I like to believe that parental protocols aren’t just a ‘given’ 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 it’s on the two parts of the natural side, the traditional side… or the asexual way of their species existing.
But the thing that’s 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.
It’s something I need to think about but for the most part? I like to thinks it’s 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 it’s longer than 5 seconds then they’ll 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 don’t really need to do the training since their instincts to being a good parent unit have been there for a lot longer than normal.
It’ll pop up every once in a while when a bot thinks about the option of being a sire or carrier in the near future…
… unless if their processor and coding has selfish tendencies and exploitation than that doesn’t show up no matter what or how they think.
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Jazz: Y’know I’ve been thinking after all this… I might actually settle down and have a kid, Y’know?
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, it’s 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… that’s the longest random headcanon I’ve 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 we’re talking about the sentinel from transformers one… nah, I don’t see it, that mech is so selfish.
Though I do admire the creators that did make him as such in an au where he ain’t a bad person, those ones I kinda like….
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.
What’s 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.
“Any luck so far on your end?” He asks, his blue optics scanned the area of Detroit, hopefully inconspicuous enough to at least pretend he’s a normal helicopter.
“Nope, no autobot activity.” He hears from blitzwing, already landing to transform Into his bot mode, with starscream transforming by his side. “What about your end Lugnut?” He asks in his comm link. “Nope, no activity--.”
Megatron arched his optic ridge at this, already worried about the immediate cut off from their link. “Starscream-.”
“I know, mine too. Something is Jamming the signal.” He advised, pressing the side of his helm multiple times to confirm the state of their comm link.
“And it looks like we’re not the only ones.” 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.
“This might be planned, we need to head back to base. Now!” 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 Detroit’s highways.
“Megatron!”
“I see, starscream I’ll take a look you go and head back to base!” He orders, flying down to the most safest parts where there aren’t many.
And just as expected once he lands, he can confirm that the silhouette is not at all human but cybertronian. “Autobot! Show yourself at once!” He says, staring down at the shadowy silhouette with obviously red and dangerous optics.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t the prime killer himself!” 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. “I’m no killer! I never harmed your prime-.” 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 bumblebee…
… but he is incredibly small. So much smaller than that of bulkhead and ratchet.
Dermas are jagged and very much dangerous… but he’s so-… tiny compared to himself. “Yeah, yeah that’s what they all say! But I for one ain’t easy to sway.” The small silver and black bot stated.
“I’m here on behalf of the autobots and I won’t stop unTIL!” The small bot shouts suddenly, megatron held him out like a toddling sparklet.
“How did you get here little one?” He asks, arching his optic ridge. “Wha-?! Little!?!? How dare you-!!” The small bot shouts, kicking his legs and waving his arms.
“Where are your parental units? Are you alone??”
“I-… what?” He questions, blinking his optics in confusion at the taller mech. “You must be horrified, being all by yourself, must be worrying for your creators.”
The mechling blinked up at the bucket headed mech, confusion being more apparent in his faceplate. “I-… huh?? I don’t have creators!!” He shouts, staring daggers at the now mournful look-… oh scrap he said the wrong thing.
“No creators?!” Megatron shouts with worry, already picturing a horrible fate of this mechling’s parental units had in result to for him to live. “That’s terrible!”
“That- that’s not what-.. that came out wrong-.” He tries to explain, but megatron wasn’t hearing it and just cradled an embarrassed autobot in his restarlueus.
“I’m taking you with me, it’s not safe for younglings like yourself to be roaming around with autobots on the loose.”
… 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.
‘Scrap!! I’m so dead when the others find out where I am.’
He thinks, banging his helm lightly on the spacious palderon space as he’s being carried away like a sparkling from the destruction he caused.
Despite the comforting em field from the warframe, he isn’t 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 killer’s collar joint, he had one final prayer.
‘Primus, please let bossbot be alive somewhere so he can kill me.’
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… this is the fastest I have ever written a fanfic in my life.
I uh… don’t know what to say, other than the obvious that I’ve done a request fic. @rorythehedgehog requested some more shattered glass stuff and uh… immediately I already written this one.
… it wasn’t even in the drafts and I’ve done this fic in just one day. The reason it wasn’t posted sooner? … honestly, I fell asleep and kind of forgot
Here’s the skit that this story originated from (tfa parental megs skit) <- <- <- <- <- follow the arrows!
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.
What’s 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.
“Any luck so far on your end?” He asks, his blue optics scanned the area of Detroit, hopefully inconspicuous enough to at least pretend he’s a normal helicopter.
“Nope, no autobot activity.” He hears from blitzwing, already landing to transform Into his bot mode, with starscream transforming by his side. “What about your end Lugnut?” He asks in his comm link. “Nope, no activity--.”
Megatron arched his optic ridge at this, already worried about the immediate cut off from their link. “Starscream-.”
“I know, mine too. Something is Jamming the signal.” He advised, pressing the side of his helm multiple times to confirm the state of their comm link.
“And it looks like we’re not the only ones.” 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.
