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And The Sky Bled Fire

A few cycles ago, Iacon was once ruled over by Sentinel Prime. He had ushered in a new age after the death of the Thirteen Primes, and though energon had stopped flowing, life was relatively peaceful for many Iaconians. Though if you were cogless, most of your life - from the day you emerged - would have been spent in the dark of the mines. Yet many had revered Sentinel Prime, even underneath these conditions. After all, he too wanted to find the Matrix of Leadership. Mining energon was simply… a necessity… until that goal could be reached. Yet he never quite reached that goal. No. Sentinel Prime never found the Matrix. Because the had sky bled fire.

Somebody showed me really cool fanart so I made this fanfic because I got inspired by it. This will be a one-shot because I have too many brainrots and I have set my goal already that whatever wins the poll over on my Tumblr will be what I focus on once I get the results tonight lmao.

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65100295

A long time ago, Cybertron was once ruled by Thirteen Primes.

Underneath their leadership, life flourished on the inorganic planet and energon flowed freely thanks to the powers bestowed upon them by Primus himself.

Yet such a peaceful civilization and such perfect beings can attract envy, and soon their reign came to an end.

From beyond their skies came the Quintessons, and the planet was soon plunged into war.

The battle was fierce, with no end in sight.

You would think our valiant heroes would end victorious.

But sometimes it is our enemies from within that we ought to worry about the most.

In one universe, the Primes were struck down by the ambitions and jealousy of someone they once trusted.

But at least they died together and with their sparks whole.

This is not that universe.

—

Pax felt his tanks churn inside him as he stood over Prima Prime.

He recognized the grayed frame, even underneath all the rust and the loss of the Prime’s golden accents. He remembered the image of the once illustrious first Prime from the many times he had scoured the Iaconian Archives.

That felt like a lifetime ago.

If he had been younger, he would have been in utter awe. After all, it wasn’t every solar cycle that one found themselves within the final resting place of all the Primes, though he was sure he was not the only scavenger who found the cave. As far as he could tell, some of the other frames had missing parts. Though he couldn’t really tell since he didn’t have time to properly look at them all. He did try to find Megatronus Prime’s frame (since Dee had been a huge fan of him), though he had given up after a few breems.

It didn’t matter anyway.

He came all the way here for only one thing.

Carefully, Pax pulled out the small blade he had in his subspace, wincing as light glinted off the metal from the fires outside the cave. Even inside, he couldn’t escape the inferno that awaited him once he got what he needed. Holding the knife in one servo, he moved slowly towards the Prime’s helm, his spark whirring fast in his chassis as he fought the urge to hurl the little energon his tanks had.

In his old life, he thinks this may have been considered blasphemy.

Yet as he knelt before the Prime’s head, his free servo shaking as he reached towards Prima’s optics, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to really care about that.

After all, there were no more laws to really follow.

And Primus had long since abandoned them.

He lifted the Prime’s eye shutters, noting the sparkless dull of what was once golden optics. While he couldn’t possibly use the entire part due to the sheer size, he could break down some of the components to recreate a smaller version.

He owed it to Dee.

Steeling himself, he curled his servo into a tight fist around the knife.

“I am so sorry.”

Then as gently as he could, he began to extract what he needed.

—

“Pax?”

Pax quickly slipped into the small cave that had become his and Dee’s base ever since the Inferno began. He pushed the metal covering over the entrance, sealing away the heat from outside as he entered what he supposed he could call home. As his optics adjusted slightly to the dark, he could make out Dee sitting by the makeshift table they had attempted to make together - though it leaned on one side and threatened to collapse at some point in the future. He made his way towards his conjunx, noting with worry that there was some raw energon on the table.

When the Inferno rained down on Iacon, followed soon after by the mysterious death of Sentinel Prime, anarchy had taken over the city. Many bots had abandoned their posts - which was reasonable since who had time to mine energon when the sky was raining fire. Most had tried to leave towards the surface, since everyone had initially thought the fires were only being poured down through the openings that led into Iacon, except the situation up on the surface was even worse.

A lot of bots died in the initial storm, and those that survived - both cogged and cogless - quickly tried to adjust to life among the eternal blaze. It was quickly found out it was much safer to be deep within the planet than on the surface.

That was why many cogged bots died.

They didn’t have the experience of the cogless miners.

Most had starved, and sometimes Pax stumbled upon their rusted frames when he went out to scavenge for spare parts or for anything useful.

In truth, Pax hasn’t seen a single cogged mech in quite some time now.

So, there being raw energon on the table wasn’t what concerned Pax. He and Dee had previously been miners so they didn’t have a problem mining to feed themselves. What concerned him was that Dee had gone mining on his own… when he couldn’t even see anything.

Carefully, he placed the spare parts he had gathered on the other side of the table before turning his attention to Dee.

Life within the eternal blaze had not been kind to either of them.

Pax knew that some of his paint colors had been scrapped off, the silver underneath showing. There were also parts of him that were composed entirely of other bots’ spare parts. It was much more obvious on his left arm, as it was in an entirely different paint color than his own. He didn’t really know where and how Dee got the arm, but he knew that the other mech must have gotten it from another bot since it wasn’t pieced together with different parts. It was another bot’s entire arm… just ripped out of them.

Back then, he had been a little unnerved by how okay Dee had been about using some other bot’s arm as a replacement…

Yet now, it was just a part of their life.

Besides, what he did this solar cycle probably would never be topped because who else could say they took out a Prime’s optics?

He placed his servo - his original one, never the one that wasn’t his - on Dee’s cheekplate, inspecting the wires that dangled where his optics ought to have been. Even though decacycles had passed since the injury, Pax still couldn’t bring himself to get used to the fact that he’d never get to see Dee’s original optics again.

If only he hadn’t been so reckless—

“Dee, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t mine until we got your optics fixed.” He gently stroked at his conjunx’s face, pushing down the pop-ups in his HUD that signalled his rising stress. Pax knew that Dee was capable - after all, it was only thanks to him that they both somehow survived the initial rain of fire - but he worried about him being alone deep within the mines, unable to see.

He already felt guilty enough about leaving Dee alone in their base to scrounge for spare parts.

“Someone has to mine energon, Pax. Don’t think I wouldn’t notice that our supplies were running low and you were consuming less just to keep me fueled.” Dee crossed his arms in front of his chassis, shaking his helm at Pax, even if there wasn’t any real irritation in his tone. “I know you want to fix my optics, and I appreciate you risking your life outside every solar cycle to find spare parts, but Pax if you go offline somewhere because you haven’t been refueling properly, then I can’t do anything to help you.”

