#or did optimus block megatron

[hercarisntyours]

do you think megatron blocked optimus after everything or

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

D-16 Megatron (TFO) x Cybertronian!Reader Pt. 2

Someone asked if there was going to be a part 2 of this and the answer is hell yeah. ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ Gender Neutral Cybertronian Reader!

Also, importante message in general - please do not spam my askbox. I've already recieved, in a row 5 asks/requests from a same user. It is kind of annoying, feels like you are pressuring me to do more than I already do and that doesn't sit me well. So, user who is doing this, do not keep doing it or I'll block you. Thanks.

WARNING: Spoilers from the movie (Transformers One 2024). Angst and more angst. Forbidden love scenario.

Days have been... good. To say at least.

Being guided by Optimus Prime, Elita One and Bumblebee's to fight against the Quintessons. Meanwhile, Iacon and Cybertrone was slowly picking up its true, beautiful colors and life seemed brighter for everyone after finally getting their T-cogs and feel complete.

... then, why do you feel.. empty?

It was stupid - you have now your T-cog, of course! And yet...

You try to not think about it too much - you decide to keep yourself focused on your tasks, helping others, and so on. But whenever the night arrives and you are alone in your berth...

"Primus, please... if you are out there - keep D-16 safe and sound. Please." You pray, holding your servos against your chestplate.

With the pass of the days you started to accept the fact that D-16 was no longer there, but it was Megatron who had now his face.

Things were getting better, but also tense at the same time, as from time to time, if they haven't done it on that day Megatron was vanished from Iacon, bots who started to think like him left Iacon by choice to look after the leader they wanted.

You remained on the Autobot's side - your spark longed for the mech you used to love, but you knew he was no longer the sweet, kind D-16 you used to know.

But - you wanted to see him. You needed to see him. Even if it was dangerous or that you might not live another day to tell - you needed to see him.

And little did you know how much Megatron silently suffered to himself as he couldn't forget you. And he, too, wished to see you again. His spark would cry too, wishing to see once again the same cybertronian that he fell in love years ago.

Alas - if something happens then it meant it was what Primus wanted to happen...

You were tasked to go out with a group of autobots to swap places with another group who stayed on the surface in other to keep track on any kind of Quintesson activity... or Decepticon, too.

"Arcee, in position" - "Prowl in position, too!" - "Me too - I mean, Blurr too!"

"(Y/N) in position as well." You add, followed by another one of your teammates through the audio connection. 1 solar cycle to be out there and keep an optic on everything until the next team arrives to swap places with yours. Thankfuly, for the past days, any type of Quintesson activity was nearly none - Primus bless Optimus, Elita and Bumblebee - but all of you wanted to be sure, just in case.

You were relatively far away from your team, moving between tall mountain alike structures, your right servo transformed in your (weapon of choice).

The sound of a heavey step made you quickly turn around, aiming your weapon with a serious expression - to quickly change into one of surprise.

Megatron stares at you and slowly start walking towards you. And you remain frozen in place, slowly lowering your weapon - until the sound of the audial connection being activated. Megatron freezes in place.

"Arcee to (Y/N) - I lost for a moment your location, everything okay?"

Megatron keeps his optics locked with yours, thinking you were going to give out his presence... You press the small audial device on your helm to answer. "(Y/N) to Arcee - affirmative. The structures are doing that glitch - but all fine."

After turning off the audial connection, Megatron runs to you as you open wide your arms, your weapon transforming back into your arm. And the big mech hugs you close, as you hug him back. In silence, you hold each other, his faceplate hidding against your helm as you do as well against his chestplate.

"... I missed you." You whisper, scolding at yourself for saying that - feeling weak. But how could you not say those words when you have been longing for him?

"I've missed you, too." Megatron confesses, moving to gently press his forehelm against yours, closing his red optics as you close your own. "I thought I was never going to see you again."

"... Why did you do it?" You ask, spark hurting.

Megatron looks at you with softened optics, knowing what were you talking about - killing Sentinel Prime in a brutal way when he was already defeated, wanting to destroy Iacon, making a promise to become the sole true leader that was going to guide everyone and whoever stood on his way was going to be offlined. "I did it for our people, for us - Optimus was not going to make Sentinel suffer the consequences he deserved after all the torture he made us go through, (Y/N)..."

You should be angry - Primus, you should be yelling at him and fighting for his violent ways, for not understanding what he was doing was the same thing Sentinel was doing. Alas, all you do is let your optics fill with energon and cry softly as Megatron holds you close.

"I wanted to know you more! I - I wanted to be your friend! Fall in love with you - become your Conjux!" You confess, crying that life you wished for the moment you two met. "I wanted to become yours and you become mine!"

The Decepticon leader tries to not to cry, forcing himself to remain strong. Megatron blamed himself because... how could he give you those things you were wishing between the two of you now that he was the enemy? And he knew he couldn't ask you to follow him, to join the Decepticons - even when he wanted to take you with him, he wasn't going to take away your freedom, not after having that being taken away by the false Prime since everyone's birth.

"I love you." Megatron suddenly confesses, holding your helm with his servos, your optics once again finding each others. "The moment I saw you in that busy day - I knew you were the one who I wanted to bond with, become his Conjux and have our sparks meet the other. I love you, (Y/N) - and... I'm so sorry for having ruin our future."

Your spark fluttered and felt warm, whole. Complete.

Holding his helm back, you kissed him. And he kissed you back.

And that same night you two became the Conjux Endura of the other. And while it hurt you to leave him, and for him to leave you to go back to your respective places - your spark still felt complete.

Whenever you are alone, you place a servo on your chestplate, where your spark rests, and feel. I love you.

And, in silence, you feel his I love you, back.

In silence, you await for the day you get to be back in Megatron's arms. And hope, and pray to Primus, for the war to end and be by his side, one way or another.

I'm not sobbing you are sobbing. /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ Vhaos out!

[margoshamangolord]

I'm reading Exodus right now and a detail that i cannot get over is the fact that Optimus had to fight the major part of the war before he got the Matrix. Like, yeah, he got renamed alright, but his career path was straight up "some guy —> the goddamn prime", and while he got a new name during the council meeting, he literally stayed the same. fucking. guy

He had to make decisions for a whole planet without the Matrix, he ended someone's life for the first time without the Matrix, and while he had smart talented friends to help, he did this all right after being Some Guy his whole life. He didn't flinch or break down, knowing what war means and understanding that he's responsible for a whole planet's future. All that without the collective wisdom of the Primes or emotional block or whatever, while logically and technically still being Orion Pax.

In the end of the first season of TFP, he forgets all his time as Optimus Prime, but i never understood why did he forget the war he fought as a Prime, but without the Matrix too. It seemed like a logical mistake to me; he didn't remember the council meeting, or the war's beginning, it's unclear what was the last thing he remembers, but i started to imagine how different things would go if he correctly remembered everything right until the moment he got the Matrix. If he remembered the council meeting, their quarrel, the beginning of the war and major fights. He asks if he's worthy, he doesn't remember the whole goddamn war he carried on his shoulders without the Matrix.

The literal first thing he uses his new power and respect for is to stop the council from shooting Megatron, and when Megatron asks what he would do if he didn't ask his army to not shoot Optimus, he replies that he would rather die for his planet.

He may have been unsure of himself, he may have doubted that he can be a Prime, he may not have saw in himself what others did, he may have stayed in the Archive to do archivist work, but the council meeting speech shows us that he is truly full of emotion and fire for his planet and that he is ready to work towards peace.

He is fierceful and kind, strong and gentle, there's so much to him it's insane! I have a lot more moments that fascinate me, but I don't think they'll fit into this post.

He is fucking worthy. This guy is insanely mentally strong even without it, this is why Alpha Trion noticed him, this is why he was chosen. He was just a regular worker one moment, and then he got the whole Cybertron's weight a moment later, and he fucking carried it instead of dropping.

Orion Pax really should be respected.

[lets-try-some-writing]

A Brother In Need

A gift for @nova--spark and a partial continuation of this post by her (ft. my fic blurb for it).

Sometimes, when things are dire, the Matrix can tear through the very walls between worlds. It can call out to others, summoning Primes to aid a brother in need.

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Optimus grunted as another shot scorched his armor. The upgrades he’d received were doing nothing against the raging force of nature that was Megatron. A jetpack was useless against a forged flyer. The Magnus hammer, which he’d not so quietly borrowed, was doing slag all do deter his foe.

Being taken prisoner had done nothing to calm Megatron or make him less of a deadly opponent. With Ultra Magnus out of commission, all Optimus could do was try to buy time while the Autobots got themselves organized. The battle had already raged for almost five minutes, a near eternity for Optimus, who, as much as he hated to admit it, was certainly not built for war. He could only hold off for so long, and with no allies en route, he was essentially a sitting duck.

Every dodged attack slowed him down. Each hit he managed to land seemed to bounce right off of the warlord. Even with the Allspark resting within its casing around his neck, providing him with energy he sorely needed, he was still losing. Bit by bit, he was pushed back closer toward civilian regions. It had never gotten this bad, not even on Earth.

“Foolish Prime. You will learn the meaning of suffering for daring to put me in chains.” Megatron flew at him yet again, and all Optimus could do was struggle to keep his frame from overheating as he forced himself to dodge. Unfortunately, Megatron was faster, hitting his jetpack with a well timed strike and finally sending him careening toward the ground. Optimus adjusted mid-fall, slowing his descent and landing on his pedes. However, as he attempted to get back into the skies in the hopes that it would limit civilian casualties, his jetpack failed to function. It puttered uselessly against his back, reminding Optimus again of just how dire things really were.

“I’m not going down without taking you with me!” He taunted his foe, running as far away from housing districts as possible. The Allspark weighed heavily around his neck, thrumming with strange energy he did not understand. It did little to aid him, but its glow reminded Optimus of what he was fighting for. 

