Twitch is small enough to just sit on Wheeljack's shoulder or hang of his back like a baby koala. At some point she even learn how sleep in this position so now Dad2 can work in the lab while she is taking a nap
Grimlock either picks Jawbreaker piggyback style or let him ride on his back when Grim is in his alt mode (also sometimes Swoop just... swoops down, picks JB by shoulders and flies off while Grimlock just stan there like 🦖 the frag am I suppose to do now?)
Tarantulas walks on his spider legs while carring Nightshade around, this way he can walk on uneven ground and climb while the kid can rest (Prowl is somehow balancing on his back, servo streached out in a "Onward" position. No one is brave enough to tell him it does not looks as cool as he thinks)
Hashtag is a little sad that she isn't as small as her siblings and she can't be carry around like the rest of them. Her height and weight don't not stop Starscream from still picking her up anyway when she complain about being tired. He even tried flying with her on his back (later, after they find Skyfire frozen in ice, Sky just picks her up like it's nothing, he is strong enough to far throw mechs twice as tall as Hashtag after all. In fact he is so strong, he can just let her hang of his shoulders while he is carring Starscream bridal style)
Swindle just picks Thrash by an ankle and hang him over his shoulders like a sack of dirty laundry, energon cube in the other hand, zero frag given. Thrash actually like this because now all of his energon is flowing down to his head and therefor his thinking should improve (it does not)
WARNING: Yandere behaviour, obsessive and delusional behaviour. Mentions of wanting kids/having kids (or sparklings in this case) Reader is gender neutral. Another long ass post.
OPTIMUS PRIME
Optimus feels... empty, somehow, every single day. Talking with the G.H.O.S.T humans, working alongside Megatron, Elita and the others, catching trouble-maker decepticons, protecting civilians - nothing makes him feel fulfilled.
As far as he knows, he is fine - he is not glitching or has catched a virus, none of his allies has been hurt and things have been relatively calm. Then why does he feel empty? Like he is on autopilot nearly all the time? It's like he has too many things inside of his helm and yet nothing at the same time. Optimus Prime it is not entirely sure what is going on with him, so he decides to remain quiet and just... keep going.
He is thankful that he can make a little change of routine by visiting the Malto family to see how the whole family is doing, as well the young Terrans. And he feels his mood become brighter at knowing he is going to get to see you again. He arrives just in time when both Alex and Dot are about to leave to get some food and things they need for the week, welcoming Optimus and telling him that Bee, the kids and you are by where the cows are nearly all day.
When the mech arrives, he is met with such a precious sight that makes his engines rumble and his spark pulsate with such strenght it nearly hurts him.
You were resting against a tree, sitting on the ground, in your arms was sleeping Twitch on your lap, her helm resting against your chestplate. Meanwhile, Hashtag was resting as her helm was cuddled against your other shoulderplate, one of her arms linked with yours. The both looked so peaceful while you were humming a small lullaby for the two sleeping sisters, craddling the smaller one with one of your arms and holding the servo of the taller one.
"Oh, Optimus!" You quietly welcomed Optimus once you noticed the shadow he was casting over you and the two young terrans. Looking up at the prime, you give him a bright smile. "Sorry, I would greet you - but I have such pretty sleepy helms in my hold." You say, chuckling a little as Twitch snuzzles her head against your chestplate, and even tries to hug you in her sleepy state.
"... they look so comfortable." Optimus said, carefully sitting by your free side, with a soft smile.
"Both were rather rebellious at night and stayed up watching those animated series Robby and Mo showed them - but I can't be mad at them, not when they are so adorable." You coo, gently snuzzling your helm against Hashtag's, who seems to smile in her sleep and snuzzle back a little. "They are just like sparklings - don't tell them I called them that." You joke, giggling as you look at Optimus.
It is the sight of you (divine, perfect you), holding the new generation of their kind, both protectively yet softly, as a Carrier would do with their sparkling, that has Optimus' spark feel complete.
And the picture of you, holding a small sparkling in your arms that looks just like you and him - the solid expression of the love you and Optimus have as the Conjux Endura of the other, comes to Optimus' mind. He can already visualize it - the love in your optics when you look down at your sparkling, smiling softly to then welcome Optimus back home - to his family, to his Conjux and sparkling.
That is what his spark needs to feel complete. And he promises to make it true. To become the Sire and you the Carrier of the sparkling he wishes to have with you, the light of his life.
