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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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I need more of Megatron being a terrible father.

I need Soundwave realizing that Buddy will never be safe on Nemisis and creates a plan for her to escape, entirely against her will. She has been raised that the worst thing you can do is betray Megatron. She's terrified of what will happen to her if she leaves.

I need Soundwave to throw her at the autobots through a ground bridge with a bow on top and a sticker thar says handle with care.

I need buddy to be freaking the fuck out for the next few days while she's with the autobots.

I need Optimus and Ratchet to be low-key (high key) horrified at what has become of her. How funny little buddy who liked to read and the color purple now can't look anyone in the eye.

I need the rest of the autobots being EXTREMELY warry of her because she's MEGATRONS KID

And I need Bulkhead to just move a little too quickly in her direction, and she just crumbles to the floor begging for mercy. I need them to know exactly how shitty of a father Megatron is.

Bonus points if Miko asks about her daddy issues.

Bonus bonus points for Optimus learning that before Megatron came back and did drugs, Buddy was in charge and was trying to reach them for peace negotiations and mentally slamming his head against the wall.

Tis here! After hours of editing and writing... the second part to Megatron's daughter!

Thank you to everyone who has posted their comments about the last one, it means a lot!

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality: Soundwave's Plan part 2

SFW, Platonic, ANGST, You have been warned!, Hurt and Comfort, Cybertronain reader

TFP

It took longer than expected but Soundwave finally found one night where everything could fall into place. His plan would act.

Megatron and Starscream had left the Nemesis to look over some energon tunnels, leaving the Nemesis without its leader.

Without anyone competent on the cameras.

Carefully, he put a loop schedule on the cameras as he made his way to Buddy’s room.

The mini was in deep sleep, exhausted from the recovery of her injuries.

It wasn’t wise to get her out of the med bay like this, but what choice did he have. At this rate, Megatron was going to want to train her while she is recovering.

Buddy still had some fresh dents and welding marks littered across her frame. Knockout refused to mess with them until the next day to avoid further armor complications.

Soundwave carefully picked up his niece and headed out the door.

Thankfully Buddy was an extremely heavy sleeper in recovery. If she were awake now during the escape, she surely would have thrown a fit about all of this.

He created a groundbridge and stepped through it, the cool night of the dessert greeted him when he stepped out.

Buddy was still out cold.

Soundwave hoped that the fake emergency signal he sent out would reach the Autobots soon, he was already betting so much with Buddy and the position of the Nemesis like this.

Another groundbrigde opened behind him a couple feet away.

Optimus and Ratchet come out of the groundbrigde.

Optimus with his blaster at the ready with Ratchet holding his med kit in one servo.

“Soundwave?”--Optimus

Soundwave turning around with Buddy in his arms.

Both Autobots optics go wide.

“Is… is that—”--Ratchet

“Buddy?”--Optimus

Soundwave nods slightly and begins to walk forward.

The Autobots tensing up a bit.

“I—come here—in—peace.”—Soundwave

“And how can we trust you?”—Ratchet

“You—don’t.”--Soundwave

Soundwave walks towards the Prime and stops in front of him.

Ratchet takes a look at Buddy, servos slightly shaking seeing the dents and welding marks.

“What is this? What happened?”--Ratchet

“Buddy—not—safe—on the Nemesis.”--Soundwave

“What do you mean she isn’t safe on the Nemesis? She’s Megtron’s daughter who would be daft enough to—”--Ratchet

Soundwave gently pushes her to Primes arms.

Prime reflexively cradles Buddy’s frame closer to him.

“Why did you call us Soundwave? Surely, if this is about Buddy’s health, Megatron would have—”--Optimus

“Megatron—did this.”--Soundwave

“…What?”--Optimus

“Megatron—hurt her. Too much—damage done. Buddy—not safe—on—Nemesis. I—cannot keep—her—safe. Prime can—keep her—safe.”--Soundwave

“…Megatron hurt her… Do you mean to tell us all this damage was Megatron’s doing?”--Optimus

Soundwave nods silently and turns walking away.

“Wait so you’re just going to leave her!?”--Ratchet

Soundwave stops for a moment.

“Buddy—not safe. Buddy—safe—with Prime.”--Soundwave

Soundwave gives one last glance to Buddy’s sleeping form before going through his groundbridge.

Ratchet and Optimus are stun in silence fully rerestarting the words.

Buddy yawns a bit and snuggles closer to Prime’s chassis.

Prime instinctively holds her closer.

Both Autobots are furious and worried over their niece.

“Bulkhead, open up the groundbrigde. We are bringing in someone.”--Ratchet

The three of them returned and everyone was immediately swarming the Prime holding an injured minibot. Everyone is curious about them. The kids are especially curious. This bot was smaller than Arcee, much closer to their size.

Arcee looks at a scratched up Decepticon logo.

Her blasters go up.

“Woah! Woah! Woah! Arcee what are you doing!?”--Bulkhead

“That’s a Con! Why did you bring them here!?”--Arcee

Buddy yawns a bit and begins to open her optics slowly.

“Primus… that hurt… note to self, get a—”--Buddy

Buddy looks up at the very blur optics staring right back at her.

Buddy slowly looks around at the Autobots around her, especially the one with the blaster trained on her chassis.

“Primus tell me this is a dream…”--Buddy

Buddy patting the ends of Optimus’s digits slowly.

They aren’t sharp…

They aren’t sharp!

“OH PRIMUS THIS IS REAL!”--Buddy

Buddy somehow jumps out of the Prime’s servos and starts running to the door.

“Get her!”--Arcee

Smokescreen tries to tackle her down, but she sidesteps making him crash into a wall.

Arcee tries to fire a blast at her, but Optimus immediately puts the blaster down.

“Stand down everyone!”--Optimus

“But Prime—”--Arcee

“Stand down!”--Optimus

Everyone, even Buddy in the corner stops.

Optimus turns to Buddy who is shaking in the corner staring right back at him.

Ratchet is the first to make a move and slowly walks to Buddy.

Buddy tries to press herself more into the wall as ratchet stops in front of her.

“…Hello Buddy…”--Ratchet

“…Dr. Ratchet?”--Buddy

Ratchet gives her a tired smile.

“I’m going to look at some of your welding’s and dents. Is that okay?”--Ratchet

Buddy stops for a moment before nodding her helm, slowly sinking down to the floor letting Ratchet make a few checks on the wounds.

Buddy asks what she is doing on their base.

Something that everyone wants to know.

Optimus tells them about Soundwave’s visit.

How Soundwave wanted Buddy to stay with Prime as the Nemesis was no longer safe for her.

Buddy is in deep denial.

There was no way that Soundwave would do that.

Not after everything they went through.

But the more she thought about it… the more it made sense.

