Transformers One Shots (HIATUS)

Mtmte!Megatron x Human!reader

Megatron wished that he had fallen in love with anyone else. Why did it have to be a human? Of all the organics he had tormented the most, he had to fall in love with one.

He never told you though. He couldn't bring himself to do it. You were one of the sweetest beings he had ever gotten to know. You helped where you could, you told many stories and you were even a bartender at the bar, delivering drinks that you could carry.

Some of the 'bots in the bar, only wanted you to deliver their drinks, which made profit boom for Swerve. Megatron wanted to be one of those patrons that got their drinks delivered by you, but he never even stepped a pede in the bar anyway.

Instead he stood a distance away, looking at you whenever you were with them at meeting. Rodimus almost always included you in the meetings since they needed your input.

But the thing he charised most about you was your letters. You had taken it to yourself to write to all the bots you had gotten to know. He had gotten three personal letters already, which he charised with his whole spark.

When he had thanked you, he kept it professional even though he wanted to kiss all over you, but he didn't. One thing worried him though. Even though you wrote letters to those you knew, you were almost never seen unless you were on duty in the bar or were at a meeting.

But even at meetings you were quiet and stayed in the dark. No one knew why, though no one really cared either. You do you. But Megatron was worried. He knew what it could mean when a human was so sunken into themselves.

He had gone to Rung, where he had asked about your state. He knew that it wasn't very professional, but he just needed to make sure that you were okay. Rung, of course, had told Megatron that he couldn't reveal anything.

Megatron walked back towards his habsuite after, defeated. He wanted to help you, but he didn't know what was wrong, and he was scared to ask what was wrong.

The great Megatron, scared of some feelings. He smiled. He finally realised where he was. Your habsuite. He vented, almost like taking a deep breath. He knocked on the door at first, calling your name. He quickly opened the door however when he heard a crash, afraid you had gotten hurt.

::: Your habsuite : Five minutes before Megatron's arrival :::

Your day had been the worst. First you had spilled drinks everywhere when Tailgate had asked for one that was quite bigger than what you had expected. Then when you had cleaned, one of the 'bots that didn't like you, began to torment you.

Whirl had come to your rescue, beating up the guy. Even if you tried to stop him. Then once he was done, he had been thrown in the brig by Magnus, and you had been told to make a report about the incident.

And Magnus knew how much you hated making reports. That got you to your current situation, sitting in front of the computer, and empty document staring at your face, mocking your lack of writing.

Your rage finally boiled over, making you stand up. You walked over to the bookshelf wanting to find a good book to read. But when you had picked up the book, you ripped it apart.

You could no longer control your anger. And before you realized it, the book was in front of you, on the ground, in flames. Blue flames. You stamped on it many times, rage continuing to boil.

Fire continued to surround you, catching the books on fire. After the stamping you began to calm down. Taking in deep breaths, the warmth of the fire, calming you as well.

You quickly turned around, knocking into the burning bookshelf when you heard a knock on the door. A giant crash sounded throughout the room, and then you were laying on the burning bookshelf, with a worried Megatron running for you.

"Y/N!" He hurried over and picked you out of the blue flames, trying to turn off the ones that had caught onto your clothes. Though when they didn't seem to go out he just hurried out and to the medbay.

Many gave him weird glances when they saw you in his giant palms, still branding the blue fire on your clothes. "Ratchet! First Aid! Velocity! Someone!" Megatron burst through the medbay doors, scaring a poor Velocity.

Ratchet just turned around, looking at the two of you. "I need help! Y/N's on fire and I can't seem to-!" He didn't finish as he held you up for them to see. You were no longer covered in blue flames as you had finally gotten over the shock of being manhandled like that.

Not even your clothes were damaged. "What? But you were just-?" Ratchet vented, walking over to you and picking you out of Megatron's servos. "They're fine." You nodded your head, looking at Megatron.

"Yeah! And my clothes are fire proof incase they would ever catch on fire." Megatron stood in the middle of the doorway, stunned and shocked. "What about the bookshelf?"

Ratchet gave you a stern look, as you rubbed your neck sheepishly. "Most of the books are probably burnt, but it's put out already, don't worry." Megatron vented, though still confused and shocked, he was happy that you were okay.

"That's good to hear."