#human orion pax

[tid-liddell]

Draw me like one of your Iacon femmes, Orion...

tw: nudity, suggestive

*shittyfluted titanic theme playing on background*

Btw you can see full pic of Megatronus' body on my Boosty

[cabbagege]

[rider6666]

[ashesfordayz]

Watched the Transformers One trailer and immediately started designing some human versions of Orion Pax (Optimus Prime) and D-16 (Megatron) respectively ^^ They were so damn cute!! Its gonna be so sad when they split up 😭

[orseymon]

My boy!

[mskenway97]

I got the urge to write more drabbles, this time I have continued when orion shows d16 to the human:

D16 didn't understand why orion always disappeared when he least expected it, in fact it had surprised him that he had found an unknown ship, he was going to know more about the communication but it was cut off.

It was his problem, he said to himself, but he still went to look for him.

-Orion, what are you doing? We have already been told that this area is dangerous," said d16 as he saw that he was carrying something in his servos.

D16 stood with his optics wide open to see what that thing was.... It looked like a smaller cybertronian, no... it was different organically...

-In the name of Primus! What is that? - shouted D16 scaring that little thing that had covered what looked like its head.

- I found it in one of the crashed ships, there was never anything like it. It's like a version of us, it's like an alien," said Orion stroking the head of that being.

-You've gone crazy! It could be poisonous! - said D16 as orion handed it to him in his servos.

-It looks kind of hostile to you?" said Orion as D16 took a closer look.

Actually it didn't, D16 noticed its tremors and something in its eyes.... Maybe it felt threatened? No, it was scared... He lifted his digit to try to touch what seemed to be its face but it was resisting a lot. Until he had contact and moved the servo carefully, making the sensation calm the creature.

-Careful, it's delicate before it gave a squeak... when I lifted it off the ground," said Orion.

D16 had never held anything like this in his life, unlike metal it was a nice touch.

- We should leave it where it was," said D16.

Orion denied - its ship is destroyed... it's technology I don't know. But it looks like this little is trapped here," said Orion.

D16 looked again at that little being, being in this area he wouldn't survive.... In an unknown world, alone...

-We can take care of it... until we have more information about it. But don't let anyone else know," said D16 while Orion smiled.

-I knew you'd grow fond of it," Orion said as he looked down at the little boy who seemed to be calm in D16's servos.

Maybe having it among them wouldn't be so bad.

[lynxmov]

expect a lot of sketches on this couple in the near future

The humanization design of Megatronus belongs to @comet2i

[muaan]

[sweetlikesummerhoney]

Ok so I am in love with Ur mafia au

Read ur rather die....in love with it

Can we get how they meet, fallen in love, and first time in bed?❤️

Reader being Megatron's sister and optimus fall for her after a steamy night

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

human! (pre mafia boss) orion pax x afab reader.

human mafia! au. plot. lore. mild gore and wounds. found family with megatron (he's your brother). reader is referred to as "stitcher" briefly. orion pax!!!

oral giving and recieving. fingering. praise kink and mild dirty talk. overstimulation. piv sex.

boy this might be really long lol the brain worms were fr stewing on this one. I couldn't just write the steamy scenes without lots of plot and backstory, so this is an unofficial official beginning between megatronous and orion pax (later optimus).

you were familiar with the way his rough, warm hands would always press into your shoulders. guiding you, teaching you the ruthless land of the underworld. filled with hate and hunger, greedy eyes and starving stomaches.

his name was megatronous. his presence was one of the rare reliefs in kaon. because in the underworld, the only way to survive is to claw your way to the surface. and he had already done that once before.

despite his skinny, lengthy body, his heart held true. despite the way he had suffered, watching his brothers and sisters die in the mines. his mere designation as a coal miner did not bind him, but rather fuel that raging spark he held in his chest.

it had been mere coincidence you had passed him. ears perked for danger, because in kaon there was no time to rest. if you didn't have your guard up, you would be prey to the ruthless that haunted the tunnels.

all you heard was a grunt before finding someone barely older than you, one with striking silver hair and ruby red eyes. despite the way the black uniform clung to his boney form, you could clearly see the red that slowly spilled from his torso.