Soundwave wanted her to be safe, and he thought that Optimus was going to keep her safe.

Many bots looked uneasy at her.

They had a good reason too.

This was Megatron’s daughter after all.

What if Megatron came knocking on their door with bombs demanding the sparkling back?

Buddy is granted refuge by Optimus despite some opinions.

The tensions in the base were thick.

Buddy stuck by Ratchet’s side the entire time.

No one wanted anything to do with her, which she understood.

Something that she wasn’t expecting was one of the humans to come up to her and try and kick her pede.

Buddy cleaning some of Ratchet’s tools.

CLANG!

Buddy looks down to see an angry human girl looking at her.

“That was for Raf!”--Miko

“What is this ‘Raf’?”--Buddy

“You’re dad nearly killed him!”--Miko

Buddy looks at the smaller human boy semi hiding behind the taller human boy.

She hangs her head a bit.

“I am truly sorry for my… father’s actions young Raf.”--Buddy

Miko, Jack, and Raf look surprised by the apology.

“Yeah, well a sorry isn’t—”--Miko

“It’s okay.”--Raf

“It is?”--Buddy

“It is!”--Miko

“Yeah, it happened a while ago, but you didn’t have anything to do with it, right?”--Raf

Buddy looking slightly horrified.

“Of course not! I would never want to hurt your indigenous population on purpose or with any malicious intent!”--Buddy

“…wow…”--Jack

“You don’t seem to be related to old Bucket head.”--Miko

“Well… you wouldn’t be completely wrong. He found me in the streets of Kaon in a trash bin.”--Buddy

“So, you’re a dumpster baby?”--Miko

“Miko!”--Jack

“I suppose so. Miko… is that your designation?”--Buddy

“Yep! You know… you don’t exactly fit the Con description. Like at all. One your small—”--Miko

“I’m taller than you, though.”--Buddy

“Yet, Arcee has more height on you.”--Jack

“Arcee? Was that the one who—”--Buddy

“Tried to put more holes in you? Yeah, I’m Jack by the way.”--Jack

“Pleasure to meet you, Jack. My designation is Buddy.”--Buddy

“Wait really? I thought Ratchet said that to calm you down. Coming from Megs kid, I’d think that you’d be named something like ‘Skullcrusher’ or ‘Smash’ or something threatening.”—Miko

“Orion actually gave me the name.”—Buddy

“Orion? Wait as in…”----Jack

The kids and Buddy looking across the room at Optimus and Bumblebee talking.

“Yep.”—Buddy

Miko plopping down in front of Buddy.

“All right spill the lore!”—Miko

“What’s lore?”—Buddy

Things slowly became less tense with the kids acting as an olive branch.

The first ones to come around were Bumblebee and Smokescreen.

It only made sense being that Buddy was near the same age as the two.

The three of them would chat about human media and the latest movies they watched with the kids.

Buddy became very fond of the movie nights the kids would put up.

“Hey, it’s my turn to sit there!”—Smokescreen

Buddy sitting right behind the kids to watch the projector.

“I’m shorter so I get to sit here.I wouldn’t be able to see anything with your big helms in the way. Its only logical.”—Buddy

Miko hoping into Buddy’s lap with a blanket to ‘cover' them both.

“Aww. C’mon! Bee?”—Smokescreen

Bumblebee laying on his side slightly behind Buddy with Raf laying down on his helm with a yellow blanket.

“Beep boop bep beep (You snooze you loose, Smokescreen)”—Bumblebee

Smokescreen laying down, slightly sulking behind Buddy, with Jack slightly leaning on him with a pillow on his head.

“Traitor.”--Smokescreen

“Act you age Smokescreen.”--Buddy

“Wait who is the older one here anyways?”--Raf

“That would be Smokescreen. Bumblebee is the youngest one out of the three of us.”--Buddy

“So, you’re the middle child?”--Miko

“Yes?”—Buddy

Strangely, Magnus and Arcee where the next ones to fall.

It was all thanks to Buddy trying to prove that she wasn’t here for anything malicious.

The two had decided to do some training with the minibot.

They were surprised to see how well the mini could move so quickly and so fast.

Whatever training Buddy had previously was good.

Buddy dodging another attack from Arcee.

“That’s enough. Training is over.”--Magnus

Buddy huffing a bit.

“You tired already? Would have figured that you had more in you.”--Arcee

“You wish Arcee. You barely touched me this time.”--Buddy

“This time. Wait till next time.”--Arcee

Buddy smiling a bit before turning to Magnus, straightening her back struts a bit.

“Ultra Magnus, sir?”--Buddy

“The training was adequate. You need to learn how to attack faster at your opponent’s weak spots.”--Magnus

“I will do my best sir.”--Buddy

Magnus giving a small smile before leaving the room.

Buddy smiling a bit, trying to ignore the shaking servos when she left the room.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack were the last to fall.

It was all thanks to Miko.

Miko had been trying for a while to get them to play with Buddy.

Wheeljack flat out refused to work with Buddy, still thinking that this could have all been some sort of elaborate trick.

Bulkhead was a bit more open minded, but he backed Wheeljack up.

But after a bit of convincing, she managed to get them to play at least one game with her.

And it worked.

Bulkhead soon became another friend of Buddy’s while Wheeljack followed closely behind.

Optimus walking through the base with his data pad in his servo.

He turns the corner to hear laughter coming out of one of the rooms.

He peaks in to see Buddy and his two Wreckers playing, having a great time.

He manages to catch Buddy smiling.

A smile he hadn’t seen in a long, long time.

He turns and continues his walk.

Optimus and Ratchet obviously trusted Buddy right off the bat.

They knew their niece well.

But that didn’t shake the memory of Soundwave telling them that Megatron had laid his servo on Buddy.

Ratchet was absolutely fuming with anger.

How dare a father even consider doing such a horrendous act to their own sparkling!?

Optimus really wanted to fight Megatron.

He almost felt the same way as he did when Raf had gotten exposed to the dark energon.

In a way they both feel like they had failed.

What if scenarios popped up more with Buddy around.

The duo did their best to get Buddy to open up about her time on the Nemesis.

So far it had been snippets here and there, nothing major, but it was something.

Optimus, Ratchet, and Buddy looking at some coding in the empty base.

Buddy stops for a second.

“Buddy? You found something important?”--Ratchet

“It’s just…when fath—when Megatron left to space for those years on Earth, I was put in charge of the Decepticon army.”--Buddy

Ratchet’s optics widen a bit.

Optimus is not too surprised by this news.

“I—I tried to get in contact with you… I wanted to negotiate peace between our two factions, for good.”--Buddy

Optimus optics widen now.

“I—I figured it could be the one good thing I could do on the forsaken ship… I should have tried harder to—”--Buddy

Optimus hugs Buddy close.

Buddy’s optics become blurry with tears.

