New Beginnings: Revisiting
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Solars IDW Series: TF!IDW!MTMTE!Deadlock/Drift x Cybertronian!GN!Reader
Introduction Other Series
Part One, Part Three, Part Four
Important Notes: This chapter is a little shorter than the last part, for this one I wanted to set up more scenes for reader with a few characters and plot points. The next one will have smut but this part will only have a few suggestive scenes here. This part is more story driven. The next chapter though will be very, very long so look out for that. Hope you all are able to enjoy this chapter and see you in the comments and next one.
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Contents/TW: 18+, a few ships, Megatron x Reader, Death, Blood and Gore, Suggestive Themes, Wholesome Sparkling Moments, Several Time Jumps, Healthy Side of Deadlock x Reader Relationship For Now, Bit of Reader Lore, More Coming Soon, Shorter Chapter (Kinda), SA, Forced Relationship.
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—-----------------------Flashback: Over Millions Years Ago—
Today was like any other. Things were peaceful and quiet for the Library of Iacon. Alpha Trion, a secret Prime, writes in his book in his private office. You were working as a data clerk today making sure things remained peaceful and put together. Currently walking by one of the book shelves putting the correct data records at their respective spots. Everything was calm and quiet.
A smile on your dermas, one that others would say was common for you. But really it was a habit you learned to accept over time for yourself. In the library, other Cybertronians walk by in search of history and information for their own reasons. You hummed quietly to yourself without making too much noise through the narrowed halls between the large shelves.. Pushing a cart full of data pads while the evening carried on around sundown.
That is until you heard a noise. A chuckle and faint speaking back over at the front of the library. Peaking past a bookshelf, you see your fellow librarian friend Orion Pax and Damus.
Who mainly worked as an engineer for the city and sometimes Kaon. The two currently being bullied by two taller Cybertronians of the high guard. Getting teased at for both being smaller and having attractive figures to them (And in overall Cybertronian attractiveness). Damus being the only one trying to fight back, Orion tries his best to calm down the situation.
Both Orions cervos holding Damus to try to calm him down.
Damus on the other cervo was pointing his digit at one of the taller Cybertronians chassis as high up as he can reach while he scolds her. The femme only smirked at his non threatening words. Meanwhile the other Cybertronian, a mech who was also a racer for the Iacon races. Kept staring at both Damus and Orion with a small smirk. Teasingly poking at Orions side or trying to get his attention while messing with him. Orion clearly uncomfortable trying to stay close to Damus.
Other Cybertronians seeming to not pass them any mind, though for you that was different. “Not again.” You’d sigh to yourself in a quiet voice. Stepping away from the cart to make your way over to the four near the front desk. Adjusting your metal cuffs at your wrist and flexing your fist open and closed during your path to them.
“Come on shorty, let us help you release some of that tension-” The mech spoke, voice deep voice. Close to Orions audio sensors.
His cervos now gripping Orions lower waist pulling him closer away from Damus. Orion didn’t let go of Damus arm even from the sudden rough tug. Orion looks at the mech nervous with a blush but also a bit frightened. The mech able to pull him a bit too rough causing Damus to finally notice, and Orions pedes to lift off the floor a moment. Damus turned quickly towards the mech still holding Orion, but when Damus was about to punch the mech off Orion the femme grabbed his arm.
“For someone without an intake, brat taming you will be a lot harder.” She pulls him closer, her tone with disgustingly flirty. Though her comment was just plain disgusting. Orion and Damus both looked at her in disgust for it.
“But I can work with that.”
She added with a smirk. Both the mech and femme chuckled to themself from her comment. That is until the mech is suddenly punched at the side of his faceplate. The larger mech flying into the front desk. Making the desk tip back with him with only his legs dangled over the side now with him on his back.
The femme looks back at you.
Her cervos letting go of Damus without really realizing it. Giving Damus the chance to gently grab Orion by his arms, moving himself and Orion out of the way between you and the femme. You, casually flexing your digits wiring from the punch. Turn your helm towards the femme now with a casual and slow step towards her. Your expression calm with your smile on.
“So sorry, my cervo just slipped, silly me….But since I’m here. Maybe you can tell me what exactly you thought you two were going to be able to get away with, this time?”
Your tilt your helm. Your tone was smooth and low but you didn’t bother to whisper. Not now at least giving the loud ruckus you created with that mech. Knowing full well others will be listening in to the little scene at the front library. The femme doesn’t step back, but she does look upset by your action. Annoyed really.
“Come on now, we were just hanging out-”
“Tsk tsk tsk, Hanging out. That’s totally fine don’t get me wrong. But touching one of Iacons most secure and precious librarians is against Library rules. Especially in the Iacon Library itself. Not to mention not using your inside voices is also a no no. Not to worry. I can correct your little mistakes. After all, you’re only getting a pass because, ha. I’m not using my inside voice.”
A small Cybertronian, around preteen age, peaks their helm from behind a shelf. Watching the whole ordeal with a data pad looking large in their little cervo.
Their creators together peek their helm out to watch out, being just a nosey rather than scolding their sparkling. Not long after though the femme was thrown past them into the cart. Though she kept rolling on the ground before finally bumping into a book shelf between tables where other Cybertronians were. A few trying to hide their laughs. While you dusted your cervos as if they were dirty. Only to be hit on the back of your helm.
“You shouldn’t do that! Alpha Trion will get upset and we might get fired!” Orion scolded you. Damus behind him with a cervo on his shoulder trying to calm him.
But Orion wasn’t backing out.
“Things can be better cervoed with peace!” Orion continued. Only for you to gently grab his wrists to stop him from hitting your chassis. The three of you being around the same height. “Orion relax, he knows how I Cervoed..’Rule Breakers’. Besides they’re fiiine/” You stated in a more relaxing tone.
Trying your best not to smile too much with Orions pouty expression, trying his best to be serious expression. He was very mad at you, but his faceplate is just so adorable it’s hard not to call him cute.
Damus though didn’t care. “You should throw them out. They only ever come just to bother us.” He stated firmly. Causing him to get a glare from Orion too. Taking his word, you looked back at the two with a smirk. Orion rolls his optics annoyed. Damus gently patting Orions shoulderplate in both comfort and pity. Knowing that Orion knew he couldn't stop you. Outside Cybertronians are seen walking by and speaking to one another.
One leaning against the wall eating some form of candy is seen casually looking up at the sky. Deadlock.
That is until he sees two Cybertronians fly out the doors from inside. Hearing their screams from being thrown so easily. The femme landed on her faceplate and the mech landing on top of her back. The Cybertronian, a mech whistled both impressed but also amused.
Not long after Damus is seen walking out. Speaking as he walked over up the legs of the mech on top to stand with his weight on them both. Though not that he was too heavy or anything on them. Standing on top easily. “Good lunch Orion, let's do this again another time? Maybe we’d fight more Elite Guards.” The mechs teased in an almost cocky tone. You and Orion walk out together listening to him.
Orion hugging himself still pouty about what you did. You on the other cervo had a smile on your dermas watching Damus. “Us? You mean while I do the fighting and you eat my energon lunch.” You teased him. You and Damus laughing together.
Orion just shakes his helm.
Damus leaves not long after to return for his job. You and Orion watch him walk away before he transforms into some form of Cybertronian Air Craft. Helming off to the sky for faster transportation. You turn back towards Orion, who just seemed disappointed while looking down. You place your cervo on his shoulder plate.
“Sorry OP, I’ll uh, be gentler next time. But you should really see about standing up for yourself too.” Your words were encouraging with a more welcoming smile like before. Orion staring at you for a moment before his optics drifting down towards the floor.
