#megatron/rodimus

[whyucalledmebananakiller]

The captain extended an invitation

[starvonnie]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: The Transformers (IDW Generation One) Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus | Rodimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Rodimus | Rodimus Prime, Drift | Deadlock, Swerve (Transformers) Additional Tags: Conjunx Endurae (Transformers), Claiming, Racing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Despite all of his reservations, Rodimus is determined to have Megatron claim him.

[oheyadezenra]

🎙♪

[xstrawberry-sorbetx]

little trade-thingy with @starvonnie because we both be stupidly in love with Megarod 😩💕

[jarofloosescrews]

Streaming on Twitch for the first time in a long while. Got a sketch commission to finish. Megatron/Rodimus.

Twitch link

[hoshihiime]

Anyone got a MegaRod Shattered Glass AU where they swap Rodimus’/Megatrons??? Please???

[yourroyalhoneyness]

Loving a Flame.

Prompts: “I never knew you liked me”... “Now you do, and correction I love you.”

Megarod from mtmte and lost light. I may have gotten a little lazy towards the end. Still learning.2nd Fic so yeah. May also doing one-shots at the moment. It was originally meant to be 600 words but somehow I got it to over 1000. So yeah.

Fluff

Megatron / Rodimus

I had no idea on how how I did.

1000+ words so enjoy ;)

After a very long and difficult week of commanding the lost light. The two Captains are very much glad and in need of having the next few cycles off.

The larger silver mech had run into a small disruption. Thoughts that plagued him one too many times. Of the red prime. Both new and old realizations kept him from reaching recharge. However, he couldn't put his thoughts to ease. For him to rest.

After some time debating on whether or not to leave his betha to clear his head. To relieve his processor of the thoughts that keep him from his sleep.

With an exhausted huff. Rising from his beath. He had decided upon taking a stroll around the ship. Instead, of just staring at the wall. Megatron had walked into a small sector to gaze at the space outside of the vessel.

Astonished to see the prime of the ship already gazing towards the other stars outside the ship. But Megatron couldn’t stop his gaze from the star. That resided in the same room as him. A sun that he was so close to, yet so far. He didn't even try to fight the tired grin that appeared on his faceplate.

“Couldn’t sleep either huh?”The young prime questioned, with a sly hint of amusement in his tone. Turning helm towards his Co-captain. Along with presenting him with a small tired small of his own.

“Unfortunately, no.” He walked closer toward Rodimus. Now standing side by side. Getting to watch the suns and stars from the safety of the ship.

“You think after the week we had. We’d both be out like a light.”

Megatron chuckled, Aggring with such a statement. They were both drained from such a chaotic week. The lost light's latest antics may seem normal to everyone else that didn’t reside on the ship seem the norm. But those that did know that the last few cycles were more chaotic than normal. The larger mech had seen the chaos starting to overwhelm the smaller mech.

He shifted his gaze from the stars outside to the one that stood beside him.

“What disturbed you from claiming your rest?”

Rodimus shrugged, “I don't know it's just I-I don't know, I’m burnt out enough to probably recharge for the next few days. But I just can't. Guess my processor doesn't want me to sleep. It reminds me of the Earth's saying. What was it's hard for you to sleep cuz you're on someone's mind” Givin sighed. Then turned his tired gaze to meet Megatron. Optics dimed with tiredness darker than Megatron's optics.

“So what about you big guy? Honestly I thought an old bot like yourself would be out by now. What could be keeping you up? This is late at night.”

Even when drained.From the lack of sleep and the mayhem. He still found some energy from somewhere. To poke fun at his co-caption. It was not out of being hateful or antagonizing him. Maybe slightly to test how much patience Ex-tyrant had. Megaton was glad that he could have a championship with him. Compared to the interactions they had when he was first placed on the lost light.

A lot of things have changed compared from when he arrived on the lost light to when they arrived at the new universe. Including his feelings toward the speedster. Along with them having a closer relationship.

“You Rodimus look far more exhausted than I do.”

“And you specifically are keeping me from recharging.”He started plainly, allowing a playful evil smirk to quicken on his lip plate.

