XII.
Linked Through White Poppies
It had been at least two months since her death. Two months since he had spilt the blood of an innocent being with his very servos. Optimus tried to reason to himself that it had been an accident, but even if it was.
It was still all his fault.
He hears the whispers behind his back from everyone in the base, how unfortunate the woman had been and how whatever information she had was lost. Optimus also caught sight of their glances or gazes of pity at him and he wanted nothing more than to just disappear.
Every single day he did his best of proceeding and functioning as if nothing happened because truth be told, she is–was just a human; creatures he sees everywhere around him here on Earth.
Every night he wept and slumbered and would dream about her, how she looks at him with so much anger and hatred, telling him and mocking him when he tried reasoning to her only for him to wake up in his berthroom alone—spark pounding with the energon in his system growing colder.
Other humans had died between the crossfire of Autobots and Decepticons, what makes her so different? Why should she matter above them?
And he knows it was because she bore the mark of the Prime—his mark.
Other than that? Nothing.
He had a meeting in a few joors with General Morshower. Reports about Cemetery Wind's continuous operation through illegal means and how their experiments had turned to them will be discussed on said meeting. The paperwork he needed to finish was complete; read thoroughly, signed, collected, and organized.
One of the Autobots always checked up on him, whether on their own accord or under Ratchet's request. Tho he didn't voice it, the Prime was a little annoyed at that. Ever since he had revealed that she was supposed to be his sparkmate or conjunx endura, Ratchet ran tests and observed him.
Even now, he was under observation.
Besides the feeling of grief that plagued him, Optimus felt fine. He didn't feel her or a link to her, per say. The Prime was merely... drawn to her.
He left the lights on as he laid in his berth. The hologram of Elita One had been safely kept away, he couldn't bear to look at her knowing that his spark yearned for another.
Optimus needed to sleep. He had been very busy lately, and he couldn't even take a break. The Prime had to cram seeing as he kept breaking down and sobbing at the mere image of a certain dead human being.
Today was no better nor was it any different. Tiredness coaxed him into recharge that and when he finally offlined his optics recharge had snatched him, leaving nothing but black ink that spilled in his vision.
Someone—or rather something—calls to him in a hushed whisper.
"Optimus."
When his optics opened, he was in what seemed to be on some sort of hill. Beneath him were little houses that huddled close to one another, but had its own spacing. Somewhere in the distance, if Optimus were to look at it more, he could see a magnificent river that surrounded the area, the sun was peeking through the mountains from the far ends of his sight.
Whether it was the start of a lunar or solar cycle, he didn't know.
As he turned, he noticed he was in someone's property, a vast forest stretched out behind it. The sky on this part was a shade of blue instead of a pink tint on the other side.
It was peculiar.
He walked, careful not to step on the car or any of the little fences that surrounded the area. Optimus noticed his footsteps didn't make a sound, he jumped and there was... nothing.
No sound, no tremor.
He cleared his throat and there was a sound. If that were the case, then why was his footsteps silent? The Prime brushed it off. The lack of sound from his footsteps would aid him in not being detected.
Just where was he?
There was a tug at his spark, his body seeming to push him to move. It was current that he can't push through, so he let himself be swept away. His pedes took him somewhere around the house, his optics wondering. The house was big, floras crawling and climbing on its walls. Optimus couldn't decide whether the house was hauntingly chilling or pitiful in its unkempt state, but with the floras that surrounded the area it, in its own way, was almost... beautiful.
As he continued to let himself be led by his spark, he was lead to the backside of the house where an overgrown garden blooms. Flowers, colorful ones, spread throughout the garden and the mixture of floral and earthy scents hits his olfactory sensor. It was pleasant.
His optics spots movement by the far ends of the garden by the gate that separated it from the vast forest that stood around the property.
Whether it had appeared there or he didn't notice Optimus didn't know.
It was a human with a with a wide brimmed straw hat, it had a white band, and flowers decorated the hat—fake ones. Their hair seemed short or maybe it was held up, Optimus can faintly see strands of dark curls that sprung from beneath the hat. They wore a dress that stopped by their calves, its sleeves were puffy.
The human closed the gates, mumbling by herself as he heard a soft 'click'.
His optics widened as she turned to face him, his body freezing in its place as the edges of his sight blurred when the tears threatened to leak.
Her figure jumps, startled.
In his chassis was his spark, it threatened to burst into millions and billions of stars from joy and disbelief. This has to be a dream as well, it had to be. Optimus braced himself for what's to come—her screams of anger and despair, her wails of asking him why he killed her. The same words fall from his intake.
"Persephone, I'm sorry," He chocked out, saying her name again after so long of referring to her as just a citizen or human, audio box glitching as he fell to his knees and wept. His helm hung low, closing his optics. "I'm truly sorry."
Silence rung out as he dropped to his knees, sitting on cadulen and pedes as he sobbed.
"Well, yeah, you should be sorry for trying to kidnap me from n and sending me to a coma for two months," Her voice was gentle as she laughed. "Other than that, I don't really see any reason why you have to cry like that."
Optimus didn't have the courage to look at her, admitting to himself that he was afraid of seeing her gaze of hatred despite her gentle voice.
"Optimus?" Persephone called out. "Why are you crying? Is everything okay?"
He sobbed. "I didn't send you to a coma," The Prime utters. "I... I killed you..."
There was a pause, a breeze passes over them.
"Killed me?" He heard say slowly, "No, you didn't... I wouldn't be here in front of you if I was dead, right?" Her laughter echoes around him, soothing his dread and anguish. He heard footsteps approcahing him.
There was small hand that touched his knee and hesitantly he opened his optics to look at her.
She wore a white dress, the sleeves were long and puffy and see-through as it displayed the contours of her chassis squished together by a ribbon and the fabric cinching by the waist as it flowed to her calves. Her hat was glued to the top of her helm with a ribbon tied underneath her small face. The curls of her dark brown hair fell and peeked underneath the hat, her tawny skin the mixed between orange-brown and yellow-brown were flushed with life.
However, out of all of that he noticed, her optics were different.
No, they weren't the beautiful dark brown optics he had admired. They weren't even close to that.
It was the color of amethyst crystals and orchid petals when the sun shines on them, the very center of her iris was a burning ball of glass—a star.
And only then did Optimus realize that the tugging in his spark was bringing him to her. The voice that whispered to him earlier, it was hers.
Something about Persephone changed, obviously. It wasn't just the optics. No. There was something more to it. There was an air of power and authority to her, something within him coaxed him to heed her orders. Was this how the Prime's mark worked?
Optimus wasn't entirely sure.
"I truly am sorry," He apologized in dismay. "I understand if it were to take you a long time to forgive me or to never forgive me. However, I wish to let you know that I truly apologize and didn't mean to inflict any harm upon you."