Megatron could not win. Not while Optimus still functioned.

“I will strip you of your armor, one plate at a time!” Megatron roared in outrage, landing with a thunderous crash that left Optimus reeling. He clutched the Magnus hammer, not letting himself focus on the faint tremor of his digits as he raised the weapon high. He checked his comms, frantically letting his optics flicker around the area in hopes that someone, anyone, would come to his aid.

He saw and heard nothing. No one was coming. He was alone.

“I’d like to see you try.” He could sense the stress warnings for his servos running across his vision, but Optimus dismissed them. He needed to keep fighting, to buy more time for Sentinel to get things in order as acting Magnus. He doubted his former friend would actually aid him, but if Optimus could do something to give the Autobots a chance, then he would gladly put his life on the line yet again.

He took a deep vent, the world slowing around him as Megatron unsheathed his blade and leapt forward. Optimus distinctly recalled wondering if there would be anything left of his frame once the battle was done as the warlord’s blade met his hammer. 

The shock rattled his entire frame, knocking his shoulder from its socket. He didn’t have time to cry out in pain before he was forced to try and block another hit, then another, and another. He tried to fight back, but every time he tried to land an attack, Megatron’s blade cut through his armor like it was made of tinfoil. He was covered in gashes, each burning as they bled. He stumbled, trying to keep his balance as Megatron smiled, stalking forward and pushing Optimus up against a wall. 

“This is what happens when you play soldier, Optimus Prime. Now, you will die like the disposable pawn you are.” Optimus spit up energon, coughing as he clutched a particularly deep wound with one servo. The Magnus hammer was held weakly up in front of him, his entire arm shaking from the effort as he prepared to block. Part of him hoped that his team would arrive and save his sorry aft. The rest of him was praying for a decently quick and honorable end, perhaps a blaster shot to the spark.

Unfortunately for him, Megatron had other plans.

The warlord swung his blade, sending the Magnus hammer flying away from Optimus’s grasp. He cursed, getting into a combat position despite how battered and tired he was. His vents were flared wide, his fans running on their highest setting as he panted and tried to play hero. Everything ached and burned, his vision flickering from energon loss. But he was not given a chance to even try to preserve his honor as the hilt of Megatron’s blade collided with his helm, knocking him to the ground.

He cried out in pain, no longer able to stifle the agony of his failing frame. He heard Megatron laugh as a kick landed on his abdomen, sending Optimus flying against the wall behind him and leaving him to purge what little he had in his tanks before coughing up energon that had to have come from something internal being ruptured. 

He shook in terror that he could no longer mask as the warlord loomed above him, his towering frame now no longer anything close to the storybook villain Optimus had come to know. He prayed for salvation as Megatron took his time, hitting him again and again and kicking him around like some sort of training dummy. Every hit broke something else, shattering plating or snapping components that were likely vital. 

Optimus tried to be brave. He tried to keep being snarky, if only to buy time. But as he lay utterly beaten amidst the rubble of their battleground, he could only cry while pulling himself into a sitting position. There was nothing he could do now except try to die with a small iota of dignity. 

“Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Sari… I’m sorry I won’t be coming back to all of you.” A choked sob broke through his tortured venting. As Megatron cackled, Optimus touched the container the Allspark still sat within. He prayed in silence, hoping that the phenomenon that gave him life would heed his quiet plea. 

He wasn’t religious. He had no god to worship as the humans did. But he still hoped… that maybe, somehow, the thing that made him would have mercy on his spark.

“Goodbye, Prime.” Megatron’s blaster powered on, sickening purple and flooding Optimus’s vision as he raised his helm in one final act of defiance. If he were to fall, he was going to do so, looking death in the optic. He would not cower, not even in his final moments.

He stared down the blaster barrel, uncaring of how it made his optics flicker due to the brightness. But as he watched his death come closer, he felt warmth emanate from the container around his neck. He dared not look away from Megatron, but as blue light began to drown out the purple, Optimus could only gasp in awe at what occurred mere nano-kliks later.

A shot fired, but it was not Megatron’s blaster putting Optimus six feet under. Instead, bright blue energy impacted Megatron’s armor, scorching his seemingly untouchable plating and earning a cry from the warlord. Optimus gawked, his agony momentarily forgotten as he followed the source of the shot, his optics setting on a figure that towered over even Megatron.

A faint blue figure flickered in and out of existence, becoming more solid with every passing moment. Optimus’s optics widened as the mech stepped forward, his frame setting into reality as he held his arm up, the limb having transformed into a blaster without so much as a klik of hesitation. He stood proudly, his armor battered and scarred but still strong. His shoulders were sharp, and an autobot badge stood out clearly amidst the scratches and dents. His legs were long and built for combat; his waist was thin but his torso was heavily armored. A crack ran along his windshields, but it seemed to mean nothing for the mech who stood so powerfully on the battlefield.

Optimus watched in complete awe as the mech stalked forward, a battlemask firmly in place on his face as he fired shot after shot at Megatron. With grace that Optimus had never seen in anyone before, the mech strode forward, breaking into a steady run as his arms turned from guns to blades. In an instant, the mech, who looked so much like Optimus in color and overall design, met Megatron in combat. Their blades sparked, their grunts of exertion echoed across the battlefield.

Megatron tried to push back, but the mech was swift with his blades, cutting through Megatron’s defenses and slashing his armor clean open with rapid movements. Megatron stumbled back, screaming a curse in a language Optimus did not know. The mech, his counterpart, responded in kind with a quick kick to the chassis, sending the warlord sprawling after a pitifully short fight. It seemed that despite his failure to bring down his foe, Optimus had indeed tired him enough so that his counterpart had little issue bringing him to his knees.

A smug part of his spark flared in glee at the revelation.

“Serves you right, you glitch.” He raised a middle finger in Megatron’s direction as Autobots finally appeared in the distance. His counterpart knocked Megatron upside the helm, forcing the Decepticon leader into temporary recharge. Then, without a second thought, he came to kneel before Optimus, his battlemask slipping away.

“I apologize for failing to assist you sooner, little brother. The call of the Matrix can be slow at times.” Optimus carefully reset his optics, but the scene did not change as his counterpart tenderly picked him up as if he were but a newbuild. The Allspark pulsed against his chassis in response.

“It seems your reality has different rules than mine, but you need not fear. We are one and the same, merely separated by time and a barrier between worlds.” The other mech, the other Optimus, smiled in a soft manner before holding Optimus close. He coughed weakly, the pain slowly overwhelming his senses as his counterpart held him close. He wanted to speak, to ask who this mech really was.

But he found his questions answered as the other Optimus carried him to his team, passing him off to a very worried Ratchet. He stared, still in shock, as the other Prime began to flicker and fade, his existence starting to vanish like smoke.

“Rest well, young Prime. May Primus light your path.” With those final words, the other Prime disappeared as if he’d never been there in the first place. Megatron was bound and carted off, Ratchet strapped him to a gurney and rushed to get him hooked up to an IV. All the while, Optimus stared up at the sky uselessly.

He didn’t know how or why, but through the thing that hung around his neck, Optimus had been saved by another version of himself. A mech who carried his name, his burden, and his rank.

He’d had his life preserved by a brother.

[in1-nutshell]

Speaking of memories, I do think it would be cool if Mo and Robby did have to go into Buddy's mindscape for some reason. For awhile its just her memories as buddy but somehow they slip into her memories as Silver Aid. The memories are scattered and Fuzzy but Robby and Mo do learn that Buddy had a life on cybertron, that she was closed to Optimus, Elita and Megatron before the war.

And when they come out, maybe Buddy still dosent have her memories. they were able to slip through the mental block but the block is still there. Cue the existential crisis and confusion that comes from this.

Defiantly planning in the future to make a longer version of this... hopefully.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Silver Aid gets her memories back

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted romance, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFE

The Terrans had noticed Silver’s increase in migraines.

Somehow, they were getting worse with every new one wave.

It was getting to the point that the bots had started to get worried.

Silver hissing in pain while holding the side of her helm. Megatron gets to her side and gently removes her bunched-up servo from her helm. Megatron: “A bad one?” Silver squeezes her optics shut and puts her helm on his chassis, gently pushing. Megatron freezes as she grabs his servo and places it on her helm. Silver: “Just hold me…” Megatron presses his servo on her helm and pulls her closer. He smiles a bit as she snuggles closer. He looks up and sees Optimus and Mo giving him a knowing look. Megatron tries to ignore them and looks the other way… only to see Elita and Dot giving the same look.

One day, the Maltos and bots were called in by Wheeljack and Nightshade to meet at the abandoned groundbridge.

It turns out Wheeljack and Nightshade had a secret project they had been working on for Silver Aid.

A helmet to help with her migraines until another way to fix them was found.

Silver was a bit hesitant, like the others, but thought it be worth a shot.

She lays down on the med slab while Wheeljack gently placed the helmet on her helm.

The others go into another secure room overseeing Silver Aid’s room.

It is filled with all the screens and monitors for Silver.

At first, everything seemed to be going according to plan.

Wheeljack checking his screen: “The waves seem to be stable.” Night is on their screen: “And all levels seem to be at optimal speed. As soon as the next wave hits, the helmet should be able to block all pain!” Dot looks at Megatron, who was watching over the bots body for any sign of discomfort. Dot: “She’s fine Meg’s.” Megatron just hums.

Optimus and Elita aren’t any better off.

The Prime’s servo is laced in Elita’s almost trying to ground them both.

Elita’s other servo clenches and unclenches with every minute passing.

Bumblebee, Arcee and Grimlock were doing their best to try and reassure the senior bots with some of the Terrans.