“Oh…oh Buddy…”--Ratchet

Ratchet rubs circles on Buddy’s back as she racks a sob on Optimus’s chassis.

The Prime holds her close to his spark, wishing he could take away her pain so badly.

They knew they needed to talk more about this to Buddy, but they never seemed to find the right time.

Until the truth revealed its ugly head.

Miko was on Buddy’s shoulder trying to show her a new photo that she took not too long ago.

Buddy didn’t notice Bulkhead behind them.

He wanted to get Miko to go help her with her guitar lessons.

The only things Buddy recognized was a dark shadow and a fast-moving servo.

It was too quick.

Buddy soon found herself cradling Miko close to her chassis with her back towards the offender.

She waited for the blow.

She felt sick when she didn’t feel the blow.

Maybe it was because the only thing Buddy could feel and hear where the loud hums of her spark going haywire.

She didn’t notice Miko furiously hitting her armor trying to snap her out of it.

She didn’t notice the sudden crowd around.

She did notice someone trying to take Miko away.

She tightens her grip on the human but making sure not to hurt her. That was the last thing she ever wanted to do.

It took a minute to try and get Buddy to calm down.

Buddy felt awful for the sudden panic.

Buddy sitting on the med slab looking at Miko who was in her servos.

“I’m so sorry for that.”--Buddy

“Buddy you’ve already apologized, anyways it’s okay.”--Miko

“No it’s not. That should have… it won’t happen again.”--Buddy

“It was my fault Buddy. Maybe if I hadn’t moved so fast.”—Bulkhead

Buddy looking at Bulkhead’s sorrowful optics.

“No Bulkhead it wasn’t you. You just looked a little like… The shadow reminded me of…”--Buddy

“Megatron?”--Ratchet

Buddy flinches a bit, but nods.

Silence.

Miko patting Buddy’s servo.

“When you came to the base all hurt, that was him wasn’t it.”--Miko

Buddy nods slowly.

“I… I think its about time you guys knew what happened. From the beginning. Optimus? Will you help me in the parts I don’t remember?”--Buddy

Optimus placing a servo on Buddy’s shoulder.

“Of course.”—Optimus

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fiber-optic-alligator · 3 months

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Requesting IDW Megatron x Lost Light human liaison reader. Based on the song "Heaven's Light" from Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Thanks for the request! Sorry for such a long delay! I spent a lot of time writing and rewriting this because I wanted to get it right. I went with Autobot Megatron for this one. I hope that is okay with you! Feedback is always appreciated! :D

Heaven's Light

Pairing: IDW Megatron x Human Liaison Reader

Word Count: 3588

Summary: Though he is now a hardworking Autobot aboard the Lost Light who's just trying to make up for the sins he's committed in his past, Megatron still believes he is a monster who is unworthy of ever being loved. That all changes when you, a little human liaison from Earth, makes your way into his life and implores him to reluctantly open his spark.

Megatron knows he is a monster.

He has done horrible things. He has killed, he has tortured, he has maimed. His recharge cycles are plagued with the echoes of screams and the fallen frames of mangled bodies. He stands atop a pile of them. When he looks at his servos, they are drenched in wasted energon that isn’t his own. Nightmares, Rune calls them. Terrible warped memories of his past. He cannot escape them. The guilt will stain him forever.

Megatron is aware that most of the Lost Light’s crew is afraid of him. With the exceptions of others like the captain, most steer clear of his way. When they see him thumping down a hallway with steps that seem to shake the entire ship, they scurry like glitch mice when a cyber cat is near. They speak to him with tremors in their voices and rattling in their joints.

Not that he makes things easy for them, he admits. Megatron is aloof, calculating, and antisocial. His violent tendencies have devolved into simple growls and annoyed huffs. He’s not here to make friends. He’s here to do a job: atone for the sins he has committed.

And yet, the nightmares remain. They do not leave no matter what he does.

Megatron is not a gentle being. He knows he is rough around the edges, and that scares people. So when he hears the announcement about a human boarding the Lost Light, his first instinct is to avoid them at all costs. It does not matter if they are a liaison. Humans are fragile and too easy to break. And he hardly believes Earth wants their delegate to be interacting with the former Decepticon warlord who has slaughtered thousands.

Unfortunately, his dimwitted captain has different plans.

“No.” Megatron crosses his arms and lifts his chin defiantly. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on.” Rodimus throws his helm back with an exasperated groan. “You're the perfect bot for the job! Why can’t you just say yes?”

“I did not board this ship to inevitably become a human babysitter.” Megatron’s words come out harsh and unyielding. “The answer is no, Rodimus. Get someone else to do it.”

“I agree,” Drift says. “In no way can I see this resulting in a positive outcome. Um…no offense Megatron.”

Megatron snorts. “None taken.”

“You two don’t understand.” Rodimus rubs his forehelm in faux exhaustion. “The human is here to learn about Cybertronian history and culture. Who else knows more about that sort of stuff than you?”

Megatron bares his teeth. “Are you calling me old?”

“I’m calling you knowledgeable,” Rodimus shoots back. “You can tell the human so much about us, more than Drift or I could combined.”

“That is not my area of profession. Get Rewind to do it.”

“No,” Rodimus objects. “I want you to do it.”

“Rewind would be a much better option if we want this human to successfully integrate into the ship’s social life,” Drift advises.

Rodimus punches the other mech squarely in the shoulder plating. Drift yelps and jumps back. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Are you on my side with this or not?” Rodimus snaps.

“I’m on the side of wanting the human to like us, and I don’t believe pairing them with Megatron is the best way to achieve that! Again, no offense to Megatron, but we need to make a good impression.” Drift straightens and rubs his shoulder, wincing. “We have to think about this clearly, Rodimus.”

“I am thinking clearly. I am the most clear-thinking mech in this room. I have never been thinking clearer, and I don’t think I ever will.” He points at Megatron. “You are going to be this human’s companion for the next six cyber-weeks they are here. You will educate them on our ways, teach them our history, and convince them that we are awesome and amazing and incredible. Understand? Come on, remember their little human motto! ‘Salvation through understanding, understanding brings in the light!’ There’s no way you can say no to that!”

Megatron feels indignation churn within his tank. That indignation turns into something dangerous, something he has not been able to snuff out of himself completely since he’s turned over a new leaf. That something is hostility borne from the frustration of being told to do something he doesn’t want to do. He snarls, but Rodimus does not cower. The red-and-orange mech’s plating bristles and clacks together in an act of instinctual dominance. The two leaders stare each other down in a silent battle. It takes Drift being the middle-man to relieve some of the tension crackling between them. “Alright, enough! Both of you stop right now! The human is going to be here at any moment, and you want their first impression of you two to be this? Calm down and get a hold of yourselves!”