“I know. It’s just—” A digit wandered close to one of the exposed optic wires, and Pax couldn’t help the guilt that rose again in his spark. He had thought, after the Inferno, that he had become more responsible. No more sneaking into the Archives. No more being chased by the guards. No more getting Dee punched by Darkwing because Pax messed up. Yet it seemed he was still the same old Orion Pax, getting his conjunx nearly killed because he didn’t think about the consequences before taking action.

As though sensing his thoughts, Dee reached out, managing to place his own servo on Pax’s cheekplate. “It was not your fault, Pax. You just wanted to help.”

“Still…” Pax’s voice trailed off, refusing to tell Dee that he would miss looking into the other’s original optics. As soon as he finished making the replacement, it would be like staring into the optics of a stranger. He clinked his helm against Dee’s, savoring the moment before he pulled away. “I think I have everything I need to make you those new optics. Come a few solar cycles and you’ll be back to seeing again.” “And see your ugly face? I think I’ll pass.” Dee scoffed, though a grin slowly made his way to his face. Then softly, he said, “Thanks, Pax.”

He felt a smile form on his own dermas, yet he found no joy even as he forced himself to say, “Anything for you.”

He would never tell Dee where he got the parts.

—

“Why hold onto this foolish loyalty?”

“I. Will. Not. Hear. You.”

“Very well, dear Prime. I shall leave you to burn in the graveyard of your failure.”

—

On the first lunar cycle since he could see, Dee was unable to fall into recharge, a fact that Pax lectured him about the following solar cycle.

This wasn’t unusual since he always tried to keep himself online if Pax was deeply into recharge. It was a difficult life on the surface and Dee constantly worried that they’d be attacked by fellow scavengers while they were at their most vulnerable… or worse…

So, he made it a habit to keep online at least until what Pax had dubbed “The Great Shadow” passed their base.

While many cogged bots died due to starvation, some were able to adjust to life within the Inferno. Energon was scarce, yet it was not the greatest threat to their lives. It wasn’t even the eternal blaze outside, since it was easy enough to avoid the fires.

No, none of those were the true nightmare that came with surviving in this world.

It was “The Great Shadow” that lurked over them that truly made survival difficult.

There was no predicting its movements. However, it seemed to follow a specific route that made it easy to know when to avoid it. In their case, Pax and Dee had discovered that “The Great Shadow” would pass through their area during the lunar cycle. So, as far as they were concerned, all they needed was to hide within their base and make it appear as though nobody lived there. They’d heard enough horror stories from other survivors of what happened to those who were caught, pieces of their dead frames found after the destruction. Sometimes, there wasn’t even a frame left to mourn for.

Dee feared other scavengers, though he was a large mech who could defend himself and Pax if it really came down to it, but there was nothing he feared more than “The Great Shadow.”

He remembered their first encounter with it. He and Pax had managed to set up base in their current cave, they had just huddled together after a long exhausting solar cycle (they hadn’t had the chance to scrounge up enough material for a makeshift berth) when it happened.

A loud crackling noise had torn through the air, nearly deafening their audials that they had to manually shut them off in fear of breaking them. Dee, who was facing the entrance that they had sealed off, had seen a large shadow - far larger than any Cybertronian, even a cogged bot, could cast - move over their base as if patrolling. He pressed a hand to his intake, forcing down the urge to scream before the shadow moved on. By the time he had turned back to Pax, he saw the fear in his conjunx’s optics, and knew he’d seen what Dee had.

It happened again the next lunar cycle, and the next.

At first, it terrified them both. That one moment that shadow would pause and tear off the flimsy metal covering that kept them safe from the outside.

Yet that never happened, and so “The Great Shadow” became a part of their daily schedule. He was certain that Pax had probably forgotten about it, since he always slept like an offlined mech.

Dee could never forget and he made sure to always wait for it to pass by before he could truly rest for the lunar cycle.

Which is why on that first lunar cycle since he could see, he had not gotten a single klik of recharge.

He had waited.

And waited.

Until the sun had risen.

And Pax had woken up and lectured him for staying up the entire lunar cycle, barring him from coming with him to scavenge for parts.

He didn’t explain it to Pax. His conjunx had enough on his processor that Dee hadn’t wanted to concern him with a problem they may not even needed to really concern themselves with. Especially since he knew the other mech still felt guilty over what happened to Dee’s optics. He couldn’t look at him for too long after he got the replacements.

Dee didn’t understand why Pax continued to be so guilty. It was his own choice to step in.

He lost his optics and his ability to see for a while, which scared him, but…

He loves Pax.

Dee would gladly remain blind if it meant keeping the other alive.

So, he kept his concern to himself. Pax didn’t need to know that, for some reason, “The Great Shadow” had changed its routes.

He could only hope that didn’t mean there was a chance they would run into whatever it was during the solar cycle.

—

“Why do you cling to a god that has abandoned you?”

“You deceive me with your lies.”

“I am no deceiver.”

“Primus—”

“Has left this planet to ruin. Has left your people to suffer at the servos of a tyrant. Has left your fellow Primes to die and you to live among their fallen frames for eternity.”

“...He must have a plan.”“Perhaps. Though is it worth all this suffering and death? Do you truly believe he does this for a greater purpose? Or did he abandon you to rust?”

“What do you know of what he wills?”“I know if my… creations… were to be pawns in a game, I would not leave one to live while the others are freed from the torment of life. How cruel, do you not agree? That you should live, while everyone you love has died.”

“Primus has his reasons.”

“Very well. If that is what you continue to believe. I shall show you then, dear Prime, the suffering accorded by your god for this great noble reason that you continue to have faith in.”

—

It was Dee’s turn to scavenge for spare parts. While they usually did everything together, there were times where they both had to split up their duties. Since Pax had been scavenging parts for an entire decacycle because Dee had been out of commission, it was now his turn to do it.

Besides, he wanted to give Pax space since he still couldn’t look him in the optics. Though by now, Dee couldn’t tell if it was because Pax still felt guilty over Dee losing his sight in the first place or if it was because his optic colors had drastically changed.

Like most mechs, Dee had blue optics before they were destroyed.

For some reason, whatever spare parts Pax had used, they had turned his optics yellow - almost near gold at times (if Pax was to be believed). Dee had tried to get the other mech to explain where he had got the spare parts, yet Pax had been resolute in not revealing the truth. Usually, Dee would have furiously given him a glare. He never did like secrets.

For this case though, he allowed Pax the privacy of that knowledge, especially since he never told Pax where he got his replacement arm.

They can both have their one secret.

