Mtmte Megatron and Fort Max with a smol s/o who hums whenever they're doing something absentmindedly? They'll be drawing and just start humming or fixing something and sometimes they don't notice they're doing it?
Hello~! Itβs been a while, so hopefully this turns out okay! By smol s/o I interpreted it as a human s/o, lemme know if thatβs alright <3
For Megatronβs story, I tried not to make it angsty, but being the absolute garbage can that I am it got there real fast, there is a little PTSD/Comfort thatβs tied in there so please take heed with that, plz enjoy!
Timeline: MTMTE Megatron and LL Fort Max
There was such a heavy and perturbing nature to silence. The thrumming of machinery ββ sentient or otherwise, never seemed to fill the empty and uncomfortable feeling that permeated the air whenever there wasnβt a dire situation to occupy Megatronβs attention. It cruelly sat on his chest, an immense pressure that seemed to constrict his fuel lines and made him painfully aware of the energon pumping through every one of his joints, like an itch deep under his plating.
But silence was unavoidable, and it left him like a clay pigeon, staring right into the face of his past with nothing to shield him from millions of yearsβ worth of irrepressible and disturbing atrocities of his own design. It ate away at his spark apathetically in his most mundane moments of wordless solitude, little by little.
When you were near, however, the clear images seared into his circuitry seemed to fog over. Your presence was so small physically, but to him, it saturated the room with a warmth that extended beyond the literal. You did these little things that you didnβt even notice yourself; shifting, tapping, releasing deep sighs that he drank in whilst you were none the wiser. You would be concentrating on something, or lounging in his grasp and lazing the day away, and a small song would escape your lips ββ barely audible, and he would melt away into it, wanting desperately to press your chest to his audials so he could drown himself in the sound. Your humming, as absentminded as it was, put him at ease like no high-grade could. You were not deaf nor blind to the person he was before the war ended, and yet it was in moments like these that made Megatron feel as though the two of you were without a single fault between you, and that he was deserving of the comfort and vulnerability you had graciously given him despite the things that still haunted him quietly. In you, he had found solace.Β
You were working with acute concentration the first time he heard you hum to yourself; it didnβt sound like anything you had enthusiastically shown him earlier from your terran music in slightest, but what had made him tense and turn on his auto-pilot was that it had an almost familiar quality to it, something distant yet incredibly unique in a way that made him want to search his processor for it ββ like he had heard it before, but a very long time ago.Β
As you continued to quietly carry the tune whilst you sat on the dashboard, you were blissfully oblivious to Fort Maxβs eyes resting squarely on your composed face. Unable to think of a source and wanting to avoid frustration over figuring out where he had heard the melody before, Max relaxed into the sound and let it wash over him in silence, zoning out. The vibration of your gentle notes in the air made him feel like he had not a care in the world, like the two of you were without obligations or time constraints, and that perhaps his sole prerogative in life could be to simply thrive from your presence. The thought was such a Primus-send, Max didnβt notice your eyes eventually lock onto his with an inquisitive quirk of your brow.
βDid I get oil on my forehead again? How does that keep happening?β you asked incredulously, chuckling quietly as you wiped at your face with the back of your forearm.Β
Fort Max emerged from his daydreaming with a start, quickly disengaging from auto-pilot and shifting the ship into a higher speed, focusing on the route in front of him.
βNo no youβre fine,β he grumbles, clearing his capacitor and squeezing the steering equipent.Β ββJust thinking of a game plan for when we get to Necroworld, thatβs all.β
You nod, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you change up the song to something upbeat,Β βPopβ you had called it.
At this rate, it was beginning to become dangerous that he was hiding his feelings for you.
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