Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Last Endings For My Worse Enemy (Megatron X Femme Reader X Optimus)

A/N: Anna here speaking. I actually am serious on giving this a bad ending for Megatron, but I saw many of you wanting to give this gracious Decepticon leader of ours a happy one, so I'll compromise...

1 bad ending, 1 somewhat good ending.

After making the Megs fans sad, I'm targeting Ultra Magnus lmao. His fanfic 'Second, Always' has been on my mind and honestly, I'm thinking of giving him a good ending too, but we'll see.

The SGs well...I'll give the team proper introduction alongside with the rest of the team. I realized I put off the designated characterization for wayyy too long (no thanks to Wheeljack, lmao)

Other than that, enjoy this fanfic.

TW: Angst. Death? Heavy angst. :D Maybe gore, idk. :D

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Continuing from the Part 4(before the multiple ending chapter)...

The mute femme stared at the two Cons incredulously. (Y/N) (L/N) feared for her life, that much she knew. Every ounce of her very being begged her to run, to get away from these monsters. Alarms blared with each second goes by the longer she stayed still in her spot, but for Primus's sake, the poor femme could not get her fragging peds to move.

'MOVE MOVE MOVE-DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING.'

Your mind screamed, but you could not get up. You were a deer staring at the headlights.

'Please please please-MOVE, DAMN IT!'

Your dermas opened and closed as you continue your staring session with the warlord and his trusted co-worker. As you can clearly see, our poor main character was absolutely, without a doubt, FRIGHTFUL of them.

"(Y/N) ...W-We won't hurt you. We swear! Cross our sparks..." Megatron choked back a sob as he shakily reached out to you.

The mech had all but knelt, not daring to even show any signs of intimidation to his precious love. His dull, scarred servos were trembling with fear, as if touching you was a taboo. He wanted to do more, but the silver gladiator knew more than to push his boundaries.

After all, seeing you alive was a gift Megatron dreamt for eons.

: Stay away f-from me, I beg of you...:

Long, slender digits came close to your faceplate, and you snapped your optics shut, bracing for the worse.

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Soft, almost none-existing pressure lingered on your cheeks for what seemed like a brief moment. Opening your eyes, you were met with a visored mech...and his trusty flying pet. The little one was perched on the mech's crownpiece, and it made the mech seemed...adorable. The silent warrior took Laserbeak and held it in front of you.

...An act of offering you to make himself less scary, perhaps?

You could only offer a lesser wide-optic stare, to which Soundwave took it as a good sign.

"My name is Soundwave. This is Laserbeak. You liked it a lot, and Laserbeaks shared the same feelings." Soundwave whispered raspily.

He hated using his voice as it reminded him of his failure, his tainted history. Ironically, you loved hearing his raspy tones. You chided him when he preferred conversing using his visor than to talk to you. You told the communication specialist that he had a great voice, and Soundwave took great pride in it.