#He loves his bitlets

[spymeister]

Trying to keep ahead of three growing bitlets is tiring on a relatively sole Polyhexian these days. His programming has him missing the bustle of his creche, and the flurry of voices and help that should have been there.

He's not a mechanism that is given towards regrets, or even towards sorrow. One learns early that life is not fair, and that to Live, instead of just surviving is the ultimate goal one should strive for. Still, even he has his moments of profound sorrow.

He thinks of the silken-smoke voice of his sire, harmonious with the rough, sultry one of his carrier. He can hear his elder sibling's dark honey voice, the boisterous laughter that had been Rico's signature.

The high, delighted chittering of Sonata's excitement at finding another cousin.

These sounds are recorded in his processor, and onto databanks hard-coded and hidden deeply in his archives. He plays them from the speakers at his hips, and on his shoulders. It soothes the ache in his spark to hear their long-ago presences.

And to let the bitties know, that even while they are something of an endangered species these days.

As long as he's there with them, they'll never truly be alone.

[witchofthesouls]

Bratty top rooster Sentinel is something I didn't know I needed and now I'm nosebleeding so hard, thank you for the delicious food 👌👌👌

It's something I didn't know I needed that as well.

It's the Sentinel Prime redemption arc where everyone wins: we get to see Sentinel get taken down and destroyed by kinky sex and bitties, the Primes get to keep their cute, proud, little secretary on their side by letting him stud/sire/donate upon them, Megatronus never Fell and gets to keep his wife and husbands, and Sentinel gets his historical achievements by becoming the father of carried Cybertronians down the line and the only mortal to not just bang every Prime's valve but directly sire a spark lineage upon all Thirteen.

[tinydefector]

Dudeee i am soooo curious what happened to baby/or sparkling (I think that's the term of baby on transformers) Megatron with the human :33333

Baby baths

Megatron x human reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: bathing

Prev

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Megatron hums light as he cradles the tiny baby in his arms as gently as his massive servos allow. red optics gaze down in awe at the tiny child. "Fragile little thing," he rumbles softly, tone warmer than anyone might have believed possible. Megatron softly traces tiny fingers and wriggling his servo as tiny hands grip instinctively at his plating. The bitlet coos up at their sire, drawing a low purr Megatron as he smiles.

"My little star," he murmurs reverently. They giggle back up at him which makes his optics crinkle in adoring love. “Yes you my little star” he rumbles again only to hear his lover call out. “bathes ready” they make their way back over to Megatron. "OK let me grab them" they call out while waiting for Megatron to lean down enough to grab their baby. "Come here bubba" they coo.

Megatron chuckles as they pull their parents' cheeks squealing in excitement. “it still baffles me that you let sparkling water in this young” he hums as they move into the washroom. Megatron follows behind.

His optics linger on his lover as they slowly slide down to sit in the bath with their baby, setting them into the shallow water of the bath. They shoot Megatron a smile as their baby splashes water giggling and squealing in delight. “Yes, yes I know you love bath time.” With great care, Megatron lowers himself to sit on the floor beside the tub so he can rest his hand on the side while they sit in the water. The delight written across their little one's face is mirrored in his partner's smile.

Megatron finds himself leaning nearer, stooping low to better hear each tiny chatter and coo. Never did he imagine sharing in such mundane joys of new life - yet in this moment, this was the only place he wished to be.

"Yes papa’s here too" They coo at their child who squeals in delight as they grab at his large hand. "Maybe if you ask him real nicely he'll shrink and come sit in the bath with us" they tease their child who just giggles and smiles up at Megatron with big baby eyes.

Megatron's spark fluttered for a moment. At his partner's playful suggestion, a low rumble of mirth emerges from his engines. "As my little star commands," he replies gently, optics alight with joy.

Systems whir in concentration, slowly shifting as his frame decreases in size until his massive frame is smaller. A Servo gentle waves in the water, mindful of his reduced bulk yet enjoying each happy trill his actions invoke. Crimson gaze lifts adoringly between his sparkling, no baby and partner, he corrects himself.

He slowly steps into the bath cautious not to hurt either of his sweetsparks as he sits down. Scooping a few palmfuls to cascade over them in steady streams. "Look at you, you've come so far since the first time you held them, God you were so afraid to hurt them, when i placed them in your arms" they tease.

his little one wobbling eagerly towards their sire's outstretched arms. With the help of their parent. a rumble of profound affection rumbles from him as he carefully scoops them up in his arms, holding them close yet steady against his chassis.

"And I was," he murmurs gratefully, crimson optics flick with the memory files playback that first trembling moment, terror of crushing their delicate frame. Now, little hands pat fearlessly against his armour, drawing a purr from the ex warlord. As his partner and child settle securely against his chassis, Megatron vents softly in contentment.

"You should take your helmet off" they state Megatron hesitates, gazing between his child cheerfully playing and his partner's gentle request. Carefully he disengages catches holding the aged metal in place. Lifting it away exposes the sensitive finials beneath. They flick slightly before they flare out. His partner smiles softly, stroking the damp plating. Warmth blooms through Megatron's core at their touch, he gently brings one of their hands to his lips in a soft kiss.

The little one giggles with grabby hands as they try and reach out for the decorated finials, they twitch softly as his lover pats the side of one. "There's My handsome mech" they coo only for their baby to basically scale up Megatron's chest to try and touch the finials. Megatron meets their eager eyes with a fond flash of his own. Allowing his plating to expand just enough, he steadies them within reach of their goal, purring encouragement.

"Carefully now, little light," he rumbles gently, systems swelling with affection as tiny hand explore the finials, gripping and running along the metal. "Papa’s very pretty isn't he" they coo to their child.

Megatron releases a hum of contentment, optics brightening at his designations. ‘Pretty’ was never a choice word in his millennia of warfare - yet hearing it from his lover makes him believe it is true.

"Only through your eyes, beloved," he answers gently, nuzzling their shoulders as he relaxed. They continue to lay in the bath together with their child playing as they both watch. "You should let your finials out more. They are beautiful, " they call Megatron. "Think it would spook the crew if you walked around without your helmet?" They tease softly

Megatron emits a low chuckle, imagination sparked by the mental image. "Indeed, the crew would be in for quite a shock." Finials flick thoughtfully at his partner's praise, warmth pulsing through circuitry. "Coming from your lips, beloved, no praise could mean more." They lean back slightly, a hand moving to his face plate tracing soft patterns before they pull him down into a gentle kiss. They break away only when more squeals can be heard from the little one which makes Megatron rumble a chuckle. “I believe they want out of the bath now”

Hisnlover sighs softly. “mmm once I've put them to bed, would you like to have a proper bath with me?. This is nice and I really enjoy it” Megatron presses a soft peck to their forehead. “that would be lovely sweetspark, but only if it's in the larger pool”

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[cozzzynook]

Hi

Thought I'd give your ask a try. I love dad Optimus and son Bumblebee.

How do you think dad Optimus reacts to Bee's potential partners?

It depends on the partners honestly.

- if the partners are both Jazz and Prowl, he’s hesitant but gives approval.

- Optimus pulls Jazz aside and Prowl both together and alone and make it very clear he will use rank and force to make their spark’s miserable if they hurt his bitlet mech in any way.

- He tells Prowl in so many words he will make the stoic mech lose composure and shows Jazz that even if he is a beast in the field, he is no Optimus Prime.

- Of course Bumblebee never finds out, he just happily sits on his sires lap and tells him about his day and how happy he is while the others know just how terrifying Optimus really is as he smiles looking at the two who are statue still failing to look unfazed.

- If its Tarn trying to get with Bee Optimus does not care about peace nor does he care about being civil or having honor. He will make sure Tarn knows to never set pede near his bitlet again. Megatron does not do anything to stop Optimus, he warned his troops, they should’ve listened.

- Oddly if its Soundwave and Shockwave Optimus is down right pissed but does nothing to stop it. Bee is in his rebellious phase and he hopes it will end soon. He bites his glossa in hopes it will be over soon and Bee will pick a nice autobot he approves of. Bee does not. Optimus almost rips his finials off when he sees Bee taking care of Shockwave and Soundwaves sparklings Rumble and Frenzy. They look like a family pod and he wishes it would stop. Its Ratchet that pats his shoulder armor and tells him to look at the bright side, “he’s well protected. Those sparklings nearly offlined a mech for trying to touch him. What do you think Shockwave and Soundwave will do?” Optimus isn’t so against it after that, after all- anything goes to protect his bitlet.

- Optimus out right refuses for Bee to Starscream which leads to Bee running off and Optimus leaking coolant chasing after him. Optimus does NOT want anything to come of this and he can’t live a peaceful life cycle knowing his bitlet is mated to Starscream of all mechas. Until he sees how loving and genuine Starscream can be. He’s still a menace and a scrap screamer with everybot else but for Bee he’s at least tame, bare-able and sweet sparked.

