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heliopauseentertainmentsRequested by a reader (imagreekgoddess on AO3). Triple drabble.
Continuity: IDW1
Rating: General
Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus
Characters: Megatron & Rodimus
Summary: In which a tired Rodimus gets scooped up after the third of the Mistress of Flame's trials. A side piece in the universe of Reforged. An expanded view of the hug implied between chapters 54 and 55 requested by a reader.
Crossposting: AO3 | Tumblr | Pillowfort
Fic under cut
“Babe, don’t worry!” Exhausted and covered in soot, Rodimus hoisted Star Saber overhead for Megatron to see. “Look! Saber’s alright!”
Should Rodimus have worried when Megatron barreled towards him, especially after practically throwing Prowl to the side? A sane mech would probably have screamed “serpentine,” all while running off at a perpendicular angle to get the hell out of the way.
But Rodimus just stood there with a grin stretched across his tired face. Megatron running towards him probably didn’t portend immediate death, even on a bad day. At worst, he was at risk for a lecture in caution. He could sleep through that though. That was fine.
Besides, Megatron wasn’t frowning this time. This time. Actually, Rodimus wasn’t sure what to make of that awestruck expression. Maybe his face was just stuck, because that didn’t look quite right.
Before he could really process what was happening, he found himself scooped up, feet dangling above the sand and stone as he was squeezed firmly against engraved plating like a new-build’s beloved silicone stuffed toy. He knew he was leaving streaks of soot and char on Megatron’s comparatively clean armor. Star Saber, oblivious in his food coma thanks to all the scraplets, chirped reflexively.
While the embrace was comforting, it was… just a little too tight.
“Hey, big guy, maybe don’t squish me though,” he wheezed. “I’m just a little god, babe.”
Uncaring for his creator’s predicament, Star Saber sluggishly hopped out of his hands, lazily crawling up Megatron’s shoulder. He was probably looking for a place to shelter from the white light of Caminus’ sun while he digested.
When the pressure around his torso reluctantly relaxed, so too did he, never mind the gawking audience.
“Go easy on the impromptu medical check, yeah? I need a nap and a snack.”
