Megatrons regret after so many loves he's taken in his past. Finally, it's time to reflect after what he's done to all the bots he's k1ll3ed, t0rtur3ed, and torn to pieces. Since his old friends death has brought him some sorrow.. seeing him sacrifice himself for the greater good of cybertron. He takes some time to himself in the solace of the mountains in the depths of cybertron, away from everyone, so he himself doesn't cause any harm. Being controlled by unicron had given him a change of heart, finally listening to Prime's words about peace.. Finally, he was free from his grip but lost all he could've gained...
PLEASE PLEASE OLEASE A MEGATRON WHEN HE WENT BAD X KINDEST AUDOBOT— where he tries to convince them to join him on his side but the reader wasn’t sure and there’s a sudden confession but they still refuse as it’s wrong!
THE READER CAN BE ANY GENDER!!
thank goodness I found someone will make a transformers x reader. I saw this movie and needed fics of it so bad
Authors note: Love this idea can't believe this has been in my inbox this whole time like girl forgive me 😔😭 @scribble0rat
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“You don’t belong with them.”
Megatron’s voice rumbles like thunder, low and persuasive, his optics glowing dimly in the shadowed ruins. “They take your kindness and use it as a shield. As if you owe them that light.”
You flinch—not in fear, but in frustration. “I choose to be kind. It’s not something they take from me.”
He steps closer, heavy footsteps echoing through the hollow metal corridors. “And what do they give you in return? War? Sacrifice? You could be more, so much more—with me.”
You glance away, struggling to breathe evenly. You’d heard the stories. Whispers of Megatron’s rebellion. His fall. His vision twisted into something cruel.
But this… this was the Megatron you remembered—the one with fire and purpose. And still…
“You’ve changed,” you say softly. “You used to protect. Now you conquer.”
“And you still believe there’s a difference?” he snaps—but it’s not anger. It’s desperation.
Then… silence.
He lowers his voice. “I didn’t want to say it like this. Not now. Not like this.”
A pause, then: “I care for you, deeply. I always have.”
Your spark falters. “Megatron…”
“I would burn every star in the galaxy if it meant keeping you safe.”
Your optics widen, voice cracking as you step back. “But safety built on destruction isn’t safety at all. I can’t follow you down this path. No matter what I feel.”
He stares, stunned.
“Even if… you felt something for me too?” His voice is almost a whisper now, rare and raw.
You nod, slowly. Sadly. “Yes. Especially then.”
He looks away, jaw tightening. For once, the warlord seems… human.
“I see,” he murmurs. “Then I’ll fight for what I believe in. But I won’t raise my blade against you.”
You want a Megop au with weird plot I’ll give you a Megop au with weird plot(no one asked)
Ok so it’s Tfa and his repair crew gets scattered by the space bridge explosion and end up on earths moon. On the dark side of it they find a shipwreck so they investigate, cautious and slow. As they enter they notice there’s a weird amount of white flowers somehow growing from nothing all along the walls. Whatever, they continue. Into a specific chamber they go and there’s a corpse in there, sitting on its knees, head slumped forward. It’s Megatron, Optimus recognizes the frame from his history videos. Flowers cover his what looks like dead body. Then as the bots get closer he sits up a bit. His eyes are dull and hopeless. The Autobots freak out and run. Megatron’s sigh is heard echoing through the ship, hopeless and exhausted. Everyone’s back on the ship but eventually Optimus feels the overwhelming curiosity to see Megatron again. He had questions. So he heads back into the shipwreck when no one’s looking and approaches Megatron slowly. He was intimidated for sure but Megatron didn’t seem as intimidating in such a sad state. Megatron senses him enter and sighs and looks up. His eyes go wide with sorrowful horror. He cries out in pure grief. To Megatron, Optimus reminds him too much of his deceased sparkbond. Kiloton
Megatron’s grief is like an infection. It spreads rapidly like a shockwave. Soon, Optimus is feeling a terrible sparkache and he can feel himself crying. He can’t understand the grief but he’s just so sad, as if he’s lost someone. Megatron is hunched more now as tears fall which causes his body to shake as he sobs, and his tears are mirrored to everyone affected by his overwhelming grief.