- Optimus honestly puts the least amount of pressure on Thundercracker. He’s civil, plans things, looks at the bigger picture, is not Starscream or the little menace Skywarp. And he easily sees how smitten Thuncracker is about Bee. He didn’t put up much fight when he saw Bee returning those feelings and didn’t object when Thundercracker asked to spark bond with Bee. When TC is seen cuddling with Bee Optimus forgets TC is a decepticon who should not be relaxing in an autobot base with his bitlet wrapped in a blanket in recharge on his chassis while said seeker writes a play dedicated to his bitlet….Optimus actually doesn’t mind this. His bitlet is happy so he is happy.

- last but not least if its Blitzwing…Primus help them. Its every creators worst nightmare to know their sweet, precious gremlin bitlet is being courted by the likes of Blitzwing. The afthole seeker turned triple changer who courts his bitlet in some of the sweetest and most chaotic ways imaginable. Blitzwing draws countless images of Bumblebee in recharge, fueling, fighting and gazing at the stars. He would think it sweet if it weren’t the triple changer he saw half devour a mech for touching his bitlet inappropriately. The only reason he stopped was because Bee demanded him. Optimus was NOT fond of Blitzwing asking for Bumblebee’s servo and spark. Nor was he fond of how gentle Blitzwing could be with his bitlet when it was just the two of them. Optimus will deny stalking them he simply had the same route as they did. Even when he looked through their shared home and watched as Blitzwing made fuel for the both of them every lunar cycle without fail because apparently it was his love language.

-Optimus definitely didn’t break down leaking coolant the moment his bitlet said he was in love and spark bonded to Blitzwing. And no, Optimus didn’t hold Bee hostage in his arms leaking because he didn’t want to let his little bitlet go. He did no such thing.

Basically Dad optimus is protective and wants only the best for his baby bot while also being emotional.

☺️🍉🇵🇸🇨🇩🇾🇪🇭🇹

[lets-try-some-writing]

Have a surprise sparkling

The blip on the monitor showed up as an unaligned bot. They had to get this bot to their side before the other team got to them.

One Ground Bridge later to the spot where the blip showed up. The Autobots got to the spot first and the team composed of Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Wheeljack. Wheeljack was bored and wanted to go along just in case the 'cons showed up or were already there. Optimus and the rest had their weapons out but Bumblebee spotted something in the underbrush of the forest. Optimus goes over and kneels to gently move the plants away from what Bumblebee saw.

The group flinched back when they heard the sound of a distressed sparkling. Optimus puts away his blaster and talks softly to the frightened sparkling.

"Hey, little one. It is ok. We won't hurt you." Optimus said while holding his hand out to the little one.

The sparkling looks up to Optimus with its soft purple optics and slowly crawls to him. He felt safe and wasn't like the squishy things running around. Optimus slowly picked up the sparkling and stood up.

"I can't believe we found a sparkling," Arcee said while keeping a lookout for the Decepticons.

Optimus nods to her while Wheeljack coms Ratchet.

"Hey, doc? We might need you to set up your med bay" Wheeljack smiled as Ratchet got agitated by his words.

After a minute, the Ground Bridge opened up, and the group stepped through into the Autobot base. The sparkling looks around at the new bots and location. Once Ratchet saw the sparkling he went over to Optimus.

"This is the first sparkling I saw in millions of years after Bumblebee came to be." He took the sparkling to do a checkup on the little one.

Optimus stood nearby as Ratchet did a full checkup on their new little guest. The sparkling was a Femme and in perfect health besides needing a clean. She did not like Ratchet doing a checkup on her and squirmed in his grasp.

"She has spirit, you got to admit," Wheeljack said as the sparkling swatted at Ratchet's servos and tools.

Jack, Miko, and Raf just showed up after school in Bulkhead and saw the rest of their giant friends surround Ratchet's workspace.

"What has got everyone so interested in what Ratchet is doing?" Miko said as she started walking over to the others.

Once the sparkling started making noise Bulkhead went over to see. Miko looked confused at the noise.

"What was that?" Jack said as he got close enough to Optimus.

Optimus just held his hand out to the kids and lifted them to get a look at the bitlet. Miko's eyes widened, and she gasped. Jack and Raf are equally surprised at this.

"This is what we call a sparkling. A rare thing on Cybertron. A femme no less." Optimus said to the kids.

Miko is bouncing with joy at seeing a baby robot in person. Raf just thinks and speaks up to the Autobots.

"How are sparklings made? They had to come from somewhere." Bumblebee beeps in agreement with Raf because he doesn't know himself.

Ratchet just thinks about how to explain this to the children. He didn't even know if they had 'the talk' as June said.

"It is like what humans do." Ratchet eventually said to the human children.

Miko just groaned at that but didn't ask again. Jack looked at the sparkling and noticed something in her mouth.

"What is that on the roof of her mouth?" Jack said to Ratchet.

Confused, Ratchet carefully opens the sparkling's mouth to see what Jack is talking about. The sparkling squeals, but Ratchet goes on, and he gasps at what he sees.

"By the Primes. She has Solus Prime's mark" he said as he activated a camera in his digit to show the symbol.

The rest of Team Prime gasp at the symbol. Even Optimus had a look of shock on his face.

Ooooooooh an interesting beginning to a fic! Everyone loves sparkling cuteness <3

[mychlapci]

I think it’d be really funny if in cybertron, amicas and sparkmates were forced to be in far closer proximity. Like the amica is bonded to a bot who had their own sparkmate. Great. Now get the bot bonded to both of them pregnant. Now, in society and the culture, both the conjunx and amica should be contributing transfluid to the creation of the sparkling. Usually the conjunx winds up contributing more, but it’s extremely normal and acceptable for the sparkling to look more like the amica than anyone else. They clearly love their amica so much, is not that nice?

And maybe it’s a physical need, too. If you do the sparklings form at first from a spark merge between mechs, then yea, maybe they need to be repeatedly exposed to the others bound to their carrier, like a conjunx and an amica. It keeps the carrier relaxed and feeling safe and protected, and it aids the sparkling

Ok now the funny bit. Imagine tf prime (or whatever you want but i think prime works the best for this). Imagine Optimus being amica bonded with Ratchet. And then Optimus becoming Conjunx with Megatron. And then Optimus gets sparked.

All this to say, Optimus getting tag teamed by Ratchet and Megatron, who are arguing with each other and each trying to one up the other with the overloads they can give optimus, with how much transfluid they can give him, how many times they can shove their sparks against Optimus’. And he’s just between them, completely blissed out of his fucking mind, unable to even really process what they’re arguing about this time

(When the sparkling is born, it has quite a bit of white, not silver, white, and ratchet refuses to let anyone say it came from Op, he even insists the blue eyes came from him alone. he fucked his amica so good his coding overwrote megatron’s. He never lets meg live it down, and meg reaaallllyyy considers locking optimus away when he inevitably gets sparked again to keep ratchet away)

-robooby

ahhshsjsw to be honest, I have absolutely considered something similar. i'm just a sucker for my own headcanon that the "regular" cybertronian relationship is made out of three bots, and that makes perfect sense when you take into account the institute of the amica and the conjux endura. and also the fanon trine.

tfp is the funniest continuity for Optimus to rope Megatron and Ratchet into the same relationship. Optimus spends most of his days pinned between a bickering Megatron and Ratchet, the two of them trying to get as much of their transfluid into their precious Prime as they can, preferably always more than the other. I think they both have quite the competition. And neither of them plays it fair. Optimus is regularly snatched away by either his amica or conjux during the day for a quick creampie in the closet, up to the point where they're evening out during the quickies. Optimus enjoys it very much. He gets his valve fucked and stuffed multiple times a day by the mechs that matter to him most? Yes please.

Megatron would get too smug for his own good once they learn that the bitlet is pretty huge, thinking he won the coding race, only for the bitty to come out in white with streaks of white and blue... Ratchet is so smug proud. Of course, a medic's coding is the strongest.

I also think it would be funny (and also kinda fucked up) if this was pre-war and this was the schism that made Megatron lose it.

[talesfromlissom]

BASELINE URGES // TFA! MEGATRON X READER // NSFW/VALVEPLUG WARNING

SUMMARY - The Allspark gives Megatron a gestation chamber, which warframes are not supposed to have. He’s going to break your array at this rate. 

WARNINGS/TAGS - Valveplug, Megatron being an asshole, is it a breeding kink if 'god' told you to make babies??

“Put a sparkling into my gestation chamber or so help me, Primus,  I will throw your offlined frame out of the closest airlock.”

Silence crept between you, and your mouth opened, closed, and opened again. Your face scrunches up, hands resting at your hips while you lean forward a bit, “Yes, hello (Y/N). How have you been since I’ve been dead for the past 50 years, my sweet…loving…beautiful conjunx–” “Kiss me.” “No. Where in the pits have you been?!” You exclaim. “Everyone thought you were dead for the past 50 years, then you show up, and the first thing you tell me is that you want a damn bitlet?!” 

