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TFP Megatron x human!reader

Third person/bot pov:

        Down through the darkness of the decepticon warship,  the Nemesis, down twisting hallways, through secret nooks and stops frequented by bots with this and that to hide. Past the entrance to the energon bar, where many a bot would go for a long- yearned for drink. All the way to the bridge. Mechs stood at various computer terminals, typing away in cybertronian. One mech in particular, watches all that goes on in the ship. But the most interesting thing is already on the bridge. The mighty warlord of the decepticons, Megatron, stands gazing out at the horizon...and on his shoulder sits a small, some mech would say, {cough* Starscream*cough}, a ridiculously frail fleshy...or human. That human was (y/n). 

      An almost imperceptible sigh escaped through the lips of said human, as they snuggled closer against the neckplates of the warlord. His lip-plates twitched with the ghost of a smile as Megatron struggled to maintain his imposing warlike demener in front of the troops. 

       A feeling of love washing over the two extraordinarily different individuals. For the two to meet must have surely been fate, or quite the impossible accident. 

..................flashback............................

        The hot wind blew (y/n)'s hair into their face. Slightly annoyed, they tsk'ed and moved a hand to pull it out of their eyes for yet the 50th time that day. 

          The young (m/f) had decided to go for a walk outside of their home, Jasper, Nevada.  They had enjoyed a pretty uneventful walk, climbing to the top of a mountainous butte. Having training in climbing helped. 

           The reason for this little adventure was a newly growing passion for astrology, which had begun to take root within their heart. This was the perfect place to watch the stars in their constant celestial dance. But a more strange and certainly loud spectacle was about to take place. For our poor, unfortunate reader was stood on top of a very large energy deposit. 

Readers Pov:

         I took huge, air guzzling, gulping gasps, trying to repay the oxygen dept I had built up during my climb. The rucksack on my back seemingly increasing in weight with every passing moment.  

        Just as I'm about to set up my telescope, a sudden commotion starts up below me. Creepy my towards the edge I peek over to see...'no...I'm dreaming...I must be!' 

         Giant robots!...Fighting. There's earthbound ones and one particularly tall skinny one that jumps, changing into a jet! 

       'this is one weird dream'. 

       The jet-robot flies for the cliff, sending to missiles to its base and....'wait...missiles!!!'

         The resounding thwump is accompanied by tremors. The robots seemed unhindered but to me they were like earthquakes. The rocks beneath my hand gave way, I pitched forward. Ragged, panicked gasps escaping my mouth as I furiously scrabbled for purchase. the weight of my rucksack was to much to bear, I pitched forward and felt the ground leave me as o tumbled head over heels off the edge of a cliff. 

       This was the first time I survived an impossible situation, nor would it be my last. 

         Harsh screams tore at my throat as I fell. Only to land on a hard, travelling object. The one and only Megatron. He had been flying by the cliffs edge...conveniently for me. He went into a sharp banked dive, I was left behind becomingweightless once again. Not for long. My backpack straps caught on an outjutting rock. Only to tear immediately. However it slowed my momentum enough for my next stop not to be fatal...although I think I probably suffered mild whiplash. I was caught in the protective servos of one certain yellow scout, who had noticed my predicament. Not for long. Once safely set down...I was snatched up once again by the sharp digited servos of a cherry Red mech.