Sorry for the short update but school is a little hectic. My time management is whack ashshahag. I'll make it up to you guys next time.
Also warning, I wrote some slightly cringey quotes. The italisized to be specific.
And thank you, Daft Neko! I'm glad you enjoyed my fanfic and that it helped you go back to the fandom.
Also thanks to Lucu! I'm glad you fucking love it :3
Don't worry, Drakena. I'm going to continue this story hehehehe
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Je Te Laisserai Des Mots
By Primus she's adorable.
"You want to know what my favorite poem is?" She asked, coughing afterwards.
The warlord activated his holomatter avatar, standing before her in all his glory, noticing that compared to him Persephone had grown weaker than before.
"I do," He says, smiling softly at her, "It would help me... understand you more."
Persephone was silent for a moment, eyes wandering as the gears in her head moves. "Your mother is in the habit of offering more love than you can carry. Your father is absent. You are a war. The border between two countries. The collateral damage. The paradox that joins the two but also splits them apart."
"I have not heard of such a thing before," Megatron says, "but it is a masterpiece if I am honest."
"I know right? That poem really spoke volumes to me, especially the fact that my father was nowhere to be seen," Persephone gushed. "God, you should read Milk and Honey. It's a book filled with poetry. I think you'd love it."
Her voice was alluring.
And he sees the spark in her eyes, as if she remembered something. "It's not exactly a poem but more of a quote. It's from Donna Tartt," She says to him, "Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it."
"And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?"
"You know that?" She asked.
He chuckled. "I am familiar with it. You humans have... quality in your literature."
"Oh, would you like me to read you some poetry?" Megatron watched her pull out a red book from underneath her blanket. "I asked Shockwave to give me this from the things I bought to occupy myself with. Don't get me wrong, I love my phone especially with the weird fact that it's up to date with the shit that happens in my timeline, but I do love a book or two."
He still had to oversee the progress in planting the device on the human girl to ensure that none of the Autobots detect an energon signature from the device. Not only that, he still needed to make sure to divide the rations of energon in his possession for his comrades.
There's this look on her face that Megatron can't help but feel his body go warm. Wide purple optics stares at him as a smile of excitement spread upon her lips, holding her book while she waits for his answer.
He thinks for a moment, before he decides.
The war can wait.
Right now, he just wanted to indulge in her. "I don't see any harm in you reading your human poetry to me," Megatron chuckled.
Persephone cautioned, "I'm going to warn you, it's mostly love poems–"
"Get on with it."
"Ito na nga, teka!"
He rolls his eyes at her, laughing softly at her response.
She clears her throat before she recited.
"It's like heartbreak
But instead my heart had been stretched
It stretched until it borderline breaks
And the cracks of my heart creaked
It left a feeling of dread
An infinite despair In its wake.
I dare not love again
Dear god I cannot do it again"
Megatron looks at the words printed on the pages, observing the way her lips moved when she read. They formed shapes and moved adorably as she spoke.
He jumps when she turns to him, smiling. "What do you think about that?"
The warlord looks away for a moment before responding. "I suppose the author had experienced some sort of sadness," Megatron hums. "It could be due to their mate separating from them."
"Or it could be about finding someone new but being afraid of falling in love into a situationship." Persephone offered.
"That too."
"Right? Alright, on to the next one!"
She flips through the pages, fingers moving in such a hypnotizing manner. A soft "Aha!" emits from her, making the warlord chuckle.
"There are various things that matter some more, some less
But upon this universe there is only you.
There are million lines, billion threads, all tangled up in a mess.
However, I find the strings of my heart leading to none other than you."
Persephone turns to him, a soft smile on her lips.
She cocks her head to the side, looking up at him curiously. Sure the energon made the veins beneath her skin glow, but she was still—to Megatron, at least—lovely to look at.
If he was honest, Persephone looked bewitching. The occurrences on her body had made her even more... beautiful.
Beautiful?
The warlord stares at her for a moment.
