Transformers x Reader

Megatron x Reader

"Hey, over there!"

Curling even deeper into myself, I let out a low growl as pedesteps prod closer.
Feeling a hesitant nudge against my extremely armored backstruts, I twitch, grinning into the wall as a crash sounds behind me.
Twisting around, my optics flare a piercing red as I glare down at the fallen bot, glancing back to see other identical mechs slowly enter the cavern.

"Leave immediately, or perish."

Growls lacing my vocal systems, I peer through the crowd, only spotting a cherry red mech among the group of drones.
Glaring down at the fallen mech, I quirk an optic ridge as my sight lands on the Decepticon symbol.

"Hm. Decepticons? Oh my, wonderful-tell me, does Megatronus still rule over your kind? I'm sure the scrapling would love to hear I am still online~"

Gripping tighter onto a sharp bundle in my servos, I turn around, placing the squirming mass behind me, extended armor easily folding around it as I stride forward.
Ignoring the weapons of the drones, I shove past, servos clenched as I come to the small red mech.
Powerful frame casting a dark shadow over his own, I lean down, red optics piercing into his own.

"Take me to him."

Silent, his optics glance behind me, softening in relief as a smirk begins yo form on his faceplate.
Crouching, air rushes past me as the fallen blue mech accidentally tackles his partner, both crashing onto the ground.
Extending from my servo, I toss up a jagged javelin as I aim the venomous edge to slit across the faceplate of the blue mech.
Digging my pede into the chestplate of the red mech, I growl once again.

"Take. Me. To. Him!"

Watching as both look behind me, I let out a struggled shout as plasma blasts against my backstruts, a small squeal resulting from inside the armor.
Letting out an animalistic roar of anger, I spin around, lunging my javelin forward, grinning deviously as it decapitates a brave drone.
Falling, from behind the group of huddled drones, a tall grey frame shoves past the mass, familiar red optics burning in fury.

"Hello, Megatronus."

Restrained growls coming from him, he steps over the fallen drone, declining his helm slightly to peer at me.

"It is Megatron now, (Y/N)!"

Snorting, I lean down, ripping the javelin free from the drone's helm, restricting back into my servo. Dusting my servos off, I glare upwards, sharp optic ridges furrowed.

"Well, Megatron. After years of travel I have finally found you on this idiotic rock. Let me show you something, you dirtied scrap-"

Rolling from an angered hit, I reach behind me, armor unfolding as I throw the hidden mass in front of me.
Attacks freezing, his optics widen in shock, before narrowing.

"Here, you happy now? You're precious little sparkling has arrived! This scraplet has practically offlined me more than once, tell me Megatron, is this worth it? Do you feel utterly complete now that you have a mechling? Was it worth it to terminate the femmeling, just so that you could have 'strong' offspring?"

Frowning as the sparkling untucks itself from my servos, small chirps come from him, his small grey helm tilts in happiness as he grips onto my chassis. Returning his calls with a grim whirr, I glance back up, voice dripping with venom as I place the sparkling back behind me.

"I'll let you know that the femmelings survived, despite your attempts to dispose of them. They are on my spacecraft at this very moment, training in order to overthrow their wretched sire!"

Smirking, I dodge a kick, leaping over the group of drones as they begin to fire towards me.
Rolling from a frenzied kick, I sprint around the drones, grinning as I slide around the corner, skidding on the ground as I regain my speed.
Hearing thunderous pedes behind me, I lower my helm, pushing on as a shot grazes my shoulderplate.
Barely wincing as my target comes into view, I burst into the new room, the flight-deck.
Reaching the edge, I smirk as I turn around, optics glittering a bloodthristy red as the backs of my pedes hang off the edge.
Lifting my servo in an exaggerated goodbye, his servo clenches where my helm once was as I fall backwards.
Freefalling for only a short moment, I'm caught by a steel gray airship, rumbling in quiet happiness as an almost identical flyer resides behind it.
Patting the transformer below me, I beam with pride as I lift my helm to look at the now-fading structure of the Nemesis.

"Your faction will crumble by my own servos!"