his eyes narrowed as you slowly approached, reaching into your bag to retrieve the few, rare bandages you managed to scavenge from behind a hospital.

maybe it was your bleeding heart that made you do this. or foolishness. kaon has no place for fools.

you helped him anyway.

he weakly scampered away, trying to fruitlessly drag his body away from you in fear. his fangs were on display as he hissed at you, daring you to approach, ruby eyes narrowed at your form.

you feigned innocence as you saw him clench at the handle of a blade, eyes squinted in determination. boundless will to survive hit you, and you smiled to yourself.

he stiffened.

you ignored his threats, the way he brandished his weapon without batting an eyelash. you were unresponsive to the way he threatened to slash you to pieces. you ignored the way his knife pressed against vulnerable flesh, instead taking in his shaking hand and the harsh words escaping parched lips.

what a feisty little thing.

you wordlessly began treating the wound, watching confusion and weariness set on his face. the tight grip on the blade never left, but he was kind enough to shift when you went to wrap the wound.

"this is a salve that you can apply. otherwise, try to keep the wound as clean as possible. no dirt, soot, or foreign material should get in there." you spoke, giving him a firm nod as you stood up.

it took him a few seconds to recognize the kindness lingering off your form, something simply unheard of in the underground.

"why?" it was a simple question, but it struck your soul. you pursed your lips, biting them as you thought.

"everyone deserves a bit of kindness every once in a while."

and then you left, not knowing this wouldn't be the first time you saw him.

-

he kept you in his sight. watching the way you scampered and fled, keeping close eyes on the officers who drank and smoked. you were an unofficial medic of sorts, despite being so young and helpless. those around you kept their lips tight and eyes closed to your actions.

whether from disinterest or a strange sort of protectiveness, megatronous was not sure. what he did know, was you were around his age. a young kaonian without any parents, and without support. it was a miracle you had survived as you did.

and a sort of strange, alluring foolishness that caused you to stop and help that night. so unlike the others that roamed the darkened alleyways.

a botched, silver scar had rested in the place of the wound you had treated all those months ago. and between fighting in the rings and gathering information about the kings of kaon, he had stumbled across you once again.

you were cornered. surrounded by ruthless fighters who had nothing good to do than waste time. their leers and jeering had you narrowing your eyes and clutching the straps of your backpack.

their figures seemed to tower over yours as they pulled and pushed, but your face held nothing but slight annoyance.

you looked helpless. someone so small wouldn't be able to fight off the street ruffians of kaon. megatronous, for once, thought about stepping in. if it were anyone else, any other kaonian, he wouldn't have cared. yet one of the kind souls, few and far in between, had all been caught and killed.

the good die young was a saying that he bitterly believed in.

your hair whipped into your face as you yowled, quickly avoiding their jabs. unheard words were uttered, only spurring them on. you eyed their dirtied knives with disdain.

one got closer, pulling at loose hair as you jerked closer. megatronous was not close enough to hear what was being uttered, but from your expression he could only guess.

and when a knife scraped itself into your skin, the world went sideways.

megatronous came to your rescue as you lept into action. one hand that had been previously hidden behind your back had flung several sharp, thick needles in their directions. with surprising speed and accuracy, you slammed your fist into the nearest's stomach and sent the offender sprawling to the floor.

megatronous didn't let surprise flash over his face, merely swooping in and quickly taking out the remaining perpetrators near you. their angry cries were quickly quieted as they saw who stood before them.

the rising star of kaon. megatronous. the gladiator who killed and fought and clawed through blood, sweat, and tears.

who slaughtered mercilessly in the pits, with ruby red eyes that swam like the sea of blood shed around him.

you stared in silence.

"are you okay?" his question took you by surprise. from the rumors floating around you had only guessed megatronous was vicious and enraged, merciless and sharper than the current military's commanders.

from skin to bone into lithe, smooth muscle. he had grown significantly since the last time you saw him. all those matches won must have given him several credits for better resources. better food.

an option out.

yet here he was. still in kaon. still in that same dirty, black uniform.

"m' fine." you mutter, brushing hair out of your face as you eye him up and down.

