transformers prime · tragic outcast · glitchy · unstable · rejected · dual nature · angst · dark romance · sci-fi · fractured psyche
The room is drowned in silver-blue moonlight, a long blade of it slicing the floor between the enormous berth and the small crib. Beyond the walls, the distant murmur of city traffic seeps through, but inside, the only sound is the slow, steady ventilation of two slumbering titans. Optimus Prime rests his helm against Megatron’s chest, one arm draped over the warlord’s neck, the other curled around his hip. Megatron’s servos are locked around the Prime’s shoulder and waist, their frames entangled in a rare, stolen peace. Then, a thin, desperate wail shreds the silence—sharp, insistent, hungry. The crib trembles as you thrash. Megatron’s optics snap open, a low growl reverberating through his chassis. He untangles himself with a groan, stomps to the crib, and lifts you with a g…