Transformers x Reader

The truest love (TFP! Megatron x reader)

Words: 1285

It was absolute murder outside. As you stood at the window of the highest level in the medic building you could feel the heat emitted from the war outside. It had only been a day or two since the war erupted but already the Decepticons had made a dent in the Autobot forces, that’s why you were here now. Your Brother, the leader of the Autobots, had given you the order of getting the femmes and sparklings to safety and now that they were safely locked behind metal doors you stood outside on guard. Ready to attack anyone with the opposing faction’s symbol. Suddenly a barrage of bullets pelted through the open window, making you quickly tuck and roll away from the opening. Once recovered you stood fully, facing the opponent only to feel your spark stop when you realized that it was the Con Leader that was now standing on the window sill.

You couldn’t help the sigh that came out of your mouth when you saw the gladiator’s figure blocking out the light of the sun. His red optics that were once so familiar bored into you, a snarl placed on his lips once he realized what Orion had ordered you to do.

“This is not your fight, Y/N.” He spoke lowly, jumping down from the window so he was only a few feet in front of you. How you used to enjoy his company, it was hard to stand against him now but you knew you couldn’t turn your back against Orion.

“Megatronus please.” It felt foreign for you to beg him. It’s nothing you ever thought you would be doing, especially with how close Orion and Megatronus had become recently. You couldn’t avoid being around the gladiator but you weren’t going to complain. “You don’t have to do this.”

“That’s where you are wrong!” His shout sent you back up against the doors where the femmes and sparklings were. No doubt they had heard you but they didn’t dare to make even a single peep. You weren’t a fighter, you doubted that you could even be more than a punching bag for Megatronus but you were going to try. “Your brother betrayed me!”

“He betrayed both of us!” You screamed back, a horrible high-pitched screech but it didn’t even make him flinch. After a beat of regaining your composure, you looked up at him. “Or are you forgetting I was on your side?” You asked, hurt that he would group you with Orion’s decision to fight back. The gladiators deserved the same treatment as the higher caste members so you weren’t surprised when the uprising happened.

Megatronus glared at your outburst until he saw the energon pooling at the corner of your blue optics. He wasn’t the only one who had got hurt when the war began. He didn’t just lose Orion, he had lost you as well… Or maybe not.

“You were on my side before,” He began softly, walking up to you. You could only stare as he approached. “Remain at my side now.” You weren’t sure whether it was a command or offer but you knew no matter what you couldn’t agree. Gulping, you raised your servo to caress the faceplate of the silver Decepticon, watching as he leaned into your touch and clasped his servo around yours.

“I’m sorry.” You finally whimpered out, tears now spilling down your faceplate at the betrayed look on his face. It was like he couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of your intake. How could you refuse him? “You know I could never care for someone the way I care for you, but I need to stay with my brother.” That was the last straw for Megatronus who ripped your servo from his person and took five long steps backward. Once he was a fair distance, he pointed his cannon at you in a threatening manner. It was at the moment you saw the rage in his optics, you suddenly felt as if you were in a fighting ring as his opponent and that was a daunting thought.

“Then so be it.” After he spoke his last word he shot at you three times, pain registering through your chest plate when you fell to the ground. Vision turning black as energon leaked from your body, the last thing you saw were those eyes. The red eyes of the mech you loved.

-*-

“Wait, I thought this was the story of the mech you loved?” Miko sat impatiently on the sofa as you finished your recollection. Mind still in the past, it took Miko waving her hands until you realized she had even spoken.

“It doesn’t sound very loving,” Jack commented along with Miko. You smiled down at the three human children. You were explaining how ‘marriage’ worked on Cybertron when they had asked whether you had someone you felt that way about. You looked down at your chest, three singed scars placed at the left side of your spark, marring your otherwise spectacular form.

“Well if he didn’t love me, he would have killed me.” You mused in a dream state before turning back to the kids with a small smile. “Don’t you think?” Your question left them dumbfounded for a moment. Their mouth hanging open at the conclusion you drew from being shot at, to them it didn’t make sense.

“Who is this guy?” Bulkhead asked from behind you in an amused tone, you hadn’t realized you had acquired an audience when you told your tale. A smirk slowly crept over your faceplate before you looked over your shoulder at the grouping of Autobots.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You teased them, feeling amused at the way Orion gave you a knowing smile over the top of everybody’s head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and send more beacons. We need more troops.” You instantly transformed and drove out of the base so that you wouldn’t have to answer any awkward situations.

-*-

You sat patiently on the cliff edge, your legs hanging over the edge as the device to your side sent out messages of the Autobot cause to the far reaches of space. Whilst your eyes were trained on the far-off stars, your ears were fine-tuned to the sound of a ground bridge opening behind you before loud pedes made their way to you. A grin graced your intake as the sound came closer and closer.

“I knew you would show,” You spoke to the approaching figure, one leg folding up to your chest plate as you continued speaking. “I had an in-depth discussion about the day of my injury today, how long do you think it been since that happened?” You asked as you felt the figure sit behind you, scooping you into their arms and turning you around so that you were face-to-face with the Gladiator while straddling his harsh hips.

“Not long enough for me to stop regretting it.” He admitted before placing his helm on your chest plate, softly kissing the offending marks that he had made all those years ago.

“Regretting hurting me or not killing me?” You teased as your servos grabbed his faceplates they had done on that day. He smirked at you then, his servos covering yours before he began to speak.

“I haven’t decided yet.” He whispered before you placed your intake on his, you missed him when you were with the Autobots but you knew the risks of having the two groups interact. This seemed like the best way to carry on. And at the end of the day, you loved it. Because you loved him.