"Stop crying, please?" Persephone said. "I hate seeing you cry. Especially when there's nothing to cry about."
"I killed you," Optimus responded. "Your blood stains my servos because of my carelessness, don't you understand?"
"And I'm telling you that you didn't," She sighed. "If I was dead, would I be here with you?"
He didn't open his intake to speak, he held his glossa as he wept. Why was she like this? Why was she so nice to him?
"Why aren't you screaming at me?" Optimus finds the words leaving him in a shaky whisper, as if waiting for her to finally show him her ire.
"Because even if you did kill me, I would've forgiven you either way," She smiled at him reassuringly. "You are Optimus Prime. I don't really know why, but you are fond of organic creature—specifically humans. I know you would never hurt me... not intentionally, at least."
Persephone snickered, his spark hums in his chest. His body growing light as a weight had been lifted from his shoulder. He wiped the leaks from his faceplates as she pats him on his knee.
Only then does he realize how small she is.
And then, something comes to his processors.
"Back then, I had forgotten to ask as to how you know who I am and the existence of my kind," The Prime asked her as he offered her a servo. "May I ask you to tell me the answer to that? Of course, I will not force you to tell me if you do not want to."
She smiled at him and said.
"It's alright, I don't really see the harm in doing so." Persephone eyed his servo warily before she stepped on it and sat on the middle of his palm. "So, where do you want to start?"
He smiled at her, the purple eyes she possessed still new to the Prime. "From the beginning," He answered.
She nods her head as the gentle and cool breeze blows past them.
"I'm not exactly from you world," Persephone start. "I was from another universe where you and the rest of Cybertron were mere fiction. Catered towards the children. Badass alien robots fighting each other? That's super cool." She laughed and Optimus couldn't help but shiver.
Violence catered to the young at such an early age? Then again. He shouldn't be surprised seeing as to how the human race were merciless if they wanted to.
It was mortifying, to say the least.
"And the franchise you guys are in is called Transformers. The Autobots are the good guys and the Decepticons are the bad guys," The you woman on his palm answered. "I was around nine when I first saw the movies and that was the start of my little crush for two certain cybertronians."
"It was Megatron, correct?" Optimus laughed as he saw her face turn red, his spark sinking. "I wonder who the other one is."
A slight tap on his palm caught his attention as she smacked him. "Don't tease me," She huffed in annoyance. "Yes, it's Megatron and the other one... well... I'm not gonna tell you. I don't exactly want to expose myself, you know?" Persephone smiled shyly. "Anyways, I'm from an alternate world and it was twenty, twenty one there. Everyone had to be indoors all the time because of a plague that had spread around the globe—a pandemic."
Optimus hummed at the information she had said. Does he believe her? He had to take it into consideration, it did make sense given who she is as a person. The possibility of dimension hopping and time-travelling seemed questionable, but then again he didn't have any choice but to believe her until he finds a lie in her narrative.
"I was murdered, you know?" She said catching him off guard.
"What?" He gawked at her, clearing his throat. "Apologies, please elaborate, Ms. Persephone."
"Please, just call me Persephone. What do you say we drop the formalities for now, okay?" She insisted. "And um... I was killed and I don't know if it would be considered first degree or third degree murder."
His insides twists in the most unsettling way it can as she told him how one unsuspecting day, her house was robbed. The spark in his chassis sank when she said she had allowed them to take everything in her house if it meant leaving her alone. How she let her own feline pet escape as she ran, only for her life to end by her own accord.
"I would rather die alone and by my own hands than perish in the hands of lowly people," She said as she pulled the ribbon of her hat and made it loose.
Just then the wind blows, sending her hat flying as a sea of molasses-like curls was sent tumbling down her back that slightly pools on his palm. Optimus caught the hat and offered it to her in which she thanked him as she placed it beside her, securing that it doesn't get blown away again.
"I am sorry to here that such a horrible thing had happened to you," Optimus said feeling helpless. "Is there anything I can do to help you, please tell me. Even if it means giving you aid, even the sparklings–"
"The sparklings... right," Persephone hummed, a distant look on her face. "Would... would I be a bad person if I were to say I never wanted children in the first way?"
The Prime doesn't say anything waiting for her to speak. Despite the distant look on her small face, he can see a mixture of being disturb on it. Her eyes had a glint if frustration. "You can always talk to me if you ever feel the need to," Optimus offered. "I will always do my best to, as you humans say, lend an ear for you."
She doesn't smile as her eyes turned glassy.
"Thank you." Persephone said, closing her eyes as she tilts head upwards with a sigh. "I... Optimus, have you ever had the misfortune of being placed in a position you don't want to but have to step up on that role for the... the 'greater good', as they would say?"
He thinks of the time when he was chosen as Prime. Optimus never intended for such a thing to happen. It was supposed to be Megatron who was crowned Prime, not him. Perhaps, if he wasn't chosen by the Matrix of Leadership to be Prime, would he have still been on Cybertron?
Would it have meant that him and Elita would've lived the rest of their life as Orion and Ariel?
He could do nothing but think of the 'What if's' that the past have promised.
The Prime sighed. "Too many to count, if I was honest."
"I guess we're not to different, then." She laughed slightly, shaking her head. "Oh, um... what do you think of the... the garden?" Persephone's voice growing more quiet as she spoke. Optimus looked around, admiring the varieties of colors and floras that surrounded the both of them.
He smiled at her. "They are beautiful. If I was asked to show one of the most beautiful places on Earth, I would lead them here."
"You... really think so?" A coy smile spreads on her face. "I made this garden."
"You have outdone yourself. The crafts your servos have made is astounding."
"Thank you, I'm flattered."
Optimus chuckled, his spark soaring with every moment that passed by. Especially being near her. His supposed sparkmate. The very being that Primus had given to him.
"If you don't mind me asking," He said. "Where exactly are we?"
She shrugged. "From the looks of it, we're at my house," Persephone answered. "I've almost forgotten what it looked like. I'm glad to be here again, to be honest."
"It is a beautiful sight," Optimus hummed as he peeked inside her estate, his optics only catching glimpses of the furniture inside, the scattered black mass here and there, the black creature that looked outside–
Wait.
What in the Primus's creation is that?
The creature seemed harmless as it stayed within the house. It looked like a reptile, a snake–No. Reptiles didn't have fur. It had ears like that of a canine or maybe a feline. It had a beak of a bird and it's eyes were a circle as its lids were slightly lowered with lashes that stretched out. It formed a star and he could see it from where he sat.
Optimus can tell that the strange creature bore into his very being.
It sent a chill down his back.
He cleared his throat and tore his gaze away from the terrifying being and smiled at Persephone. Her purple eyes seemed to glow.
"Why did your optics changed color?" Optimus asked as he struggled to push away the image of the abomination he saw.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" She inquired.
"Your optics are different," He told the small human that sat on the middle of his servo. "They're purple."