So, on this particular solar cycle, Dee had taken it upon himself to scavenge for parts - even if Pax had protested about coming with him. Pax had to stay though, in the cave, to mine for raw energon - as they were running low.

Slowly, he made his way through the desolate surface, flames licking close at his pedes as he followed the well-worn trail that he and Pax used. Dee never liked straying from it. He was never much of an adventurer, and there was usually some scraps he would find laying around near the trail - if he was lucky, he may even across some scavengers who he could trade with… or… fight…

Either way, in the similar way he used to have a quota to meet in the mines, Dee always ensured he came home with spare parts that he and Pax could use in the future.

Pulling the red cloak around him tighter, Dee glanced at the sad landscape around him, his fans working overdrive to keep him cool as he navigated the harsh terrain. He tried to keep away from larger patches of fire, or the craters where… something… probably was, yet he kept his optics trained on the ground, scanning for anything that might be useful.

It helped that his new optics seemed to be… different.

Ever since Pax had placed them inside his optic sockets, Dee had the strange ability to just know where some objects were. A few solar cycles ago, Pax was searching their base for an old datapad he had scrounged from the ruins of the archives - and for some odd reason, Dee had immediately known that Pax had somehow left it underneath their makeshift berth. Pax hadn’t even batted an optic at how Dee knew but… Dee had because he hadn’t known that. The words were out of his intake before he could truly process them.

Now, usually, he would have followed the trail until he found spare parts. Yet on this particular solar cycle, he found his pedes leading him further away - a part of his spark urging him forward even as his processor demanded he turn around and return to the trail. Dee continued onward, until eventually he started to ignore everything else around him, a part of him enthralled by some distant area.

He didn’t know how long he had been walking until he finally came across a large cave. He reset his optics, his intake agape as he realized that there were… organic vines… that still hung and covered the entrance. Dee quickly glanced around him, realizing that the fires had somewhat cleared. While there were smaller patches here and there, they weren’t the raging blazes that Dee were used to encountering on the surface. He felt his spark thrum with nervousness, unsure why he had wandered so far from the trail.

Yet despite his worries, he quickly entered the save, his new optics adjusting immediately to the darkness.

He couldn’t help it.

He let out a sharp vent as he realized what he was staring at.

Dee took a few pedesteps forward, nearly stumbling against… what he was sure was a Prime’s arm. Forcing down a shudder, he carefully stepped over the fallen frame, entering deeper into the cave. It didn’t take long for his attention to turn towards the center.

It was difficult not to when Prima Prime’s fallen frame was laid gently on the ground, the Prime’s servos resting on his chassis. Though, what Dee caught Dee’s attention the most was the Prime’s open optics… or where they should have been.

Slowly, Dee moved closer, dread filling his spark as he stood near the Prime’s frame.

He refused to put any thought to it, because that made it real, though he knew deep inside what had happened.

Before he could decide what to do, he felt a shift in the air and his audials nearly burst as loud crackling filled the cavern. He turned in time to see a shadow fall over him as a large servo grabbed him.

Dee screamed, servos gripping at too large digits that nearly crush him in their grip. He tried to struggle, but then a heavy heat washed over him and he nearly collapsed as his systems began to nearly shut down. He could hear the loud whirring of his fans as they tried to combat his frame from overheating, unable to do so when he was pushed further near flickering flames. Dee tried to cycle more air by venting, optics turning upwards to meet dark red.

For a few kliks, he recognized the familiar purple mask, even if it was rusted and broken in some parts.

As his processor forced him into a shut down, he heard the soft voice of Megatronus Prime in his audials.

“You have his optics.”

Then he fell into emergency stasis.

—

“... Cease this, please.”

“Have you considered my offer, dear Prime?”

“... I swear my allegiance to you. I accept your offer, keep your promise to me and I shall be your servant.”

“Very well. I shall grant you your revenge. I will return you to your former glory. No longer shall you remain a helm without his frame. I shall grant you the power to avenge your fallen. I shall be the god you need. I will not abandon you, my champion.”

“In return?”

“All I ask is simple.”

“Nothing ever is with you gods.”

“Do not test me. All I ask… is that you rain fire upon this world and put all sparks to rest, at the cost of your own.”

“... Your will be done.”

“Then rise, Megatronus Prime. With my aid… this world shall know no more suffering, for all will join the sweet embrace of death.”

“Prima…”

Megatronus gently held onto his conjunx’s frame, the cycles had not been kind, for Prima’s golden accents had long since faded underneath rust and the gray of a fallen frame. He rested his helm against the other’s chassis, tears left unfallen as there was no familiar whirr of a spark.

He had inspected the frame of the other Primes, and like all the others, Prima was completely gone - though he had already known that truth for fifty cycles. He reset his optics, allowing himself one more moment of weakness.

For a few more breems, he allowed himself to grieve.

“I promise you…”

He lifted his helm, clinking it against Prima’s. Then slowly, he placed his conjunx’s frame down, arranging it so that for a moment he could pretend the other was merely in recharge. He stared down at Prima for a long while, until Unicron’s voice began to invade his processor once more - and he turned away.

As he began to walk out of the cave, he felt heat overtake him as fire began to form all over his frame, yet despite the flames - he felt nothing but numb.

“... this abandoned world shall burn and become your resting place.”

#transformers #transformers one #megatron #optimus prime #prima prime #megatronus prime #unicron #opmeg #primatronus #paxd

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quillneriine · 2 months ago

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Tales From Beyond the Covenant (Chapter 2)

Most details of the Thirteen Primes was recorded by Alpha Trion before his demise. This was known as "The Covenant." It contains their history, their formation of Iacon, and records of their rule over Cybertron. But that is public knowledge and easily accessed within the Iaconian archives. Instead, this is a collection of personal stories lost to time. For even the Primes, divine as they may have been, had been ordinary mechs like us. --- Otherwise known as, a series of one-shots I wrote about the Thirteen Primes from TF:One (while also taking a little bit of inspiration from the Covenant of Primus).

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64394452/chapters/167235442

At the expense of being called a narcissist, Prima understood beauty, for he knew very well that Primus had created him in his image.

Before the other twelve had filled his days with their noise and incessant presence, Prima had spent countless stellar cycles praised for his words, his wisdom, his strength, but mostly his beauty. It was a compliment - or blasphemy - to be compared to him.

Prima found it downright insulting that it was his beauty that had been mostly remembered. He may no longer be the sole ruler of Iacon, yet he was not merely a perfect face.

Therefore, it had… astonished him to find that the newest Prime had his own hidden beauty. Truth of the matter, Prima had initially thought the other mech to be rather… simple. He may have been tall… large… painted with regal purple and adorned with gold… a picture of elegance as he fought… Still! Megatronus Prime had not caught Prima’s optic at first.

