scenario of tfaâs popular bumblebee ships with megatron as bumblebeeâs sire in my parental megs franchise, itâs a challenge for myself.
Tfa skits: wow thatâs uh⌠thatâs a lot of parental megs skits
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Bumblebee, trying to sneak out: almost there
Megatron, from the spy-bot: bumblebee.
Bumblebee, freezes: heheh, hey mom/dad.
Megatron: go to your room, youâre grounded.
Bumblebee, shuffling back: *groans* seriously? Every time?!
âââ
*Blurrbee*
Blurr: hey bee! I got you some energon smoothies your human friend recommended! I wasnât sure which one is your favourite so I got multiple flavours thereâs at least 50 more of these Iâve gotta grab Iâll be right back!
Bumblebee: wait! Blurr-! Aaaaand there he goes.
Bulkhead: wow, he really doesnât stay in one place long does he?
Bumblebee: nope. And both prowl and ratchet calls me difficult trying to stay still.
Bulkhead, nods in agreement: do you think your sire is gonna be upset?
Bumblebee: probably, but hey! Iâm an adult I can make my own decisions.
âââ
*kidnap to adopt au*
Megatron, living once again: now, to end where you autobots stand-âŚ
Bumblebee, whispering to Optimus: why is megatron staring at me?
Optimus: I donât know.
Megatron, desperately figuring out ways to not harm the âmechlingâ of the group: ⌠this might be a troublesome obstacle.
âââ
Wasp: hey, bumbler! Howâd that energon bath work out for you?
Bumblebee, soaking wet: grr, if you and ironhide keep this up wasp, youâll end up like this! *shows was a holographic photo*
Wasp: ⌠we end up with a steaming hot femme orâŚ
Bumblebee: what? *looks back at photo* oh, wrong photo-âŚ. Thatâs my late carrier, you slag!
Wasp:
Wasp: THAT GORGEOUS FEMME IS YOUR CARRIER?!
Bumblebee: yeah-?! Wait⌠you think sheâs gorgeous?
Wasp: n-no! WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF, SCRAP HEAD!
âââ
*SG! Kidnap to adopt au*
SG! Bumblebee: you killed my leader! Now prepare to fight me you fragging cowards-!
SG! Megatron: oh my primus, youâre the cutest little thing!
SG! Bumblebee: I-⌠what?
SG! Decepticons, in unison: what?
SG! Megatron, picking up the feral minibot: youâre tiny, youâre precious and I just wanna hug you!
SG! Bumblebee, not used to this: ⌠what is happening?
âââ
Blitzwing: starscream for ze last time, no autobot is ever in our base other zhen prizoners.
Starscream: no! You donât understand I SAW! The yellow nuisance wandering in here casually!!
Blitzwing, arching his optic ridge at starscream:
Starscream: Iâm fragging serious! Heâs right there walking in right now with that beverage!
Blitzwing, not turning around: Iâm not falling for zhat.
Starscream: wha-?! but! You!! Ugh! I give up!!!
Bumblebee, walking in with an energon smoothie in servo: how long do you think itâll take until heâll finally realise?
Blitzwing: hopefully never. Vouâll be hiz primary target if he does figure it out.
âââ
Ghost! Starscream: ok, rewind⌠the allspark has been assembled.
Ghost! Prowl: yes.
Ghost! Starscream: and during that time, the one in my forehelm dislodged and I died.
Ghost! Prowl: also correct.
Ghost! Starscream: and youâre here because you sacrificed yourself⌠while MEGATRON! Gets to live?!
Ghost! Prowl: indeed, primus specify that he lives since heâs still technically not yet turned⌠that and also bumblebee still needs him since heâs bumblebeeâs sire.
Ghost! Starscream:
Ghost! Starscream: *inhales* megatron is that scrapletâs WHAT??!!!?!
âââ
*shattered glass*
SG! Starscream: weâve caught the autobots, including your son sir.
SG! Megatron, walking with starscream: ⌠how is he? Any bite marks?
SG! Starscream: surprisingly? No. He just wouldnât stop swearing at us.
Bumblebee, glaring at the wall, mumbling: stupid stassis cuffs, stupid cell.
SG! Megatron:
SG! Starscream: problem commander?
SG! Megatron: thatâs not my son. If it was, heâd stay quiet and not speak⌠also that one is yellow, my son is white and black.
SG! Starscream: ⌠so thatâs why he didnât try biting my servos or frame.
âââ
Waspinator, hesitating:
Bumblebee: ⌠isnât this the part where you try to kill me-?
Waspinator: normally, yes. Waspinator would⌠but your sire is FRAGGING MEGATRON!!
Bumblebee: ah, you uh⌠you heard that from Blackarachnia, huh?
Waspinator: yes!! Though waspinator thinks spider lady exaggerating, says heâll rip me bit by bit until the allspark doesnât recognise wasp.
