Transformers Prime X Reader Oneshots/Lemons [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Help Unwanted (Megatron x Femme Reader) OS

A/N: This story ended up being waaay long than I anticipated. I'm pretty sure I'll do a second part to this, but for now here's a long ass story to make up for lost time.

Description - You are an Autobot who crossed paths with the leader of the Decepticons who was badly injured. Despite your differences, you did what you thought was right. 

A shame fell upon the fallen leader as he laid helplessly on the dirt that covered this wretched planet. Writhing in pain, his spark was also filled with the seething anger for his second in command, Starscream, who betrayed him. He was ambushed by his own, a squadron that chose to follow the same act of treason and abed to the seeker's mindless intentions to overthrow his leader's power and overtake the throne. 

"Curse you, pathetic coward", the wounded gladiator growled under his wavering breath. A sharp pain shot through his chassis as he coughed up his own energon, staining the earth with the blood of Unicron. He had been shot multiple times in the chest. The attackers clearly focused on one area in hopes to increase the chance of terminating the warlord, but not even they thought he could of survived the mass of destruction they inflicted. 

The pain was barely tolerable. Pistons ached, his helm was throbbing due to the shock from the damage and every time he moved, what little strength he was left with wanted to give out, leaving him shaking. Just because his body wanted to give up, his mind and will power ceased to follow. His pride wouldn't allow it. 

Megatron struggled to move from the ground. The gravity and pain were fighting against him. He felt that if he didn't accomplish the means to sit up, the ground beneath him would swallow him up. Grunting fiercely, he managed to push himself up with his arms, being met with another wave of pain receding from the affected area. However he bit back the pain, and focused more on the space around him. 

His memory was faint, only because he had been so disoriented during the attack and he had fallen unconscious soon after. The silver mech still couldn't absorb the fact that Starscream and a squadron weaker than him could defeat him. Granted he was completely taken off guard, but that didn't change the fact that he had lost. Now he was stranded, with only himself to blame. He knew he should off terminated Starscream when he had the chance. The seeker was just as power hungry as himself, if not more. 

Despite his situation, he still had the means to contact his most trusted lieutenant in hopes that he could save him from this misery, no matter how pathetic that sounded. 

"Soundwave, aah! Come in Soundwave", he called over his coms. He hadn't noticed how painful it would be to speak through his vocalizer. The vibrations only irritated his core all the more. His efforts however failed to grant a response.

"Soundwave!", he called again, a little more desperately this time. All he could hear on the receiving end was distortion and fuzz. He should of known it would be this way. Starscream must of sabotaged his com links somehow. The more disappointments he faced the more his seething anger for the seeker grew. He wanted to forget thinking about the deterioration his body was facing and focus more on returning the same punishment on his second in command. One thing that did manage to come to his attention was a growing sound in the distance. 

Megatron's optics lit up in alert and turned towards the sound. The forest was thick and he could barely see the sky. He only hoped that it was Soundwave and somehow his message got through. Knowing Soundwave, he could pinpoint the location of a signal anywhere on Earth. But there was also that lingering fear that it was someone else, someone like the returning threat of those who betrayed him or Starscream himself returning to finish him. Neither of those were true.