Megatron’s face twists, his optics narrowing as a low growl emits from his throat, “Stop being foolish. We can have a conversation about logistics later. All you need to know is that I’m back, and I want an heir.” 

“You’re such an aft.” And then you kiss him with anything but gentleness. It was rough, demanding, and Megatron wasn’t entirely sure what else, but you were also so damn angry. He could feel the hot rage dripping off of your frame as your EM field slammed against his own. It's like a thousand tiny knives, but he doesn’t care. You're shoving him into the wall, and apparently, you’re not pissed enough to say no to fragging him within half of a processor. At this point he feels as if this is more something you’re doing out of annoyance rather than actually wanting to make a damn sparkling, “Dolt, frag me already.” He mutters half-heartedly and kisses you again. 

You aren’t even surprised when Megatron wraps his legs around your waist, arms grasping at your shoulders. You yelp when he suddenly chomps down on your glossa, head wrenching back and baring your teeth, “Don’t bite me,” You snap, wagging a finger at him as if he were a child. “Be patient.” You kiss him again. “And I don’t think you’d offline me anyways; you’d miss me too much.” 

Megatron clicks his teeth at this, grinding his pelvis into your own with a toothy grin. His HUD is already alerting him of his lubrication sequence starting, his cooling fans working over maximum velocity, and a random message from Shockwave that he ignores. Your frame is hot to the touch, scalding even, and yet neither of you seems to care despite the air in the closet already starting to heat up. 

“I’d miss your array, but do not worry, dear,” He muses, leaning his head into your neck, nibbling on cables and energon lines.”I’d cut it from your corpse and put it to good use.” 

You stop your movement, staring down at him with a wrinkled faceplate. You trip over your own words, mouth opening and closing a few times before you shake your head, “There’s something seriously wrong with you.” Megatron rolls his optics before his modesty plating snaps back, valve already slick, but he doesn’t hold back the grunt when you unceremoniously shove two fingers inside of him, scissoring him open. Not that much preparation was needed; he knew you were coming long before you yourself did, “And yet you decided to become my conjunx endura, so I believe there is something seriously wrong with you, my dear–” He growls lowly when your fingers hit his interior node, face scrunching up. 

“Don’t growl at me with my digits inside of you,” You grumble, eyes narrowing to look down at his pinched expression. “I think you’re supposed to say ‘thank you’.” 

“I’ll do as I please, you pompous aft!” Megatron snaps, but he doesn’t push you off either, not that he would anyway. You hit that spot again; his back arches, and a low moan leaves his lips. “You–!” 

His claws dig into your shoulders, and you know fairly well that your fellow Decepticons will ask you many questions. Your relationship was no secret at this point, though. He squirms in your grip, especially since your digits keep hitting that spot, “You little minx,” Megatron rasps, calipers clenching down on your fingers. “You’re doing–doing that on purpose!” 

“Maybe.” You muse, feeling your armor starting to dent under how harshly his hands are grasping at you. You’ll have claw marks on your back at this rate, but you’ll wear them with pride. At least for two hours before Megatron gets embarrassed and orders you to buff your frame. “Stop squirming; how are we gonna make a sparkling if you keep squirming?” The question is mostly just you thinking out loud. Megatron is squirming because he’s enjoying it. He’s arching his back, biting down on your shoulder, plating to muffle his noises. He doesn’t bottom often, but when he does, it's always something that you save to your hard drives for…other things. Of course, you’d never tell him that. You’re sure he’d be flattered to know that you jerk off to him, but he’d probably also be pissed that you’re pleasuring yourself without him there. He’s jealous of your own hand, apparently. 

You waste no time in prepping him, pulling your digits out, which have become coated in a thin layer of pink lubricant. You wipe your fingers on your thigh, lifting Megatron’s valve above your waiting spike. It’s pulsing, pre-fluid forming at its tip while it twitches. You feel Megatron shiver when he sinks down, just an inch at first. 

His chest is heaving, a loud gasp leaving his lips when gravity takes hold. His back arches, and he can’t help it either. This is his first time in a long time. But your spike is hitting all the right places, his calipers are expanding, his HUD is lighting up, and his frame just wants more more more—

“Megatron?” You blurt out, grunting when Megatron’s hips buck, trying to take more of your length. He feels so good around your spike, so familiar and so damn warm. 

Megatron can feel the burn from so many nodes firing off at once, and he grits his teeth, hands trying to push you down while his face flushes, “Give me control,” He pants, and you can’t bite back a frown. Not this again. “I am the–the lord of the Decepticons-” Megatron grabs your jaw, yanking your head down to look him in the eyes, “You’re making me—I look like a fragging fool.” 

“Oh, for primus sake–?!” You go to say before he pushes himself off of the wall. Your back hits the floor, and Megatron doesn’t even get the chance to lift his hips up in a sorry attempt to ride you. You roll to the side. You know damn well that he’s adjusted to your spike if he’s doing this, and you waste no time to start jerking your hips. 

You don’t say anything; the closet is filled with downright lewd-sounding squelches, cooling fans, your own breaths, and the various annoyed bleats that fall from Megatron’s mouth. You can’t help but lift his legs up, knees slapping against his shoulders. You drive your spike deeper into his valve, and you can feel the seal of Megatron’s gestation chamber hitting your tip. Not that it matters; it’s getting dissolved anyway, “You wanted a sparkling, didn’t you?”

Megatron just groans, head rolling to the side while his face twists in pleasure. His cooling fans are stuttering with how hot his frame is, and he’s almost tempted to shout at you again. The pressure builds up, and when he opens his mouth, all that comes out is a meek-sounding whimper. He pants, chest rising and falling, his optics screwed shut while his fingers dig into the metal floor beneath his frame. He goes to say something else, but he just moans again. 

You’re seconds from overload at this rate, and if Megatron keeps clenching down on your length, it might happen sooner rather than later. Megatron lets out a mixture of a yell and a moan, valve clenching down as his overload travels across his frame. Your hand slaps onto his mouth when you hear voices down the hallway, and his own hand grips at your arm. You’re still fucking him through it, soft, jack rabbit-like thrusts; you grit your teeth, forehead resting on his shoulder when your own overload hits. Transfluid coating Megatron’s insides, all that Megatron does is groan quietly before he shoves your hand off of his mouth. 

“A warning could have been nice,” Megatron muses. “I sincerely hope that this works. We can try–what are you doing?” 

You aren’t really surprised when you promptly pick Megatron up and he doesn’t even try to struggle. Megatron's breath was labored still, valve twitching, along with various other parts of his frame. 

“I am taking you back to your quarters. We’re going to take a bath, and then we’re going to talk,” you reply. “About the sparkling?” “About everything.” 

“No. I’m tired.” 

The second that you enter his quarters, he’s already gone into an angry ramble about some planet called Earth. You find that you hate it just as much as he does. And once that ramble is done, he demands you two interface again. And again, and again. 

By the fourth round, he can’t even move, and you’re purring into his neck for a few moments before muttering, “Did you miss me, or is this really just about having an heir?” “An heir,” He huffs, though when he turns his head away and scrunches his face up, a telltale sign that he’s lying. He doesn’t do it around anyone normally, but he’s exhausted, it seems. “Nothing else. Again.” 

“Dear, you’re going to break my spike.” 

“Okay? Get a new one. Again.” 

You just sigh but move between his thighs once more, regardless. You’re not really complaining anyway. You’ll yell at him for being his usual self later. 

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A/N - I have many thoughts about TFA Megatron + warframes being built without gestation chambers but the Allspark is like: LOL go make some babies and calm down loser <3, and Megatron’s just: ??????!!!!. The only victim here is your dick tho. 

[my-writings-and-musings]

Since we've got Bumblebee, Megatron, and Optimus babies, i think it's only fair we add Soundwave to the bunch! Especially after the pregnancy scenario with him a little while back. I'd love to see how Soundwave and the cassettes would react to human reader having a baby and adding a new sibling to the fam!

Yes, indeed it is!! I wrote this adorable little fic, I hope you like it!!

"Status; positive?" Soundwave asked you one final time, kneeling beside the floor level berth as he ensured your blanket nest was sound. More snuggled than you'd ever been in your life, you smiled patiently as your mate continued his endless fussing over your comfort, and nodded your head as your eyes met his visor.

"Yes, I'm still sure." you assured him yet again, taking one arm off the bundle in your lap to lay a comforting hand over his. Trusting your judgment but as careful as ever, he nodded in return and lingered his gaze on the newborn peeking out of his swaddling, a kind of softness settling over his angular features as the two of you sat in a moment of comfortable silence. The little one was more or less asleep at the moment, but had already made a habit of waking in short, bleary bursts of cuteness before inevitably conking out once again, and the two of you had yet to grow tired of the awe you felt at everything he did. Hopefully his siblings would be just as happy to meet him. 

"Affirmative." Soundwave said after collecting himself, rising to his pedes to access the bot sized door to your makeshift maternity ward. It took a few steps for him to unlock all the security features he'd personally installed, but as the final lock came undone with an audible thunk and the heavy metal doors whooshed apart, you had just enough time to catch three human sized bots waiting on the other side. "Cassettes granted access-"

"Where-?!"

