Since the ao3 Fortress Maximus/Ultra Magnus tag is kind of lacking, can I request a fluffy fic with Max coming home from work and cuddling Magnus, who's carrying their first sparklings? (I like imagining that bigger bots = bigger gestation tanks)
O: Oh gosh, I didn't expect to get any requests on this account. Sorry this took so long, I didn't notice until days after this was sent. Anyway, I hope this fits the bill. <3 And posted on AO3 as well.
The hallway lights were dim for the ship's night cycle. Fort Max knew that the lights weren't dimmed like that before. They were usually fully powered on even when mechs were recharging. It was only after he had been given the job of helping with security, that he had taken notice that the lights slowly started to dim. He had no idea whose idea it was, but he thought it was a good idea, especially when the mechs in recharge were in a single hallway.
Fort Max was about to be one of those mechs entering recharge. The walk to his, now shared, hab didn't take long with his tall frame and long legs. When he got to the door, the code was input easily. The lights inside were off, the only light were strips in random places along the bottom of the walls. Even with such little light, it was easy to walk through the hab. His partner was very much a mech who preferred the hab to be clean and everything in order as much as possible.
And Fort Max? He had no problem with letting Ultra Magnus sort the hab the way he wanted with little input from himself.
Stepping around the wall that separated the berth from the rest of the hab, Max found Magnus awake. The large blue and white mech looked up from the datapad in his hand, smiled. Max smiled back, "You're supposed to be recharging."
Magnus snorted, "I was, until earlier."
"And you decided to stay up instead of trying to recharge again?"
Magnus shrugged, setting aside the now turned off datapad as Max crawled into the berth. "Thought it would help me fall asleep quicker."
It took some maneuvering, but soon enough, the two managed to slot together with practiced ease. Max couldn't help himself as he pressed kisses to Magnus' face and lips, hand moving down to brush against his chest, and down lower to press against the barely noticeable swelling starting to make itself known on Magnus' abdomen.
Magnus rolled his optics as he pressed closer to Max, "No, nothing new. The sparks haven't even dropped into the forming protoforms yet, don't worry."
"Fortress Maximus. I am fine. Just because there happens to be multiple protoforms and sparks, doesn't mean there are any problems."
Max made a sound at his full designation being used. Of course, Magnus would pull that. Ugh, he buried his face into Magnus' neck. "Okay, okay."
Magnus patted Max's side, letting his engine rumble for a few seconds before dying the sound down. Ever since they had learned there were three wee sparks orbiting Magnus', and that it had resulted in three protoforms starting to form in his gestational chamber, Max had started to worry a bit too much. Magnus couldn't fault him for it, though, even if the worry wasn't actually necessary until the protoforms grew in size to be noticeable, and the sparks dropped. Which, neither has happened yet.
Pulling Max closer to him, Magnus shuttered his optics off to hopefully fall back into recharge now that Max was back. The quick spinning of the three sparks around his had settled down now that their sire was close by. He pressed a kiss to Max's audial horn since he was unable to reach his cheek. He could try to, once again, settle Fort Max's fears once they were awake.