Enemy fraternization but Bee can make it legal. (Break the ice - BlitzbeeWeek2026 - Day 2)
We all know he isn't thinking about the Autobot cause right now right?
Time to chuck those pesky morals out a few windows. Well if you are already a Prime, as long as the current Magnus doesn't hear about it is free real estate. What are they gonna do? Tell Optimus?
Plus with the rising threat of the Predacon Virus there are three combined bots that would care about such news. At least it is a lieutenant and not the person responsible for the resistance. Although still I think the description of the next few hours could only be found on the back of Bumblebees tombstone.
I absolutely wanted to draw Bumble prime for some prompt of Blitzbee week.
How did I not see the vision when his design came out???
As an extra, here is an amazing colored sketch by my lovely friend who drew this for me @sh4y-ur-joking
We haven't forgotten! Join us May 25–31 for a week full of prompts dedicated to the Bumblebee/Blitzwing ship! 💛💜
While we do provide prompts, you may follow them as loosely as you'd like or come up with your own! There is also no obligation to fulfill every prompt. Have fun with it!
This event accepts all creative forms regardless of media or skill level. AUs and other continuities are welcome too! NSFW is allowed but please tag your works accordingly. We will be using the tags #suggestive and #valveplug for filtering purposes.
Please tag us and use the tag #BlitzbeeWeek2026 for your works! There will also be a collection on Ao3 under the BlitzbeeWeek account.
And a big thank you to @an0n-an0maly for making the art for this year's banner!
Blitzbee Week is also being held on Discord (18+).
Prompts in text below cut.
Day 1 (May 25): Deer in the Headlights
Day 2 (May 26): Break the Ice
Day 3 (May 27): Eye for an Eye
Day 4 (May 28): Bed of Roses/Bed of Thorns
Day 5 (May 29): Burning Bridges
Day 6 (May 30): Stars Align
Day 7 (May 31): Lichtblick [Ray of Hope]
got any blitzbee for blitzbee week? or any ship with bee :]
So i’m a day late but the subject for day one being forbidden had art that inspired me so much.
I loved it.
Bee sneaking Blitzwing out who was kept in the lowest parts of autobot territory after being tortured.
He was physically tortured and it shows with how much energon he’s leaking and how much of his frame is missing. There’s a small pool of energon on the floor, his insignia has been ripped off. His wings were damaged but he could still fly. They badly damaged the treads of his tank alt mode and Bee winces at how heavy the chains are around his secret conjunxs neck cables and servos and pedes are.
They have to keep someone like Blitzwing in stasis cuffs and so the chains act as a numbing agent and keep him immobile. Bee sees all this even if his team tried to keep him from seeing it because they believed he was traumatized during his capture and thats why he won’t speak.
It wasn’t that though.
He and Blitzwing had known each other for millions of stellar cycles. Their courting was long, shy and done before the war actually broke out.
Bee was far older than they thought he was. Yeah he was still a young bot but he was emerged before the great wars really kicked off about a hundred years approximately. He’s only ever known war and it was during the war he met Blitzwing.
He was a young mech that got caught in a blast running to safety. He was relatively fine but the young seeker next to him was not.
Bee doesn’t know how he did it but he managed to bring the large lanky seeker into a destroyed shelter and patching him up the best he could.
Of course he recognized the decepticon insignia after helping him but at that time Bee knew the decepticons were right in fighting for freedom. This was before things became twisted and when Megatron wasn’t a warlord.
It was a couple days later before Blitzwing onlined. The mech was in a daze and couldn’t hold his own helm up. Bee managed to find some energon that wasn’t enough to quench even his thirst but he gave it to the large mech who greedily drank it before rushing to sit up with a wince.
Of course Bee was on guard and scurried back. He wasn’t stupid, a bleeding spark yes but not stupid, he knew he couldn’t take on any bot fighting in the war let alone a con as tall as this one.
But the con didn’t seem at all willing to hurt him in fact the con looked at him like he hung the stars covered by smog and smoke.
Bee can admit he was love struck looking into those optics the first time he truly saw them.
Its why he took the lanky mechs servo in his own and never looked back as he was led to a tent on an old and tribal looking base camp where many cons and those looking for change and safety wandered.
They initially were strangers who felt their spark soar every moment they were near another. Bee knew the mech when his designation was Frostwing.
Sharing soft touches, making sure their tent was clean and warm by the time the mech came back. Making energon for them and others who were injured, helping patch wounds under medics guided servos so he could be of use and not feel like a rusted bag of spare parts.
Before autobots became too underhanded bots were still emerging sparklings and even having them. He would help take care of them and help around the tents so the carriers wouldn’t have to clean and could rest.
He remembers the early days of being with the decepticons off battlefield. They were damaged, broken and hurt. But warm, kind and caring in ways he didn’t associate with autobots.
Frostwing as well.
Especially Frostwing.
Bots wouldn’t believe him if he said the mech who became a triple changer and cannibal once brought him sweet energon every week in the roughest of war zones because he believed he was worth it. This same mech who made sure he was cuddled close to his chassis, rubbing his helm to lull him into recharge with the help of his spark was the same mech who later was injured so badly in the middle of the war they used the triple changer project to bring him back.
Changing him painfully without consent with manipulation and no care for his well being.
Bee knew better than to say something. He didn’t want to risk either of them being offlined. Its was then he knew the decepticons had changed but it was too late.
Frostwing was now a valuable weapon and Bee was far too indebted to them to leave. Not to mention he was the sparkbond and conjunx of Frostwing now named Blitzwing.
His love was given two additional face plates and a fractured processor and frame that left him aching and in pain for what felt like stellar cycles.