“This might be planned, we need to head back to base. Now!” 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 Detroit’s highways.
“Megatron!”
“I see, starscream I’ll take a look you go and head back to base!” He orders, flying down to the most safest parts where there aren’t many.
And just as expected once he lands, he can confirm that the silhouette is not at all human but cybertronian. “Autobot! Show yourself at once!” He says, staring down at the shadowy silhouette with obviously red and dangerous optics.
“Well, well, well if it isn’t the prime killer himself!” 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. “I’m no killer! I never harmed your prime-.” 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 bumblebee…
… but he is incredibly small. So much smaller than that of bulkhead and ratchet.
Dermas are jagged and very much dangerous… but he’s so-… tiny compared to himself. “Yeah, yeah that’s what they all say! But I for one ain’t easy to sway.” The small silver and black bot stated.
“I’m here on behalf of the autobots and I won’t stop unTIL!” The small bot shouts suddenly, megatron held him out like a toddling sparklet.
“How did you get here little one?” He asks, arching his optic ridge. “Wha-?! Little!?!? How dare you-!!” The small bot shouts, kicking his legs and waving his arms.
“Where are your parental units? Are you alone??”
“I-… what?” He questions, blinking his optics in confusion at the taller mech. “You must be horrified, being all by yourself, must be worrying for your creators.”
The mechling blinked up at the bucket headed mech, confusion being more apparent in his faceplate. “I-… huh?? I don’t have creators!!” He shouts, staring daggers at the now mournful look-… oh scrap he said the wrong thing.
“No creators?!” Megatron shouts with worry, already picturing a horrible fate of this mechling’s parental units had in result to for him to live. “That’s terrible!”
“That- that’s not what-.. that came out wrong-.” He tries to explain, but megatron wasn’t hearing it and just cradled an embarrassed autobot in his restarlueus.
“I’m taking you with me, it’s not safe for younglings like yourself to be roaming around with autobots on the loose.”
… 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.
‘Scrap!! I’m so dead when the others find out where I am.’
He thinks, banging his helm lightly on the spacious palderon space as he’s being carried away like a sparkling from the destruction he caused.
Despite the comforting em field from the warframe, he isn’t 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 killer’s collar joint, he had one final prayer.
‘Primus, please let bossbot be alive somewhere so he can kill me.’
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… this is the fastest I have ever written a fanfic in my life.
I uh… don’t know what to say, other than the obvious that I’ve done a request fic. @rorythehedgehog requested some more shattered glass stuff and uh… immediately I already written this one.
… it wasn’t even in the drafts and I’ve done this fic in just one day. The reason it wasn’t posted sooner? … honestly, I fell asleep and kind of forgot
Here’s 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 hasn’t arrived yet, bumblebee maybe the faster bot, the bot that always charges right in… but never once is prowl late, he’s the most earliest bot to arrive ever.
What’s even worse is that he’s going to miss the most beautiful moment that sari talked about and it’s at their meeting spot according to prowl. It’s supposed to happen tonight and he’s running late of all bots!
“Slagging hypocrite, saying I should be on time but he’s the one that’s late!” 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.
“Because unlike you, I have an actual reason.”
Bumblebee, all too happy to see prowl, immediately pounced on the ninja bot, who didn’t even falter nor stumble when bumblebee was in his arms.
“You-! You! You’re late!” Bumblebee pointed out, making the motorcycle chuckle and pat him on the helm. “I know, I had a bit of a detour on the way.” He reassures, sitting on the grassy plains with bumblebee now in his lap.
“You?! A detour?? Please.” The minibot speaks out, rolling his eyes at the impossibility.
“That detour was being captured by decepticons and interrogated by your sire while having dinner.” Bumblebee, upon hearing all that, groaned and buried his faceplate into his servos.
“Not again. I’m so sorry, he does that a lot with bots that want to court me… apart from the dinner thing, that one’s actually very new.” He says, thinking about the other times his sire told bee about the bots that aren’t worthy of him.
“Guess that makes me the first bot to earn his blessing then.”
“Wait- what?! You got his blessing!?” Prowl answered by nodding his helm.
“Indeed, he said I’m not a worthy opponent in battle, but I’m worthy for your spark.” Bumblebee blushed before shoving the ninja bot’s chassis. “You scrap head!” He jabs, earning a warm rumble from prowl.
“I’m your scrap head.” 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.
“Woah, are they the thing that sari told us about?” Bumblebee asked, settling into his boyfriend’s lap as his helm rested against the purring chassis.
“They are, I believe they’re are. They’re called Aurora borealis, electro receptors that glow this colour specifically on this side of the region.” He told him, wrapping his arms around bumblebee’s palderon and resting there.
“They’re also known as fox fires or northern lights for a more ‘boring’ answer. He adds, earning a giggle from his minibot. “I prefer fox fires.” He comments, smiling up at the colourful lights.
“… mama’s gonna be reminded of carrier if he sees this.” He says out loud, making prowl do a double take. “Really?!” He asks. “Mhm, her optics had this kind of colour hue to them.”
