Drabble to keep yall fed
I’m listening to Please, Please, Please, let me get what I want by the smiths
And I’m just thinking about Megatron and reader aboard the lost light, in an observatory wing. Slow dancing to this specific song. Rodimus trying to find them both and seeing them, quickly hiding but finding it bittersweet in a way.
A mech who finds himself war torn, a tyrant at that. And his organic love. The irony would be lost on nobody. But Megatron doesn’t seem to care. Rodimus manages to record it, and sends it to Optimus the next evening during a weekly check in.
“He seemed so calm. So happy.” As his processors flick over the memory. A warlord, now a gentle giant. Mass displaced freely and dancing with his partner.
The reader’s company making him forget he’s on death row, that he’s doomed to die.
And how much his spark aches to have been better for them.
UGHHHHHH
I am UNWELL okay I’m crying over this