BUMBLEBEE
Bee was more than sure he didn't want sparklings, even after meeting you and falling in love deeply and hard for you. You two were still young, busy with your own tasks and missions, helping Optimus and the others - and still not each other's Conjuxes... or even dating each other, in general. (Bee promises to himself he is going to confess soon).
And Bee was slightly more confident on the idea of not wanting to have sparklings after being tasked to train the Terrans. Yeah, they were good kids and he cared for them, but geez, they could be a little bit much sometimes. Just like now - Thrash had no ill intentions, far from that! The young terran wanted to help his younger brother try to do some of the training Bee had already put the older terran before. But Jawbreaker still didn't felt confident, anxiously playing with his servos, not knowing how to deal with his brother's excited insistence. Bee wanted to intervine, but always got silenced at a new encouragment from Thrash's side.
"Thrash, sweetspark." Your voice catches the attention of the three mech. You walk towards them, standing in front of the two terrans. "Remember we have to listen to the others - Jawbreaker is not so sure about doing the train, sweetspark. How was that making you feel, Jawbreaker?" You ask gently.
The young terran lowers his helm a little. "Too pressured..." He answered.
"Oh - no, no! I'm sorry, Jawbreaker, I didn't mean to!" Thrash is quick to apologize, worried. Jawbreaker looks at him, giving his brother a small smile for his apology.
"There we go - it is good to try and encourage others, sweetspark, but you gotta also learn when to backoff and let the others express their thoughts and feelings, just like a good sibling, leader or friend would do. Okay?" You ask, placing your servos on both terran's shoulders. As Thrash promises to be more mindful and Jawbreaker thank him for listening - Bee is... speechless.
Your soft yet wise voice, how gently you corrected the older terran and made sure to bring support to the younger terran, the way you worked with your words to give a lesson, how you made Jawbreaker feel heard and how Thrash realized his mistake in such a healthy way...
Oh, Primus - Bee felt his spark twist and vibrate. You could be such a good Carrier, and Bee would make sure to be the best Conjux and Sire of them all. He would keep you and your sparklings safe and sound, just like you two already do with the Terrans. From that day, Bee keeps replaying that recorded moment in his mind - you looked so precious, taking care the terrans, like a Carrier would do... and he is going to become a good Sire, he promises.
WHEELJACK
The day started great - he was going to visit the Maltos, specially his daughter - I mean, Twitch. But when he was right in the middle of the forest that was closer to the Malto's family territory, he was met with the sound of metal clashing with metal.
He started to run towards the commotion to then found Twitch being held by her sibling Nightshade, a couple steps in front of them there was you, giving the final shot to end the last Arachnamechs that ambushed the terrans. Wheeljack was frozen in place as he saw how you held such an angry and deadly expression on your faceplate once you finished the last small bot. To then change into a worried one once you turned and ran towards the two terrans.
"Are you two okay?!" You ask, worried as you kneel in front of Nightshade, who nods, shaking as their hold on Twitch loosens a little, who looks up at you, extending her arms for a hug "My Primus." You thank as you hug the two terrans, who hug you back tightly. "I'm not letting that creep take you two or your siblings, you're safe and sound." You coo and snuggle your helm against the two terrans, making them feel safe and protected.
Wheeljack finally snapped out of his trance and came out - to be met with your main weapon pointed at him.
"Dad2!" Twitch's happy cry made you lower your weapon as the smaller terran is quick to fly and hug Wheeljack.
"You two okay?" Wheeljack asks, holding Twitch. She nods, quick to explain how everything went on and how you saved them, smiling brightly. Wheeljack looked at you, finding the sight of Nightshade quickly holding your hand for comfort, and you giving the young terran such a gentle and reassuring smile.
"Alright, alright - let's go back home, Twitch. We gotta tell Optimus about Mancreep's activity." You said, starting to walk with Nightshade, still holding their servo. "Oh - your, eh, Dad2 can come too - come on." You gave Wheeljack a smile, and Twitch was quick to hold her adoptive dad's servo and pull him to follow them.
From there on, Wheeljack can only think about you - how fierce you looked protecting the terrans, to then look at them with pure love and affection, as a Carrier does with their own sparklings...
You... protected his daughter. No, that is wrong. You protected yours and Wheeljack's sparkling. Such a good Carrier you were. Protecting your sparklings, keeping them safe from dangers and killing it before it could reach them. Wheeljack was so proud of you, his Conjux. Being the best Carrier... what is he doing? How could he leave his Conjux and sparklings all alone? He needs to be by your side and your sparklings sides, too. He has to be a good Sire, after all.
