You’re Holy To Me Chapter 3 (MTMTE Tarn)

Tarn hadn’t broken his morning routine once. Wake up. Shower. Brush teeth. Check the cameras. Get breakfast. See how much paperwork he had to deal with for the day and prepare for any missions. But his favourite part of the morning was a recent addition to his schedule. At eleven-thirty sharp he’d bring breakfast to _. While it’s true that they were wary of him, they had no choice but to eat the food he gave him and Tarn relished in it.

Despite their best efforts, every aspect of their life was controlled by Tarn and Tarn alone. _’s walls were high, but the sheer social isolation eventually started to chip away at them. He would make sure to talk to them whenever he was with them. It would take a while, but Tarn could always work a reply out of them. It’s not like they could refuse him, and he could tell they were already starting to crack. He had to be careful not to push it too much at first. Patience would be key to winning their affections after all. But sometimes it was hard to resist the urge to just tilt up his mask and… well that was beside the point.

Walking into their room, _ was already awake. They had taken to sitting at their desk, drawing using the supplies Tarn had gotten them. They were conflicted about using the things Tarn had given them. On one hand they were doing exactly what he wanted by giving in and making use of his gifts. On the other hand, it’s not like there was any other option but to comply. Tarn’s reputation preceded him and knowing what he was capable of doing if he so pleased sent a chill down their spine.

Even with his reputation and capabilities however, he had yet to so much as lift a finger at any insubordination from _. If _ didn’t eat breakfast, nothing happened. If _ stayed in bed all day, the only difference in Tarn’s usual routine would be that he’d simply pull a chair next to the bed and sit as he recounted the glories of the Decepticon cause.

Despite Tarn’s seemingly infinite tolerance of their unwillingness to cooperate, _ made sure to never push it too far. This had only happened once. They hadn’t gotten out of bed, hadn’t eaten, so Tarn was sitting next to them droning on and on for hours about Decepticon history and how great the Decepticon cause was.

“As you can see in this section of Towards Peace Megatron says ‘Even if you believe in the taxonomy, ask yourself this: Who decides on that order? And then: Why should there be an order?’ What do you think about that, _?” _ didn’t particularly care about megatron or what he had to say about an old taxonomy and they were tired enough to voice their opinion.

“Ithink I don’t care. If anything I’m pissed at him because his number one enforcer is-”

In an instant his voice went from normal to threatening, sending a stab of pain through their heart. His hand held their arm and the collar of their shirt in a vice grip as he forcefully pulled them towards him, leaning in so his mask was pressed against their ear.

“_. Do not ever bring Megatron into this. Am. I. clear?”

“Tarn- I can’t br-” _ managed to choke out before he interrupted them.

“All you have to do is apologize, alright?” It was suffocating and nauseating at the same time. _ couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, and their arm was certainly bruised but they nodded fervently, anything to make it go away. Just as quickly as it had happened, Tarn gently set them down and the pain went away.

“Good. I’m so glad you understand. Are you alright?” The way he moved on like nothing had ever happened made a pit of dread pool in their stomach.

“… Yes.”

Tarn could see the fear in their eyes, and did feel bad for them. It’s true he may have gone too far with punishing them for their insolence, but as much as he loved them it was a necessary evil. Someday they will understand, he told himself. It’s for their own good. In the meantime, he’d have to make sure to take them outside as a treat.

Looking back on that incident made _ shiver. It was a stark reminder of how unpredictable Tarn could be, even on his best days. When he was happy, he’d be easy to placate. Sometimes he’d even take them to the library, though even then their every move was monitored closely and they were blindfolded on the way to and from there to make sure they couldn’t escape.

His worst days would more varied. Usually a bad day happened after an arduous mission or a long day with lots of paperwork. On those days would either talk for hours and hours about Megatron and his glory, or be absolutely silent, simply choosing to sit beside them.

But now as it reached 5 months of confinement _ had started on a plan, and all they could do was hope it would work.

You’re Holy to Me pt.2

Human AU! MTMTE Tarn

_ woke up to the warmth of sunlight hitting their face. Yawning languidly, they had never felt so comfortable in their life. Since when was their bed this plush? They couldn’t bring themself to care until they attempted to find their phone on their nightstand and were met with an empty table. Not only that, as they opened their eyes they were shocked to find that they weren’t even in their own house.

The room they were in reminded _ of a castle, luxurious and grand. It was practically fit for royalty with its four poster bed cozy lounging area. But when _ sat up to look around, they swayed in their spot. Their body felt weak and their head swam, but with a few more attempts _ managed to stand up only to fall flat on their face. I… why can’t I move?

