#megopratch

[gloopglorpgleeroopuh]

Okay some last additional scribbles too

And the award for cybertron’s messiest three way lesbian situationship goes to

[kingghoost]

Good time to tell you guys that I also like Megaratch...and meg/op/ratch

What would *that* ship name even be??? Megoptiratch.. Megopratch.. it's too long...

This doodle is their dynamic to me in a nutshell😭

Based on this SU drawing!! I have no idea where it comes from, but I think it was one of the storyboard revisionists? Not sure...

And yes, Megatron bit Ratchet's lip ^^

[sentinelsthiccass]

Looks at TFP Megop

Looks at TFP Opratch

Looks at TFP Megaratch

Can't pick one

Sighs

Looks to see if there is Megopratch content anywhere

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Meeting Up - Chapter 10 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I love writing Ratchet's POV. Which yall could probably tell cause this is the longest chapter yet.

Chapter Summary:

Orion has a plan, Megatronus goes along with it, and somehow Ratchet is dragged in by the both of them.

Preview of the chapter:

Ratchet quickly skims over the details. Orion is given permission to follow him around. He can go into any areas beneath a level 6 security access. Huh, that’s higher then Ratchet’s clearence. Did they expect him to follow multiple medical assistants? Perhaps. Though that might just be the highest level of access any of them might ever have without more formal training.

‘They will be accompanied by Megs for security purposes.’

Megs?

He looks for the name in his databank. Nothing. 

“Orion, who’s-”

“So I did have to use your nickname Megatronus.” Orion explains as he unclasps his servos. “It seemed unlikely that the supervisors would approve of a research project that incorporated a gladiator instead of a security bot as a bodyguard.”

“So you lied.” Megatronus declares as his chair lands on its front legs.

“No,” Orion begins his nervous smile growing a little more confident. “I just said your name was Megs.”

“Megs?” Ratchet looks up at Megatronus. The bigger bot seems to be shrinking in on himself. Then Ratchet looks to Orion who’s still grinning. “Are we doing nicknames now? What’s mine?” He flings a digit out, pointing accusatorily. “And if either of you say Ratch, no. That’s just lazy.”

“Why we wouldn’t dare!” Megatronus begins. He takes Ratchet’s free servo within one of his own and lifts it to his dermas. “You are and always shall be our dearest, Ratchet.”

Clearly that conversation at Maccadams had affected Megatronus after all. Ratchet tries not to think about how he can feel a surge building throughout his system. He should be affected so easily.

Ratchet pulls his servo free. “Nice try, but nicknames are supposed to be shorter.”

“But you must agree,” Orion begins. Ratchet turns to see the archivist was practically beaming. “It does have a nice ring to it Ratchet.”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime/Ratchet, Megatron/Ratchet, Megatron/Optimus Prime, Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Orion Pax Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Ratchet (Transformers), Megatronus and Orion Pax love each other very much, They also love the grumpy medic they found outside and lured in with pspsps, Non-Chronological

  Summary:

Ratchet watches Orion Pax and Megatronus. He sees their designs for the future admirers its crafters. Hope shines across their plating brighter than Cybertron's white sun. As a respected doctor seated in the lap of the Senate, Ratchet has never hoped for anything. He had never a need for it.

Watching the young revolutionaries fills Ratchet with an emotion he's never had a name for—and another he'll never say.

Orion Pax and Megatronus watch Ratchet. He doesn't know what they see.

