#dadatron

ooohhhhhhhhhhh spark numbing jealousy.

the sparkling from the OG universe would be SEETHING, lamenting the kind of father they could've had after seeing how Megatron treats the bitlet from the functionist universe. you don't hate that sparkling, they've got nothing to do with your grudge against Megatron but knowing that Megatron was capable of being a good father and you were just unfortunate enough to be his bitlet when he was an arrogant, violent tyrant would always make you feel so jealous because this kid is going to grow up never having to go through a fraction of what you had to deal with. that child will only ever know Megatron as the co-captain of the Lost Light, never as the leader of the Decepticons.

The Suitors’ Trials

An AU about way too many Bumblebee Ships

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“Dear suitors, you wish to ask for the hand of my precious son? Then you must first prove yourself worthy by passing the following trials.”

Based loosely on a string of different fairytales like The Princess on the Glass Hill, The grateful Beasts, Clever little tailor, how Six made their way in the world and this tumblr post

In this AU Bumblebee is the son of King Megatron of Kaon and his Conjunx Optimus Prime. He is also the younger brother of crown prince Hot Rod/Rodimus and prince Cheetor.

Being the youngest he is obviously the apple of his family’s eye, and especially his sire Megatron tends to be a bit overprotective over him at times.

So now imagine if you will, Bumblebee just being swamped with suitors from all sides. Knights from the neighbouring Autobot federation like Blurr, Prowl, Smokescreen and Windblade and even some of his sire’s own knights like Blitzwing and Breakdown - Heck even his sire’s chief advisor Starscream - start standing in line to ask for the prince’s hand in marriage.

Megatron had nearly died of a sparkattack when the king of the dinobots Grimlock knocked down the door to the palace with a ridiculously large Bouquet of flowers in his hands to join the long row of suitors.

Or that time the former Autobot turned traitor Wasp sneaking into the palace at the dead night just to wake up Megatron and Optimus to demand they’d let him marry their son.

Not to mention that time Steeljaw attempted to break into Bumblebee’s room through the balcony (from which the prince swiftly threw him off of mere moments later) to ask the prince directly to rule by his side.

Megatron had nearly cried of joy when the rescue bot Blades had simply sent a letter to formally ask for Bumblebee’s hand in marriage instead of sneaking (or breaking) into the palace like the last few suitors.

But the situation remained the same. His precious son was swarmed with suitors and him and the guards could only hold them off for so long as the suitors were starting to grow impatient waiting for the king to make a choice.

But of course as any loving father would, Megatron wanted to make sure that his son would marry no one but the best bot among them.

And so Megatron one day gathered all the suitors together and told them they’d have to pass a certain set of trials and tests and whoever succeeded at them all would be allowed to marry his son.

The first task seemed simple enough on paper: Try to climb up a slippery glass hill and gather one of the keys at the top. But the number of keys was limited. So you not only had to manage to climb up the hill, but you had to make sure you were faster than the others too or else there would be no more keys left. This trial already eliminated a few of the suitors.

And this song and dance continues with each trial essentially having an increasingly smaller number of keys the suitors must obtain until the very last trial where only one key remains.

For the last trial Megatron puts the last remaining key around the collar of a cat (or some other small animal or a Bee even) and the suitors must try to catch the animal and grab the key from its collar in order to win the last trial. The catch? Well this small animal is actually Bumblebee himself using the power of fairytale magic to turn into a cat. And the only way to catch the “cat” is not by chasing him but by simply being nice to the cat to gain his trust. Or alternatively gain the trust of Bumblebee himself. I imagine that inbetween attempts to catch the animal and even inbetween the earlier trials the remaining suitors would all occassionally spend some time alone with Bumblebee.

So the remaining suitors, unknowingly are being tested by the prince himself on their personality and compatibility each time they are alone with Bumblebee and whenever they try to catch the cat. So depending on how the remaining suitors treat Bee in his normal form and whenever he is disguised as a cat, Bee decides which suitor is trustful/someone he'd want to be married to. And once he choses he'll allow that suitor to catch him willingly and get the final key

So Tldr, Bumblebee in a sense is allowed to make the final choice himself by seeing how the suitors would treat him/the cat.

I personally have no idea though what the trials inbetween the first and last trial would be or who the final suitor would be and in what order the suitors would be disqualified. If you have any ideas or suggestions hit me with them.

Megatron is not affectionate or nurturing and has no interest in cooing over sparklings, and Starscream's bothersome spawn is not going to change that! - is what he pretty much says after Soundwave enquires about him taking the equivalent of paternal leave when the new spark arrives

And then everyone has to suffer through miserable, pining Megatron, who keeps comming Starscream every five minutes to check on the sparkling and wanting him to put the baby on the comm so he can talk to them and they don't forget his voice...

