(*peeks under pile of trash* You’re fine! Come on out of there and have a fic. :))
Megatron’s General towered over him almost as much as he himself did over Optimus, and yet the warlord never looked the slightest bit intimidated, lounging in Strika’s lap as if it were a throne, his wicked grin discreetly half-hidden by the glass of vintage highgrade he was sipping. Optimus watched them from where he knelt on the floor, his head pillowed lazily against Strika’s thigh and Megatron’s fingers caressing his helm almost lovingly.
“My loyal soldier,” Megatron purred, setting Strika’s engines rumbling, “and my clever little Autobot pet.”
“I have a name,” Optimus protested, then broke off, flushing hot; Megatron’s dark, gravelly voice had made his fans kick on audibly, causing the Decepticon leader’s smile to widen even further.
“Of course you do,” he murmured as he curled a finger and tilted the Autobot’s chin up, running his thumb over those plush lips, “Optimus Prime.”
I did not know I needed this in my life and then it existed and filled a void.
When Megatron first said, “I don’t fear you,” he meant it as defiance, and he was unprepared for the sheer delight, the sheer longing, that emanated from the being in front of him, ploughing into Megatron’s EM field like a physical wave.
“What do they call you?” he murmurs now, much later, his claw-tips gently stroking a tendril of dark matter that is there and not there; the being doesn’t speak, but an idea presents itself in the forefront of his mind: I Am First And Best, and Megatron would scoff, were it not for the sadness that accompanies the words, as if they are a burden rather than an honour.
“I will call you something new, more befitting a protector rather than an emperor,” Megatron muses, then offers, “What about Hunter of Peace – Orion Pax, in the old tongue?” and the dark void, so black it gleams with a kind of reverse light, settles happily against his frame, and tangles its essence around him.
It’s a bit late but I hope you had an excellent day, and I wish you the best (and lots of food!!!). You’re amazing, I’m thankful for knowing you ;v; ❤
[And of course this is also inspired by “Battlesleep” because I love it and omg!!! It’s here! https://goo.gl/hJkQNU I love how Megatron is portrayed and I may be wrong but he’s the one falling HARD for OP. Really HARD.]
So *ahem* Optimus started reading Lord of the Rings, and found out some particularly troubling events in the book. Megatron has no patience and just wants to watch the film.
Megatron bared her teeth as she viciously body-checked the Autobot jammer, Arcee, and sent the smaller woman sprawling; the Decepticon captain’s ferocious expression shifted to one of pleasure, though, when she glanced up and saw her own team’s jammer, Starscream, skate past so quickly she was almost flying. Starscream’s glittery, crimson-tipped fingers latched onto Soundwave’s outstretched arm as she approached her teammate, and Soundwave whipped her arm forward, launching Starscream like a stone from a slingshot; Starscream soared on the momentum, laughing as she flew –
– smack into the red-clad chest of Optimus Prime.
“One shall stand, and one shall fall!” Optimus crowed as Starscream reeled back, and Megatron snarled at her opponent’s arrogance… and tried hard to ignore the way Optimus’s blue eyes flashed and her powerful body unfurled as she threw her arms in the air, to the cheers of the Autobot team.
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