Soundwave stepped in front of the eager trio just as they tried to charge inside, his visor leveling on Frenzy in a voiceless repeat of a warning he'd delivered many times already. Thankfully the bitlet in your arms merely gave a tiny twitch at the noise, but was otherwise silent as the cassettes sheepishly shrunk down before approaching with almost exaggerated tip toeing. Looking beyond the big bot, Frenzy spoke up again in a much more controlled whisper, craning her neck for a better view. "Where is he?"

"Right here." you invited gently, encouraging them to approach. Seeing the bundle in your arms gave Frenzy, Ravage and Laserbeak a moment of pause before all three hurried to your side, moving as quietly but swiftly as their respective legs and wings could take them. Having expected such excitement, you merely ensured the sparkling was easily visible before preparing for the inevitable flood of questions.

"No way, he really is a bot!" Frenzy said first, crawling over the berth for a closer look but keeping a comfortable distance. Soundwave kneeled behind you as the entire family gathered around, and even with hushed tones all the action had the little one perking up to look around with his broad visor. The purple cassette only grew more awed as he cooed in mild confusion. "The teeniest one I've ever seen, too!"

Laserbeak, though equally touched by the new arrival, brightened at the sight of his chubby face and rounded visor before turning to his sister with an expression of victory. "Ha, you owe me ten credits! I told you he'd have a visor!"

"Don't be so darn smug, you had half a chance of getting it right." Frenzy scoffed, crossing her arms and meeting the other bot's insufferable gaze. "Besides, I'm the one who predicted him in the first place."

"True, but we didn't wager on that." Laserbeak countered with a snicker, the sound of which caused the sparkling to stir with more energy. Yawning and rubbing his face, the bitlet made an adorable show of smushing his rounded cheeks before his digits found his way to his mouth and he began to suckle, emitting a quiet hum of contentment. The adorable sight softened him, and the avian lowered his voice as he continued.  "Cute lil feller, isn't he?"

"Yeah, can't pretend that's not adorable." Frenzy concurred as Ravage sat quietly at her side, observing the newborn with a few tentative sniffs as the others continued talking. "But how long until he gets an altmode?"

"Development rate, uncertain." Soundwave answered simply, reaching over you to adjust your blankets. The movement made the sparkling reflexively reach for his sire, stubby digits flexing before the uncertain mech offered his son one of his own, which the newborn grasped tightly.

"There's not a lot of info out there about how these things go, so we're just going to figure it out day by day." you explained further, chuckling softly as the sparkling nommed on Soundwave's digit. "For now, he's just a normal newborn."

"A cute one. Look at his widdle servos..." Frenzy said without thinking, so enamored with her new sibling she briefly forgot to be cool. Catching herself with a blush and a cough once she caught Laserbeak smirking, the femme averted her gaze and mumbled a quick addendum. "That uh... that grip will make him a good guitar player, that's all."

Oblivious to how much his arrival had been anticipated, the sparkling decided to return to napping right in the middle of nomming on his sire, yawning once before conking out in your arms once more. The cuteness was too great for anyone to resist, and even Ravage gave a soft purr of adoration as the group gathered more closely around the new arrival, basking in his presence as he snoozed in perfect contentment. He couldn't know it yet, but he was perhaps the safest little one on Earth. 

[weirdlookingsnakewithlegs]

Honestly everytime I see your au, I get an idea for unnecessary added angst. That being the twins getting their frames nonconsensualy reformatted to be grounders. Like they were born seekers, but then when the tides of war startedchanging, seekers were seen as primarily decepticon, and evil.

THATS DIABOLICAL I LOVE IT!!

Can you imagine how ANGRY Starscream would be?

He most definitely remembers his babies having wings, after all Skywarp was so excited to announce it to him when he first laid optics on the little bitlets. He remembers teaching them to fly and he remembers them trying to used their undeveloped wings to speak their native tongue.

Now vorns have passed, he’s lost his babies to what he assumed was the war only to find out they’re with the autobots! They’re alive yes but something is off. What Starscream certainly remembers wings that aren’t there anymore, uncanny door wings take their place and Starscream KNOWS it’s not right. The feels that come with that are probably extreme, even for Starscream’s trinemates because NO seeker should ever have their gift of flight removed.

And I imagine it’s difficult for Sideswipe and Sunstreaker as well because door wings don’t move the same as seeker wings. They probably ache and itch and they feel uncomfortable because they're meant to have those sensitive sensors!! Their inner workings are not meant for these ground based frames, not to mention they've lost most of their self defense as seekers, claws, sharper denta, their magnetized servos/pedes.

Starscream would demand to know who did it and probably cripple the mech responsible. Thundercracker and Skywarp would definitely be on board with the maiming.

[anon-e-miss]

Broken Vows - 8

“‘M gonna go look at habs for ya when ya have a rest,” Jazz told Prowl. He avoided the glyph nap which seemed a little mocking to him. As his frame continued to integrate the delicate repairs and with a fragile self-respair systems, Prowl ran out of energy quickly and recharged off and on throughout the mega-cycle.

“Perhaps you might like to take Smokescreen with you?” Prowl offered. “He would benefit from fresh air.”

“Are ya sure?” Jazz asked.

“I trust you,” Prowl said.

“What about you and Blue?” Smokescreen asked.

“We need more rest than you, Bravespark,” Prowl told him. “I know it is not terribly fun for you when we recharge. There is a fine playground in the park your progenitor and I used to walk in.”

“I’d love to,” Jazz said. “What do ya say, Smokey?”

“Okay!”

“I’ll give ya a list o’ favourites,” Jazz offered Prowl. Prowl just shook his helm.

“I trust you and Smokescreen to select it,” he said. “You know how little I concerned myself with my habsuite.”

“A’ight,” Jazz said. “We’ll do our best.”

Smokescreen was nervous, Jazz knew. His genitor was nervous too. Jazz held Smokescreen’s servo in a firm grip as they walked down the hall and made their way to the tram that would drop them off at the metro. It was faster to drive, of course but Jazz was too nervous to drive Smokescreen and the mechling was far too young to drive on his own. Smokescreen would not have wheels of his own until he was a youngling. Sooner or later, Jazz would give him a ride somewhere but Smokescreen had already gotten lost once on his watch and he was not going to risk getting in a crash with him on their first trip off base. The media were all gone, having been chased off by the Primal Vanguard after Prime had given his speech. That did not mean there might not be opportunists who would sneak a quick shot but Jazz had a plan for that.

“I want ya to wear this,” Jazz told Smokescreen as he magnetized a small device to the collar of his armour.

“What’s it for?” Smokescreen asked.

“If anyone tries to take a picture o’ ya, this’ll scramble it,” Jazz told him. “I know yer ori don’t want yer face all o’er the news.”

“It was the same in Praxus,” Smokescreen said. “He didn’t want me in portraits. He didn’t want Blue either but he wasn’t allowed to say no.”

“‘M sorry yer Ori had to make that choice,” Jazz told him. “I’m sorry I bout’m in that spot.”

“Origin loves you,” Smokescreen said. “And it makes him sad. It always made him sad.”

“He’s got good reason, Sweetspark,” Jazz told him. “I broke his spark. I did it on purpose.”

“You were sick,” Smokescreen defended him and Jazz ruffled his helm. After everything Jazz had said and done, Prowl had excused him to their creation. It was a kindness Jazz did not think he deserved.

“Don’t make the damage any easier to live with, Bitlet,” he said.

“Hmm,” Smokescreen took a seat in the window and Jazz sat next to him. “You feel bad about it.”

“Sure do,” Jazz told him. “I didn’t know I’d kindled ya wit Prowl until I saw yer designation next to his on the casualties list. Even when I was better, I was too scared to face your Ori, even the memories o‘m so I didn’t read his letters, ‘n I lied to myself ‘bout how bad I’d behaved. I didn’t want to remember how bad I’d been. When I saw yer designation I had to face what a monster I’d been. I didn’t think I deserved to mourn ya, either o’ ya. But I needed to. I still carry the ultrasound photos he sent me.”

“Really?” Smokescreen asked. Jazz showed him the ultrasound. “I was just a blob.”

“We all start out that way.”

Jazz knew Smokescreen hoped his procreators would get back together and raise him and his brother together. It was something Jazz was a bit too scared to hope for himself. He loved Prowl dearly. With all the clarity in the world now, Jazz did not shy from this truth. The reality was, however he had hurt Prowl terribly and he had driven him away, laying the groundwork for the direction the Praxian’s life had taken. Every awful thing that had happened after could be placed at Jazz’s peds. At some point, if Prowl ever wanted to hear it, Jazz would like to apologize probably, to make sure he knew that Jazz took responsibility, that he had no excuses for everything he had said and done. He could not ask for a chance to be better for Prowl, for Smokescreen and for Bluestreak. Jazz would have to be better and to let the chips fall however they might.