Starscream, picking up for the fifth time in two hours: you need to get a grip

"Alright" Megatron gave a pleased hum as he finished installing the last soft padding. After a quick scan of the training room he returned his back to Starscream who was standing on a small pillar. "We can now begin your flight training"

"Sire, I'm scared..." Starscream whined refusing to come down. The jump seemed like a long way down and despite all the padding the fear of getting hurt kept his pedes frozen in place.

"Nonsense, you're my heir this shouldn't shake your nerves" Megatron huffed, he never knew what to say to sparklings let alone how to comfort them. "Just take the leap and I'll catch you"

Starscream narrowed his optics before holding out his arms. With a deep vent he jumped and quickly transformed into his alt-mode. Instead of flying upwards, he quickly barrelled right into his sire's chassis knocking the warlord off his pedes. "Sire?"

"Well, I did say I would catch you" Megatron gave a wheezy laugh despite the air being knocked out of his vents. Sitting up he carefully picked up the seekerling who quickly transformed back into root mode with a giggle. "Let's try that again, shall we?"

"Okay, sire!"

-💙

Unfortunately though,

S/O: ...

Starscream:

S/O: Why the fuck are you in the nursery?

Starscream: Don't worry about it

Starscream: Please don't-

S/O: SOUNDWAVE HE'S IN THE FUCKING ROOM AGAIN

He was just curious. He, also, is not welcome in the baby room. Which is just a small compartment in Megatron's room, built for the babys n S/O's size

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“These are younglings,” Megatron said flatly, optics gazing over the identical faces that stared up at him.

They were doing their best to look unphased, but there was no doubt in Megatron’s mind that the two had been taken from their homes, or the academy, and smuggled into the rings.

“And?”

The gladiator scowled, but didn’t comment.

The only thing on Shatterstock’s mind was credits. Two younglings, who were impressionable and naive, would be significantly easier to train than adult mechs.

It still didn’t make it right.

Megatron frowned, “They’re too little-“

“Then you better train them well.”

Shatterstock nodded stiffly, optics glancing over the two younglings for a second, who were now gripping each other’s hands tightly.

“Don’t disappoint me.”

Megatron didn’t bother offering an affirmative, mouth pursed distastefully at the prospect of having to train two sparklings to fight to the death in front of a large crowd.

What Shatterstock would do to all three of them if he didn’t, however, was something Megatron didn’t want to think about.

Quiet fell over the room, until the red one shifted uncomfortably, and finally spoke up.

“We’re not allowed to leave?”

The question wasn’t directed at him, but Shatterstock still snorted as he stepped from the room. The lock clicked into place- another reminder that Megatron didn’t have much of a choice.

And as much as ripping a mechs spark from their casing didn’t affect him anymore, letting a sparkling take their place was sick.

There was a line, and Shatterstock didn’t care whether he crossed it or not.

He imagined, judging from the dents and scratches on both their frames, there hadn’t been much sympathy when the bitlets had been ripped from their city.

By now they had stepped away from him, optics watching his large frame warily.

He was a whole lot bigger than them, and probably a whole lot bigger than the mech that had done the kidnapping.

“If you try to leave, they will hurt you.”

The red bitlet frowned, and huddled closer to his partner.

“Why?”

Megatron’s spark twisted at the naivety, and the innocence, that Shatterstock has dragged into his rings.

They should have been playing with their friends, and drinking better quality energon than the cubes they offered here, not sitting terrified in his quarters.

He wanted to offer comfort, any sort of reassurance, but it had never been in his coding to do such a thing.

Not since Terminus.

“Designations?” Megatron asked instead, crimson optics burning into purple. They were afraid, but they didn’t look away.

“Sideswipe.”

The yellow one hesitated, and only after some kind of bizarre, silent communication was exchanged between the two, did he speak up.

“Sunstreaker.”

Megatron hummed.

Whoever named them had done well at picking designations that suited their frame.

“You have good names.”

“Thanks,” Sideswipe said quietly. He rubbed at the small audial nub on his helm, and gripped Sunstreaker’s hand tightly.

Megatron didn’t smile, but his optics softened.

“Where are you from?”

“Kaon.”

“Have you ever been to Tarn?”

“No.”

“Have you ever fought someone?”

“At school? Yeah.”

“It’s different here. Do you know what a gladiator is?”

“No.”

“Have you ever seen someone get deactivated?”

“Yes.”

The answer would have surprised Megatron, but the two were from Kaon. Death was on every corner in that city, and he wasn’t surprised that Shatterstock had turned his optics onto it in order to get new fighters.

Generally, no one cared who went missing in Kaon.

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you guys just LOVE heartbreak... but so do i so lets get into it.

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