Even if those traits interested him, the other Prime’s attitude absolutely did not appeal to Prima. He was a constant noise in his audial, always hovering as though he worried for Prima’s sake, and he was stubbornly caring.

However, he had to admit that all his criticisms of Megatronus had been forgotten when he had first heard the other mech sing.

It was the middle of a lunar cycle, and Prima had gone on a solitary stroll throughout the palace. Recharge always eluded him and he found it much more productive to walk through the halls, rather than waste his time on his berth.

He had barely turned a corner when a soft voice reached his audial. He paused, surprised to find that there was another spark awake when most of the Primes kept a consistent recharge schedule.

Prima had half the processor to lecture his fellow Prime (after all, how could they properly accomplish their work if they were not well-rested) when the sweet melody of a song began to haunt the air. He let out a vent, optics widening as he was enthralled by that voice. With the back of his frame pressed against the wall, he peered over the corner.

Bathed in the silver moonlight, there stood Megatronus Prime, his large frame nearly eclipsing the window he stood by. His attention solely remained on the garden outside as he continued to sing his lonely symphony.

Prima knew not how long he stood, hidden within the shadows as Megatronus sang in the light. Yet as that song continued to ring through the halls, he found his optics slowly offlining. He must have slightly dozed off because he was startled when the song finished. Without daring to look once again, Prima turned away and walked quietly back to his quarters. He could only hope to Primus that Megatronus had not noticed his presence.

As he laid in berth that night, he fell into a restless recharge, plagued by Megatronus’ voice even in the depths of his dreams.

#transformers #transformers one #prima prime #megatronus prime #primatronus #noblespark #Sole Survivor Prima AU #Prima's turn to pine for Megatronus #but he'll still be a little stubborn brat about it #give him time he has a hard time with his feelings lmao

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quillneriine · 2 months ago

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'Beneath the surface' Prima coming down to get his son be like:

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🔥 𝓜𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓷...

(I sincerely hope that the emojis are in their proper place when this ask got asked)

While Megatron and the entirety of Cybertron is freaking out and Optimus is just there rehearsing his lines like "Hello Mr. Prima prime, I really like your son-"

But in all honesty, your stories are one of my favorites, and all of your fics all have very interesting premises. Hope you have a great day!

Oh my god HAHAHAHA

I want you to know, that when I first saw this ask, I genuinely nearly burst out laughing at the emojis hahahaha. Even now it still makes me laugh cause oh my god if this ain't kinda accurate though HAHAHA. Also yeah no worries, they're in the proper places.

Also yeah like everyone would be panicking but like Optimus does not give a damn, he is immediately trying to get into Prima's good graces cause he really likes Megatron. He does not care that this is giant eldritch monster cause to be fair he is also an eldritch monster. Plus Prima can't do anything to him anyway lest he anger Alpha Trion and Zeta Prime.

Also thank you! I'm glad you liked my stories and I hope you have a great day too!

#ask #Primes as Eldritches AU #Merformer Megatron AU

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quillneriine · 2 months ago

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Had a funny haha thought

Favorite frames:

Big thanks so @/kevinformers-ibw for the title-- you the man bro ✊

#no clue what is happening here but #oh my god jollibee mention #I love that for him lmao

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quillneriine · 2 months ago

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I AM FREE (finally finished my 25-chapter original story huehuehue, though it's just the first draft and I need to edit... but that's future me's problem)

So I can finally write fanfic again huhuhu (also I promise to add a bit to the Tales Beyond the Covenant fic and answer the asks in my inbox later sksksk). Since I have been bombarded with so many brainrots throughout April thanks to the OPMeg discord server, I don't know which AUs/story ideas to write about so it is poll time!

The explanations will be down below so you know the context of each choice.

SG Primes + Royal AU (Multichapter)

The fact that I haven't written anything for the original baseline of this AU is crazy but well it's my fault for liking Shattered Glass too much. So essentially, this is a Royal AU where the main four (OP, Megatron, Elita, and Bee) are children of the Primes - who are essentially ruling over Iacon. Sentinel does not betray them (at least in baseline because the baseline version of this AU is happy).

Unfortunately this is SG so it's the horror version. In this AU, the Primes are tyrants and the main four are still related to them. In this case, however, the High Guard actually plan to stage a coup. Plot twist though, instead of Megatron joining them, it's SG OP because in this AU. Megatron is kinda busy... being reprogrammed into being obedient by Primatronus. So OP wants to save him here.

Belobog AU (Multichapter)

So, as some people can probably tell from the profile picture, I really love Honkai Star Rail (and especially my wife, Bronya skskksks). Well, I am very delusional and when I was looking at Bronya and Seele's splash art, I was like... their color schemes are kinda like SG OPMeg hahaha. So yeah, this is fanfic is essentially inspired by the Belobog chapter in Honkai Star Rail.

Just to give a bit of idea, this is actually a bit of an off-shoot from the Sole Survivor Prima AU, since here Prima take the place of Cocolia. Prima here is the only baseline version, except he's corrupted by the Matrix and Primus (who replaces the Stellaron). In this case, Prima survives Sentinel's ambush attempt but Primus still stops energon from flowing to dissuade the Quintessons from attacking.

SG TFP AU (One-Shot)

So this one is not as fleshed out since there is only a certain scenario that I really want to write about. I briefly mentioned it within my multi-SG fanfic, but I like the idea that in SG TFP, Orion genuinely did get corrupted by the Matrix. However, when he got amnesia, he went back to being Orion. Still, Megatron couldn't really recognize him so he kinda sent him off the Nemesis.

Orion does become Optimus again, except this time he's in symbiosis with the Matrix, so he remembers everything now and is no longer corrupted. He wants to win the war here so he can ensure a world of peace and order for his conjunx. This one-shot is essentially just an exploration of what would happen if Optimus actually did win the war and captured Megatron afterwards.

Fliers as Vampires AU (One-Shot)

This is a bit of a silly idea but I love vampires so I thought what if the High Guard were all vampires since they're all fliers (I believe) in TFOne. This is also combined with the idea that the seekers were the original vampires and they essentially infected the rest of the High Guard when they were on the surface. The City of Vos also exists here and Starscream is the Winglord cause I think that would be cool.

So this is like a few years after the events of the movie in TF:One. Optimus is weirded out that Megatron "disappears" after he was banished with the High Guard and is informed about another city in Cybertron, which is Vos. Like they end up allying to defeat the Quintessons and when Optimus goes to visit that's when he meets a reformatted Megatron who has been turned into a flier.