“I know Origin’s originator and grandcreators were afts,” Smokescreen said. “What about yours? Origin never told me about them.”

“That’s ‘cause I never told’m,” Jazz explained. “My genitors were split-spark twins. They died in a riot in Polyhex ‘n losin’em broke my Ori ’n made ‘m go mad... sorta like I did, I guess. Me ‘n my brother, my twin split up... blamin’ different mecha for what happened. I know they’re alive but that’s all I know.”

“You got better,” Smokescreen said. “I bet he will too.”

Counterpunch had sent Jazz another of his rants that light-cycle. As always, it made no sense. There was no threat to Jazz in particular or the Autobots in general. It was just random glyphs, not even in sentences but almost just splattered across the page. Because Counterpunch did not know he had creations, because Punch had always considered his family to be his and not his alter’s, that he even had the code to the commlink Jazz had only ever shared with his family was still a bit unnerving. Talk of a mechanical spark and grinding gears, even when Jazz read it together with the other notes he had received lately, he found no meaning in it. He wondered if Ricochet got notes like these. His twin would never tell him. Ricochet had blamed Sentinel Prime for the deaths of their progenitors and the madness of their originator, in hindsight Jazz understood why. Ricochet did not forgive Jazz lending is allegiance to that prime as Jazz had blamed terrorists who had worn the Decepticon brand. Whether Ricochet called himself a Decepticon or freelanced, as had been the family business, Jazz did not know. He had not spoken to his twin in millenia and had not laid optics on him for even longer.

“This is our stop,” Jazz took Smokescreen servo and led him down the escalator and out onto the street.

It was just around the corner from Mirror’s, nearer than even Prowl’s old hab and been and a short walk to the park. There were other habsuite on his list to look at but if this one was even close to as good as the ad had suggested, he thought it would be perfect. Smokescreen, of course, would be the one to cast the deciding vote. The property manager shook Smokescreen’s servo after he shook Jazz’s and that was a point in his favour. There were lots of families in the building, or so said the manager and that was a point for the building. No one had lived in the habsuite for a while so it was a completely blank slate. Imagining how it might be set up was not a problem to Jazz. He laughed as Smokescreen ran about, checking every room. The mechling definitely needed sometime in the park to release some energy.

“This room for Origin, because it has a pretty view,” Smokescreen pulled Jazz along for a tour. “This room’s for Blue because its right next door. This rooms for me and this rooms for my grandori and uncle when they come to visit.”

“He’s so sweet,” the property manager said. “And so well behaved.”

“His Ori gets all the credit,” Jazz replied.

“Origin’s going to love it,” Smokescreen declared as they left, key card stored in Jazz’s subspace. As Jazz was an officer in the Autobot Corp, the property manager was quick to sign the habsuite over to Jazz, even having never met the principle tenant. Security was good, it would be better when Jazz added encryptions to the lock. Smokescreen had picked a good room for Prowl, it had a few of the park. He would love it.

“He’ll love that ya picked it for’m,” Jazz said. “How ‘bout we go to the park now ‘n ya can run ‘round like a wild mechanimal?”

“Okay!”

“And who is this?” Jazz jumped. The voice was husky. He knew without looking that it belonged to a wispy femme about his originator’s age.

“Dipole!” Jazz exclaimed. He had met her when she had returned from burying her progenitor. The funds that had seen her get there had been stolen and Prowl had hunted the thief down and returned them too her.

“I’m Smokescreen, Ms Dipole!”

“You look just like your Origin, doin’t you?” Dipole said. “Mirror mentioned you stopped by, to pick up a peace offering. Than she saw the news and she’s been as close to a wreck as I’ve ever seen her.”

“Mirror makes the yummy rust sticks, right?” Smokescreen asked.

“That’s right,” the femme replied.

“Prowl’s got some more healin’ to do but he’ll visit soon,” Jazz promised.

“Mirror always thought of Prowl as something of an adoptive grandcreation,” Dipole said. “What with him being all but orphaned.”

“Can we say hi?” Smokescreen asked.

“Uh...” Jazz thought on it. “I don’t want to take the wind outta yer Ori’s sails, Bravespark.”

“Eh?”

“I thought yer Ori outta be the one to introduce ya to Mirror,” Jazz said.

“He won’t mind,” Smokescreen said. “Especially if we bring more rust sticks. And... if Ms Mirror is worried about Origin, she’ll feel better and Origin’ll feel better knowing she’s not worrying anymore.”

“He is very clever,” Dipole said.

“All credit goes to his Ori,” Jazz replied. “Okay, we’ll say hi to Mirror.”

“They were really buried for vorns?” Dipole asked, softly as they headed to the bakery.

“Yeah,” Jazz replied.

“Mirror wouldn’t look at the casualty list,” Dipole explained. “After he said goodbye, she always figured he’d come back. She said he belonged here and not in Praxus but... well he never came back and then Praxus was gone. She didn’t want to know because if she didn’t know than she could imagine he was well, wherever he was.”

“I promise he’s okay now,” Jazz said. “He thought Smokey outta get out ‘n get some exercise while ‘m ‘n the bitty rest more.”

“It’ll be good to see him,” Dipole said. “He was always one of Mirror’s favourites.”

[fucking-solar]

Hi, i read the ask you just answered and now i’m thinking.

Roddy hiding being sparked from drift because he’s afraid of what drift will say and how the swords mech will react.

He’s not assured anything will go right because he’s sparked with drift and ratchets bitty.

Drunken night at Swerves ended with all three of them in berth having a long night that bled into the next of nothing but interfacing.

When they all woke up Roddy obviously was confused and in shock.

He apologized to them while they were still sleeping the hangover off and snuck from their room.

He knows they’ll say it was a mistake and that it won’t happen again but he’s been in love with the two for so long and pretended he wasn’t still in love with Drift after they separated.

He knows they want no parts of him and finding out he’s sparked from always feeling sick and tired is not something he’s handling well.

He doesn’t tell either of them and makes a point to avoid contact outside of necessary public meetings.

Rodimus doesn’t leave his office or room much either since his nausea is so bad.

He manages to get paperwork done but after that he’s either purging or sleeping.

I say he manages to last in his hab and office until he’s visibly showing early on and just doesn’t mention that he’s carrying to anyone since its very very obvious.

He’s almost cornered by a lot of bots who want to ask him about the bitty but he’s got an amazing body guard trio named Cyclonus whirl and tailgate who have their own little bitty.

With their help Rodimus can do more on the ship in person and he can practice taking care of a bitlet. He used to back on Nyon but its been a really long time and he doesn’t want to be rusty when his own bitty comes.

Drift and Ratchet are definitely shocked when they get a glimpse of Rodimus sporting a big tank holding the trios sparkling looking like a real carrier. They short circuit a little bit and seeing Rodimus get help to stand after handing their bitty back before walking off is what snaps them out of it.

They definitely rush to catch up with him and see him waddling to the wash racks in a hurry. They wait outside for him for quite a while before he comes out rubbing his tanks and looking nauseous and tired.

“Drift, Ratchet. I’m sorry but if you need something you’ll have to ask Megs or Minimus. If it’s something you really need from me I’ll help you tomorrow in the late morning.”

Even his voice sounded tired.

Rodimus makes it a few steps past the two rubbing his tanks and holding onto the halls as he heads towards his hab when the two catch up with him and try to help him back to his hab only for him to flinch and gasp.

“Sorry,” Rodimus puts a servo to his intake and takes a few deep vents. A few moments later he sighs shakily and continues on saying, “later, please.”

They are definitely not letting this opportunity pass and so they follow Rodimus’s slow pace back to his hab and keep the door from closing after Rodimus enters.

“Hhh?”

Rodimus finally notices them and gives a look of confusion that quickly morphs to panic as he waddles to his own wash racks where he falls to his knee struts and purges in the latrine for an hour.

By the time he stops he finally realizes the two are still there and Drift is rubbing his back strut while Ratchet begins to clean him up.

“Please stop,” his words are exhausted and ignored by the two who help him up and carry him to his room.

Ratchet holds an elixir to his dermas that he sips on at first then drinks with fervor when it tastes delicious and helps soothe his tanks and aches.

“Thank you,” he’s trying to get comfortable in his berth before he completely crashes but the two have other ideas.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sparked Roddy? Why avoid us all this time? And how long has your sickness been this bad?”

“I honestly didn’t tell anyone,” Rodimus sighs knowing he owed them this, “ and I’m sorry I avoided you two but I really wanted to avoid every bot. I didn’t take being sparked very well in the beginning and i’m still trying to be okay with it. I’m sorry for skipping out on you.”

“Don’t worry about the sickness, it’s normal. First aid already checked me over a few days ago. He’s my medic actually, he’ll come see me tomorrow early in the morning for another check up. I’m fine, just prone to purging.”

Ratchet had a look on his face plate that Rodimus didn’t particularly like and so did Drift but since neither outright mentioned the bitty possibly being theirs he didn’t want to add more worry on himself.

