Them Again

Them again

redrew the shot with Predaking.

TRANSFORMERS HUSBAND POLL: ROUND 1 MATCH 18

IDW Megatron x gn cybertronian reader

Dunno what this is, but I was kinda inspired by the song Dream Sweet in Sea Major and I've been trying to write more to get me out of writing block// TW-suicide attempt

Hiding behind the corner of a nearby pillar, Megatron waited for you. You came here every night, standing by the railing of an old bridge. The bridge held its shape, untouched by war. The only signs there was anything amiss was the faint city in the distant view. The city was dark, yet restless. There were only very faint lights that could be seen illuminating outlines of abandoned buildings, the ruins that survived the war. You'd sing the same song each night, staring wistfully at where the old city meets the dark horizon.

It had become a ritual of sorts. He couldn't help it, your voice nearly put him in a trance the first time he heard you. It was a relaxing familiarity, standing there, silently listening to you sing the same tune each night. Right on time, you walk over and position yourself on the bridge, arms crossed on the railing. As per usual, you sang the same song.

Alone at the edge of the universe

humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow

As you sang, you pulled yourself onto the railing, carefully and slowly. You put one hand on a beam for support, straightening your back and standing tall over the city.

Megatron continued to watch, a pit of worry growing in his tanks. You had never done this before, this was new... and quite frankly, it was concerning. You finished singing and took a deep breath. 'This is it', you thought to yourself. Hesitating only for a moment, you lifted one foot out in front of you, letting it dangle high off the bridge.

Watching as you slowly leaned your frame's weight forward, Megatron's vents hitched. He had seen hundreds, if not thousands of bots take their lives during the war, but this time he didn't plan on watching you fall. Not when he had the chance to change your fate.

He sprung out, running over and quickly grabbing your waist as he pulled you back. You landed in his arms with a surprised yelp, frantically looking up to see who grabbed you. You saw pain flash across his anxiety stricken face as he gently held you. You recognized him, obviously, as Megatron. Everybody knew him, but the two of you had talked once or twice before about poetry at a bar. You were by no means friends, but you were accustomed to one another.

He said nothing, gently shifting down to his knees, still cradling you in his arms. Clinging to him, you wailed and sobbed as you let your broken spark grieve everything you had lost. You grieved for your friends. Your family. Your home, the life you knew, everything that could've been, but wasn't. You cried and cried, and Megatron held you the whole time.

He longed to soothe you, to heal the pain that he had indirectly caused. Knowing he couldn't do more than he already was, he continued to hold you tight, letting his em field do the talking for him. You felt his love, his sorrow, his own grief and regrets. It surrounded you, embracing you with all that it was, all that it is, all that it ever will be.

His optics told you more than words ever could, and for the first time in centuries, you didn't feel alone. You knew you'd never be alone again. Life would begin anew, you would heal, and you would grow. Not today, not tomorrow, and not the day after that or a week from now... but one day you'd be okay.

Uhhh sorry again to all the requests decomposing in my inbox, I'll get to you eventually

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Hello, for holiday fics, can i request MTMTE Bots X Reader Headcanons where its Christmas time and there's a gift exchange? Thank you!

MTMTE Bots X Reader - Gift Exchange

A/N - A-All of them?! There's… That's a lot of bots. Imma just pick a few, then if anyone wants more you can just ask me for them.

Warnings - None

Rating - T

Swerve

Swerve is far too nervous for this.

It's your first Christmas aboard the ship, and he is determined to confess his love for you. Like, he has spent every last second planning this for months.

Now that it's time though, he thinks he might purge his tanks.

What if you don't like his gift? Worse, what if you reject him? He knows you won't be mean about it, but... he doesn't want to spend his life without you. He really loves you, and nothing terrifies him more than his own feelings.

Still, here is the moment. You've given him your gift.

It was a crocheted blanket, so he'll be comfy on movie nights. When did you have time to make this? Oh wow. He presses the material to his face. It's so soft, and if he takes in some air, it smells like you. Of course it does... You've clearly spent ages making it.

Swerve hugs you and he holds on for a few seconds too long. You laugh amiably, and make a joke about being Christmas crushed.

Finally, he lets you go and bashfully presents you with his gift. It isn't wrapped very well. It must have been difficult for him, since it's relatively small. You can see where the tape has come up a few times, stripping the paper of some of its colour. All this just makes you smile more.

You tear open the gift, and it's a datapad, specially made to be human-sized. You flick on the screen and find that it's filled with music, in a specially arranged playlist.

Admittedly, Swerve doesn't know a whole lot about Earth music. He's more into TV and movies, but he knows how much you love music, so he really tried with this.