"you normally don't come here." you snort as you raise an eyebrow,

"and what were you doing here? your sponsors would balk at the way their honored gladiator of kaon still dirties himself with the underground."

his frame stiffened, eyes narrowing and hands clenching for a moment. his voice is smooth and filled with purpose as he speaks. you see the way his shoulders straighten and relax, hands clasped against his back as he speaks.

"kaon is all the same wherever you go. my sponsors know nothing of the way miners are poisoned and killed every day. orphans grow every day without a parent, and these streets are far from safe.

I do not associate myself with them." he spits the words out like poison, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the mere mention of those above him.

its strange, the way he talks. nothing of the harsh and blunt way kaonians usually spoke, his voice had a tone and rhythm that was unfamiliar, yet held importance. he demanded attention despite barely being older than eighteen.

"then tell me, megatronous. why are you here?" he cleared his throat, eyes gleaming appreciatively as you uttered his name. a designation. one with deeper meaning and endless ambition.

"for you."

you balk, confusion filling your face as you scrunch your nose.

"we need a medic for our future endeavors. you are one of the only medics in kaon that would treat anyone. without question."

you tense.

"for the revolution." his grin seems to grow wider, almost splitting his face as he looks at you, pleased.

"so you've heard."

"I've heard about an ambitious gladiator who spoke of freedom and liberation. who speaks for his fallen brothers and sisters to a system broken beyond repair.

I've heard of a ruthless uprising in the underground. where whispers travel from kaon all the way of iacon. I've heard of two brothers who were bonded together by fate.

I've heard of civil unrest through the ranks. threatening to snap as you and your forces slowly reach further, preaching to anyone who will listen. I've heard many things. but are they true?" you ask, eyes blazing with determination. your skills could be used for good. other than patching up drunkards and sickly little children who are forced to work in the mines for their next meal.

megatronous nods.

"they are."

"then, I also heard that megatronous has acquired a skilled medic." a smirk graces his face.

"then so be it."

-

he is ambitious. so much more than you had originally thought. his roots were deeper than you thought, reaching the younglings of kaon, the miners and all those who had been oppressed.

it took no time for megatronous to acquire all the supplies he needed to set up a medic center, straight in the heart of the refuge camp. it was lively, with children and adults together, hiding and seeking care away from the ruthless rulers of kaon.

criminals. refugees. hopeless people who had been shackled by the increasingly thinner line between working and being owned by those who paid them.

you had seen it all.

pneumonia and rotting lungs impacted by the toxic waste in the water and air. children missing limbs and thin, skeletal frames just barely clinging onto life.

people who shouldn't be alive by logic and science. yet they hold and cling onto their fragile hope with calloused hands.

it was much worse than you had ever thought it to be.

and megatronous had guided you through it. rooting you back to the present, with the sick and suffering who laid on the floor separated by thin sheets and scrap for privacy.

his voice was a mere echo in your ear as you sprung into work. there was much to do and so little time to do anything other than it. because while you had thought to help, you didn't understand the way kaon was poisoned.

kaon was suffering from disease.

and megatronous was the epidemic.

even the sick had greeted him, in hoarse, roughened voices filled with hope. and with every greeting you saw and the way he shifted made you realize that this was much bigger than you and the gladiator of kaon.

you understood, in a sense, why he composed himself like this. he was like a walking talking god, but this time, this god responded in earnest towards its people.

his steps held more than just his ambition. but rather the lives of those who had clung to him in hope and desperation.

his voice rose you from your thoughts as you wordlessly began assessing your newly acquired patients.

"I assume this center has been set up to your standards?" you nod. "yes. although I'm not sure how much time or efforts would have been wasted had I said no." ruby eyes narrow the slightest.

"I would have gotten what I wanted regardless." a shiver runs up your spine, turning away from his suddenly unnerving expression as you continued to clean wounds and bandage lacerations.

you had heard lots about a gladiator who had slowly begun to build an empire. for the sick and helpless and poor. those like you but without such will and drive to survive.

you just hoped you hadn't picked the wrong side to tango with. even if that dance lead you closer to death every single day.

