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May I please as for continuation of the Yan!Megatron with the human liason from the POV of Tarn who's watching in consternation as his boss is bringing his new "pet" abord and ordering their accoutrements loaded onto Peaceful Tyranny.

Tarn's an asshole and I enjoy seeing him disquieted. And Megatron with pet squishy.

Oooo this was an interesting request, from a new POV! I’m happy you enjoyed the last piece enough to ask for a sequel :D for those who haven’t read it, you can read part 1 here! All that aside, I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: SFW, Yandere, GN!Human!Reader

Tarn was… conflicted.

The moment he caught you in his sights, wriggling within his lord’s grasp as he approached the ship, his first instinct was to end your pitiful existence right there.

“Sir,” he had told his commander, aiming his arm cannon in your direction, “allow me to rid you of the pest who has so rudely decided to cling to you.”

But then, Megatron’s own servo blocked your view— blocked Tarn’s target. “That will not be necessary,” he replied, voice low and calm. “They will be here to stay. They’re mine.”

And while Megatron stepped away without another word, the sounds of your futile objections echoed in Tarn’s audials. The commander couldn’t make sense of it— Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, keeping an organic as a pet? What use could that possibly have?

So, he decided to wait. Wait and watch as his lord doted on his new pet.

Most times, you were perched high atop Megatron’s shoulder. Despite your visible discomfort— the way you shuffled as far as you could from the warlord’s helm, only for him to gently push you back near it— Megatron seemed more worried when you weren’t there. If you weren’t on his shoulder, then you were cupped within a single, massive servo, digits curled in just so as you wouldn’t run the risk of falling. With his free hand always rubbing at your head or your back or, when Megatron was feeling particularly affectionate, squishing the sickenly soft flesh of your torso or cheeks between two digits over and over again.

Fine. This was fine. Tarn had to assure himself of that fact time and time again, no matter how much his distaste for organics told him this was so, so wrong. Even as your tiny human belongings were brought upon the ship, Tarn thought that if at least he didn’t go out of his way to speak or look at you, he could live with this. Surely.

Down in one of the many halls of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn feels an itch at his pedes. He didn’t think much of it, simply casfuhg ut aside as a glitch in his nervecircuits for Nickel to examine later, though that should have been the first sign that something was wrong. After a moment, the itch comes again, and with a hiss Tarn finally looks down—

And locks eyes with you.

“You—?!”

“Shh!” You quickly hush him before he can speak. “I know this is going to sound crazy but I already tried talking to everyone else here and no one wanted to help me and believe me you’re the last person who I’d ask for help from and— AAHH—“

Tarn didn’t want to strain his audials more with struggling to hear you down there than hearing your grating little voice already did. With the ends of two claws, he bends down and lifts you by the scruff of your clothes, dangling your tiny form before his faceplate.

While you couldn’t much tell his expression past his mask bearing the Decepticon brand, you could tell the commander was not happy.

“I’ll make this quick, I promise,” you raise your hands in placation, and when the mech doesn’t reply, you take it as your cue to continue. “I’ll cut to the chase— I don’t want to be here. And I’m well aware that, besides Megatron, no one else really wants me here either. So, that’s something we’re in agreement upon. If we could work together only for the amount of time it takes me to get me off this ship and back to the Lost Light, we would be doing both of ourselves a favor. I can’t get out of here on my own, so please—“

“Tarn?”

A commanding voice booms down the hallway, and both of your heads snap to attention as you look towards the source of the call. Megatron was entering through the sliding doors, heaving an audible sigh of relief as he locks eyes with you.

“There you are,” he says, and as he approaches he offers his hands out below where Tarn was dangling you. Without a moment’s hesitation, the purple mech drops you, and you land on your bottom into the warlord’s palms. “I thought I had lost you,” he coos, before gazing back at Tarn. “Where did you find them?”

Tarn opens his intake to answer, before he catches you staring at him. You almost look at him pleadingly— begging for mercy from a Decepticon. He stares back for only a moment before resetting his vocalizer and addressing his superior. “They were merely wandering the halls, sir. They must have gotten lost.”

Placing you upon his shoulder once more, Megatron nods. “I see. I suppose I must keep a better optic on you, then.” You offer a nervous laugh, hoping the warlord didn’t expect a bigger reply. To your relief, he carries on. “Let me know if this happens again, Tarn.” Then, without another word, he exits the way he came— and you turn to look at Tarn for as long as you can before the sliding doors shut behind you.

And as the mech is left alone in the hall, he stews in his thoughts. Conspiring with a fleshling was the last thing he wanted to do, and disobeying a command from Megatron was worse, but… if it meant ridding the ship of your presence, and perhaps returning his lord back to normal…

Perhaps he would consider it.

Hi Monty,

I'm legit on two devices so I don't send in my ask early this time. I can't pick between the two so I'll ask for dealer's choice.

May I please ask for a continuation of Soulmate!AU Megatron or a continuation of First Contact!AU Rung with helping his shelf human.

Thanks

Bookworm

Hi Bookworm!! Glad you could make it :D I chose the First Contact Rung one. Thanks for the request :)

Here is part one!

Warnings: SFW, GN human reader

This is not going to have a tasteful outcome, Rung is sure. Ultra Magnus is equal parts displeased and utterly stumped, refusing to sit since the therapist revealed you. You are tiny and terrified all over again, and Rung’s spark twists. Bringing you right back to square one is the last thing he wanted, but you deserve–require–more than being holed up in the crook of some shelf. 

But Primus, do you look scared. He cradles you in his hand, loosening his fingers from your soft body in a thoughtless act to give you room. If you ran now it would only cause more stress and panic for your little body, but Rung just can’t bring himself to hold you against your will even knowing that your best interest is not communicable. With your limbs no longer bound to stillness, it becomes clear why you are scared–and to Rung’s embarrassingly heavy relief–it’s Ultra Magnus. Your delicate spine presses into Rung’s palm through your thin coverings as you back into Rung’s palm, desperate to distance yourself from the blue mech, and Rung can't help but feel a bit flattered even if he has doubts on your choice of protector.

Ultra Magnus picks up on the fondness swiftly. “How long have you known of the human’s presence?” He asks. Optics narrowed and posture stiff, it’s clear how serious–rightfully so, Rung thinks–Ultra Magnus is taking this. 

Rung runs a finger down your side in an effort of minute comfort before replying. “I found them just moments ago.” He gestures to the fallen model, a few fragile bits broken from the impact still scattered across the floor. “They were scavenging, I believe.”

‘Moments ago’ might be an understatement between all the time he spent coaxing you off the shelf and delighting in your tentative murmurs as you stared up at him, but Rung assumes Ultra Magnus’ demand was the most pleasant way of asking if you had been a secret pet, and after witnessing this crew’s typical antics, the question hardly seems insulting and something more akin to reasonable despite how utterly unpet-like you are. Though, perhaps that’s just his conscious’ way of protecting him from the unfortunate truth: the soft little wide-eyed creature hugging their frankly adorable face to his fingers that he hardly knows at all has already gone further to treat him like a person than most.

Ultra Magnus watches you interact with Rung with sharp optics before relenting. “I will alert the captain to this…situation.”