Can I see a scenario of where IDW Megatron discovers a female crew member whom he is close friends with has a fondness for him? ((Sorry in advance if this seems like much))
He never really noticed at first how you'd smile differently at him than you did at the others. How your eyes would linger on him. He feels like an old fool for not noticing sooner. Hell if he hadn't overheard you talking to Cyclonus he still probably wouldn't know!
He feels conflicted, on the one hand he's very flattered that you feel that way, but on the other he knows what he's done to your kind and feels a deep guilt over the irreversible harm he has caused. He's also confused as to how you could be so fond of a monster that has done nothing but cause destruction and suffering. Megatron can't shake the guilt he feels on his way back to his habsuite. He also can't get the image of your soft and caring smile out of his helm.
He reaches his room and sits in his desk chair, staring at the purple painted wall in front of him. 'Why me?' He thinks to himself. There are so many good mechs on this ship and you like him? For what? He knows he has treated you civilly and even become close friends, but to fall for him? It doesn't make sense in his mind.
He remembers times where you handed him reports and your fingers would brush against his, such soft, delicate touches and it brings a shiver to his metal frame. He remembers your genuine laugh from the time he told a joke while you two had drinks in Swerve's bar and rests his helm in his servos. How could he have not known sooner? Perhaps if he had he could have avoided such a conundrum by distancing himself from you. But that thought hurts him, he doesn't want to be away from you, you're his friend, perhaps the closest friend he has on the ship. And maybe... just maybe... he realizes he feels the same way.
No. He knows he feels the same way. That's why there's so much guilt, so much conflict. His past is stained with the blood of your kind, in the blood of many organics, yet you still love him. And he loves you.
He feels he should make his feelings for you known but he is unsure when or how. Should he write you a poem? Do humans do that? He's sure they probably do since they have the ability to write and read. Maybe he should just say it to your face, after all what kind of coward can't even express how they feel to one they love?
It's him, he's the coward, he always has been! Of course he can't confess to you! He's never been good with feelings that weren't anger or pride. Foolish to think he could just walk right up and tell you how he feels. Poetry it is then. He just hopes he can convey just how much you mean to him in writing as he reaches for a datapad.
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You wake up to the sound of your alarm. You hit the snooze button and snuggle further under the blanket. You hear a knock on the door and you jolt up, "I'm awake Magnus!" You yell hopping up and rushing to the door in your pajamas. You open it, "You know the drill Mags I need to brush my teeth and get-" You pause when you see no one around, "Dressed?"
You look around but there's absolutely no one in the hall. Then you look down and notice a datapad laying at your feet. You pick it up assuming it's a worklog for today but then you read the title.
Longing.
You close the door and make your way back to bed, sitting down on it to read. You read each line carefully, a smile forming on your lips as you realize just who this is from. It's a love poem. A love confession. And the last line has your name. You feel happiness fill your heart as you jump up, still in your pajamas, and rush out your door.
You head down the hall towards Megatron's room. You don't get far before you see him walking that way too.
"Megatron!" You call out and he freezes.
He's mentally preparing himself for the worst. What if he misinterpreted your feelings? Or what if you changed your mind? Those thoughts melt away as he feels you gently hug the back of his heel.
"I got your poem," You say cheerfully, "It's beautiful! And I... I feel the same way about you."
"I... thank you." He says raising his fist to cover his smile. You let go of his pede and he turns around, laying his servo down for you crawl upon. Once you do he lifts you up.
"Wanna go to Swerve's tonight?" You ask, "Not as just friends this time?"
"I... would like that." He smiles, forgetting all doubts and fears he might have had as you smile back at him with eyes full of adoration.