He watched as she grabbed a mirror in her pocket as she gazed at herself in the reflection. "What a strange occurrence," Persephone mused. "First, I get to see you and now my eyes change color." She laughed. "However, I do meant it when I said I forgave you, Optimus."
"What do you mean by 'a strange occurrence'?" He asked. Had she thought this was the workings of her brain or perhaps his processor was merely projecting such a sight to him to help him cope.
His spark sinks at the possibility.
"This, me dreaming of you," Persephone chuckled. "You know, since I do have feelings for Megatron, I sort of expected to see him here with me, but... I don't mind having you around." He brings her closer to his faceplates and only then does he remember how beautiful this organic being is up close.
"I do enjoy your company as well, Persephone." He chuckled as he gently pushed strays of curls from her face when the wind blew, smiling at her. "However, I do believe I am the one who is dreaming."
She steps closer and plants a kiss just a few centimetres away from his dermas. The Prime froze as his eyes widened. His cheeks warmed as the sound of his cooling fans was heard and he hoped it wasn't too loud for her to hear. Persephone giggled, shaking her helm and looked at him with amusement from those lilac optics.
There was a tug on his spark again and he froze. No wonder Persephone seemed different. He knew he was drawn to her because she had the Prime's mark, but this... pull that he felt towards her was similar to when he had held a piece of the cube in his digits. No wonder the cybertronian tyrant wanted her all to himself and went so far as to carry her corpse.
He didn't care about her well being. The Decepticon warlord was distraught because she was a highly valuable asset to him—a weapon. A sense of dread settles within his tanks. It all made sense now, why Megatron was so keen in having her all to himself.
Persephone had become the vessel of the Allspark.
In a sense, she is the Allspark.
No, this wasn't a dream. Perhaps, she was truly alive. Megatron must've faked her death in order to escape.
Where was she currently at? He needed to save her. Otherwise, the Decepticon warlord would continue to use her and he feared what his former brother might do to her if she stops being 'useful' to him.
A sickening feeling crawls all over his form as it bit into his very armour, Optimus found it hard to move—paralysed.
Her laughter engraves itself inside his memory as her voice comes out in a whisper that echoed around him.
"Oh, Orion."
His optics snapped open as he sat up and Optimus finds himself alone in his berthroom, dread clinging on to him.
— ixi —
Coven watched her mother sleep while Ares looked at the three strangers that were stationed by the entrance of the cave, discussing to themselves and paying the family no mind.
Her father had given her a message a minute after he had left.
"You are the eldest among my sparklings. I apologize for putting this responsibility to you, but your carrier is ill. I need you to look after her and your siblings. I shall return as soon as I can."
Those were Papa 's words. His last message to her that showed on their HUD, heads-up display, the moment they had roused from recharge.
Later on, Coven found out through her siblings that they were instructed by their creator to help her out. The three of them were fine with it.
The four of them found some way to kill time. Playing tag, seeing who can throw some pebbles the farthest, and pretty much just did what they can until three mechs walked in the cave.
Coven recognized them, she saw them when they had arrived. That one black mech with neon green lines, she remembered him.
He was the one that called her mother a parasite.
Besides, if they were Papa's friends, then why do they say those things about Mama? Calling her a weak fleshy and wondering what their father saw in her. Tho the other one, the peppermint blue one, would smack them and tell them to show some respect.
Coven didn't know what he meant by that, but either way she loathed the three of them.
She sat there glaring at her "father's friends" when their back was turned. Blackfire and Starfire were by the other side of the bed. Coven didn't know who they were, she didn't know a single thing about them. Not Ares, Starfire or Blackfire knew who these giant people were.
The three of them were tall, maybe as tall as her Papa. But that was alright. Coven can take on all of them, she can do it—for Mama and her siblings.
Papa never said those things about their carrier. He would always tell them how great she was, especially during when she was in a very long recharge. Blackfire and Starfire poked her several times trying to wake her up, but Papa scolded them and said to let Mama rest.
Ever since then, he always kept a close optic on them whenever they were near her.
Coven holds her mother's servo, only to realize how small it was. Now that she thinks about it, Mama was really small and the more she grew the more Mama seemed smaller. Back then, she remembered being the same height as her, now she noticed she was taller than her carrier. The same can be said about Ares.
She wondered when she'd look like her mother.
To a child, their mother is usually their role model and Coven was no exception to that. She looked up to Mama and often wondered at what certain growth rank she needed to be in order to look like her.
One day, she hoped to be as beautiful as her human carrier.
Ares didn't know how to speak to Mama. Not yet. Papa said they needed to access the human's world wide web and at least download the data of the language that Mama was speaking. However, Ares was still trying to download the language. Coven didn't know why what's taking him so long to do so.
Blackfire and Starfire, on the other servo, couldn't exactly download it. They haven't developed the capabilities of going through the thing they called the 'internet', at least that was what Papa said to them. They can properly converse with their creator now, however, it did took some time to do so since Papa had to share his knowledge through their processors.
Coven wondered when Papa would be back. The three mechs scared her, but she had to put up a fight especially since Mama couldn't move well—she was sick.
She just hoped that Papa would come back soon.
Papa had left. At least a solar cycle had passed and he wasn't back. Coven was worried and when she had recharged, she expected to see her creator back.
Unfortunately, he wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Coven wondered just how long she, her siblings, and her mother would have to wait. The pebbles inside the cave had bored her, Ares found a way to make images on the dirt with a stick he had found. The twins were occasionally playing, but they usually were sleeping.
Until their father hadn't returned and their mother was sick. She needed help so the four of them were doing their best to be there for her.
However, Mama hadn't awoken yet. She was still in recharge and Coven could see her smiling in her sleep. She must've had had good dream, the red sparkling was happy for her.
Starfire called out to her, pulling her out of her thoughts. Coven turns her helm and froze. One of them, a peppermint blue colored mech that had multiple spikes—the one that their father had told to get out earlier—had approached them. Shaking, Coven stands and glares at the giant and at the corner of her optics, she can see her siblings doing the same.
Papa told them to protect their carrier.
The spike-filled giant crouches, looking at each and every one of them before its optics moves past them as he huddled closer. Coven thought of ways to stop him, but didn't know how. From behind him, she can see the other two mech's helm turn to them.
Papa where are you?, Coven thought.
There was only three giants and four of them, surely that's enough to take them down, right? If she believed it hard enough, surely she could. Of course she can do it, she has her siblings, after all.
Four was a bigger number than three and they outnumbered them.
A "tsk!" sound came from behind her.
Mama, annoyance in her voice, said. "My children are agitated, I suggest you back off a little."
—ooo—
"Oh, Orion." Persephone mumbled as she laughed, only for her eyes to flutter open. She stilled for a moment before she weakly sat up. Her hands rubbed her eyes as she looked around. The garden of her house was nowhere to be seen, instead the familiar cave she had been in surrounds her.