They were so preoccupied that they didn’t see one of the reformed G.H.O.S.T. Robots slip on a banana peel, kicking a rock into the console screen.

Nor did they realize that Robbie and Mo had gone into the room where Silver Aid was in.

CRASH! One of the monitors gets broken and the screens start glitching. Wheeljack, Nightshade and Hashtag are scrambling to fix the problem. Optimus: “What happened?” Hashtag: “That rock hit one of the main panels! That means that—” Silver Aid: “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Silver sits bolted up screaming in pain trying to take the helmet off but can’t get it off. Megatron goes to the door, but it went into lockdown. Elita tries kicking the door down, but it doesn’t even make a dent. Alex and Dot try calming the Terrans. Alex: “Wait! Where’s Robbie and Mo?!”

Bumblebee was the one who spotted the pair inside the room with Silver Aid.

Cursing the soundproof and reinforced glass, everyone tries to get the kids’ attention to move away from the bot.

But Mo and Robbie had other plans.

Figuring that maybe their cybersleeves could help calm her down, all they needed to do was get in contact and send in as many calming thoughts as possible.

They were not expecting to touch her pede to start seeing random flashes of images.

With the calm thoughts some of the images stared staying around longer.

The first image they processed was a image of a smiling bot with three bots by their side.

The bots looked strangely like Optimus, Megatron and Elita.

More flashes of images of the same three bots in some sort of metal city.

Thinking more calmer thoughts, one of the images started to slow down even more.

The bot was inside some sort of space pod looking at a monitor with a white mech. Skyfire: “How are you holding E-2?” E-2 shrugs a bit down: “As good as I can be Sky… I just wish the others would really understand you know?” Skyfire laughs a bit: “You’re forgetting who my lab partner is.” E-2: “Yeah, Starscream does make life and adventure, doesn’t he?” Skyfire smiles warmly: “Yeah he does.” E-2: “We’re over the coordinates Sky. Huh? Its pretty windy Skyfire, maybe we should stay out of the planet’s atmosphere.” Skyfire: “A little wind never harmed no bot E. These pods were made to last and if something does happen, I’ll hop out and get you.” E-2 smiles: “All right Skyfire, let’s see what Earth has in store for us.”

The next images flew by so fast the kids suddenly felt like they were flying back.

In a way, they had, literally.

Silver Aid had managed to rip the helmet off her helm causing some of the energy pushed the kids back.

By now, Silver was shaking, throat raw from the screaming and tears still running down her face.

Silver noticed Robbie and Mo groaning in slight pain and motioned to go help them but stopped mid-way looking at her servos.

Servos that originally came from someone else, from another life.

Servos that had caused harm to her family.

She knew that the system would soon shut down letting the other bots inside.

Letting Optimus, Megatron and Elita in.

Oh…

Oh Primus…

Megatron finally kicks down the door as the others spill into the room. Dot, Alex and the Terrans are by Robbie and Mo’s side. Megatron makes his way to her, but she takes a step back. Megatron: “Silver we are going to take you to the medical bay…” Silver Aid’s optics start to fill with tears pulling herself farther from the bots in the room. Elita taking a careful step forward: “Silver? Is everything…” All words start to fall deaf to her audials. Faster than anyone could anticipate, Silver Aid let out a web overhead and swung over everyone and began to run out of the facility. How did she manage to do it? She doesn’t know. Next thing she knows, she is face to face with the former Second in Command of the Decepticon army. Starscream: “Oh. It’s you. What are you—” Silver Aid: “I know where Skyfire is.”

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Past and Present

A very big thank you to @poetnix29 for providing me with a source of inspiration in the form of one of their poems (linked below). Do go check it out, especially if you're a transformers/megop fan all the poems are rly good I promise you.

I did make Megs a little crazy in this fic but I'm pretty sure eons of war will drive anyone a little crazy yea?

Megatron can't help it, his spark thrums every time the familiar flash of red and blue appears in his vision. Even though he's covered in Energon, both his and his enemies', the Prime is still a sight to behold. The Autobot leader's Energon axe swings gracefully through the air, slicing a blaster in half before tearing through metal and wires alike before coming down to deflect a blade aimed at his legs.

Beautiful, is all the Decepticon leader can think, even as Autobots hound him from all sides. They are nothing but pests, blocking his view of the only one who truly matters. He hungers to know the emotions the stoic Prime hides behind his battle mask, to taste the anger he knows for certain is lurking behind the calm facade. He loves pushing Optimus to his limits, testing the boundaries for that sweet satisfaction of knowing he is the only one who can bring the Prime to life.

"Megatron!" Ah, there it is, the oh so familiar battle cry. The Prime has finally made his way over, blue optics blazing with a fury reserved only for him and Megatron feels special. The Decepticon warlord smirks, swatting away the annoying Autobot who tries to attack him and focuses on the mech in front of him.

"Optimus," he very nearly purrs. Megatron shoves away the thought of how similar Orion and Optimus' optics look when angry and deletes it, Megatronus and Orion are dead now, replaced by leaders of opposing factions who are determined to kill one another to win this wretched war. Still, Megatron can't stop thinking of how the light reflects off the red and blue armour at just the perfect angle, giving the Prime a sense of divinity.

Said divine figure had a deep gash in his shoulder he could have well avoided had he not pushed one of his precious Autobots out of the way of the explosion, and he now places himself between Megatron and the annoying Autobot, urging the pest to run.

That damned selfless nature of his, Megatron muses, once he had thought it endearing, but now he found it irritating. He unsheathes his blade, licking his fangs in anticipation for the fight to come. The only opponent to ever get him this fired up is Optimus, and he's almost afraid to find out what happens when he kills the Prime, but it's not as though he's not going to try anyways. He knows they're both difficult to kill, they've survived time and time again where most could not, and that eases his spark just enough for him to bring his flail down with all the might he can muster.

He relishes in the way it punches through armour, smashing apart metal and ripping through wires, eliciting a grunt of pain and for a moment, he sees the bright blue optics wince in pain, but the mask quickly slips back on and Megatron has to dodge a swipe from the Energon axe. He laughs, closing the gap so that his fists can continue the work his flail has started and feels the rush of air as a fist nearly clocks him in the cheek. He retaliates with a punch of his own which also misses, and he can feel the thrill of battle coursing through his veins.

This is how it's meant to be, a deadly dance of death, a clash of weapons, an exchange of fists, nothing else can satiate him, and judging from his opponent's gaze, the same goes for the Prime. He sidesteps yet another blow, laughing at the growl of irritation from the usually calm Prime and rams into him, tackling the red and blue figure to the ground.

Optimus throws him off with a grunt, but Megatron lands on his feet, fusion cannon already charging up. Optimus quickly fires a shot of his own from his blaster, catching the Decepticon warlord in the shoulder. The Prime doesn't give him a moment to rest and charges forward, slashing open a cut on his cheek. Megatron simply grins, the sting of the wound only serving as fuel to strengthen his attacks and licks the Energon that drips into his mouth, sending Optimus reeling with a punch to the stomach area.

How does Optimus taste, he wonders, watching as more Energon oozes from the Prime's injuries. He's never been one to obsess over anything, but his arch nemesis is slowly starting to change that. He hates how all he can think about now is Optimus, from the way his hands curl into fists to the way he shifts into a defensive stance. He can see the scratches on the red and blue armour amidst the wounds that litter the Prime's frame, the little twitches of his audial finials as he tries to formulate a strategy to take his enemy down.

He grins, but it's quickly wiped away when Optimus staggers slightly. His spark aches and his lips curl into a frown, but the worry is quickly replaced by white hot hate when the Autobot symbol on Optimus' shoulder flashes into view.

Orion is no more, he reminds himself, all that remains is the traitor Optimus Prime. Still, a part of him wants to linger on the past and leave this war behind, but he knows that future has long been buried in the ashes of war. He moves to close the gap so that he can rip the damn symbol into pieces but then a blade swipes at him and he leaps backwards, avoiding the blow.

Typical Optimus, still able to fight back despite the numerous injuries that would have rendered a normal bot unable to move.

His lips curl when he sees the fire in the light blue optics that once looked upon him with nothing but pure adoration and he swings his own blade, wanting nothing more than to split the orbs apart but another figure jumps into the fray, blocking the blow. Other Autobots scramble to get their precious leader to safety and Megatron watches them go, knowing this will not be the last time he and Optimus cross blades.

This war will go on until one of them inevitably falls, even if it means they are the last ones remaining on the battlefield. Destiny has carved this path out for them, star-crossed lovers to enemies, kindred souls ripped apart by the hand of fate, and Megatron regrets nothing. He would do this all over again, given the chance, to see the look of seething fury upon the usually impassive face of Optimus Prime, to devour the look of devastation upon the Prime's face as he rips apart the innocent, to know that he would be the only one Optimus would ever think about.

He laughs, tearing open the healing injury on his cheek as it dawns on him. They are bound indeed, by the red string of fate, whether as lovers or enemies, and neither can run from the other. He will forever chase Optimus, and Optimus will forever chase him. They will obsess over each other for all eternity, never able to wipe the other's past self from their memory, but never able to stop trying to kill one another because they both know the war will not end otherwise.

Megatron laughs and laughs at this new revelation, but Megatronus weeps for the past that can never be reclaimed.

[physalian]

Another 5 Character Types the World Needs More of (Part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

I did not expect these two posts to continue getting notes. So. Here’s some that didn’t make the cut and a few new ones.

1. Character who is immune to everyone else’s bullshit

This can either be funny or a breath of fresh air. I’m talking your drama cast of 15 all losing their minds over “he said/she said” and fixating on so many ridiculous and arbitrary problems… meanwhile Chuck over here is skinned with teflon and completely immune to tropes like manufactured miscommunication or drama, who’s juuust shy of being genre savvy to Get Shit Done like this is their second time around the block and they are not happy to be back.

