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undesignated-anon · 1 month ago

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some short scenes I'm sort of in attempts of writing based off ur idea. your idea sounds like a great fic, not sure if I could write it justice but one cake is still a cake, however un-cake taste it may be

if u hve any helpful comments tho , they'd be appreciated

Rn wip (work in progress)

They knew something was wrong the moment Optimus hit the ground and didn’t rise.

The Matrix had been flickering ever since the first encounter with the Quintessons—whatever those things were, they were wrong, their tech incompatible, their energies corruptive. The relic flared bright once, seared into a blood-warm gold… then split.

Optimus' frame seemed to let out an anguished noise, imperceivably ingrained with pain.

And then… silence.

Bulkhead was the first to reach him. "Prime?! Optimus, hey—"

But it wasn't Optimus who opened his optics.

It was Orion.

Sharp-eyed. Raw-voiced. Standing like someone who’d been drowning and just now remembered how to breathe. His plating was still scraped, his systems still battered, but there was nothing hesitant in the way he rose to his pedes, or the way he stared at the unfamiliar battlefield.

Ratchet stumbled over. "The Matrix is—gone. I can't detect any trace of it in him."

"I know," said Orion, too calmly. “It’s quiet. Finally.”

“Wait,” Arcee muttered, “you’re not—?”

By the time they reached base, everyone was staring. Ratchet whispered that Orion's code signature was rising off every chart. Bulkhead pointed out he was pacing in Kaon dialect. Bumblebee said he hadn’t heard this many threats in Old Cybertronian since Megatron was angry.

Then Megatron showed up.

Through the comms: “Tell your ‘Prime’ to stand down. The Quintessons are not just targeting you. They’ve taken several Decepticon outposts. I will tolerate a temporary alliance—”

Orion snatched the comm from Arcee’s hand.

“What did he just call me?” Megatron’s voice hissed through static on the channel Arcee forgot to mute.

When Megatron did arrive, it was with his fusion cannon primed and his wings puffed up like a challenge. He took one look at Orion and stopped walking.

Because the mech in front of him wasn’t Optimus Prime.

He wasn’t even the bright-eyed clerk Megatron remembered from the Archives.

This was the one who used to sneak into Kaon, bruised knuckles hidden under sleeves, lip cut from a pitfight, optics feral with something he’d never dared show the Council. This was the one who watched him in the gladiator pits, devouring him with his optics like they were poetry, and kissed Megatron portraying him of worship.

“…You’re not wearing your crest,” Megatron said, voice low.

“It’s dead weight.”

“I see.”

“You still fight like you’re trying to impress me?”

Megatron’s voice dipped. “Are you still watching?”

Orion gave a half-smile. “Always.”

aight so I have a little plot bunny that anyone can adopt as long as they share the fic

Orion The Evil

to all my anime peeps out there, this three words may be familliar to y’all.

Basically I just want Optimus to loose the Matrix which makes everyone meet Orion and boy oh boy would they find out why Orion always hangs out with gladiators—especially Megatron—back at Kaon. (Bonus pts if you somehow made it TFA/TFP).

I want to see Orion go apesh1t a la Tanya to his enemies (specifically Quintessons) and for Megatron to remember why he fell HARD for Orion.

#transformers prime

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