TFOne Amnesia AU (One-Shot)

Nothing really elaborate, but I would just like to write an Amnesia AU for TFOne and I swear this time this is baseline and not SG lmao. So like you know, typical scenario, Megatron loses his memory and reverts back to D-16. Optimus finds him and decides to bring him back to Iacon. He's unable to really put him in jail so he just keeps him around even though he feels guilty about doing so.

However, since I am a bit of a sucker for possessive Optimus, he just does his best to essentially keep Dee from finding out he's Megatron and the leader of the Decepticons. Like he feels guilty essentially confining Dee and kinda taking away his agency, but Optimus just wants his best friend back, even if it means keeping him in this state. This will have consequences though lmao.

Vessel Prima AU (Multichapter)

Another off-shoot of the Sole Survivor Prima AU, because someone kept me up until 5:00 AM just because of this concept. So it's essentially the same thing with the Sole Survivor Prima AU, except in this case Prima isn't... just Prima. So the concept is, as the first Prime, Prima can actually hear Primus in his head and at times can be controlled by Primus.

In comparison to the original fanfic, in this AU, Orion didn't get invited to archive information about the Primes. Instead, he acts reckless about looking for information to the point that he ends up attracting Prima's attention, and therefore Prima finds out about Megatron through him. So they end up getting dragged by the High Guard and arrested lmao.

Sole Survivor Prima AU (Multichapter)

So I know I already wrote like two one-shots for this AU but I do genuinely want to write a fully-fleshed out fanfic for this (like having multiple chapters), so I can actually discuss more about the Primes as well as build up the horror lmao. So yeah, this is just an expansion upon the idea of the Sole Survivor Prima AU where I actually write more about Prima and D-16.

There's still some OPMeg here, however they're not the focus. I will be changing it from the original premise. In this new scenario, I am going back to the actual original version (of the first Megatron being related to Prima and Megatronus AU talked about in the OPMeg server), where Prima ends up finding Dee by accident cause I like Dee just dealing with the horror of that all on his own.

#transformers #transformers one #transformers shattered glass #transformers prime #opmeg #megop #optimus prime #megatron #prima prime #primatronus #thirteen primes #high guard

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For Whom the Wedding Bells Toll

With so many universes, Optimus Prime and Megatron will always find each other. This may or may not be good for the SG Megatrons of the multiverse. Otherwise known as, me writing about the marriages of five different OPMegs because I can.

"I will use my free time to write that Primes fic" I said, but I lied because I didn't have a single free time this entire April and now that I do… I was craving OPMeg lmaooo. So y'all can have this instead. I should really write for baseline but I love Shattered Glass so much, and like honestly I feel most baseline Megatrons would rather die than let these scenarios happen to them lmao. But yeah, hope y'all enjoy this, I mostly did this for myself lmao.

There will be some explanations at the end (though in the Ao3 not on this Tumblr post).

Ao3 Link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64957660

TF:One - Denial

The conjunxing ceremony was to be broadcasted to all of Iacon. A promise that there would be no war. That all was forgiven. The High Guard were allowed back in the city that had been their home. The Iaconians tried to adjust to their new lives, the reintegration of newly-cogged mechs and the demolition of the mines being the primary objective now that peace had been restored. Even the dissenters, the ones still lived, were released from their jail cells - barely escaping execution. An ordinary citizen could not be faulted for thinking about how blessed by Primus this day was.

Perhaps it was, but not for Megatron. He stood by a window, his servos pressed against the glass as he stared out - not at Iacon - but rather towards the open sky of the surface above. His wings felt heavy against his back, though he knew very well that he would never feel the wind against his wing panels ever again. Yet as he considered the High Guard, his mentors who had taken him in and loved him, he knew he could not feel too much regret. After all, he was the one who proposed this ceremony in the first place.

“Sweetspark~” He felt arms wrap around his neck cables, a heavy frame pressing against his back. The Prime loomed behind him, a grin spread across his face. Megatron noted the lack of battlemask… a shame, he would have preferred to see it over the scorch marks that the Prime sported - ones that he had caused. “The staff were looking all over the Tower for you. I nearly offlined a mech when they told me you were missing. Not getting cold pedes, are you?”

There was an underlying threat underneath the joking tone, a dark glint in Optimus’ red optics.

“No. I only needed some venting room.” Megatron grumbled out, gritting his dentae as he forced a smile on his face. “Why would I want to run from my Prime?”

“Oh, Dee, why would you run from me indeed?” The Prime leaned his intake closer to Megatron’s audials, his voice soft. Their past still lingered in the air between them. “We both know what will happen if you do.”

The problem with ensuring the High Guard’s place back in Iacon was that they both knew that the Prime could easily kill them if Megatron were to step out of line.

For them, Megatron would endure this ceremony… and being the Prime’s for the rest of their lives. He offlined his optics, letting the Prime press against him closer. He felt a helm nuzzle against his back and his future conjunx began to purr, content to hold him tightly in his arms. Megatron could pretend to be happy. He’s endured life underneath Sentinel’s reign before, he could endure this new life underneath a new tyrant’s reign.

And well… if Megatron could shut off his processor for a bit, he could almost pretend the arms that held him - that loved him - were Pax’s.

—

The conjunxing ceremony was utterly perfect. Optimus had ensured that. He didn’t want his special day with his beloved to be ruined because some incompetent bot couldn’t do their job. Call him obsessive but he had wanted nothing to go wrong. Everything had to be perfect, he finally got Dee back and he wanted to show the other mech just how wonderful their new lives could be now that he was Prime. Dee had smiled the entire time, so everything must have been done right. Now though, they were both in their shared berth together, basking in each other’s warmth.

Dee had quickly fallen into recharge, exhausted after everything that happened. Optimus didn’t mind, he liked being able to hold his conjunx - and the thought of that made him smile - in his arms. He used to dream about this when they were still cogless miners. They’d had nothing but each other then. Optimus leaned closer, resting Dee’s helm against his chassis as he listened to the soft rumbling of his engine and the soft thrumming of Dee’s spark close to his. For a good while, he thought he had lost Dee, that he would never get to hold him again.

“I’m happy you’re back, Dee.” He pressed a kiss to the top of his conjunx’s helm, gently stroking at his wing panels. When Dee had left with the High Guard, Optimus had thought his spark would die out for a second time. He had been desperate to get him back, enough so he could hardly run Iacon that he had to rely on Elita and Bee - which stung considering that he was the Prime and Primus would have been disappointed in him. Who knew that threatening to start a war against the High Guard would bring Dee back to him?