The first one to pop into my head is Soundwave from TFP. He has no voice actor for 99% of the show and doesn’t have a face and is only the focus character for like, 2 episodes, but whenever he’s on screen you can just see “I’m surrounded by idiots” playing on repeat in his head. This con is brutally efficient, never messes up, and is never wrong and while everyone else is caught up on ladder-climbing and revenge quests, Soundwave is over here vibing and keeping the whole cause together.

2. The Femme Fatale, but a man

This is not sexy suave abusive asshole hero you’re supposed to root for, who’s a male power fantasy. This is literally the exact same trope, but a man. Meaning, he gets the same revealing uniform, the same “I’m letting you think you’re in charge but really I’m pulling all the strings”. Crucially, he’s straight, because most of them are gay-coded (because the man being in the submissive, ‘girly role’ is horrifying, he must be gay). This dude weaponizes toxic masculinity, making the villains extremely uncomfortable and throwing the villain’s own power fantasy back in their face.

This dude unabashedly flirts with his captors just to get in their heads, removes all concepts of personal space, and makes straight villains seriously question their sexuality. He has social engineering down to a science. I’m sure there’s one that exists, but every one I can think of is already queer-coded and that’s not good enough. So just. Black Widow. But a man.

3. Mary Sue/ Gary Stu who becomes the villain

Since these characters are the product of insecurity and lack of self-awareness… the example for this trope is Titan from Megamind. This character is absolutely the hero of their own story, practically perfect in every way. They think they’re the best at everything without trying, flawless in features and personality, and everybody loves them. And genuinely, they are just that good.

So good, that they live long enough to become the villain. Obviously people who write Mary Sues with full sincerity have no idea that anything’s wrong or problematic, but a genuine Mary Sue whose perfection is their greatest flaw without them even realizing it would be an interesting villain because I’m getting sick and tired of “sympathetic” villains who are really starting to feel like excuses for abusers to be abusive because they were smacked around as a kid.

4. Paragon who is wrong, but also right?

Apparently I’m in a Transformers mood today. There’s an episode where the Autobots’ medic/second in command does the whole “desperate scientist tests their invention on themselves with horrible results” trope and he gains the strength and speed he otherwise hasn’t had in like, eons, and starts kicking ass and taking names (and committing war crimes) to the point where his team is like “uh, buddy, slow down a bit, you’re starting to act like a Decepticon”.

The best part of that episode is where Ratchet (medic) completely unloads on Optimus about how he’s too soft, about how he’s had a million chances to end the war and murder Megatron (which is true) and yet Optimus lets the window pass again and again still hoping for Megatron’s redemption… while in the process, countless Autobots keep dying, collateral keeps happening, all because Optimus is stubborn and won’t just get it over with.

We know Ratchet is right, because throughout the next season, Optimus is a bit more… shall we say, ruthless, in trying to legitimately end the war, Megatron’s redemption be damned. But that episode ends with Ratchet nearly dying when trying to kill Megatron himself, and understanding that the Autobots are Autobots for a reason, because they’re “good,” and sinking to the enemy’s level won’t be a good foundation for a peaceful post-war survival of their species. Point being, sometimes being a Paragon is an incredibly selfish virtue.

5. Parents who know what’s up

So, while I am a firm supporter in the dead parent cliché because parents are super inconvenient sometimes, when it’s not that kind of story and the parents are a big part of the plot… while also being idiots (like Disney and Nickelodeon sitcoms circa 2008), just to make the kids sound smarter, it’s just been done to death. Everything you could think of, your parents probably did when they were your age so having competent parents in the plot as a well-meaning obstacle that continues to surprise the hero is pretty rare in stuff like YA. Usually it’s “I must lie to them to keep them safe” meanwhile Sally Jackson is over here murdering her husband with Medusa’s severed head.

They don’t have to join the hero team, but parents painted as bumbling idiots is a disservice to the mischievous teenagers they used to be. Or just the parent who really does know the kid better than they do, like when kids anxiously come out and the parent is like “honey I knew since you were 3 let’s go get ice cream”. I didn't watch Glee but that one dad who was like "son all you wanted was a pair of sensible shoes, I knew." So yeah. Smart parents. More please.

[merlinfromberlin]

Lost to a Sea of Guilt and Sorrow

The longer Ratchet is missing after the "Synth-En accident", the harder it gets for Bee to reign in his anxieties.

Warnings: mentions of Tyger Pax; Chronology: S01E22 - Stronger, Faster Wordcount: 1,103 words

Written for @angstober - Day 23: Safe/Unsafe Prompt list can be found here: X

Story below the cut or on AO3.

Bumblebee was staring up at the monitors where Ratchet's life signal should have been displayed, where his likeness should have been displayed just below Optimus but above the rest of the team. He had, intermittently, been staring up at the empty space ever since the medic's picture had vanished earlier, shortly after he had stormed out of the Autobot base to do Primus alone knew what. Bee hoped, desperately, prayed really, that the medic had only gone to drive away his emotions, but the longer he stayed away, the less likely that option appeared.

In the background, somewhere to his left, the rest of the team was conversing quietly, but he was too agitated to focus on their words. Their voices had blended into the background noise of a military base, no longer carrying any meaning discernible to him as his whole being had honed in on the unknown status of his carer.

Bumblebee looked up at the monitors again. Ratchet's signal was still gone. He prodded carefully at their sparkbond, but got no response. The medic had blocked it off earlier in the morning, as the team had set out to investigate an energon signal, and never opened the connection up again afterwards. Still, Bee did his best to make himself heard, tried to imprint his desperate, selfish plea for the medic's safe return onto the older bot's spark. He still got no answer. 

His memory banks kept replaying his short interaction with Ratchet earlier, zooming in ever more closely on the agonisingly familiar expression that had crossed the medic's faceplate right before he had run off. Ratchet had been seething when he returned to base after he had accompanied Optimus, Arcee and Bulkhead to assault a Decepticon mine ("It was only a minor dispute between conjunxes," the Prime had answered Bee's question later. "You do not need to worry about it, little one." Although the use of the nickname alone, in front of the humans at that, had alerted Bee that his carer was more shaken by the interaction than he was likely to ever admit).

When his gaze found Bumblebee, however, the medic's countenance had transformed immediately. All the anger had drained from his features as he studied the smaller bot. For a moment, guilt took command of Ratchet's faceplates, drowning the medic in the shame of his past failure. The expression was gone again within a nanocycle, replaced by a grim determination that bolstered the mech's movements as he stormed off, but it had been enough for Bee to recognise it anways. He had, after all, grown intimately familiar with it in the aftermath of Tyger Pax. To this cycle, the medic wore it way too often when he thought the scout unaware of his attentions.

Wherever Ratchet was right now, though, Bee just hoped, wished, prayed that he had not run to try and confront Megatron. Although his optimism and belief in the medic's better judgement dwindled further and further with every millicycle that passed without contact to his carer.

Bee did not need him to try and enact revenge upon Megatron. He did not need the medic to be warrior, a vigilante or an action hero. He just needed Ratchet to be safe and, preferably, to come home soon.

Again, Bumblebee reached out over their bond to be met with distant detachment. Desperately, he clawed and scratched at the barrier between them, but as he had not been the one to erect it, he was now rendered incapable of tearing it down. He shuddered slightly as he finally gave up and allowed his battered consciousness to slump back into his physical frame, a low whine building in his vocoder. Hastily, he shut it down with an unmistakable, raspy click. Even if the sound would still give him away to any Cybertronian, it would at least keep the human children ignorant of his distress for a little longer.

On the other side of the room, Optimus turned his helm slightly towards Bumblebee before gentle tendrils of the Prime's EM field brushed against his charge's protoform, nuzzling the small bot before weaving the edges of their fields together tightly—a steady, comforting embrace in a sea of unbearable uncertainty. He quivered minutely as he offlined his visual feed momentarily, allowing himself to drift in the Prime's warm hope and gentle resilience for a few microcycle before sending back a wave of gratitude. Bee shifted just a little bit closer to the tall bot, basking shyly in the mild aura promising to be his shield from what might be for just a little while longer. 

If not for the humans' presence, he would have long since huddled up close to the Prime to be soothed by the soft rumble of his mighty engine. Without the comfort of physical contact or closeness, however, this spiritual, emotional embrace was a good substitute.

Doorwings flicking anxiously, Bumblebee checked the monitors again. Ratchet's signal was still gone. Bee could not imagine what he would do if the medic actually turned out to be in danger. He prayed to Primus, the Thirteen and every other figure from Cybertron's mythic past he could recall, begged of them really, that he would not have to find out. After a moment, just for good measure, Bee added Santa Claus to his list of prayers. Jack had once explained to the Autobots that he was considered a friend and helper of all human sparklings—he hoped that Santa Claus' good will extended to Cybertronian younglings, too.

Ratchet had to return safely, he just had to.

When Bumblebee's gaze returned to the monitors the next time, Ratchet's signal had blipped back into existence.

[Ratchet! Where are you? Please, please say that you're okay.] 

Beehad opened his private commline with the medic without putting conscious thought into the action. Distantly, he was aware of Arcee talking, but his processor registered nothing but the static that once again answered his plea.

"Bumblebee." Startled from his reverie, Bee looked up as Optimus called his name.

::Hm?:: The Prime's unspoken request confused him for but a nanocycle until he remembered what they had discussed earlier. He was to stay behind and man the groundbridge while the others went to retrieve Ratchet. Bee rushed to open the groundbridge as fast as he could. The sooner they left, the sooner they would return, he hoped. ::Oh. Yeah- Go get him!::

Optimus answered the plea that had accompanied Bee's vocalisation over their sparkbond with a wave of grim determination. The message was clear. The Prime would do anything to bring their medic home safe.