She is indeed beautiful.
Stray curls falls softly on her face, her hand reaching out to him as she placed it on his faceplates; putting down the red book on her lap.
"Megatron?"
"Yes?" He instinctively leans into the abnormally warmth of her servo.
"I asked what you thought of the poem."
He smiles at her, his digit touching the primitive data pad. "That one." Megatron taps the book, the poem she had read to him written on the paper. "I like that one."
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
A curious, confused glitter blooming in her purple optics. The look on her face makes him chuckle, the way her eyes inspected as if she was attempting to pull out an unspoken answer from his face.
She paused. "Really?" Her thumb running over the harsh edges of his face, leaving trails of electricity in its wake. "You... really liked that?"
"Yes." Megatron replied, his servo almost engulfing her face when he cradled her head. "I do, little one."
She leans closer to him, a smile on her face. "I do too." And then the loss of warmth on his face stuns him as she flips through the pages once more. "Oh, I found another one!" Persephone cheerfully says, before clearing her throat.
"I sometimes get confused by our different timelines
I struggle to understand how people could simply say mean things about someone when they have completely changed.
Then I remember that every version of you is contained in that little head of separate people that you encounter.
I remember hating someone so much because they had teased me to the point I cried, and carried that hatred until now.
I remember treating someone kindly, how I tried to handle things in a diplomatic manner, only for them to assume that I could easily be taken advantage of.
But what hunts me
Is when I look back to who I was then
I do not recognize her—she's a completely different person
And then I realized how naive, stupid and gullible I was to have fallen in love with all of those boys who said they loved me simply because they gave me a glimpse of what love can be
But right now
In my current timeline
At the present nothing makes more sense other than me falling hard for you
Because I've gone through enough puzzle pieces to know that something about you just fits me right
But in a few years from now or less, I'm terrified that you would look back and think:
What made me even love her in the first place?
So, what if that's it?
What if you just remember me at my worst, teaching you what love shouldn't be?
That a version of myself, rotten and ugly, is the only thing that exists in your head?
And because of that, you'll love the next person more."
She closed the book and said, "That sounds... it really hits close to home. Persephone's lips quivered as she bit the bottom part, her eyes darting to him with a slight panic in them. "You would never replace me... right?"
"Never," He immediately reassured her
Persephone had offered to read him poetry and who knew that he would find a different version of her through that?
When she spoke, Megatron did not hear her. Only her voice. Her voice was sweet, that was the first time he had heard her voice sound like that. It was soft, almost as if she was reading her feelings to him—confessing her spark out.
Obviously she isn't.
But if it is, then was this her way of saying she wishes to stay beside him forever? He thought that he had made it clear before that he intends to have her by his side—for as long as she lives.
He thought at that point it was obvious. But Megatron couldn't really blame her.
Humans often need reassurance of their roles and position in someone's life, and because of her humanity Persephone is insecure; always looking to him for guidance with that wide-eyed innocent look on her face and her pouty lips.
His spark had hummed in its chamber, the sound of her voice saved into a file within his memory core. Where no one but him could ever access.
Megatron could not imagine Persephone looking at anyone else with that sweet fond look that she gives him. The thought that she had looked at someone like that before made him... jealous.
He wasn't in love. Megatron was sure of that. After all, being in love should make a person strong.
But Persephone made him weak.
Just a single cry out of her has him dropping everything for her. Her health declining had him risk his safety to gather his Decepticons in hopes of relieving her of her pain. His spark aching at the thought of her leaving his side.
That surely wasn't love.
That was weakness.
Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he ever had a partner or someone to share a berth with.
But that loving look she gives him makes him high. It was addicting. Her smile, her optics, her touch... Megatron can't get enough of it.
She had become his companion, the only person that had willingly talk to him even tho she knew of what his intentions were and for that Megatron had grown attached to her.
By Primus that look of her... it is addicting to see.
Persephone hesitates for a brief moment before she spoke. "Could... could you hold me for a second?"