He understood what you were trying to say. But a part of him always hated the idea of fighting. You knew this. But you can’t always protect him even when Orion doesn’t say anything. Just walks back inside to clean up the mess you made. You sighed to yourself, knowing he’ll be upset for a while. Your cervos place on your hips watching him. Guilt clear on your faceplate and optics drift to the side.
Knowing you should try making it up to him later. He’ll probably try taking the blame for you with Alpha Trion. But you would be pulled from your thoughts when someone suddenly hugs you from behind. “Surprise-WOAH-” Deadlock tries to surprise you from behind.
But you were fast on grabbing him from behind to lift him over your helm and throw him onto the ground in front of you.
Landing with a heavy thud on his back in front of you. “Primus sake Deadlock! You can’t be doing that!” You called out in a panic but also apologetic for hurting him the way you did. Immediately picking him up under his arms up back on his pedes with a soft toss in the air. Your strength is a little too casual in public for a normal Cybertronian. But to Deadlock, at this point just assumes it’s because you work out. A lot.
“Ouch, could at least say you’re sorry-” He teased. “Just wanted to surprise you. I’ve also been thinking- a lot-” He started off a bit nervous. Though his deep voice made it hard to tell, or really pay attention to notice.
“Of?” You asked curiously. Your voice smooth and seductive. You can’t be so subtle around him even when you want to. Cervos together behind your back while Deadlock dusts himself off from a metal floor. Taking a deep breath, a smile on his dermas. Optics open and a larger smile on his dermas.
Cervos gently grabs your lower waist and looks at you straight in the optics.
“Let's do a heist.” He says with confidence. Silence. You stared at him for a moment. “What-” He chuckles. Giving you a small spin after grabbing your cervo.
Once stopping, his grip on your cervo held on. Pulling you closer, his other cervo placed at your upper back to hold you close. That stupid smile remained with a twinkle in his optics. “A little fun. You’ve been wanting to try to raise money for those orphanages along with putting down more credits into our deposit for later payments for our apartment. What do you say, you did mention you were a bit of a bad bot before you started working here”
He mentions in a teasing tone.
Leaning forward where he has you leaning back on his arm like a princess you’ve seen done before by television from other planets around Cybertron. You can’t help but chuckle at his words.Your cervos hanging on to his shoulder. Looking uo at him you can tell he was confident with what he was saying.
“Alright, alright. If your plan is ‘that’ good. Then we’ll see if it’s somethin’ worth trying.” His smile grew. Throwing his fists in the air in victory. “Yes!”
“Oof!” You fell after he let you go. You now falling on your aft with a small thud.
“Oh- Sorry!” Deadlock apologized. Reaching to help you back up gently from the floor, a little different than when you helped him up moments ago. “It’s alright, I’ve dropped far worse than this.” You admitted playfully. He chuckled at your words. Giving you a smooch on your cheek. In a show of apologetic affection, snuggling the side of his helm on the side of your own in a show of public affection in his apology. You return the affection without hesitation.
Two Cybertronian twin mechs, one red and the other yellow walk by. Noticing the two. “Ew, get a room.” The red one said in mild disgust. You both though ignore him. Giggling as Deadlock continues his affections while starting to kiss at your cheek and hug you tightly. Your helm turns to the side for his kisses. Giggling and even blushing a little.
You two being VERY affectionate in public. Deadlock keeps his arms wrapped around you when he pulls back to face you again, adding more before you have to go back in. “And speaking of plans, why don’t I treat you to a dinner? Was able to get a good job back at Iacon soooo why don’t I treat you sweetspark?I was able to save enough this month.” He says the last sentence in a more seductive voice.
Making you giggle from his words. “Sure, as long as it’s not another, make a run for it. We already can’t go to three restaurants because of you.”
Deadlock chuckles nervously at his words but did have a bit of a guilty expression on his faceplate.”Yeah..” he glanced away in shame.but is pulled from his thoughts when your cervos cupped his cheek plates. Giving him a gentle kiss on the dermas to relax his mind from your comment. The moment peaceful and affectionate. Very needed after the rough past couple of months.
And for you both, that was enough.
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The nemesis set peacefully in a single spot of the solar system, the crew sleeping peacefully for the next cycle of night for their species. The time on the ship setting for the entire ship.causing many from the alarm to awaken at last for another day against the Autobots.
You were in your berthroom. It was dim and dark, already having turn your own off in your room. Your optics exhausted, already having been up for hours. All night really, staring up at the ceiling like always. Your cervo resting over your stomach. The other on the side of the berth. Deadlocks spot. A false sense of hope you put for yourself in hopes to see him. The covers up over your chassis to your neck. It’s been a few months, yet all you could think about is him…
Your optics drift to imagine slowly, seeing Deadlocks smiling face before the war in your image. Then all the times and small moments you were both together.
And though the world would never change for you both. His touch, voice…you miss it so, so much. Or that moment, you didn’t realize you were finally drifting to sleep just from the thoughts of him. But, your thoughts are forcibly pulled from you because of your crying sparkling.
You get up quickly towards the crib at the other side of the small berthroom. Walking over on quick pedes, you quickly coo her softly to relax her. Ramage lay on her back with her chassis opened. Her cervos fisted and close to her chassis. Her bright green optics open once she feels you lift her in your cervos. Being a very small sparkling in your cervos, her helm three times smaller than your cervos. It broke your spark, she was slightly larger than one cervo.
You rest her against your chassis, gently rubbing and petting her back the best you can. Comforting her from any nightmare she was having before you came. Her cries calmed down before anyone could get upset from the sound. Ramage trying to calm her tears.
You continued to gently coo her to relax her racing mind..
She tries to hide her faceplate and tears in your chassis, rubbing it against the top of your chassis. Her little cervos gently grips near her faceplate on your chassis as well. Letting out small and gentle whimpers as she tries to calm down. “There there, Ramage. I got you. Carrier always got you, little one..” You spoke softly. Gently rocking her in your arms now. Walking back to your berth, sitting down at the edge with her on your lap. Try to relax her the best you can and not upset your neighbors.
Gently holding her back with your cervos. Making her rest on her back. Hovering over your lap. She looks up at you with her bright green optics. So much like your carrier. Not having your darker orange ones like your sire. Her spark though, a dark purple like your sires spark. Unlike your dark red spark like your carrier.
Ramage opened her optics slowly again after a moment, seeing the tiredness and sadness in your optics.
She didn’t understand but knew it was something bad. Tears forming in her optics again at the thought. You panicked. “Hey shh shh, non of that little one. Carrier is all right, see? It’s okay my love, please.” You pleaded with her softly. Her little cries not stopping. The sight just made your spark feel even worse than before. Trying to think fast on what to do to make her feel better. Opening your own spark chamber, the red glow catching her attention immediately.
Her little cervos reached towards the gentle glow. A small smile even appearing on her dermas and tears stopping for a moment in her optics. Giggling softly now as she reached the best she could.
Your own smile formed on your dermas now.
Watching her grow excited over the sight of your spark. The very one that helped bring her into this world. Raage slowly calmed down again. Her optics slowly closing in her calmness. Scrunching again with her arms and legs close to her frame. You watched her for a moment, your smile disappearing not long after.
Your cervo still holding her laying form on her back and back of her helm. Your other reaches to gently move her arm to the side to see her spark. It’s like her spark is refusing to let her close.