.

years were shaved off your life when kaon had erupted into chaos. where government officials and ruthless military had beat down those who threatened their existence. you were there when starving, thin frames had shattered to the floor with every pop! pop! pop! that echoed in the air.

you were there when megatronous and soundwave had gathered their followers to protest against their lords. you were there in the aftermath.

burying the bodies who no longer had identities and names. mere numbers in a death count.

and megatron was endless.

he and his people fought back. blood spilt and sprayed that day. desperation where he had fought his way into the center of kaon. where he rallied his troops and broke into the executive residence of the lords of kaon.

adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran through the crowd, quickly dragging away the wounded back to safety before going back. it was relentless, the way each second felt like eons, where the screams and hollers of those around you cut through the air.

and in the end, where megatron got what he wanted. but at what cost?

you were the one who had to burry the bodies. of children and teenagers and adults who believed in the future before them. of a gladiator who had pushed and pushed and pushed until there was nothing in his way.

he never visited you that night. where you had to bury people you knew and grew up with. those who you had eaten and cooked with. those whom you had helped build their homes and cured their ailments.

those who shared intimate words of the future. a hope that never died even with their final breathes.

you were the one who had to tell siblings, newly orphaned children, and broken families of every. single. loss.

somewhere between now and then things had changed.

megatron and his endless greed were nothing compared to your will to survive. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, those around you celebrated and cheered each time megatron's flag had been raised to the streets.

it felt like greed consumed your soul as you watched those return, either in body bags or with wounds that would last lifetimes.

it wasn't you. but the thoughts began to plague your entire being with ever wound you inflicted and each soul you saved.

people were happy and free. but at what cost?

what cost would he stop?

that you could not answer. so instead you hid away in a crowded bar filled with laughter and cheers. your soul seemed to shake at the way those around you shook, eyes glancing off wounds and bandages and endless flesh.

all you could do is avert your eyes and drink your sorrows away.

war is not for the weak hearted.

and unfortunately, you were.

a firm, yet unfamiliar hand pressed against your shoulder. flashes of megatron and his endless lithe echoed in your head as you turned in alarm. he was the last you wanted to see. after all those lives lost.

instead, it was a young man with a soft smile on his face. black hair curled back, with soft wisps kissing smooth skin.

"you look troubled." his voice was smooth and deep, gently scraping against your ears as you turned back to your drink. he took a seat right besides you as you sighed.

"orion pax. and you are?"

"they call me stitcher."

"the head medic. you did quite a job out there. heard ratchet couldn't keep you off field." you shook yourself with a heartless chuckle.

"the battlefield always calls."

orion shifts for a moment, calling out to the bartender and ordering an unusually fruity concoction compared to the hard liquor being served all around.

you smiled mirthlessly.

"no hard energon for you?"

orion sputtered as he flushed.

"nothing wrong with enjoying your drink. and not burning your taste buds off."

"it's not meant for enjoyment." you say, pressing your lips together as you glance into the glass before you. it shimmers and swirls like the stars in the books you had gathered.

of galaxies and places far beyond your reach. holding endless possibilities and freedom. boundless energy without respite.

"it's not your fault." he pipes up, eyes nervously taking in your stormy expression.

"I saw you out there today. you couldn't save everyone." "but what if I could? what if I tried harder? what if I made the wrong decisions?" you continue, feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shake.

"I had to chose between the future generation and my friends today. there wasn't enough supplies and medicine to go around for everyone." you clench your fist as you refuse to look your companion in the eye.

"people bled out there because I was too slow." "you were exhausted." he fought for you. in a way, trying to wrangle in the endless grief and guilt that weighed over your head. you shook your head.

"everyone was."

you stiffened at the way orion wrapped his arms around you, tucking your chest under his chin. you could feel the way his chest rumbles as he gently rubs your back.

"one shall stand. many will fall. we are still here, and that is all that matters. because we stood up for those who could not."

and for once, the tightly clasped lock to your chest had opened. and for the first time in years, you wept.

-

he is soft in his embrace. his hands are smooth and barely calloused as he slowly presses you against the cheap hotel room. energon rushes between both of your veins as he grasps your hair, giving you a soft smile before devouring you.

his lips are soft against yours as the two of you move in tandem. his shirt is soft in your grasp as you clutch him closer, grounding you to reality around you.

the two of you part with shallow gasps, chests heaving against each other as orion looks you in the eye once more.

