A Protector's Spark.

Hi!👋 me again

Im SO in love with how you did my last request and since im feeling slightly betwen agust and fluff, so i go with fluff and i want to request an ES Megatron having an crush on the femme cybertronian reader who is to the Terrans 'Mom2', as Twich would say it, and the reader is while bot protecting tham SUPER sweet to tham and acting like they are her own sparklings but whan in danger she literly goes into 'protective mom' mode and keeps tham safe at all cost

I hope you have an amazing day or night and that i didn't go to far with this request💜💗🌌

A Protector's Spark.

The Malto household hummed with a warmth that could only be described as familial. The Terrans were scattered around the yard—Twitch practicing her flying maneuvers, Thrash trying (and failing) to do a wheelie, Hashtag perfecting her latest holo-selfie, Nightshade building something intricate, and Jawbreaker just enjoying the sun. Among them stood you, the unofficially dubbed “Mom2,” as Twitch lovingly called you.

“Alright, Twitch, keep your wings steady,” you encouraged, your voice gentle yet firm. “You’ll master that landing in no time.”

Megatron watched from a distance, his optics fixed on you. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stop by the Malto home to check on the Terrans or discuss matters with Bumblebee, but recently, his visits had taken on a different motive: seeing you.

There was something about you that left him utterly captivated. The way you smiled at the Terrans, how your presence brought them comfort, and the fierce protectiveness you displayed when they were in danger—it all stirred something deep within his spark.

You glanced up from helping Nightshade secure a bolt on their project and spotted Megatron.

“Megatron!” you greeted warmly, waving. “Come join us!”

He hesitated before approaching, his massive frame seeming almost out of place amid the domestic scene. But the moment Twitch swooped down to excitedly greet him, the unease melted from his expression.

“Greetings,” Megatron said, his tone reserved but softer than usual. His optics flicked to you as you stood and dusted your servos.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” you teased lightly. “You always seem to visit when things are peaceful.”

“Perhaps I have impeccable timing,” he replied, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly and returned to the Terrans, unaware of the way Megatron’s optics lingered on you. He admired how you moved seamlessly between affection and authority—a trait he rarely saw in anyone, let alone someone who treated the Terrans as their own.

The peace didn’t last long. A sudden, shrill alarm sounded from the Malto base, and Bumblebee’s voice crackled over the comms:

“Terrans, get inside! Decepticon scouts nearby!”

The Terrans froze in fear, their excitement instantly replaced with dread. But you didn’t miss a beat.

“Everyone, inside, now!” you commanded, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“But—!” Twitch started, only for you to give her a look that silenced her protests.

“You heard your mother,” Megatron added, his voice carrying a weight of authority.

As the Terrans scrambled indoors, you and Megatron stepped forward, taking a defensive stance. The two of you worked in tandem, a seamless rhythm of strength and precision.

“Stay behind me,” Megatron ordered as the scouts appeared.

“Not a chance,” you replied, your tone steely.

The battle was swift but intense. You moved with a ferocity Megatron had rarely seen before, intercepting attacks that were aimed at the base and shielding him when one scout attempted to flank him.

When the last scout retreated, Megatron turned to you, his optics wide with something akin to awe.

“Are you injured?” he asked, stepping closer.

“Just a few scuffs,” you replied, brushing off your arm.

The Terrans peeked out from the base, their optics filled with admiration.

“Mom2, that was amazing!” Thrash exclaimed, running to hug your leg.

You smiled, kneeling to ruffle his helm affectionately. “I’d do anything to protect you.”

Megatron watched the exchange, his spark tightening.

Later that evening, after the Terrans had settled down and Bumblebee had returned from patrol, you and Megatron stood outside, gazing at the stars.

“You were remarkable today,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Thanks,” you replied, your gaze soft. “But I’m just doing what anyone would for their family.”

Megatron hesitated, the weight of his words catching in his vocal processor. Finally, he spoke:

“You care for them as if they were your own sparklings.”

“They might as well be,” you said with a laugh. “They’ve brought so much joy into my life. I’d do anything to keep them safe.”

He stared at you, his optics reflecting the starlight. In that moment, he realized the depth of his feelings for you. It wasn’t just admiration—it was something much stronger.

“I envy them,” he admitted quietly.

You turned to him, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“They have you,” he said simply. “And I find myself wanting the same.”

Your optics widened, heat rushing to your faceplates. For a moment, you were speechless.

“Megatron…”

Before you could respond, Twitch’s voice called out from the base.

“Mom2, bedtime story!”

You chuckled, giving Megatron a warm smile. “Hold that thought.”

As you walked back toward the base, Megatron watched you go, his spark lighter than it had been in centuries.

Whatever it took, he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him—one day.