"Autobots, roll out!"

[cyberrose2001]

hi hope you're well, a kinda long text coming...

with all the requests FILLED (literally) with joy with optimus, I shall be the one to break it HAHAHA so... can you do like a scenario where the reader and optimus are happy living their lives with the sparklings (imagine triplets!!!) everything is perfect but then........

optimus wakes up from his dream and realizes it all, the perfect family is not real, the reader is not alive, not being able to live with it, he suffers everyday bc of those dreams, he traps himself in this "reality" of his dreams (like that episode fr tfp on Megatron's mind) and isolate himself

hope that's not to sad >:) and if you're comfortable writing this, if not sorry.

Thank you author ❤️❤️❤️

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

you're very welcome anon!! this took waaaay too many drafts HAHA but im quite happy with it now, this is such a sad concept and now i just wanna give op a hug :(

I should also mention that I left the details of the sparklings biology unspecified. Whether you prefer them to be cybertronian, human or half-and-half is up to you! <3

Warnings: Angst, SFW

Word count: 1436

“Optimus, honey?” The wonderful voice of his lover called out to him. Closing the front door behind him, Optimus breathes a sigh of relief. Her soft voice calling out his name plays on repeat in his processor. “Is that you? Could you come and help me for a second?”

He had no idea how he got so lucky, to start a family with who he considers the most beautiful specimen in the known universe. Together, they both created three sparklings, all triplets and it was further proof that either Primus or another deity of life had seen the good that Optimus had done and blessed him with both her and sparklings. The day he found out that she was pregnant with them was the first time in his life that he experienced pure joy, the second time was when she gave birth to his little ones and officially became a sire.

With a soft smile, Optimus follows her voice to the playroom of the quaint house he calls home. He is thankful that mass displacement technology exists, allowing him to comfortably live in the house with his family. He observes from the doorway as his sparklings play with stuffed toys and little building blocks, making an absolute mess of the room. He clears his throat and leans against the doorway with folded servos, “I hope you young ones are going to help your mother with cleaning up.”

Three small heads perk up at the voice of their sire, all of them dropping their toys and bouncing over to him. He kneels down and gives his two sons a strong hug, pecking them both on the heads with kisses.

“Daddy!” The last born of the three calls out to him. Optimus chuckles softly as he opens his arms for her, embracing her close to his chassis. Now Optimus is not the one to pick favourites with his sparklings and loves them all equally, but his only daughter was the first one to hug him whenever he came home. She was also the one who took the most interest in his stories of when he was the great leader of the Autobots, constantly begging for her sire to re-tell them as a bedtime story, with the more graphic details left out. It makes the inner archivist within Optimus swell with pride that at least one of his sparklings has taken a liking to the history of his home planet.

“Hello, my sweetspark.” Optimus nuzzles his faceplate to her nose, enjoying the little giggles that erupted from her. He picks her up and places her on his hip, a servo supporting her under her bottom, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah! Look what I do!” His toddler babbles as she points to a large tower made out of the small plastic blocks. It wasn’t very impressive by Cybertronian standards of what sparklings can do, but it doesn’t matter to Optimus, he will gush over anything that his kids build or draw in order to expand their creativity.

“Did you build that?” Optimus smiles at her, “How clever of you, honey.”

She nods eagerly, a big grin on her face, “Mommy helped!”

“Did she?” He looks towards his wife who was kneeled on the floor, stomach swollen with the life of another sparkling. She was sorting out the seemingly endless pile of toys that was thrown about on the floor. Optimus can’t help but admire his wifes devotion to their children, playing with them even when heavily pregnant. The incredible and important job of being a mother is something that Optimus has learned and respected during his time on Earth, especially after witnessing it firsthand.

“I did, now could you help me get up off the floor?” She chuckles, a hand rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Optimus carefully steps over the toys to walk over to her. He offers his servo and she graciously took it, pulling her up off the floor. She huffs a little bit and tries to catch her breath, bent knees trying to brace the weight of her unborn child.

“Thank you, love.” She sighs, lightly tracing the servo that still held onto her hand, “You would think I’d learn from my previous pregnancy to not get on the floor.”

Optimus laughs softly, readjusting his daughter on his hip, “It is probably not the wisest decision.”

She laughs, reminiscing the memory of her stuck on the floor while she was pregnant with the triplets, and he can feel himself falling in love with her all over again. She is absolutely glowing, and Optimus can’t help but bask in her natural beauty. Leaning forward, he presses a chaste kiss to her lips, smiling through it as he hears their sparklings protest as most children do when they see their parent’s smooch, “Yucky, Daddy!”

 He pulls away from the kiss and brushes a servo across the tight skin of her stomach, feeling the little kicks of their soon-to-be newborn. Optimus doesn’t want to jinx anything yet, but he prays to Primus that it is another little girl.

She smiles and places her own hand on top of his, sharing the moment together. But Optimus does not notice that her smile faltered for a second.

“Optimus, you know that this can’t last forever.” His wife whispers quietly so that the sparkling he held can’t hear.

Optimus perks his helm up to look at her, confusion plastered on his face, his gentle caresses on her stomach halting for a moment, “What cannot last forever?”

She reaches a soft hand out to caress his faceplates, a small tear threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks. Despite being incredibly confused at his wife’s turn of behaviour, Optimus felt a need to comfort her and returns the gesture to wipe her own tears away.

“It’s not healthy for you… you need to wake up.”

Taking a step back, digits leave her face as he nearly trips on the carpet. The words that just left your lips made his spark sink to the floor. There was no way that Optimus was dreaming, he refused to believe, not when everything that has happened within the last few months felt so real and genuine. As quick as he felt his spark sink, the cosy home that surrounded his family began to crumble and disappear around him, falling into an endless cold void. The weight of his daughter on his hip was no longer there. The softness of his wife’s hand had disappeared. Optimus was left with nothing but the darkness of his empty mind. And at that point, Optimus felt his own optics lubricate and fall down into the void, the last echoes of his wife reaching his audial receptors.

“Optimus…”

“Optimus.”

“Optimus!”

Optics snap open, scanning the ceiling above him. In an instant, he sits up right on the berth below and vents heavily. He looks around carefully at his environment and realises that he is in his berthroom on the Autobot base, it feels lifeless.

“Hey, hey, take it easy.” A gentle yet firm voice reassures and pushes him back onto the berth, “I heard a distress signal from your internal instruments, is everything alright?”

Optimus recognises Ratchet, but the old bots words are drowned out by his processor running on overdrive. His wife, his sparklings, and his unborn little one are no-where to be found. Frantic optics flicker around every inch of the emptiness of his berthroom, hoping and wishing that they would be waiting just outside the room or hiding somewhere, playing that fun earth game called hide-and-seek that he enjoyed playing with his sparklings.

Ratchet notices the distant look in his friend’s optics and places a servo on his shoulder to try and ground him to the present, “Optimus, you’re fine, it seems as if you have just experienced a nightmare.”

His grip on the berth was hard. That was no nightmare. That was his life, a life that has now been taken away from him as a cruel punishment. All Optimus had ever wanted was right there in his grasp. He didn’t care about his friends, and he didn’t care about the Autobot cause anymore.

He just wants his family back.

“It was not.” Optimus whispers out, vocaliser stuttering. He knew Ratchet wouldn’t understand the monumental loss that he had just suffered, but Optimus could not deal with his old friend at this point in time. Just as Ratchet was about to question him, Optimus lets out a pained sob.

“Please…” He held his helm in his servos as lubricant began leaking from his optics once again, “Just leave me be.”

[searchingforatrail]

WIP Shades of Me Chapter 2: In which Megatron does Jack a favor. Summary:

There are many different shades of Optimus Prime. And at some point in their complicated history, Megatron had become familiar with them all. The data droid, the Prime, the fearless, Autobot leader? He had grown accustomed to his former rival's varied existence. But Optimus Prime, the bot who decided to insert himself into the lives of three human children and their families? The mech who has devoted himself to the lives of humans? This is new. -- (Optimus "adopts" Miko, Raf, and Jack. Megatron becomes an unwilling secondary-creator)

(TW: mention of drug use amongst teenagers, nothing serious)

In Jack’s defense, today had been a very bad day. He had failed a science exam he’d actually studied for, had left his wallet at home so had no lunch, had been harassed by drive through customers again, and had gotten passed up on another “mission” Fowler had assigned the team on (all thanks to Arcee, actually. According to Wheelkack, she had “mother henned” very badly, apparently.). So now he was alone without Raf and Miko for a good week and a half. 

He had made it a point to block them both on social media for that time too. 

So who could blame him for partaking in the #1  run-of-the-mill illegal activity for America’s youth at the time? Besides, it wasn’t like it was meth. It was just weed.  And at least he actually got along with Vince this time. Sure it took twenty dollars and sworn secrecy, but they’d managed to speak for five minutes without cursing the shit of each other. So he considered that a win. 

He planned to spend the rest of the day, alone, stoned out of his mind.

He nestled himself in between a stack of empty energon crates, making certain that the base was completely empty before he lit his joint. At least in the base robots couldn’t smell the scent of weed. Parents on the other hand could.  And he wanted to be as far away from his mother as possible. 

Jack stayed by himself for a good while, letting the smoke work its magic. 

“I was not aware that humans needed to inhale gas to survive.” 

Looming above him, peering into the open space amongst the tower of metal cubes like a scientist looking at a lab sample, was Megatron. Jack nearly choked. For two reasons–one, being caught high as a kite, by Megatron of all beings, was not how Jack wanted to spend his evening. At all. He was already pissed off. No need to add fear to his growing list of emotional grievances. 

