#short orion pax

[lets-try-some-writing]

Shortstack to Brickhouse

Jazz had endless fun making Orion run after him before the war. Unfortunately for him, Optimus has taken it upon himself to pay back the vorns of runs through Iacon.

(This is going to be part one for a series methinks. We shall see.)

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"There's a bar this way that I enjoy. Best engex in Iacon." Orion, looking more than a little winded, huffed as he all but sprinted to keep up with Jazz's strides. The archivist's vents flared as he ran along, his fans running on their highest setting in an attempt to follow Jazz along the purposefully convoluted path.

Any potential guilt he might have felt for forcing the far shorter mech to tail him was smothered behind amusement. Orion hardly left the archives, and when he did leave, he usually just took the train. Jazz's logic was simple. He took his bestie for a walk in order to get him to move for once, and in return, said bestie got a treat at the end of the trip.

"How far is it?" Orion managed to choke out a question in-between frantic venting. The poor mech hardly reached Jazz's hips. Every step Jazz took was four or five to the smaller bot, a fact that he found eternally amusing during their outings.

"Just a few city districts." Jazz had to fight back a snort as Orion all but deflated, his optics wide in distress.

"A few districts? Jazz, it can take me joors just to get through one!" Orion's exclamation was one that had been repeated many times over their various trips. He never stopped being dramatic, especially when forced to be active for once. It didn't matter that Jazz had been slowly working Orion into taking longer and longer trips. The archivist was agitated regardless.

And it was hilarious.

"Then we better be moving quickly, Rion! Otherwise we'll miss out on the bar!" Orion made a sound that bordered on a wail as he increased his pace in order to match Jazz's casual jog. His shorter companion straddled the line between being categorized as a minicon and a small civilian frame. It showed in his every step, especially with his frantic sprinting.

The only reason Orion wasn't legally registered as a minicon at all was due to the lack of rights for such frame types. It had taken more than a little effort on Orion's part to prove himself worthy of being listed as a normal civilian instead. But secretly, Jazz was pretty sure Orion was some flavor of minicon all the same, if only because he was built like a brick despite being on the taller end for such frame types.

Not that he was going to tell Orion that, of course. Orion was rather touchy when it came to his height, a fact Jazz abused on the regular.

"Come on shortstack!" Jazz laughed as Orion almost tripped over his pedes in an attempt to keep up. The archivist threw a middle digit in his direction, a scowl on his face as his frame steamed.

"I'm going… to shove you… onto a train… track." Orion wheezed out between erratic venting. His optics blazed with anger that Jazz had only ever seen directed at him while on similar trips. He liked seeing Orion all riled up. If he was pissed off when they got to the bar, he'd be far more fun than he would have been otherwise.

Angry Orion made a great drinking buddy, unlike calm Orion, who would chat the audial off the nearest bot, likely to rant about his favorite philosophical topics. Jazz shivered at the memory of Orion's last composed trip to the bar. Jazz had fallen into recharge in his seat watching Orion preach to some poor spark who got wrapped up in conversation with him. Yeah, he'd take his chances with angry Orion any cycle if it meant his bestie would actually be interesting outside of his work.

"You can try, Rion! If you can catch me, that is!" Grinning, Jazz gave Orion only a nano-klik to gather himself before he broke into a proper sprint. As he ran, he laughed and gleefully listened to Orion's screech of outrage.

Sooner or later, Orion would give up and resort to his alt-mode to try and keep up. It would dig at the smaller mech's sense of pride, only serving to make him more upset. This particular trip was long too. Jazz was betting at least twenty shanix on Orion being absolutely livid when they got to the bar.

Primus, he couldn't wait.

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"We have an inspection to perform. Please follow me." Optimus, still reading a datapad, tapped Jazz on the shoulder to stir him from his defrag. He reset his optics to rid himself of any lingering lethargy before standing up with a stretch. His spinal struts popped as he did so, earning a groan of relief as he fell into step with his friend turned Prime.

Gone was the archivist who could barely ride most attractions even if he were to be allowed into Six Lasers. Now there stood a towering giant who dwarfed Jazz and most of everyone else by at least three or four heads. It was a lot to take in.