“I’ll come see you within a few days okay? I promise. But for now, I just need to sleep,” it was hard keeping himself from yawning and shutting down but it was a battle he was losing the more they sat together.

“Thank you, I’ll come by later okay?”

He let exhaustion take hold of him before either could say anything and his light snores told the two he was deep in recharge.

“Ratty?”

The two were sitting in Rodimus living room with blankets and pillows. Ratchet decided they would wait there and talk with Rodimus in the morning and join him for his appointment with First aid.

“You know..don’t you sweet spark?”

There was a moment of silence and Ratchet looked up to see Drift looking at nothing.

“Yeah…i know..”

“Why didn’t he say anything Ratty?”

Those big blue optics looking at with sadness always yanked his spark energies bare.

It was too much for him and Ratchet found himself looking away.

“Can’t say I blame him. It was a drunken one night fling and we’re conjunxed. If I were him I’d keep quiet too.”

“Still..he should’ve said something..they’re our sparkling too and he doesn’t know how we would’ve reacted.”

“What would you do?”

“Huh?”

“Rodimus is sparked with our bitty. What is it you want to do? Will you pretend you don’t still love him? Will you pretend you’ve never seen me looking at him too?”

Drift wasn’t prepared for that line of questioning.

He didn’t think Ratchet even knew about that or well, hoped he didn’t.

“Do you want to pretend we weren’t as charged as him? Pretend we didn’t sober up far faster than him after the first few overloads? That we didn’t lay on top of him to keep him from leaving? That we failed at that?”

Drift didn’t answer.

“Because if you do, I will, sweet spark,” Ratchet was suddenly much closer to him, servo on his, optics low and patient.

“Whatever it is you want, I’ll do, my spark.”

He doesn’t like how his chassis feels tight and afraid at the change of dynamic and where this could end, if things will turn out well or crash and burn.

“But I really want to raise our sparkling together. You, me and the knuckle brain asleep in the other room because our bitty is putting him through the wringer.”

That made him laugh against his own will and Drift couldn’t help but smile.

“I want that too Ratty,” and suddenly, putting his servo on top of Ratchets isn’t as hard as before. Looking his medic in the optics feels easy again and his fears lessen with every klik that passes.

Come morning, they’ll talk things over and with Primus guiding, they’ll be able to work things out and have Roddy and their bitty where they belong.

Home.

I’m going to be completely honest, I was not expecting to get one of those fics in my inbox. Not complaining, if anything I am honored. Anywhom!

Love this! The Dratchrod threw me for a loop for a moment there though, wasn’t expecting it /nm, very much enjoyed it though. I like their concern for him and the reveal that it wasn’t just energex that was encouraging them to keep going. 10/10 reading! Very sweet ending :)

[witchofthesouls]

Soundwave strikes me as the type to get baby fever and get it with it HARD.

I think TFP Soundwave might be more susceptible to intense baby fever (G1 too but that’s another thing) because he has lost so much and has given more.

He just wants this one thing, it could be during the time where the Cons were fighting on Earth and it seemed like they had finally won or in an AU where the Cons do win, either way Soundwave puts his plan in motion that may or may not lead to bad times (implying that he may kidnap and/or force a human or bot to either be his personally broodmare or stud)

Also, I don’t see Soundwave really caring if his future offspring are biologically related to him or not, or if he sired or carried them; he just wants a baby (or, babies), but I can see him imaging that him carrying as a sort of miracle, a sign that all the pain and sorrow he endured was worth it (may end up with a pregnancy kink, but who knows).

Omphh, this has Cyber!Earth written all over it, so I'm going to do an AU of Cyber!Earth where the Decepticons managed to cyberform the planet to its Nightmare-Metal mode and meet Others.

Plus, I'm in the mood for some Soundwave x June.

There's implied dubcon.

_________

Soundwave has never claimed anything in his long vorns of service. Not in the gladiatorial clades. Not in the inception of the rebellion. Not after the Exodus. Not even when Megatron returned to this planet.

But he claimed a sparkling that was once human, so it isn't too much of a jump to claim his mother as well. Especially after all the work he put into bringing her back into this new reality. A monstrous alt-mode into a femme root-mode.

Soundwave knows Megatron, and he knows June Darby. They would eat each other alive until one of them was dead because Megatron couldn't stand anyone that didn't fit his viewpoint, and June has lost too much to yield now.

________

I know you, Soundwave doesn't say, careful to settle into the berth with its newest occupant. Jack doesn't complain when his mother keeps him against the wall, blocking him with her bulk as she curls over him.

In the dreams of your memories, Soundwave keeps to himself as he leaves a gap between them, you worried over Jack's ability to form friendships with constant moving, that he would have no one else should something happen to you.

The tips of Jack's wingspan are visible, flicking before settling down, encased in June's arms and her steadfast field that refused to let anyone else access him. Mine, it beats, territorial and sharp. Mine. Mine. Mine.

June Darby loves her son.

Viciously. Savagely. Ferociously.

And he worked with that.

Soundwave unearthed all the personal details from her dreamscape before she snapped out to shift into her root-mode. He knows her comfort food, the way she off-handedly hums with housework, that she opens the windows when rain falls, and she misses having a lemon tree and a dog.

He knows the lullabies she sang to her son when nightmares came, the smell of her blankets, and how there are sticky notes to remind her to floss or get groceries and supplies. He knows exactly how she tastes, the way her hair spreads over the pillows, the warmth of her skin under the blankets, and how she giggles when he moved her beneath him.

Soundwave entwined himself in her memory-dreams, so a part of her will subconsciously remember him and relax, and they can go from there.

[moonlight-tmd]

Hello! I want to ask you about Shattered Glass God Sparkling au.

what is the relationship between Bee and his parents in this version? How does he get to Cybertron? How will his parents react to his situation? On his partners?

If it make you uncomfortable, sorry.

(I'll write that second time, but the first is laging, so yes) (Sorry if It hard to read, English is not mine own language)

Hi! No worries, Tumblr has a tendency to lag when sending asks sometimes.

An AU version of my AU, that's a first. Well, I like to imagine the roles are swapped even for gods; so Unicron is the good guy while Primus is the bad one. Unicron is still energetic as ever but he uses that energy and positivity to make good stuff happen, Primus on the other hand is more of an iron-fist ruler. Bee is a complete opposite of all of them; he's shy, quiet, a coward and a follower.

Now, you would think that means they don't like him- wrong. They love him just as much, in their own wicked ways. They are mesed up but they would do anything to keep their sparkling safe.

Even so it doesn't mean he can't get into arguments with his parents. Primus wanted him to climb the career ladder so he can one day influence Cybertron like he does. Instead Bee became a disappointment by failing and getting thrown into the lowest ranking job ever. To say the least, Bee hasn't answered any of Primus' calls since then.

After the team crashed on earth, he thought he'd finally have some peace to himself but nope- the moment he woke up he got bombarded with questions and concerns from Unicron (since he was on his planet n all). Bee also argued with him to leave him alone, after a while tho they decided to speak again and with Unicron's pushy attitude to know what's wrong Bee told him what happened. Of course Unicron was livid and threw hands with Primus the first chance he got, nonetheless he was there to support his bitty every step of the way.

In the original AU, the gods could manifest an avatar to interact with mortals. In Shattered Glass version, it's nearly impossible for them to do so- Primus has forged the Allspark to manifest a piece of his power in the real world, which also acted as a barrier that unabled any more celestial deities from manifesting there. Unicron is the only one who can somewhat bend that barrier and allow himself to talk to others via electronics. Other than that, their voices are only heard by Bumblebee in his helm.

As much as Unicron was trying to look out for Bee, he had a tendency to get busy/distracted therefore some of his check up visits were very much delayed to the point of it being another check up's date. I would say that in the meantime of that happening, a lot has happened for Bee; when Sentinel came to check up on the group, Bee had a forced talk with Primus. Primus apologised of course but he was still a bit disappointed. Then Decepticons arrived and Bee got in trouble for interacting with them.

The next time Unicron checked up on Bee, the bitty was pissed. Unicron said he'd be there for him and he never was. It took a long while for him to fix that mistake but even then their relations were a bit strained just like with Primus.

As for the relationships;

When Bee was together with Prowl, Unicron tried to warn him about the manipulation but Bee refused to believe it. He regretted being so foolish after he was rescued.

When Unicron learned about Bee being in a love triangle with Shockwave and Blitzwing he was elated to know his bitty is finally getting the overdue love he deserved. He supported them all the way, he miiight have pushed it a little too far with asking for grandlings that one time but he's still happy for Bee, regardless of what they'll plan.

Primus didn't know about anything until after the fact Bee was in a loving relationship. Bee never told him anything about his personal stuff in their rare talks, he didn't want his sire to spoil it all by saying it's not important. He got to accepting their bitlet's situation eventually and he's glad Bee was happy but deep down he still yearns for the plan he originally had for him.