Two–where Megatron was, Optimus was sure to follow. Megatron did not casually associate with humans for no reason, and avoided The Base alone at all cost. His appearance, from what Jack could tell, was relaxed, and he had no Decepticon guard accompanying. So that meant Optimus was close by. 

Great. Optimus knew enough about humans to know high schoolers shouldn’t be smoking. And Ratchet would know enough to know they shouldn’t be smoking weed. He could already see it–the ridiculous butterfly effect of Optimus telling Ratchet, who would tell Fowler, who would tell his mom. 

He swallowed dryly. The anxiety overriding the calming effects of his joint. That was frustrating. 

“Um.. Is Opti–”

[melishade]

Number 18?

This ask game

I see you're just going down the list so you don't lose track of what you've asked.

Immediately after chapter 94. This will be part of the New Age Anthology. Yes, I might be going out of order, but I have been eager to publish this. Also spoilers ahead.

Main Story

The Message

Investigation

Gabi Braun

Optimus Prime

Convincing

Bumblebee shielded his optics when the glowing centipede that emerged from the titan body was sliced in two, creating a massive explosion that nearly blew everyone back. The Warrior planted his pedes deep into the ground to steady himself. He glanced behind him to see Megatron managing to his remaining servo to dig his digits into the ground and anchor himself.

When the explosion ended and the dust began to settle, Bumblebee spotted the Jackhammer still flying above him, but...the Colossal Titans that were trying to attack the ship, were now slowly crumbling away and turning into steam. The skeletal dome structure above them all began to collapse and evaporate before hitting the ground. Bumblebee also noticed the skinless female titan falling to the ground. He failed to remember her name, and he was wondering if she was even alright.

Bumblebee then looked dead ahead to see Optimus standing up and holding his bleeding side. The Star Saber was also in his other servo and Bumblebee could see blood evaporating off the blade. Bumblebee could see it in Optimus' optics: he was searching. He was searching for the remnants of the opponent that he had just slain. Optimus' optics fell to the titan body of 'Eren Jaeger' that was slowly crumbling away and turning to dust. The Prime nearly collapsed but stabbed the Star Saber into ground to help support his weight. One knee rest on the ground while one pede was still standing upright. Bumblebee couldn't see Optimus' faceplates, the arms supporting his weight were blocking his view of it.

“Hey humans! Anyone!” Knockout called through the comm. link, “The Colossal Titans are disappearing everywhere! What happened?!”

Bumblebee was about to speak, but another voice spoke up for him. “Report this to the world: Eren Jaeger was slain by Optimus Prime. With the Star Saber, he eliminated him and the rest of the titans from existence. Because of Optimus Prime, humanity is now free from the reign of the titans.”

Bumblebee wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. It was over. This chaos and destruction was over. But...why did he still feel so uneasy? Was it just his nerves? Bumblebee had his question answered when he saw Optimus raise his helm to the sky, optics shut, lubricant streaming down his faceplates, and scream out to the sky in agony. Bumblebee never felt so...sick. He never felt so shocked. Optimus, the strong and stable leader he had always looked up to for guidance, was crying in pain and agony. Lubricant was streaming down his face! It-!

Bumblebee gasped in horror when Optimus' body wobbled. He let go of the Star Saber and collapsed to the ground on his back. The spear that was in his side was now crumbling away, leaving an open wound.

"OPTIMUS!" Bumblebee screamed in terror as he bolted towards his leader.

"Oh fuck!" Miko swore as Bulkhead and Smokescreen immediately followed Bumblebee's lead. Miko started to follow them, but noticed one of the humans, Armin, she recalled, letting go of Mikasa and running off in a different direction. She didn't know where and she didn't care, focusing her attention on Optimus.

Bumblebee slid across the ground to Optimus' side and saw that his leader was already unconscious, his helm rolled off to the side. Panic and fear gripped him as he was able to see the full extent of his injuries. Energon still leaked from his mouth and his now open wound. The tears he wept had now dried on his face. His signature mask was shattered into pieces. The rest of his body was covered in dents and bruises that looked so severe in his optics.

"Optimus!" Bumblebee grabbed the Prime's face and turned it to face him to try and get him to wake up. "OPTIMUS GET UP!"

"Ratchet, Optimus is down! We need a bridge to Cybertron now!" Bulkhead activated the comm. link.

"What are his injuries?! HOW SEVERE?!" Ratchet demanded.

"It's bad!" Smokescreen added.

"JUST OPEN THE SPACEBRIDGE!" Bumblebee hollered at him.

Hanji tumbled onto the ground after losing all the titans that they could latch onto. Hanji raised their head to see a spacebridge open up right where the Autobots were gathered around Optimus. They saw Bulkhead and Smokescreen lift the unconscious Optimus off the ground and keep him over their shoulders to drag him through the portal.

"No...wait..." Hanji's body operated on autopilot as they began to run towards the spacebridge.

"Hanji! Wait!" Erwin immediately ran after them, ignoring the fact that Levi was still heavily injured.

"You're gonna be okay, chief," Smokescreen tried to reassure himself.

"NO! STOP!" Hanji screamed as they saw the three Autobots disappear from their sights. They almost jumped in after them, but Erwin quickly grabbed them and held them back.

"Hanji, stop!" Erwin told them as the spacebridge closed.

"Erwin, let me go! Where are they taking him?! OPTIMUS!" Hanji screamed.

"They're taking him back to Cybertron to get medical treatment!" Bumblebee declared as the Jackhammer landed on the ground, "I-I don't know if Optimus will be okay! I-!...Frag!"

"Bee, what the hell do we do now?!" Miko shouted at him.

"I don't know!" Bumblebee exclaimed as Wheeljack hobbled out of the ship.

Armin, despite his pain from his injuries, finally managed to reach Megatron's body. He gasped in horror at the sight of Megatron's stub of an arm torn to shreds, and his chest was wide open and leaking dark energon.

"Megatron," Armin could only speak in fear before turning to the Autobots. He knew...he knew for a fact it was a long shot. The Autobots had every reason to let Megatron die for his crimes. But even so...

"Damn it!" Armin swore to himself, "HELP ME! HELP!"

Bumblebee was alerted to the sound of Armin's voice and ran over to him. Miko followed close behind while Wheeljack hobbled over. Bumblebee then skidded to a stop when he realized that Armin was directly in front of Megatron's damaged body.

"You have to help Megatron!" Armin begged.

"Are you fucking nuts?!" Miko screeched at him, "He's tried to kill us and take over our planet!"

"And he helped to save mine!" Armin retorted.

"You think for one second that we're just going to-!"

"I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL, BUT I JUST CAN'T LET HIM DIE! NOT AFTER EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH! PLEASE HELP HIM!" Armin screamed.

Bumblebee was extremely conflicted. This random human was trying to save Megatron?! He was asking them to save Megatron?! Before Bumblebee could even make a choice, he heard Wheeljack groan in defeat before hobbling over to Megatron's unconscious body and pulling him over his shoulder with his remaining arm.

"Wheeljack?!" Bumblebee exclaimed.

"Wheeljack, what the fuck?!" Miko demanded.

"Look, scrap is really weird on this planet!" Wheeljack proclaimed, "We'll lock him in the Nemesis, get the dark energon out of him, and figure out what to do next!"

"No way! I'm not doing that! Bumblebee!" Miko snapped her head to the warrior, "Bee!"

Bumblebee's attention was on Megatron's flickering optics and the dark energon leaking from his chassis. He then turned his attention to Armin, and saw that his eyes were filled with desparation.

"Please," Armin whispered.

Bumblebee grimaced in frustration before running over to Wheeljack to help support Megatron.

"Bee?!" Miko exclaimed.

"Tell Knockout or anyone to prepare a place on the Nemesis for Megatron!" Bumblebee ordered.

"Dude, he killed you!" Miko emphasized.

"For frag's sake, just do it!" Bumblebee shouted at her.

Miko groaned in anger before activating her comm. link. "I hope someone's willing to help out Buckethead!"

"Someone help over here!" Annie shouted as she found Levi fighting to stay conscious, "Levi's about to pass out!"

"Levi!" Hanji screamed as they ran back to find him. Erwin began to follow them, looking back to see Sasha weeping over Connie's lifeless corpse with Ymir comforting Sasha in response.

Armin saw the panic around him before registering the pain in his side. He looked down to see blood staining his shirt before putting his hand over his wound to slow the bleeding. There was still panic happening all around him, and there was still a lot of steam that was slowly disappearing. But he realized he lost track of someone. Someone important.

"Mikasa?" Armin spoke. He ran as fast as he could to where he last saw her, but when he arrived, all that was left were the pieces of his and Mikasa's gear.

"Mikasa!" Armin called out in a panic, "MIKASA! MIKASA WHERE ARE YOU?!"

(First time that I've really skipped around in any anthology series, but I was eager to write this one. Anyway, the rests of the asks are free game.)