Prowl… is speechless. This was the first time he’s heard of his carrier from bumblebee, he huffed with a smile, knowing full well bee’s not ready to tell the details.
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate everything earth has to offer.” He said comfortingly, grasping bumblebee’s servo as the mini squeezed back.
“Yeah… she’ll appreciate everything earth has to offer.”
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Phew! Ok, prowlbee is done and dusted!
For those that don’t know… I kind of made this -> (parental megatron vs the popular ships) <- and after that I’ve 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 tfa’s popular bumblebee ships with megatron as bumblebee’s sire in my parental megs franchise, it’s 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 hasn’t arrived yet, bumblebee maybe the faster bot, the bot that always charges right in… but never once is prowl late, he’s the most earliest bot to arrive ever.
What’s even worse is that he’s going to miss the most beautiful moment that sari talked about and it’s at their meeting spot according to prowl. It’s supposed to happen tonight and he’s running late of all bots!
“Slagging hypocrite, saying I should be on time but he’s the one that’s late!” 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.
“Because unlike you, I have an actual reason.”
Bumblebee, all too happy to see prowl, immediately pounced on the ninja bot, who didn’t even falter nor stumble when bumblebee was in his arms.
“You-! You! You’re late!” Bumblebee pointed out, making the motorcycle chuckle and pat him on the helm. “I know, I had a bit of a detour on the way.” He reassures, sitting on the grassy plains with bumblebee now in his lap.
“You?! A detour?? Please.” The minibot speaks out, rolling his eyes at the impossibility.
“That detour was being captured by decepticons and interrogated by your sire while having dinner.” Bumblebee, upon hearing all that, groaned and buried his faceplate into his servos.
“Not again. I’m so sorry, he does that a lot with bots that want to court me… apart from the dinner thing, that one’s actually very new.” He says, thinking about the other times his sire told bee about the bots that aren’t worthy of him.
“Guess that makes me the first bot to earn his blessing then.”
“Wait- what?! You got his blessing!?” Prowl answered by nodding his helm.
“Indeed, he said I’m not a worthy opponent in battle, but I’m worthy for your spark.” Bumblebee blushed before shoving the ninja bot’s chassis. “You scrap head!” He jabs, earning a warm rumble from prowl.
“I’m your scrap head.” 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.
“Woah, are they the thing that sari told us about?” Bumblebee asked, settling into his boyfriend’s lap as his helm rested against the purring chassis.
“They are, I believe they’re are. They’re called Aurora borealis, electro receptors that glow this colour specifically on this side of the region.” He told him, wrapping his arms around bumblebee’s palderon and resting there.
“They’re also known as fox fires or northern lights for a more ‘boring’ answer. He adds, earning a giggle from his minibot. “I prefer fox fires.” He comments, smiling up at the colourful lights.
“… mama’s gonna be reminded of carrier if he sees this.” He says out loud, making prowl do a double take. “Really?!” He asks. “Mhm, her optics had this kind of colour hue to them.”
Prowl… is speechless. This was the first time he’s heard of his carrier from bumblebee, he huffed with a smile, knowing full well bee’s not ready to tell the details.
“I’m sure she’ll appreciate everything earth has to offer.” He said comfortingly, grasping bumblebee’s servo as the mini squeezed back.
“Yeah… she’ll appreciate everything earth has to offer.”
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Phew! Ok, prowlbee is done and dusted!
For those that don’t know… I kind of made this -> (parental megatron vs the popular ships) <- and after that I’ve 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 tfa’s popular bumblebee ships with megatron as bumblebee’s sire in my parental megs franchise, it’s a challenge for myself.
Tfa skits: wow that’s uh… that’s 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, you’re grounded.
Bumblebee, shuffling back: *groans* seriously? Every time?!
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*Blurrbee*
Blurr: hey bee! I got you some energon smoothies your human friend recommended! I wasn’t sure which one is your favourite so I got multiple flavours there’s at least 50 more of these I’ve gotta grab I’ll be right back!
Bumblebee: wait! Blurr-! Aaaaand there he goes.
Bulkhead: wow, he really doesn’t 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! I’m an adult I can make my own decisions.
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*kidnap to adopt au*
Megatron, living once again: now, to end where you autobots stand-…
Bumblebee, whispering to Optimus: why is megatron staring at me?
Optimus: I don’t know.
Megatron, desperately figuring out ways to not harm the ‘mechling’ of the group: … this might be a troublesome obstacle.
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Wasp: hey, bumbler! How’d that energon bath work out for you?
Bumblebee, soaking wet: grr, if you and ironhide keep this up wasp, you’ll end up like this! *shows was a holographic photo*
Wasp: … we end up with a steaming hot femme or…
Bumblebee: what? *looks back at photo* oh, wrong photo-…. That’s my late carrier, you slag!
Wasp:
Wasp: THAT GORGEOUS FEMME IS YOUR CARRIER?!
Bumblebee: yeah-?! Wait… you think she’s gorgeous?
Wasp: n-no! WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF, SCRAP HEAD!
