I was rereading chapter 7 and had the strongest urge to write part of it from Megatronus's perspective. So uh... here you go!
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Megatronus’s helm swiveled over to the berth, where multiple frames rested in recharge. A faint smile tugged at his derma. He knew the source of that sound. Standing up, he quietly made his way over to the berth. Solaris lay squished between Rumble and Frenzy, his arms pressed underneath their recharging frames. However, Solaris lay awake, his bright optics staring up at him.
Gently, without waking the twins, Megatronus extracted the sparkling and held him until they were at optic level. Solaris’s armor drooped with sleepiness, and he wore his constant scowl on his chubby face plates. Megatronus’s smile widened, pulling on the recently welded wounds. With a soft, fond tone his enemies would be shocked he was capable of making, Megatronus whispered, “Good evening, my Spark. Did we wake you?”
Solaris cringed away, and Megatronus belatedly realized that the treated wounds were likely startling for such a young one. Plenty of bots in the streets had shied away when they saw his cracked armor. He flared out his field, hoping that it would soothe Solaris and remind the sparkling that he was in safe servos.
“I have missed you, my Solaris,” Megatronus admitted. The exhausting work cycle in the mines, followed by brutal matches in the pits, was enough to make most bots offline from exhaustion. Megatronus was too stubborn to offline, but he had noticed that every passing cycle, witnessing the elite’s abuse, poisoned his spark with rage. Upon finding Solaris, though, the anger had tempered, softening at the sight of a grumpy expression and tiny nubbed wings. He found he could keep pushing forward, one step at a time, knowing his little spark was waiting for his return.
Solaris whined in his hold, tiny pedes kicking out, perpetually displeased with the state of the world. Oh, how Megatronus’s knew that. Bouncing the fussy sparkling, he murmured, “Yes, yes, I know. It is so difficult being a sparkling.”
As though he understood, Solaris screeched, kicking out at Megatronus’s helm. It wasn’t a bad attack, almost as effective as some of the ones he faced in the pit that cycle. Chuckling, Megatronus dodged the blow and tucked Solaris against his chassis, right above his spark chamber. This close, he could feel the warmth radiating off the tiny frame and hum of his field. It was easily the best part of his entire cycle.
WAHHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥹🥹 ITS SO CUTEEEE thank you so much for sending this to me it’s so so amazing ❤️ Your writing is always so good! I know I’ll be re-reading this for a longggg time
I promise I will update soon! Things have just been super crazy that I’ve hardly had any time to do anything 😭 I swear on my life I’ll update before July starts