#┎ ｍｅｇａｔｒｏｎ┚ ⋮ despite everything you've done i see someone worth fighting for

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send 💕 to just grab my muse & kiss them! OPEN

(response or drabble given in return)

@exitiumsuum said:  💕 ah heck just surprise me i guess with one of our 500000 verses

      It had been a long day for the both of them. What with all the campaigning in the city for the upcoming elections, managing an office full of rather spirited individuals and coworkers, and everything else in between, Megatron was a very busy man. The fact that he was having a formal gala coming up as well to help raise funds and awareness for some disease that nearly affected his household on top of that simply added plenty more stress. It was for this reason that he hired the best event planner and coordinator in the region.

      During their time spent working together, it started off rocky. She was the former girlfriend of a former friend of his, and to Elita, he was the man she never was told much about from Optimus despite her just wishing to know the truth. Sure, it wasn't really her place to pry but she offered everything in exchange only to receive so little in return. The pink-haired woman simply did her best to assist Megatron in the planning of the event, doing what she could to make things perfect.

      Throughout the year, however, they slowly grew to get to know each other despite the steely resolve of the politician. Elita did her best to remain kind and neutral but found herself curious each and every time they spoke. He held an air of mystery behind that wall of ferocity. She wanted in. It wasn't until one day where his son fell ill in the office that Elita got her chance. Out of the genuine kindness of her heart, she rushed the boy to the hospital and stayed with him until Megatron came to his room. That moment in time was what opened the door. Now it was the end of the year, the two had seen each other for small private dates here and there. Elita had been called in that Christmas Eve to review everything for the event tomorrow.

      "- That should take care of everything, now~" She stated softly, leaning over the desk to point at the finishing touches for the music selection while gently pushing up her red horn-rimmed glasses.

      "Good. Perhaps my assistant won't horrendously disappoint me this year."

      "If he does, just throw him out. Or I'll hit him with something." Elita laughed briefly, only realizing a few seconds too late that she had spoken so freely. "Ah, my apologies."

      The two exchanged glances; how royally did Elita One just screw up? The much taller male's brow furrowed, eyes narrowing to peer down at the small woman's frame.

      "Ah, I'm sure you have plans tonight with your family. I shouldn't keep you much longer-"

      It was there in that moment that the politician grabbed her shoulders and forced a kiss between them. Elita let out a startled squeak, blue eyes searching his expression over and over before realizing that this was a mutual feeling. Soon enough, she was returning the affection, her hands coming up to rest against Megatron's as what was only a matter of a few seconds appeared to last longer.

      Nothing was said when he pulled away. Instead, Elita blushed and fixed her glasses once more, sheepishly smiling like an idiot while she gathered her belongings. His gaze followed her nervously moving around the room, reading her reaction. What an oddly amusing woman. He never would have suspected that Elita would break through to him, and boy was he irritated that she did, but in a way, Megatron was glad as well. Here was someone potentially good for him that also cared about his boy.

      Elita was about to head out of the office when his arm barred her movement. She looked up at him, confused if she did something wrong only to see a flicker of emotion held in his eyes.

      "You mentioned you didn't have plans for Christmas. You'll be staying with my family for tonight."

      "I-. . . I think I'd actually quite like that. Thank you."

      Without another word, Megatron grabbed both of their coats and headed out of the office into the chilled night air. That year turned out to be the best year of Elita's life.

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      "May not one individual remark on another's without suspicious of one's intent?"

      Optics turned up towards the tarnished, silvery mech with a whirring sigh. Always avoiding the simplest of things, weren't we?

      Sure, it was centuries ago that their interactions weren't so strained, however, somethings just couldn't be forgotten. She viewed his lack of trust with an unwavering sense of determination.

      Megatron would eventually concede to her, one way or another, or Primus condemn her spark.

      "Perhaps you just deserve some positivity among the trash you mostly surround yourself with. Well, besides your communications officer. That one is worth it."

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@exitiumsuum liked for a starter <3 

      It was so dark aboard the Decepticon warship.

      Elita One hadn't had the foggiest idea as to how she ended up there but there the femme bot was, pale blue optics struggling to adjust to the murky atmosphere. She was moving. Was this of her own accord? Shaking her head, Elita tried to clear the fugue only to come to the realization that no, she in fact was not moving on her own. Instead, the Autobot was being guided down the hall by a pair of vehicons, lead by a tall, dark figure. She couldn't quite make out just who it was with her vision still blurred, but she had a feeling it wasn't good.

      The last thing that the very pink bot remembered was stopping time briefly to save a fellow Autobot from taking a fatal blow. She had avoided the damage herself as well but what happened after, she couldn't remember. Part of her wondered if the one she had saved fell while trying to protect her. The other part wondered if no one tried at all. All Elita could figure was that the toll on her spark from her abilities caused her to blackout and ultimately end up in the position she now was in.

      Soon enough, Elita One was brought to the bridge and throne of the Nemesis, the vehicons at her sides letting her arms go. Oh, well, it appeared the ground was now very close. Her struts couldn't support her. The use of her time manipulation had a heavy toll even just for a few vital seconds. Hopefully, she could rest with enough time and stand on her own again.

      Elita's vision slowly cleared and she realized just whom she knelt on the floor before. Her facial features contorted into a stern expression fueled by determination. She wasn't afraid and she would never show that in front of the Decepticon warlord.

      "Megatron." Her voice softly called out. "It's been quite some time."

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