Optimus wants to help because Optimus is the goodest boy. He doesn’t understand Megatron’s sorrow but will try.
And the story may dramatically unfold. Optimus sort of being like therapy to the absolutely shattered Mech. Then bam, he catches feelings when Megatron musters the strength to leave the room he’s been rusting away in.
This will be continued more often istg I kinda like it. But I’m sleepy. Also, this au will be called Mourner Megatron and is inspired by Hollow Knights grey mourner.
I’ll probably make more storyline and little scenarios to come. But I need sleep
Optimus dared to reenter the ship when his crew had busied themselves with trying to figure out how to get back home. The shipwreck creaked eerily and had a sad sounding echo to it all. Optimus peeked around the corner into the chamber in which the Decepticon leader sat. Megatron looked up a bit and just stared at Optimus with such grief it hurt his chest. Megatron then cough, white petals stained with pink Energon escaping past his lips. When the coughing ceased Megatron kept eye contact. He looked pained.
“You’re not him. You never were. Oh… why…”
His head drops again. Optimus can feel tears slipping down his face in synch with Megatron’s. But he kept his voice steady as he dared to speak to the giant con.
“You are Megatron. The Decepticon warlord,”
Megatron scoffed and Energon trickled down his lip. He lifted his thumb and wiped it but the claws at the ends of his fingers just scratched himself and added more bleeding. He didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“Not anymore. I’m just like I was before. Nothing and no one,”
It sort of chilled Optimus to hear him speak. His voice sounded exhausted and thick with deep sorrow. Optimus dared to step closer.
“What happened to you?”
Megatron just stared at him. As if he was shocked by the question. He didn’t answer. Megatron shifted a bit and the pale blooms caused a pollen dust storm at the slightest movement.
“I’ve lost everything”
Optimus could only gape. Megatron let out a sad chuckle. His laughter shook his shoulders weakly and the pollen created a fog.
“If they saw me now… how disappointed they must be in me…”
And he just laughed. There was no humour at all but Megatron just leaned back and laughed. Tears fell but it was truly from his deep sorrow. Optimus didn’t know what to do and grieving feeling he didn’t understand was going to suffocate him. So he fled and the strange infection-like sadness left him too. He looked back into the shipwreck once and could hear the faint sad laughter echoing through it. Hesitantly, Optimus went to reunite with his crew. He would go back soon. He needed more information. Curiosity would be the death of him
A perspective excerpt to inspire my Mourner Megatron au. Optimus Primes point of view.
Crash landing on this pale rock was quite unexpected. Finding a shipwreck on the shadowed side of it was even more unexpected. Curiosity got the best of us all, some more than others of course. But the most unexpected thing of all was the leader of the decepticons body found within the wreckage, amongst the strange pale blossoms that grew on pale vines on the walls. According to my history videos, Megatron was the fierce leader of the anarchic Decepticons. He was greedy and power hungry with a bloodlust that was never satisfied. But the Decepticons had been defeated and cast out. It is unknown what happened in their exile. So he couldn’t even guess what had happened to the Decepticon leader to have him dead and overrun with these blooms. He was sitting on his knees, hunched forward a bit and head hanging. He was a bit rusted and faded. Dusty too, as if he’d been dead for decades. Or so I thought. A crackling sound from the huge mechs spine was heard as he lifted his head. Dull and woeful eyes brushed across the Autobots and everyone was shocked. Some screamed and some gasped but I was too shocked to pinpoint who was saying what. We ran but the Decepticon leader didn’t move. A sigh rung through the shipwreck, thick with grief and exhaustion, a sigh that gripped your spark with cold but weak hands. As we regrouped in the ship, questions were being thrown but I could barely hear them yet again. What in the allspark has just occurred?