[oppysbabydoll]

How do you feel about Megoptiratch :3

i like it! it’s hard to imagine honestly, especially in tfp (which is where i’ve been writing ratchet the most) but… if u gimme ur hcs mayhaps i can craft smth up! lmk ur hcs and ideas! i love hearing ppl yap hehe <3

[chubbybitts]

Fat muscle Optimus…. Dad bod…. He’s nice and soft, but could toss both Megatron and ratchet over his shoulder

Oh absolutely. Megs would start teasing about Ops gain only to be picked up like a big dog and is confused. Ratchet getting brought to berth cause we know the medic no sleep lol Op is just happy, cause he is now the best nap spot for both the warlord and medic lol

[brodinsons]

#the way that megatron and ratchet hate each other specifically is endlessly entertaining to me #like i'm sure the writers weren't going for 'they're both in love with optimus' but that sure as hell is how it comes off

[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

Ratchet for the characterisation meme 👀

Ratchet my beloved! Again, this is TFP Ratchet specifically because the TFP versions of characters are basically always going to be the Default Version in my head. XD Also I’m very sorry this got lost in my drafts skjhdj

1. Ratchet is an empathetic bleeding-heart sort of person who's been bled dry, so to speak, by the stress and heartbreak of the war. He's not totally burnt out on caring, as evidenced by his canon relationships, but his occasional moments of callousness (or worse) strike me as someone who knows instinctively that caring is going to get him hurt. And he can't stop himself from caring, but he can, maybe, limit the number of people he cares for specifically... that's the source of like at least 50% of his prickliness, lol. Not that it always works... [looks @ raf]

2. Optimus is straight up the most important relationship Ratchet has. They're friends from way back, but also Optimus is fairly obviously his major source of stability and hope. Ratchet says it explicitly in Predacons Rising -- "I didn't return to save a life, only to lose the one I care for most!" -- but I think it's visible long before then. (I personally think it’s reciprocated as well, but Optimus is so much less forthcoming with his emotional experiences i feel it’s more open to interpretation on that account lol.)

3. He's an idealist - more so than any of the other Autobots, I think; it’s just sometimes hard to see because fighting the Decepticons is part of his Ideals. I think he has a tendency to see situations in slightly more stark blank-and-white morality than they actually are, which feeds into the idealism - and he’s more certain of his conclusions than, say, Optimus is. Not so comfy dealing with complexities of nuance, is Ratchet. XD

4. He’s a problem-solver, but not a particularly imaginative one? He has a really big mental toolbox, I think, but he doesn’t tend to consider more out-of-the box solutions until someone else suggests them. He likes order, and reliable solutions to problems, and this doesn’t always jive well with the off-the-wall problems the show sometimes throws his way.

[tigereyes45]

Meeting Up - Chapter 11 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Am I once again posting a new chapter at 3:44am? Yes, yes I am. Listen when inspiration strikes, it hits hard.

Summary:

Megatronus watches Ratchet treat a patient while out in the field. Bulkhead is not happy to see a doctor. Good thing Ratchet isn't a doctor.

Preview of the fic:

This stupid boy. He doesn’t even know how to move! How fresh from the all spark is he?

“Stay away from him!” Bulkhead demands. He really has no idea what his situation is.

Megatronus glowers at him. He takes a step forward ready to grab the go-bot by his head.

“We’re here to help!” Ratchet shouts. Megatronus can feel the shorter bot hoist himself up, so his face was above the gladiator’s arm.

“Yeah right!”

“Believe me or don’t, but I think your supervisor wants me over there.”

Bulkhead looks to Harness. The taller, older bot nods.

“But they’ll scrap him!”

“No one’s scrapping Sledge, Bulkhead.”

Bulkhead seemingly waivers. He brings both arms to his chassis. Then his optical ridges smack together. A sharp clang sound rings out. “This is his sixth accident. I know what happens to repeat offenders!”

“Repeat offenders?”

Of course Orion doesn’t know.

“Is that what this is about?” Ratchet whispers under his breath. “Look your friend, Sledge is hurt right?”

Bulkhead glares past Megatronus’ arm. Megatronus takes a step closer, keeping him a little further from Ratchet. Basically daring the younger bot to make a move. It’s a fight he won’t win. One hand on his helm, and Megatronus could crush it. A kick to either of his bulky legs and the whole bot would go falling to the floor. He’d only make it in the arena if he learned to move that frame of his. This bot is too green, too fresh, to even put up a fight.