I suppose that's all. I like the idea of them trying to be somewhat good parents but it doesn't go they way they want it half the time. Hope you enjoyed!

And yes, the love triangle is now canon to the AU, cuz why not.

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 3- merformers AU

Warnings: talking about mating, loss of babies. Arguments

Word count: 2.1k

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Here's some information on how the Pods kinda work in this fic. If you want more details on the pods let me know.

Here are the Five Pods that reside at the Yawk-yawk Marine Rehabilitation centre. Mind you, there are other pods, but they don't reside at the centre but will make appearances in this fic later on.

Pod 1 - Autobots

Optimus

Ratchet

Bumblebee

Jazz

Prowl

Beachcomber

Ironhide

Pod 2 - Decepticons

Megatron

Starscream

Thundercracker

Skywarp

Soundwave

Shockwave

Pod 3 - Young Autobots (off branch Pod/ Young of other members)

Rodimus

Sunstreaker

Sideswipe

Bluestreak

Smokescreen

Mirage

Pod 4 - mixed members

Windblade

Drift

Pharma

Chromedome

Rewind

Whirl

Arcee

Pod 5 - Combaticons

Swindle

Vortex

Onslaught

Brawl

Blast Off

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Little thrills and chirps come from the cove as a tiny blur of yellow and black zips through the water, Chasing the human who walks along the shore line. The little pup eagerly calls out with little noises trying to catch their attention. A chorus of soft crooning rises among the mingled pods at the greeting of the tiny pup.

"Hello Babybee!" The human calls out softly to the baby mer. many of the other oceanides kept looking out over the pup, but they were already aware that the human wouldn't hurt the little one.

The little mer thrills delightedly while trying to drag himself onto the sand closer to them. "No, no, no baby you can't come onto the sand." They call while trying to usher the little yellow and black pup back into the water.

A pout forms on the little one's face, tiny fins flapping in dismay. But just as swiftly Dancer is there in an instant, gracefully scooping the youth back into the safety of the pool.

It's only the deep rumble of Big Blue which makes Bee turn around quickly and call out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move. "You haven't been annoying your papa while he's been healing have you?" They inquire only for more little thrills and chirps to leave the pup. Big blue emerges then from the depths, red and cobalt scales gleaming serenely as ever in the midday light.

Bee pouts but subsides against his sire's side, tiny purrs and trills of disappointed longing leave the pup as he clings to the larger mer.

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Windblade is first to respond to the little pup, drifting nearer with grace. "Bumblebee, there you are! You know better than to crawl on the sand" she Coos softly to the stripped pup.

Starscream scoffs, though his fins lay flat in disinterest. But ever-playful Skywarp spins gleeful loops around Windblade and pup. "Aww, lookit the little bitlet! You're getting so big, your colours are looking bright" he hums while gently looking over the pup.

"Now now, little one, you know the rules. The beach side is for walking friends, not us, can't have you getting yourself beached." She soothes, calming his upset with the practised ease of a carrier well versed in youthful disobedience. "Aww let him have his fun, Blades! We were all curious pups once."

It's only the deep rumble of Optimus which makes them all go quiet. Bumblebee turns around quickly and calls out loudly to his Sire. But he doesn't move from Windblade’s hold. Optimus slowly takes his pup from her hold cradling the little one close.

"Bumblebee," he rumbles gently, "you know the rules, little one. No going on the sand, you are too young." Gently yet firmly he lifts the pup into loving arms, cerulean eyes glowing with warmth at his little one.

Bumblebee pouts but subsides against his sire's powerful arms, still emitting little Trills of disappointed longing. Optimus meets the caretaker's eyes, they both watch each other for a moment as he continues to cradle his pup.

A mournful stillness falls over the mingled pods as they watch Optimus with Bumblebee.

"last season was a difficult one. But I'm glad to see your little one out and about" Her field pulses faint sadness, she had lost her own too early, taking quickly to Bumblebee as many of the pod did.

“As am I, I'm forever grateful for all the humans have done for Bee, I doubt he would have survived without their help” he rumbles softly. Windblade continues to wiggle her claws at the little one who giggles and grabs them.

"We can't keep losing generation after generation like this. Something's thinning the gene pool and we're not breeding fast enough to replace what's lost." Ironhide calls out while swimming closer. “Hey pup” he hums, giving the little one a head rub.

Starscream hisses uneasily. "There are fewer pods venturing near each cycle. It's those land crawlers doing, mark my words they are the reason for it!” He huffs out.

"I'm aware of the drop in our numbers but as it is, the only help we have received with our young is from the humans, had I not taken Bee to them when I did we would have no surviving pups." His words give them pause. they all knew Optimus was right, Bumblebee was very sick and without the marine centre's help he would have perished.

Optimus to turn to Starscream. “How is Megatron?, I haven't seen him since out fight”

"Megatron's wounds mend, though slowly." Starscream's fins flick in agitation. "The stress is getting to him, he wonders why Primus forbids him his own spawn. But spared yours”

Skywarp chitters nervously. "It's never been this bad before, not for long cycles. Even Megatron knows something bigger's going on, making it hard for the little ones to survive.”

"Maybe the softskins are right and it's more than just bad luck or genes. Something's changing in the deep, and we're on the losing side regardless of the cause." Ironhide shoots back

But Windblade flashes her finned guardians a quelling look. " What matters now is caring for Bumblebee and hope that we are granted a change with the next season."

Windblade continues stroking the youth gently. "Bumblebee would not be here if not for the humans' care. It seems...our song may rely on theirs, if it is to have any hope of continuing in the seas."

Her words are met with uneasy hesitation never before have the Oceanides relied upon outsiders, but Optimus had. Drift speaks up as he Drift's beside Rodimus "Our numbers fall while theirs climb ever higher. If we do not accept assistance, soon there may be no pods left at all."

Starscream hisses uneasily. "Dolphins grow ever more bold and numerous, harassing us when we feed where once they gave a wide berth. The orcas too have tasted our energon and now we have to be wary of them."

Ratchet croons in concern. "The humpback and grey kin have fallen silent, their great pods have moved on. No allies remain in which we can seek refuge when predator numbers swell, our best option is to stay here till they return to these waters."

"The great sharks now prowl only the farthest blue edges, driven from their feeding grounds by the loud noise and flashing lights of human undersea vessels. We have no kin but our own, our safety is the shorelines unless we are in number but with a youngling we can not take to deep waters yet."

Bumblebee chirps again, wiggling in his sires' hold until he escapes, disappearing from Optimus' side and swimming back to the human on the sandy shore again. It earns a laugh from the human as they scoot forward a little. Gently brushing the little frills of his head. It makes Optimus' spark ache.

Starscream vents quietly. "Few among us have known the happiness of sparking and rearing young. I doubt the other pods are having the same issues as us, perhaps we need new mingling when they come to the sands again"

“ It could be an option, considering our five Pods seem to not be having the best of luck” Sunstreaker mutters softly.

“ I'd like to see Chromia again, Hopefully Elita’s pod returns ” Windblade murmurs to herself, she could only hope that Chromia had better luck with a pup. But she did miss her bonded.

“You know the landers don't seem to have much issues with offspring, maybe they'd be willing to help us out” Rodimus blurts out, he wasn't exactly paying full attention to what was being said.

Windblade's fins flare in startled protest. Turning towards the bright orange and Red Oceanide. "Mating with outsiders goes against the sacred bonds of pod and kin!"

"Mating season nears and our numbers dwindle," Rodimus insists. "I'm not saying we have to do anything, it was just a thought!." He huffs out but lounges back against the rocks, his eyes watching the human now playing with Bumblebee in the shallows. But it does make many of the others stop to think. Humans seemed to have much better luck with their young than the Pod. But even that there was no promise of young or if a coupling of that sort would be viable.

Skywarp speaks up next. "If it means pups, what does it matter who their carrier is?"

Ironhide rumbles grim concerns. "Involving outsiders in matters of our Pods could alter both species in ways none foresee."

The younger mers pulse with surging field and logic as Rodimus presses his point. Bluestreak begins voicing his opinion. "Look how the caretaker cares for Bumblebee. Is that so different from how one would care for our young? And see how the little one beams at their touch, as content as any podling among kin!"

"He's got a point - the softskins aren't so strange. And if it brings pups, what's to lose?" Vortex states while watching the other pods continue to argue over the subject.

"Frag the fleshies, if it means more bitlets! Who cares? if it saves our pods I'd say it's worth it” Onslaught remarks only for other mers to hiss at his crash words.

But steely Jazz croons, despite his love for their little caretaker and the other human's of the centre he didn't trust that other humans wouldn't use it to their advantage. "Breedin' another species ain't no simple thing, mech. what's to stop the softskins wantin' somethin' back we ain't willin' to give?"

“We mate freely when the tide flows, so why not them? On land or sea,” Swindle shrugs, it was true, some mers had multiple mades others single, but due to the times they had taken to mating with multiple in hopes for young.