"Hold you?"
"Y-yes."
He paused, processor running at her words, observing the size of her berth.
Her face turns a deep red. "You... um... y-you don't have to if you don't want to tho–"
"How should I hold you?" Megatron asked softly. "I do not want to hurt you, little one."
The stunned look on her face smacks him over the head, she looked as if he had not been too kind on her and this was the first act of kindness she receives from him "Really?"
"Of course," He cooed at her softly because how could he say no?
Persephone moves, making a large space for him. Her face twisting into discomfort every now and then when she moved her hand that had a needle in it.
"Sit here." She pats the empty space. "And then I'll lean on you."
Megatron carefully sat on her berth, the small thing barely containing him. Either side of his legs apart as she sat in the middle.
Persephone laughed. "I didn't realize how big you are."
He shrugged. "It's not my fault you're tiny."
She lightly smacks him. "Hey! Don't make fun of my height." Persephone playfully threatened him. "You'd be surprised at how many tall people I had taken down in my advantage."
"Oh, really?" Megatron snickered at her words. "I must admit that I cannot imagine you, someone who is so docile, to be menacing."
That's a lie.
He already saw her get angry the other night.
She rolled her eyes. "Lay back down," Persephone softly instructed, placing her servo on his chassis despite wires attached to it, just above his spark.
Megatron noticed the way his spark quickened in its chamber at the gentle way she guides him until his back hits the soft mattress of the reclined berth. It makes her lean into him, kneeling as her other servo rests upon his midsection.
It ignited a pool of flame within his chassis, watching her instruct him on what to do. She looked adorable with her tiny stature, but her towering just slightly made her look... divine.
There was something in that angle that made her more appealing to look at. Perhaps it was because of how close their faces were. Either way, Megatron could not help gazing upon her lips and upon her optics.
Persephone sat in the middle of his legs as she laid herself on his torso. Her servos carefully guiding his as she wraps his arms around her waist. The soft curls of her hair fell to the side as she rests her helm on his chassis, just below his spark.
Cuddling.
Megatron recognized the way she had woven their limbs together.
Humans sought comfort in this way.
Did she want to be comforted?
The warlord sat up, pulling her closer to him, mindful of her servo where the needle is. "I see now how you want me to hold you," He softly said to her. "You are... very warm."
It was heavenly. This was heavenly. She was soft against the metal of his armor, warm against the harsh cold from him, and–
"It's probably because of the fever, don't you think?" Persephone offered, turning her head to see him.
"No, not only that. You make me feel warm." Megatron mutters, bending to rest his helm at the crook of her neck making her breath hitch.
"I'm flattered." She replies, consuming the lie—was it even a lie?—he feeds her swiftly.
"You are warm. You remind me of Cybertron."
The monitor tells him that her spark spikes for a few seconds. "I remind you of home?"
"Yes." He said.
"How so?"
"I do not know, but you just... do."
Humans.
They were fragile.
They were weak.
They're prone to sickness which leads to death.
He wants her in his grasps, wrapped around his digits. There was a silence that falls over them, where he can hear her breathing beneath the shadows.
And then he hears it.
Megatron hears the clock ticking behind him, agonizingly reminding him that she could die.
A mocking reminder of her short life cycle that had been cut shorter.
Reminding him that sooner or later, as long as Shockwave hasn't figured out how to confirm her survival, she could slip through his digits.
He clings to her, closing his optics, enjoying the floral scent that emits from her clothes. His lips ghosting over the red fabric—a sweater—she wore for that day.
Enjoying her for as long as he could in this peaceful moment. Before he had to go back and do his duties as a leader for their future.
She is slipping through my digits... my Persephone.
"Megatron?" Persephone calls to him softly. "Are you okay?"
The warlord paused before he spoke. "Of course," He reassured her, though he isn't sure if he's reassuring her or himself, "I am merely... thinking."
Megatron does not love her.
He does not.
He merely favours her.
End of Chapter XV