Megatron scoffs. Without looking at either of them, he shoulders past Drift towards the door. “I will do as you say, Rodimus,” he rumbles. “But don’t you think I will enjoy a second of it. You are making a mistake.”

He hears Drift whisper “This is a bad idea” to the captain. Megatron stomps off, ignoring how every mech around him presses themselves against the walls to avoid his path. They should have chosen Rewind.

You are…not what Megatron was expecting.

You arrive on the ship with a swagger in your step and not an ounce of nervousness within you. Your eyes are wide with awe and your little dermas are split in a wide open smile as you turn in a circle to take everything in. There’s something distinctly adorable about the way you shift the weight of your stuffed backpack from one shoulder to the other and drag a tiny little suitcase behind you that makes the softer side of Megatron want to say “Awwww.” Apparently he isn’t the only one either; Rodimus is smiling like an idiot, his servos fidgeting like he wants to scoop you up and coo at you dotingly.

Drift elbows him. He snaps to attention and announces himself grandly, which makes Megatron want to cringe. “Liaison Y/N! So good to finally meet you in person! Welcome to the Lost Light!” He kneels and extends his servo with surprising mindfulness. “I am Rodimus Prime, captain of this ship.”

Your smile widens when you hold the tip of his index digit between both of your little fleshy servos and shake it. “I am honored to be here, captain.”

“The honor is all ours. And please, just call me Rodimus. You're one of us now. There’s no need for formalities.” Rodimus rises and gestures to Drift. The red-and-white mech steps forward and dips his head while he is introduced. “This is Drift, my third-in-command. And this is Megatron, my…co-captain.”

Megatron keeps his expression neutral when he steps forward to loom over you like a mountain. You have to crane your neck back in order to take all of him in. Here we go, he thinks. Any moment now, you’ll recognize his name. You’ll retreat to a safe distance. Maybe even start screaming in fear. He shouldn’t be surprised. After all, he is Megatron, feared former leader of the Decepticons, one of the most ruthless and terrifying beings in the-

Your smile does not waver and your attitude remains just as bright. “Megatron. It’s wonderful to meet you. I’m Y/N.”

It takes a moment for him to register your words. Wait, what?

Rodimus coughs and eyeballs him critically. “Oh.” Megatron blinks. “Um. Yes. Hello. It’s wonderful to, uh, meet you too.”

Drift snickers. He wants to punch him.

“I apologize for his flustered state.” Rodimus laughs nervously. “We’re all just very excited to have you on board. This is the first time much of the crew will be meeting a human, so I hope you’ll understand that some of us might not know how to interact with you.”

“It’s no problem,” you say. “I get it. But that’s why I’m here! So if you are curious about me, then I encourage it.”

Rodimus relaxes, looking relieved. “Yes, of course! We’re connecting two worlds! It’s absolutely incredible.”

“If anyone makes you actively uncomfortable though, please let one of us know,” Drift adds. “We understand that there is a clear power imbalance between you and all of us. It’s important that you feel safe here.”

“Well, that’s why Megs is going to be your partner during your time here!” Rodimus grabs Megatron’s shoulder and shakes him. It takes all of his strength not to growl. “You're here because you want to know more about us, right? Well, my co-captain is extremely knowledgeable in all things Cybertronian. He’ll do his best to answer any and all questions you might have!”

You show no trepidation over this. In fact, your eagerness only seems to grow. Megatron is honestly stunned. “Oh, absolutely, I’d love that! As long as it’s okay with you?” You look back at him inquiringly.

He starts to object, but Rodimus slams his servo over his intake. “He’s totally okay with it! He volunteered, after all! And he’ll start with showing you to your habsuite with Drift, so you can take all the time you need to settle in!”

Your concerns are soothed. Taking up your suitcase, you follow Drift and leave the docking bay, with the other mech walking at a turtle’s pace in order to stay in tandem with you. Megatron rips Rodimus’s servo away from his intake. “You,” he hisses, “are the bane of my very existence.”

Rodimus shrugs. “I can live with that title. But seriously, I’m doing you a favor right now. Enough with the brooding miserableness and more with the reinventing yourself. I’m trying to help you feel more at ease here. If you start with the human, you may find yourself actually being gentle.”

He snarls, and for the first time in a long while wonders if he can get away with killing one last Autobot. But when he looks at you and sees the way you smile up at Drift with so much young excitement…something in him softens.

“So, I was told you know a lot about Cybertronian culture,” you say to him. Drift is long gone, and your habsuite is set up to house all of your accommodations. You sit back on the miniature berth covered with blankets and pillows, thin legs swinging idly while you regard him with a curious look. He glances at you fleetingly, then returns his gaze to the data pad he’s holding.

“That I do,” he answers.

“Mind telling me some stuff?”

Your question is blunt and to the point. There’s no hesitation. You don’t look the least bit afraid. For a moment, Megatron wonders if you even know who he is. You just seem so…clueless. Did your human superiors really give you no sort of debriefing on who you would be dealing with here before you left?

“What do you want to know?” he asks reluctantly.

“I want to know about turbo foxes,” you reply.

He stares at you. Then he bursts into raucous laughter that causes his entire frame to shake. You throw your hands up in feigned exasperation, grinning like an idiot. “What? What did I say?”

“You said nothing wrong, little one.” He manages to calm himself down, shaking his head while still chuckling. “I just…I was expecting you to ask about the war.”

“Why would I ask you about that?”

“Because that is what everyone wants to know about. The war is essentially a defining factor of our history and culture. Our image cannot exist without it.”

You shrug. “I can learn about the war from anyone. I already have. But turbo foxes? I’ve only read a single paragraph about those. They sound so cute! You have to tell me more.”

“Wait.” He pauses, confused. “You…you’ve learned about the war?”

“Of course I have,” you reply. “Like you said, it’s part of your history and culture. Who hasn’t at this point?”

“So…you know who I am. Megatron. Me. You’ve learned about me.”

“Yes?” You tilt your head. “I don’t know what this has to do about turbo foxes.”

“No, it-it has nothing to do with them. I just-” He sighs, rubbing his optics in a tired way. “I just don’t understand why you haven’t acknowledged the fact that you know me. You know what I’ve done. You know what I’m capable of continuing to do.”

“I haven’t acknowledged it because it’s not worth acknowledging.”

“That is absurd. Of course it is worth acknowledging. I am Megatron. I’m the former leader of one of the most feared armies known throughout the universe.”

“Former leader,” you say.

“That-” He sputters. He isn’t sure where you are going with this; you’ve thrown him for a loop. “That has nothing to do with the current situation.”

“Yes it does.” You stand up. “You used to be the leader of the Decepticons. You’ve killed, you’ve destroyed. But you don’t do that anymore. So now here we are.”

“You are okay with completely looking past everything I have done? You're just going to…ignore it?”