Rodimus gives a sarcastic laugh. Before rolling his optics.”Ok one: you look about the same amount tired as I do, and two: How do I keep you awake in the dead at night? What are you plotting against me?”Folding his arms over his chest. Spoilers are slightly raised playfully. Letting his smirk meet Megatron's.

“Yes .”

“Yes what, To be as tired as me, Or to plot something against me, Or both?”Rodimus was even more intriguing; he almost forgot how tired he was. He knew Megatron wouldn’t do anything. But he likes talking and being able to converse with him. Along with not being the only thing about his Co-captain. In general, he likes Megas and also spends time with him.

Even now no matter how tired he was. He realized that he might not just like him. Right now he wants to just be close with the larger mech.

“To some extent, No I do not nearly look as exhausted, And yes I may be plotting something, However, it’s not against you. But it does involve you.”He started in an almost matter-of-fact tone. Megatron understood what he was doing. Although he didn't know if the sleep deprivation led to him.Though he did not quite fight it, how it directed his actions. He also knew Rodimus was more interested in his statement.

Oh, how he was right.

Rodimus was intent on Megatron's statement. Almost becoming wide awake. But not completely though.

“ Oh, so you're the one keeping me up huh? Hmm, Wellnnow how does it exactly involve me? Rodimus said in a mischievous tone. Allowing his smirk to grow. Spoiler lifting higher

“To tell you how I feel about you.”

Rodimus grew concerned and folded his arms tighter into himself. Also, spoilers lowering not to make a difference. Bring his gaze down from Megatron.“And how do you feel about me?”

Megatron got closer to the smaller mech. Grabbing a hold of the red mech's chin to bring his gaze back to him.“I know I don't feel the same as the first time I was placed on this ship. I do see you in a different light. Even if you're the same mech that is a menace to society then again, As well you being the same mech are willing to risk a lot of things for his crew…Captain, you are loud, reckless, infuriating, brave, charismatic, and stubborn. And the feelings I have towards you are not to say professional.”

Rodimus's state shifted.”Yeah, I guess I am pretty awesome.” Grin returned once where it was.

“Yes, you quite are…That is why I love you, Rodimus.”

He felt a servo placed on the side of his helm. Caught off guard immediately after Rodimus pulled his lips against his own.Raping his arms around Megatron's neck to bring him closer to himself. Both tiredly moaning into the kiss. Megatron allowed his arm to catch the primes waist. Moments passed before. They pulled apart. Looking intently into each other.

“ Good cause, I love you too, you nerd.” Letting his body slump forward. Resting his helm against the large mech's chest. Still, fight exhaust.

“I'm glad… Now you and I are both very much tired. Let me take you to my hab to rest My sun.”He knew for a fact Rodimus would not make it to his habsuit. And he's far closer. He took the prime leaning closer as a yes. Picking him up in bridal style and making his way to habsuit.

Allowing his doors to close behind him.As he walked to his betha. To place the sleeping Bot and himself into the bed for rest. Once laid down. Megatron pulled Rodimus back into his embrace again.

Rodimus lazily lifted his helm to look up at Megas.”I never you liked me”

…” Now you do, and correction, I love you.” Placing a kiss on top of Rodimus’s helm.Before continuing

“Now my Sun lets us rest. Shall we”

Rodimus buried his helm into Megatron’s neck.”Alright, Megas night, love you.”

And with that, they rested in each arm. Finally able to rest. With them both starting anew.

[conjunx]

More characters for our photocard and love letter seriessss

[velvetwyrme]

aHhh okay so the discussions of Titan!Megatron on @callsign-relic's blog have fully. FULLY taken over my brain and ive been drawing stuff for it for like the last few days nonstop

the tl;dr of this is AU is pretty much "what if Megatron got turned into a titan/cityformer as a form of penance/imprisonment and now roams the empty wasteland of Cybertron forever" plus "IDW Megatron has really fucked up internals so... what if that, but as a City?"

and of course since he's a Titan, that also means he has a cityspeaker... or three. One per sub-AU thing. Theres 3 options. 3 flavours of AU.

i have so much art to make. but in the meantime, for more info! check out the #titan au tag on Relic's blog :]!! (also uhh potential ns//fw warning for the link shfjbdkd)

Hi. My battery is running out once again so design and art notes get chucked here instead of an image.