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*SG! Kidnap to adopt au*
SG! Bumblebee: you killed my leader! Now prepare to fight me you fragging cowards-!
SG! Megatron: oh my primus, you’re the cutest little thing!
SG! Bumblebee: I-… what?
SG! Decepticons, in unison: what?
SG! Megatron, picking up the feral minibot: you’re tiny, you’re precious and I just wanna hug you!
SG! Bumblebee, not used to this: … what is happening?
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Blitzwing: starscream for ze last time, no autobot is ever in our base other zhen prizoners.
Starscream: no! You don’t understand I SAW! The yellow nuisance wandering in here casually!!
Blitzwing, arching his optic ridge at starscream:
Starscream: I’m fragging serious! He’s right there walking in right now with that beverage!
Blitzwing, not turning around: I’m 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 it’ll take until he’ll finally realise?
Blitzwing: hopefully never. Vou’ll be hiz primary target if he does figure it out.
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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 you’re here because you sacrificed yourself… while MEGATRON! Gets to live?!
Ghost! Prowl: indeed, primus specify that he lives since he’s still technically not yet turned… that and also bumblebee still needs him since he’s bumblebee’s sire.
Ghost! Starscream:
Ghost! Starscream: *inhales* megatron is that scraplet’s WHAT??!!!?!
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*shattered glass*
SG! Starscream: we’ve caught the autobots, including your son sir.
SG! Megatron, walking with starscream: … how is he? Any bite marks?
SG! Starscream: surprisingly? No. He just wouldn’t stop swearing at us.
Bumblebee, glaring at the wall, mumbling: stupid stassis cuffs, stupid cell.
SG! Megatron:
SG! Starscream: problem commander?
SG! Megatron: that’s not my son. If it was, he’d stay quiet and not speak… also that one is yellow, my son is white and black.
SG! Starscream: … so that’s why he didn’t try biting my servos or frame.
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Waspinator, hesitating:
Bumblebee: … isn’t 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 he’ll rip me bit by bit until the allspark doesn’t recognise wasp.
Bumblebee: oh, she’s not exaggerating, my sire has done that before.
Waspinator reverting back to wasp: … bumblebot must say sike. Right. Now!
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*random headcanon*
Starscream, sneaking with megatron’s very private batch: hehehe! Time to quench my hunger!
*1 minute later*
Starscream, sick: ugh…. *throws up in bucket* … have I been poisoned?!!?!
Megatron, unbotheredly walking by: no. It’s just a special blend specifically made for me, other mecha just doesn’t have tanks for it.
Starscream: you knew?!
Megatron, still unbothered: it’s my ‘very private blend’ for a reason. Just face it starscream. It’ll take hours until your tanks are empty so there’s some extra energon for you in the breaker once you’re finished.
Starscream: HOURS?! …. Oh primus- *throws up more*
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Boom! Another batch of parental megatron skits, done and dusted!
As for the headcanon part? … I’ll 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, I’m so excited!! I have so much planned and I miss talking with y’all just as-… oh. I’ll 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 megatron’s presence, he looked in ‘his new’ room and just like the door, just as bare… apart from his cyber bunny on his berth but that was it. It’s just… bare.
It’s 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.
“Wow uh, you… thought of everything.. kind of.” Bumblebee shrugs, looking around the room as he walks in, with megatron following as well.
“Heh, I have thought about decorating the room at first but… after finally having you back, I realised I barely know what you like.” He told him, rubbing the back of his neck guard awkwardly.
“So, I thought it might be wise to let you decide what to decorate.” 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. “Oh! Look here.” 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. “I had the constructicons build one personally for my quearters for my helm.” He says, knocking on his helmet.
“Keeping 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.” He shrugs, lifting the table to put it back, away from prying eyes.
“Pit, I use it for my data pads all the time after hours.” He notes, moving to the other side of his room, strangely enough… there’s another door.
“Uhh… we don’t really need clothes, why do we have a-.” He was gonna ask before getting cut off by megatrons laughing bark.
“Primus no! This door here leads directly to my quarters.” He gestures. ‘Ooooh. So that’s why megatron was gonna lead me to his room.’ Bee thinks, blinking in surprise.
He imagined he was gonna use a bitlet cot with how long Megatron hadn’t had the chance to properly take care of bumblebee but this…? This makes more sense than what he originally thought of.
“See, while starscream and a few cons are on the prowl in the halls and you need something from me, my room is just there.” He walks in front of the door, immediately it swooshed open in his presence revealing his own room.
“See? Though if you need privacy it can lock just like any other-.” He stops, noticing how spaced out bumblebee is just now.. staring optics not focused.
He’s 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.
“I’ll be going to check over on some things in the nemesis, if you ever need something I’m only a comm link away.” Megatron told him, placing a servo on his palderon.
“Take as much time here as you need to, it is… much for one bot to handle.” He smiled, standing up before leaving bumblebee alone in his ‘berth room.’ 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 ark’s colours and his supplies back at the autobot base, a lot of the things he’s been missing since his ‘arrival’ in the nemesis.