At times you’ve noticed she seems to struggle. Remembering even once she got fussy and irritated when trying to close her chassis with her own cervos once. Causing her to cry. It even happened before when you picked her up from daycare after your mission with Megatron and other seekers. Sighing softly, your cervo moves over her spark. Trying to sense anything off or to raise any concern over her spark to try to understand it.
But there is no luck. Leaving you unsure of what to do now. Your sparkling calm now, but things might get worse over time with her size. Suddenly, being pulled from your thoughts. A rough knock is heard at your door. standing , you rest Ramage against your chassis again. Opening the door to reveal Starscream himself.
“You’re to join the high council for a sudden meeting with Megatron. I’m here to take Ramage to the other sparklings at daycare and future warriors. Thundercracker will be sure to watch her like always.” Starscream spoke with distaste in his tone. Holding his cervos out casually and carelessly towards Ramage against your chassis. You glanced at your sparkling. Ramage glares at the mech twink in front of them.
You understood why she didn’t like him. It‘s basically the same reason why you don’t either.
When he noticed both your expressions, he sighed in annoyance and held out both cervos in a more gentle gesture. You gave an approving hum. Glancing at your sparking. She raises her helm giving the same approving gesture she learned from you. Copying just what you did.
You look back down at her, nuzzling the side of your helm against hers now to comfort her. Pressing a gentle kiss on her forhelm before leaning back with one last look at each other.
Looking back at Starscream you spoke firmly towards him. “I’ll see you at the table later, Starscream.” You said firmly and softly, though more firm towards him. Gentle giving Ramage to him. Ramage reaches for you with her smaller cervo. Letting out a couple chirps until Starscream spoke. “She’ll be in the same cervoes. Be ready for you to pick her up after the meeting. You give a small nod, watching him walk away with Ramage.
“Only for a couple hours…” You said to yourself to calm your nerves. Adjusting bits of your armor. You step out of your berthroom. Making your way over to the high councils room to Megatron and the others waiting for you. Your spark shivers despite having done this for months now. Yet that fear never truly goes away.
You doubt it ever will anyway.
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Silence…and rage. Two things you felt VERY well from where you stood. Your own FRAGGING ex was right in front of you, the whole time before without even realizing it. Your cervos clench tightly, dentas gritted and your dark yellow optics narrowed in pure anger towards what parasite was right in front of you. Drift on the other cervo stood there with a nervous and almost pitiful expression on his faceplate. Like an anxious feline creature.
Continuing to stare at you before finally looking away in shame. You fully take in his appearance now with how much he has changed himself now. You only felt one thing then. Disguist at what you were looking at. Somehow everything continued to try to register, all the years before the war and during it.
Your spark racing and chassis heaving at all the crashing thoughts and emotions going through you all at once now. Unable to really look at him in the optics.
Drift looked back at you, noticing this. In slight panic his cervo reaches up a moment but stops. Hesitant but your expression hardens from a thought. Taking a step closer, his cervo reaching for your shoulder. But when your optics glanced back at him and notice his cervo reaching. Couple quick flashes from during the war return to you. His cervo fresh on your cheekplate and another time of his cervo tightly gripping your wrist.
Leaving a few dents there and even at the side of your waist. Moving quickly on reflex despite the years. You slap his cervo away from you and jump back quickly near the wall behind you. Your arm in front of you is like a shield. Your other over your chassis like a shield for your spark now. A scared expression on your faceplate in fear.
Drift stared at you in shock for a moment, but his expression saddened when he remembered why you did that every time before.
About to speak until your arm that smacked his cervo away turned into a blaster pointed right at his helm. Tears threaten to leave your optics but you refuse to let them fall. Your arm slightly shaking but you remained tall and firm in front of him. The mech stared at the blaster for a moment then back at you. Both hurt but also worried. Scared even by what you were doing. Raising both cervos now in a surrender way to pose as not a threat towards you.
Taking a step back on his pede to give you more room. After a moment though, you chose to finally speak after taking a couple deep breathers.
“You have a lot of balls to even walk up to me….” You said in a low tone. Tilting your helm to the side and optics squinting more in anger towards him. Your blaster starts up slowly with your words. Drift looking more ashamed but also scared from the sight. He really did screw up with what he did to you.
Taking another step back in order to not upset you more.
“I’m going to do what I should’ve done the morning you FRAGGING LEFT ME!” You yelled out in rage. Though your arm blaster can’t stop shaking.
Drift of course noticed this.
Taking a small step closer now. Seeing the tears and tension in your shoulder plates. He flinched when you yelled at him suddenly, unlike your warm tone voice back when you would be mad at him. He had to be careful before you make a mistake that could cause you, your life. You just stared at him, unable to pull the trigger of your blaster. His cervos carefully and cautiously reach for your arm blaster. Gently taking it in his cervos. The blaster pointed right at his spark.
His expression softer now and apologetic towards you. Your spark continued to race from all the mixed emotions. Finally, tears fall down your cheeks. Your blaster slowly lowering from his cervos without a fight from you.
Drift continued to look at you with that expression, the same one he use to give you back before the war and at the beginning of it before drowning more into his own downfall. But to you, that doesn’t mean he really changed all that much since. Just his frame and optics it seemed.
Your chassis still heaving, your blaster retracts back into your arm now. Trying your best to calm yourself now. Drift taking the chance to step closer now.
His cervos now taking both yours in a way he hopes with be able to comfort you. Saying your name in a soft whisper, trying to say it like the night you first told him your name after saving his life all those years ago. You were lost in thought. Glancing at the floor next to you, trying to calm your spark as he stepped closer. Not realizing how close he was coming now. His cervo, still a little smaller than your own.
Giving a gentle squeeze to grab your attention. When you looked back at you, you just stared at him. Betrayal, abandonment, lost hope of hurt shown well into your expression just by your optics. Closing your optics then to try to calm yourself better. Drift tilted his helm towards your small action. Raising his cervo from your own to reach for the tear. Only for you to look back at him angry.
Your free cervo slapping his cheek harsh enough to make a sound.
Being a bit more harsh being both metal. Pulling your other cervo from his own harshly as well. drift s helm remained turned to the side, his optics glancing back at you after a moment before turning back towards you. A mark starts to form on his cheekplate once he turns his helm back to you. His expression still apologetic, no sign of anger. “Okay, I deserved that. OOF-” You kick him in the stomach suddenly back making him take a few steps back.
His arms holding over his stomach from the very harsh kick. Speaking in a hurt tone in his voice. “I deserved that too.” He groaned softly. Trying his best to stand straight despite being hunched over a bit.
You two standing there unsure what to do next. You slapped him, he knows he deserves it. He understood though on what he should do next. But you had your doubts for a few seconds there. “I’m sorry…” He started softly. You refused to look at him at this moment, wiping away the tears from your cheekplates.
“What I did to you, with and without drugs..Nothing can ever make up for it..and I’m sorry. I know my words can never make it up to you. But please, at least let me explain myself and try to find what I can do to make it up to you after years of pain.”
His words were sincere and honest, you can’t deny that you hear it. His cervo reaches, placing a gentle poke with his digit on your arm in gentleness in order to not scare you. You looked back at him. Uncertain mainly with if you should listen to him or not. His cervo gently holds your elbow, a gentle mixed with a firm hold to better get your attention. Why are you letting him touch you like this? It’s not as bad but still.
“Let me take you to grab some food at Swerves. If that’ll make you comfortable.” He continued speaking softly, his cervo reaching to your shoulder, but your own slaps it away facing him again with cervos fisted down your sides. Thinking about his offer for a moment. Then looking back at him with narrowed optics.