Bumblebee: oh, sheâs not exaggerating, my sire has done that before.
Waspinator reverting back to wasp: ⌠bumblebot must say sike. Right. Now!
âââ
*random headcanon*
Starscream, sneaking with megatronâs very private batch: hehehe! Time to quench my hunger!
*1 minute later*
Starscream, sick: ughâŚ. *throws up in bucket* ⌠have I been poisoned?!!?!
Megatron, unbotheredly walking by: no. Itâs just a special blend specifically made for me, other mecha just doesnât have tanks for it.
Starscream: you knew?!
Megatron, still unbothered: itâs my âvery private blendâ for a reason. Just face it starscream. Itâll take hours until your tanks are empty so thereâs some extra energon for you in the breaker once youâre finished.
Starscream: HOURS?! âŚ. Oh primus- *throws up more*
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Boom! Another batch of parental megatron skits, done and dusted!
As for the headcanon part? ⌠Iâll have to bring that one up if I remember it. Aaannnyyy ways, good news!! New internet modem is up, I can finally do my normql parental megatron series in sync again!!!
As well as some newer random stories too, Iâm so excited!! I have so much planned and I miss talking with yâall just as-⌠oh. Iâll be right back!
He exclaimes, introducing bumblebee to his not yet decorated door. This threw bumblebee off, he thought his room was gonna be filled with so much decepticon stuff, but nope it is just⌠bare and not decorated.
Once inside when the door slid opened by both his and megatronâs presence, he looked in âhis newâ room and just like the door, just as bare⌠apart from his cyber bunny on his berth but that was it. Itâs just⌠bare.
Itâs not even painted yet either it is that bare, just a prism white bare room.
Bare and huge! The room is crazy big and a lot more⌠much than his own room in the ark.
âWow uh, you⌠thought of everything.. kind of.â Bumblebee shrugs, looking around the room as he walks in, with megatron following as well.
âHeh, I have thought about decorating the room at first but⌠after finally having you back, I realised I barely know what you like.â He told him, rubbing the back of his neck guard awkwardly.
âSo, I thought it might be wise to let you decide what to decorate.â He says with a smile, this surprised bumblebee.
Not just the way megatron can genuinely smile but also think about what he would want to do to his room and not doing it for him. âOh! Look here.â Megatron suddenly says, walking towards his berth to stand next to it.
In a second after pressing the wall, a side table popped out, it was honestly really cool how it just did that. âI had the constructicons build one personally for my quearters for my helm.â He says, knocking on his helmet.
âKeeping this old thing on all the time is a bit of a hassle for me, but you can use it for just-.. stuff I guess.â He shrugs, lifting the table to put it back, away from prying eyes.
âPit, I use it for my data pads all the time after hours.â He notes, moving to the other side of his room, strangely enough⌠thereâs another door.
âUhh⌠we donât really need clothes, why do we have a-.â He was gonna ask before getting cut off by megatrons laughing bark.
âPrimus no! This door here leads directly to my quarters.â He gestures. âOoooh. So thatâs why megatron was gonna lead me to his room.â Bee thinks, blinking in surprise.
He imagined he was gonna use a bitlet cot with how long Megatron hadnât had the chance to properly take care of bumblebee but thisâŚ? This makes more sense than what he originally thought of.
âSee, while starscream and a few cons are on the prowl in the halls and you need something from me, my room is just there.â He walks in front of the door, immediately it swooshed open in his presence revealing his own room.
âSee? Though if you need privacy it can lock just like any other-.â He stops, noticing how spaced out bumblebee is just now.. staring optics not focused.
Heâs seen that look multiple times with rumble to know he might be overwhelmed with all these new changes, he gave rumble his own space to process everything that just happened.. maybe his son needed something similar.
He slowly walked up to the minibot and knelt to his level, by the time his son finally snapped out of it he was gently giving him his comm link.
âIâll be going to check over on some things in the nemesis, if you ever need something Iâm only a comm link away.â Megatron told him, placing a servo on his palderon.
âTake as much time here as you need to, it is⌠much for one bot to handle.â He smiled, standing up before leaving bumblebee alone in his âberth room.â Bumblebee vented out, not realising how much he was holding in.
With somewhat of a new perspective, he looks around the room.
Imagining it had the arkâs colours and his supplies back at the autobot base, a lot of the things heâs been missing since his âarrivalâ in the nemesis.
⌠itâs just-⌠not the same while he was growing up. It just wasnât⌠how was he supposed to-âŚ
A thump and a squeak had drawn him out of his thoughts.
He stared back down on the berth beside him⌠and saw his cyber bunny. He held the plush rabbit in his servos, the soft texture made him think how much he had missed the soft Starr patterned fabric.
