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#i haven't written anything in a helluva while but here you go anyway
art-of-the-wild772 · 7 months
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Tiny.
He was so... tiny.
He barely fit in the palm of his hand. Still, he crandled him with both, holding as stiff as ice, his breath shallow and slow. He didn't know what to do, so he didn't dare do anything.
Optimus looked at him, his smile tired but happy. He laid his whole weight on the mesh pillows, sighing deeply. "Breathe," He whispered.
As if a switch clicked, Megatron's chassis expended, and he relaxed his posture, expelling air. His faceplates lost their stiffness finally, as his optics half-lidded. Solvent pooled at the edges of his cheeks, small but visible.
"I have... no words..." He finally spoke.
Optimus gave him a teary smile in return. "Why don't you say hi?"
A breathy chuckle left the flyer. "Hi," His grin stretched from cheek to cheek, the solvent falling down them. "Wow. Look at him," He murmured, awed, besotted, and utterly entranced. "Look at you." He whispered as he brought the sparkling closer to his faceplates, touching their nasal ridges ever so gently.
He pulled back, blinking away the tears. He couldn't look away.
"You," He started, "Are the brightest star in the center of my universe," he laid a gentle kiss to the sparkling's forehelm. "I would raze planets and dim suns for you."
Optimus laughed tiredly at the declarations, though he would not deny that he was above them.
"He is our little Hadeen, hmm?" He said absent-mindedly, slowly stroking his son's hand with his finger.
"Our sun. Our guiding light," Megatron continued, gently cradling their sparkling in one hand as he wrapped his other arm around Optimus. "I will make a better tomorrow for you."
"We will."
"Yes. Your carrier and I."
"He needs a name, our little Hadeen."
"... Solarus. Our brightest star."
"I like it. Solarus. Our precious sun."
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