Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
This was a problem.
Megatron had always imagined someone larger, more intimidating, more Decepticon. A name like Optimus didn’t lend itself well to someone so… So… Autobot. But perhaps, Megatron pensively admitted, this may be caused by his ideals, not the reality.
“This… Complicates things,” Megatron admitted.
“No shit Sherlock,” Optimus bit back, though it lacked a certain spark to it.
Optimus had relented long ago that it was very unlikely he would ever really bond. Perhaps once apon a time, as an idealistic Prime on his was to a council seat there was hope; a hope for a bond bringing peace. But now? A spacebridge technician with little more than a small team at his side. He had long ago squashed any childish dreams of this working. He had moved on already.
So let Megatron’s rejection come. They would clear the air, and go back to fighting. Simple.
…right?
Megatron stared down at the smaller mech and sighed. He was lonely; after the first few million years (and a very ill-advised fling with Starscream that had literally ended explosively), he’d grown resigned to the fact someone had probably killed this “Optimus” early in the war.
No, apparently, quite the opposite.
Primus. He was so tiny. He had a ‘sparkmate’ (like he believed that slag!) (okay, he did, a little, you had to with Strika and Lugnut around) that he could break onehanded.
Who was staring at him with something like resignation.
“You’re a spacebridge technician,” Megatron said, and watched Optimus hunch smaller. “What the frag is someone so…competent doing as a spacebridge technician?”
Optimus reset his optics. Then his audials. Then his optics again.
“… Are you making fun of me?” He asked, half incredulous, half dumbfounded. He narrowed his optics in scrutiny as Megatron formed an answer.
“Of course not!” said the Decepticon warlord, “I haven’t fought an Autobot with your skill and stubbornness since… since Ultra Magnus himself would grace the field! All you’re missing is that damned hammer…”
Something glazed over Optimus’ optics at the mention of his leader.
“Don’t get any ideas,” said Megatron, falsely assuming his mood shift was related to the weapon, “You’re enough trouble as it is–”
“–Ultra Magnus delivered my assignment, crew, and ship to me personally.” said the Autobot.
Silence fell over them, and Megatron took the opportunity to look the mech over once more, analyzing. He knows he’s not wrong in his assumptions– he knows firsthand of Optimus prowess on the battlefield– but where is that warrior’s spirit? There should be pride in rising above the set expectations of others. Does he not realize that such praise from a warbuild is extremely rare?
And still the question remained as to why he was here, of all places. Why was Optimus assigned to be a space bridge technician, normally so far away from the action, when he was obviously one of the Autobot’s most promising troops?
Unless…
“You don’t suppose… Ultra Magnus knew…?” asked Megatron, low and soft.
Optimus’ helm whipped up, optics wide.
“Because, if he had known, perhaps… his intention was to never let us meet?” A clawed servo moved slowly, aiming to brush against blue and white faceplates using only the barest of touches, as if the small mech would turn to dust before his optics…
But Optimus jerked his helm back instead.
“No! That’s… that’s not possible. I was so careful…” said the Prime, optics darting every which-way, trying to recount every detail, every memory of his time at base, ignoring the warbuild in front of him. Megatron dropped his servo.
“Hm. Well, if you say so.”
“I know so. Besides, he probably would have smelted me if he knew, regardless of my rank at the Academy–”
“Aha!” Megatron doubled back on him with a grin, “So you do rank highly among your peers!!”
“That’s not– no! I mean, I… I’m just a space bridge technician!”
Megatron sat– actually sat– down, lounging in front of him, languid and controlled, like a predator resting before a new hunt.
“Oh ho ho~” he laughed warmly, a deep rumbling sound that nearly made Optimus gulp, “Somehow, I doubt that… Optimus Prime~.”
Sometimes I just remember knock out canonically owns a pet crab that he seemingly treats and pets like a good dog
Breakdown had a tiny cyclops rhino that is never mentioned recieving affection and I don’t believe that for a second
Listen, I’m not making this up. In the Japanese version their weapons are all animal formers called arms micron. They had like a minute long extra show after the regular show. They’re all on YouTube and they’re…not great.
This is knock outs crab Gra.
In the kreo comic he pets him like a good dog
And this is breakdowns rhino Zamu
Giving personalities to the weapons was cute. Zamu’s last scene where he n Breakdown have to leave n Gra crying in protest was so touching. Zamu confidently reassures Gra not to worry, promising they’d be back in time for dinner. These are great, funky little 3d pets that like boasting about their owners n just want all the petting :‘‘^)
Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
This was a problem.
Megatron had always imagined someone larger, more intimidating, more Decepticon. A name like Optimus didn’t lend itself well to someone so… So… Autobot. But perhaps, Megatron pensively admitted, this may be caused by his ideals, not the reality.
