#unicron trilogy

Put redrew with a question mark bcs i feel like i made it a little too different so its more like inspired ig. Whatever it doesnt matter heres the scene in questiin

Megatron has... found himself yearning. Its unlike him, uncharacteristic to its far limits. Whenever he wants something, he swoops down to go take it for himself. He's never pretended otherwise. But... Of all things in the universe he seems to want, its your attention.

But you're busy giving it to that tiny little... thing. He doesn't get it! Megatron shouldn't feel jealous of something as lowly as a minicon!

Yet here he is, trying to ignore you dotting over your minicon as you sit on the floor in the moon base while he rests on his throne. His digit tapping as he drowns out the noises between you & your minicon, your giggling and the tiny bot's beeping are hushed, as if the two of you are sharing secrets. His frown deepens in his effort to remain ignoramus; you're treating it more like a pet than a tool! Cleaning it, making sure it isn't hurt, and even going as far as to give it matching paint jobs with you. It irks him beyond anything! His upper dermas twitch as he tries to keep himself in check.

Megatron has been tempted, many, many times, to just grab it away from you. Maybe squash it under his heels. Giving you that minicon has become another miscalculation on his part. He believed that if he'd been kind enough to finally gift you with your own minicon, you might find him more... approachable. That you'd be grateful and gravitate towards him, maybe try to talk to him more often.

You were grateful, he'd seen the twinkle in your optics when he declared that the newly captured minicon would be your own. Megatron had deemed you worthy enough, your efforts did play a major role in its capture too & you were the only one of his lackeys left to get your own minicon and so, Megatron felt generous. And seeing that look on your face initially had made him feel smug. Your endless words of gratitude only stroking his ego.

And then it started, his personal torture regiment. The one time he tries to do something good.

Because you, never having had your own minicon, had no idea how to handle or take care of one. You were trying your best; he'll give you that much but he watched as he you grew... attached. Even affectionate towards it. The soft pats you give it on the top of its little helm, the way you fret when it gets injured, the way you'd smile and laugh around it... It infuriates him! Its unacceptable— Your touch, affection and attention should be reserved for him! You'd seriously lower your standards to willingly give it to a minicon of all things!? Its preposterous!

"Maybe we should have some red painted on to you inst-" You say quietly to your minicon as you two continue conversing about some pointless topic when Megatron calls for you. Your helm snaps to Megatron's direction, your minicon following your lead as well, both of you sitting on the floor of the moon base.

"Get over here, now." He snarls as you pick up the pace, standing right next to his throne, your minicon following you and standing right behind you, hiding away from the tyrant behind your stabilizer.

"H-how may I be of service, my lord?" You ask sheepishly, your vocalizer slightly sputtering as you address him and it only serves to make his mood even worse. He wanted you to find him a little more approachable, yet here you are still so formal and scared. You're lucky he finds your fumbling charming... His blazing red optics flash down by your pedes for a second but its enough to intimidate the little minicon who clings onto your stabilizer and make a better effort at hiding itself. His optics dart back up into your face. He makes note of the matching paint jobs.

He wanted to yell, scream at you for being so stupidly soft. It was unbecoming of a Decepticon of your stature. But seeing you stand there next to him, all worried and tense just... It made him sigh. Megatron doesn't want to distance you away from him any further.

"I hope you know that we're capturing minicons to win the war, not to play dress up." He frowns as he looks at you. You smile sheepishly, looking ever so nervous.

"Ah, I just got a little bored so I thought I'd uh... entertain myself by painting Twirl." You say as you look down at the minicon, who looks up at you with blinking yellow optics. You flash a smile towards it before looking back at Megatron, who looks at you questioningly.

"Hmph. Very well. But do not indulge yourself in such trivial activities." Megatron supposes he should advise you, at least. His optics flash red as they peer into your own, a glint in them that worries you a little.

"A minicon is a tool, my dear. Not a pet for you to play around with. You're a capable warrior, one of the best if I had my say and that minicon can help you get stronger. You must use it accordingly." He says, his EM field domineering with an icy coldness that makes your spinal struts shudder a bit. A small pause follows as he shifts in his throne, his servo resting on the armrest now supporting his helm as he looks into your optics ever so intensely.

"Lest you wish for me to... confiscate your little friend." His optics flash down at the minicon with nothing but disdain, scaring the poor thing within an inch of its spark as your own frame stiffens a little. Oh, how he hates that little thing-

"No! That's... unnecessary." You reply quickly, almost a little too quickly. His gaze immediately move back up into your faceplating with a huff.

"I'll... I'll be more mindful about using my minicon, sir." You reply with a small bow. He can tell you're far from happy about the prospect of potentially losing your minicon but once again, your loyalty towards him shines through and it makes him smirk a bit.

"Good choice."

He chuckles, feeling your frame stiffen under his servo as he pats the top of your helm while you remain bowing. Megatron relaxes on his chair when he draws his servo off from you, feeling less agitated now that that's off his chassis. You stand up straight the moment his servo breaks contact.

"You have no idea how spoilt those little things can be when you pamper them too much." He huffs. And you want to say something back. Challenge him, he can see it. You want to protest. But you don't, he knows you never will. He'll have to teach you sometime that minicons are just tools, won't he? You've begun to see minicons as 'bots' instead of 'tools', its a slow transition. Your behaviour signals the alarms in Megatron's helm that you may be falling victim to that dangerous line of thinking.

"I'll bare that in mind, sir." You reply quietly.

Megatron hums. You look good when you bow for him, he thinks.

"You're dismissed. Run along." He waves you off and you're quick to leave, he can see the tension dissipate from your frame the moment you're out of his orbit, the little sigh that leaves you, relieved that you're not in his terrifying presence anymore. It amuses him, making him smile.