He hadn’t even wanted to keep the High Guard alive when Dee proposed the conjunxing ceremony. Optimus wanted to rip them all into pieces like he had Sentinel. He wanted them all offlined for being traitors to the Primacy and for stealing Dee from him… but Dee had cried so sweetly for him that Optimus couldn’t help but cave to his commands. He’d like to believe that it was because his conjunx was such a softspark that he wanted his own captors to be spared, even if Optimus still worried that the High Guard had twisted Dee’s perception of him.

Pressing the other mech closer to himself, Optimus let out a soft vent. At least they were together now. Glancing down at his conjunx, he couldn’t help but coo as he noticed tear tracks against Dee’s cheekplates. He reached out a servo, wiping at the cleaning agent that leaked from Dee’s optics. He must be having bad dreams in his recharge. Was he worried that he would wake back up on the surface and Optimus wouldn’t be there?

“It’s okay, Dee. We’re together again.” He murmured softly, “I’m right here… you’re safe… and I am never letting you go again.”

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TF: Bayverse - Anger

Optimus did not require a Lord High Protector. He knew not why it was an insisted upon tradition in the Primacy, another custom he will have to rectify once he fully took control from Sentinel. However, the tradition did have its merits and he would not have met the love of his life if it were not for this particular custom. As was meant to be, Sentinel had arranged for candidates to present themselves before him, and he would choose which one of them was to become his Lord High Protector. Truthfully, he had not been paying attention to any.

Until Megatron. His attention had wavered, focused instead on his goals for the future when the other mech had entered the room. Unlike the others who had immediately knelt at his feet, pledging their lives for their future Prime - a vow that all Cybertronians ought to consider coded within themselves already and so it hardly impressed him - Megatron had strode up to him without fear. He had stood there silently, an imposing presence that Optimus had finally deigned the other mech his gaze. Blue optics stared cooly into his own before Megatron lifted his chinplate high, a picture of confidence.

“My Prime.” Despite his large frame, the other mech’s voice was so soft that Optimus had to strain to hear it. Megatron had not uttered another word, turning away so he could begin the combat simulation. The sheer rudeness and audacity of the other mech caused Optimus to put all his attention on him. At the beginning, he thought of the many ways he could have the other punished for his insolence. Yet the longer he watched the other mech fight gracefully, his anger had begun to subside as he found himself enthralled by the fluidity of the other mech.

Megatron had not even introduced himself after it was over. Optimus had to lower himself and ask Sentinel for the mech’s designation - which delighted the older mech for he had taken it as Optimus showing interest in a potential Lord High Protector. He had endured Sentinel’s cheerfulness, if it helped convey his want for the other mech, then so be it. Optimus did want Megatron. He had to admit that while he had watched the other mech spar, he had not paid attention if he was a good fighter. No, he had focused on how it nearly looked like dancing.

He had no interest in a Lord High Protector. Yet Megatron had caught his optic. His moves had been graceful, and despite his rough stature, he clearly held a gentleness underneath. It disgusted him to think that such a sweet spark would ruin themselves with fighting. He thought Megatron would have been better off as a civilian mech. He would have thrived there instead of becoming a soldier. Still, at least him being a soldier had led him straight into Optimus’ arms.

No, Optimus did not want a Lord High Protector.

But a queen?

He wouldn’t be opposed to that.

—

Megatron pressed a servo against the open gash on his frame, growling and cursing at the damned Prime for leading him to this point in his life. He could hear the loud blaring from the console as the ship continued to alert him that crashdown was imminent. As if he needed anymore reminders that he was doomed. Letting out a hiss, he wrenched himself from the ground as he left the main control room. He needed to ensure that the Allspark was safely secured before the ship crashed. Primus help him, he hoped it didn’t land on a populated planet.

Nearly tearing the door panels open, Megatron stalked into the room, letting out a quiet vent as the Allspark remained where it was - unmoved even as the ship continued to plummet. Leaning against the wall, he allowed himself to rest even as his anger tore through his HUD. If he had been younger, he may have ripped the remains of the ship to pieces. It wouldn’t have mattered since there was nothing to be done about repairing it. However, years of being a docile “queen” had rewired his programming that his anger was not as destructive as it had been.

Offlining his optics, he let out a tired whirr as he slid to the ground. He could feel the rage thrumming in his spark… but it wasn’t his own. His Prime must have realized what he had done by now, though Megatron could not bring himself to care. This needed to be done for the sake of their entire species. Cybertron had already been lost, the Allspark cannot be destroyed too. Even if it meant going against his Prime, Megatron had to do this. He could only hope that his loyal mechs would be able to escape the Prime’s wrath.

He should have known something was wrong with the Prime when he had first disregarded the old Cybertronian traditions. Megatron had not necessarily wanted to be the Lord High Protector, though it would have been an honor. Although that was his official title to the people, behind closed doors, the Prime insisted that Megatron wasn’t his Lord High Protector - but rather his queen. Megatron had gritted his teeth and took it in stride… that was before Optimus had killed Sentinel and began to introduce new laws to Cybetron. Megatron truly snapped once Optimus had led their planet to its destruction.

He had said that he thought Cybertronians should not be confined to one planet, that they had the capacity to rule over large planetary systems, entire universes even. Optimus had dared to even decide to destroy the Allspark to prove his point. Which has led Megatron to this point, running away from his Prime with the Allspark. He would crash on some backwater planet, far from his home… and perhaps would even die at the impact. But it did not matter.

He was the Lord High Protector.

And he’d be damned if he let Optimus lead their people into extinction.

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TF: Earthspark - Bargaining

“Me for the Decepticons.” His words were hollow as they rang out in the open air between them. Megatron stared resolutely at the other mech in front of him, not daring to let a single emotion appear on his face. He would not give the Prime that satisfaction. Red optics peered down at him, as if the other could not believe what he was hearing. Unable to contain himself, Megatron let out an annoyed vent, “Did you hear me, Optimus Prime? This is an offer. You will release the Decepticons, let them return to Cybertron, and I will be yours.”

“While the offer is tempting…” He felt the other mech draw closer, clawed servos reaching behind him to grasp at his wings. Megatron bit the tip of his glossa, pushing down the urge to shudder as Optimus began to run his digits through sensitive panels. The Prime had wasted no time to press close to him, their EM fields intermingling as their frames were close enough to share warmth. Megatron was grateful that he was spared the indignity of having his Decepticons watch himself be so debased. “How do I know you won’t fly away as soon as they’re free?”

