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More than Affection

Death had a single mission in the living realm: to find a Champion worthy of bearing the Matrix of Leadership so that they may restore the proper balance of their world. He did not understand mortals, nor their emotions, despite how much he cared for them, and so was left awed and confused when his spark began to react unusually to the one he had chosen as his champion.

Based off my friend @lets-try-some-writing's fantastic AU: Death's Embrace: Part 1 and Part 2. Please read these first as they give so much context to what is going on in this AU.

Orion Pax, the Thirteenth Prime, the walker of the void between the living and the dead, the ferry of sparks to their Father's loving embrace, the manifestation of all that death was, was a wise mech in many ways, but there were so many things about the children of Primus he had yet to understand. Just when he thought he had it all figured out, that he understood the living children as well as he needed to; his chosen champion of change flipped his understanding entirely on its helm. He had missed the exact moment that Megatronus of Kaon ceased to find him unnerving, but he had not missed when his champion's affections turned to something… foreign and unidentifiable.

This new feeling that radiated from Megatronus’ very spark whenever he was near came upon him without warning one evening when he had come to the Champion with notice of an imminent raid. He had, in his usual fashion, emerged from the void in the shadows behind the champion, who had been hunched over his desk, composing what Orion assumed was his next speech. Orion had thought nothing of it when he leaned over with his palm braced upon Megatronus’s shoulder and whispered in his audial, “Prepare yourself, my Champion. The enemies of our order have come to destroy us. Their wrath knows no bounds, and carried by command, they shall have no mercy. Flee while you can champion, take your followers, for they are coming."

Megatronus had not reacted the way he had expected him to at the news. His chosen Champion was prone to act with haste and righteous fury, yet the emotions that came from his spark were unknown to the walker of the voids. Affection, he understood, and there was a strong undercurrent of that familiar emotion underneath this strange feeling that Megatronus was refusing to allow through his EMs. Another oddity, Megatronus was not one to shield others from the truths of his emotions unless it somehow benefited him to do so, and Orion could think of no benefit to obscuring any form of affection for one’s companions.

Megatronus had then asked him a question he had never asked before; “When will I see you again?”

Megatronus had acted so entirely out of character throughout the encounter that Orion almost feared something catastrophic had already happened. There had been a strange melancholy tinting that question that he could not quite interpret, but knew that it was directed towards himself. It made no sense to him why, when Megatronus’ main concern should have been to alert Soundwave of this new information and flee.

His chosen champion’s odd behaviors around him only seemed to increase from that point forward. Those who had taken heed of his warning and fled alongside the Champion had sought refuge deep in the abandoned mines of Kaon, where no light from the nearest star could reach. He had paused after he had stepped from the void. Lingering in the shadows, he observed the forlorn look upon Megatronus’ face and a strange, twisting unease in his spark that he covered with a veil of false confidence.

Glancing around all the bots collected in this shaft, Orion could not understand why. Everyone of note had been present, and even many of those Orion had yet to acquaint himself with were there. Soundwave had been at ease with the situation, and none of the others appeared to be nearly as concerned as their leader. It was… odd…

What was even odder was how Megatronus had responded to him when he finally stepped out of the shadows to stand at his side. Instead of his usual greeting, Megatronus had taken him by the wrists and examined his frame as if he were expecting him to be damaged, and only after he was satisfied that Orion was perfectly intact did that strange unease in him die down, to be replaced by such a strong wave of relief that it had stunned the walker of the void.

His chosen champion had never examined him in such a manner before, nor had he ever embraced him in the manner he had afterwards. He had been pulled flush against the champion and held tightly against his warm chassis. Megatronus had held him there until his relief shifted into that same, mysterious emotion from before, only this time, a bit more open in its presentation. Megatronus did not seek to hide nearly as much of this strange… ‘more-than-affection’ feeling from him as he had their previous encounter.