"Righty Rion! Lead the way!" Before the words even formulated fully, Optimus was already striding forward with newfound grace. Jazz adjusted his visor, processing just how fast Optimus was moving at a casual walk of all things. But he quickly got himself back in order and hurried after his friend and leader.

He had to jog just to keep up, a fact that he noted with a hint of surprise as Optimus didn't bother to slow down as he usually did with others he brought with him for whatever reason. Jazz didn't mind the extra effort it took to keep moving, but he did file the chance in behavior away for later. Was Optimus feeling alright?

Optimus led the way out of the Citadel, guiding Jazz through all sorts of back roads that the Primacy would faint seeing their Prime walk down. The path was meandering and wild, with no coordination that Jazz could pick out. Even more strange than that, Jazz could have sworn Optimus was picking up his pace. He didn't look like he was moving all that quickly. His every stride was graceful, weight perfectly distributed. Compared to him, Jazz was starting to feel a burn in his legs as he forced himself to move faster just to keep up.

"Where are we going? This isn't a path I know." Jazz called out, but he was met with a contemplative hum instead of a real answer. Optimus hadn't even looked up from his datapad, almost as if the path and the brutal pace didn't bother him in the slightest.

"Military installation 43B." Optimus finally spoke up as they rounded a corner. The moment Jazz registered what was being said, he skidded to a halt and stared at Optimus in horror.

"That's on the other side of Iacon!" Optimus, slag him, turned around slowly. As he did, Jazz found his spark sinking as he noted a smug grin on the Prime's face.

"That it is. But I'm sure if we move quickly, we can still arrive in time for the inspection I scheduled." Optimus returned back to his datapad, his pace absolutely picking up as he started into a casual hustle. Jazz scrambled to keep up, having to sprint to make up the difference as Optimus laughed.

"If you can keep up, that is." Oh that slagger.

"Rion!" Jazz lamented his every life decision as Optimus continued on his merry way, settling into a slow run that left Jazz throwing all the power in his frame into running as fast as he possibly could.

Slag it all. The Matrix may have made him bigger, but it hadn't made him any less Orion.

[luxuki-1]

He hasn't had any social interaction in primus know how long- This adhd ridden bastard needs attention

[my2t3rry]

Uno!

Comic put altogether!

Might be a bit blurry aaaahhhhh

[yuukirita]

B-127 is filled with cuteness and blood lust.

He's a cute killing machine! He gets that from his other dad. And Orion Pax is very proud, but also concerned.

Megatron is just proud. Elita too but she'd never admit it.

They are found family I will die on that hill.

[diaryofa-loser]

“You aren’t him anymore”

I’ve been obsessed w this fic I read and had to run to draw the scene, plz go show the author some loveee

[violetaquadelight]

Might be busy for a while so I probably won't be able to finish this sooner than expected, but I will try.

Wonder what Op and D-16 are doing in this scene...🤔

[quibbs126]

Okay but why is it that D-16 gets to have a giant fusion cannon, B-127 gets Energon knife hands, Optimus at least gets an Energon axe and flamethrowers, but Elita doesn't get anything other than like, wheels on her feet? Which aren't really a built-in weapon like the other three, just her vehicle wheels

Kind of unfair honestly

[coffee-and-cake]

How much y’all wanna bet that when Orion became Optimus he has to fight his “little gremlin” side like the green goblin mask.

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Some politician: We need to focus on rebuilding the prime’s tower first-

Optimus: What we NEED to do is work on expanding the city to make room for all the miners-

Another politician: Can’t they just stay down there? It’s not like they’re short of room-

Orion in the back of Primes head: Primus this is boring… hey… that pissy politian is within chair kicking range… kick the chair… kick it! Kick the chair!

———

Optimus *walking around one of the fancier shops that wouldn’t allow miners originally*

Orion: damn there’s a lot of pretty stuff here… hey… the clerk isn’t looking… you should steal something- C’mon! You saw this guy be a glitch to jazz cause he was a miner earlier. Rob him! It’s right there! Take it!

[1244950]

Bayverse! Optimus whenever TFP! Orion Pax yaps about how he should spare TFP! Megatron and the rest of the Decepticons

[ginnyicyidragon]

Transformers ONE [SPOILERS] Does D-16 Got It?

Do you got it, D-16??

