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The Warlord and his servant, ever so frightening. The silver demonic mech can flick his digit and his most loyal would crush your very spark under his heel.
Autobots and Decepticons alike all have a certain fear towards the Warlord. He was not one to be described as having patience.
Except.. that description can now be challenged, Starscream thought to himself. Megatron, the most ruthless mech, the best gladiator from the pits, the evil spawn of-
For whatever reason, he is crooning gently. An old cybertronian lullaby? What the frag is he doing?
Upon strutting quietly to get a better look through the very small door crack, Starscream's processor stalls. A small, limp frame was being held too gently by massive arms. Starscream squinted, all too confused on what he was looking at.
Megatron sat at the side of his large berth, cradling... Soundwave? The small spy was playing a soft tune, seemingly aiding Megatron by adding instrumentals to his lullaby.
"Don't you miss it, my love?" Megatron finally spoke.
Starscream's jaw dropped. He hadn't had the slightest idea they were bonded! He had to clear his thoughts to hear the response.
Soundwave made a small whirring noise, as if thinking out loud. "Negative. Megatron: makes Soundwave feel... At home." His real voice. Unedited by the mask vocoder, his voice is soft and melodic.
Megatron snorted, "Surely you must miss some part of cybertron? The twins loved those energon sticks we got as a treat." He smiled fondly.
Soundwave chuckled at the warm memory and nuzzled his chin further into the crook of Megatron's neck. Yuck. Starscream had to bounce before they decided to do more sappy scrap again. He left quietly, directly trying to ignore the kissing and whispers as he walked away.