Her eyes looks down to see the same clothes she wore before she had slept. A frown crossed her lips. For a second, even tho she knew she was dreaming, Persephone hoped that it was true. That she'd be back to her life from before.
She missed it.
Her heart sinks as she snuggled against the covers, a chill went through her body as she coughed.
What a strange dream.
Her eyes fluttered open as she sighed, looking into the distance. Persephone thought that she would actually see Megatron in her dream, after all, he was the only mech in her mind. To see Optimus was so out if the place.
Seeing the Prime up close made her heart flutter, especially when she didn't have to stand in the middle of their argument and almost dying. Megatron was handsome in his own rugged and brute way, but Optimus had a charm on its own.
Persephone pushed those thoughts away as her cheeks warmed and butterflies flew in her belly.
Maybe it's okay to let her crush for the Prime flow. She may have feelings for Megatron, but it's not like he would reciprocate them. Her heart flutters at the thought of both of them.
Talk about first world problems.
Only then did she notice the sparklings that stood in pairs on each side of her bed. They were trembling, but they were hissing at the mech that stood in front of them—standing in a defensive way as if to protect her.
She looked up only to see who it was.
Gone was the fleeting butterflies that swarmed her belly and was replaced by irritation. Why was the behemoth here? Again? The sparklings are afraid and she looked around but she couldn't find Megatron.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance.
"My children are agitated, I suggest you back off a little" Persephone hissed as she glared at the mech, the very same one who called her 'Maker' whatever that meant. "Unless, of course, you want me to tell Megatron that you've frightened the sparklings."
The mech bows stepping back a little. "My apologies, I did not intend to startle you or any of the sparklings."
"Talon!" A deep British voice growled that would have wooed any women had it belonged to a human. A voice that would've wooed Persephone if she had not set her gaze on to Megatron. "Stop bothering the fleshy, lest you desire Lord Megatron's ire."
A shiny black mech with a soft glow of neon green lines steps closer, putting a servo on the peppermint blue mech's shoulder—who's name is Talon as Persephone had learned— with a disapproving look. He was a seeker, with the wings of a jet that perked proudly behind his frame.
Another mech, who also had a black paint job only he was colored in all black and had a bulkier frame, he was a seeker. Only he had the wings not of a jet seeker, but a chopper. The short hardened cape-like blades behind him said so. This one glances at her and glared at her.
"I still don't know why Lord Megatron would even bother with an insect," The chopper says in disdain. "What is possibly peculiar or intriguing about this creature?"
The other seeker glanced to the chopper. And spoke. "Perhaps our master was simply too attach than we come to realize. However he should still be deemed with no less respect if he thinks that much of her."
Persephone had forgotten, mostly because Megatron had been so nice to her lately ever since she had woken up from an almost two month coma, that most Cybertronians didn't exactly get a long with humans.
Unfortunately for her, she was human.
However, if she played her cards right. Perhaps, by some miracle, she can use her position as an advantage. Persephone's beliefs aligned with Optimus's: Freedom is the right of every sentient being. However, she knew when to run her mouth loudly or pick her words carefully.
The latter was the best option, given her status at the moment.
Being Megatron's pet, that is.
"Where is Megatron?" Persephone asked as Starfire huddles to her side like a child seeking comfort, followed by all of the sparklings. "I don't know where he had gone or when he'll return. Did he, at least, tell you something?"
She had to look docile in both mannerism and action, tho being sick did made it hard. Being tough and threatening towards them would've had her be in a position that would discomfort her.
And she didn't really want to raise her voice or leave the bed.
Not with her body weighing more than it should.
"Lord Megatron will be back shortly, surely something as small as you will not cause much trouble–" The mech's words dies in his throat as he turns to her, a look of recognition flashes in his orange optics. "Tell me, organic, have we met before?"
"Not that I know of. What made you say that?" Persephone raised a brow with a sigh.
"Nevermind," He coughed as he looked away for a brief moment. The mech turns back, crouching down and the sparklings hissed at him. "I am Noir, that bloke who disturbed you earlier is Talon and the one in all black is Ironbreaker. Under Lord Megatron's command, we are to protect you in his absence at the moment."
Persephone smiled and responded. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Persephone Villamora, but you can just call me Persephone."
Her smile was ripped away as a fit of coughs escaped her lips and she had a harder time to breathe. Once it passed, a sigh left her lips. Persephone cleared her throat, ridding the phlegm that made her uncomfortable.
Coven was watching the three Cybertronians carefully, Ares was glancing at them every now and then, while the twins took turns in checking with the other near her and Persephone can sense the hostility her children displayed.
Her heart warms and breaks at the same time.
She was touched that they wanted to protect her, but at the same time she loathed that the sparklings had to go through that when she should have been taking care of them—especially in the absence of their father.
Persephone didn't really feel comfortable with these three mechs. She didn't know a single thing about them and it was obvious these people were new characters. The young woman was comfortable with Megatron because she knew who he is as both a person and a character in the franchise. That's why it planted a sense of worry within her when she was not being guarded by the tyrant, as strange as it sounded to her.
Or to anyone, really.
"Why don't the four of you play outside?" Persephone hummed as the sparklings turned to her. "Judging from the light at the opening of the cave, it should be sunny."
"But mama, we have to take care of you! Papa said so." Coven protests, glancing at the three mechs with a wary look.
She smiled at the red sparkling as Ares clicked and chirped beside her. "The four of you are young, your duty is supposed to have fun and enjoy life, not take care of you sick mother," Persephone laughed softly. "Now, go! I'll deal with your father when he gets back, don't worry."
Coven frowns as she looked at each of her siblings, whom were making chirrs and whirrs as if they were whining. "But mama, papa said we shouldn't–"
"And as your mother, please listen to me," Persephone smiled reassuringly. "Your father's friends are with mama, so I'll be fine, okay?"
Reluctantly, her daughter agreed.
"Okay, mama." Coven's shoulders slumped as she spoke to her siblings in their native tongue. One by one they left at such a slow pace. Ares was the last to leave her side.
He chirps beside her, worry in his yellow optics. And for a moment, Persephone believes he was asking if she would be okay alone.
She kissed his forehead, smiling reassuringly at the silver sparkling. "I'll be fine."
Reluctantly, Ares left her side and glanced every now and then at her. Once Persephone was finally left alone with the three Cybertronians, her smile drops as she turned to look at them.
"You know, I find it strange that Megatron had assigned one of his soldiers to look after me and the sparklings," Persephone said softly. "What's stopping the three of you from killing me?"
The chopper, Ironbreaker, laughed. "Ha! I already asked myself that."
Noir smacks him at the back of the head, giving him a warning look which had her laughing quietly. "Please, pretend you didn't hear him said that. On behalf of my ccomrad's carelessness," The black and neon green mech glares at the chopper who merely shrugged. "I would like to apologize for his words."
