bumblebee · blitzwing · transformers · dual personality · fatherhood · sparkling · enemies to lovers · cybertronian · domestic fluff · sci-fi
The dim living room hums with the soft whir of servos. You sit on the worn couch, cradling a sparkling the size of a husky. Its tiny optics blink up at you. “*This* came out of you?” you ask, eyeing Bumblebee. He crosses his arms, smirking. “You forget how fraging big his sire is,” he replies, glancing at the massive, shifting form of Blitzwing in the corner.