Baby I'm Yours
Reformed!Megatron x human!reader
I think reader is GN? Def racially ambiguous
It's kinda left up to the reader what version of Megatron this is, but I was thinking of/inspired by @revelboo's version of MTMTE/Lost Light's Megatron 🩷
SFW and fluffy with bits of angst
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You swayed slowly as you hummed an old tune, right arm stretched out with your hand clasped in Megatron's left servo, his other gently resting on your ribcage.
While sitting on his desk, you had been humming a song to yourself and gently moving to the beat, when he asked about human dancing. So after he mass-shifted, you had introduced him to the simplest form of human dancing you knew. You guided him in how to place his hands and encouraged him to relax enough to move with the music. The dance style was intimate, but you tried to maintain some distance between your bodies, if only for the sake of your nerves. Now you were alternating between humming and softly singing lyrics to that sweet song you remembered from Earth as you rocked from side to side.
"...And I'll be yours, 'til the mountains crumble to the sea..." the words fell from your mouth as you stepped away to twirl, right hand still in his, only to return to his hold.
You looked up to offer a small smile, hoping this was entertaining the mech. He was already looking at you, a wistful expression on his face.
"You humans have much more complex optics when viewed up close," he said lowly.
You tipped your head to the side and smiled. "We call them 'eyes,'" you responded, playfulness dappling your tone.
You continued to hum before he spoke again. "Your eyes look deep, like I could leap inside. They seem like portals to another world."
You stilled at his words, and he leaned closer to you. The eye contact and proximity made it hard for you to breathe and you became aware of a whole new level of intimacy.
Then, he looked down. At your lips? Surely not. But then he released your hand and brought the servo which had been holding it to your side, and he inched closer. And closer...
You realised you were unconsciously leaning in as well. Then eyes and optics both fluttered shut as lips and dermas met softly.
His servos and arms moved to encircle you, drifting slightly lower, and his grip became firmer. For a moment, all your thoughts halted, and your palms rested on the metal of his chest.
Then, you became catastrophically self-aware again. With a spark of panic, you broke off the kiss to hide your face against his chest.
His hold on you loosened, as if to allow you room to escape, but you didn't want to move away. His embrace felt safe and soothing; you just needed to pause for a moment.
"Little one?" he murmured, a hint of concern in his tone.
You felt embarrassed. You had pulled away without thinking, and you felt you definitely owed him an explanation.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said softly into his chest plates. You decided to just be out with it.
"I've never done that before." And if you didn't before, you definitely felt a wave of heat at your face now.
His tone was mild. "What? Kissed someone?"
You pulled away slightly to look up at the big mech. You were met with optics which held a flicker of... Uncertainty?
You averted your eyes before responding. "No, I haven't..." you said, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his armor plating to relieve the akwardness you felt.
His servos shifted up, now loosely resting near you shoulder blades, higher than they had been even during the slow dancing. You looked back up to see a whisper of pain and sadness on his face.
"You are too innocent for me," he murmured.
"I'm not that innocent!" A note of incredulity slipped into your voice.
He looked down at you again. His response came out smoothly at first, then slipped into a near-growl by the end.
"I mean no offense. But you do not know who I am, or what I've done."
"I know what I've seen. I know my own experiences. You saved my life!"
You had been abducted from Earth by another Cybertronian, and kept as a pet. Or a plaything, more like. They had no idea how to care for you and clearly took you on a whim, just wanting a defenseless creature to mess with. Megatron had found you by chance. "Humans are not fit to be kept as pets. They are intelligent, sentient," he had growled to your inept keeper. You hadn't been sure why at the time, but they had clearly regarded him with fear and intimidation, so they easily handed you over when he extended his servo to take you. You remembered what he had said when he departed from them. "Do not worry, little one. You are safe now." And you were.
You brought your mind back to the present, and Megatron's brow was furrowed, his optics screwed shut. A low sigh escaped him.
"They may not have taken you if I had not encouraged disdain for organic life in my followers."
"But it was still their choice. And you're different now," you responded firmly.
You continued in a softer tone. "You are always kind to me, and gentle." His optics opened again slowly.
"I do not deserve you," he murmured, voice rumbling.
You pursed your lips. "That word - 'deserve' - I don't like it. It's so subjective."
He looked at you intently, like he was trying to understand, so you went on.
"By some philosophical metrics, none of us deserve anything good that happens to us." You reached up to stroke the bridge of his nose, and despite his previous protests, he shuttered his optics and slightly leaned down into your touch.
"I prefer to aim for maximising the good things in the universe. Sometimes, or even often, that means pursuing justice, and trying to determine just what it is that someone deserves... But not always."
Your finger came down from his nose and traced his dermas, and they parted when you made contact with them. His optics opened again and met your eyes.
"You are far too compassionate towards me," he rumbled.
"I'm just a big believer in people having the capacity to change. It doesn't always happen, but I admire it when it does. It takes more strength to admit you were wrong and change course than it does to have the correct course from the beginning."
Megatron took your hand in his servo and pressed a kiss to it.
"Could I be allowed this?" He seemed to be asking no one at all, and yet also the entire universe. Any being who might be listening, or perhaps the eternal sparks and souls of those whose deaths he had brought about.
You reached to pull him down for another kiss. "That's up to me. And I say yes."