Orion did not understand any of it, but the warmth he experienced while being embraced lingered far longer than he had expected it to, and he found himself often recalling how pleasant it had felt to be enveloped in his Champion’s arms. However, Megatronus did not embrace him upon his next visit, and Orion had been disappointed in that fact, though he did not recognize his disappointment until he had returned to the void, feeling colder than normal.

The odd behaviors and feelings continued. It became quite common for the Champion of Kaon to rest his servo upon Orion’s shoulder; a gesture that Orion reciprocated eagerly, often accompanied by a gentle smile or curious tilt of his helm. Though foreign to him, the progression of his champion’s strange, shifting affections felt natural and satisfying in a way he could not describe.

It did not feel especially strange when Megatronus took his servo for the first time, one evening, as they sat together in the dark, speaking of nothing of consequence; though it was strange to him why Megatronus had been so nervous before he had done so. But his champion had eased as soon as Orion had shifted his digits, to allow them to intertwine with those of his champion. Megatronus had held his servo until Orion had felt drawn to return to the void, where he swore the warmth of Megatronus’ touch had lingered even as he ushered the latest wave of Primus’ children back to his loving embrace.

For reasons he did not entirely understand, he had found himself visiting his champion more frequently, and staying late into the recharge cycle. Some cycles, they discussed their revolution and their various plans regarding their upcoming moves. Such conversations were not especially noteworthy.

But there was one night that Orion still could not shake out of his helm; where Megatronus had looked directly into his optics and recited a piece of poetry about a captivating Archivist from Iacon, who’s optics were so enchanting that he wished he could peer into them forever and who’s derma he’s dreamed of feeling against his own. It was the most emotionally raw and vulnerable he had ever seen the champion, or anyone for that matter, at least in person, and it had left him forgetting to vent entirely until Megatronus had finished the piece. By the time he had remembered he needed to vent to appear living, something strange was churning in his own spark, bubbling up along with his already present affections in a confusing jumble of feelings he did not comprehend. He had been rendered speechless by the poem, and had resorted to reaching out to take Megatronus’ servo into his own and squeezing it tightly to show his approval.

It was not long after that, that Megatronus had begun to sense his presence, even before he materialized from the void. He was uncertain by which mechanism Megatronus employed to detect him, but it became noteworthy when he arrived one evening to find the champion and his most trusted mechs seated around a table, upon which was a map, discussing their upcoming plans. Orion heard the voice of his champion even before he had begun to materialize his frame in the shadows.

“You need to move.” Megatronus had interrupted whoever was speaking with a firm order, and the room had gone eerily silent at the sudden shift in tone.

“What? Why?” The confusion had been as evident in the mech’s voice as his disappointment had been. Clearly he had been excited to have a seat beside the Champion of Kaon.

“That seat is taken. Get up, or I’ll make you get up.” It had been that moment that Orion had stepped out of the shadows and every set of optics in the room rested upon him. He had regarded them all curiously, unsure of what exactly it was he had been sensing from them as he had silently made his way to Megatronus’ side. It had been then that Megatronus had shoved the mech beside him forcefully from his seat and offered it to Orion.

When he took the mech’s place at Megatronus’ right, his Champion saw fit to lace together their digits, and place their joined servos on the table for all to see. Orion saw no reason to withdraw, and so had simply enjoyed the warmth seeping in from his champion’s palm and the strange sensations that very warmth sent to his spark. It mattered little to him that so many stared at them in silent recognition of some unspoken declaration that only Orion seemed unaware of. Megatronus had flawlessly picked up the conversation where he had interrupted it as the mech he had removed from his side took a seat at the opposite end of the table.

Truthfully, Orion could not recall any of the specific details of that particular meeting. He had been too focused on trying to interpret the jumbled emotions welling up in his spark, that same “more-than-affection” that he sensed from his champion, though he still could not decipher the meaning of it. He knew that he found the sensations agreeable, pleasurable, even, and he knew that he wished to seek out more of this strange feeling that he could not call by name that only Megatronus seemed capable of making him feel.