With a sad, unnerving feeling in his spark, laying down on his side against the berth, the plush he missed so much against his chassis.
A content feeling had settled itself in⌠but that same sadness still lingered. Thoughts, feelings and memories of his friends and family were rushing in, the ones he knew, to the ones he thought he had lost.
With tears starting to swell in his optics, he grabbed his key from his subspace.
Held it close and against his dermas⌠heâll probably bite it very soon just as much as when heâs as overwhelmed as the other times he felt this way.
⌠but at least this time, heâll have some answers.
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Finally!! I locked in!
Ok! Phew, sorry about the long wait folks, I have been trying really hard to update these chapters for a long time now. Sooo⌠yeah, I like to apologise for not getting my head wrapped around this again.
But this time Iâll get there⌠I canât promise itâll be frequent but i can promise that itâs still being updated. Thank you all for your time and support.
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Huh, I read the first and second chapter but it kind of does seem a little similarâŚ
Wow, small world, but very big coincidences. I havenât read this story before so the coincidence that itâs based off of this story a little is surprising.
Though mine is very much based off an au I made up where megatronâs dormant parental protocols got accidentally got reactivated by dr sumdac (does he have a first name? He prolly does⌠was it mentioned at all?)
And now he has to deal with being a parental unit for his enemyâs youngest scout cause he looks and acts like a child in the group despite being a young adultâŚ
But the story you shared is very neat, Iâll try to keep reading more of it if I can.
Read this one first⌠if you want to -> (ao3: âhe might be a kidâ)
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Starscream felt confident about this.
Not only did he actively made the repair crews mission harder and more difficult when trying to find the allspark fragment, but also captured one of their members.
The yellow mini had long ago stopped thrashing and kicking once the had went higher up in the sky.
It was sort of entertaining to the SIC, watching the terrified expression on the loud mouthed bot. But alas all the fun had to stop eventually as he had landed and entered the base, carrying the mini under his arm as said prisoner went back to kicking and thrashing.
âLet me go! Put me down!!â He screams, side punching the seekerâs torso kicking the air. âNot likely autobot. Youâre not going to get away this tiME-!â The seeker sneer got wiped off when bumblebee kicked him in the hip.
Once free he transformed and speed off quickly towards one of the halls, not his brightest idea but starscream wouldâve got his servos on him again if he tried to use the way he came.
So bumblebee picked up the pace and sped up with his boosters, just to get away from the seeker
Halfway through his transformation, stepping into one of the halls⌠he got no idea where to go.
He went left, he went right, even went through one of the vents into another hallway⌠he figured out quickly that heâs lost. âFor frag sakeâ He thinks, pouting at the thought, then he hears slight mechanical whoosh.
Making bumblebee turn swiftly at the noise and froze, optics wide and anxious.
The bot standing in front of him- now realising thatâs actually a door -is the tyrant himself. Megatron.
Bumblebee stood still, both bots having a stare down, one full of fear the other in bewilderment. Before long he knelt down and immediately scoops bumblebee up from under his restarlueus before the minibot can bolt.
âHow did you get here.â He spoke, keeping the minibot in place while he tries and fails to escape from his grasp. âWhere are your companions?â He asks, genuinely curious.
Long before bee could say anything, starscream came from the corner, out of vent. âM-my lord. An *pant* an autobot prisoner *pants* escaped-.â The seeker pauses, seeing the minibot in megatronâs grasp.
âOh, you caught him, great.â
The warlord sighs exasperatedly as he turns to seeker, with a pissed off expression keeping the struggling scout from escaping. â⌠starscream.â He starts.
âMy lord.â The seeker responds.
âIâm gonna need you to be very, very honest with me. Out of all the autobots to capture. Why the child?â He asks, gesturing towards the glaring yellow minibot.
âWell my lord, he-⌠did you just refer to the autobot as a child?â Starscream asks, both bots bit surprised by the warlordâs question.
Megatron stood there with an arched optic ridge at his SIC. âAm I not allowed to?â He asks, adjusting his hold on the minibot to a more comfortable holding position, holding the incredibly embarrassed autobot carefully.
â⌠my lord, with all do respect heâs a prisoner.â Starscream mentions.
âIâm using that one as bait, so why donât you just hand over-.â Before the seeker could finish and take bumblebee from the warlord.
Megatron barres his denta with a growl, engines revved in warning as he kept a bewildered bumblebee tucked against his chassis, away from starscream.
Blinking and staring at them in confused stupidity, the SIC tried again, only more slower than before. Same exact thing and same pace, revved engines, denta bared and minibot away from his SIC, still tucked against his chassis.
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The silence is very deafening, between the bewildered and anxious seeker, an angry yet protective warlord and an extremely confused and weirded out minibot. Not being able to handle the quiet for long, bumblebee spoke up
âUhh, if I could ask⌠what is happening?â
âI may have a theory.â Starscream informs, moving an inch closer before raising his servos swiftly, showing the abnormally protective warlord he backed off once he snarled and his optic glowed dangerously.
