Lost light megatron trying to have fun with his s/o, but kinda failing cuz he thinks of all the ways it could go wrong? (Maybe they’re on a planet in a theme park?) and reader has to convince him to let loose?
Megatron X Reader – Let Loose
A/N – Slowly, whittling my list of requests down.
Megatron snatched the cotton candy from you, earning a startled look from the vendor and the surrounding people alike. You, on the other hand, merely smiled, knowing what he was like.
“Babe, it’s not poisonous,” You told him patiently, waiting for him to agree.
Megatron tore off a piece of the fluffy treat, scanning it with a device he had procured from Red Alert; that bot was equally paranoid about all the things that could poison you, or that could contaminate the ship’s supply of energon, or that could… Actually, the list of things that Red Alert was paranoid about was endless.
He hummed and passed it back to you begrudgingly. While it was true that the food wouldn’t kill you, it wasn’t very good for you either, which is exactly what he told you after you tore a piece off, popping it in your mouth gleefully.
“Would you lighten up?” You laughed, elbowing him playfully. “Today is supposed to be fun.”
Megatron followed you through the Carnival that Rodimus had insisted on making the Lost Light stop at. Frankly, he thought that he had been doing well by not complaining that it was a waste of time and energy to visit such a trashy attraction, especially when the crew had to make use of their holo-forms which increased their energon consumption by 3.7%. That might not have been a lot for one bot, but when used by the full crew, it would ensure they practically ate through their energy reserves.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but how exactly would you have me ‘lighten up’?” Megatron used air quotes upon repeating you.
“Just cut loose. Have fun for the day, okay?”
Megatron scowled. His idea of fun was composing poetry to sum up his deepest thoughts and clear his processor, or to spend an evening with you, consuming some of the universe’s best literature, while you spent time on one of your hobbies.
Frankly, this was when another bot might comment on how odd your relationship was. You and Megatron were not alike. You were loud, carefree, and energetic. He was sombre and contemplative, and he preferred not to waste energy on frivolous activities.
Yet, Megatron found himself wanting to please you. Part of this stemmed from the idea that he didn’t believe that he deserved you, and partially because you asked very little of him, taking the relationship one day at a time while he learned how to navigate it with you.
“Very well,” Megatron sighed. “I shall…” He tripped over the words cut loose, finding the slang un-endearing, opting to finish by saying, “Try to relax somewhat.”
“That’s all I ask,” You chuckled, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the first game of the day.
It was a simple ring toss over some bottles, with various prizes hanging overhead. You spotted a plushie armadillo which was arguably the most hideous of the prizes, yet it held your attention, your pupils dilating at the sight of it.
“Oh yeah, that’s coming home with me.”
And so the game began. You tried again and again to win the creature, putting more and more credits on it, much to the vendor's satisfaction.
Megatron watched, bemused, until finally, he grabbed your shoulder, shaking his head disapprovingly.
“What’s wrong, babe? You want a go?”
You held out a ring to him. Megatron glowered first at the bottles, then at the vendor. “You should leave this game.” He told you matter-of-factly. Then in a whisper, he added, “My sensors show that it has been rigged. Winning is a statistical impossibility.”
“Oh,” You deflated. You had already guessed that the game was rigged, but it had been fun to try all the same. Half-heartedly, you threw the last ring before walking away. “Okay… something else then.”
Megatron silently cursed himself for upsetting you, but it was better you knew now rather than trying to win the impossible.
Your eyes lit up again when you saw what had to be the world’s most unstable rollercoaster.
“How about that?!” You pointed to it excitedly.
Megatron scanned the structure, messaging Ultra Magnus to see how many laws it broke. According to him, the ride had 36 structural weaknesses, broke 17 laws, and would only be legal on 3 planets.
You shook your head as Megatron’s face set into its default scowl.
“Oh, come on, please,” You begged, clasping your hands together.
“I won’t stop you, but I shan’t join you,” Megatron said drily, thinking about how he would be prepared to shed his holo-form and rescue you when the ride inevitably flew off the tracks or something equally terrible.
“Really? I can’t convince you?” You pouted.
You opened your mouth to argue until Rodimus ran into you, “Hey (Y/N). You here for the coaster?”
“Yeah, I was about to get in line. I’m just asking Meg-”
Rodimus rolled his eyes, “Megatron isn’t going to join you. It would mean having fun, something he’s completely allergic to, you know, alongside joy, laughter, puppies, flowers-”
“Shut up,” You punched Rodimus playfully in the arm.
Megatron watched as you and Rodimus played, eventually getting his approval to go on the ride together. It sometimes amazed him that you hadn’t chosen to enter a relationship with someone like Rodimus. The two of you were quite similar and had a good rapport.
Megatron sighed as he watched the two of you on the ride. He was somewhat you were relieved that you were with his co-captain. At least that way you would be safe with him should something happen. One person with you, and another on the ground in case something went wrong.
Yet, remarkably, nothing bad happened, except for Megatron putting yet another damper on the day, making him practically miserable.
Once you had come off the ride, Megatron made his excuses to go back to the ship, leaving you alone with Rodimus. He had much to think about when it came to the two of you, and frankly, he felt like he needed to find some reasons that the two of you were together, especially after such a disastrous excuse of a date, wherein he had only helped to sour your vibrant mood.
Megatron startled at the sound of the doorbell ringing.
He answered the door to find you, holding tightly onto the plushie armadillo that he had claimed was impossible to win.
“So, you somehow won the ring toss,” He stated, gesturing to the toy.
“Nah. Rodimus distracted the guy there and I took this,” You held out your prize, grinning victoriously.
“Stealing?” Megatron said doubtfully, thinking about what a terrible influence Rodimus could be.
“I’d like to think of it as liberating a plushie who needs a lot of love. Besides, you said it yourself. That guy was cheating, so it’s only fair he loses a prize or two every now and then.”
Megatron nodded stiffly, his optics following you as you entered the hab-suite.
“I’m sorry-” He started, surprised when you said “Thank you,” at the same time.
“What’re you-” “Why are you-”
You laughed as you both spoke simultaneously again, gesturing for him to start first.
“I- I’m sorry for leaving you at the fair,” Megatron sighed in his usual melancholy tone. “And you don’t have anything to thank me for. Believe me, I should know.”
You grinned, holding back a bout of laughter since you didn’t want Megatron to be offended.
“I’ll admit, I was sad that you left early, but… I wanted to thank you, for a really good night.”
Megatron didn’t respond. Frankly, he couldn’t see how you had a good time with him at all.
“I know the carnival isn’t your scene, but you went with me anyway, and… I love having someone who looks out for me all the time. I think it’s really sweet that you don’t want me to get conned out of my credits, or get hurt on the big rides, or, y’know, die from poison. I love you, Megatron.”
That wasn’t the first time that you had told Megatron you loved him, nor would it be the last, and yet, you always said it at the most unexpected times.
“I… Love you too,” Megatron said haltingly, scared as usual that his vulnerability would lead to a terrible end for the two of you. “Would you like to spend the night here?” He offered.
“Sounds good to me,” You beamed.