“Oh dear, are you alright?” _ grasped the gloved hand that reached out to them, but when they saw who came to help them their blood ran cold. A dark purple mask may have concealed his face but _ wasn’t stupid. Even babies knew not to mess with a Decepticon, much less the Decepticon Justice Division.

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” They couldn’t stop their voice from quavering, or their body from trembling, butthat’s only natural when you’re face to face with a murderer. The terrifying man shook his head, still holding his hand for them to grab.

“I am not here to hurt you, _.”

“But that’s what Decepticons do!”

“Now isn’t the time for assumptions about my cause, _. You’re here for a very important reason which I will explain in due time. Might I be able to help you up?” _ accepted, letting Tarn pull them up and assist them in walking to the couch. It’s not like they could refuse the leader of the DJD. He was oddly gentle with them, making sure they didn’t collapse again as they sat down.

“Now I’m sure you were startled to wake up in an unfamiliar room but I can explain why you were brought here.”

“You’re really not going to hurt me?”

“I won’t let anyone harm you as long as I live. That’s a promise. In fact that’s precisely the reason you’re here.” Tarn had seated himself across from _ and leaned towards them ever so slightly. “_. You are someone I can’t bear to lose. From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side. After all, the only way I can completely assure I never lose you is to protect you myself.”

“Then where am I?”

“You’re at my base. I can make it so everything you could ever want is at your fingertips here. We have a pool, state-of-the-art sound systems, and an entire library of music and literature for-”

“I want to go home.” Tarn didn’t seem surprised to hear _’s protests at their new situation. He only leaned back in his seat with as far as _ could tell was a smile on his face.

“Oh _. This is home.” His tone was soft, but firm. He would not be budging on this. He moved on quickly to the next topic, likely trying to distract them. He made sure they were alright, asking them if they were in any pain and if they remembered at all how they arrived at their new room. _’s responses were short as Tarn expected. It would take some time before they would trust him enough to confide in him but he was happy to wait. He had all the time in the world, and with no one in his way to get in the way of the two of them it was only a matter of time before they stayed with him out of sheer isolation.

“Now _, I am afraid I must take my leave. Besides I’m certain you’re anxious to explore your new living quarters. If you need to talk to me all you need to do is text me and I’ll be here in a flash, alright?” There was nothing _ could do but nod as Tarn bid them goodbye. At least whatever chemical was used to subdue them had mostly worn off by the time he was gone. And after a detailed examination of the room they were in and the rooms connected to it _ had made a few observations.

First was that the door their captor had left through was locked tight with only a tiny gap underneath. There wasn’t even a way to pick the lock, as it was likely located on the other side of the door. The windows were a bust too, as though they were open, they had a protective screen on the other side that would need to be broken to get through. It probably wouldn’t be best to anger Tarn by even trying as he seemed incredibly insistent that they stay in their suite.

They also figured out that Tarn wasn’t lying when he said that everything _ had ever wanted was there. There was a kitchenette with every one of their favourite snacks, a wardrobe full of clothes on their shopping list, (Notably all the clothes would be impractical to attempt an escape in.) And a beautiful artists desk complete with all the most lavish and expensive art supplies they had only dreamed of before. It was uncanny really, how Tarn knew every one of their wants. That was most likely not a coincidence considering who he is and how seemingly obsessed he was with them.

The third observation was not only was there everything they had ever wanted, there was everything they would ever need. Tarn had certainly planned for every possible outcome. There was a first aid kit, fire extinguisher, air conditioning and heating control, and there was even a tablet left on the table that could only do one thing. Call Tarn.

It was sickening really, the lengths he went to make everything perfect. The entire time _ was searching the room it was all so eerily familiar until a nauseating realization hit them at full force. All the clothes? _ had bookmarked them online or mentioned them at some point. The snacks? _ had been dealing with what they assumed was a raccoon digging through their food trash, but the reality of it was far, far more disturbing. Even the desk was something they had been saving up for for a long time, something they assumed they would never be able to afford.“From the moment I met you, I knew I had to do anything to keep you at my side.”  Tarn hadn’t been lying about doing anything to keep them.

He was watching me.

He was listening to me.

Once again they dropped to the floor but this time it wasn’t because of any chemical. Their thoughts were racing faster and faster, trying to think of any time they had seen him before, any break ins, but their mind was drawing a blank. It made sense really. He’s the leader of the DJD, stalking is what he does. It wasn’t like setting up bugs and cameras would be all that hard for someone like him to get done. For all they knew he could have gotten one of his lackeys to do it for him. Considering their situation, it was likely Tarn was still watching and listening now as they cried on the floor.

Not that he particularly cared. He could lounge in his office and watch _ as he pleased. A few tears were expected in the long run. His plan had worked. _ was with him, and they would never leave.

Tarn ink, done yesterday

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