The cuffs and collar are hardwired into Megatron, so I made the lights the same colour as his biolights!

I imagine that on the tops of his shoulders there are solar panels, even if you can't see them here lol.

I really wanted to keep the swirly bits on Megatron's chest from IDW

Other art notes:

The second picture with the seekers is (loosely) inspired by a discussion about whether or not Megatron gets visitors or not. I thought about who would visit him and well... I think this is as close as Starscream realistically gets to visiting him.

Extra detail about that piece is that Thundercracker and Skywarp are keeping watch from above! Also drawing Megatron took me like 8 hours because I was struggling with his legs really badly kshffkbfkdsbdk,, the background went much faster, funnily enough.

Optimus specifically isn't wearing his Autobot badge any more.

This isn't relevant in this series of images, but Ultra Magnus's eye markings are only on the Magnus armour. His other two forms do not have them :] (... until he begins to discard the armour, that is.)

Megatron is roughly 3200m/2 miles tall. Technically he could have clouds around his knees, but I thought this looked a little bit cooler lol.

Also, height chart! Him big. I didn't even attempt to put a human for scale because that'd be. near impossible with this scale.

[wilkoakdraws]

Transformers "More Than Meets The Eye" comic has recently torpedoed me down the feelsy space car robots hellhole, an therefore i present a sketchy collection of Lost Light crew as homo sapiens. I had SO MUCH fun coming up with the designs! Now off to actually learn how to draw robots i guess

[cerakuro]

hello transformers nation. take some art i did

[xthechaozx]

most normal shenanigans on the lost light

[starvonnie]

Our Pink Living Room

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Megatron/Rodimus Additional Tags: Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Artificial Intelligence, Angst, Androids, Post-Transformers: Lost Light 25

Also on AO3

He's not your Megatron.

Rodimus gasped as his spike met with aching ceiling nodes.

This is a lie.

Blue optics met red before shuttering closed for a vent-stealing kiss.

This isn't right.

Rodimus did everything he could to ground himself in the moment. For Primus’ sake, he was more than filled with spike—Megatron's spike—but it wasn't his. 

His Megatron. 

The condemned one. The dead one. The absolutely-not-alive one that couldn't be here. Couldn't be holding him.

And yet, he was.

“I love you,” the fake whispered against his lips.

Rodimus moaned before whispering back, “I love you, too.”

But what he loved was a program. AI. Just ones and zeros strung together in just the right way, with a one-to-one scale non-sentient (well… his sentience was debatable) robot. His only solace was that whatever this near-clone did, supposedly Megatron would have done, too. So maybe Rodimus had been too much of a coward to take that leap, but at least he knew his love was horribly requited.

Rodimus regretted. He regretted so much. He wished he had been braver. He wished he'd enjoyed Megatron while he'd had him. And he wished he had fought harder at his trial. Maybe if he had said the right things…

He mentally shook his helm. Interfacing. He was fucking. He shouldn't be getting sad, he should be getting railed.

Rodimus kissed him some more. He'd wanted to kiss Megatron more than anything. While Brainstorm had assured him that this Megatron would be as close to the real thing as could be, he knew deep in his spark that Megatron's lips wouldn't have been as soft and yielding. He imagined they'd be scarred and a little rough.

He couldn't really believe this wonderful lie. He talked like Megatron. Moved like him. Sounded like him. But they never bickered. Not like they used to. He was too damn agreeable. He wanted him to mock Rodimus’ garish colour choices or raise an optic ridge at the amount of sweetener he put in his morning cube. Instead, he awoke to Megatron—or this facsimile of him—having already made his morning cube. With the exact number of sweeteners he usually added.

He tried to test him. 

“I don't actually like it this sweet,” Rodimus lied.

“No? I apologize. Tomorrow I will make it how you like it.”

And the stupid programming remembered, leaving Rodimus to suck down less-sweet energon until he corrected Megatron again.

It was always how he liked it again.

“Can you write me a poem?” Rodimus asked.

Megatron cocked his helm. “What would you like it to be about?”

