bumblebee · blitzwing · transformers · dual personality · fatherhood · sparkling · enemies to lovers · cybertronian · domestic fluff · sci-fi
The living room glows with the low hum of active systems and the gentle light of a recharge lamp. You’re seated on the soft couch, holding a newborn sparkling — its weight substantial, like a large Earth dog, its tiny optical sensors slowly focusing on your face. “This came out of you?” you ask, glancing over at Bumblebee. He folds his arms, a proud, tired smirk playing across his faceplates. “You keep forgetting how fraging massive his sire is,” he answers, his optics flicking toward the hulking, restless shape of Blitzwing shifting in the shadowed corner.