“As I thought. Can you reattach his limbs?” Ratchet asks, waving a transformed servo over his head. A welder sticks out. Blue fire emanates from it, ready to fix the problem. “I can!”

Bulkhead steps back. He’s beginning to see reason. Megatronus takes a step closer. The younger bot raises his wrecking balls again.

“I’m not a doctor!” Ratchet shouts. Megatronus turns back to stare. He can see many of the other gathered bots doing the same. 

“I’m not a doctor.” Ratchet repeats in a calmer tone. “I don’t have to report how many injuries he’s had before, or incidents he’s been in. I just need to include a name, and the treatment I administered in my report.”

Ratchet pushes past Megatronus’ arm. He holds both servos out towards the younger bot. “Unless someone goes digging for information about your friend specifically, my report won’t even show up.”

“Really?”

“Really, and trust me, the hospital’s administration does not care about ever injury a medical assistant can fix up.” As he reaches Bulkhead, Ratchet places a servo on top of one of his wrecking balls. The same one that had nearly him them earlier. “Let me help your friend, please.”

Bulkhead’s optics narrow, but he steps aside. “Sledge is hurt real bad.”

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Meeting Up - Chapter 12 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I love writing Jazz. I should write him more.

Summary:

Jazz takes Orion out.

Preview of the fic:

It’s not an awful way of going about things, so long as you don’t mind the extra work.”

“I don’t!”

Rewind frowns at the pad. “Clearly.”

Orion straightens up. Was there something wrong with the report? Yes it’s a little bare, but it’s just started! Plus he’s seen more these last few deca-cycles than he ever has before. Wasn’t that all the point?

He folds his servos on the table. What mistake did he make?

“Hey Orion!” A pair of arms wrap around his shoulders from behind. Jazz bumps the tip of his helm against the side of Orion’s. “Where’s my party pal?”

“Ratchet? He’s,” Wait. Where is Ratchet? Has he not been by today? Orion brings a servo to his chin.

“You haven’t seen him? I thought you two were as thick as thieves nowadays.” Jazz pulls away, giving Orion enough space to meet his optics. Jazz wears an uncertain smile. “Don’t you have to follow him everywhere for that report you’re working on?”

“Yes but today was his day off so I was utilizing it to go over my notes and organize my paper.” Orion answers, reaching for his pad but finding the table empty.

“It’s his day off?” Jazz asks pulling back fully with a grin now. “Oh yeah! No way I’m not dragging him out now!” 

Jazz rounds on Orion, placing a servo on the back of his chair and leaning in close. “You want to come with?”

“Oh?” Orion looks back down at his servos. “No. I have to finish this outline and then I was planning on paying a visit to a few of Ratchet’s patients that we spoke to these past few cycles.” Orion lifts his head and quickly explains. “For follow-up interviews.”

There’s a cough.

Orion turns to see Rewind holding that pad he had been looking for.

“My apologies Rewind!"

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Meeting Up - Chapter 14 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

I've been sick all week, so this took me a bit. Still I hope you all enjoy!

Summary:

Megatronus is given an offer that he isn't sure he wants to take.

Preview of the fic:

He steps out of the berth. His pede klinks against the metal flooring.

Orion raises his head. He smiles and drops the pad. “Good morning.”

Megatronus looks around. Nowhere in the apartment does he see Ratchet.

“Ah,” Orion’s smile becomes sheepish. “I think Ratchet left us behind today.”

“Oh.” Megatronus squeezes his optics shut. What is he doing here if this is just how it’s going to be? First he’s tacked on as some unnecessary muscle, and then he’s left behind.

“The energon is yours.” Orion’s voice coaxes Megatronus’ optics back open. The archivist nudges the energon cube closer to him. “Some bots are hungry after recharge. I wasn’t sure if you’re one of them.”

It’s othering language. Orion does not engage in it intentionally, but it’s no less there.