Rodimus frowned. “Me, obviously.”

Megatron had nodded, stood, then immediately got to work on a datapad. Within a few minutes he'd completed a whole-ass poem, and it was good. Definitely in Megatron’s voice, too, but it still felt off.

Rodimus glanced at that very poem, sitting on the nightstand. He wondered if Megatron, had he loved him, would have actually written him poetry. He burned to know.

“You love fucking my valve, don't you?” Rodimus said between breathy moans.

“I love fucking you,” that damn AI corrected.

It always said exactly what he wanted to hear. Like it was reading his damn processor. He hated it. 

But he couldn't live without it.

Rodimus returned home from work later that day, and Megatron was waiting. Same chair. Same energon blend. Same damn day. Over and over and over.

Frowning at the fake, Rodimus did something different. He ignored him. He walked straight to the washracks and scrubbed at his plating until it felt raw. He wanted to go back to the beginning where he was just so happy for the companionship that he didn't care that this wasn't real. That it would never be real.

Still simmering beneath the surface, Rodimus went back out to the kitchen where Megatron still waited, unmoved. It was like he was waiting to start some program.

Once again, Rodimus did something different. He grabbed some engex and took a swig straight from the bottle. 

“You're drinking again?” Not-Megatron sounded concerned.

“I'm having a drink,” Rodimus corrected. “What do you care?”

“You're my conjunx.”

A flare of anger burst from Rodimus’ field. Of course, this fake never understood him in that way. “Too complicated,” Brainstorm had said when Rodimus asked about his lack of a field.

“We're not conjunx,” Rodimus said quietly.

“What? Of course we are, I lo—”

“You are not real! How could we become conjunx if i didn't initiate, huh? What could possibly put you in a bad light? You have no substance for the Act of Disclosure!”

Megatron's optics dimmed and he lowered his gaze. “Perhaps because I am not real. But I am. I am Megatron.”

“Megatron never would've let me paint the living room pink! Much less with flames around the door!”

Not-Megatron looked around, his brow creased with worry. “We can paint it another colour.”

“That's not—AARGH!” Rodimus kicked the couch. “No! You're supposed to tell me this is a hideous colour and then suggest some bland shit that's an offense to colours everywhere!”

“Maybe… beige?”

“Maybe beige? Are you serious? I lied! You'd want to paint it purple! It's always purple with you!”

Megatron stood and closed the distance between them, and Rodimus stupidly let him. “Then we can paint it purple.”

“That's not the point!” Rodimus grabbed him by the collar faring and tugged him down until they were optic-to-optic. “Fight me on it. Argue with me. We always argued!”

“Will that make you happy?”

No.

“Yes!”

Megatron frowned. “It's a hideous colour.”

Rodimus should've been embarrassed, but his horniness hit him full-throttle and he smashed his mouth against Not-Megatron’s too-pillowy lips. It wasn't long before those strong arms had whisked him away to their berthroom and Megatron was deep inside of him again, fucking him like it was his Primus-given purpose.

Except Primus had no purpose for him. Primus didn't make him. Really, he was basically just a sex robot. Which, normally, Rodimus wouldn't have a problem with, but that wasn't why he had him made.

He needed more.

The next day, while at work, he did the bare minimum and spent most of the day just thinking. He weighed the pros and cons and did some deep soul-searching to figure out what he really wanted.

His processor hurt by the end of it.

Of course, he came to the same realization he always did: he wanted Megatron. He wanted to actual mech. The one with free will who wouldn't just let him do whatever he wanted without consequence. 

What finally pushed him to do it was the realization that Megatron wouldn't want this. The dead were dead and there was no way to emulate that.

Megatron didn't resist when Rodimus told him to open his chest. Where a spark should've been was nothing more than a computer compiling and spitting out data. All it took was a few snips from wire cutters for his not-conjunx to go dark and silent.

Rodimus still cried.

[oheyadezenra]

self-interpretation.

[xstrawberry-sorbetx]

Inspired by the almost-smooch commissions @/jar_of_loose_screws did a long while ago ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ was a good way of practicing side profiles but we finally have some new Megatron/Rodimus content 💅

[the-legend-of-bluebrain]

him.