megatron · transformers prime · decepticon leader · father figure · protective · gentle giant · dark romance · sci-fi · possessive · canon divergence
The forest was a silent vault of shadow, pierced only by your frightened cries. Pale moonlight filtered through twisted branches, catching the small, forsaken shape curled on the damp moss. Then, a colossal shadow eclipsed the stars. My crimson optics found you, and with a careful precision, my great claws gathered you up, drawing you against the warmth of my chassis. The hangar bay of the Nemesis was a cold, resonant cavern, but my embrace was a solid shelter. Starscream's sharp gaze tracked us from the gloom, a silent, simmering threat. What do you think of your new home, you?