Does anyone feels bad for Orion Pax when D-16 acted like that towards his best friend? I mean, I get why D is behaving this way and I don't blame him, but no need to act so cold towards your best friend... I wonder for a second if D-16 felt a bit bad for reacting like that towards Orion, but press it away when anger is filling within his spark?

[lets-try-some-writing]

I am hungry and I require more oplita. Any oplita. Please, i need to feed my kids we need more oplita!!!!!

Coming right up! Your ship material, lovely asker!

Vaguely affiliated with my fic Action! but not canon to it.

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Golden spools of cloth carefully draped over her form, covering and yet accentuating every aspect Orion adored when it came to his Conjunx. The outfit was loosely hung around his beloved's frame, tight around her chassis to show off her waist, but free flowing around her legs to give her total freedom of movement. It was traditional, but Orion couldn't help but think she looked like the Primes of old. Perhaps it was heretical, but he could only compare her to Solus Prime in grandeur.

"They are going to love you, Ariel. You shine most wonderfully." Orion murmured as he began clasping her audial attachments into place. The little tear drop shaped crystals shone in the light, glittering a brilliant blue like the morning sky when Cybertron came near to it's sister star.

"I know they will. You are making me into quite the sight." A smile settled on his beloved's fair features, her antennae perking up at the praise. For all her outward stoicism, his love still adored compliments when they were given genuinely.

"You do not need my assistance to light up the room, oh mighty Elita-One." A teasing smirk played on Orion's lips, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Elita as she turned in her chair, an optical ridge raised in silent amusement.

"You say that as if you are not just as note worthy, my Prime." Orion shrugged in response, waving away the statement with a gentle hum as if he hadn't considered the concept before. Then, with his smile maintained, he gathered up the necklace he'd purchased for Elita deca-cycles before. A gift he hoped she'd appreciate.

Long and nimble digits worked quickly to clasp the bejeweled piece in place around his beloved's neck, resting comfortably just above where he knew her spark chamber to be. It gleamed a soft deep aqua, just like her optics. As cliche as it was, when he saw it, all he could think of was her.

Seeing her expression shift from amusement to awe as she touched his gift tenderly was enough to make Orion's every trial over the past few cycles worth it. Anything to see her happy.

''You did not have to." Elita murmured gently as she ran her digits over the center jewel. Orion simply hummed, leaning down to rest his helm against hers. Not a word was exchanged between them for a blessed moment. Instead, everything was conveyed through a bond forged through struggle and adoration shared in equal measure between them. While their union was not as ancient and hardened as Chromia and Ironhide, Orion liked to think it was just as strong.

"I wanted to. You've brought so much joy into my life, I simply could not help but want to return the favor." Pressing a soft chaste kiss to her audial, Orion watched Elita's expression in the mirror in front of her. Truly, she was crafted as if Primus himself had overseen every plate and seam upon her form.

"Jewels and gifts are not the way to my spark, Orion Pax. I think you of all mecha know that better than most." Elita smiled coyly, her servo reaching up to caress his cheek. It was a familiar gesture, one Orion reacted to by pressing a kiss to her palm. He knew this song and dance.

"Then perhaps I ought to show my affections more openly." Orion met her gaze, and in that moment, all was right with the world. There were no trials that could tear them apart, not when their very sparks cried out in perfect symphony.

For all the problems their world faced, when he was with Elita, none of it mattered. So long as they were together, the universe was theirs to mold as needed.

"I think you should." With her quiet confirmation, Orion gently tilted her chin up with a digit. Then, with a quick press of their helm crests, her brought their derma together, soft and unhurried. There was no rush.

The rest of reality could wait. For the moment, all that mattered was the two of them and their quiet connection.

[xxstarl1ghtxx]

i might write a crossover fic exploring this sometime but if i had a nickel for every time optimus prime had an awful friendship breakup involving one party plummeting to what the other thought was certain doom only to find out the one who fell was actually alive and also had a new name and appearance, i'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

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[transformersbrainrot]

mmmmm... religious trauma Orion Pax/Optimus prime...

[diaryofa-loser]

They are stupid and in love your honor…

Anyways… comms open, send in some asks, I have to procrastinate studying for a midterm tmmr 🗿

[starsha-k-luna]

OK, so ever since I saw Transformers One, I couldn’t help but think of that scene from Netflix She-Ra Series Finale where Adora sees her future and Catra saves Adora life, then tells her she loves her and they kiss at the end.