Giving a soft sigh. “Fine.”
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You and Drift stare at each other across the table. You with one leg over the other and arms crossed. Holding a cup in one cervo on your lap. Drift sitting with his knees together under the table, a nervous smile on his dermas now. His optics gentle to show as not a threat. Unlike the casual cocky type of look he’d usually have before. His digit gently taps the cup in front of him. Silently, his knee is moving in his anxiety under the table.
“You’re not subtle.” You gesture towards his leg under the table. “And your reasoning for leaving me isn’t enough.” You leaned forward on the table more. Drifts backstrut straightening at the small action.
Knowing you were being serious.
“I won’t accept your apology for a long, long time. And unless you can somehow go back in time and get me to forget by doing better there isn’t anything you deserve from m-”
He interrupts you. Causing you to pause a moment. Your spark stopping a moment in both surprise and fear. Your expression no longer hardened. More nervous and a bit scared for his next words. though , you should be more mad, he asked. Not like he deserves to know.
Leaning back into your chair, cervos fisted on the table now from his words. He stares at you without his smile. Optics more serious like when he was a Decepticons most of the time. Even before you both started dating. A frown on your dermas in anticipation on what his next words are. Your optics narrowed and shoulderplates tense. Drift noticed this, but you couldn’t be sure hat he was thinking.
Somehow, he knew about Ramage.
“Is she my own?” He asked plainly. His tone filled with one like he knows he’s on to something. You remained to not move for a moment at his question. Your cervo on the table clenches tighter into fists.
Your shoulder plates relax more, making a decision. “No, even if she was. Not like I’d let you even hold her.” You said a little too plainly, leaving no room for argument in your tone. Drift optics narrowed more in an angry expression. His cervo clenching his cup and the other pressing his palm into the table. Leaning closer just a bit trying to understand your words. “Don’t lie to me, she has parts of my old armor.”
You remained firm. Non-moveable even right now. “I have a type.” You fought back. Your voice too casual now. Resting against your chair with slumped shoulderplates. Showing no fear or remorse in your words. Tilting your helm up towards him with a small frown, he isn’t going to get any satisfaction.
Drift grit his dermas. Mainly by the thought of you with another. The balls of his mech. “Who’s the sire?” He finally said. Looking down at his cup, taking a sip when he looked back at you. Still angry over your words earlier. You knew this, causing the corner of your dermas to twitch. Wanting to smile so badly at his anger. Now he was the one really pissed. Silence fills between you both, he finishes his sip. You taking your turn to sip from your own drink now.
You both stare at each other. Both expressions now unreadable. Drift takes a deep breath, his digits interlocked with each other. His expression relaxes after a moment. “”
“Drift.”A firm, deep voice spoke, catching both your attentions. Your helms turning in the same direction. An older red and white mech walked over to you both with a small smile. Recognizing you both. So you think at first. “You didn't tell me they were on the ship.” The old mech referred to you with a tone of genuine joy in his voice.
His bright blue optics gentle towards you, Drifts smile returning on his dermas towards the mech. The same way he’d smile towards you back in the time before. It made your spark break, you didn’t even realize till now it would. You watched as Drift stood to hug him. The two embrace each other before sharing a passionate but short kiss. “You didn’t tell me you were meeting with them, it’s been a while. Hasn’t it?”
Ratchet glances at you. He only ever really smiled at you and Drift along with a small few others back on Cybertron. You remained in your seat. The sight of them kissing breaking your spark more than ever now. Ratchet being someone you new well even before meeting Drift. Giving a forced smile more towards Ratchet.
“Hey…Ratch.” You said softly.
Unable to keep your forced smile when finally looking away. Ratchet noticed this. He and drift look at each other with a knowing look. Drifts arm around Ratchet's waist. Ratchet takes a step closer out of Drift's reach. Reaching for your cervo as he spoke. “I understand if you’re angry. But it was never our intention to-” You slap his cervo away from your own on the table. Standing up from your chair suddenly.
“Wait, at least let me explain.” Ratchet tried to stop you. Drift staying behind, watching in mainly guilt. “I think I’ve seen enough. Dead-..Drift has already told me what I need to know. Out of all the other mechs in my life. I’d think you would actually do something about the situation you brought yourself into.” You scolded.
Maybe a little too lightly.
“You both aren’t worth my time.” You turn on your pedes. Tossing a few credits onto the table. Walking away towards the exit. Ratchet and Drift watch you. Knowing they both messed up never going back for you.
Leaving just in time before the waterworks started up again. Primus you were better than this!! Why can’t you be strong like you’re supposed to be! Little did you see the two were fighting after you left the room. Both throwing jabs at each other over what just happened. You made your way over to Cyclonus room. Who was sitting at his desk with Ramage on with her little legs dangling off the edge. Singing a soft song of old Cybertronian even in the same language.
Ramage listens closely with a smile on her little dermas.
Walking in casually. You and Cyclonus having each others keys to each others berthrooms in case of emergencies. Plopping yourself on the berth exhausted from the long meeting and meeting Ramages sire. Your legs dangling off the berth. Ramage and Cyclonus not noticing you until a moment later. “Wawa!” Ramage cooed.
Cyclonus picks her up and lets her down. Staying close as she runs as fast as she can with her small legs over to you. Getting under your legs while Cyclonus sits on the berth next to you. Watching Ramage for a moment.
Making her way to one of your pedes, she jumps onto the side of your pede and hangs on with her little robot strength. Crawling on top before standing at the back of your ankle plates. Weighing nothing as she walks up your leg to your back. Sitting down with a sudden thud. Sitting at the middle of your back and little legs not able to dangle at either side of your waist. Her little cervos gently patted at your back to get your attention.
“Hey Ramage..” You said in a tired tone. Though it’s barely heard thanks to your faceplate in the berth. Cyclonus gently pets the back of your helm to comfort you. Ramage crawls more up your back now with curious optics. Trying to press down at your shoulders the best she can. Continuing to coo softly to get your attention.
This was going to be a complicated and loooong journey.
—----------------------The Iacon Library
You made your way back into the library where you’re greeted by a quiet library again. But this time it also features a nervous Orion and Alpha Trion with an expressionless look on his faceplate. Just looking down at you with a small frown, though his optics showed differently. Narrowing gently towards you. Making a small gulp, you step closer until you stand in front of him, arms down your sides and a bit of a nervous expression on your faceplate.
Watching the older and wise mech raise his cervo towards your helm. Watching in anticipation until his cervo gently placed itself on the top of your helm now. Gently petting you like some sparkling. Makes sense giving his large height. “Well done getting rid of the offenders. Try to not make such a mess though next time.”
His voice was soft and gentle. Like a sire to a sparkling of his own. In a way you and Orion were always like his own sparkling anyway. Though you can’t help having the feeling of him choosing you and Orion because of a very certain reason. Like he knew something you both don’t, though you’ve never thought to question him. Alpha Trion stands straight again. Walking away back to his office behind the front desk.
You and Orion watched him walk back inside. Orion walking to be next to you with arms crossed and his adorable frown on his dermas from earlier.
Giving you a small glare with his bright blue optics.
You flinched a bit but smiled at his angry expression. He’s so adorable! Giving a nervous chuckle as the other Cybertronians continue to pass by through the large library. You and Orion return to your posts at the front desks. Sitting and getting to work with data pads being returned and all. Suddenly you remembered.
“Wait, you get my cart from earlier?”