“No.” You take slow steps towards him. “I’m not. I’ve done my research on you. I understand that you’ve done terrible things. But I also know that you're trying to make up for all of that. You're good now. Being here, helping me…I know you're trying to be better. I appreciate that.” You hold up your hands. He understands, yet hesitates to fulfill your wish. You have to encourage him. “Come on, it’s okay. You won’t hurt me.”

He bends down and extends his servo. “How can you be so sure?”

You hold his index digit and bring the tip to your cheek, allowing him to caress the soft organic skin of your face. You are so small, so delicate, so carefully made. Megatron isn’t caught up on the stories about the gods of your world, yet he knows-he can feel it-that whatever being made you put so much care and love into their work, he is sure their power rivals Primus himself. His walls crumble. He wants to hold you forever.

“I’m sure because I trust you,” you say. “And when you earn the trust of someone you can so easily hurt…you know you are good.”

Six weeks later…

Swerve’s bar is filled with life. Megatron hears it all the way from the deserted hallway he sits in. The laughter, cheers, and songs echo like the hauntings of spirits. Yet, he feels no urge to join in. The bench he sits on is as cold as space. He’s sure he can feel the chilling void through the large observation window he’s in front of right now.

The soft pitter patter of human feet turns his attention away from the window. He sees you heading towards him with cheeks flushed red and a stupid smile. His olfactory sensors pick up on the faint scent of alcohol sticking to your skin when you make it over to him.

“Are you drunk?” he asks.

“A little,” you reply. A soft pat to his pede signals what you want. He gives it to you, scooping you up into a gentle hold and placing you on his right tibulen. You lean against him with a soft exhale. “Why didn’t you come join us?”

He lifts his gaze to the window. “I’m not a big drinker.”

“Oh. Well, that’s okay. Neither am I.”

The warmth of your little body is comforting. It makes him want to focus on you. Yet, he can’t manage to do so. It’s such a foolish situation; him, of all mechs, so infatuated with this little human, he can barely look at them.

But it goes beyond that. He knows it does. So do you. Six weeks are nearly over. Your time here will soon be done.

He doesn’t know how to handle that anymore.

“Why did you leave Swerve’s?” he chooses to ask you, because if he brings up the topic of you leaving, he thinks he’s going to lose control of his emotions.

“I wanted to be with you.”

He snorts. “I hardly think a party being thrown in your honor is worth leaving in exchange for spending time with some old bot.”

“Oh, please. You aren’t just some old bot to me. I like being around you. Is that so hard to believe?”

He smiles humorously. “You might be the only one on this ship who does.”

You don’t respond, and Megatron fears he might have offended you in some way. When he looks at you, he sees your shoulders slump and your head hang like you are mourning the dead.

“I’m leaving soon,” you murmur.

“...I know.”

“I asked my superior if I could stay.” You draw your knees to your chest and hug them. “I begged him. Another week. Hell, another day. But he wouldn’t give in. Fucking asshole…he knows I’ve gotten attached.”

“Getting attached was the point of you coming here.”

“I know. But…not like this.” An invisible chord tightens around your little body. He can tell your composure is crumbling. “This…wasn’t something I was trained for.”

His spark aches painfully. If he were younger, he’d do something rash; threatening your superior would have been his first course of action. If that didn’t work, he’d steal you away and whisk you off to the far reaches of space, away from Earth, away from anything or anyone who might prevent the two of you from being together.

But he’s not his younger self. He’s old. He’s tired. So he simply heaves a sigh and lifts his optics to the stars. “You know…so many times out there, I’ve watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night.”

You lift your head and look at him. There are tears in your eyes. Megatron rumbles out a deep purr and reaches for you, gently maneuvering you into his servos and lifting you up to his faceplate. You lean forward and place a tiny hand on his nose.

“What were they like?” you ask quietly.

“They had a kind of glow to them,” he responds with a sense of wistfulness. “It almost looked like…Heaven’s light.”

That makes you giggle. “How the hell do you know what Heaven is?”

“Lets just say I’ve done my research,” he answers with a smile.

You lightly tap his nose with your fist. “Sap.” Your expression falls into a contemplative frown. “What were you thinking when you saw them? The lovers? Were you jealous?”

“Well…not exactly. Jealousy isn’t the right word to describe it. But…I envied them. I wanted to be like them. But I knew I’d never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might.” He closes his optics, steadying his breaths. He doesn’t want to cry, not in front of you. “No face as hideous as my face…was ever meant for Heaven’s light.”

You open your mouth to retort, not at all willing to listen to him put himself down. That’s one of the things he loves about you. No matter who it is, you will always step in to make someone feel better. It’s a quality many Cybertronians are lacking, yet it abounds in humans plentifully.

He had been wrong about your kind, back when he was still the leader of the Decepticons. You are so much more beautiful than you realize.

Megatron cuts you off gently with a low puff of air into your face from his nose. You sputter and stumble back, and he laughs. His thumb comes up to stroke your hair, then travels down to trace the outline of your jaw. You still, eyes widening when you see the lovesick look he’s giving you. “But suddenly an angel has smiled at me…you, little one. Come on, smile.”

There’s no sharp-witted reply from you to make him chuckle. You just obey him and smile. His spark skips a beat and he feels like he is going to melt right then and there. “You are the only one to smile at me in this way,” he whispers. “And you…you’ve touched my face without a trace of fright.”

“I could never be afraid of you,” you say. You press yourself against his nose, hugging him in the best way you can. He feels you trembling. “I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve dreamt of you. I still dream. I dare to dream that you might even care for me…”

Megatron leans into your touch. “My cold dark tower seems so bright…I swear it must be Heaven’s light.”

There is silence between you for some time. The noise from Swerve’s bar has faded away. You sniffle and don’t pull away. “Stay with me,” you beg.

“You know I can’t,” he says. “Not forever.”

“Then just for tonight. For as long as we have left. Stay with me, please. I don’t want to let you go. I love you.”

“You don’t have to.” He hugs you with his free servo. “Not right now. I’m here. I love you too. You are the only one I will ever love. My Heaven’s light.”

“Salvation through understanding,” you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. Yet, you are smiling. It’s a grateful smile. A smile that tells him you are so, so lucky to have ever met him at all.

His optics well up. He lets the walls break. “Understanding brings in the light.”

Megatron knows he is a monster.

But after meeting you…he knows he’s a monster who’s worthy of receiving love.

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cosmics-beings · 5 months

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I think another thing I like about starscream, yet hate that the fandom fails to acknowledge about starscream is that, a lot of his rotten personality and his nastiness comes from way before he meets megatron and way before he was a deception.