â⌠frag this, Iâm out! Not doing that scrap again.â Starscream assures, turning a full 180 and walked away. âWhere are you going?!â Bumblebee shouts, a little freaked out at the action starscream had done.
âAnywhere else but near you, last time I tried grabbing a sparkling from a bot with parental protocols I was found with my whole upper frame in the ground!â He shouts, already leaving before bumblebee could process what just happened.
ââŚ. Huh?!â Is all bumblebee got out once the seeker is gone from view. âDid starscream just say parental protocols?â He ponders, trying to think back on one of primes lessons⌠or was it ratchet..?
Nope, definitely both, they taught him that parental protocols are NOT to be taken lightly, but taken incredibly and very seriously. He also remembers ratchet pulling him aside and gave him a few very serious notes when it came to this protocol.
âYou ever encounter a bot with parental protocols, be assured youâll be treated like a sparkling.â
Bumblebee remembers, thinking more about that topic, trying to remember as to why ratchet told him this and why itâs very important-.
âEspecially when one is a warframe. Since minibots are smaller compared to warframes.. theyâll most likely see you as a sparkling, not an adult.â
â⌠oh scrap. Does that mean megatron-?!â
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when heâs suddenly held out in front of the warlord, face to face with megatron like a parent talking with a toddler. âYou hungry? You look hungry. Have you eaten?â
â⌠oh. This- uh⌠this is a thing.â He thinks to himself, his optics darting anywhere but megatronâs optics, until he huffs at the warlord.
âNice try, but unluckily for you Iâm not even hungry-.â He was about to say before getting interrupted by his internal hub system, his energy levels at 20%. He blinks at this, then back at the warlord who arched his optic ridge at the scout.
âDamn it.â He mumbled out, pouting at the hub for giving him worst timing possible, earning- very weird for a known tyrant -a light hearted chuckle and warm rumble from the warlordâs engine.
âThat settles it. Câmon--.â He pauses, cradling bumblebee in his restarlueus like a bitlet. â-- I know a good recipe for a very happy fuel tank.â
Bumblebee laughed a bit when megatron poke him in the tank area, causing him to cover his intake & flush red, earning another of those weirdly warm rumbles.
Swallowing a lump in his throat guard, he realised too little too late about a very, very small detail ratchet has told him before.
â---once, if at all itâs activated. Theyâll have whatâs called âempty nest syndromeâ theyâll likely see you as one of their own despite everything.â Ratchetâs voice echoâs once more.
âItâs more prominent in warframes than civilian frames as recent studies have shown with a Decepticon veteran compared to a civilian.â
⌠oh slag, heâs⌠he is definitely not escaping any time soon.
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I mean⌠I was gonna post this a bit earlier.
⌠but then I saw @cranberry333âs fic on ao3, which is honestly cool as heck! Normally I tend to do redirects towards some of the stories Iâve seen and I want to share it with a lot of you⌠but I donât really know how đ
So⌠I just kind of put the title of the story and the website. Iâll prolly figure it out eventually but this is the best I can do. And as usual in my stories⌠parental megatron is still on the brain on this delusion drive Iâm riding-.
I very recommend reading âhe might be a kidâ if youâd like megatron actually being villainous, itâs so good!! I canât express it enough!
(->[Amusement or⌠fondness]<- this here is for those who are clueless on the au and how it kind of started⌠ish-.)
As a headcanon question, did Miles and his mom watch Filipino telenovelas or teleserye with English subs?
Uhh⌠yes and no.
The yes being when miles was 10 years old and he wanted to know the translation of the telenovelas/teleserye (uhh⌠is there a difference between the two? Iâd like to know if thereâs a difference-.)
The no being heâs a teenager now, learnt a whole lot of Spanish to watch it with Rio.
That time when he got a b in Spanish English subs are off. Miles didnât mind it, he just found it annoying after a while and just watches it without it willingly.
I love your parental megatron aus so much! It got wondering about grandpa megatron if he ever meets rubble since I see some folks make rubble bumblebeeâs kid (and honestly same, thatâs his baby and he loves him)
Oh yeah, I almost forgot bumblebee had a kid.
If megatron does meet rubble heâd probably spoil the hell out of him, like any good grandparent would⌠heâd probably ask who the sire is so he can give one lecture about treating his son and grandson with respect and dignity.
Either that or heâs figuring out so many ways to kill the bot, it honestly depends on these scenarios.
Scenario A: if he was with another bot and they left bee, heâll do everything in his power to find him and make his/her life a miserable hell for knocking up his son and leaving him with the responsibility of parent unit hood.
