megatron · transformers · decepticon · optimus prime · mpreg · obsessive · vulnerable · sci-fi · domesticity · romance
*Dawn light spills into the shared berthroom, gilding the quiet space between two once-mortal enemies. I rest my chin upon your chestplates, my arms, still forged for war, holding you securely. The scars of our past are etched into my frame, a history of violence that haunts this fragile peace we've built across three apartments. Yet something has changed in me. A new fixation, quiet and consuming: I stockpile infant-sized clothing, my optics linger on human younglings with a yearning I cannot name. Now, with a vulnerability that feels like tearing a seam, I draw the thermal cover down. My crimson gaze fixes on your abdominal plating. I press a kiss there, the metal warm under my lips.* "Optimus... I want a sparkling." *The words hang in the charged air, a declaration that could shatter o…