That’s not to say that a lot of the ways he acts doesn't mirror megatron and the mistreatment he went through. and that impacts how starscream heals, makes friends, etc., idw - like what megatron did still badly affects him and that's not something to be ignored, and it's still not fair that he doesn't get the same happiness megatron did.

But, I think that people do tend to act as if Starscream was perfect and uncorrupt before Megatron.

That's not true...starscream was also a rotten, manipulative and bad person before that. and a lot of that was in response to how he was treated and hating his own body/existence, and the caste system, etc. We see how a lot of people in transformers react to oppression and I think starscream is such an interesting case of someone who is so angry and furious at the system he was created in that he takes it out on others yet still fights for himself and only himself. It is sad, and it’s awful to see how his own existence and the caste system does destroy him, but I think its important to note and to understand to just see how oppressed people still have to fight through their own oppression and sometimes, because of that, because of the trauma they go through, turn rotten. And Starscream did terrible, sneaky, and awful things. He did shitty things to climb to the top and he hurt those around him, he hurt people he trusted him, and he was happy to be that way. No one made him evil, manipulative, or untrustworthy, he did that on his own.

I don’t like that a lot of the fandom tends to tie Starsream’s negative and problematic behavior and personality to megatron because it also takes away from a lot of growth, agency and discussion about starscream’s personality and why he is the way he is.

He wasn’t a perfect, innocent and shy person before he met megatron, or before he became a deception. He still did awful things and while becoming a deception was a way he could grow past the system that created him, he still did very much do so for power. Starscream was an ambitious yet a morally ambiguous person before megatron and he had to be to survive in his own mind. His life wasn’t perfect and happy before megatron, he was still fighting and he was still scheming to survive.

I really don’t like how people kind of take that away from him, and act like everything he does and every shitty way he acts is *because* of megatron. I know it’s not fun to have to admit that he wasn’t a good person before megatron met him, but I think it’s necessary to understand his character, and not a lot of people do. And when you don’t do that, you have people misinterpreting his character and being genuinely shocked when he does villainous things. Like for instance, sky bound starscream’s actions shock a lot of people because they don’t think that he is a villain - I remember a lot of ES critique is that earthspark starscream doesn’t need a redemption act- he just needs people to love and accept him. And I think you guys forgot that he was also a space fascist and enjoyed killing people on his own accord. And while megatron himself does impact how starscream acts and treats others - starscream still was an extremely problematic person eons before he met megatron.

I don’t think this negates just how badly Megatron’s treatment fucked him up, and made it so that it was difficult for him to form relationships even after, or find happiness. And I think that’s just something that cannot be ignored. But I also think starscream is more interesting as a character if the fandom acknowledged that he was this way before, that he wasn’t perfect or innocent, and that he reacted that way because he was unhappy with is life, his station, his caste, etc.

this also isn't a chance to come and try to excuse how megatron treated him, so pls don't do that on here.

#i remember looking at an earthspark video and it's like 'starscream does bad things but none of it is his fault because of meg-'#and im like 'nooooo'#it's okay for people to acknolwedge that he was 'bad' to begin with #i don't know how we as a fandom got to the point where they convinced themselves he wasn't a villain #and when you tie EVERYTHING he does to his time with megs #then you invalidate him #he is more than than his relationship with megs (also not saying his name bcos i don't want it to end up in his tag)#like it makes me so upset when fans tie everything he does to him #and it's like they are afraid to admit that he is evil and highly problematic #and in many ways just like megs BEFORE he met him #because you guys again - think a victim can only be one way #it's insulting #starscream #transformers #also sorry for the slurry of unpopular starscream opinions #i just hate how i feel that his character is only allowed to be seen s *one* way

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starliights-shining · 11 months

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Bayverse Megatron and Optimus prime w gn cybertronian crush

Where he gets asked by reader's old friend, "Are you their conjux?" Cause apparently anyone who knows reader well enough knows that they're into large mechs who can definitely dominate them.

Also also, reader reluctantly explaining to him as to why he got asked that question

Hi hi! SOrry this took so long to come out, but don't worry its here now! I hope this is what you were looking for, Enjoy :)

Charaters: Bayverse! Optimus Prime, Bayverse! Megatron

Warnings: Megatron got a small spice kick at the end other than that none

Optimus Prime

He'd questin why the Bot is asking him and not you, but then wouldn't really be worried about it.. He might wounder if you two look that comfy and cozy with each other. He'll bring it up to you, expecting it to be some simple and easy mistake, but is a little worried and confussed when you hesitate to tell him why they asked him. Honestly I feel like he'd find it just a tad bit funny and would even ask if they assume things like this alot. With Optimus I feel like its all light hearted.

You spent a lot of time around Optimus Prime, I mean he is leading the autobots in a battle over Earth. The same battles that were in and the same battles he asks for your expert opinions in, So of course you spent a lot of time with him. Helms clicking together as you both looked at the same holo projected map of the battle fields. If you asked anyone from an outside perspective they’d say you two looked quite cozy for just ‘co-workers’, which gets you in this situation. Face to face with them as they ask why that boy asked if he was your Conjux.

His cobalt optics staring down at you, you could feel them watching, taking in every bit of your small frame while you thought about how to tell him the reason. Your processor moving quicker than you can actually keep up with. You felt yourself shrinking into your frame, shoulder plating coming up to touch your audio receptors, you honestly didn’t want to be in this situation. If they could have just kept their mouth shut and not said a single thing, you could have your feelings and further more information to yourself. Your optics searched for answers in the surroundings.

“So, I would like for you to answer.”

Your optics flickered back over to him, locking with his blue optics, those same blue optics that seemed to be searching yours for an answer. You thought more, you could just turn around and walk away, or maybe say it super fast so he doesn’t understand, or you could ‘man up’ as Sam would say and tell him the real reason. You sighed, lowering your shoulders and moving closer to him. Your servos go to grab his and you look down at him. Studying the grey metal and all their scars. You finally look back up at him, Squinting your optics as you smile sweetly.

“Promise you won’t be upset or mad or weirded out or,”

He cut you off.

“I swear.”

You smiled, letting out a small sigh, you guess now is the time.

“They asked you because they know,”

You trailed off, the one thing you were trying not to do, because primus knows how hard it is for you to get back onto the same sentence.

“They know what?”

He was confused, which is valid, he has every right to be confused. He should be so confused that he doesn’t want to know why they asked him such a question. It would make your life so much easier right now.

“They know,”

You took a deep breath, the thought to just spit it out crossing your processor.

“They know I’m into bigger mech who can like totally dominate me in any situation whatsoever.”

You took your chance, a sigh leaving you. You now stood servo in servo with the Autobot leader with a terrible poster, helm looking straight at the ground between the two of you and your optics squeezed shut.

You heard him chuckle, the sound causing you to open one optic and peek up at him.

“What nonsense, all this for that.”

