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Starscream was beautiful.
That was a common sentiment, of course, because he was. But today, he was glowing under the brilliant lights of the Grand Aerie. His colors were brighter and more vibrant, and the gold details that his stylist had added to his design glimmered with every movement.
Skyfire couldn’t remember another time that his partner had looked so gorgeous, and he savored every moment as Star moved across the dais during the ceremony.
And when it was over, Starscream jumped down off the dais and into Skyfire’s arms with a bright smile. “How did I do?”
“You were perfect.” Skyfire returned his smile and then bent down to kiss him. “You are perfect. Wonderful, beautiful and perfect.”
“Careful, or I might think you’re trying to get a favor out of me.”
“The only favor I want from you is to be your bonded mate.”
“Is that all?” Starscream grinned wickedly at him. “Well, now that I am Winglord, there isn’t anyone who can say no to that anymore.”
“Wait, what?” skyfire blinked.
“I accept your proposal, though I do hope you’ll do it again properly, so that the tabloids can get their pictures and my cousins can all be properly scandalized.”
“Oh!” Slowly, Skyfire smiled as his partner's words sank in. “Thank you, Star. I will have to do the appropriate planning, if you want your pictures.”
“I don’t mind waiting.” Starscream put his arms around Skyfire’s neck and pulled himself closer to the shuttle. “You’ve been worth it, after all.”
“So have you.” Skyfire hugged him tightly, hoping that the new Winglord could feel just how happy his words made him.