Orions throws a data pad at the side of your helm harshly. It landed on your desk. Your helm turned to the side before looking back at him with wide optics. Cervo raising to your cheek, a small scratch seen. A moment of silence passes. “Rude.” You said plainly, optics relaxed. Picking up the data pad and looking it over with a small smile and curious look. “This is a record for the documents involving the Iacon racers records from cycles ago when we were teens.”
“Because I’m not your cleaner!” He yells at you angry. Causing the other Cybertronians top shh him suddenly. Making the poor mech flinch. “Orion, inside voice.” You lightly scolded in a hush tone. Teasing him more with that knowing smirk.
He let out an annoyed groan towards you, sitting back in his chair.
His faceplate all red from embarrassment, his helm low and cervos clenched on his desk. You glanced at him with a small smile. He was always so adorable. You close your optics, imagining what tonight will be like tonight for both you and Deadlock.
Your smile grows slowly in thought.
You walked down the streets of Iacon. Admiring the lights and buildings of the metal city. Your armor is polished and optics a little brighter than usual your usual smile on your dermas and your steps having a small skip to it. Excited about your little dinner date for the night. Stopping in front of a club/ restaurant.
You’ve heard of it, but didn’t realize it was also a club…for strippers. Yay.. “If he tries to get me on stage he’ll lose more than his spike.” You said to yourself plainly.
Though other Cybertronians walking and and out of the place pass by easily hearing you. All giving you a look and walking away faster. You walk up the steps, opening the doors to be greeted with the flashing lights of headlights. Cybertronians on pole, on the dance floor, sitting together, and three VIP spots. One on each side of the building. The third at the very middle is seen clearly from the door. Walking in, the doors closing behind you.
You see the faint sight of Cybertronains at the highest VIP spot in.
You continue to stare up at the area, curious. There was a grey looking mech with bright yellow optics there sitting with a smaller Cybertronain with him. Seeing the faint color of red but it was hard to tell for certain.
“Oof-” You stumble a bit. Bumping into Deadlock who just chuckles at your surprise. Her cervos holding her arms with a gentle hold to keep you close in the crowd of Cyebrtronains. You gained your balance in time for his kiss. The kiss passionate and sweet, his cervos warm at your lower back strut, forhelms pressed together. Ignoring your surroundings now, his bright optics shine over your green ones. Despite being brighter than usual. His light remained brighter.
Smile gently and loving towards you, holding you close to his own frame. “I’m happy you came.” He said softly. You both taking in the moment with optics closed next to the wall. A small space dedicated for you both. For a moment, just a moment. The music faded to a complete stop.
Everything peaceful, though it was only for a few seconds.
Pulling back suddenly with a sudden force. Deadlock now holds your arms. Making sure you stay close with that same grin. Large enough to show his fangs again.
An adoring sight for you knowing how excited he can get.
“So don’t be mad but I wasn’t to introduce you to someone special. But first-” He starts excited at first, his next sentence starting off more seductive now. But you wouldn’t let him finish. Pressing your digit to his dermas with a knowing smirk. But also with a pinch of an annoyed one as well.
Your framing leaning forward until your chassis gently pressed against his own. Your smirk remained mysterious when you whispered close to him.
“Now Deadlock, you didn’t tell me this was a double date. Or triple date? Is this even a date.” He continues to stare down at you with a nervous smile. Giving a nervous chuckle, his cervos sliding down the sides of your waist with your own going to the spot between his shoulders and neck. Your grip tightening, making him almost flinch under your hold. “Sweetsaprk, I swear I have a good reason, besides we’ll still have our date alone. Promise.”
He tries to stand for himself.
Giving another nervous laugh. His cervos bring your hips closer to his frame like your chassis. Holding you closer where your forhelms almost touch again. Your expression more relaxed being closer to him. His dermas give you another soft kiss on your own to calm you a little more. Whispering softly as he looked into your optics with love.
“Look, it’s just a small celebration for Gladiator Megatronus and a few others. It’ll only be an hour, then we can go to the one you like before it gets too dark. Promise.” His words were smooth and deep. Pulling that move to relax you and try to get your guard down so he can suddenly wrap his arms around your waist in a sudden hold. Lifting you easily in his arms and doing a small spin to get a small laugh out of you.
Setting you back on your pedes. One cervo staying on your waist, leading you to the stairway at the side of the club. You make sure to stay close enough to his side.
Passing through stripper dancers and businessmen.
Deadlock bumps into one Cybertronian on your way up the stairs. The mech having two long antler looking metals poking at either side of his helm. His optics a bright red with white pupils in them to make him stand out. “Aye I’m walkin/’ here!” The mech spoke in a foreign accent. Something he likely learned from outer planets far from this solar system.
Deadlock gave the mecha glare. You notice this right away. Your cervo going to his chassis, your other going to the side of his waist to keep him from heading after. “Deadlock, come on.” You pleaded gently. Your turn to try to calm him.
He looks down at your on the higher steps, looking back down at the large blue mech then back to you when his spark starts to slow down. Calming down from his sudden rage. Your cervos takes both his in your own. Walking up to stand at the same step as him. “Come on.” You said softly. Deadlock goves the mecha another glare but returns his attention back towards you. Wrapping his arm over your shoulders now, keeping you close.
Both make your way to the doors at the side of the VIP area where laughter and chattering can be heard inside. The loud music from below fainted in the background a bit. Being behind a glass and a good few feet below. Deadlock checking on you with his arms wrapping more tightly around your waist
“Just stay by my side, maybe you’ll like what we’re trying to do here.”
Deadlock whispered in a low and deep tone in his whisper to your audio sensors. You can’t help but smile at his words from this, he notices this. His cervo on the side of your waist gives a gentle squeeze. His other knocking on the door with an interesting knock.
Not too long after it slides open. A bodyguard with sun glasses and a listening piece at his audiosensors with cervos together in front of him. Looking over you both with a look. Tilting his helm to the side. “Hey Barricade, mind letting us in?” Deadlock asks casually with a smirk. Standing on his pedes casually like he owned the place. The mech tilts his helm up towards him then glances down at you.
You on the other cervo tilt your helm back at him to the side with a curious look.
The mech only frowned more. Stepping back, you and Deadock walk in together. Greeted with the scene of Megatronus himself sitting on his couch. Surrounded by other gladiators and Cybertronians of the club. Some civilians, others strippers.
Even Nightbird and Windblades. Who would’ve expected the speaker of Iacon and Kaon to be here? You leaned closer to Deadlock.
“I know this mech is popular and all but to be at the main VIP? Are you sure we won’t get shot at?” You questioned, thought half joking. Deadlock pulls you closer, nuzzling the side of his helm against your own. “Nah Sweetspark. We are as safe as a sparkling in their carrier's care.” Silence between you both and the bodyguard with you both. “I could’ve used a different metaphor."
“Yes. yes you could’ve.” You two shared a laugh. Facing each other more. Deadlock noticing a look the bodyguard was giving him. Deadlock looking back at you. “Oh I almost forgot.” He reaches for the jewelry in the bodyguards cervo.
Very beautiful jewelry with jewels and string fabric. You gave him a look, looking back at the jewels then back at him a few times. He chuckled. “May I?” You look at him then back at the jewels. Raising an optic ridge, you give a small nod. Letting him place the jewels on your helm, shoulders, and another around your hips. Giving you a sort of fairy look on your metal frame. ‘Its uh..Interesting to say the least.” You commented playfully.
Barricade cleared his throat, catching Deadlock's attention. “Right! Right. We shouldn't keep them waiting.” He wraps his arm around your waist again. Your cervo going to his shoulder around behind his back. Walking further into the VIP section. Passing through the long rounded couch in the middle.