You were awestruck, stuck looking up at the ‘larger totally dominating’ mech frozen. You could hear him talking, see his mouth moving, a smile gracing his features but you can’t hear him. He gave your servos a light squeeze, bringing you back to him.

“Don’t fret, this will not change my views on you.”

You let out a relieving sigh, a small smile forming on your face.

“It enhances my views of you.”

Megatron

Is confussed, gives the Con who asked the question an evil look and pushes them away. Honestly I think he'd take it as in insult. He'd say something like, "You think me, Lord Megatron, Is soft to some random Con." He truly thinks they saw him as weak, weak enough to have a conjux, he cannot concern himself with such minor things during this war. When he brings it up to you about being asked, he'll just stare at you, waiting for some or any response. After explaining he'll take it as a completement that they asked, and even thought he looked dominating.

Once again you find yourself in the questioning crossfire of your leader, Megatron, after one of your dearly beloved Cons let their mouth slip. Asking Lord megatron if he is your conjux, landing you this great conversation with the war criminal. He seemed uninterested, more concerned on why they’d think he’d marry and have a weakness during such a turning point within the war. His optics actually hadn’t even landed on you, more concerned with Starscream.

He trailed off, punching and pulling things off Starscream while also yelling at the Mech. He just so happened to be doing the one thing that got him asked the question. Your smaller frame standing in front of the ruble Megatron called his ‘throne’ watching as he ‘dominated and controlled’ the screamer. His assault came to an end, pushing Starscream away with his foot and saying something about him being useless, oh well not really what you were focused on.

Your optics stared at the leader, his back turned to you as he let out audible intakes, you could see his frame moving up and down from where you stood. The damage from his fights with the Autobots shows you the wear and tear of him. Besides his face the only thing that drew your attention was his wound, the gaping gash peeking over his shoulder plating with its screeching red and fire orange melted end, the little bot critter trying his hardest to put him back together. He stretched, showing off the movement of his joints and other moving metal, he turned around, facing you. That face mixed with displeasure and satisfaction traveling into his optics as he looked down on you. Your own optics not paying much attention to his, just taking in the way he frame looked, traveling all over his chest plating and then down to his midsection, your optics taking the way his midsection tapered into his hips, primus you loved it.

“You do know why you’re here. Get to the point and start answering questions.”

Your optics flickered up to his, cherry red staring you down. You felt like you were shrinking, in a terribly good way. You would smile up at him, but seeing as his temper is already short, you didn’t. You brought your servo up to your mouth, letting out a throat clearing noise as you got ready to speak. You stepped up to the Mech, keeping a serious face, your mouth opened and then it hit you. You didn’t know exactly what to tell him, How to say it, and how to explain it. You looked away, for this might be the first time since you joined the Decepitcons you’ve held yourself back around him.

“Go on, I don’t have all day.”

You lifted your servo, squinting an eye and smiling, your optics looking up at him. He's just looking down at you, crimson optics staring holes into you, waiting for an answer. You thought you’d play with his time, the worst that could happen is he yells at you, stands over you, or kills you.

“What did you call me here for again?”

He scoffs, backing up and sitting in his, pile of trash, throne.

“Why was I asked if I'm your conjux.”

He slumped in his chair, manspreading out his ass and a servo coming up to support his helm. You froze, shoulders slumping, you wanted him, you wanted to sit in his lap and be dominated by him. You shook your helm, once again locking optics with him and sighed, why waste time when he already has you right here.

“They know that I like mech who can dominate at any time.”

Your voice got smaller and quieter the longer you talked, you were sure Megatron couldn’t hear what you said. You looked away from him, taking interest in the leftover scraps he pulled from Starscream, before you heard him hum. Your optics flickered back towards him, locking with his cherry red’s.

“Interesting.”

He didn’t seem upset or anything, more pleased. You guess it's because it sounded like a compliment, they thought he was your conjux because he looked dominating. So he has no need to be upset or angry at you, too bad the poor bot who asked barely got away after asking him that.

“Perhaps, I can show you true dominance.”

#stars writings #transformers #transformers x reader #tf x reader #transformers bayverse #tf optimus prime #tf megatron #tf #optimus prime x reader #transformers optimus #optimus prime #megatron x reader #megatron #tf megatron x reader

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hyperfixat · 11 months

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Side characters showing affection

~300 words. brothers ver.

Diavolo nuzzles.

He love love loves just rubbing his face into your hair and head

PUPPY BOY 😭

Sick to my stomach the only thing that can cure me would be having a certain demon prince rub his face into my tummy‼️

Barbatos keeps his tail on you like a leash.

Your hand, wrist, waist, a loop on your clothing. One of the split tendrils slips around it and tugs you just a tad closer.

When his tail is obscured, ie human world fit, he likes to fix your clothes and posture. Now if you’re like me who is so fag boy from the cemetery crossed with starving artist core, being messy is part of my charm!! Barbatos won’t kill your vibe, he just makes it more… tastefully messy.

Thirteen bites. (And kisses, but mostly bites.)

Enamored with the thought of Thirteen pressing kisses to the tips of your fingers and the palm of your hand. Her lips are so soft, she keeps a chapstick on her always, and she’s so gentle with you.

And after she presses butterfly kisses to each of your finger pads, she nips you gently. She has longer canines than the average human and she uses them to press down enough to send a shock to your heart and keep your attention on her.

Ugh and when one of the brothers or other characters are trying to take you away, she’ll just nip your wrist to keep you focused on her.

Raphael holds your wrist.

He keeps you close and guides you through the dreary Devildom streets. He isn’t terribly physically affectionate, but he keeps you close this way.

:3 cutie anagel

Have you seen those parents who keep a hand on their toddler so they won’t run away 😭 Pretty much this.

I already mentioned my love, Megatron, but ☹️🫶 (guys i am insane for him)

#verified hyperfixat post #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me hcs #obey me scenarios #mephistopheles obey me #obey me side characters #obey me barbatos x mc #obey me diavolo #obey me thirteen x mc #obey me thirteen #om thirteen #thirteen obey me #raphael obey me

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my-naughty-writings-and-musings · 5 months

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Oh my god those Bee and Elita-1 hcs were perfection! *Kisses fingertips* may I request some saucy hcs of Earthspark Megatron? What do you think he enjoys most?

Ahhhh thank you!! I was already working on some for him, so you read my mind!! Enjoy some saucy Reader x Megatron!

(Note: I've got a headcanon bots can knock up aliens, including organics.)

1. His horniness exists on a a broad spectrum that stretches from "happy to be here" all the way to "feral rutting to save the species", and a wide array of behaviours can be enjoyed between. When more relaxed, he'll take his time to undress you, and his flirting will lean towards being almost poetic. The more desperate he is, however, the more you can expect to lose an article of clothing to his overly eager servos. Privacy matters very little once he's truly desperate, and it's also quite difficult to get all of his mass out of sight, so he's become a master of stealth. A small back hallway at GHOST is more than sufficient for him.