When Megatronus first placed his servo upon his waist, the warmth that radiated from his touch had seeped so deeply into him that his very spark could feel its comfort; and when his champion tugged him gently against his side, Orion eagerly leaned into the warmth that spilled into him at each point their frames touched.

None of it made sense to him; the feelings, the newfound desire for warmth, the strange behaviors that had now become anticipated and comforting... He enjoyed when Megatronus touched him, though he did not know why it felt so different from the touch of any other mech. He found himself, somewhere along the way, almost craving the warmth that Megatronus provided him with his touches, and actively began seeking it out, sometimes even finding himself tucked against the champion’s side before being prompted.

Megatronus stopped attempting to hide this strange feeling with his EMs entirely after Orion had materialized at the foot of his berth late one recharge cycle after leading home the latest batch of sparks, waking the champion with just a single request on his glossa. “I wish to bask in the warmth of my champion’s embrace.”

Megatronus wordlessly invited him into his berth by lifting his arm and once Orion had climbed in beside him, he was pulled snugly to the champion's chassis, held firm, back struts flush against the champion's frame where the most wonderful warmth emanating from Megatronus seeped into him, soothing in him discomforts he had not even been aware he had felt at all. Megatronus’ mighty arm held him firmly in place, and similarly, Orion’s grip on his champion's servo, where he had intertwined their digits, only further served to anchor the two of them together.

Orion spent many recharge cycles lying in the champion’s berth, secure in a warm embrace. It gave him joors upon joors to think and attempt to dissect the strange ways that Megatronus had affected him since he had detected that shift in the champion’s emotions. Never before had he been content to simply lie in place when there were so many things he should be observing and tending to with his free time. But this new emotion in his spark grew heavy and manifested as a persistent desire that gnawed at him to return to the comfort of his champion’s side the longer he stayed away, and he had found that these periods of rest somehow eased that strange… almost pain he came to expect from separation.

And when they were together… It mattered not whether they were lying in berth or standing side by side, Orion found his artificial venting matching that of his champion’s vent for vent, and it was becoming more and more common for the entire universe to melt away in his awareness when the champion addressed him, and when Megatronus drew him close and looked into his optics his spark would pulse so strongly that he feared it would break free of the frame he had constructed around himself. He would have been frightened by the intensity of the feeling had he not been aware that his champion felt exactly the same way, and was not concerned.

For all the eons that he had walked the void, he had never felt anything remotely close to this. It was unfathomable to him. He could pick out individual aspects of this larger emotion; such as affection, anticipation, fondness, security and excitement; however these were only small facets of the massive new emotion that had taken root in his spark. When he tried to analyze them all together it simply became a too large and confusing to comprehend, especially if he attempted to factor in how not just his own behaviors had been altered so drastically due to this emotion, but his champion’s as well

He understood that Megatronus had become important to him, more so than any other who walked the living realm, but it had nothing to do with the quest he had sent his champion on and everything to do with how the champion made him feel. Like he was… wanted; like his presence was enjoyed. Something he had never cared about before.

His last encounter with Megatronus had resulted in the most tempestuous reaction in his spark yet. The bulk of the visit was relatively unnoteworthy. Mechs were packing up their camp in the mine shaft to relocate to a safe house in Tarn. Once again, Megatronus covered his anxieties with false confidence as he directed his flock and collected his own belongings. Orion assisted him in packing and when he had felt the call to return to the void, Megatronus stopped him from stepping into the shadows with a quick, desperate grasp to his wrist.

Megatronus pulled Orion gently back towards him and drew him into a tender embrace. Orion leaned into the warmth provided by his champion, his optics shuddering offline almost on instinct as he rested helm upon his shoulder, his face nuzzled into the crook of Megatronus’ neck, content to feel his claws drawing soothing circles on the plating of his lower back. He could spare a few more kliks….