Heading straight to where Megatronus sat in the middle and head to show his place in this team.
Her arm behind the cushion casually, his other cervo holds a long glass of pink energon. The end resting on top his thigh. Laughing and listening to the others around him. His optics, a bright orange, much like Deadlocks. A few others you recognize from the TV are seen sitting together or standing with Cybertronian workers of the club. One you’ll come to know as Scourge sits with two Cybertronian mechs who were clearly workers of the club.
Another, Starscream, sits with the femmes Windblade and Nightbird. Clearly the three were interested with each other based on how they intertwined with each other on one side of the long couch. You tried to not pay too much attention though.
Megatronus notices you and Deadlock making your way over through the long room past the Cybertronian gladiators.
Megatronus relaxed against the cushion, a very relaxed smirk and glint in his optics seen on his faceplate. Setting the glass on the table by him. His legs remained spread, his cervo once holding the glass sets on his thigh. Watching you both walk closer with casualness in his frame movement.
“Happy you were able to make it. I thought I would have to send Scourge after ya!”
The mech joked in his deep rough voice. Standing closer before him bow , you notice the many scars and deep scratches in his frame. He noticed your small stare while Deadlock spoke for both your behalfs. “Sorry Tronus, we were catching up on each other's day before you could return. But we’re here right? This is my Sparkmate, they work at the Iacon library.” Deadlock spoke proudly about you. His cervo though seemed to gripped tighter at the side of your waist.
You don’t make it obvious, certain there’s a reason for later. Megatronus chuckles at Dealock's words, standing suddenly to his full height before Deadlock and you. His frame large enough to create a whole shadow over you both and even some of the Cybertronians sitting down still, though they don’t seem to mind.
Megatronus then opens his arms with a suddenness that makes both you and Deadlock flinch.
“Well welcome anyway!” He said with a bright smile. Wrapping his large arms around you both, lifting you up against his frame as he let out a deep and happy laugh. Setting you both down onto the couch, bouncing lightly on your afts. Still holding onto each other from the suddenness. Megatronus sits back down at his spot. His large grin remained even as he picked up his drink. His optics driting towards you again when Deadlock started to speak.
“Glad to see you still have humor.” Deadlock commented. Relaxing more into the cushion with his arm wrapped around you. You leaned more against his frame. The side of your frame leaned against his own while you both looked at Deadlock.
“Humor? I’ve always had humor! If the mines couldn’t make me lose that way neither could the fields ever could.”
He lets out a deep laugh from his own words. Drinking his pink energon. A stripper walks up to them suddenly while Megatronus speaks. The Cybertronian of a smaller build and pink optics and a warm smile in front o you both.
You and Deadlock take the drinks while listening to the mech. The Cybertronian leaves to serve the others.
“Now to business before you two go off like Cyber Rabbits..” Megatronus stated casually in a more calm tone. His smirk a little fainted away and bright optics drift towards you both. The tension there, but still left room to be relaxed around him. Deadlock being the first to take a sip.
“I understand you both have a past with fighting and combat as much as I do. Like when Deadlock dealt with some idiots at that other club down the streets near the south edge of Iacon. That’s why after he got fired I was able to get him a good job here when he isn’t by my side or at home with you.” He stated more towards you than with him. Even pointing his digit while still holding his cup. He took another drink before continuing.
“I’ve seen you before, working under the Primes before choosing to leave after an intense fight against the Quintissons cycles ago when we were all younger. I’ve seen the records and tape thanks to a special friend of mine. I only hope it was really you..” He glances at you.
Bringing the tip of the glass closer to his dermas. Optics continuing to glance at you then.
“I hope,” His voice was more steady, sitting up which caused Deadlock to become more cautious with you closer to his frame. The smile of Megatronus though, remained. “You will reconsider joining me on my quest to make a better change for this planet. Make things equal and right for all Cybertronains who are born without names and those of the lower classes. You were there with the Primes before. Like my pal Soundwave. Please. Just try and see when you can.”
His words were genuine. Deadlocks thumb digit gently rubbing on the side of your waist during his words. You noticed Deadlock's expression for the idea of peace coming from Megatronus.
The mechs can tell you were taking in his words and the idea of bringing peace back to Cybertron again in a time you remember yourself. Though it’s a life only Deadlock will ever know so far. You glanced away in thought. His words are very sincere but you can’t just believe him so easily.
You smiled warmly. Resting the side of your helm against Deadlock's shoulder now with your optics relaxed and narrowed towards the large mech. “I’ll give it some thought.”
Deadock chuckled, leaning his helm back against the soft cushion. Taking a sip of his drink while you and Megatronus continued to look at each other with your spark warming smiles. But he seemed to realize what he was doing, looking away and clearing his throat a bit before taking a sip of his drink.
You doing the same. Nuzzling under Deadlock's helm as he chuckled to what another femme said on the couch. His cervo resting on your hip now while music played softly for the VIP room.
You continue to relax with your surroundings. The peace relaxes you to a time before where you once felt peace. But it doesn’t last long when you suddenly hear Megatronus' voice. “Sweetspark! Where were you hiding?” Megatronus started with a cheer in his voice. You opened your optics, seeing a red and blue bot with white thighs walk past both you and Deadlock who was just finishing his drink.
You watch as the smaller mech goes to sit on megatronus lap sitting across his lap. The two share a small kiss before Megatronus cervoes him his drink. Trying to register who the mech was for a moment before it finally clicked for you.
“Orion!?” You exclaimed more in shock. The others continued on with their own conversations though like it never happened, only lightly scaring Dealock, Megatronus, and Orion on his lap. The mech blushing again like back at the library. “Uh, hey..you” Was all Orion said.
You let out a laugh now moving onto Deadlocks lap now. Though he seemed to be entranced by the moment now as he watched you move on top. Your arm around his shoulders now all casual while Megatronus looked at both you and Orion back to back with that teasing smirk. Looking back at Deadlock who had a playful guilty look. “So when you say you have to lave to meet with a very special friend, needing me to cover for you!..Him.” Your thumb digit gestures towards Megatronus.
Who was trying his best not to laugh too much. Doing his best to comfort Orion while the smaller mech tries to hide his faceplate in his cervos. Being caught. You take note Megatronus is especially happy and seemed brighter as he looked at Orion.
You and Deadlock laugh together when you playfully slapped at his chassis. He whispered into your audio sensors as Megatronus teases Orion more in their spot on the couch. “Surpirse.” Deadlock teased. Your smile growing, the little rascal. At least to you, leaning down on his lap to share a soft and loving kiss.
The night one you remember well even then.
—-----------------------------------------------
Your pedes echo through the halls of the nemesis. Your spark steady and backstrut straight, a data pad at your side with your cervo under holding it. Your other clenched with your arm down, making your way towards the doors of the high council. Walking in with a sharp stride. The room empty, for now. You make your way to one of the chairs near the opposite end from the head of the table where Megatron sat at. Sitting down with arms crossed and looking forward. The sound of the click ticking in the background.
A few minutes passed and a few other Decepticon council members entered through different doors speaking amongst themselves.
Your digit gently tapping at your arm plating. Waiting for this meeting to start. Megatron enters through the same door as you with Starscream since the two had to Cervoed some things that same morning at other parts of the ship. Megatron without a word and much of an expression walks forward where he’ll pass you.
Starscream complaining about something at.
Megatron pays him no mind while at the same time he picks up the chair you’re in by the top, dragging you effortlessly to the head of the table next to his chair. Another random Cybertronian taking the chair next to the head chair to take to the now empty spot as a replacement. Megatron placing you on the spot.