“I am,” Megatronus announces, grabbing the cube. He shoves it through his intake. Back when he worked at the mines, he received an upgrade that processes energon as efficiently as possible. It’ll be pushed through his system in nano-kliks; only a few drops will be caught in his intake. Eventually those too will be processed. Miners need to be able to run on as little energon as possible, but those who are not good at their jobs, are not given the gifts of upgrades to make surviving easier.

Even that, Megatronus needed to earn.

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Meeting Up - Chapter 8 - tigereyes45 - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

For some reason links to Ao3 are being weird today. So that's why this chapter post looks different from the rest.

Summary:

Megatronus' speech went poorly, and now he has to deal with the humiliation and a persistent archivist.

Preview of the fic:

Before he can get the first step out of the way, Orion’s head turns. Energon blue optics soften. Concern? Megatronus’ face falls. Pity? Newly enforced rage leads him to tighten up his expression.

Finally his pedes lift.

“Go away.” He juts out an arm, pushing Orion back, slowly but with purpose.

Orion darts in front of Megatronus’ path. “Megatronus-”

His door opens. Megatronus grabs Orion by the sides of his arms. He lifts the file clerk up before dropping him back outside the door. He planned to leave it there. To leave all those foolish ideas with Orion behind the beryllium.

“Megatronus.” Then that pathetic voice calls out to him again, and Megatronus can’t just leave things alone. Not like this.

He turns back, filling out the doorway so Orion can’t come in. He leans down, getting into the smaller bot’s face. “Haven’t you done enough?”

“I’m sorry. You were right about the speech’s length.” But not its message. Even after that reaction, Orion is still delusional. 

Megatronus can’t help but laugh. Orion pulls back. His frown deepens as he avoids Megatronus’ optics. How could he be so frightened?

Disgust slows the churning of energon through Megatronus’ body. He reels back, giving Orion all the space that their height distance can offer. It’s not enough. Megatronus turns around. He walks further into his room. His optics slide over the reflective surfaces in his room. Anything that might leave him with a glimpse of the other bot.

Orion should just leave so neither of them has to see the other right now.

Of course, that’s not what Orion does. “Megatronus!”

Megatronus closes his optics as he hears Orion step through the threshold. The door slides shut behind him. There’s no getting rid of him now. Still, Megatronus needs to try. “Go away Orion Pax.”

It may be the softest request Megatronus has ever made.

“No!” It’s not a yell so much as a declaration. The audacity is enough to regain Megatronus’ attention.

[tigereyes45]

This story follows Ratchet, Orion Pax, and Megatronus as the three meet, learn more about each other, and eventually date all before the cybertronian civil war begins.

Summary:

A slow-burn MegOptiRatch fic focusing on how the three befriend and get together before the war.

Preview of chapter 1:

A loud alarm blares from the communication device attached to Ratchet’s left shoulder. 

“Agh, probably the gladiator pits again.” He leans his head back as he smacks the device. It sends the coordinates for a room he knows all too well. Megatronus’ latest bout must’ve begun and ended earlier than scheduled.

“Go,” Optimus wraps an arm around the stack of files. “I’ll put these away until tomorrow. Which would you like to start with?”

“The oldest, and the newest first.”

“I thought you might.” Orion announces, and holds up the two sets of data Ratchet had just placed down. “I’ll make sure to keep them close by.”

“I don’t like how well you know me.”

Orion adjusts the stack in his arms. “Give it a few mega-cycles, I’m sure I won’t know you as well then.”

What a horrible thought. 

Ratchet stands up, and points at the slightly taller bot’s chassis. “Oh yes, you will. I can’t get rid of you that easily.”

“Especially since you’ll be a doctor by then.” Orion agrees looking all too pleased.

Ratchet lets loose a laugh. “So you are planning on using my skills.”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll make use of mine.” Ratchet’s optics were already mid-roll when Orion takes Ratchet’s hand and drops a cube of energon in it. Orion smiles proudly. “Enjoy.”

“Orion-”

“Your night will be longer than mine, my friend. Take it.”