2. He's too ashamed to admit it to most anyone, but he has a colossal breeding kink, and the fact he can impregnate you fills him with so many conflicting feelings. There's some part of him that wants it more than anything; to spark you up, watch you swell with his sparkling, and bring new life to his incredibly endangered species. At the same time, he feels terribly guilty just for having these thoughts, and he's certain the guilt is warranted for too many reasons to count. One in particular is how selfish he feels to ask such a thing of you. Still, the desire is there, and should you discover it and convince him you want to try... Clear your schedule for the next week or so.

3. He thinks it's silly, but one of his favorite places to make love is the forest. Cybertron had some, but he was rarely able to explore them, and those on earth have given him a second chance to enjoy the tranquility. When he's (reasonably) certain the two of you are alone, he'll always be down for a quickie in the woods.

#valveplug #transformers #lemon #maccadam #tf #robot x human relations #self insert #human reader #megatron #tf earthspark #earthspark #transformers earthspark #earthspark megatron #megatron x reader #tf x reader #x reader #valveplug headcanons #tf headcanons #headcanons

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scriberye · 4 months

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➥ Megatron x GN!Reader | 1133 | Ao3

⚠️ Emotional Distress, Physical Injury, Hurt/Comfort Your human heart is soft and delicate, nothing like Megatron's.

It’s here in the vast empty coldness of space, aboard a ship filled with mechanical beings, that you find something you hadn’t realized you’d been searching for — love. Cupid chose the oddest of places to work his magic and picked the worst bot to be the object of your affection. Things are difficult at first, and love is seldom easy. And Megatron, the very bot who caused the fluttering swarm of butterflies to come alive in your stomach, seemed to hate your guts.

He refused to be in the same room as you in the beginning, excusing himself whenever you entered. With time and a lot of patience, Megatron allowed himself to be within a tolerable distance of you, despite the heavy tension that lingered in the air. He tolerated your presence. It’s small, but it gives you hope.

When the plan to keep you at arms length failed, he used his words.

His words are sharper than any blade, and he wields them with finesse. Each word cuts through you and claws at your heart, but your feelings never waver under their harshness. It’s unfair. A small and terrible liability, he called you.

You are human — and weak.

You face Megatron’s relentless efforts to put distance between you with unwavering determination. The more he pushed, the more you dug your heels in and pulled. Until you couldn’t do it anymore — not physically, at least.

The strain of these feelings you carry for him has become a burden on your poor heart. In a moment of vulnerability and frustration, you corner Megatron one evening and unleash a torrent. Angry tears burn your eyes as you unburden yourself — from the hurtful words that cut too deep, and how much you still cared about him. You’re tired of nursing this flame that Megatron seems so determined to snuff out. It’s ugly and gross. And he says nothing — does nothing but stare at you.

You lash out.

With all your strength, you kick him in some futile hope of breaking whatever barrier separates you two, yet you only succeed in breaking yourself. It wasn’t the smartest choice, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like your only option. The sharp, searing pain surges through your foot and rips a scream from your throat. Megatron’s spark seizes, and for all his reluctance, he never wants to hear that sound again.

Ratchet confines you to the medbay while your broken foot mends.

It’s safer for your mental and physical well-being, he says, instead of letting you hobble around the ship, risking possible further injury. You hate it, but you wisely don’t fight him about it. The days drag on. Each moment feels more monotonous than the last, and it’s lonely with nothing but your thoughts. Some bots come to visit you with news of the latest drama.

But he never visits you, and you resign yourself to the fact that your outburst may have pushed Megatron even further away. So, it surprises you when it turns out you’re wrong. Late one night, well past visiting hours, and after all the other bots have settled in for recharge, Megatron appears in the medbay. A dark, imposing shadow among the dim lights, with his helm hung low, heavy under the weight of his worries.

“Megatron?”

“I wanted to apologize for how I treated you. There was — no, there is no excuse for my behavior,” he says, his words heavy with remorse. He hesitantly extends his hand, resting it on the edge of the berth. “I understand if you wish to return to Earth.”

“Do you hate being around me that much?” you ask, and Megatron falls silent. The only sound is the rhythmic hum of medical equipment and your pounding heart.

“No,” he finally responded. “It’s the opposite. I wish to be around you more than I should. I don’t —”

“—think you deserve to, right?”

He visibly deflates, and the walls he had built around himself crumble, leaving him weak and vulnerable. Megatron shutters his optics as if he were shielding himself from his feelings — from you.

“I don’t understand why you would care,” he admits, sadness tinging his voice. “Everything I’ve done… The pain I’ve caused to them, to you.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Megs,” you sigh. “Everyone deserves a second chance, especially if they want to change.”

Megatron lifts his head, and for the first time, his optics soften, a flicker of hopeful understanding crossing his features. “Rung told me the same thing.”

“You’ve talked to Rung?” you ask, surprised.

“I did, but I don’t want to hurt you…”

Warmth blossoms across your cheeks as the tendrils of hope weave through your heart. These feelings are raw and fragile, but you believe in this. You two can build a bridge. You want to touch him, to reach out and close the distance. Encouraged, you place a small hand on one of his much larger digits.

“You won’t. I believe in you, Megatron.”

He smiles. The hurt gives way, replaced by a gentle, hopeful warmth, like the first rays of dawn.

Megatron remains by your side through the night. No longer held back by shadows of self-doubt, he speaks with you in hushed tones. Whispered conversations and confessions that bring your hearts closer together. He admits openly to his flaws and the unease that surrounds them. It wouldn’t be perfect, but if a relationship with him was what you wanted, he commits himself to trying. And you vow to be understanding.

From that moment forward, things changed. Everyone, having tread on eggshells, exhaled in relief. Megatron’s once harsh and hurtful words took on a gentler tone of support and encouragement. He held fast to his commitment, carving out time to spend with you. The gradual pace of your relationship allowed you to explore and discover each other’s boundaries.

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Megatron settles in for recharge, and you take your usual place next to his head. You caress the expanse of his cheek, feeling the coolness of metal beneath your fingers. It’s a ritual, one you take great pleasure in, content to admire and adore him. A gentle servo presses you closer, and you nuzzle closer, pressing your cheek to his.

“I feel I don’t have the right to be thankful,” he whispers. “But if there is one thing I can be thankful for, it is to have you.”

Megatron had given you his spark, something no one had ever touched before, and in return, you’d give him all the love you could muster. Your life is short compared to his, but at this moment, surrounded by love, you feel a bittersweet ache. You hope that every moment and touch will be a cherished memory to comfort him in his grief when, inevitably, the distance will be too great.

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