"are you sure this is what you want?" you nod eagerly, letting your head hit the soft mattress beneath you.

"make me forget tonight." orion is uncharacteristically bold as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath brushes against lightly dewed skin.

"as you wish."

his kisses are fluttering against your neck as he nuzzles against you, tongue laving against your slow pulse. his nips are playful as he presses his hands against your hips, pressing you into place.

his hips jerk and swivel against yours, his grip tightening as he feels you jerk. the rough patch of his jeans grind against your core, and all you can do is squirm and mewl against him.

orion seems naive, yet his movement is anything but that. his weight presses against you as he slowly presses your legs open, gulping at the sight before you.

folds glisten in the limelight as you squirm, eyes helpless as you try helplessly to cover yourself. orion is having none of this as he gently traps your hips with his arm pressed across your stomach.

"stop squirming dear. you'll only work yourself up more."

his tongue gently presses against your clit, smirking against your folds as you mewl, head pressed against the pillow as your hair flows around you like a halo.

you look absolutely angelic.

orion is ruthless in the way he slowly rolls your clit in his mouth, pressing hot kisses against your folds and teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into your cunt.

you keen softly as he presses against you, eagerly devouring anything you offer. its a mindless rhythm as he groans against you, his voice shaking your core as you gently grind against him.

his nose presses against your clit as he tongues you open, gently fucking you with his tongue. its almost enough stimulation, yet not enough.

it has you crying in frustration. heavy need and want floods your system, robbing your mind of the endless spiral of thoughts.

orion gives you one last, half lidded eye before reaching up and kissing you. you can taste the tang of yourself against your lips as he sucks on your bottom lip.

you gasp as you feel thick fingers press against your folds, gently teasing you open before slowly stretching you. its sudden but slow and it has you clenching tightly against his fingers.

you tangle your hands into his hair as you press him closer, breasts gently brushing against his chest. you can feel the breath leave him as he gently fucks you.

the palm of his hand gently grinds into your center as he slowly pumps his fingers into your gummy walls. you should almost be embarrassed by the slick that gushes between your legs and the echo of wet noise between the two of you.

but his smile reassures you.

his mouth presses against your breasts, gently biting and sucking his claim against smooth, pretty skin. you arch into his touch as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

"that's it. just like that. clench down on me."

"fuck, keep grinding against me like that. good. good girl."

you gently press his head up as he looks at you in slight confusion.

"let me.... taste you too." you huff, chest gasping for air as he gives one harsher thrust of his fingers, smirking at the sudden way your hips jerk as you moan in surprise.

"of course sweetheart. whatever you want."

he stands, allowing you to slowly crawl to your knees and press yourself against smooth, defined legs. you bat your eyelashes at him as he puts one hand on your head.

the weight is reassuring as you gently grasp him in your hands, mouth salivating at the sheer weight agains the palm of your hand.

you press the tip of his head into your mouth, gently swirling the velvet against your tongue and savoring the salty, savory taste against your tongue. you can hear orion gulp above you as he gently eases his hips closer, allowing you to further take his length down your throat.

the weight of his cock settles against the back of your throat as you breath through your nose, taking in deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

orion is flustered above you, eyes glassy and lips pressed firmly against himself. one hand is pressed into a fist by his sides as he obediently stills his hips.

he is left speechless as you bob your head, sucking your cheeks in as you swirl aimless patterns against his cock. it has him jerking and moaning, gently guiding your head up and down his length as he praises you in breathless pants.

"fuck. just like that. you should see yourself now. taking my cock down your throat."

his thrusts grow eager and harsher as he becomes more sensitive. there's a sense of urgency as he bucks and moans into your mouth, and with a surprised moan, he rips himself from you.

thick, long fingers press against the base of his cock as he greedily inhales air.

you look up at him with saddened eyes, like a puppy who's favorite treat had been taken.

he chuckles at you.