… it’s just-… not the same while he was growing up. It just wasn’t… how was he supposed to-…
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… he’ll probably bite it very soon just as much as when he’s as overwhelmed as the other times he felt this way.
… but at least this time, he’ll 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 I’ll get there… I can’t promise it’ll be frequent but i can promise that it’s still being updated. Thank you all for your time and support.
Huh, I read the first and second chapter but it kind of does seem a little similar…
Wow, small world, but very big coincidences. I haven’t read this story before so the coincidence that it’s based off of this story a little is surprising.
Though mine is very much based off an au I made up where megatron’s 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 enemy’s youngest scout cause he looks and acts like a child in the group despite being a young adult…
But the story you shared is very neat, I’ll try to keep reading more of it if I can.
Read this one first… if you want to -> (ao3: ‘he might be a kid’)
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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.
“Let me go! Put me down!!” He screams, side punching the seeker’s torso kicking the air. “Not likely autobot. You’re not going to get away this tiME-!” 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 would’ve 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 he’s lost. ‘For frag sake’ 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 that’s 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.
“How did you get here.” He spoke, keeping the minibot in place while he tries and fails to escape from his grasp. “Where are your companions?” He asks, genuinely curious.
Long before bee could say anything, starscream came from the corner, out of vent. “M-my lord. An *pant* an autobot prisoner *pants* escaped-.” The seeker pauses, seeing the minibot in megatron’s grasp.
“Oh, you caught him, great.”
The warlord sighs exasperatedly as he turns to seeker, with a pissed off expression keeping the struggling scout from escaping. “… starscream.” He starts.
“My lord.” The seeker responds.
“I’m gonna need you to be very, very honest with me. Out of all the autobots to capture. Why the child?” He asks, gesturing towards the glaring yellow minibot.
“Well my lord, he-… did you just refer to the autobot as a child?” Starscream asks, both bots bit surprised by the warlord’s question.
Megatron stood there with an arched optic ridge at his SIC. “Am I not allowed to?” He asks, adjusting his hold on the minibot to a more comfortable holding position, holding the incredibly embarrassed autobot carefully.
“… my lord, with all do respect he’s a prisoner.” Starscream mentions.
“I’m using that one as bait, so why don’t you just hand over-.” 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.
“…”
“…”
“…”
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
“Uhh, if I could ask… what is happening?”
“I may have a theory.” 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.
“… frag this, I’m out! Not doing that scrap again.” Starscream assures, turning a full 180 and walked away. “Where are you going?!” Bumblebee shouts, a little freaked out at the action starscream had done.
“Anywhere 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!” He shouts, already leaving before bumblebee could process what just happened.
“…. Huh?!” Is all bumblebee got out once the seeker is gone from view. ‘Did starscream just say parental protocols?’ 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.
“You ever encounter a bot with parental protocols, be assured you’ll be treated like a sparkling.”
Bumblebee remembers, thinking more about that topic, trying to remember as to why ratchet told him this and why it’s very important-.
“Especially when one is a warframe. Since minibots are smaller compared to warframes.. they’ll most likely see you as a sparkling, not an adult.”
‘… oh scrap. Does that mean megatron-?!’
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he’s suddenly held out in front of the warlord, face to face with megatron like a parent talking with a toddler. “You hungry? You look hungry. Have you eaten?”
‘… oh. This- uh… this is a thing.’ He thinks to himself, his optics darting anywhere but megatron’s optics, until he huffs at the warlord.
“Nice try, but unluckily for you I’m not even hungry-.” 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.
“Damn it.” 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 warlord’s engine.
“That settles it. C’mon--.” He pauses, cradling bumblebee in his restarlueus like a bitlet. “-- I know a good recipe for a very happy fuel tank.”
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.
“---once, if at all it’s activated. They’ll have what’s called ‘empty nest syndrome’ they’ll likely see you as one of their own despite everything.” Ratchet’s voice echo’s once more.
“It’s more prominent in warframes than civilian frames as recent studies have shown with a Decepticon veteran compared to a civilian.”
… oh slag, he’s… 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 @cranberry333’s fic on ao3, which is honestly cool as heck! Normally I tend to do redirects towards some of the stories I’ve seen and I want to share it with a lot of you… but I don’t really know how 😓
So… I just kind of put the title of the story and the website. I’ll 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 I’m riding-.
I very recommend reading ‘he might be a kid’ if you’d like megatron actually being villainous, it’s so good!! I can’t 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? I’d like to know if there’s a difference-.)
The no being he’s 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 didn’t 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 bumblebee’s kid (and honestly same, that’s his baby and he loves him)
Oh yeah, I almost forgot bumblebee had a kid.
If megatron does meet rubble he’d probably spoil the hell out of him, like any good grandparent would… he’d 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 he’s 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, he’ll 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 wasn’t and it was from the well where he got rubble from, he’ll 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. He’s 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 headcanon’s I make and create.
Out of all the lessons, of all the things he learned and learning…
Learning about parental unit’s aren’t 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 ‘young’ 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.