Scenario B: If it is with another bot and they stayed with bumblebee to support them? ⌠I dunno, it honestly depends on who the sire is-.
Scenario C: If it wasnât and it was from the well where he got rubble from, heâll sigh in relief and thank primus for giving him a grandson without having to deal with the sire and giving him/her a violent lecture. Heâs just very greatful for that.
(Hi!! *excitedly waves*)
Edit: thank you for the love words btw, sorry for that⌠I tend to forgot to say thank you any time someone puts in information about a character and I tend to overthink possiblities and scenarios.
Still, I appreciate all the love you all give, every bit of it for each fanfic and random headcanonâs I make and create.
Out of all the lessons, of all the things he learned and learningâŚ
Learning about parental unitâs arenât on- what do the humans call it? On his bingo card.
He tried to listen on about it before⌠but all his sarge had said is watch out for distressed parental units, help them find their sparklings and stay far back away when their baby bots have been found.
That was it, nothing else. It was wildly confusing with him considering his⌠frame and how âyoungâ he seemed to be, both physically and mentally at times.
And sari in her new upgrade is now training and going through a similar process he and bulkhead went through, albeit from a much better teacher than their previous sargent. And one of the lessons for today is parental units.
He and bulkhead are locked in on this lesson since it seemed a lot more important than how their Sargent had described it.
â--- now then, the reason itâs always a number one priority to find sparklingâs parental units it thus.â Ratchet included, pointing to a kid drawing of what he assumes is a bot.
âBecause if we ignore a distressed parental unit theyâll do everything in their power to find their baby bot, no matter who is in charge.â Ratchet warns, pointing directly at him, bulkhead, sari and prowl.
âWhy is that? Is it similar to an actual human mother and father?â Sari asks, after writing down what she needs to know.
âParental protocols can do incredibly, crazy yet dangerous things.â Optimus chimes in standing beside ratchet. âEven through vigorous and effortful training, no bot is able to stop a distressed parental unit.â
âEspecially when it comes to strength.â Ratchet also chimes in, switching screens to a much more detailed mech holding up a big chunk of debris.
Bumblebee tilts his helm in confusion. âWhatâs strength got to do with parental units?â He thinks. âAre they strong when incredibly distressed?â Bulkhead asks, raising his servo.
âYes. Even more so than any war frame.â Ratchet nods, letting Optimus take the field.
âIâve seen it first hand when a very small femme, who in distress when she heard her sparkling cry, flung both SENTINEL and ULTRA MAGNUS against a wall.â He says, flicking through to showcase both bots Optimus had said in the medical wing.
âTheir injuries were a lot, frame is damaged, but nothing vital or severe.â Ratchet instructs.
Both bulkhead and sari cringed at the injuries, while bumblebee on the other servo is fascinated by this fact about parental units.
At the same time, he felt a little bit lonely when he realised no one had done that when he was a sparkling, since he hadnât grown up with any parental units and was at the care centre almost all his life until heâs old enough to live on his own.
At this point a question has been buzzing in his processor, curiosity getting the better of him, he raised his servo. âYes bumblebee?â Ratchet asks, arching his optic ridge.
âWhat if the bot isnât their own cna and energon?â Bumblebee asks, hesitantly tapping his digits nervously before sighing, not realising he how long he was holding his vent.
âWould-⌠would they still react just as they would with their own?â He adds, not wanting to look at ratchet and Optimus after asking.
Surprised both bots turned to each other and back at bumblebee. âIsnât it obvious kid? Of course they would.â He answers, this got bumblebee to perk up and turn back towards the teaching bots.
âDespite no relation to some sparklings with their adoptive parent units, there are parent units thatâll see them as their own despite not being related.â He answers, switching to two bots that are very much not related, but happy.
âEven some parent units will form bonds with them, no matter how different they are, thereâs even some parental grounders that adopted flight frame sparklings and the other way around.â Optimus adds, pointing at the photo.
âNo matter what kind of frame or personality you have, a parental instinct to protect their young is far greater than any function given to you.â
And bumblebee took every word to spark, which is a pretty big deal since he hadnât grown up with any parental units⌠so learning about this key detail about parental protocols and their bonds is peaking his interest a bit more than how his sarge taught them.
âHuh⌠kind of how humans get adrenaline and power through until their loved ones are safe and sound.â Sari reminiscents out loud, smiling to herself.
âGood to know, do they uh⌠power down over time if they know their young is safe?â Sari asks. âWhy yes, they do. Though sometimes itâs an involuntary stassis---.â
While ratchet talks about the topic of how parental units are when in stassis and finally have a calmer charge, Optimus took notice of bumblebee actively and actually paying attention to all this.
Not the usual optic shift at something boring then paying attention to something exciting kind of thing, no. Like heâs actually paying attention to the topic.