“This… Complicates things,” Megatron admitted.
“No shit Sherlock,” Optimus bit back, though it lacked a certain spark to it.
Optimus had relented long ago that it was very unlikely he would ever really bond. Perhaps once apon a time, as an idealistic Prime on his was to a council seat there was hope; a hope for a bond bringing peace. But now? A spacebridge technician with little more than a small team at his side. He had long ago squashed any childish dreams of this working. He had moved on already.
So let Megatron’s rejection come. They would clear the air, and go back to fighting. Simple.
…right?
Megatron stared down at the smaller mech and sighed. He was lonely; after the first few million years (and a very ill-advised fling with Starscream that had literally ended explosively), he’d grown resigned to the fact someone had probably killed this “Optimus” early in the war.
No, apparently, quite the opposite.
Primus. He was so tiny. He had a ‘sparkmate’ (like he believed that slag!) (okay, he did, a little, you had to with Strika and Lugnut around) that he could break onehanded.
Who was staring at him with something like resignation.
“You’re a spacebridge technician,” Megatron said, and watched Optimus hunch smaller. “What the frag is someone so…competent doing as a spacebridge technician?”
Lmfaoooo, I just imagined?? A silly TFA soul mate-wrist thing?
I know this AU has been done a million times but like?? Imagine Optimus hiding his from his peers and no one knows why? They’re like… oh, maybe he’s embarrassed…
But the truth is that he thinks he’ll be tried for treason before he even graduates the Academy because it is there he learns that damn name on his wrist is ALSO the name of the warlord responsible for this war he was born into????
Just imagine an instructor being like “A name you should all do well to remember… and that name is… Megatron.” And Optimus goes “EEP.”
“Something wrong, Optimus?”
“NO, NOTHING, UHHH HE’S JUST SO SCARY, IS ALL…”
Umm??? Can I add to this???
Assuming the events of TFA still happen maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let Megatron know his name on earth.
Like in the og Megatron calls Optimus ‘Prime’ all of the time because he don’t give a fuck but here maybe Optimus purposely doesn’t let anyone say his name.
Like it’s the middle of a typical battle and Prowl is like
“Opti-!”
And Optimus is constantly interjecting with, “YES PROWL I, THE PRIME AM PAYING ATTENTION”
And everyone involved even the Decepticons are just like, “The fuck is wrong with this guy”
I’m cackling. One day, Megs and pals knock Optimus out and start grabbing him to take him as a hostage or something, and Bumblebee runs up like, “Hey! You let Optimus go!!!”
And Megs goes bolt-stiff.
“…O….. Optimus???? That can’t be–” and he quickly flips the poor guy around, frantically searching for the wrist with his own damn name on it, and finally, “Oh… slag.”
“Change of plans, Blitzwing. You all hold them off while I… uh, secure the prisoner. Do not return to base until I say so.”
“You have our word, Lord Megatron.” *clik wrr* “And MY AXE!” *swings Optimus’ confiscated battle axe*
(I’m gonna start this with a… Should we colab on this… Or….?)
I want a scene where Megatron is kinda really concerned about it.
Like yes he has a responsibility to the Decepticons and yes he’s gotta take back Cybertron but right now? He’s gotta figure out a way to fix this mess.
Do you know how many times he’s tried to kill or had threatened to kill the Prime? So he’s absolutely panicked about what Optimus is gonna do when he wakes up and oh God didn’t Starscream actually Kill Optimus once? This is such a mess oh God-
“Are you gonna just stare at me all day? Or ee we gonna get down to the torture?”
AND WHEN DID OPTIMUS WAKE UP!?
Never could Optimus have imagined a warlord’s plating was capable of jolting as dramatically as that– but it definitely did– and now here he was, trying not to let it occupy his thoughts more than his escape protocols. How long will it be until he can loosen these cables…? Damn…
Megatron quickly gained composure and tried to take control of the situation, “I should be the one asking questions here….. Prime.”
Oh hell, he hesitated.
And the little Autobot noticed, if the subtle squirming stopping was of any indication.
Slag it all.
“As it stands, I only have one for now: what is your name?”
(I hope it’s ok if I cut in briefly?)
Optimus told him.
And then took entirely too much pleasure in watching the fearsome Lord of the Decepticons raise both servos to his helm in a gesture most certainly learned from a human (after all, Cybertronians had no hair TO tear), glare at him with utter frustration, groan, and then lower his servos.
“Of all the slagprocessored…” Megatron looked at his wrist, then at Optimus, then back again, and Optimus had to admit, it was nice to see that Megatron was handling this worse than he had.
“Yeah,” he said, because there were times and places for discretion and this wasn’t one, “now imagine having to hide it from the Elite Guard all your function.”
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