Megatron x Femme Reader

Based in Transformers: Prime

I loved writing this. Maybe a bit to much...
-Not a request-
*Art Not Mine*

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     (Y/D) hummed, swinging her pedes at the edge of the Nemesis, her home for many eons. The only femme since Arachnid disappeared, she had to hold her ground among the Decepticons since they left their planet of Cybertron. She missed it dearly but the never ending adventures she always found on Earth left her far less than bored. She rarely earned a moment of tranquility, so she buried herself deeply in the silence with only one other to disturb it, but he rarely did.

     Megatron stood brooding over the sky, only clouds rolling by his vision. The femme by his pede had so easily sat down in silence. She loved the sky as he did, but what kept him silent was her company. She was well known to him, and tolerated for many an eon. (Y/D) was one of the few who dared to be so bold as to linger in his presence. He wondered why he allowed it, but he didn't wonder long. For years she had been a constant presence among his ranks. At first a shadow, then the occasional mission when he'd see her designation flit by his optics. She became knowledgeable and trustworthy, rising through Megatron's ranks at a leisurely pace. She never seemed to be in any sort of hurry throughout her time amongst the Decepticons.

         "What do we think of today, my lord?" The femme fiddled with her digits, neither sharp nor dull, but they glittered with the rest of her form as the sun broke through a space of cloud.

     She was so unafraid, yet respectful, holding only curiosity in her tone. It was not the first time their paths had crossed since she was deemed worthy enough to join what was left of the Decepticon ranks onto the Nemesis, but the idea that Megatron gravitated toward her quiet company baffled the war lord. She was nothing special, merely did her job. There was no tragic past that made her so gentle around her lord and master, she faced no monster fiercer than he and had no upbringing that forced her to be kind to all. Her presence had always been tolerable because of her personality, however, even when she lingered unnecessarily.

         "As Starscream has returned, he has taken claim to the halls of the warship once again," Megatron grumbled, arms folded as he continued to stare at the blank, cloud filled horizon, "He is a nuisance, but a useful pawn."

     The femme chuckled, picking at a pebble wedged in her armor.

         "Yes, he's always been a bit showoff-ish, strutting around like a peafowl. I'm sure he'll be all the worse now that he's found favor in your optics once more."

         "Until he proves himself useless or a traitor once again," Megatron growled, the wind whipping his words ahead of him, barely caught by the femme's audio. (Y/D) extended a servo over the edge of the Nemesis before dropping the pebble she had been fishing for. Megatron hoped it dropped on some unsuspecting human's tiny, crushable head.

         "He will prove his traitorous streak has vanished, my lord." Megatron would have huffed at her statement, but he was to busy  hanging onto every word that spilled from her derma. She so easily caught his attention with her voice, a seldom heard pleasure that made the tense atmosphere melt even when the mighty Megatron preferred to brood.

         "My lord?" 

     Realizing he had been staring at the femme, Megatron blinked, looking back at the clouds before growling and whipping around to stomp back. He heard the delicate pedes stand behind him as he left, wishing to see her expression. Was (Y/D) hurt by his sudden actions of simply deserting her? Was she curious as to why he left her or did she care at all? He wasn't sure and he was damned if he turned to find out. 

     The war lord chose a path to his berthroom, though not without catching sight of Starscream. His Second in Command held his usual pompous atmosphere, striding down the halls. He was likely to check on the Predacon by his direction. The lanky mech paused a moment, probably feeling Megatron's crimson stare. The Seeker didn't bother to turn around, however, only continuing on with his errand. 

         It wasn't fair.

     To have to watch his back every other second just to make sure no traitor was going to stab him in the back. Starscream had made the powerful mech paranoid, and his spark calling for the last femme among the Decepticons did not help Megatron whatsoever. He wanted her, craved the femme and yet if Starscream were to know of this one weakness, would the mech decide to bring his traitorous attributes back in full? The idea- scared him.

     The mighty Megatron, scared of losing something he could not have in the first place? Well, it's not that he couldn't have her. If he so desired, he could have the femme whether she wanted him or not. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. It's that he wouldn't allow himself to have her. He had a duty as the Decepticon leader, a distraction like (Y/D) would not do well for him nor his purpose.

         But not keeping her by his side drove him mad. He wanted her smell to be beside him, her very aura to wash over him as he stared into her beautiful optics. He wanted to caress the edges of her derma, and watch her melt beneath his touch and crimson stare. His sparked ached for her presence and stabbed at him within his chassis when he tore that pleasure away from himself.

         "My lord?" The grating sound of Starscream made the leader growl and glare behind him. Megatron failed to realize he had stumbled into the wall as the thought of (Y/D) made him weak, his spark thrumming strongly in his chassis and paining him. 

         "What is it?" He straightened, looming over the Seeker, whose curious stare turned frightened as he shrank.

         "I- you were leaning against the wall, I assumed you were in need of aid." The smaller mech stumbled over his words.

         "You will do well to mind your own business, Starscream. I suggest you continue with your errand you have obviously strayed from."

     The Seeker nodded and left in a hurry. Megatron growled once he was out of sight. This would not do.

