Megatron: Listen, if I need to dispell my charge that bad, I’ll just seduce the least threatening of all these Autobots. It might not be a lot of fun, but it’ll do the trick and I won’t have to worry about any surprises.
Megatron, hours later: HEY QUICK QUESTION WHO LET THIS FUCK MACHINE™ BE SO GODDAMN CUTE AND HARMLESS LOOKING BECAUSE????????
Crying Robots Power Hour / Transformers: The End Bumblebee! I re-use a lot of Matrix design aesthetics for him but oh well. He’s cute.
Here he is to scale with the depressed warlord he adopted.
I keep looking at this and all I can think of is Bumblebee’s voice going “This is Megatron. He’s sad.” and Megatron softly grumbling because, I mean, he’s not wrong.
Vos: “I could feel his hot ex-vents on me as he held me close, his optics focused on my scope as he began to take aim…” Tarn: *groans*
Vos: “His servos were so strong and firm, unyielding as he gripped me tightly…” Tarn: *quiet whimpering*
Vos: “Megatron fingered my trigger softly, gently, waiting for the right moment before roughly squeezing it tight to fire my–” Tarn: *garbled static wheezing noises* Vos: ♡
For @tinyfiestyrosiekitten and @darklordofcutlets because I know what you guys are about and what you’re about is an AU where Megatron is a rifle, and a human Orion really likes firing him off. Everything after first paragraph under the cut.
Gun. Part One of Perhaps More.
The first thing that registered to Megatron’s static-laden senses as he came back to fully online status was that everything hurt. A persistent, full-body prickling, aching sensation- the residue of stunning energy, which explained why…well, nothing seemed to be working right now. His core systems came first, but his sensory suite was muffled, every last mobile part of him seemingly unresponsive.
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