Couldn't Be Screamer If He Ain't A Schemer ❤️🩶🖤

Couldn't be Screamer if he ain't a schemer ❤️🩶🖤

Scheming

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: violence and death, cult-like mentality

Megatron/Reader (You) in which you are a zealous follower at the dawn of the war

F is for Fanatic

“This is madness!”

Your narrowed optics observe the old bot as he is restrained, hoisted upright to stand on trembling limbs. Members of his guard, those who remained alive, protested the rough handling through their muzzles. The one at your pedes attempted to rise, but you pulled him back down to the ground, glowering at him in warning.

“You call this madness… I call it justice.”

The room stilled at the deep utterance, the entrance of the Decepticon figurehead seeming to stop time. Unhurried steps carried him through the wreckage of what was once the doorway, across the glossy tiled floor until he towered over the detained mech.

“The masses will not stand for this attack,” came his somber reply.

“We are the masses,” Megatron bit out, fanged grin punctuating the statement. “We are the righteous, once chained by your ambitions, but no more. You will bear the culmination of our wrath.”

The weathered official shook his helm, the cables that framed his faceplate swaying as he insisted, “The Council has agreed that the castes be disbanded. Is this not what you want?! The Prime will-”

“The Prime,” he interrupted, reaching out to clamp his talons over the old bot’s mouth, “does not speak for us. He has never lived as we have, never suffered at the servos of the Council. If you truly thought, Ambassador, that we would be satisfied with such a representative, you are a fool.”

You snarled in agreement, ramming your blaster into the helm of the mech at your pedes.

Megatron releasied the envoy, turning as he began to circle the room. He addressed his followers. “From the beginning, they've treated us as though we are nothing. It is the wreckage of our bodies that feeds their machine, our energon that fuels this planet.”

His every step is measured, towering frame casting its shadow upon all as he passes by. “And peace… peace is what they offer to appease us when we finally come to collect. An insincere apology for the horrors we’ve endured.”

He stops before you, and elation dances along your circuits as your gaze meets his. “What say you to that? Do you want their peace?”

“No!” the word all but leaps from your vocalizer, echoed by the thunderous cry of your brethren.

The silver titan turned to face the subdued old mech yet again, claws splayed at the demonstration. “And there you have it. We will take what is owed to us. And it starts with you.”

Pulling himself into as straight a pose as his aged frame could manage, he accused, “You are no savior, Megatron. You are nothing but a criminal. You claim to want to free your people, but the tyranny you offer in place of the caste system is no different.”

His laughter was deep, slow as he approached his prisoner, talons sliding into a fist as he unsheathed the blade from his gauntlet. “My tyranny, as you call it, will shape this world into greatness. A world in which all bots have the freedom to choose. I have plucked us from the cesspit of despair we have been forced to toil in. I have opened the optics of this planet’s inhabitants to the corruption of the High Council and the upper castes. Decadent, gluttonous vermin leeching profit from our suffering. There is only one way this can end. We take what we are owed and shatter every remnant of the old ways. Either you stand with us to realize this vision, or…” he drawled, lifting the weapon to rest upon his enemy’s shoulder plating. “You stand in our way.”

He took a moment to look around at the subdued guards. “The choice is yours now. Stand with us to dismantle the system of oppression that has gripped Cybertron for too long…. or face your end here and now.”

When no one responded, the large mech took a sweeping glance at his followers, nodding once. Blaster charging, you pressed it into the base of your captive’s helm, awaiting the final call. Righteous anger barreled through your lines. How they could continue to stand with these… monsters, after everything they were responsible for?! How could they not see the depravity of their world as it was? How desperately they needed to be cleansed. And cleanse them you would. This entire, filthy planet would be delivered from its wrongdoings by the only mech who was fit to rule it. You watched with mounting anticipation as your master lifted his blade.

“Decepticons, our time is now!”

His cut was clean and precise, and the Ambassador’s lifeless husk was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The outraged cries of his guard were silenced shortly after with a barrage of gunfire. You smiled down at the smoking hole in the back of your captive’s helm before curling your servo into a fist and lifting it into the air.

“All hail Megatron!”

A - Z Megatron X Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mentions of death, alien blood

Megatron/Reader(You) as an onlooker in the crowd at the Pits of Kaon

C is for Champion

Your optics watch as he pushes himself up to his full, glorious height, the body of his most recent opponent lifeless at his pedes. His wounds seep a steady stream of energon, but he doesn’t let it deter him. The frenzied din of the crowd slowly dies down, until everyone is on the edge of their seat, waiting for him to speak.

His voice breaks the silence like the coming of a storm.

“Brothers… sisters… for too long we’ve suffered, neglected in this festering waste of a city, cast aside by those who call themselves our betters. For too long they’ve reaped the benefits of our labor while we rust and perish! But no more...”

Your spark pulses a little harder at the promise in those words… a promise for something better. A change that was long overdue.

The gladiator gazed upon his audience, lifting his servos as he went on, “Soon there will come a time when the High Council will be made to face justice for the crimes they have committed. When that time comes… you will all need to make a choice. Will you stand with us, when we rise to fight for our freedoms?”

The collective voice of the crowd cried out in affirmation.

“Will you stand with us, when we take our plight to their doorstep?”

Again the crowd responded with a rallying cry, growing louder and more sure.

The silver behemoth curled his digits into fists. “Will you stand with us, when we shatter this system of oppression?!”

By this point everyone was on their pedes, and again the arena erupted into cheers. You were no exception, your gaze never wavering from the proud figure that stood at the center of it all. His words never failed to inspire, and as the thundering chant of his name grew and grew to the point where you were sure that it echoed through every crevice and corner of Kaon, you let yourself hope that he was the champion you all needed.

I can genuinely empathize with Megatron during this portion of his life. As someone who is an avid supporter of human rights movements, I imagine I would have been right there in the crowd, chanting along with everyone else.