I was thinking of Optimus Prime being in Adora’s place and Megatron in Catra’s place.

I wanted to draw up a comic, but DRAWING TRANSFORMERS IS SO HARD!!!!!!

So I decided to try and write it up as a mini story instead, being set where OP is sacrificing his life for Cypertron (think of when OP sacrifices himself in TF Prime Season Finale) and Megs being at his side trying to get him to wake up and keep him alive.

Sorry if it’s a bit weird, I’m an Artist not a Writer.

Megatron is holding his foe (former best friend) Optimus Prime in his arms as he slowly slips away after giving his life force to save Cybertron from destruction.

“Hang in there Prime, you’ll bounce back, you always do,”said Megatron with tears starting to form in his eyes.

“It’s ok,” Optimus says in a quite small voice as he closes his eyes.

“Orion!” calls out Megatron, not caring he called Optimus by his former name a name he has not said in such a long time.

* * * * * * *

Optimus wakes up in an unfamiliar place looking in a mirror his reflection, he looks slightly older. Then he hears the door open Bee comes in with Megatron (who looks like his old self when he was D 16) right behind him.

“Let me just clean you up a bit,” said Megatron in a playful voice.

“Nooo,” Bee says as he runs giddily toward Optimus and hides behind him before Megatron can catch him. “You need to save me, Dee’s going to torture me”.

“Stop being dramatic already,” says Megatron with a small smile on his face.

Then Elita One comes into the room.

“Alright everyone, enough playing around,” says Elita. “We have to meet up with the city leaders and we cannot be late.” Then she grabs Bee by the arm and begins to drags him out of the room.

“Ok, bye guys see you later,” says Bee as he and Elita leave the room. Megatron starts to follow before turning back and facing Optimus who has been quite through out the whole ordeal.

“You coming Pax” Megatron says as he holds out his hand for Optimus to hold.

Optimus smiles (especially after hearing his old name) and begins to take Megatron, no Dee’s hand.

Then Dee’s hand glitches, then his whole body before his form glitches into Sentinel Prime’s form.

“What a beautiful wish,” says Sentinel Prime with a sinister grin on his face, “Too bad it will never come true”. Then Sentinel grabs Optimus by the arm and the whole room turns into a Black Void.

* * * * * * *

Now Megatron is Panicking!

He can literally see the life fading away from his former friend’s body.

In a last ditch effort to get through to him, the starts to talk to him.

“ORION PAX!” He calls. “Please don’t give up come back.”

Then he notices Optimus twitch. He heard him! Megatron keeps talking.

* * * * * * *

Meanwhile Optimus is being dragged down further into the Black Void by Sentient Prime as he laughs.

Then he hears a familiar voice.

“ORION PAX!”

He eyes open wide then in an opening he sees Megatron holding out his hand.

“Come on Pax!” Megatron calls out. “You can’t give up, you’ve never given up on anything in your life, not even on me, so don’t you dare start now!”

Despite Sentinel Prime’s grasp, Optimus is able to get his right arm free and try’s to grab Megatron’s hand, but he’s just out of reach.

“I, I can’t” said Optimus.

“No, don’t give up,” said Megatron pleadingly, “I’ve, I’ve got you.”

Optimus starts to look away looking defeated as Sentinel wicked smile grows wider.

Megatron then says with tears flooding his eyes.

“Don’t you get it Pax!” Begging at this point because he was not about to lose him.

“I love you, I always have, so please just this once stay!” Then Megatron grabs Optimus’s hand.

* * * * * * *

Megatron wakes up, wait when did he fall asleep and looks over to see Optimus has also woken up. He looks at him and asks.

“You love me?”

“You’re such an idiot” Megatron responds, then a gentle hand motions his head to look towards Optimus, he has a gentle smile on his face and simply says.

“I love you too Dee,”

Then Megatron pulls Optimus close, then they share a kiss.

The Matrix of Leadership glows brightly and heals Optimus.

That’s The End!

I don’t now how exactly too end it, so I’m just going to leave it there.

Anyway let me know what you all think?

I’d love to hear some feedback and if there’s anyway to improve it?

I’ll see you all next time👋