This time, Persephone laughed loudly.
"No need," She snickered. "No harm done. I've experienced death threats from your kind before, anyway."
"Our new master was hesitant in leaving you, Maker," Talon spoke after being silent. "However, among the rest of us, he is the most knowledgeable with the needs of your race."
"That and he would definitely have our helms if something were to happen to you," Noir added, sitting on the ground. "Also, why do you call her 'maker'?"
"Yeah, what's up with that? I wanted to ask you that before, but Megatron had ordered you to leave," Persephone asked as she tilts her head up in confusion.
Talon sighed. "You see, we were made from human faci–"
"She already knows that. She was there when we told Megatron."
"I already know that. I was there. I was on Megatron's servo at the time."
Noir and Persephone said at the same time, surprising the blue peppermint behemoth of a mech. "Er- right," Talon said. "I assume you've also heard when a being had brought us to life when the human's experiment failed."
"Oh, you mean the greater power that had gifted us with life?" Ironbreaker said, he looks at the human. "It came to us in the image of an insect—a human. Just like you. It told us to destroy and leave no survivors as well as find Megatron and serve him."
"The being appeared small, purple in all of its color. It glowed and it looked like a hologram of some sorts," Noir said as he recalled beside Persephone. "She was somewhat the same height as you." His large digit points at her.
"Me?" Persephone asked, pointing at herself.
"No, maybe that silver sparkling that looks exactly like his sire which is Lord Megatron," Noir answered sarcastically. "Obviously it's you, human."
"What crawled up your ass and died?" She remarked with a roll of her eyes.
"It's good to know that you two know what our maker looks like," Talon laughed. "Now, let me ask you this. Do you guys think that Lord Megatron's pet looks familiar?"
Persephone raised a brow at him. What did he mean by that. Her focus snaps to Noir when he had gasped, a look of surprise his face. Orange optics wide open.
"Oh for frag's sake, don't tell me you squished the fleshy!" Ironbreaker barked.
"No, I didn't you lump." Noir grabs Ironbreaker and shoves the other seeker's helm near Persephone. "Look at her! Who does she look like?"
Persephone jumped at the sudden action.
"Frag me flying," Ironbreaker gasped softly. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Okay, I would appreciate it if you guys told me what this so called being has to do with me," She said as she slumped on to the cushion and sneezed. "My brain is non-existent at the moment."
"You're her," Noir gawked. "You're the being who gave us life… our maker."
Persephone stared for a moment, before she laugh and replied with merriment. "Yah, and I'm the queen of England."
Ironbreaker laughed. "No, you're not! It's some human named Elizabeth."
"She's being sarcastic." Talon said as he patted his companion's shoulder. "It's alright, the rest of us are still learning."
"Look, I'm flattered that you think I'm some sort of entity that brought you to life," Persephone said. "Hell, are you even hearing yourselves? You guys are big and I'm extra tiny... Oh fuck, no, that sounded like a porn title. I meant, you guys are huge and robotic creatures while I'm a small organic being and that alone doesn't sound similar at all, does it?"
Their words in itself were hilarious. It was impossible. After all, if she is a ' higher power' being thingy, then why is that when there were several moments or times she needed that power, she couldn't use it?
The three of them were merely mistaken.
"It does makes sense a little," Ironbreaker said which caught her attention.
"How?" She asked.
"We may have been new to this world and we are still learning, but we already figured you creatures do not take kindly at the appearance of us," the black seeker answered. "However, when you saw us, you weren't even scared. The only reason you were passed was because Talon disturbed the sparklings."
Persephone laughed, before being disturbed by a coughing fit. Afterwards, she cleared her throat and swallowing her saliva. Her throat was dry and she needed water, but she was too shy to ask them.
"Sorry for that," She smiled at them. "I think you forget that I have been with Megatron before the rest of you were even whipped into existence, so, of course, I was used to being surrounded by big metallic and alien beings."
"But you are our Maker," Talon chirped. "I know you are, I can feel it here." He placed a servo on his chassis and points to his helm. "And this, as well."
Noir sighed. "Well, if our maker said she isn't, then we'll just have to go with it... whatever her plan is."
"What? No. No plan, okay?' Persephone said. "And please drop it, I'm not yours or anyone's maker. At least, not that I recall of."
Her gaze fluttered close, mind wondering to a certain warlord and his charming smile only for it move next that presents itself to her: Prime's smile. Persephone blushed at the thought as she wrapped the blanket around herself and over her head.
"Um... guys?" She called out to the three who stopped bickering among themselves.
"Yes?" Noir asked. "Do you require anything?"
"Well, sort of," Persephone answered. "Have any of you handled a human before?"
Ironbreaker barked a laughter. "Besides from the ones you've told us to annihilate? No."
"I didn't–" She sighed. "Nevermind. Anyways, I would like some fresh air, can any if you carry me?"
"Are you out of your processor?" Ironbreaker looked at her as if she had suggested mass genocide. "Lord Megatron will have our helms if any of us were to drop you."
"Don't worry," Persephone reassured him. "Noir and Talon seemed like a good option since they don't seem to mind humans, but I want you to be the one to escort me."
"Why? And what's in it for me?" Ironbreaker grumbled as he crossed his arms.
"I miss Megatron and you remind me of him," She giggled. "Also, by doing that, I'll make sure to put in a good word for all three of you."
Before Ironbreaker can speak, Noir and Talon beat him to it. "Of course, he certainly would escort you," Noir grins.
Talon laughed. "Take one for the team, comrade. We'll come with you, we don't really want to sit here all day and I bet she's bored as well."
The chopper sighed in annoyance from both of his teammates and the human's request. His orange optics glared at her and said, "Fine. However, don't do anything that would cost me my helm or my spark... please."
Persephone chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll guide you, okay?"
She instructed him as she climbed on to the middle of his palm, telling Ironbreaker how high she wanted to be in and always reminding him to be careful since she is fragile. With that, the four of them walked out the cave, the black chopper shielding her from getting wet as they passed the waterfall.
Persephone saw the sparklings looking at her with worry and she smiled reassuringly at them before she was whisked away. The four of them walked to a clearing where the grass was tall. It wasn't too far from the hiding camp at all.
If Persephone looked back and strained her neck, she can see the sparklings.
The fresh air hit her face as it sent a shiver down her warm and chilled body, she sighed in relief. Air hits different from the outside world compared to the one that circulated in the cave.
"I love moments like this," Persephone said as she sat beneath the cloudy sky, the wind blowing subtly growing stronger with each breeze.
Rain would definitely come soon.
"Is there any particular reason?" Talon asked.
"Megatron would always hold me in his servos and talking to him in general made me happy. Now that he's away... I'm not exactly used to not having him around," She answered with a sigh after she briefly sneezed. "I miss his stupid and snarky remarks."