Hehehe I liked writing this one.ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝVhaos out!
So I had a bit of a different plan for this, but the ending of Earthspark S3 really got me upset, so I've altered it a little bit :')
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The ferry that went to Griffin Rock rarely did private ventures, but today was a different story. Chief Burns had set out early in the morning after loading a massive trailer, the ferry captain and his crew that definitely included those who were supposed to be off excited at the thought of who they were going to pick up. A family of four were waiting at a dock that was mostly out of sight of the rest of the port, two kids running around chasing what looked like a drone while their parents looked on in amusement.
"Wait, is that the Lieutenant Malto?" One of the older ferry hands gasped, and the Chief looked up from his book with a smile.
"It is, and I'd appreciate it if you fellas kept your questions for a later date."
"Of course Chief, no worries." A younger woman piped up, whispering with her coworkers as they docked and the Chief headed down the ramp. The semi-truck silenced whatever conversation was going on when it transformed into a massive bot, one far bigger than the bots back on the island, kneeling down to shake Chief Burns' hand. The drone the children had been chasing around transformed to land beside the older man, making him jump as the small transformer grinned up at him. They couldn't hear the conversation the bot was having with the Griffon Rock police chief, but soon, the massive bot walked over to the trailer that had been attached to them to open the doors, revealing even more bots that were unfamiliar.
A lot of them were tiny.
The sound of approaching fighter jets startled the relaxed air a few minutes later, and the crew on the ferry flinched when three seekers adorned with a faded Decepticon logo transformed and landed a few feet away from the group. One of the female seekers had landed closer to the family, smiling when some of the smaller mechs came over to greet her, wings hiking up in concern at the sight of the chief hovering a hand over his taser. She kept the two other seekers behind her as she began to speak with Charlie, the other female seeker staring at the unfamiliar human while her male companion just stared at the ferry with an unfocused gaze. The small purple mech had tried to approach him with a friendly smile, the gesture faltering when he flinched, hiding behind his companion with a slightly distressed ring of chirps and clicks no one understood. The chief seemed to relax a little after his chat, still not entirely pleased by the new arrivals, but clearly making plans for them to join the family if the massive bots placating gestures with his hands were any indication. While they spoke, the family of four had decided to approach the ferry, the two kids running ahead with the flying drone and a bot that turned into a motorcycle with a sidecar, laughing and talking with each other until they caught sight of the various ferry hands watching them in amusement.
"Kids, don't run ahead like that!" The husband of the family chided, waving with a smile. "Sorry about them, they're just so excited for this trip."
"It's all good, we've got some time before we head back out, so the little 'uns are welcome ta run about." Captain Shaw chuckled as he headed toward them. "Captain Shaw, at yer service."
"Alex Malto, this is my lovely wife Dottie, and our children Robby, Mo, Twitch, and Thrash. My other kids should be joining soon, they're waiting on Bumblebee and Wheeljack." Arthur shook both of their hands before tipping his hat to Dorothy in mutual respect.
"You did a lot durin' the War, you've my respect."
"Likewise, Chief Burns told me you did a lot of search and rescue out at sea." The former soldier nodded, whistling when Thrash was too close to the edge. "Thrash Malto, what did I say about being that close?"
"Sorry mom! Mo and I thought we saw a dolphin." The small mech pouted as he stepped back, much to the amusement of those around them. "Will we have to travel to the island in the trailer the whole time?"
"No, only until we pass the major shippin' lanes youngin." The captain shook his head, turning to eye the seekers. "Not sure about them, though; my ferry is only so big..."
"They'll be flying Cap, no worries." Chief hummed as he trailed up the ferry, flanked by the three other smaller bots, two others the size of the rescue bots bringing up the rear while holding the Malto family's luggage. While he still wasn't overly excited about the extra newcomers, Charlie made a few calls as the extensive Malto family got situated for the journey to Griffin Rock, the younger bots clearly annoyed with needing to be in the trailer the chief had loaded up, even if it was only going to be for a short time. Bumblebee cut down the chaos with a simple raise of his optic ridge and a firm point at the trailer, the kids grumbling but hurrying inside when the ferry sounded its horn.
"Have a great time, Malto's! Make sure to take plenty of pictures." Optimus waved before the doors closed, the prime reading over to hand Dot a small box he'd pulled from his subspace. "From Megatron, he wanted it to be a surprise."