[hercarisntyours]

I hope you know your hadestown au has ruined me

“what does he care for the logic of kings, the laws of your underworld / it is only for love that he sings” has ALWAYS been Orion Pax coded to me

it's ruined me aswell dw, if I have to suffer with this so does everyone else /hj

UGHHH THAT'S SO ORION because what DOES he care 😭 I could go on and ONNNN about how orion coded orpheus and just how, hadestown and tf go hand in hand; ESPECIALLY NOW THEY'RE ALL PRETTY MUCH CANNONICALLY MINERS. Genuinely. This au has been living in my head rent free since about the time rotb came out I can't lie, when ever I would hear for example doubt comes in I couldn't help but imagine orion with that, that's how much I connect orion and orpheus LIKE HE WOULD GO TO THE WELL OF ALLSPARKS TO GET ARIEL BACK. HE WOULD MOVE WALLS AND GODS TO DO SO. all while inspiring the opressed to stand up to they're opressors, and now those thoughts are just hightened x100 with tfone orion. Even when I went to see hadestown, I came out thinking about how, tragically Orion and Ariel it is. "Have I made myself their lord, just to fall upon the sword; of some paupers minor chord" is another that just screams Orion to me, especially if gladiator megatronus is hades, because he did make him self the lord of the arena; just to fall when orion sang his song to the primes in the aligned universe (the one which this au started out as, not that megatron is hades i don't think idk I haven't decided)

tbh I've actually been meaning to post new hadestown au stuff but I've been stuck. trying to figure logistics out with other characters but I think I'm going to focus purely on arion/oplita for it rn, especially ariel and the fates (the seekers) because eurydice and the fates is one of my favourite arcs in the show (im lowkey in a writing rut/block 😔 i need help with this au I cannot lie)

I also think Eurydice is so, very Ariel/Elita. Especially an Elita who is feeling the distraught and dystopia of an opressed and climatic world. I think 'a gathering storm', "when the chips are down" and 'nothing changes' shows how I think of her in this au, the realist to orion's delusions. She's fighting for survival, but she has to give in because the hope so had got lost. She did what she had to.

Also, I think Elita is persephone coded, yeah this au is arion but the pain and estranged-ness of persades in this just reminds me of optimus being so far away, physically AND emotionally and Elita having to keep up cybertron; more specifically wfc netflix (I think a universe where Optimus falls down a path just like hades did would be so very good. He's so focused on making cybertron so full of love, he destroys it which pushes away his love)

"It's you"

"It's me"

🫦🫦🫦🫦 fUCKKKKKKKKK this au hurts my heart why did I let the brain rot procreate with the others brain rot

[ppnuggie]

HIIIIII! I LOVE YOU

Earthspark Soundwave, Megs, and anybot of your choosing with an insensitive s/o?

As in, they say some out of pocket shit at the best/worst times. 💙💙💙

　　　　　　EARTHSPARK x gn human reader

　　　　『　soundwave ,, megatron ,, skywarp ,, optimus ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> bots w/ s/o who says stuff so out of pocket

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— yHEHE SHEKSN LOVE YOU 🫶🫶 you said bots of my choice and i leaped to add skywarp 😩 shes so pretty in the new show ,, girlboss 👁💍 honestly i kinda did it as reader says shit out of pocket 💀💀 theres a lot of profanity and stuff in his so a headsup

soundwave ::

• soundwave couldn’t remember why exactly he was teaming up with a human but his cassettes like you ,, so he can look away for now

• the moment you say “mother shit balls” hes already flying over ready to cover frenzy’s head to block out what you just say

• but its too late as she’s already saying it during the next time she messes with megatron and optimus

• he shakes his head and sighs ,, grumbling to himself as he just ignores it

• the second time you say something its ravage who takes the courtesy of saying it to soundwave next time he calls him

• please stop talking omg 😭😭 soundwave is begging ,, its one thing to have his kids act like hooligans but now that theyre going around shouting “son of a bitchin bastard whore” 😭 he just cant handle it

megatron ::

• hes heard some things ,, working beside humans for some years ,, but that doesnt mean he’s not gonna predict what theyre gonna say the next minute

• so when you walk into ghost agency and immediately start shivering whilst saying “ its colder than a polar bears pussy in here” hes more than shocked

• he doesnt know what to say ,, hes shocked frozen and embarrassed

• now when you say something like that during battle ,, hes face palming and begging silently for you to be quiet bc omg soundwave is right here

• that doesnt stop soundwave from recording you saying “HOLY BANANA DICKS WHATS THAT” midbattle with megatron

• he uses it on optimus ,, and megs is ready to deflate right then and there

skywarp ::

• shes all for it ,, teach her all your crazy words and sayings 🙏🙏 she wants to use them on megatron the next time she sees him ,, or maybe even optimus

• mandroid aint having it ,, he gets all huffy and puffy and ends up threatening you ,, to which skywarp gets defensive and all that mess

• she finds it hilarious ,, how any time something unexpected happens your go to line is “MOTHER OF COCKS WHAT THE SHIT IS THAT” and its mainly targeted at smt mandroid made

• she ends up using your lines against his latest battle w/ megatron ,, and the man just stands there 🧍

• she’ll have to thank you later 🫶

optimus ::

• he’s not a fan of it ,, oml ,, 😭😭 hes on the verge of tears

• “ maybe you could replace some of the words with something else ?”

• hes just not used to cuss words in general ,, he doesnt say them he just turns the other way

• “ now now ,, lets use our nice words ,,” he’ll pick you up and scold you gently about your potty mouth ,, having made a technique where you replace the cuss words with things you like

• the type to say “ oh my flowers !” instead of oh my primus or oh my god 😭

[lancelotslair]

if ur taking asks about tf aftershock, I have a few questions to (maybe) help get more asks rolling 😶👉👈

1: what is the (current) premise of the A.U ?

2: where is it set ?

3: you’ve shown us the Autobots so what are the Decepticons like ? (No art needed, I’d jst like maybe a lil’ stuff on them :D)

4: how exactly are Bee, Arcee n Hotrod stowaways ? (Did they stowaway on the Arc???)

5: do u have any HC’s in this A.U about Cybertronian’s + Cybertron ?

6: are there any ships in the A.U ? (I don’t mind if there aren’t lmao 030)

I hope these questions are sufficient n stuff lol (I RLLY don't wanna sound condescending but u can take as long as you need to answer or don’t have to answer at all 😚)

—Dragæy 💜🖤✨

oh sure no problem, Would love to answer questions about it to the best of my ability! Under the cut it goes hehe

Ah, it's sort of two fold? The first is that it is meant to be a fake show with the pros and cons of that, following set length schedules with each specific story being a episode or a two parter. Goal with the show is basically, well what if we made it real weird real silly had a lot of odd alt modes and color schemes. Also debatable a musical show. And then the HORRORS!!!! This is all due to me finding it so fun to write in season block formats. I think it would play in the 2010 lineup of Cartoon Network robot shows and sit along side GenRex as a sort of beloved by the few who know it but also oft forgotten show… Different musical numbers would likely sometimes take on different animation styles to suit the characters, I think that would be fun. Sorry I imagine a Transformers Musical Cartoon, I have a powerful mind and a lot of love.

Secondary premise being Showing the ahem, aftershocks of various choices and actions and inactions. The small groups of Autobots and Decepticons that did wind up on earth [Optimus' small hunk of the Ark, Starscreams small squad] wake up to find the war has gone on without them, with many mechs having switched sides for a variety of reasons, and are forced to contend with where their loyalties and ethics lie in the new landscape. It's only halfway through the first season Megatron even actually arrives to earth, and knocks down the fragile peace Optimus and Starscream had Semi agreed on for the sake of survival, as well as shattering the security of the 'Con squad and sending the 'Bots into a panic when he reveals just what he has gotten up to in 4 million years without his high command or his #1 enemy. [Slightly incorrect, he still has Shockwave but Shockwave is. Well, he's a bit preoccupied.]

Eh, shrug, small farming town primarily, earth generally. Towns based on numerous rural middle of america towns as well, that's the sort of place I know best! Critically within the town is a Radioshack that Swindle becomes the manager at, with a good portion of the shows main human cast being his employees. It's sort of the shows main B plot location, with a lot of silly plots starting up there. A few episodes in Jazz decides to sort out his own holoform to get a job there just to see what Swindles up to "just in case" [And because he's curious about humans!]

saw you said you saw some of em but!! they're actually pretty fun, and split into two groups [megatrons army and Starscreams small but growing Group] at the end of season 1 and throughout season 2 [They leave in chunks. Starscreams first to leave actually!] We also see once Megatron joins the fray that he has supplemented his army, and missing high command, with various Autobots he has captured and convinced, by various means, to join him. Most notably is Elita as his SiC, Perceptor as TiC, Prowl as a enforcement agent, and Ironhide chillin' in the brig.

yup yup! Stowed away when they were told NOT to go in that section! The 'Bots split the ark into a collection of smaller faster ships [like a combiner in a way] at the start during the G1 esq chase off Cybertron, the goal being to disorient the 'Con forces and hopefully keep teletraan away from them. The three are the youngest bots in the show and were Supposed to go on Magnus and Kups ship, as the two were considered most likely to be able to handle that hellish trine and keep them safe. Unfortunately Arcee had the clever idea of sneaking aboard Optimus' section and was easily able to convince the other two, which in the long run forces Optimus to be a single double-divorced father of three teenagers-young adults who do Not Listen.

Honestly a rather difficult one to answer, not because I don't but because much of it is meant to be explored through the story. Well I had just used the term trine, which within this work is a group of three [usually "forged" together, but not always, see Starscream's trine] with a connection between their sparks, though exactly what that connection Is varies by trine. In the case of Starscream+ they three had met after retiring from active duty and ah, actually met because Skywarp was a musician with Thundercracker her manager and they needed a bodyguard, and Starscream needed a job after losing Skyfire.

Lets see… The way mechs form is by a spark igniting, and then the metal of Cybertron wrapping around it in a sort of cocoon that the mech forms within, eclosing as a protoform and toddling off to find a alt mode or home. Fun fact! Soundwave, Rumble, and Frenzy are from the same initial ignition [triplets…] but Rumble and Frenzy eclosed much earlier, making them the big siblings! It's fun! Laserbeak and Ravage on the other hand are built on earth. Hm… Oh theres a heavy usage of antenna on various characters which is prrooobably never would be explained in the show but each are used for different sorts of communication, with the specific types varying by role/battle style of characters, for instance Starscream has big Router style antenna which he uses specifically to link up with his trine, allowing those three to function as one processor split into three frames on the battlefield! He claims it gives him a massive headache. Snaps RIGHT also you see with Optimus and Hot Rod sometimes Mechs eclose with a minicon sorta guy that functions as absolutely a Part of them but also separate. Roller Rights Forever. One Tough Little Autobot.