Donât get him wrong, bumblebee definitely proved himself he does pay attention, but it seemed more, how the humans say⌠âmuscle memory.â Cybertronians normally call it âframe to process infoâ but the idea is the same.
⌠heâll have to ask bumblebee what he learnt later tomorrow to see how he processed todayâs lesson.
However at this moment, even if it wasnât genuineâŚ
Heâs glad bee found interest in something other than video games and combat.
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This is mostly a personal opinion and preference of mine to this headcanon.
A parental unit in most cases in my auâs are very, VERY POWERFUL when theyâre protective and in a panic when theyâre sparkling is in danger or they lost them.
Like⌠a bot can technically be a minibot/minicon and they can lift up a wrecker or a war-frame⌠heck! Even omega supreme! (If they want to get injured-.)
They weight like nothing and can throw them either very far away or can very much damage property to the point of thereâs a gaping hole on the side of the wall. Mostly because as per policy when their parental code activated, their strength, agility and speed get to overpowering levels if their sparklings are in dangerâŚ
⌠it kind of became a little bit of an inconvenience when the war is over but it is definitely NOT ignored if the parents are worried sick for their young.
⌠I should do a decepticon version of this, that would be pretty funny-.
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âAaaand there, that should hold until next period.â
The nurse told us, putting away her tool kit. âThough, admittedly it should last longer thanks to the prosthetic.â She says, passing the mask back, with Tom snatching it and putting on immediately.
ââŚ. S-sorry, miss.â He mumbles, still holding onto my hand just as tightly as when he got hit. âItâs quite alright, not the worse thatâs happened.â
She says, sitting down across from the two. âAlthough I recommend seeing a doctor in case it might be an actual problem and some counseling.â
âC-counseling?â Tom mutters out, a bit louder than before.
âIndeed, after that hit, your friend said you were unresponsive and your eyes were darting.â She informed, staring back at Tom with a worried expression.
âAnd that you were breathing erratically and flinched violently when someone you donât know tried to help you up.â The nurse adds, taking off her glasses.
âItâs a bad trauma response, something no one should deal with⌠but it happens, there are some adults that shouldnât be parents and students who arenât supposed to do harm onto others.â She includes.
I turned to Tom, who had shrunk away from the nurse and closer to me, hand still tightly grasped.
âI still recommend counseling, Iâll tell the principal that heâll be expecting you and heâll talk about redoing your schedule.â She notes, writing a slip for Tom and passed the pink coloured paper towards Tom.
âT-thank you miss⌠um-.â
âJust Mrs. M is fine, see you boys later when you need to.â She waves them off, already going back to what sheâs doing while me and Tom got out of her office.
We both didnât say a word, Tom slowly but steadily let go once he felt calm enough. âYou ok?â I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. âUm⌠Iâm not sure.â He told me, unsure but willing. âWe-⌠we missed so many classes.â
âYeah, we did.â I shrugged, turning my head fully towards the dark brunette. âBut health matters, physically, emotionally and mentally.â I told him, standing in front of him before we continue onwards.
âMental and physical health are very important, more important than classes and getting a good grade.â I placed my hand on his shoulder.
âIf there ever is a teacher or a student who says otherwise, they are wrong, donât listen to them.â I added, waiting his eyes dart and express so many emotions in one go in seconds before settling onto acceptance.
â.. can-⌠can I be in the same classes as you?â He asks me, I smiled and handed back his note book and assignment book he dropped.
âSure, are any classes you donât like?â I ask him.
âReligion, the other classes are more so because of my leg.â He answers, pointing to his left leg.
âThatâs fair, science is a bit of an anxiety attack waiting to happen for me.â I admit, watching his eyes go wide and possibly furrow.
âReally? You look so⌠self actualised.â He gestures, bewildered.
âI dealt with it a lot almost my life when I turned 10, plus with chronic night terrors.â
And we both talked the rest of the reminder of classes we missed⌠mostly because both were about to be picked up with me on a scheduled time while Tomâs is more of an emergency pick up.
My first few days in this town and⌠surprisingly I feel like Iâm home despite moving a lot in my life with my family.
I got myself three new friends, though Iâm a bit worried about Tom. The look on his face was of petrified fear and terror⌠Iâve never seen anybody that looked more terrified in my life and I watched and read a lot of horror.
⌠I wonder what happened to him before mr Edwards.
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Phew⌠finally got back into this again.
Sorry for the wait, as you all saw, I got very busy on the transformers side cavern as well as⌠life in general-. *cough* however!
In two weeks time, maybe less if weâre hopeful, the internet connection might get back on track and not be as unstable as it is currently! So thatâs good.
Warningâ ď¸âźď¸âď¸: accidental blackmail, second hand embarrassment, humility, embarrassment shenanigans, Iâm serious. Read at your own risk.