"It seems we now know why our master is so fond of you." Noir chuckled.
She turned her head to look at him with a raised brow. "Oh? Why is that?"
He chuckled. "It's because you're awfully attached to him as he is to you."
"Did you remember Flamestrike sputtering and being a nervous wreck?" Ironbreaker laughed. "He questioned Lord Megatron's orders that benefited the fleshy and almost cost him his life."
"Speaking of, where are the others?" Persephone asked.
"Away," Talon replied. "Most of them went with Lord Megatron to get some supplies, the others were somewhere to guide the other grounders that have yet to come–Wait. That's odd."
Noir walked away, climbing somewhere high to get a better view. Persephone watched as he commented someone. "Flamestrike, which one of you is supposed to be in charge of guarding the eastern sector of the area?" He paused as he listened to the other mech's reply. "Are you sure about that? We haven't seen him making rounds... Yes, we're here."
"The far eastern quadrant seems... barren," Talon said as he looked at the area carefully. "There should be at least seven of us, the other three guarding you and the other four were stationed on North, South, East, and West."
"I'll go scout ahead, see if I run into Highcastle." Noir said as he transformed into a sleek black stealth jet with some neon green lines, but one could barely see them. With that, the seeker took off.
"Will everything be alright?" Persephone asked, worried as she turned to Ironbreaker.
"Hopefully," He answered as he turned and walked back. "Come on, let's get you back insi–"
"Get down!" She heard Talon yell.
Ironbreaker turned slightly and that was the moment everything around her spun. The air was knocked out of her lungs as her back hit the ground. Persephone struggled as she stilled for a second. She pushed her body weakly to a crouching position to let herself breathe easier than laying down.
She heard a faint ringing in her ears and it grew until it drowned out the voices around her. Persephone looked up to see Ironbreaker clutching his shoulder while holding Noir's unmoving form that laid in his grasps as the black chopper bled out, before they were blocked from her sights by Talon as he fret over her. His lips were moving, but she couldn't understand or hear him.
The ringing was still there.
His orange optics widened as she opened her mouth to scream, but all she can hear was the annoying ringing in her ears as a servo pierced through Talon's chassis before it was pulled back only to leave a gaping hole in its place.
His body dropped as he clutched the area of his wound before being shoved away a by something.
Or rather, someone.
Persephone's body froze, her eyes widened with fear
Persephone's body froze, her eyes widened with fear. The cybertronian in front of her towered over her mere human body. His optics were red like Megatron's, only it didn't hold any warmth but instead a coldness that lasted a thousand winters on Earth. The body was patched up, as if it had taken some damage and someone attempted to fix him up and despite all that effort, he still looked like a Dorito.
The ringing stopped.
"–ord and Master had decided to get a human pet in order to entertain himself on this Pit-forsaken planet," The seeker grins mockingly at her. "And a femme one at that!"
She scowled at him. "Interesting how your reputation of patheticness precedes you," Persephone spat at him. "Starscream."
Stars cream laughed with wicked amusement. "Funny how a pathetic human creature calls a superior being pathetic," He smirked at her as he pointed his cannon at her. "How bold of you."
"It takes one to know one," She grins at him.
"You seem headstrong and stubborn enough. I must admire that you've survive Lord Megatron for this long." He scowled at her. "You, feeble insect, are honored to now die by the claws of the true Decepticon second-in-command: Air Commander Starscream!"
"More like Star shit," Persephone laughed before coughing several times.
"I considered giving you a painless and quick death only because you were Megatron's pet," Starscream growled at her. "But maybe it would be best to give you a slow and painful one to teach you a lesson for forgetting how inferior you organics are."
Movement behind him caught her eyes and Persephone can see an approaching cybertronian jet, followed by several other human-made jet. And they were approaching them. Fast. Persephone needed him to stand very still or at least stay where he is.
"Careful, now. Your inferiority complex is showing," Persephone said with a condescending smile. "You're so pathetic and worthless. So worthless that the dirt I tread upon on has more worth than you." She had Starscream where she wanted and he activated his cannon, pointing it to her as it whirred to life, oblivious to the nearing jet.
When Starscream realized something was approaching, he was too late. He hadn't even turned around, only had that faltered look when one would notice something is off, before he was pinned on the ground by a certain Decepticon warlord whom had transformed mid-flight.
The seeker flailed, clawing at his arm but the tyrant held him down as his cannon pointed to Starscream's helm. However, he stopped when he saw who his attacker is.
"Lord Megatron! It truly soothes my worry to see you alive!" Starscream praised happily, but even she can tell that he was only trying to save himself with praises. "Praise the Allspark that you are alive and well and fit to rule again! I am so lucky to have find you, master. I have returned to serve you once again, to bask in your greatness and follow you again as your most loyal servant."
"You dare speak to me like that after you have laid a filthy digit upon my human?" Megatron growled low and dark, before he grabbed Starscream's helm and bashed it.
The other seekers had transformed, one of them taking her gently in his palm as the others surrounded the two as the others went to aid their fallen comrades.
"You think that I would've commended you after you dare lay a digit upon what is mine? I will not tolerate this atrocity!" Megatron roared, his voice which have deepened a few decibels and the violent sight of him had her body hot for all the wrong reasons.
Persephone gulped, hoping to quench her lust for the Decepticon warlord. She was thirsty in both ways.
"Are you alright?" A voice broke her out of her trance. She turned to the source of the voice, which was the mech that held her. He had an orange and maroon color scheme which had complemented his orange optics.
"Yeah, pretty much." She answered, smiling weakly at him. "I'm Persephone, by the way."
"Hi, Persephone," He smiled at her in a way that reminded her of the warm sun that shined so bright. "I'm Flamestrike, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Flamestrike reminded her of a pumpkin.
It reminds her of home.
— ixi —
Red fades from his vision and beneath him Starscream was nothing more but a pile of scrap metal. It was a miracle the traitorous seeker was still alive, however only barely. Megatron was beyond furious. He had expected the three of them to be able to defend themselves and her and yet despite of their shortcomings, Megatron couldn't exactly blame them.
They were up against Starscream, a cybertronian who had centuries of experience in the battlefield and the rest of them were sparked not too long ago.
In the end, he decided that what they did was commendable since they did do their best to protect her.
"One of you break or tear his wings out, I care not about his well being as long as you bind him securely on the edge of camp—alive." Megatron ordered with a guttural growl, as soldier went to retrieve the body and proceeded to tear the seeker's wings from his body without any hints of gentleness. "The rest of you, secure the perimeter once again. Make sure that absolutely nothing goes amiss or I will start taking helms once again."
With that he turns to a plain white Decepticon who was headed towards the three injured soldiers.
