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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