Mechs often keep a bit of the paint color of those closest to them on their frame. Skywarps Trine shows this on their boots, I fucked up the art I posted for the 'bots but Bumblebee and co do similar, if you were to look at Elita, Optimus, and Megatron closely [in universe] you'd find each has the others color hidden somewhere on their person.

Relationships ahhh? There's several implied or hinted at with the intention of a make believe fandom for the show [represented by our friends, mostly] but ahhh main ones at the moooment??

Megoplita eternal DIVORCE PAIN AND HATRED AUUU AUUUUU eclosed together, a trine for all time, best friends forever until ohhh they really were Not. There's a lot of bitter emotions between the three, saddest thing you ever did see. Optimus wears the other twos colors the most openly, and has yet to find it in his spark to abandon hope for them. Elita believes herself to be acting to in a way to lessen the harm caused by Megatron and wont listen to reason. Megatron is short and mad about it.

Jazz/Swindle/Prowl really really funnyyyy I mean even just Jazz and Swindle with the way they are acting in the Radioshack and Jazz finding he really Does get along with this little guy fucking great and respects the care Swindle shows for his employees, but also later on uh, ssspoilers for fake show? Ig? well Prowl is working under some intensive loyalty programming and after they are able to capture his crazy cybertoothed tiger ass Jazz goes to Swindle for help in breaking Prowl out of it because he knows Swindle managed to break his own loyalty programming [in a very bad no good and painful moment, but he did it!!] and trusts him with his, ahem, partner. They succeed! Though Prowl is a lil fucked up from his four million or so years of hell hell hell forever, but hey he's got a lil guyyyy now which helps more then you might imagine

Swindle/Skyfire is really funnn n cute in it also uh, Starscreams gone when Skyfire is awoken so he finds a fast friend and companion in Swindle [on medical duty on the Skyfire case DESPERATE to prove he has use to Megatron so his ass does NOT get sent to Shockwave] n well. He's so small . Skyfire in fact is the one to grab Swindle after a few to many threats to his friend and the two book it from Megatrons base of operation before reuniting with Starscream. This is a case of it's real cute n' fun

I do think Optimus Ratchet and Wheeljack are capable of homosexual actions. This needs no explanation or provided evidence.

actually kinda jus the majority of Starscreams initial squad [starscream, skywarp, thundercracker, Soundwave, Swindle, later Skyfire] if you are FUCKING brave. the show Heavily focuses upon them and their growing bond and basically having to on the fly learn to be as efficient as any team that actually gets along. Easy to see how and why, specially with a few bottle episodes explicitly to show their care for each other before they're even willing to consider that.

GENERALLY I view uh, shipping for this as like. There MAY be a few "canon" ones [jazz swindle n prowl IS likely, just the way their story seem to be growing] but like? It's meant to be viewed as another weirdo Transformers show so it's Mostly free reign to do what you wanna. [I would prefer Hot Rod and trine be left alone in this regard, they're just little guuuys cmaaahn.]

Also Lockdowns there, he hasn't been mentioned in any posts and I think we might have set him to die? Sorry girlies, Ratchet and Swindle medic power hour or something, he's built to be a real skeevy sleazeball and genuinely unlikable, which means I'm sure people will like him :D There are NOT many deaths in the show, at current, as it's mostly meant to be fun that doesn't shy from the horrors, it's just fun to kill him badly

salutes okay , The Best way to do this would be to write a pitch bible and then I guess script out episodes and do pretend cast Q&A's to give out bits of lore, but this will have to be sufficient. Do not be afraid to ask for clarification on Anything. Okay my 5 am monster energyjust wore off goodnight everyone.

[riskyraiker]

Thank you whoever did this request!

Royal male!reader part II

Saving optimus and his aft!

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The day started calmly with the other bots, but Y/N had a feeling that something would happen.

It didn't feel that awful as sometimes. Nothing has happened yet so we should be fine. Right? Well Optimus just left to a recon mission. The feeling got stronger and 20 minutes later Y/N heard Ratchet yelling through the commlink. "Ratchet? What is going on?" Ratchet didn't spare a glance at you. "Optimus ran into Megatron. Gladly in a abandoned fie- Optimus! By the all spark what is going on?" He didn't answer... Something happened. "Ratchet open the groundbridge!" Few seconds later you're running through already.

The scene was spark stopping. Optimus lying on the ground almost unconscious, Megatron with his pede on Optimus to hold him down. "This shall be the day you fall, Optimus!" He will not die as long as I live. Running towards them both you push megatron away, hit him in the faceplate and give him a nice kick optimus taught you. "Megatron, I had enough with you and this destruction you've caused!" You punched one last time hard as you can and it sent Megatron flying limbly and falling hard onto the ground. "Y/n, you're not supposed to be here.." Turning around you saw optimus still on the ground, trying to get up. "I won't leave anyone to die. You should know that, Optimus. It's my responsibility." I helped optimus back up and was about to comm Ratchet for a groundbridge, until Megatron stood up. He growled angrily, apparently he doesn't like you that much. "So, the prince of Cybertron sided with the autobots. And dares to fight me!? The gladiator who rose from the pits of Kaon!" He took out his sword and started to run at both of us. "Ratchet, groundbridge is needed. Now! Optimus you're hurt, fall back! I'll distract Megatron" Blocking Megatrons attack you make sure Optimus gets back to base safely. No words were spoke until Megatron broke it. "Pathetic, protecting the loser team never helps you, or anyone. Even as a prince you're not able to do anything to stop me." Does he ever shut up?! You do a roundhouse kick and take a step back. "I'm helping bots who want peace in out world. You're the opposite. And yes, I might not be able to stop you as a prince. I'm still able to beat you as a king of Cybertron!" One last punch was thrown and Megatron apparently had enough. He transformed and flew away.

Optimus still stood there, a groundbridge forming behind him. "Let's go get you patched up, optimus. You're hurt" Taking his arm you put it over your shoulder and hold his side with you're other hand. Both of you walking through the groundbridge, only to find everyone waiting patiently. "By the all spark!" Ratchet ran to Optimus and checking his wounds. Both of us walk to the medbay and you set Optimus down. "Whoa, what happened!?" Miko yelled from the couch. "A battle with Megatron, but I would not be here without Y/N's assistance." Everyone looked at you now. "Primus.. I just did what I had to do. A royalty doesn't betray their bots?"

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AN: Oh my gosh! I wrote this during school so I apologize if there's any mistakes! Hope you like it!!! Have a good day and take care!

[solar4seekstron]

Ending 3. Elita

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Optimus Prime Ending, Megatrons Ending, B-127 Ending, Bonus+ Deadlocks Ending

TF1!Elita x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Y/N was working on moving the broken pieces and blocks with other former miners and bots with cogs. They would continue and as it got later. Even then they chose to stay even longer. Enjoying the sunset. They would continue to work. They then find a miners tool. Picking it up as they look down at it. They then start to smile as they looked down at the tool.

*Flashback-

After some time once work was finally over. Y/N was the last to leave checking that no one was left behind. After landing on their pedes from flying on their jet pack. As they put their tools in one of the carts they’re startled by someone behind them.

”Hey you that new rookie?” Elita voice was booming as she looked up at them. They would turn around a bit startled and looked down at her.

”Uh ye ma’am name’s Y/N. Couldnt really say hello since ya know the shift started so soon.” Elita would huff looking at them up and down

”You’re pretty good with that tool. We were able to work a lot faster thanks to your work.”

”Really? That- that. That’s wonderful! I’m happy to help.” They start pushing the crate so that they can head out being done for the day. Elita would stay next to them

”Guess what those two idiots told me was true. I wont ask your reasoning for needing to move here my boss has already told me “enough” of as to why you were moved to work with us. But I will tell you this. Keep your helm down. Listen to me. And stay out of our bosses-Your new bosses way. Got it?”

”Oh yes of course.” Elita would then smile and put her cervo on their arm as the two chuckled and continue to walk together both with a smile on their face.

*End of Flashback-

They continue to get back to work until they hear Elita calling their name

”Hey Y/N you know the “shift” for clean up is over, right?” The sun has already set and it was time to head back in. To try to grab some dinner before getting to work

”Oh sorry Elita. I just wanted to try to do a little more so you know?” Elita just stares at them crossing their arms

“Y/N get inside.” they would then sigh and walk with Elita into the tower where they sleep at night. It being a hotel. As Elita and Y/N were about to walk in Elita sighed and grabbed their arm. They looked at her confused.

”Wait.”

“Hm?

”Look Y/N I know we haven’t talked as much after joining to help with finding the Matrix and trying to rebuild Iacon and all…” She would notice them looking down at her with a small smile as they listen to her speak

”This ain’t really easy to say. Primus I am bad at this-“ Y/N would put their cervo on her shoulder and lean down a little as they still look at her.

”I like you too Elita. Like, like like you I guess is the right word?” Elita would just stared at them and then sigh

”I wasted so much time thinking. Didn’t I?”

”Yes. Yes you did…Elita would you like to be my Conjunx Endura?” Elita would scoff and put her cervos on her hips

”Y/N I would love to be your Conjunx Endura.” Y/N then chuckles and picks her up by her waist spinning around and then holding her close being gentle as their arms stay around her waist. Elita putting her cervos on their cheeks.

The two finally kissing as they both close their optics.

Y/N keeping her up in their arms as she would be the one looking down at them as they kissed. The two happy as they embrace eachother at a joyful peace in their new path. Both of their sparks soon glowing between the two as their moment lasts for a little longer.

I was able to finish this pretty early so I hope you all enjoyed this!!!