"Pulsefire!" Megatron called out to him as the mech looked at him with a bow, awaiting for his commands. "See to it that you give them the proper care that they need."
"As your medic, I will make sure that they will recover in no time, Lord Megatron," Pulsefire nods as he ordered some of the soldiers to carry the injured body back to the campsite.
Megatron looked at the ground, optics searching for the little human whom he had grown so fond of. His spark quickened when he couldn't see any sign of her.
Where was she?
"Megatron."
A weak and soft voice calls out to him from behind and he turns. To his surprise, he sees Flamestrike standing and the mech avoided his gaze as he bowed, raising his servos to show him the very being he sought after.
Her blanket was dirty and so were her clothes, there were scratches on her body and she looked like she would collapse the more she stood up. Swiftly, he cradles her in his servo. "You're filthy," Megatron pointed out as he walked towards the cave as she say on the middle of his palm.
"Yeah, well I was thrown by accident," She said with a smile. "Nothing too serious occurred, thankfully."
"Nothing too serious? Persephone, you almost died." Megatron snapped at her and the smile on her face drops. "Had I been a second too late, you would've been dead, don't you understand? And had the three of them did their job properly, none of you would have gotten hurt in the first place."
"Hey, don't you dare say shit about the three of them," Persephone grumbled as she glared at him. "It all happened so fast, okay? None of us expected Starscream to show up all of a sudden."
"Oh, so you know of Starscream, as well?" The Decepticon warlord hums as he focused in on her. "If so, then I believe you also know of the wretched things he has done and is capable of. Have you forgotten that you're human? You are no match against him, Persephone."
"True, but I was able to hold him right where we both wanted him," She chirped like a sparrow. "Also, on the side note, I wanted to thank you... for saving me again."
He was quiet as he approached the cave, the sparklings rejoicing in his returns as they gathered by his pedes. Megatron chuckled as he placed kisses on their forehelm, before shielding Persephone in his grasps as he entered the cave.
"Go change. I heard that filth also contributes to sickness and I wish to rid you from the illness," Megatron said as he slightly nudged her to her stack of clothes. "I've brought some medicine for you, as well."
"Thank you," He heard her murmur.
Persephone leans on to the box as he assisted her in taking the means of clothing she desired before she signalled for him to put her down by tapping one of her little organic pedes twice.
He settled her gently on the ground as he showered the sparklings with affection, playing with each of them as their laughter echoed within the cave.
Movement caught his attention from the corner of his optics and he turned to it, only for him to see Persephone undress. A lump forms in his throat as he takes in the sight of her.
Red optics gravitate towards the skin on her neck, as she pulls her thick curls of hair into a messy bun, and tying it with her own hair. It was clear and it looked smooth, he wondered what it felt like touch it.
Perhaps, it was because of how he always handled his enemies by ripping out their vocal chords or tearing their head clean off of it's body. Because he wanted to wrap his digits around her neck, feeling the warmth of her flesh.
He wondered what it would feel like to... place a kiss upon her throat.
Persephone possessed sloping shoulders as well as arms that were between thin and fit as her fingers untangled itself from her hair. Her chassis, the mound of soft-looking flesh that clung to it, were perky. Humans called it breasts. They were a little small, proportionate to her upper body but they would jiggle when she moved. The nipples of her breasts were small as well, however they were erect.
It was probably due to the cold temperature but he felt the tingling urge to... suckle upon them. Maybe
even grab them in his grasps and gently hold them. Was it as soft as it looked? When it perked, would it turn hard like rock?
Would it hurt her? Hopefully, not. He yearned to know and Megatron find the motions of her breast fascinating—hypnotizing.
Her waist was cinched and her hips were wide. Wider than her upper body, reminding him of a peach. Peaches were sweet, as most humans said. So, he wondered if she would taste as sweet as one if she offered him the opportunity to ravish her.
Her hips were wide and he could see the so called "love handles", but Megatron didn't understand why they called it that. He could see the slight slit of her core and he had the urge to run his digits through that particular area of her flesh to see how she would react.
A mixture of curiosity and astonishment whirled within him that fuelled his... lust for her.
She turned to look for something, her rear end facing him, showing off how round, big and plump yet firm her rear end was.
Persephone's legs were short with her tibulen, or thighs as the humans would call it, having more fat that complimented her body, giving her that petite form that Megatron found adorable.
She was, perhaps in both cybertronian and human standards, beautiful. To him, she is beautiful. He then saw that, even if humans were inferior, they were most likely similar.
The curves of her body alluded him as he burned each part of her in his processor.
Humans were pathetic and vile, ugly to its very core. Persephone is human, even if she had become the vessel of the Allspark, her body was still human. In a sense, she is pathetic and vile and, perhaps, out of all them she was the most ugliest thing that rots. And Megatron finds himself attracted to her layers of ugliness; layers of her humanity.
In his optics, her kind was despicable, but not her.
At first, when he saw her bare, it did nothing but peak his curiosity.
However, the more he looked at her bare form, it made him feel things in the long run. He desired to know what ticks her off and if she would be able to perhaps voice her delight similar to a female cybertronian.
The all too familiar sparks of carnal lust settles within him when he sees her bare and he couldn't deny that she alone was seductive.
Whether she was bare or clothed, he was attracted to her. To see her naked... it awoken something in him. As if he was a beast that wanted to tear her apart and eat out her heart in the most gentle way possible. Cradling her in his claws as he savoured every inch and piece of her.
Megatron didn't know that it was possible to feel the burning desire of wanting to be held by her, entangled in limbs of flesh and metal.
He had several partners in the past and he had plenty of experience with them, whether they were a one time thing or secret relationships that eons ago. But Cybertronian interface was different than that of a human, right?
It's not like their chassis were able to split apart and have their sparks connect for a brief intimate moment of time.
And on the subject of their interface organ, Megatron was definitely sure that she and him were incompatible. She was too small and he was too huge, her human body would tear and split in half if the both of them attempted to do it, unless of course he was able to do it in his other holomatter avatar's form.
He wasn't sure if Shockwave had implemented such trivial thing. And Megatron couldn't just ask him, the scientist was offlined during their time in Chicago.
Despite this, his thoughts wanders off to her and he can't help but admire her beauty. He know she doesn't do it on purpose, but every single time he sees her naked, he sometimes feel like she does it to show herself to him.
Purposefully stripping and showing him how much she trusted him with not only her vulnerability, but her life and soul as well.
Either way, it wasn't as if she would allow him to go near hear like that.
The touching of the body with no covers of cloth or fur was intimate and even sacred for them, but it was only available to their chosen mates.
He snapped out of his trance-like state when Persephone had done whatever ritual she did, she swiftly slipped into her clothes.
Megatron looked away as he relaxed—when had he become so tense?—and went through the subspace in his chassis to retrieve the medicine he had gotten for her.