You though don’t bother making any attempt to escape knowing it’s useless. Not even changing your expression during the whole non-interaction. Starscream walking past you giving your helm and gentle helm pat. Megatron takes his place at the head of the table and Starscream standing at his side with cervos behind his back. The meeting commenced as if earlier didn’t happen. Megatron casually and dominating while sitting down.
You just sat and listened to the boring Decepticon meeting.
At time giving in your own advice and thoughts on plans to both bring back the life of Cybertron and the recent return of the Autobots. You were more focused on what you have as evidence over some datapads and only speaking when asked to or when you feel you could add something. After a long period of time the meeting was finally over.
Megatron, Scourge and Starscream spoke to each other.
Seeing your opportunity, you make you way to scoot to the side off the chair. Trying to take a whole step away until you were stopped by Megatron's voice. “Now, you aren’t leaving before you give me your recent report after coming back from Cybertron yesterday for what you were able to find, correct.”
His words more of a command than a question. Taking a deep breath you stand straighter. Turning around with a forced smile. “Of course not, Lord Megatron.”
Starscream chuckled and Scourge. Who was no longer under the influence of alcohol, just crossed his arms and leaned more into his chair. You sat back down, taking out the report on your data pad. Opening it up before Cervoing it over to Megatron. Starscream having made himself comfortable on Megatron's thigh since it was just the four of you.
“Still keeping that runt?” Scourge started.
Your optics sharp on the dirty mech. Your arm on the table. Knowing full well he was speaking about Ramage, tilting your helm more towards him. Trying to keep your calm as you looked at the mech. “Yes, she my sparkling. She may be a runt now, but that just means she’ll grow bigger than a little basterd from Kaon.” You remarked.
Scourges one cervo clawed at the table in front of him at your comment.
Starscream tries to hide his laughter. Megatron’s more focused on your report in one cervo. The other on Starscream's thigh. Watching for the possible fight between you both with a smirk. Scourge leaning forward more onto the table with angrier optics.
“That runt won’t be able to survive to even preteen age if she ain’t open her optics yet. She ain’t got any place in the war being the sparkling by two nobodys.”
He added. The whole energy in your frame holds back from the rage building up in you. You knew you couldn't kill him. Not yet at least. Tilting your helm to the side with a smile, taking him aback for a moment before your words only upset him more. “Say that again, I couldn’t hear you over your…smell.” You leaned forward more to push your words.
The turning point for Scourge, quickly standing from his chair and pointing his more claw-like cervo at your helm with the light turning on inside ready to blast.
Pulling your sword fast, turning it at an angle to cut at two of his claws causing him to scream and stop his blaster from going off. Placing your cervo against the table along with one leg while using your other to go into the air and kick up at his abdomen.
Kicking him back into his chair. Stand and point your sword towards the mech.
Megatron could be heard sighing softly, lazily half tossing the data pad on the table. Starscream still smirking believing there’s more as he leaned his side more against Megatron's front. His arm over Megatron's shoulder and behind his neck. Megatron's other cervo still on Starscream's hip, glancing over at Scourge who quickly got up back on his pedes.
“You slagging fragger, I’d kill you for that! First your runt in front of you! Then you-” BLAST! Scourge's frame was still standing. Arm still out and still. But his helm blasted clean off.
His frame falling to the side with a thud at the same direction the energon blood was. You stood there shocked for a moment. Turning towards Megatron. His lowered his arm with his canon blaster. His cannon retracted to be closed before resting it on his arm rest.
Starscream just laughing with his legs giving a small swing over his thigh and rests his lower leg on his arm on the arm rest. Still sitting on one thigh. Leaning back on Megatron's arm around his waist.
“As I always say, adding you to the council was the best choice thanks to that bastard leaving.” Starscream continued to laugh at Scourge's corpse. You watching Starscream. Trying to ignore Megatron's stare as he seemed to be in thought. Steeping off the table, giving your sword a simple swing in your cervo and places it back into your sword holder.
Fixing your chair, Megatron snaps his fingers.
Minicons in waste disposal arrive with wheels as pedes over to clean up the blood on the open wound before closing up the wound after a few guts and extra metal fell off. The mini cons worked together to take away everything while two stayed to clean up the blood.
Megatron moves his arm from under Starscream's legs, rubbing his optic ridges for a moment. Starscream leaned more against him, his laughter calming down.
His other cervo moving to Megatrons chassis. Kiss his cheek with another exagerated swing of his legs off Megatrons lap. Walking with a hip swaying stride towards you. Taking your cervo. “Come on, the smell is finally getting to me. We should get something to drink before the next tiring briefing.” Starcsream practically drags you. At first trying to not trip on your own pedes.
“Halt.” Was all Megatron needed to say. You and Starscream looked back at him. Megatron stands from his seat. Walking towards the door where his own area of the ship exsists.
Starscream smirked and just gave you a look. Walking towards the same direction to join him. You both exchange a nod, about to make your way out the room. “Them, Not you Screamer.” Megatron said firmly. Glancing back at the seeker.
“What? The frag do you take me for?!” Starscream protest, you step forward under silent command. Starscream looking at you with almost stink optics. You just giving him an uncertain but firm look.stepping through the door before Megatron who waited for you. The door closing with starscream stomping his pede annoyed in the room. Letting out a groan when the door closed.
You stopped for a moment, Knowing Megatron often demanded he walk first , taking the lead.
But Megatron lead you deeper into the dark hall. His arm behind your waist. His cervo on the curve, leading you towards what seemed like a lounge. It looked like someone rechecked it earlier. Megatron liking having a small episode before the meeting. Or on the night before.
His cervo gently pat your lower back. “Sit down there. I’ll be right back.” Was all he said. Stepping away behind you to one of the doors.
You sat in the lounge. It was large and purple with bits of red and black. The walls are dark silver and several portraits of Megatron himself, him with Starscream and Scourge. One of Cybertron, and another of the Fallen nearly covered in Fire like always. The cushions soft against your metal frame. Sitting up better so you don’t fall asleep.
A long coffee table sits in the middle of the long, round couch.
Choosing to sit at one end of the couch, the other end across from you thanks to the couch being curved more than half a circle. When Megatron enters you could hear the faint sound of glass clicking against each other.
His steps heavy, already feeling his optics hard on the back of your helm. He walks past you. Sitting in the middle of the lounge.
Setting the two wine glass down on the long and wide table. Pouring in the champagne so you’d see he put nothing in them. “Megatrom.” You stared first. Refusing to just stay quiet like you didn’t know what to expect. But you also had to remember to stay careful when with him, especially alone. He doesn’t look at you. But you knew to continue.
“I meant what I said, I still accept your offer and she won’t be like you during your war.”
You stated firmly. Your gaze remains on him. His own optics stared down at the drink. Pouring in his own next before setting the bottle down. Picking up the glass in his cervo. Leaning back into the cushion with his arm against the cushion next to him. Taking a long ship of his drink first.
Just staring forward almost into space. You have a pretty good idea what was going on. Holding back your own glossa. You stood, stepping closer to the tyrant.
He remained unresponsive. He does this when he doesn't want to be violent, but does have something to say. You’ve noticed this before he started the war when Deadlock introduced you to him. Choosing to sit next to him, you pick up your glass. Taking a sip before speaking again. Holding the glass to rest on the top of my knee in thought.
“You’ve gone too far with this war, you ain’t the same mech and you sure ain’t close to as great as him.”
