Third Person Perspective

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"Knockout! Where is (Y/D/n)—" Megatron's angry cry fell silent as the femme appeared out of the corner of his optics. (Y/D/n) looked as ravishing as the first day he met her.

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"Oh!" A femme gasped, dropping her data pad on the ground after someone ran into her. She turned slightly to see a bigger mech hovering above her. "I'm sorry, am I in the way?"

"What? No, it's perfectly fine. I wasn't paying attention, my apologies." Megatronus apologized, surprised to be the one receiving an apology despite being the one at fault. The feeling of surprise continued to hit him when the femme below him giggled.

"Maybe we're both at fault in this situation then, sir. I can take a step back and you can pay a little more attention next time." She giggled, then picked up her data pad. Megatronus couldn't help but smile at the goofy little femme in front of him. "Actually, are you familiar with this arena? I need to get somewhere but these blueprints are like a maze."

"Familiar? Why I fight here, my dear. I can lead you anywhere you need to be." Megatronus hummed. The femme smiled slightly, though she seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Oh really? That's such an interesting career." (Y/D/n) commented.

"You don't like fighting?" Megatronus asked, not offended. In fact, he was surprised once more. Usually Cybertronian's of a higher class loved watching the lowest caste suffer.

"Uh not particularly. I had my fair share of violence as a sparkling and I try to avoid it. I mean no disrespect toward you though." (Y/D/n) said, hugging her data pad, making her frame appear smaller.

"I am not offended. If it's not too much to ask, what's your designation?" Megatronus asked.

"(Y/D/n). Or as some call me (initials-number). You can use either, but I need to get to the main arena if you don't mind. The last fight broke in a wall, my team has to repair it." She said, getting straight back to work. A trait which Megatronus could admire. The femme paused momentarily before looking back up to the mech. "My apologies, I forgot to return pleasantries. W-what's your designation?"

Megatronus held back a laugh. This femme was adorable. She was appealing to the optic and seemed to hold a naive amount of kindness in her spark.

"Megatronus." He answered, seeing a sparkle of realization in her (o/c) optics.

"Oh! I-I should've known that... I'm sorry." (Y/D/n) awkwardly apologized, rubbing her helm. Megatronus chuckled.

"It is alright, my dear. Allow me to lead you to the arena." Megatronus said before leading the femme to the arena.

"This coliseum is a architectural masterpiece. It's a shame a popular, illegal, deathly practice takes place here." (Y/D/n) stated processorlessly. She then froze realizing what she had just said out loud. "N-no offense..."

"Non taken. In fact, I agree with you." Megatronus hummed before the excited out into the main arena. "Here we are."

(Y/D/n) stared out into the empty land that was surrounded by seats for the fools who enjoyed such violence. She thought the building itself was wonderful, the people, on the other servo, were not. Though, Megatronus seemed to be nice.

"Thank you, Megatronus."

"No, thank you for fixing my arena. Though I'll only break it again." Megatronus commented with a shrug. The comment made (Y/D/n) giggle. Megatronus then felt nervous. "This might seem strange for a mech of a lower class to ask, but may I know your comm link?"

(Y/D/n) was caught off guard, taken aback entirely. The shocked look on her face plates then softened. She pulled it up on her data pad and faced the screen toward Megatronus.

"Of course. If you ever break something that needs fixing, I can always come make sure it's repaired properly." (Y/D/n) commented with a giggle.

"Even a broken schedule?" Megatronus asked. (Y/D/n) smiled brightly and rolled her optics. She looked back up into Megatronus' optics and replied.

"Especially, broken schedules." (Y/D/n) took a step back and began to turn. "It was lovely to meet you Megatronus. Have a nice cycle!"

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The (p/c) paint was just as beautiful and shiny as before. The (2/p/c) made a marvelous accent as always to the beautiful base color. The accents complimented her features perfectly and the happy smile on her dermas only made this surprise all the more special.

"Well? What do you think?" (Y/D/n) asked, her voice bubbly and a little nervous.

"(Y/D/n) I need to speak with you." Megatron said in a stern voice, seemingly unbothered by (Y/D/n)'s refreshed look. (Y/D/n)'s happy mood shrank and she nodded. The two left the room and silence fell between them until they were alone in the corridors. "You look lovely, my dear."

(Y/D/n)'s joy returned to her once more and she smiled brightly. Megatron looked at her optics, then her dermas, then away.

"I was thinking, since we hadn't seen each other in some time it would be best to spend some time together." Megatron said. It was a sneaky way to admit he missed her, but (Y/D/n) quickly caught on.

"I think that's a splendid idea~." (Y/D/n) agreed, a smirk now playing on her dermas. Megatron grinned and the two arrived to his berthroom. "So this is your room?"

"Indeed." Megatron replied as they entered the room, the door swiftly shutting behind them.

"It's big." Of course (Y/D/n) would be the one to make that comment. "Do you spend a lot of time in here?"

"No. But you will. Unfortunately, the other rooms have been taken by both the troops and the insecticons. I hope you don't mind." Megatron apologized for the femme. She stared momentarily at him before falling into a fit of giggles. Megatron stared at her confused.

"You hope I don't mind? You know I never minded when you had me meet you in the middle of your arena at night to cuddle! Sleeping in the same berth as you will be no different." (Y/D/n)'s bright smile was contagious, though her comment made the ex-gladiator blush.

"It's been so long, I just wanted to be sure." Megatron said after clearing his pipes. (Y/D/n) smiled and wrapped her arms around the mech.

"It's so nice to see you again... I just wish I had been by your side through all of this." She said, moving back, running her servo down his arm. "It only felt like a day, yet for you it was eons. I should have been stronger."

Megatron caught her servos and cupped them in his own. He sighed and kneeled down to equal out their height. He nuzzles his helm between her servos, still holding hers. He looked up at her with soft optics.

"No. It is I who failed you. I never should have left your side. Promise me you'll stay with me? Even at my worst?" Megatron asked, almost begged.

"I promise, Megatron." (Y/D/n) replied with a gentle smile, getting on her knees as well. "I will never leave you again."

Megatron smiled and felt his spark swoon. Only one femme could get him on his knees. His femme. His comely, humble, and kind femme, (Y/D/n). And right now. A part of him didn't mind. He wanted to succumb to this weakness and melt into the femme's spark right here. He wanted to be one with her.

He wanted to feel the joy, the pain, the sadness, the fear, everything she felt. Spark bonding would be his solution, but he didn't know. He didn't know if she loved him as he loved her. And frankly, with what he's become, he wasn't sure if she ever would.