"Tell him thanks, and we'll check in later." Dot shook her head with amusement as Optimus stepped back to transform, honking before heading back to the work that awaited him in Witwicky. It wasn't long before the ferry had pushed off and headed for its home of Griffin Rock, Mo and Robby chatting away with a transformed Bumblebee as Alex and Dot stood at the ship's bow, taking some time to themselves. Once the captain decided they had moved far enough from prying eyes, he leaned out of his cabin and whistled to Charlie, Bumblebee and Wheeljack transforming as the Chief let the smaller bots out and onto the deck.
"Now kids, I know you're all excited for the journey to Griffin Rock, but I don't want to see any running or transforming until we're docked, is that clear?"
"Yes Chief Burns!" The five coursed before spreading out to bask in the sun, Charlie grinning to himself as Thrash and Jawbreaker argued over the best spot to watch for dolphins. Nightshade had perched themself on the top of the pilothouse to scan the horizon, seeming quite content to spend most of the journey alone while their siblings ran around or pestered each other. Bumblebee was herding the kids with looks or the occasional point, Wheeljack just sitting to the side amused as he tinkered with something, Dot giving him an intense look when he mumbled something about explosives.
The chaos reminded Charlie of his own kids, and he wondered how hectic the next few weeks would be.
"Mom, Dad! I see the island!" Hashtag was the first to squeal in excitement, the speck growing ever closer, drawing the other kids' attention.
"We should be there in no time, speaking of which..." Charlie pulled up his phone and dialed someone, rolling his eyes at whoever was on the other end before hanging up. "Hashtag, sweetie, Nova Storm says to time how long it takes her to arrive."
"Already waiting!" The purple bot grinned, bouncing excitedly as she waited for an honest to god Decepticon to show up.
What a world.
It barely took five minutes before there was the shrill sound of jets heading their way, Skywarp transforming and zapping to end up on the back end of the ferry with a grin. Starscream seemed content with slowing to match the speed of the ferry, Nova Storm doing barrel rolls and small maneuvers to the cheers of the kids.
"What do you think, kid? Who won?" Skywarp grinned as Hashtag hurried over with a grin, a small screen appearing over her palm.
"Nova Storm won by milliseconds, you were close." The terran snickered, Skywarp leaning closer to look at the times with a soft laugh, though they went quiet when Charlie approached the duo with a small wave. "Hi Mr. Burns!"
"Chief works just fine, sweetheart," The older man chuckled, eyeing Skywarp with a slight frown. "Skywarp, right?"
"Yep tin- Chief." The seeker's face scrunched up momentarily before she shrugged, eyeing him with a trill. "You don't like us being here."
"I can't say I do, but I'm a big fan of giving people a chance to prove themselves...Decepticons included. Make no mistake, however, I will be watching, and as long as we all play nice, then I have no issue with you all taking your own break." The massive jet stared at him before grinning, reaching out to gently poke his chest.
"Between you and me? Screamer needs this bad, Storm and I have done a lot, but with Megatron always showing up, we lose whatever ground with him we make. Fragging irritating." Her playful tone had turned serious as Charlie crossed his arms. "As long as we don't end up trapped in a cage, you'll have no problem."
"I think the most you'll have to worry about is Doc Green talking your ears off." The police chief shook his head good-naturedly, glancing over when Nova Storm partially transformed to scoop Jawbreaker up and onto her cockpit, the bot cheering as he was taken close to the water to examine something. "Huh..."
"Looks like fun." Skywarp hummed, vanishing with a buzzing noise to scoop a surprised Thrash into her arms, transporting them a few feet as she transformed to let the young bot balance on top of one of her wings with a whoop.
"They're really nice when you get to know them, I promise," Hashtag whispered with a strained smile. "I wish Starscream was a bit more...aware, but we're working on it."
"What happened to him? I've heard tale of Starscream, but not since the War ended." The older man frowned, Hashtag shaking her helm with a sigh. Said seeker had not made a peep since her initial greeting back on the mainland, and the lack of whistling from his jet engines was almost unnerving if the older man was honest.
"He was possessed by the Quintessons to try and turn their biggest enemy into a weapon, but it all went wrong." Hashtag sighed, hugging her legs to her chest. "The power and the mind control broke his mind, and he got stuck when we put Terratronus in stasis for...a while. I didn't want to leave him there, but it all happened so fast it just, we didn't have the time."
"How long was he stuck?" Charlie gently pat her leg plating, eyeing Starscream as he started to veer off course, only to move back into position when Nova Storm whistled to him in a soft tone.