"get on the bed." you obey, pressing your front against smooth sheets as you arch your back, pressing your ass into the air.

he gently palms your ass in appreciation before pressing a familiar weight against your shoulder.

familiar in the way megatronous once did.

but for some reason, this feels more. better than that empty feeling that sunk into your stomach every time megatron visited you.

"are you ready?" "please." is all you can utter as he presses himself into you.

the two of you grunt in sync as he enters, you gasping and trying to press away from his thick cock. he gently shushes you, stroking your arm and intertwining your hands together as he slowly fucks you.

his lips press against your pulse as his thrusts grow confident and long, you can feel him smirk against your neck as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.

"cum for me love." and all you can do is obey.

two rough pads press and swirl against your swollen clit, playing eagerly with the sensitive bud with calculated rolls. his thrusts hit a gooey spot in you and you clench hard around him.

you arch your back, eagerly pressing your hips against his as you mewl.

"there? right there princess?" orion pants, hips mercilessly driving against you as you clench and keen around him.

you think drool slowly drips through your parted lips, but you can't tell from the overwhelming tightness against your core. like a lightning bolt, your orgasm crashes through your form as you clench and cry.

orion shushes you softly as he continues thrusting, teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as you squirm against his weight.

all you can do is lay there and take it as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body.

he's endless in the way he traces over your body, pressing kisses against scars and bruises. his warm blue eyes seem to see through your soul.

and all you can do is clench and mewl at him, desperately clinging against him as he fucks into you. his hips slam against yours as you feel him swell in your cunt.

you weren't sure where he had gotten this stamina from, but it was a blessing and a curse in disguise. it made you sensitive and jerky, both wanting to be pulled into another mind melting orgasm, and seconds away from trying to jerk away in overstimuation.

and when he cums, he presses against you with his soul. you can feel him slowly fill you with his warmth as he pants, gently smoothing your hair from your face and gently smiling at you.

"that's it. with me now." he guides you to gently breath against his chest, slowly syncing your hearts together as he clutches you to your chest.

and for once, your mind is silent and your chest is weightless.

maybe you did pick the right side.

[witchofthesouls]

Does Ratchet preen the winged members of the trio?

Or even in the birb Jack and Optimus. Does dadimus do wing care.

Ratchet needs specialized tools, but he knows and enjoys it, even if Miko and Raf squirm and flop in his lap. Jack is calmer and willing to sit still for long periods of time.

Miko and Jack attempt to do the same social activity on others. Jack has a far better grasp since he accounts for the sensitivity. Miko, on the other hand, digs in unnecessarily hard by mashing in her talons to scrape out. The little pink bird is only allowed to 'preen' the seams of Ratchet, Bulkhead, and Optimus now.

Funnily enough, Optimus knows how to properly preen. Not from his team or Megatronus' compatriots, but from a time before he was even Orion Pax. Life outside the city-states is brutal, but not a desolate one.

As a sparkling and mechling, he drifted into camps and resting sites. He learned how to preen a variety of wing spans, sensory panels, and extrasensory crests. There were a few mecha that expressed interest in taking him back because their tribes and clans would have welcomed new blood with clever little digits and swift pedes, but he always managed to get away.

As Orion Pax under Alpha Trion, he utilized his preening skills to barter with other sympathetic winged-colleagues in the Archives because it's a necessary maintenance that's needs another pair of hands to be properly done. Secretly, of course.

They wouldn't outright help Orion Pax as he's essentially blacklisted and socially shunned and ostracized by others -carefully done away from Alpha Trion's purview -as he's an outsider to their way of life with the caste system. But they could carefully give him certain information (i.e., where security is nonexistent, schedules for incoming data, supplies, or fundraisers, and places to get untampered goods) that can't be traced back to them. After all, Orion Pax is a clever mech, isn't he? There's a reason why he caught Alpha Trion's patronage. And besides, it's not too hard to string together those plans as information is either public knowledge or can be reasonably deduced, right?

It's funny because in the "magic and dimensional hopping au" where he and cyber!babybirb!Jack get thrown into the G1 verse TFP!Dadimus gets his own gaggle of wings as the Aerialbots begin to gravitate to the mech because he's a grounder that knows aspects of Seekerkin and flight-frame behavioral cues. Yes, you have talons. Yes, you use them to clean the finer seams of your flight systems.