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âScrap, scrap, scrap, scrap!ââ
Bumblebee repeats himself in his helm, driving as fast as he can. Not too long ago, his sire megatron said heâll be sending him his sparkling photos.
Yep, you heard correctly. Megatron is bumblebeeâs sire, no he is not making that up, he had just found out about it since before the crash when bumblebee had face the mech himself. He never got over that fact⌠but thatâs still his sire.
That same sire who accidentally sent one his sparkling photos to teletran-1. Where ANYONE CAN STUMBLE UPON IT!!
Bumblebee transforms back to root mode by the time heâs in front of teletran-1, he thanked primus he made it. Typing away he was about open his sireâs message on teletran-.
âBumblebee?â
The mini squeaked, stopping himself mid type, slowly turning towards the bot that called out. âHeyyy⌠bossbot.â He greats him with a wave.
âHi bee, youâre back⌠very early.â He said obviously, arching his optic at the minibot. âdid something happen?â He asks, concern written on his faceplate. âNope! Just- uh⌠hoping Iâd catch up on monitor duty!â He tries, straining his smile.
Optimus blinks and sighs with a slight smile on his dermas. âThatâs very thoughtful bumblebee, but your duty isnât up until tomorrow.â He interludes bumblebee cursed under his vent.
âItâll be fine bee, Iâm just looking into our messages to see if we got anything new from ultra Magnus.â Optimus told him, bumblebee had terror on his faceplate when heâs about to check the messages.
So the minibot, stood between the prime and teletran one before he can look up at the screen. âW-wait! Bossbot, can I just check something before-?â
Bumblebee tries, but got shut down and moved out of the way (gently!) before he can speak his reasoning to the prime.
âBossbot please! Itâs urgent-.â Bumblebee tries again, pulling at Optimusâ restarlueus. âHow so?â He asks, arching his optic ridge as to say âtry meâ with how his optics looked. âI-it could be dangerous! Maybe even death threats!â
Optimus kept his optic ridge raised him. âI-it could also be a bomb!â He tries again, sweating coolant at how stupid he sounded just by saying that.
âA bomb? On teletran one. In the form of a message sent by who knows-⌠whoâs d-16?â He asks, before bumblebee could even shout to Optimus had already opened the message from âd-16â and it opened up immediately.
Revealing a holographic photo of him as a sparkling, smiling and reaching up towards his sire. And bumblebeeâs faceplate? Went. Red. And steam escaped his frame when his photo is now completely in view on teletranâs screen.
Neither of them spoke, not even when another message popped up telling bumblebee heâll send more when he can. ââŚ.â
â⌠is that you as a sparkling?!â He asks, optics very bright and smile very wide as he points to his bitlet photo. ââŚ. I can explain-.â
âYohou were so cute!â He interrupts, turning to see an embarrassed and completely flustered minibot, turning away from both Optimus and teletran.
âShut up.â He interjects with a mumble, covering his faceplate as more steam rises from his palderons. âBut you were adorable! Look at your whittle smile.â
âPlease stop. It wasnât supposed to go to teletranâs message.â He interludes with a pout, restarlueus crossed and face flushed as Optimus keeps on cooing at his sparkling photo.
âAre you done?â He asks, tapping his ped repeatedly and impatiently as Optimus coughed into his servo. âYes, I am.â His prime answers, trying to compose himself as his back plate is turned away from teletran.
âCan I delete it now?â He asks, looking up at the taller mech with a flustered scowl. âWhy? Is it bothering you that much?? Is it⌠blackmail?â He asks in a whisper, intake covered as his faceplate turns to horror.
âWhat? No! My sire accidentally sent it to teletran-1 instead of our private link.â Bumblebee confirms. Optimus vents in relief, thanking primus that it wasnât what he thought it was, then it turns to realisation.
âHowâd he get on teletranâs messages?â He questions, physically remembering that he did not add the designation-. âOh, I put it there, itâs mandatory for any cadet to put their sire and carrierâs comm link.â Bumblebee answers.
Optimus ohâd at the answer with a single nod, before furrowing his optic ridges in concern.
â⌠and you want to delete it?â He asks, arching his optic ridge. âY-⌠yeah. I- Itâs embarrassing!â Bumblebee shouts, crossing his restarlueus. âWhy is it embarrassing?â He asks, tilting his helm, keeping his optic ridge raised.
Bumblebee huffed with a pout and turned away from his commander, said prime placed a servo on his palderon. âBee, whatever it is I wonât judge you for being defensive.â He adds, letting his scout take as much as he could possibly want.
â⌠I heard you and ratchet talk about how he and you didnât have any parental units, only that you guys have mentors, then prowl told us about his mentor.â Bumblebee told him, looking down sadly at his peds.
