𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔

'In you image' - Royal!Human!Megatron x Painter!Human!Reader [Part 1]

Hi I know the title is a lot and quite frankly it is a lot jsdfkg

This whole thing came from a little joke in between my friends and then I was like haha what if I wrote it and now I am a little attached to it. So at least one more part should be coming (hopefully)

This whole AU is very loosely based off of 17th - 18th century Europe, but literally feel free to imagine anything. It's all very vague, which is how I like it lol

≫ Summary: Someone very important has requested a portrait, you better not mess it up.

≫ Word count: 1358

≫ The reader's gender and appearance are not specified!

≫ There isn't really a set appearance for Megatron either, so imagine your favourite human version of him 

≫ This is written with romantic undertones!

Hope you'll like this even if it's a little odd! [and thank you Meat for the Megatron edit] - Skull 💀

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    Soft rays of sunlight seeped through the tall windows of the room, dust dancing in the air, illuminated by it. Everything around you was bathed in golden light and you couldn't help but take a moment to take it all in. Dawns always felt so ethereal to you, the time when the sun rose felt almost untouchable, sacred.

   Or maybe you were thinking too hard about it.

    Taking a deep breath, you finally moved, getting your supplies ready for the day. You couldn't help the anxious buzz in your fingertips even so early. It was an important day- for you at least.

    Rummaging through your paints, you let your mind wander.

    It's been a bit over a year since you've 'joined' the Decepticons. Working as their personal painter didn't exactly make you a part of their cause or involve you all that much with their inner workings. And that suited you just fine.

    With their house rising to power so fast, they've decided to engage in the more 'mundane' things in their eyes, such as showing their power not with violence only, but with their riches as well. Which included you and your works. From what you've gathered they mostly wanted to be seen as capable and extravagant as the others and not just some brutes with deadly military forces.

    You weren't even involved in any of it, but it made your head spin. You knew that high class was extremely difficult to navigate through in itself, not counting all you had to do to be taken seriously and treated with respect. Really, you were lucky your status as a well acclaimed painter let you off the hook easily. Anything you'd do wrong would be laughed at with 'oh artists'. It used to make your blood boil, but now you've come to accept it as an easy way out. Sure, you can be their token eccentric artist if that means they'll leave you be.

    It made you respect Lord Megatron even more. His past wasn't common knowledge, but you're well aware he used to be a nobody. Some peasant that decided to push against it all and clawed his way to the top. Expertly at that. It made him feared and that was probably for a reason.

    You haven't interacted with him much. He, unlike some, - Duke Starscream - wasn't interested in fancy portraits. Which wasn't very shocking, he was a practical man, this must seem like pointless riches to him. Plus he's awfully busy, you couldn't imagine trying to find so much time in his schedule for modeling.

    Which brings you to today.

    Today is the day where you will actually paint the Lord Megatron himself and your nerves were spiraling.