He was just about to regretfully pull away from the embrace when he felt Megatronus lightly touch the side of his digit to his chin, in a gentle, unspoken, request. He allowed Megatronus to guide his helm, and when their optics met, Orion’s spark twisted in a strange anticipation at the look he was receiving. His champion looked… nervous, unsure, like he wanted to say something, but underneath it, he felt a strange yearning emanating from the him that Orion couldn’t interpret. Megatronus’ shifted his touch, from Orion’s chin to cup the side of his helm and Orion instinctively nuzzled into the warmth of his champion’s palm and let his optics fall closed as that confusing, yet pleasant jumble of emotions swirled around in his spark.

And then, without warning, time entirely stopped as he felt Megatronus’ hesitantly press together their derma. He froze stiff as that feeling in his spark suddenly detonated with what felt like the power of a super nova. It surged through him like lightning, and each gentle movement of his champion’s warm derma against his own only sent more fuel to power the fire burning in his spark. It was nearly overwhelming. He didn’t know what to do, how to respond, or what he was feeling. The only thing even remotely comparable had been the overwhelming understanding that had struck him when his purpose had become known to him. Only this… this was new, it was wonderful; exciting! He’d never felt so…. Alive. He wished it would never end.

Megatronus pulled away suddenly his field felt off, and instantly Orion felt nearly frantic as awareness snapped back into place abruptly. His servos shot up with urgency and caught the champion by his helm to keep him from retreating any further. It was too soon. He wasn’t ready for it to be over, and Megatronus was upset by something he must have done incorrectly. When Megatronus’ confusion seeped into his field atop the dejection he was trying to cover up, Orion gently guided his champion back to him, where he clumsily pressed their derma together once more.

As if he had flipped a switch, his champion surged with confidence as he crushed Orion tightly to his frame, and Orion’s spark soared. The first kiss had been a gentle, almost innocent brushing of derma, but the second… Megatronus kissed him as if he were starving; hot and passionate, with dentae and glossa. Orion did his best to keep up, tried to mimic and match Megatronus’ technique but he could barely focus over the way his champion had him entirely enveloped in his field, drowning him in the intensity of their combined sentiments. Megatronus seemed to care little that Orion was inexperienced and clumsy, merely chuckling when Orion accidentally clanged their dentae together. He simply had taken charge and kissed Orion until his processors were nearly scrambled with how fiercely it had his spark pulsing with that emotion he could not name.

When Megatronus pulled away the second time, he was venting heavily, as if he had just come from battle. He pressed the crests of their helms together gently and this time, Orion was at peace with their separation, his spark thrumming with contentment at their closeness.

“Orion… I-” But the champion cut himself off, though Orion did not know why. It caused him to tilt his helm, in curiosity, as he could tell that whatever Megatronus had wanted to say was of great importance to him. But he had simply smiled, in a melancholy sort of way as he loosened his grip, allowing Orion the space to pull away from him, if he chose to do so. and asked, in a forlorn tone, “When will I see you again?”

Orion finally understood that Megatronus must have suffered that same… almost painful sensation that he did when they were separated; the one that gnawed at him with memories of warmth and touch and that… feeling in his spark that made him ache to return to his side. He let one of his servos fall from his champion’s helm, to lace together their digits, in the manner he had grown to find comforting. “I shall return to your side once I have restored those lost and wandering to their eternal sanctum of rest.”

Megatronus’ seemed to find reassurance in his answer, and he smiled, the lazy one that Orion usually only saw when they were lying in berth, and Megatronus just a groon or so from falling into recharge. “How is it that you always know where to find me, my archivist?”

Orion had smiled at the question and tightened his grip on the champion’s servo as he spoke his response; “The void is but a veil upon which you are always visible to me, my Champion. There is nowhere in the vastness of all that exists you could hide where I could not find you.”