"Megatron," Persephone softly called out to him from behind. When he turned, his spark dropped. In that oversized dress shirt and some shorts, she looked so frail and fragile especially when she had been leaning on the box for support. "Could you help me get to bed?"
"Of course, sweetspark,' He smiled gently at her as he went over to her, crouched down, before gently scooping her in his grasp. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit," She answered as he tucked her into bed. Megatron glanced behind him and when he saw none of his soldiers were present, he activated his holomatter avatar—the one that looked like a human.
Persephone laughed softly. "I still can't get over the fact that you have such a handsome holoform, you know?"
He looked at her as he grabbed two water bottles from one of the stash and took out one of the medicine she needed with a smirk. "Oh, you think my holomatter avatar is handsome?"
She grins and he noticed the cracks on her lips. Did she not get enough water? "In both human standards and my standards, yes. Yes, your holoform is indeed handsome."
Megatron laughed, feeling his cheeks warming as he opened the bottle of water before offering it to her. Without skipping a beat, Persephone downed the whole thing without any pause. Once she was finished, she sighed in relief and wiped her lips.
They were still cracked, but they weren't dry anymore. He takes the empty bottle and placed it down beside her berth before sitting down.
"Did they not cater to your needs while I was away?" Megatron asked calmly as he gave her the other water bottle and the medicine. "From the looks of it, you're obviously been deprived by water and food."
"That's not the case," Persephone answered. "I... they weren't really able to cater to my needs since I was too shy and apparently I had slept the whole time you were gone."
"If you are to need something, please tell me or the soldiers that I've ordered to take care of you," Megatron said as she read the letters on the foil before popping one of the pill off its container and putting it at the edge of her glossa before gulping down water.
Afterwards, she looked at him and said with a sheepish smile. "I was too shy to ask. I'm sorry."
"Too shy to ask?" Megatron raised a brow at her and she chuckled before nodding her helm. "Too shy? Persephone, you are more valuable than anything and I will not allow you to suffer... not when I can do anything about it."
"I know you mean well, but I doubt they know the basic human necessity," She replied. "I'm comfortable around you because I know you. I don't know them. Not one bit."
"You know me, hence I am predictable to you. Is that it?" Megatron asked. "Is that why you sticked around... because to you, I am an open book?"
The human femme sighed. "No... it's more than that," She answered as she set the empty bottle by her lap before setting her servo on to his. "The reason is... well, it's hard to express."
Megatron removed the empty bottle and set it beside the other empty one, before turning his attention to her. He turned his servo, so hers would fall in his grasp. Her servo, soft and fleshy, was small. He raised it to his dermas as he planted a kiss at the back of Persephone's servo.
"I do not mind listening to your reasons," Megatron purred as he smiled at her. "But for now, you must rest. Hopefully, with the medicine, you would heal faster."
Persephone only smiled as he gently settled her servo on her lap. "Would you stay a little longer, please?"
He smiled at her. "Of course, I see no reason as to why not. However, I wish to ask a question." Megatron grins at her. "Is it true that humans are comforted by being 'cuddled' and is it true that people who are sick tends to have a 'freezing' feeling?"
She raised her brow before hesitantly answering, "Yes to both." Persephone explained, "The reason people who have a fever tends to have chills is because their body temperature rises. Why do you ask?"
His grin stretches wide. The berth he had stolen was big enough for two humans and Megatron took her in his arms as he moved her to give him some space. He disabled the apparel of his pedes as he slid underneath the covers.
Megatron laid as he maneuvered her gently to lay on his chassis, supported her by his arms as he held her. She looked up at him. Persephone was adorable, despite already having a small holomatter avatar, she was still small.
He gave her a bashful smile. "Is this better?"
Her cheeks reddened as she averted her gaze to the side. "Not that I'm complaining, but what made you think of cuddling with me?" Persephone asked.
He noticed her heartbeat had quickened as her breathing slowed, as if she was controlling it. Her body was a little tense. Did he do the wrong thing.
Megatron cleared his throat.
"I... I thought that you might like it," He said as he looked away and suddenly finding the ceiling of the cave interesting. "I've looked up and saw that a human desires physical contact and communication with other humans, so I thought that this would be the best option," Megatron turned his gaze back to her and locking eyes with her. "Is it not to your liking?"
"It is," She said. "I just... didn't think that you would do something for me."
He chuckled as her form relaxed in his arms. "Expect more from me," Megatron boasted. "After all, you are my favorite human."
"I wasn't aware that you were susceptible to favoritism." Persephone chuckled. "But I am honored to be your favorite."
He smiles pridefully at her and she only rolled her eyes.
"You should rest," Megatron cooed. "I shall be with you when you've awoken."
"What about the gathering for the night?" She asked.
"Supposedly, it should've been held last night. However, seeing as I was away, I had figured to host it for tonight." Megatron replied as kissed the crown of her helm. "That is why I tell you to rest, so that you can accompany me later."
"Accompany you as your pet?" Persephone asked and he sensed the sorrow in her voice. "I don't mind... I am a human, after all."
"Who said you were a pet?"
"I just assumed I was."
He held her closer. "No," Megatron answered softly as he cupped her face in his other servo. "You are neither my pet nor anyone's. We are equals."
"Equals?"
"Of course."
"That's great," Persephone slurred as she snuggled into his chassis with a smile on her face. "I'm glad that you... actually don't see less of me."
"You know everything about me," He answered as he let her bury her face at the crook of his neck, her warm breath reassured him that she was alive. "And I may not know everything about you, but you are the only being I can trust."
He waited for her response.
Nothing.
He pulled back a little to look at her, only to see that she had slipped into recharge. That was fast, much to his surprise. Megatron smiled at the being in his arms, the serene look in her face eliciting a warmth in his chassis.
The Decepticon warlord holds her close once again as he allowed himself to recharge beside her.
Cybertron was gone. It was left into ruins and it was dead. For centuries, he had searched the galaxy for the Allspark, in hopes of reviving his planet, which lead him to Earth. He was presented with the opportunity to resurrect his home, but it was ripped from his grasps.
Now, he was blessed by some higher power with soldiers. Perhaps a way for him to achieve his goal. But now, he realized that Cybertron wasn't his home anymore.
If anything, Cybertron is just a place that he had preferred to be in. A place where he wanted to take her and their sparklings to see his planet of origins. Because he found his home in the embrace of a small and tiny human, as weird as that sounds.
To Megatron, Persephone is his home.
End of Chapter XII
Hi! Alright, before ANY of you come for my head, let me explain. I am so sorry that I was gone for so long. Had received my 2nd dose of vaccine at around September but had a fever, which sucked ass.Then afterwards, I had to tackle writer's block. So, while that happened, I focused on inktober. All the while wondering how the hell I should write this chapter ajdjskskskaka, but I managed! UHope you guys enjoyed this chapter! See y'all on the next one!—Stwawbewwy