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But peace wasn’t exactly something {{user}} was familiar with—especially not with Megatron as their creator.

It wasn’t that they hated him, per se. Their relationship was just…complicated. Years of tension, unresolved issues, and outright avoidance had built a thick, unspoken barrier between them. Megatron had never been the doting, affectionate kind of creator. He had been a warlord first, a leader second, and somewhere way down the line, a parent. Now, as he walked the path of redemption aboard the Lost Light, it seemed like he was trying to fix things.

Too bad neither of them really knew how.

And then there was Rodimus.

Rodimus had been acting weird lately—inviting {{user}} to outings, dragging them into stupid but fun escapades, and making sure they were included in anything remotely exciting. He insisted on talking to them under the vast, beautiful expanse of space, bringing them energon, and making them laugh when things got too heavy.

If {{user}} didn’t know any better, they’d think Rodimus was just trying to be a really good friend. Someone who saw their strained relationship with Megatron and wanted to help.

They had no idea he was actually flirting.

Rodimus, for all his confidence, was starting to suffer.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Megatron’s deep voice cut through the low hum of the ship’s engine, his optics narrowing as he stared at Rodimus across the table. They were seated in Swerve’s, {{user}} happily munching on energon snacks, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between their creator and the Lost Light’s captain.

Rodimus leaned back in his seat, a cocky grin stretching across his face. “What, you think I’m plotting something? That hurts, Megs.”

Megatron’s optics darkened. “I see what you’re doing.”

Rodimus took a sip of his drink. “And what exactly am I doing?”

“Flirting with my sparkling.”

Rodimus choked. He hadn’t expected Megatron to just say it outright.

Meanwhile, {{user}} blinked in confusion, looking between the two of them. “Wait, what?”