“--- now then, the reason it’s always a number one priority to find sparkling’s parental units it thus.” Ratchet included, pointing to a kid drawing of what he assumes is a bot.
“Because if we ignore a distressed parental unit they’ll do everything in their power to find their baby bot, no matter who is in charge.” Ratchet warns, pointing directly at him, bulkhead, sari and prowl.
“Why is that? Is it similar to an actual human mother and father?” Sari asks, after writing down what she needs to know.
“Parental protocols can do incredibly, crazy yet dangerous things.” Optimus chimes in standing beside ratchet. “Even through vigorous and effortful training, no bot is able to stop a distressed parental unit.”
“Especially when it comes to strength.” 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. ‘What’s strength got to do with parental units?’ He thinks. “Are they strong when incredibly distressed?” Bulkhead asks, raising his servo.
“Yes. Even more so than any war frame.” Ratchet nods, letting Optimus take the field.
“I’ve 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.” He says, flicking through to showcase both bots Optimus had said in the medical wing.
“Their injuries were a lot, frame is damaged, but nothing vital or severe.” 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 hadn’t grown up with any parental units and was at the care centre almost all his life until he’s 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. “Yes bumblebee?” Ratchet asks, arching his optic ridge.
“What if the bot isn’t their own cna and energon?” Bumblebee asks, hesitantly tapping his digits nervously before sighing, not realising he how long he was holding his vent.
“Would-… would they still react just as they would with their own?” He adds, not wanting to look at ratchet and Optimus after asking.
Surprised both bots turned to each other and back at bumblebee. “Isn’t it obvious kid? Of course they would.” He answers, this got bumblebee to perk up and turn back towards the teaching bots.
“Despite no relation to some sparklings with their adoptive parent units, there are parent units that’ll see them as their own despite not being related.” He answers, switching to two bots that are very much not related, but happy.
“Even some parent units will form bonds with them, no matter how different they are, there’s even some parental grounders that adopted flight frame sparklings and the other way around.” Optimus adds, pointing at the photo.
“No 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.”
And bumblebee took every word to spark, which is a pretty big deal since he hadn’t 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.
“Huh… kind of how humans get adrenaline and power through until their loved ones are safe and sound.” Sari reminiscents out loud, smiling to herself.
“Good to know, do they uh… power down over time if they know their young is safe?” Sari asks. “Why yes, they do. Though sometimes it’s an involuntary stassis---.”
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 he’s actually paying attention to the topic.
Don’t get him wrong, bumblebee definitely proved himself he does pay attention, but it seemed more, how the humans say… ‘muscle memory.’ Cybertronians normally call it ‘frame to process info’ but the idea is the same.
… he’ll have to ask bumblebee what he learnt later tomorrow to see how he processed today’s lesson.
However at this moment, even if it wasn’t genuine…
He’s 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 au’s are very, VERY POWERFUL when they’re protective and in a panic when they’re 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 there’s 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 danger…
… 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-.
“Aaaand there, that should hold until next period.”
The nurse told us, putting away her tool kit. “Though, admittedly it should last longer thanks to the prosthetic.” She says, passing the mask back, with Tom snatching it and putting on immediately.
“…. S-sorry, miss.” He mumbles, still holding onto my hand just as tightly as when he got hit. “It’s quite alright, not the worse that’s happened.”
She says, sitting down across from the two. “Although I recommend seeing a doctor in case it might be an actual problem and some counseling.”
“C-counseling?” Tom mutters out, a bit louder than before.
“Indeed, after that hit, your friend said you were unresponsive and your eyes were darting.” She informed, staring back at Tom with a worried expression.
“And that you were breathing erratically and flinched violently when someone you don’t know tried to help you up.” The nurse adds, taking off her glasses.
“It’s a bad trauma response, something no one should deal with… but it happens, there are some adults that shouldn’t be parents and students who aren’t supposed to do harm onto others.” She includes.
I turned to Tom, who had shrunk away from the nurse and closer to me, hand still tightly grasped.
“I still recommend counseling, I’ll tell the principal that he’ll be expecting you and he’ll talk about redoing your schedule.” She notes, writing a slip for Tom and passed the pink coloured paper towards Tom.
“T-thank you miss… um-.”
“Just Mrs. M is fine, see you boys later when you need to.” She waves them off, already going back to what she’s doing while me and Tom got out of her office.
We both didn’t say a word, Tom slowly but steadily let go once he felt calm enough. “You ok?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Um… I’m not sure.” He told me, unsure but willing. “We-… we missed so many classes.”
“Yeah, we did.” I shrugged, turning my head fully towards the dark brunette. “But health matters, physically, emotionally and mentally.” I told him, standing in front of him before we continue onwards.
“Mental and physical health are very important, more important than classes and getting a good grade.” I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“If there ever is a teacher or a student who says otherwise, they are wrong, don’t listen to them.” I added, waiting his eyes dart and express so many emotions in one go in seconds before settling onto acceptance.