Bee stayed up every night with him keeping his frame from over heating and administering pain lines to ease his torment.
He was afraid his love had changed drastically and wouldn’t love him anymore. Wouldn’t be able to live in a frame with a mind so altered and so suddenly after a near death experience.
Bee knew the moment he saw his beloved changed he would stay by his side no matter what. He just feared Blitzwing would not want him.
But his fears were for nothing.
His love, his spark and beautiful conjunx still took one look at him and reached out his servo to wipe away his tears. Blitzwing looked at him like the day they first met.
His mech was still so love with him and Bee couldn’t have been happier.
He felt he jinxed their happiness because it wasn’t long before they were nearing the end of the war that a deadly raid took place.
Carriers were kidnapped, sparklings were offlined, mechs were losing their processors at the loss of their families and the extricating cut off of their bonds.
He knew Megatron still had a spark somewhere left in there because he ordered a retreat and took to the front lines and was the last to board the ship. Whoever he could take he did.
But by then it was too late.
Majority of the sparklings were gone.
The carriers were all offline from the loss of their sparklings or being killed. Sires sparks had given out due to the pain and he was held by high command kept in a tight grip assumed to be a prisoner made to do servant labor.
He remembers the feeling of his spark flickering at watching the ship leave and the battles to come. Blitzwing was his worst trying to get to him. Find any clue of him before being declared too dangerous and wild by Megatron of all bots.
They would send small search parties for him but eventually after the all spark was launched, they stopped.
And Bee was left to autobot command.
Where they eventually put him with a new designation and in bot camp.
Sure he met Bulkhead and they became friends but it wasn’t…life was not the same. Not without his conjunx.
He missed him.
Terribly, every day.
The others knew something was up but not what.
They figured he was too young to have experienced any real pain in life and he hated it. But he didn’t want to expose himself when the elite guard specifically threatened that his former identity not be known.
So he kept his dermas shut, not that his team could tell with his happy go lucky personality, he played his role and part and would then go off looking to the stars hoping for his spark to be out there, alive and well.
He got his wish in the form of two craters in the city of Detroit.
One he remembers being Lugnut who immediately recognized him and thankfully kept quiet and the other, his spark.
Who thankfully sprung into action taking him far from the fight as Lugnut easily handled the others and kept them around him to give the two of them time as Blitzwing soared to the sky shouting incoherent words between all three of his faces while Bee cried tears of joy and screams of pain, relief, agony at being apart for so long and pure happiness at feeling the thrum of his conjunx’s spark swirling in tandem before plunging into his.
His spark soared the skies in a mating dance he readily accepted and trusted without a second thought.
Chirping and cooing with a rev of his engine to a pop of his door wings revealing them in a wing dance of acceptance that made Blitzwing plunge dive. It left Bee a squealing mess of laughter and carefree excitement he hadn’t felt since the day he last raced his love back on their home planet.
They both knew their time was limited.
Bee rushed to kiss his conjunx telling him the words he so desperately needed to say, “I love you,” before his audials heard the most beautiful voice box say it back.
“And I, love you,” his spark always knew how to touch him with words alone.
So long apart yet this wasn’t a stranger before him.
The same Blitzwing he met on the battlefield all those stellar cycles ago. The same Blitzwing who became a triple changer and would try to comfort him even though Bee wasn’t the one in pain. This very same mech who would hand feed him in his lap just because he wanted to take care of him. This very same mech who wanted to shield him from the horrors the best he could during the war. This mech, his mech, whose spark sang for him as they touched helms and became one so easily, after all this time.
This was the same mech he would risk life and limb for without a moments hesitation.
Their many late night meetings on Earth, before the decepticons were captured and brought back to Cybertron, raced through his mind as he snuck into the lower deck of the ship and waited until the coast was clear.
Tears in his optics, servos shaking and spark breaking at the sight of his love who sneered.
So big and strong, even while in so much pain.
He couldn’t help but sniffle and try to silence it before stepping to into the dim flickering light that made red optics more beautiful than they should be in this moment.
“Mein hummel.”
Those optics always beheld the stars when looking at him and he could only hope to do them justice.
“We’re getting out of here,” he kissed, pressing his helm to his beloveds. Servo transforming into a blade Bee cut through the chains as quickly and quietly as he could. Watching his conjunx flick his wings and stretch his frame before scooping him up and making quick work to take the corridors Bee used to sneak inside.
They were halfway free when the alarm rang but by then, it was too late.
“I came prepared,” Bee smiled.
Blurr stood with Shockwave at his side, the one optic con holding most of Blurrs weight as the healing former agent nodded towards them and motioned for them to leave.
Shockwave carried the mech as he ran for it. Blitzwing did the same and Bee made sure to use his arm canon, his original weapon given by his love, to cave in the doorways they passed.
All too soon they were outside making their way into a ship that was rushed to the skies and dodging blaster fire.
Bee could see his former team watching the ship fly away in betrayal and hurt before looking away.
He would never pick them over his spark but that didn’t make it hurt any less.
A servo on his shoulder and he looked to see Blurr shaking his helm.
“Don’t linger, it’ll make it worse.”
Nothing else was said after that.
For once Blurr didn’t talk at the speed of light and Bee had nothing to say.
He burrowed into his spark mate who gripped him tight covering his frame and in return Bee shielded Blitzwing’s spark.
Laying his helm over the shielded thrumming orb of life, he pressed a kiss to it.
And his love helped hide him from the world just as he needed.
-
I love this ship.
If you have any asks about them go ahead my inbox is always open. Hope everyone enjoys this.