“Unlike you, Optimus, I am a mech of my word.” They both knew this was merely the Prime’s attempt at banter. Megatron would never dare compromise his Decepticon’s lives. Letting out a tired vent, he reached out his servo, gripping at the Prime’s arm. “You can install an inhibitor chip on my wings, if you must. Rip them out, if you so please. Let my mechs go and you can do what you want with me.”

As he laid down his offer once again, a flicker of confusion crossed the Prime’s optics, a frown appearing on his face. To his surprise, the other mech withdrew his hold from his wings, taking a few pedesteps away as if… he was disgusted, though Megatron did not know what had caused such a reaction. The Prime had always commented on his wings before, so he had assumed that the other was obsessed with ensuring his conjunx-to-be (for Megatron was well aware of what the mech wanted from him) couldn’t ever fly away.

“What do you say, Prime?” He stepped closer, stopping only when the Prime jolted away.

What was his problem?

“You…” Red optics regarded him carefully, glancing up and down his frame. “You really would let me do that to you?”

Megatron frowned, somehow unsure now. If he didn’t know any better, he could swear it was Optimus who was being held at gunpoint with this offer. He didn’t know why the Prime was resisting unless…

Rolling his optics, Megatron bit the tip of his glossa once more before gritting out. “I will let you conjunx me. Just let my Decepticons go home.”

For a moment, he was answered with silence.

Then, the Prime did what Megatron had expected he would do.

Though, Optimus Prime didn’t look happy to accept the deal.

—

“You’re free.”

He watched Megatron reset his optics, his intake opening as if in disbelief. The other mech had been trapped within the Autobot base ever since he had exchanged himself for his Decepticons’ freedom. Yet now, in the dead of the lunar cycle, Optimus had led him towards the front entrance and had opened the door - gesturing for him to go. Megatron stood at the opening, the silver of the moonlight glinting off his frame as he tried to see what trickery Optimus was planning. But there wasn’t any… because Optimus wanted him to leave. He wanted him free.

“I love you, you know… I… I really do.”

Optimus lowered his gaze, his dermas almost quivering as tears threatened to escape him. He knew must look pathetic to the other mech, yet he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t bring himself to feel more shame as he let his emotions show. He was already full of regret and disgust at himself, at having agreed to this deal in the first place. He should have said no when Megatron had proposed it, but how could he have when Megatron had offered him his spark… though that was never truly the case.

“I have longed for you all these centuries, all these millennia… When you offered yourself, how could I have resisted? I want you so much… but now I see I cannot have you this way. I want your happiness more than I want you. I love you too much to force you to stay with me.”

He thought he could force himself to live with it, but the longer Megatron had stayed confined in his quarters, the more Optimus felt terrible. He hated how miserable the other mech looked, how he forced himself to smile around Optimus each time he tried to hold the other in his embrace. How could he possibly conjunx Megatron when he knew the other mech did not want him? He could not live with the sparkbreak of that.

“You’re free to go. I won’t chase after you. I won’t have the Autobots follow you.”

He turned to leave, yet Optimus couldn’t bring himself to continue walking. He looked over his shoulder, noticing that Megatron’s shadow still loomed over him - as if the mech hadn’t left yet. Unsure, he voiced out the question that has been haunting him all these lunar cycles.

“I love you, but you don’t love me… Do you ever think… you could?”

There was a long stretch of silence, and he thought the other had left, but then he heard Megatron’s soft voice.

“If you change… not for me, but for your own sake… then maybe.”

He heard the tell-tale noise of the other entering his flight form, the loud whirr of a jet, and he knew the other was gone.

Optimus didn’t know how long he stood in the shadows of that hallway, Megatron’s words lingering in his mind.

Change…?

Was that possible for someone like him?

… Should he try?

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TF: Prime - Depression

He mourns the dead.

He mourns for Orion Pax.

Megatron spends a lot of time alone on the Nemesis, though he knew he couldn’t afford to let his sadness consume him for too long. The Decepticons needed him, and he had a war to win. They had lost far too much for him to lose himself in his despair. Besides, he knew if Unicron had it his way, Megatron could not spend far too long in his mourning. The god already willingly assists them by providing Purple Energon, he wouldn’t want his efforts at helping Megatron be put to waste.

Yet after… everything, he felt he could be afforded this moment of peace for a little longer. Megatron let out another vent, pressing his helm against the cool metal table as the memories of what had happened rewound in his processor. For so long, he had deluded himself to believe that when Orion Pax had taken in the Matrix all those cycles ago, he was still in there somewhere, because the mech that returned had not been the conjunx he loved. No longer was he the sweet, though sometimes clingy and possessive, archivist that Megatronus had fallen in love with.

When the Prime had lost his memories and returned as Orion Pax, Megatron had thought that somehow he had gotten his conjunx back… but it was a cruel trick. The mech that had stayed aboard, that Megatron had willingly to stay, was not Orion Pax. He couldn’t have been. Another trick from Primus to get Megatron to put down his guard. At least he had not had to personally deal with the Prime himself, even though he knew it was a cowardly move. He had wanted to observe “Orion” first before he revealed himself as the leader of the Decepticons.

Yet the longer “Orion” had stayed on the Nemesis, the more angry he got. This wasn’t the archivist he knew. “Orion” had been so furious when he had heard about the war from Soundwave, and had demanded to know where Megatronus was, where his conjunx was. Megatron had not revealed himself then, even though he knew the other mech must have been grieving for his “missing” conjunx. Megatron had only shown himself once it all came to a destructive end, with “Orion” nearly attacking poor Starscream who was trying to calm him down from leaving the Nemesis and scouring Earth.

“Orion” had visibly calmed down when he saw Megatron, though he had been “horrified” to find out that Megatron was one of the leaders of the war. He had tried to convince Megatron to leave with him, to run away together. That was when Megatron decided to cast him out of the Nemesis and back to Earth. It was nothing but a trick, a deception, from Primus to get Megatron to surrender - and once he did, there would be no stopping the Autobots.

Megatron tried to shake the memories away, but he couldn’t help but cry as they replayed again.

—

He mourns the living.

He mourns for Megatronus.

A millennia of a life gone, Optimus should feel anger, yet he was honored that he had been chosen by Primus - and that this time, he was allowed to remember. Still, he could not help but grieve the cycles he had lost underneath the Matrix’s influence, though really Primus hadn’t meant to use his frame as a puppet since he too had no say in who would become Prime. It was the Senate and Alpha Trion with their ambitions… Optimus wishes he could kill them again for what they did to him.