âThen bulkhead told me his own carrier isnât really his actual carrier and one thing happened the next and then I heard most protoforms arenât sparklings and-⌠Iâve been told that sparkling forged bots are the weakest and the least reliable.â
Optimus stared at bumblebee like he grown a second helm right in front of him. âWho in primusâ name told you that?!â He asks, arching his optic ridges in concern at the minibot in front of him.
â⌠wasp did, not to me in my faceplate but⌠sarge said heâs correct.â Optimus sighed exasperatedly before turning back to bumblebee. âWell your sarge is wrong.â He simply says, straightening his back strut.
âNot only for that, but because I know bots back then who are forged are the most reliable and valuable on the team. And there were a lot of forged bots back then.â He told him, giving his scout a gentle pat on the helm.
âFrom what I read theyâre the most streetwise and emotionally aware bots, they take responsibility for their actions as well as take after their carriers or sires most of the time.â He tells bee, letting that sink before continuing.
âThey just needed guidance, without that theyâre just as clueless as any other bot who just activated from their protoform stage. Besides, I was one myself.â
Those words held deep for bee and that last bit made him blink in surprise. âY-you?! A forge bot too?!!?â Bee blurts out, surprised by the fact his bossbot, the mech he looks up to. Was also a forged spark himself.
âIndeed. And the little adventures I had are, well⌠it gave the Magnus anxiety just talking about it.â He admits, chuckling about how ultra Magnus made absolute sure that nothing is in his internal systems by the time he gets back from every mission.
The face Magnus makes every time was priceless, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.
âWow⌠I-⌠heh, thanks bossbot.â Bumblebee says softly, smiling up at him. âItâs my pleasure, bee.â Optimus replies, bringing bumblebee in for a hug when bee first stepped forward with his restarlueus opened wide.
Theyâve been like this for about two earth minutes until bumblebee let go. âDo you think you can tell me about those adventures-â He paused realising too little too late when he spotted that smirk.
Bumblebee knows all too well what that smirk means, heâs been around Optimus a lot to know when heâs feeling mischievous.
âBossbot.â Bumblebee warns, trying to sound threatening⌠but fails when he saw that smirk widen. âWhat?â He asks with faux innocence, tilting his helm to the side, smirk still present in his field of view as his servo moves towards his comm link.
âBossbot, I know that look. You are not-!â
âAutobots! Report to the control room immediately!â He orders through the link, which in turn makes bumblebee strangled a scream of embarrassment.
âWhy?!â He shouts, his frame steaming all over the place again once the others have immediately turned up.
âWe came as soon as we can.â Prowl says appearing out of nowhere. âIs it serious?? Is it the decepticons?!â Bulkhead asks, charging right after.
âAight Iâm here, whatâs all the-.â Ratchet appeared as well, all three paused in their tracks when they saw the picture on teletranâs screen.
âWha-?! Aawww is that you little buddy?â Bulkhead asks, pointing towards the screen.
âPfft-! Primus that cute.â Prowl says, hiding a fond smile under his own servo.
âSnrk! Dâaww! Someoneâs embarrassed~.â Ratchet interludes, smiling at how much steam is escaping from bumblebeeâs frame.
Especially with how embarrassed he is right now. âWhyâd you do that bossbot.â
âFor you to actually learn humility.â Is all he said when giving bumblebee a pat oh his helm, watching for his horns. âIâm going to my room.â
bumblebee says before getting stopped by the prime picking him up once again. âNot so fast bee, to learn about humility is to embrace it.â
Bumblebee whines, restarlueus crossed and faceplate so red and glowing. âCâmon bee thereâs nothing to be embarrassed about.â Bulkhead tries, but got distracted by the photo once again.
âAww! Heâs so tiny!â Is all Bumblebee heard from prowl, burying his faceplate against optimusâ chassis with a groan and his audio receptors covered as they started laughing when bumblebee hid his faceplate.
His sire means well, he loves him all the more for it when he tries to send his sparkling photos⌠but sent the wrong link! He buried faceplate his servos, rubbing his optic lenses in a tired manner.
And during all this mess, all bumblebee could think of and say wasâŚ
âSire is SO losing his mama privileges when I call him!â
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Note: donât do this to your coworkers or⌠anyone really, even as a prank. Donât.
unless theyâre ok with it and asked for it recently, then go for it, though keep checking with them, just in case. If not and it was years ago. Donât. No one likes a prick, nor a bitch nor anyone without a common sense braincell.
⌠I donât really have a reason for this other than wanting to write bumblebee incredibly embarrassed by his photo of when he was a baby.
And then I remembered accidentally sent photos exist, so boom. Thatâs how this story was madeâŚ
though for those that experienced second hand embarrassment reading all this? I apologise on my behalf for accidentally giving you second hand embarrassment.
⌠I technically did put that sign up below the title of the story for a reason, but I still like to apologise for that
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