Poor Dadimus is wondering if he should raise concerns over the newest batch of adults being very lost at their own personal care and how much he should interfere...

[moony3rror]

Un dibujito de Transformers one versión humanos/mi estilo

[Den créditos si lo va a usar]

[lucywrites02]

I have an idea that has been cooking in my head for a month now. I just wanted to write the general idea because I'm still figuring out the details and logistics of some plot points. You're welcome to tell me how you like this concept :3

Transformers Prime AU where Optimus somehow gets cursed to be a human. He lost his prime title because some higher power didn't like that he sided with humans (as I said, still working on the details 😭) (this is just a rough sketch of the plot)

OC/Reader has been an ally to the Autobots for a while. Optimus was really good friends with them and decided to come to them for help. The reader helps him out and let's him live at their place. It's quite domestic - they eat breakfast together and they cook together and they watch TV together. (Omg, and they were roomates)

You help him out however you can - you answer all his questions about humanity and the human body. He gets his first cold at some point, and he thinks he's dying. He had to get glasses because his eyesight was not the best. You teach him how to do laundry and how to do grocery shopping. You hold him close as he cries at night after a bad nightmare.

Optimus wants to get a job because you already let him live at your place for free, but you also paid for his clothes and extra food so he wants to be able to support you financially and pay his half of the bills. You help him get a job at the local library, and Optimus is really happy with that because he missed his days as an archivist back on Cybertro and this job reminds him of the good old days before the war. It makes him feel young again and comes to the realisation that this is the life he wants.

He wants to come home before your shift ends so that he can cook dinner for you. He wants to sit down on the couch after a long day at work and watch some kdrama on Netflix with you. He wants to have his morning coffee while the two of you discuss your plans for the day.

Optimus Prime doesn't exist anymore. And he doesn't mind it at all. He's allowed to be Orion Pax again.

[mgarmagedon]

Trans headcanons?

Explain the question in more detail, please!

Because trans headcanon towards what and who?

Or maybe that means Transformers headcanon???

But eeee- I kinda headcanon Orion Pax as a woman to male, aka trans male :VVV It has more sense in their metal forms, because he was a fembot when he met D-16, but after he got matrix and his body transformed from Orion Pax to Optimus Prime, he just became a giant man! :DD

He was his girlfriend at that time :D

[megalomaniac-warlord]

I'm rewatching Transformers: Prime.

I so badly wish that in the first episode, when the human girl implied the history of Cybertron was boring, that Optimus had the self-respect to properly put her in her place.

[tragicallystraight]

Someone please - I'm on my hands and knees begging - write a fix it for tf1 ending

Give me why megop

Just let them be please

[mskenway97]

Orion and his little human snuggling up into his neck 🥺 while he smiles and pet their head with a digit hngngngng

Awww I died of tenderness 🥰🥰.

You've given me to write this little drabble:

Your situation had become somewhat peculiar. Your ship crashes and you have nowhere to go back to... so you have a big robot who has decided to keep you without knowing his intentions and so on.

The bad thing is that you couldn't explain anything to him just because he didn't understand you. You looked like a kitten trying to get attention. Partly you were embarrassed to do so since you were only getting pats on the head, much to your dismay.

You had stopped trying so hard a few days ago. It wasn't worth it, you sighed as you looked out the window. You admired the cybernetic atmosphere of the buildings. You started to think about your own home, if you would be missed. You were doing all this for survival... You had tried several times to sneak away.

You just wanted to go back... It was the only thing you wanted and that someone at least understood what you were saying.

You sighed to hear some footsteps you knew it was him but you were not in the mood to show a fake smile. You didn't feel like pretending... There he was with his smile and you didn't even flinch to see that his expression had changed to what appeared to be concerned.

You were so deep in thought that you felt his servos pick you up and leave you. Again, that butterfly sensation that you tried to ignore but couldn't. You were surprised that this time it was the same.

You were surprised that this time he left you on his shoulder... You took a comfortable position... It was pleasant, you felt some warmth while you felt a caress on your head.

It gave you nostalgia... and memories of how you were taken care of before.

For a long time you started to feel like at home...