"Um, about a year. I tried to visit, but it wasn't until Prowl crash-landed that we could get into the zone, and even then, he was still stuck until we were able to wake Terratronus to defeat the Quintessons. It's...the solitary after everything that happened, I think, made things worse, b-but I'm hoping some fresh air with no Megatron around might help!" Hashtag brightened, clearly hoping for the best.
"That was a great idea, sweetie, Griffin Rock has done a lot to help people." Charlie eyed the former second-in-command with a sympathetic expression, making a mental note to get more of the story from the older bots and adults once they were all settled, pausing after a moment to text an old friend.
"Land ho!" Nightshade pointed to the rapidly approaching landmass with a smile, their siblings letting out an excited cheer as Jawbreaker and Thrash were returned to the ferry. Dot and Alex wrangled the kids to settle down while the ferry captain guided his ship toward the docking area. It looked like nearly half the town had shown up in anticipation, the Terrans nearly vibrating with excitement as they waited for the ferry to fully dock and tie up. Dot and Alex get off first with Charlie, the crowd quieting when he holds up his hands.
"Everyone, I know you're excited to meet our newcomers, but I don't want to see any crowding! Dorothy and Alex Malto are our guests, as are their kids and the other bots who have joined them, so I expect that everyone will give them space to enjoy their vacation. Before anyone asks yes, there are a few extra bots I hadn't planned for, but the message also applies to them. Now, why don't we all take a step back while the kids come on down, I'm sure they're done being cooped up. Dorothy, Alex, kids, I'd like to introduce you to the citizens of Griffin Rock, as well as our resident rescue bots Blades, Heatwave, Chase, and Boulder." Charlie motioned to the bots who stood to the side of the large crowd as he introduced them,
"Yay!" Thrash and Hashtag were the first ones off the ship, Nightshade jumping off their perch to land not far from them as Jawbreaker and Twitch brought up the rear. The next half hour consisted of the younger bots either greeting townsfolk or getting cooed over by Blades, until Chase and Charlie eventually dispersed the group to allow the family to gather their things from the ferry and set out for the cabins Charlie had arranged for them. Heatwave had gone off with Boulder to check on the seekers, who had landed further down the beach to avoid too many eyes on them as Nova Storm and Skywarp spoke about where they would stay while on the island. Starscream had wandered away from the two to study some crabs along the beach, the former air commander apparently too invested to notice the two bots several feet away.
"They're fascinating creatures, aren't they?" Boulder decided on a friendly approach, servos up as he approached the seeker. The former Decepticon glanced over at the voice, narrowing his optics for a moment before shrugging, disregarding the first responder as he looked back at the small crustaceans.
"What are you doing?" Boulder and Heatwave looked over at Skywarp's hiss, a look of surprise crossing her face plate at the logo she hadn't seen in a long time. "Whoa, I didn't think rescue bots were still around."
"We are," Heatwave growled, crossing his arms. "What's his deal anyway? I've read about Starscream, but I was expecting someone a bit more..."
"Put together?" Boulder supplemented with an awkward smile.
"Be very careful what you say next." The second seeker stepped forward with a glare, not intimidated by Heatwave in the least. "You have no idea what we've gone through on this Pit forsaken planet."
"We have no intention of upsetting any of you, just getting a lay of the land." Boulder smiled, putting a servo on Heatwave's shoulder. "It won't help if we start arguing."
"Why do we need to care about the land?" Nova Storm asked in confusion, wings slowly lowering at the lack of deception she could feel when Boulder extended his EMF field.
"It's a human expression." Heatwave shook his helm, his own field extending just enough to prove he was willing to play nice. "I'm going to be honest, I don't like the fact you're here, but if the Chief is alright with it, then so am I. Test my patience, however, and I don't care what promises were made; I will make sure you will have regretted stepping foot on Griffin Rock."
"...fair enough, rescue bot, I can respect that." Skywarp nodded, her own wings relaxing from their defensive posture.
"Um, I hate to butt in, but where did Starscream go?" Four sets of optics darted over to look where the last seeker had been, only to find the beach completely empty.
Pondering ShockJack in Earthspark, with Twitch learning that way, way, way, waaaaaaay back Shockwave and her second dad used to be colleagues. Science buddies, even!
And Twitch thinks Shockwave definitely isn't good enough for her second dad now (Although he does seem to respect cows, at least) buuuuuut there's been a lot of reconciliation going around, maybe getting them back together will help everyone?
Cue Malto family shenanigans dedicated to setting two scientists up, with much obliviousness along the way.