“.. can-… can I be in the same classes as you?” He asks me, I smiled and handed back his note book and assignment book he dropped.
“Sure, are any classes you don’t like?” I ask him.
“Religion, the other classes are more so because of my leg.” He answers, pointing to his left leg.
“That’s fair, science is a bit of an anxiety attack waiting to happen for me.” I admit, watching his eyes go wide and possibly furrow.
“Really? You look so… self actualised.” He gestures, bewildered.
“I dealt with it a lot almost my life when I turned 10, plus with chronic night terrors.”
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 Tom’s is more of an emergency pick up.
My first few days in this town and… surprisingly I feel like I’m home despite moving a lot in my life with my family.
I got myself three new friends, though I’m a bit worried about Tom. The look on his face was of petrified fear and terror… I’ve 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 we’re hopeful, the internet connection might get back on track and not be as unstable as it is currently! So that’s good.
Warning⚠️‼️⛔️: accidental blackmail, second hand embarrassment, humility, embarrassment shenanigans, I’m serious. Read at your own risk.
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‘Scrap, scrap, scrap, scrap!”’
Bumblebee repeats himself in his helm, driving as fast as he can. Not too long ago, his sire megatron said he’ll be sending him his sparkling photos.
Yep, you heard correctly. Megatron is bumblebee’s 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 that’s 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 he’s in front of teletran-1, he thanked primus he made it. Typing away he was about open his sire’s message on teletran-.
“Bumblebee?”
The mini squeaked, stopping himself mid type, slowly turning towards the bot that called out. “Heyyy… bossbot.” He greats him with a wave.
“Hi bee, you’re back… very early.” He said obviously, arching his optic at the minibot. “did something happen?” He asks, concern written on his faceplate. “Nope! Just- uh… hoping I’d catch up on monitor duty!” He tries, straining his smile.
Optimus blinks and sighs with a slight smile on his dermas. “That’s very thoughtful bumblebee, but your duty isn’t up until tomorrow.” He interludes bumblebee cursed under his vent.
“It’ll be fine bee, I’m just looking into our messages to see if we got anything new from ultra Magnus.” Optimus told him, bumblebee had terror on his faceplate when he’s about to check the messages.
So the minibot, stood between the prime and teletran one before he can look up at the screen. “W-wait! Bossbot, can I just check something before-?”
Bumblebee tries, but got shut down and moved out of the way (gently!) before he can speak his reasoning to the prime.
“Bossbot please! It’s urgent-.” Bumblebee tries again, pulling at Optimus’ restarlueus. “How so?” He asks, arching his optic ridge as to say ‘try me’ with how his optics looked. “I-it could be dangerous! Maybe even death threats!”
Optimus kept his optic ridge raised him. “I-it could also be a bomb!” He tries again, sweating coolant at how stupid he sounded just by saying that.
“A bomb? On teletran one. In the form of a message sent by who knows-… who’s d-16?” He asks, before bumblebee could even shout to Optimus had already opened the message from ‘d-16’ and it opened up immediately.
Revealing a holographic photo of him as a sparkling, smiling and reaching up towards his sire. And bumblebee’s faceplate? Went. Red. And steam escaped his frame when his photo is now completely in view on teletran’s screen.
Neither of them spoke, not even when another message popped up telling bumblebee he’ll send more when he can. “….”
“… is that you as a sparkling?!” He asks, optics very bright and smile very wide as he points to his bitlet photo. “…. I can explain-.”
“Yohou were so cute!” He interrupts, turning to see an embarrassed and completely flustered minibot, turning away from both Optimus and teletran.
“Shut up.” He interjects with a mumble, covering his faceplate as more steam rises from his palderons. “But you were adorable! Look at your whittle smile.”
“Please stop. It wasn’t supposed to go to teletran’s message.” He interludes with a pout, restarlueus crossed and face flushed as Optimus keeps on cooing at his sparkling photo.
“Are you done?” He asks, tapping his ped repeatedly and impatiently as Optimus coughed into his servo. “Yes, I am.” His prime answers, trying to compose himself as his back plate is turned away from teletran.
“Can I delete it now?” He asks, looking up at the taller mech with a flustered scowl. “Why? Is it bothering you that much?? Is it… blackmail?” He asks in a whisper, intake covered as his faceplate turns to horror.
“What? No! My sire accidentally sent it to teletran-1 instead of our private link.” Bumblebee confirms. Optimus vents in relief, thanking primus that it wasn’t what he thought it was, then it turns to realisation.
“How’d he get on teletran’s messages?” He questions, physically remembering that he did not add the designation-. “Oh, I put it there, it’s mandatory for any cadet to put their sire and carrier’s comm link.” Bumblebee answers.
Optimus oh’d at the answer with a single nod, before furrowing his optic ridges in concern.
“… and you want to delete it?” He asks, arching his optic ridge. “Y-… yeah. I- It’s embarrassing!” Bumblebee shouts, crossing his restarlueus. “Why is it embarrassing?” 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. “Bee, whatever it is I won’t judge you for being defensive.” He adds, letting his scout take as much as he could possibly want.