         :(Y/D), report to me immediately.:

     The femme entered the control room of the Nemesis, nodding to Soundwave before bowing to Megatron. He ordered for her to rise before taking her roughly by the arm, startling the femme. The war lord knew he would regret what he was about to do, but he had little choice. He nodded to Soundwave, who opened a groundbridge, and Megatron stepped through, nearly dragging (Y/D) with him as she tried not to struggle against his iron grip. He threw her into the sands as the groundbridge closed behind them.

         "M-my lord-" (Y/D) scurried away from him, staring wide-opticced at who could potentially be her murderer. "What have I done? Tell me, please, I am unaware of my offense to you."

     Megatron growled, pointing his canon at the femme as it warmed, and she squeezed her optics shut, awaiting her end. The sound of his charging canon halted, however. She dared to peek, seeing his scowl he held earlier.

         "You have allowed my spark to believe it can love again," he stated bluntly, "and for that I should offline you right here and now to keep you from being anyone else's." It was a rather unorthodox confession, and harsh to hear he would so easily offline the femme so no one could have her, even her memory, but the femme was star-struck nonetheless as her intake fell slack. "However, my spark tortures me with the pain of losing you, even to my own hand. Therefore, I am releasing you to the Autobots."

         "No- my lord please- I would rather offline by your hand than an Autobots. They will surely kill me! I am as you are, a Decepticon!" She lifted herself to her knees pleadingly.

         "And that, I will not forget," Megatron stated flatly, a groundbridge appearing behind him once more.

         "Will my own confession not sway your decision?" Her optics brimmed with lubricant, making them glitter enticingly. Megatron wanted nothing more but to scoop her up in his arms and shut themselves in his berthroom to keep her all to himself. 

         "I have already made my choice. Only when I win this war will I come back for you, when I feel you are not threatened by my position as Decepticon leader." He turned, leaving a weeping femme behind in the desert. 

     (Y/D) stood, blinking through lubricants as she stared at the empty space that once harbored the Decepticon groundbirdge. She placed a digit to her audio, activating the comm-link.

         :(Y/D) to Optimus Prime. I have been rejected by the Decepticon faction. I require a pick up.:

     She was welcomed with open arms, for their spy had come back unharmed after so long of no contact. Optimus had ordered radio silence when the Decepticons arrived on Earth, in fear that Soundwave would detect the femme's activity in such close quarters. She stepped through the groundbirdge with far from a happy expression however.

         "How well did your position on the Nemesis fare regarding information?" Optimus asked her hopefully. They needed anything she could offer at the moment with nothing but the Decepticon activity to tell them what the menace was up to.

         "Well," she answered, staring at the ground and holding the arm Megatron had gripped so harshly as more lubricant threatened to spill, "to well."

     The worst case scenarios popped up from everyone. Ratchet examined her for injuries, only finding her arm had a small abrasion and the armor had caved from the pressure of Megatron's grip. The others of the team whispered amongst themselves, but Arcee was the only one brave enough to suggest their comrade had been sparked. A rare occurrence but not entirely impossible given if the two being's systems were compatible. With this in mind, Ratchet tried to scan the new femme for a growth, but she pushed the medic away.

     All were vexed, assuming she had endured some other horror before being released. Ratchet was still determined to scan her for a spark growth, but Optimus suggested they let her adjust to the new atmosphere. She had been on the Nemesis for so long, the poor femme may have forgotten what caring for others looked like or felt like, so was most likely overwhelmed. 

     It was far from it, and only (Y/D) knew. When night fell, and even Ratchet gave in to recharge, the femme lifted herself from the medical berth, creeping outside and hiding from even the human's eyes. She stared up at the sky, hoping to see a glimpse of the star-lit silver she had come to adore despite her faction and despite herself. 

         "For once," she whispered to the sky, "I pray to Primus you win."

     Then the day came, and the Decepticons felt their bitter defeat. (Y/D) stood at the edge of the Well of Allsparks, Optimus standing beside her. He was about to sacrifice himself for the betterment of Cybertron, for it's rebuilding and continued life, and she would not be there to see it.

         "The war is over, (Y/D)," the Prime placed a heavy servo on her shoulder, "You do not have to leave. There are no sides to take."

         "I am a traitor, Optimus Prime," she stated bitterly, "To the Autobots, to the Decepticons and to my own spark. You know better than the others, you know it was me who screamed when Megatron's spark was impaled by Bumblebee. I loved a monster, Prime. You have no idea how much I wished Arcee's guess could have been true when she suggested he had-" 

     (Y/D)'s sobs made the Prime frown deeply. This outcome was the most unexpected, and the most torturous for him to see happen to one of his own team. (Y/D) did nothing to deserve this torture. Megatron had not even remained on Cybertron for the one he had also come to love. He had exiled himself.

         "You do not have to exile yourself as he did," Optimus told her.

         "My spark yearns for him, Optimus," the delicate femme murmured, "I cannot ignore it any longer." She looked up to her leader, offering a servo, of which he shook, before tearing the Autobot insignias from her form and taking off into the sky to find her mech, her leader, lover and hopefully, one day, sparkmate.