Rodimus refuses to relent under Elders stinging reprimand. "Do you think I propose this out of boredom or mere lust?" he retorts hotly. "Since my own youth, our numbers have halved - and how many more fading cycles must pass before no pups remain at all?, this season we have one surviving, one Pup between Five pods"

"The landers recognize as we do that something ails us. If natural means no longer can restore our numbers, then must we not embrace other paths, however unorthodox, hey im all for if we find another way, but what happens when next season we have no pups"

Rodimus spins to pin each dissenting elder with a fiery piercing glare. "Or would you have us fade to nothing instead, condemning future generations to exist only in memory?" His impassioned defence strikes silence from many.

Optimus' gaze turns to watches with quiet intensity as the human and pup interact, observing how they handle the bitlet with such care.

Long has he guided his pod, but he too knew something was amiss. The broods he once bore long since ventured into the deeps few remained. Yet...if agreement could be found, built, why not try. “If by this season we have no young It will be something the human will know. They are intelligent. If they are willing to assist, we will gladly take their offer” Optimus rumbles, it's the end of discussion as he slowly moves away from the others towards his bitlet.

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"Yes, yes hello sweet baby, you know I'll get in trouble if I'm around you too much, vets said you need to be around your pod, can't have you getting too attached to me" they hum mainly to themself knowing full well the little pup didn't understand.

Bumblebee thrills piteously, tiny claws outstretched and straining toward them, flexing futilely. "No test today baby, you look so healthy now!" They chimed but sigh as the little one drags themself into their lap. Slowly scooting down the sand they sit in the water so Bee doesn't dry out too much. Their eyes watch the larger Oceanides talk amongst themselves. It almost sounds like a melody with the sweet sounds they made.

“Are the adults boring you baby?” They tease softly only for the little yellow and black pup to snuggle Into their side purring contently. “Gonna get me in big trouble with Quin Beebee.

It's a long while before the older mers finish what seemed like an intense conversation.

Gracefully Big blue nudges nearer, slowly beaching himself close to them, trying his best not to startle either of them. gently but firmly he lifts the pup away, cerulean eye meeting their own with gratitude beyond words. They smile and laugh softly as it earns a grumble from the little one who didn't want to be disturbed.

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[cozzzynook]

Hot Rod as a sparkling.

An adorable little mecha that clings to his caregiver Kup like his life depends on it.

He’s a clingy sparkling.

He’s actually really easy to handle surprisingly.

He loves to cuddle, he doesn’t fuel a lot because he has a small tank, his teething phase is painful because Kup cries when he does.

The wreckers all fell in love with him the moment Kup brought him back.

Kup is Hot rod’s adopted cargiver who rescued him during battle. Hot rod was quietly crying over the gray frames of his creators who offlined protecting him and Kup just knew then he couldn’t live without protecting the little thing.

Perceptor was Hot rods second favorite oddly enough. He babbled along with Perceptor who invented a floating crib that protected Hot rod while he was working in the lab.

Wheeljack was not allowed to invent things while Hot rod was inside but he was allowed to show him his inventions even if Hot rod didn’t understand.

Springer and Arcee became his favorites when he was a bitlet learning to crawl. They physically got down on their servos and knees to show him how to crawl and thats how Hot rod learned.

Kup was shaking his head but the smile on his face while smoking a cigar said otherwise.

Thank you for this ask i love this

[theoceanoasis]

AU where Megatron, Soundwave, and Hot Rod are in a relationship before the war. They're all happily together but Megatron and Soundwave are still leading the Decepticons to get equal rights. It causes a target to be put on Hot Rod's head so they have no choice but to reluctantly have Hot Rod go into hiding, going back to his home city Nyon.

When Nyon burns to the ground, they're unable to find Hot Rod among the survivors they come across. Both Megatron and Soundwave mourn the loss of their partner and swear vengeance on the Senate and its followers for allowing a city to fall into such ruins, along with all the other grievances they have with the world.

Centuries pass and, one day, a neutral colony on another planet is getting dragged into the conflicts with Decepticons and Autobots because there's an attempt to recruit the Neutrals. Megatron and Soundwave make a visit to the colony to personally recruit them and the Neutrals are shocked to see them - Because they both share similarities to a bitlet who is being raised by a single carrier. They follow the directions of the hab where they come across an amnesiac Hot Rod caring for their bitty all by himself.

They're so relieved he's safe and sound and had their bitty and raised him so well.. Megatron and Soundwave introduce themselves and do their best to not scare a confused Hot Rod, who does feel like these two are familiar...

Soundwave wrapped his arms around his mate pulling him close just as a gun fired. Hot Rod looked at the smoking mark. Stunned because he'd just been standing there and if it wasn't for Soundwave he'd be dead.

His Conjunx pulled him off the stage with Megatron following and issuing orders to his fellow Decepticons to seize the one responsible.

He'd gotten death threats before but this was the first time someone tried to assassinate him.

After they'd been taken care of he was sitting on his bed looking at Soundwave and Megatron. Both his mates seemed upset with Megatron pacing. His hands occasionally clenching in rage.

"We all knew this was a possibility and I'm fine."

"Because Soundwave got you out of the way in time. What if he hadn't been there?"

"I'm fine. I chose to stand by you remember. I know the risks and fighting for our freedom is more important."

"Not as important as your life."

Soundwave shook his head.

"There's a transport to Nyon leaving tomorrow. I want you on it."

"What are you saying?"

He looked between his mates.

"Just until things blow over."

"I've gotten reports of Sentinels forces being seen around Nyon."

"What!?"

He looked at Soundwave in worry and surprise.

"Go to Nyon and help your people. We'll still be here when you get back."

He nodded reluctantly spoiler lowering.

"Fine but at the first sign of trouble I'm coming back here."

"We know."

They spent the night holding each other and slowly making love feeling every part of each other.

In the morning he was sitting on a transport leaving Kaon behind as he traveled to Nyon.

Both Soundwave and Megatron missed their Conjunx wishing they didn't have to send him away. They called every night letting their mates voice soothe them.

All three of them couldn't wait to be reunited. Especially Hot Rod who had a surprise for them.

Sadly it would never come because Zeta had destroyed Nyon. They stared at the ruins on TV and broke down. They collapsed to the floor holding each other and vowing vengeance for their Beloved.

They still went to Nyon. It was impossible not to. Both of them were hoping to at least find his body. The entire way there they blamed themselves for his death thinking if only they didn't send him away.

There were a few survivors all of them talked about Hot Rods sacrifice promising to join the Decepticons in his honor.

They stared at the ruins of Nyon. Hot Rods beloved city which was now gone forever along with their mate. It was so much worse in person and when they stumbled towards his apartment there was nothing left.

They spent what felt like days lost in a haze digging in the hopes of finding his body. Anything to comfort them but none would be found.

It only made their hatred stronger and their fellow Decepticons rallied around them as they marched to Iacon swearing revenge.

The war was long underway with the Decepticons and Autobots clashing in bloody battles. At first it was only on Cybertron but quickly spread.

The Autobots had begun recruiting on other planets spreading their doctrine to undecided neutrals.

The Decepticons quickly reached out in the hopes of stopping them from being deceived by the Autobots.

Knowing hkw important it was to gather more troops Megatron and Soundwave personally paid a visit.

When they'd gotten there the neutrals were shocked to see them which was strange because they knew they were coming. It was hard for them to go anywhere without everyone knowing.

Soundwave had been curious and decided to do some digging. Using his cassettes they spied on the neutrals who spoke of a bitty looking just like them. He lived on the edge of town with his single carrier. When they'd found him he'd still been sparked and had lost his memory. Stumbling through the nearby forests all alone.

They'd gone to visit him. Curious about this neutral and his bitty. Knocking on the door they didn't know what they'd expected, but it wasn't Hot Rod answering the door with his bitty playing behind him.

They stared at him in shock almost crashing at the sight of their dead lover. Hot Rod had stared at them puzzled because there was something familiar about them.

"Do I know you?"

"Yes?"

Megatron gasped looking at him in awe.

"You don't remember us but we are your Conjunx."

Hot Rod stared at them in shock and looked back at his sparkling taking in the similarities he invited them inside.

They tried not to scare him as they told him about his past showing him pictures of their bonding ceremony. Hot Rod looked at them in awe happy to finally know where he came from.

"Did you know I was sparked?"

"No. But before Nyon was destroyed you told us you had good news but wanted to tell us in person."

Hot Rod introduced his sparkling who was adorable and they looked at him in awe already feeling a connection.

"You did a good job raising him."

"Thanks."

Hot Rod blushed suddenly getting a memory. He gasped looking at them in amazement.

"Being around you is helping me get my memory back."

"Then maybe we can be around you more often if you'd like."

Hot Rod nodded.

"You should spend more time with your sparkling and I don't remember a lot of things but I can tell we meant a lot to each other."

Even though they were trying to be careful in fear of scaring him off. They both hugged him happy he was alive and they got this second chance.