Moreover, the first word of each song creates a message, and it is a long message. It's a confession. You might have missed it, had the first word of each song not been highlighted.

You take a while to read what's written. Meanwhile, Swerve is stuck in limbo, feeling entirely sick. Part of him wants to snatch the datapad back and laugh it off like it was all a mistake or a stupid joke. Instead, he waits, trying to stop his servos from shaking by resting them on his thighs.

When you've finished reading his confession, you let your thumb glide over the first song, hitting play.

You smile, get to your feet, and approach Swerve.

"I love it," You say quietly.

Then, you kiss him.

At first, Swerve is completely taken aback. Then, his hands find their way around your back and he's holding you close, your first kiss to Nat King Cole's 'The Very Thought of You.'

Rung

Rung didn't actually want gifts. The only thing he asked for was an evening alone with you.

Normally, he's so busy with his patients, and everyone always wants time with the ship's only human, usually so they can ask you questions and place bets on what the answer will be - Rodimus is still pissed that he lost 100 shanix when you were asked what a colander was (Sufficed to say, his answer wasn't kitchen utensil for draining water).

So, that's exactly how you spend Christmas Eve with Rung. You're sat in his lap, laid back on the sofa while he reads to you from a book you chose.

His fingers gently glide over your head - You feel safe with Rung - loved - and you know that he feels the same when he's with you.

Despite that, you did get him a gift, and little do you know, he's got you one too. They will both wait for tomorrow however, as you relax into one another, with no obligation to anyone else.

The next day, you wake up atop the berth, and realise that you must have fallen asleep when Rung was reading and that he has carried you to bed.

Yet, he isn't there with you. You're just getting up when you hear him humming. Your shared hab-suite isn't like the others on the ship - it's the only one wherein the rooms are separate as if to recreate a normal Earth apartment.

So, upon getting up to explore, you find Rung in the kitchen - He's never been in here before, except when he's looking for you.

This is his gift and his surprise. He knows how much time you always put into cooking, and unfortunately, there's nobody else who could ever cook for you, which he has been led to believe is a normal part of human relationships and something most humans are grateful for.

It took a while to research the recipes, and even more time to find out what ingredients could be substituted. Moreover, Rung has spent months practising this, between meetings, and now, he's rather good at it - he always was good at following instructions and handling delicate objects.

So, your Christmas brunch is courtesy of Rung, and you make sure to tell him how delicious everything is, kissing him afterwards so he might get a taste of the wonderful meal he's made as his arms wrap around you and he presses you against the dining table.

Later, after a long, and frankly heated make-out session, you present him with his gift. It's a model ship of the only one missing from his collection - the Lost Light itself. His eyes light up when he sees it, all ready to be put together.

That afternoon, the two of you sit together and start building the miniature, all while listening to Christmas music which plays serenely in the background.

Megatron

Megatron is staring at you quite intensely. If you weren't used to him, you might think he was glaring at you.

Still, you feel like you might have done something wrong or that he hates your gift to him. It was after all, rather personal, and Megatron isn't a huge fan of PDA.

The gift in question was a song. As it turned out, Nautica was something of a musical prodigy, so with her help, you had written a song about Megatron - She had composed the tune, while you wrote the lyrics.

You assumed that by involving another bot, Megatron felt exposed; it was entirely possible that he didn't like the idea of someone else singing about him or your relationship with him.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

The truth of the matter was that Megatron loved the song. You had poured your very soul into it, and it was so much more than he could have asked for.

... And in return, he had gotten you a gift basket. Soaps, shampoos, lotions - His research had led him to believe this was the social norm on Earth. He couldn't give you that now!

How would that look? You had given him a piece of your soul, and he got you L'oriel "because you're worth it."

No. It wasn't good enough.

"Excuse me a moment, I need to retrieve something from my hab-suite," Megatron said coolly, before leaving you.

You deflated, feeling that all was lost, especially since Megatron took a good thirty minutes to return.

Yet, when he came back, he held out a datapad for you, mumbling an apology that it wasn't wrapped.

You swallowed nervously when he wouldn't meet your eye, and then you took the present reverently.

You flicked on the screen and found it open in a folder - "(Y/N)'s Poetry."

There were well over a hundred entries, all of them dedicated to you.

'The Radiance of a Smile', 'Promises of Forever', and 'Forgiveness of the Past', were just a few at the top of the list. Even more surprising was the fact that a great many of them were written before the two of you began dating. When you looked at the earlier entries, you saw how Megatron's feelings towards you had come about and evolved into something more.

You were speechless, yet on your face, Megatron was pleased to see that you knew how he felt for you, and that your love for him was just as much of a weight, though it was one you were glad to bear.