You referred to Megatronus Primes painting. This caught Megatron's attention. You took another sip, looking at the floor in thought before continuing. “Do you even have a small ounce of empathy left in you? Or do you just think defeating Prime will finally make you happy.”
You look at him again. Megatron's optics on you in a very harsh glare. You frame frozen but optics remain strong on him.
Sitting up slowly, he places the glass back on the coffee table. Keeping optic contact with you. Leaning back in his spot before finally speaking. His voice softer but still enough to make you almost shake if you don't have control over your own frame. “I’m not, war awakening the bad things in my life. Optimus being one of the bads. A son of fragging Codexa yet I’m the monster for being born a basterd.”
He started randomly. At least to you. He continued.
“I don’t see the war as anything but something that started off wanting to give more to Cybertronians like me. Yet so many of them were privileged but still believed in my cause. I made it in a way through life…I already told Optimus he can have Cybertron. But I will take it back. One day.”
“Oh, save it.” You interrupted. “You ain’t ever going to do that. You are a mech with ambition and the push but never the righteous when it comes to rights or politics.” You stated firmly.
“You may be the one to have started a war over something you believed in. but you didn’t always have the right morals. If you had just listened to the one other mech who agreed with you. Frag wanted you even! You could be happy and not some Lord floating around in space. Stop at that planet you love so much, make peace and a home there. And put an end to this war..before you die of regret.”
You warned him, he just stared at you.
You couldn't tell if he was taking your words into consideration or if he was deciding how to give you discipline. But a smile soon crept on his dermas. And a deep laughter left his intake. Closing his optics when he sat up in his spot.
Looking back at you with a smirk. “Is that what you want? Me to stop this war so you can go back to a peaceful life and make a better one for your sparkling.”
Your expression became harder at his words. “This war is my business as both starter and leader of the Decepticons, you are nothing but a soldier with a sparkling trying to keep it on the down low that you’re a sparkling of a Cybertronian Knight who got with a beast to fill him with a bastard. You. Knowing full well you are just an abomination who got with a druggy and his sparkling.”
He spoke through his smirk. Clearly hitting a sore spot that’s deeper then most thought.
“You were accepted because well, all who don’t fight against me are accepted. You happening to be the sparkling of a knight just happens to be a plus one on my main council. So, you can try to leave. And I’ll just have my other of my best assassins to kill you. Or, you can be a good Cybertronian. In my arms.”
He finished. Exchanging his large cervo towards you. Knowing the nerve he hit was deep. And in a silent way he threatened your sparklings life.
“We understand each other in other ways. In terms of politics. Maybe you’re the one thing I need for the war with all those ideas in your helm. You see a tyrant. But I am a mech of calculations and as you said. Push towards a direction I believe in. Deadlock was also kind enough to tell me about your life after the death of your caretakers.” He finished to push you further.
Your expression grew in anger at his words.
Deadlock betrayed you and your sparkling is trapped on this ship with you. Unable to stop your from shaking a bit from fear. Megatron tilts his helm. “So, do well to accept my offer and work by my side. I may not be what you want from a partner. But we can work well together.” You listened to him.
Looking back at his cervo then back at him. “I will still try to win your affections to take Ramage under my watch so she can grow into a Knight of modern times. Changing your mind one way or another.”
He added. “It will just take some time..sweetspark..” His optics were softer at his words. He seemed genuine. But his words earlier imply no such thing. Your chassis rises and falls a moment. His other cervo going to his thigh, giving it a gentle pat. “Stick by me, and I can show you my full potential…And what the future could hold. For the three of us.”
He finally finished. You wanted to look away. Yell at him. Anything but accept your fate.
Standing from the couch, you walked your way over to him at the middle of the couch. Your cervo finally going in his larger one. His cervo gently closes around yours, watching you with a calm expression and a winning smirk. Stepping closer until you stood in front of Megatron. His other cervo going to your thigh.
Pulling you closer onto his lap. Sitting with your legs on either side of his hips. His cervo moving from yours to the side of your helm to gently pull you closer.
Pressing your forehelms together as you just stared at each other. Megatron's old feelings returning in his helm. Cervo gently rubbing over your thigh. Similar to Deadlocks touch, something chilling about that fact made you unsteady. Your on cervos on his shoulders. Making Megatron feel almost in peace for a moment. Tilting your helm, his dermas catching your own in a searing kiss.
One Megatron thought last when he first met you.
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You awake suddenly from a horrible dream. That terrible dream. Sitting up suddenly in a berth not your own. You looked around a moment, laying correctly on the berth known to you to belong to Cyclonus. When you sat up, you felt a small arm over your own still on the berth. Looking down, you see your sparkling Ramage laying on her side. Trying to stay close to you to the point her helm was almost resting on top of your lower arm.
The sight alone enough to bring a smile to your own dermas.
Lifting your other cervo towards her helm, gently stroking the side of it to comfort her in her sleep. Watching her own smile on her dermas grow as she dreamed.
Your optics glanced down at her now closed chassis. Remembering when she could barely close it in her younger sparkling years back on the nemesis. Setting her arm back over her chassis without awaking her up. She always has at least one arm or cervo over her chassis as if she’s trying to protect herself from something. Curious, maybe she’ll remember when she’s a little older and is able to speak once she gets her growth spurt.
You thought to yourself for the moment. Looking at your other side. You see a sleeping Cyclonus. He seemed exhausted, then you remembered he with Ramage stuck by your side after falling asleep from your meeting. At last that’s what the two thought.
Remaining to be unaware of your other, more little meeting with Ramage's sire. Someone Cyclonus often spoke about destroying with his own claws for leaving you and Ramage so suddenly from all those years ago. You sighed to yourself gently, slowly getting out of the berth trying to not wake them.
Walking out the room, you made your way past the door, your cervo on the door frame when you stopped to glance back at the two.
Leaving a data pad on the berth close to Ramage, knowing she can read a little. Locking the door behind you to keep them safer, you make your way down the hall to grab a drink over at swerves, but you don’t make it down a corner until you’re stopped by Rodimus Prime. Almost bumping into him even.
“Ah there you are! I was trying to call you through the comms multiple times but it seemed you were sleeping. I tried to visit your berthroom but you weren’t there?”
He questioned. His usual smile remained after the fact. Crossing his metal arms, expecting an answer. You give a nervous laugh, scratching the back of your neck cables before responding. “I was really out of it after the meeting, I was going to get something to eat to be better energized for the day.” You spoke softly. Your words sincere and gentle towards your new boss. Rodimus stared at you for a moment.
His smile remains and optics become softer. Understanding you, at least with the story he told you.
Placing his cervo on your shoulder for comfort. “Go eat, but I do need you to stop by my office right after, over something important. I’ll see you after.” Was all he finished with. Walking past you after the small sign of comfort towards you. You let out a silent but heavy sigh.
You continued your path back to Swerve. Thinking to yourself the meeting can’t be anything more than just about missions and what nots. All you can do is hope things don’t become worse for yourself and your sparkling. Oh how wrong you were.
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The Lost Light flies across the space of the galaxy, you and the others at the ships control rooms were flying around thanks to no gravity. Cyclonus, you and tailgate holding onto each other while Rodimus and Drift hang on to each other. Ratchet was tapped to the berth in the medbay. Red Alert was hanging onto him tightly.
Magnus knocked out and flew around the air like the others with Rodimus clinging to him.
Meanwhile on another planet Drift was on a planet with others from the Lost Light enjoying some dessert with other Cybertronians.
The team was in for a rough landing.
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