He knew he couldn’t let himself continue on this way. It was bad enough that the Autobots were beginning to question leadership, claiming he may have been misled or influenced by his brief time with the Decepticons on the Nemesis. He understood why they were hesitant to follow him now. After all, Optimus was a different mech to Orion, though they were now one and the same. He had changed a lot from the cold leader they had known. Optimus had been stoic and empty, a mere shell piloted by the Matrix. Orion had his own dreams he still wanted.

He had not enjoyed his time on the Nemesis, but at least now he was whole. The Matrix and Optimus now working together in symbiosis. He had a lot to change if he wanted to finish this war. It may have been a terrible situation, but being on the Nemesis had granted him - and thus the Autobots - a few leverages. For instance, he now knew the identity of the Decepticon leader. For millennia, it had plagued Primus who was opposing his Prime, but now they knew it was merely Orion’s poor grieving conjunx - still fighting for freedom and civil rights.

In the past, Orion had been by his conjunx’s side through it all, but now he sees a different path. He could grant his conjunx’s wish. A world of peace and freedom… but to achieve that, one needed someone to ensure order, and that was his promise as his conjunx’s Prime. It pained him to see Megatronus lost in this war. It hurt him to know that he was so far gone that he had refused his offer to run away together. Optimus, now completely whole with Orion’s memories, didn’t know why his conjunx was being so difficult about this.

His poor darling poet… though he had been a gladiator, they both knew he had never enjoyed the senseless fighting. Yet this war had changed them both. Optimus let out a soft vent, replaying the memories of his time in the Nemesis. He could almost see the tear tracks that had left their permanent marks on his conjunx’s face, and Optimus felt his spark break at the thought his Megatronus had been suffering for all these millennia without him.

Fine, he will finish this war.

For his poor conjunx, he’ll ensure a world where he’ll never have to fight again.

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TF: IDW - Acceptance

Optimus had kept a recording of the trial, no matter how disastrous it had been. He should have known that Megatron would have taken the opportunity to reassure his Decepticons that their fight was not over, that for as long as there was a bot alive that believed in their cause, then tyranny would never win. It had taken an embarrassingly long time for someone to disrupt the broadcast, and whoever was responsible for that had been quickly dealt with. Optimus did not have the patience for bots who could not do their work correctly, especially during that crucial moment.

Only after he had Ratchet silence Megatron’s voice box did Optimus allow the trial to begin again. Everyone knew it was a farce from the beginning, while Megatron had committed many war crimes against his fellow Cybertronians… who hadn’t, really? And the Autobots had done far worse. He had done worse - though Optimus was only really assuring Primus’ will. If it meant some bots had to die to ensure order, then Optimus would gladly take on the role of executioner. Still, with the trial, Optimus had never intended Megatron’s final sentence to be death. Why waste such a precious spark?

“To atone for your crimes against Cybertronians and the Primacy…” He heard his own voice on the recording, yet Optimus only half-listened as he continued on with his work. Megatron’s frame shook underneath him, the warmth of his energon coating Optimus’ servos as he continued to rip through the other mech’s wings. He had envisioned this scene a long time ago, ever since Megatron had chosen to leave his side. Really, Optimus had been patient, they both knew this was how it was all going to end. As if Optimus would have ever let his conjunx-to-be go without a fight.

“You are being granted amnesty… As Primus wills it, I, Optimus Prime, sentence you to the fate of becoming my conjunx. May you find peace in this new role that I have mercifully granted you…” The Decepticons would undoubtedly know that the trial was rigged, but it wasn’t about actual justice. It was about embarrassing their leader, it was about demoralization, and it was a reminder that Megatron was his. Always has been. Always will be. He may have refused Optimus in the past, but he had only delayed the inevitable. Optimus always gets what he wants in the end.

Tearing through another wing panel, Optimus couldn’t help but grin as Megatron’s intake opened in a silent scream. The recording of the trial had ended, so now he could put all his focus on attending to his conjunx-to-be. The conjunxing ceremony was approaching soon and Optimus had to help Megatron prepare. His voice box had already been silenced. The veil he was meant to wear had already been chosen. All that was really left was to tear Megatron’s pretty blue wings right off his frame.

He couldn’t risk Megatron flying off. Optimus would gladly help him accept his new reality.

—

Megatron could feel the weight of the Prime’s arm over his frame, and though he knew the other was deep into recharge, he could not help but keep his venting to a minimum. He did not dare to move, though he could not tell if his frame was shaking. He was exhausted, really, yet he worried what may happen if he allowed himself to relax around the Prime. Still, from the warning in his HUD, he knew that a shutdown was imminent and from the way his frame was overheating, it was inevitable that he would be forced into recharge.

The conjunxing ceremony had surprisingly not been broadcasted like the trial. Aside from a few Autobots and captured Decepticons, it had been a private affair. After all these millennia, it appeared that the Prime still did not like to share. It sickened Megatron to know that despite everything, he could still predict the other’s move. It had not surprised him at all in the trial that Optimus would pull a stunt like this. It did not even surprise him that Optimus had ripped off his wings, though they were now repaired and installed with an inhibitor chip. He expected this.

“You’re thinking too hard, sweetspark.” A voice murmured into his audials. He let himself be pulled onto his back, red optics gazing down at him as the Prime moved to loom over him. Megatron wanted nothing more than to shout at him, yet his voice box had not yet been restored. “Even when silenced, you still have a lot on your processor. Well, I didn’t fall for a stupid mech after all. Once you’re more agreeable, I’ll let Ratchet fix your voice box. I miss our debates.”

With that admission, Megatron bared his dentae, which only elicited laughter from the Prime who leaned over him. He felt a servo rest against his chassis, pressing him deeper into the berth.

“Or maybe I’ll keep you like this. I will miss your voice but I would rather my conjunx not scream delusional accusations at me for the rest of my life.” Optimus vented wistfully, as if reminiscing old memories that Megatron wanted nothing more than to forget. “Well either way…”

Megatron tried to turn his helm, his spark running cold as Optimus leaned a little closer, their dermas nearly touching. He could feel the other’s weight and heat bearing down on him, crushing him in the intensity. His HUD began to flash red, signalling that his exhaustion had caught up to him.

As his systems began to shut down, he felt the Prime lean down and kiss him softly - as though they truly were conjunxes. Before he could completely go offline, Optimus let go and leaned towards his audials. “Either way… so long as I have you with me, it doesn’t matter if you can speak or not. I have you, and you’re never leaving me again.”

As he was forced into recharge, Megatron thought death would have been preferable to this.

#transformers shattered glass #transformers one #transformers bayverse #transformers earthspark #transformers prime #transformers idw #transformers #optimus prime #megatron #opmeg #I was hungry lmaooo #so I had to write this

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