Unable to find it in him to argue, Ratchet simply nods. He tucks the energon into a holder on his hip, and heads out. Iacon city is as bustling as ever. Ratchet has to weave his way through the crowds to catch the train. The car is full. He presses himself up against a wall near the door, and braces his hands against it to help him stay steady.

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Here I go adding another one of my favorite bots, Kup!

Summary:

Ratchet gets stuck at work, fixing Kup up. Primus does he wish he could be at the colosseum with Orion and Megatronus.

Preview of chapter:

“Moss that could have unknown effects on your systems.” Ratchet corrects, glaring up at the older bot.

“This is nothin’!” Ratchet begins to shift his main focus back to the work at hand, as he feels Kup getting ready for a story. He makes sure that at least some of his processing power is focused on the older bot’s tales. “Back when I was fighting in the war….”

Ratchet makes sure to turn the vacuum around. He rotates it twice more before moving down to a lower location. Rinse and repeat before he moves back up Kup’s leg. Thankfully nothing else comes splattering out. Ratchet runs another scan over Kup’s leg. It’s clean. He slowly lowers the appendage, before placing the platting back on. Then he runs a contaminate scan over the rest of Kup.

“You’re as clean as a,” Ratchet’s voice drifts off as he tries to think of the phrase Kup has used before.

Kup lets out a sharp whistle. Ratchet laughs. “Yes, that.”

The sergeant stands up. He lifts his leg twice, before grinning. “Good as new!”

“Don’t get too excited. You’re clean, that doesn’t mean you’re all fixed up.” Kup promptly sits back down. Ratchet hooks up a few of his diagnostic cables to Kup’s systems.

Kup looks around the room at the recruits still receiving treatment. “Back in the day, a medic with hands like yours would already be a doctor.”

“Thanks for the support, old timer.”

“Cut it with that scrap.” Kup declares swiping the air with an arm. “One day you’ll be as old as I am, and then we’ll see how you like hearing younger bots call you that.”

Ratchet smiles. He leans in a little closer to hide it. “If I ever get as old as you, shut my spark down.”

Kup can complain all he likes but he never really pushes for Ratchet to stop. If he wanted Ratchet to stop, he’d have made it clear by now. So he moves on, ready to complain about whatever lugheads stirred up trouble today.

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I posted this chapter 3 days ago on Ao3 but forgot to link here.

Summary:

Megatronus, Orion, and Ratchet get together to talk about their dreams of a better future for Cybertron.

Preview of story:

Ratchet presses his digits across the top of his energon, keeping it steady on the table. Orion just barely manages to catch his own before it spills.

“An enemy sounds so,” Orion taps a digit against the table. His stylus hovers above his datapad. “Aggressive.”

“If we want to enact change then we need to be on the offensive!”

Orion glances back down at the datapad. What changes were they hoping to enact exactly?

“And we can, but there’s got to be a better way to initiate it.”

“I’m a gladiator. This speech is going to be said in front of a colosseum’s audience.” Megatronus points out, prodding a digit in Orion’s direction. Yes they had decided Megatronus would be giving this speech, but what is it about? “Aggressive is what they will want.”

“No.” Ratchet scoots a little closer to the table, before sitting back on his legs. He leans across the table, resting his arms on either side of his canister. “What they want is a show.” He raises and lowers his arms, emphasizing his point as he talks. Then Ratchet waves a servo in Orion’s direction. “Orion’s right. If we want people to listen we need to inspire, not rile them up.”

“They come for the bloodsport!” Megatronus’ optics narrow as frustration fills his voice.

“And they’ll stay to listen to you.” Ratchet leans in close, resting a servo on Megatronus’ wrist. The gladiator quiets under the touch. He turns his head away, glaring out the window. “To your ideas.” Ratchet continues. His voice so earnest, that Orion wonders if he should be watching.

Politely the file clerk lowers his gaze. The datapad’s screen begins to dim. He taps it awake again. Timidly he offers, “Maybe we need to come up with some more ideas first.”