Tfa fearless and alabaster lapis, namely superdad megatron not at all ready for his kids to start dating
TFA Alabaster is making his first official appearance!
Also decided to officially name this AU!
TFA Megadad AU!
Hope you enjoy!
TFA Fearless meets TFA Alabaster Lapis
SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Familial, Human reader
TFA
Being the oldest youngest sibling sucked for Fearless.
Technically in Cybertronian terms, they were the youngest.
Being in their teens compared to thousand year old Cons does that.
But by Earth standards… they were still the youngest, but mentally they were one of the older siblings!
Well middle child, but not the youngest!
That was for Oberon!
They were sure that Ironhold would be their younger twin, but they couldn’t prove it yet.
And Ophelia… there was no competition there.
She practically reeked of eldest daughter.
But no!
In the eyes of her siblings, THEY were the baby!
The dumb fragile baby that needed to be wrapped in bubble wrap and ‘protected’ at all times!
Just because their ribs ended up getting bruised from the last few surprise trust falls, that did not give them excuse to use the little sibling card!
So that brought them here.
The warehouse district.
Full of old abandoned warehouses.
Why was there an entire district for these things?
Fearless wasn’t going to think too hard on that, besides these used to be their old stomping grounds before the Cons came into the picture.
They were walking by one of the older crate warehouses listening to their tunes on full blast.
When suddenly they heard a harsh peel of tires and nearly got whiplashed by how fast a pair of servos snatched them from the ground.
Yep, their bruised ribs definitely didn’t like that.
But panic started setting in when they did not register who’s servos these were.
These were con servos.
And they had been picked up enough by the bots to know what their servos feel like, these were from a stranger’s.
It also didn’t help that they were being pressed up against this bot’s chassis with no way of seeing their face.
The bot carefully takes Fearless away from his chassis. Fearless: “Okay wise guy! What’s the big idea!” The bot blinked. Alabaster: “I’m not ‘Wise Guy’, my name is Alabaster Lapis.” Fearless takes a good look at the bot holding them. He wasn’t someone they knew on either side. Fearless: “Alabaster? That’s… unique.” The bot seemed to puff his chassis at the compliment. By the Allspark why was it cute!? No focus! We must stay focused! Fearless: “I… um… I’m okay. But what was that about? You know there are better ways of introducing yourself, right?” Alabaster gestured to the side and Fearless saw the reason for the rushed introduction. Right where they were walking now lay the ruins of an old crate. If they had been under that, they would have gone squish! This bot had just saved their life. Alabaster: “I just acted! I thought you would move after the first creaks, but you didn’t.” Fearless: “…Thanks Alabaster. Wait, that’s too long of a name, we gotta figure out some nickname for you.” Alabaster blinked confused. Alabaster: “Nickname? Like those names that the people on the TV give each other when they are friends? Wait are we friends now!?” Fearless couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the excitement this bot was showing on his face. Fearless: “Guess we are. I’m Fearless by the way.”
Time goes on as Fearless and Alabaster’s friendship blossomed.
They insisted on making the old warehouse homier for their new friend.
It looked way too cold and lifeless in the warehouse as it was.
The bot had no objections, even producing color schemes he wanted to try on the walls.
The two of them ended up covered in paint and dust.
Self-care days came once Fearless tried to give Alabaster a wash and noticed how dull his paint job was.
They made sure that bot was the best-looking food truck in this city!
Speaking of food, the duo made it a weekly tradition to find random recipes online and from cooking channels.
Though whether these recipes actually turned out good was another story…
Alabaster is gently rubbing Fearless’s back as they puke into a bucket. Alabaster: “There, there, I told you that was a bad idea.” Fearless is sweaty and shoots him an exhausted look. Fearless: “D-didn’t you—you say to add---add the extra salt?” Alabaster just continues to rub their back as they go back to puking.
Sure, about half of the time Alabaster ended up nursing a sick Fearless, but the other half ended up on his list of things to cook in his alt mode.
He needed to feed his best friend after all.
Sleepovers took place after a particularly bad storm hit the city.
Fearless didn’t feel like getting drenched or calling anyone to come get them so they stayed.
Alabaster was so scared to be near the human while he slept.
What if he rolled over and squashed them!?
Solution?
Sleeping on a ‘nest’ of blankets, tucked safely near his neckcables.
Sleepovers soon became almost as religious as self-care days.
Fearless is getting cozy in their nest. Alabaster: “Why haven’t you told them?” Fearless: “Hmm?” Alabaster: “The Con’s. You haven’t told them. Why?” Fearless: “…I don’t know myself ‘Aster.” Lies. They know exactly why. Fearless: “Do you… Do you want me to tell them?” Alabaster: “No… No thanks. The last thing I want is to be dragged into a war.” He glances at them and smiles a bit. Alabaster: “Besides, with all that time fighting, who’s going to be watching you?” Fearless laughs a bit, gently shoving his faceplate. Fearless: “You mean who’s going to be watching you. You can’t fight to save your life ‘Aster. If anything, I’d have to save your sorry tailpipe from danger.” Both bot and human laughed wholeheartedly. Fearless snuggles closer to their bot. Fearless: “Night ‘Aster.” Alabaster: “Night Fearless.”
The siblings start to notice the lack of their human sibling in the base after a couple of months pass.
At first, they brushed it off.
Fearless did have a life outside the base after all.
But once they started blowing the game night and weekly venting parties, they knew something was off.
The siblings did try to stage an intervention once, but it ended with Ironhold and Fearless yelling at each other.
The human took their revenge by staying out of the base and radio silent for a full month.
… Well, not complete silence.
Fearless did send an occasional text to Silver Aid just to let her know they were okay.
They couldn’t have their Mama worried now.
Megatron is walking by Oberon’s room but pauses when he hears more voices in there. He stops and hovers a bit. Lugnut spots him. Lugnut: “My Lord? What are you doing?” Megatron shushes him and tries to listen better. Lugnut: “My Lord isn’t this an invasion of privacy? Oberon will not be happy when he finds out.” Megatron: “If he finds out. Now silence.” Oberon: “—There’s no way that’s possible! Its—That’s—Its Fearless we’re talking about! Our chaotic gremlin of a sibling! Our little rat! Our little adrenaline junkie!” Ironhold: “I’m going to have to agree with Oberon on this one Ophelia. There simply is no way this is possible.” Ophelia: “It may be hard to think about, but we can’t rule it out!” Megatron was wondering what in the world his children were talking about. Yes, Fearless had been a bit absent lately, but not that absent… right? Oberon: “You’ve been watching too many soap operas with Silver.” Ophelia: “I’m telling you it’s a possibility.” Megatron hears fake gagging. Ophelia: “Oh grow some bearings the both of you. It is a natural thing, and it just so happened to Fearless.” Ironhold: “No! I will not stand here and think another second of Fearless having a Conjunx any longer!” … … CLANK! Lugnut: “MY LORD!” The siblings open the door just to see Lugnut carrying their father to the medbay. Wonder what happened there?
Ironhold and Oberon at the idea of their chaotic racoon baby sibling being married before them.