“… I heard you and ratchet talk about how he and you didn’t have any parental units, only that you guys have mentors, then prowl told us about his mentor.” Bumblebee told him, looking down sadly at his peds.
“Then bulkhead told me his own carrier isn’t really his actual carrier and one thing happened the next and then I heard most protoforms aren’t sparklings and-… I’ve been told that sparkling forged bots are the weakest and the least reliable.”
Optimus stared at bumblebee like he grown a second helm right in front of him. “Who in primus’ name told you that?!” He asks, arching his optic ridges in concern at the minibot in front of him.
“… wasp did, not to me in my faceplate but… sarge said he’s correct.” Optimus sighed exasperatedly before turning back to bumblebee. “Well your sarge is wrong.” He simply says, straightening his back strut.
“Not 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.” He told him, giving his scout a gentle pat on the helm.
“From what I read they’re 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.” He tells bee, letting that sink before continuing.
“They just needed guidance, without that they’re just as clueless as any other bot who just activated from their protoform stage. Besides, I was one myself.”
Those words held deep for bee and that last bit made him blink in surprise. “Y-you?! A forge bot too?!!?” Bee blurts out, surprised by the fact his bossbot, the mech he looks up to. Was also a forged spark himself.
“Indeed. And the little adventures I had are, well… it gave the Magnus anxiety just talking about it.” 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.
“Wow… I-… heh, thanks bossbot.” Bumblebee says softly, smiling up at him. “It’s my pleasure, bee.” Optimus replies, bringing bumblebee in for a hug when bee first stepped forward with his restarlueus opened wide.
They’ve been like this for about two earth minutes until bumblebee let go. “Do you think you can tell me about those adventures-” He paused realising too little too late when he spotted that smirk.
Bumblebee knows all too well what that smirk means, he’s been around Optimus a lot to know when he’s feeling mischievous.
“Bossbot.” Bumblebee warns, trying to sound threatening… but fails when he saw that smirk widen. “What?” 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.
“Bossbot, I know that look. You are not-!”
“Autobots! Report to the control room immediately!” He orders through the link, which in turn makes bumblebee strangled a scream of embarrassment.
“Why?!” He shouts, his frame steaming all over the place again once the others have immediately turned up.
“We came as soon as we can.” Prowl says appearing out of nowhere. “Is it serious?? Is it the decepticons?!” Bulkhead asks, charging right after.
“Aight I’m here, what’s all the-.” Ratchet appeared as well, all three paused in their tracks when they saw the picture on teletran’s screen.
“Wha-?! Aawww is that you little buddy?” Bulkhead asks, pointing towards the screen.
“Pfft-! Primus that cute.” Prowl says, hiding a fond smile under his own servo.
“Snrk! D’aww! Someone’s embarrassed~.” Ratchet interludes, smiling at how much steam is escaping from bumblebee’s frame.
Especially with how embarrassed he is right now. “Why’d you do that bossbot.”
“For you to actually learn humility.” Is all he said when giving bumblebee a pat oh his helm, watching for his horns. “I’m going to my room.”
bumblebee says before getting stopped by the prime picking him up once again. “Not so fast bee, to learn about humility is to embrace it.”
Bumblebee whines, restarlueus crossed and faceplate so red and glowing. “C’mon bee there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Bulkhead tries, but got distracted by the photo once again.
“Aww! He’s so tiny!” Is all Bumblebee heard from prowl, burying his faceplate against optimus’ 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 was…
“Sire is SO losing his mama privileges when I call him!”
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Note: don’t do this to your coworkers or… anyone really, even as a prank. Don’t.
unless they’re 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. Don’t. No one likes a prick, nor a bitch nor anyone without a common sense braincell.
… I don’t 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. That’s how this story was made…
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
I have a small idea: I feel like Megatron or Optimus Prime will go Papa Wolf (in a little extreme way) on Baby Bumblebee every time he gets kidnapped by their own enemies or rivals.
(Please, I begged you, don't look at Kiss Players in Transformer Series.)
Ooooo, that is such a great idea!
I’ll save that idea for another random fic later, but which transformer universe shall I put that in? Hmm…
(… first of all: I’m sorry, what the fuck!! Are kiss players and why are they in the transformers series? Secondly: thanks for the warning, I won’t be looking into that.
Aaand I don’t think I’ll check it out anytime soon since you’re begging me to not look into it. I appreciate your concerns and I’ll listen to it)
Did the Weavers, Sam and Travis, listen to Phone Guy's tapes?
… *sighs* read the sign *points to the sign I just made*
(The sign, right here)
… This’ll be the the last time I’ll answer this.
Like I said before, I’m taking a break from working on fnaf crossovers with wick, I’ll come back to it when I’m ready but at the moment, I’m not ready to go back on it. I apologise for the inconvenience and not wording the message properly
Onto the answer: If possible, yes but not really. Since this is around the 2010’s most of the recording is either damaged or lost, mostly damaged…
So if they find a tape that’s actually in good condition they’ll probably thoroughly listen to it
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