Orion left soon after, with another gentle kiss from his champion graced upon his derma just before the void and strengthened its call to him. Though he noted with some concern that he… did not want to. He wanted to stay with Megatronus, to convince the champion to put off his relocation efforts for just one more cycle, so that they could hold each other in berth and kiss until Megatronus was forced into recharge.

The void felt colder than it had during his last retreat, though he knew that that was an impossibility. Something had changed in him to make it feel this way. He did not know if it was something he should be concerned with or not. At its worst, it seemed a mild side effect of… what that kiss had done to him.

Orion knew, theoretically, what a kiss was, but he did not fully understand what they meant. He knew it was something mortals engaged in with those they felt a great deal of affection for, but he did not understand exactly what had changed between Megatronus and himself to suddenly warrant such an act. They had been feeling these emotions for nearly a vorn now. Something had to have changed. Right?

Somewhere along the way, a great many things had changed, including himself. He was feeling things he knew he was not programmed to feel, even if he could not name those feelings. He knew that now, suddenly, a living being was more important to him than the rest, though he still did not know why. And suddenly he found himself understanding those sparks that lingered near to those they were close to in life, for when he now came to the void, he longed for the warmth of the one he had left behind as well.

He found that this newfound understanding helped him to ease some of the Precious sparks back to Primus’ embrace with greater ease, though he was not certain what exactly he was doing differently. He sometimes wished he could seek their wisdom as he guided them along the path home, for he knew what he felt was experienced by the living, and perhaps they would be able to at lease identify for him what he was experiencing. But such a thing was not possible. The living, once passed into the void, could not speak.

He was left with more questions than answers by the time he sensed none left who needed to be guided, and he felt so much colder than he remembered being. The warmth he had soaked up from Megatronus was just a memory, and he felt that strange almost pain biting at him to return to the champion, as he had said he would, once his duties were seen to. But these questions needed to be answered. He needed to know what was happening to him, what strange, mortal influence had taken refuge in his spark.

He could not ask his brother. Alpha Trion was unlikely to understand and certain to pass judgements upon him for engaging so deeply with Primus’ children. It felt… wrong to ask Megatronus directly, even though logically he knew Megatronus would likely have the answer. He did not even know where to begin to search the archives for the information he sought.

There was one mech, however, that had made it a point to teach Orion more and more about how to appear… ‘normal’ and alive. The first mortal that had paid him any attention at all. He would go to Ratchet for the answers he sought. If anyone would be able to explain to him what this feeling was, it would be him.

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Angry Prime Noises

They are not the perfect duo because they are a divorced couple who still have feelings.

Translation:

SG!Optimus Prime: We are not the perfect duo because this dude is still in love with me

SG! Megatron: We were already over that issue-

SG! Optimus Prime: OH SHUT UP

SG! Megatron: WE WERE ALREADY OVER THAT ISSUE, WE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT IT-

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SG! Megatron: We are not the perfect duo because this mech is a alcoholic

SG! Optimus Prime: OH, NOW YOU'RE WITH THAT -

SG! Megatron: A F*CKING ADDICT IS WHAT YOU ARE!

SG! Optimus: YES I AM AN ADDICT AND WHAT, WHY DO YOU CARE-

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SG! Optimus Prime: We are not the perfect duo because THIS F*CKER HAS A HORRIBLE ATTITUDE THAT'S WHY NOBODY LOVES YOU

SG! Megatron: YOU HAVE THAT ATTITUDE, I HATE YOU-

*ANGRY PRIME(S) NOISES*

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SG! Megatron: We are not the perfect duo because this one came out like a cat-

SG! Optimus Prime: WHAT- OF ALL THE THINGS YOU COULD HAVE SAID, DID YOU SAY THAT STUPID THING?-

#My art #fanart #angry prime noises #i had to #optimus prime #shattered glass #transformers

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The Consort and the Warlord Final Chapter

Summary: Megatron uses the All Spark to gain access to Cybertron and demands a peace treaty. An Autobot Consort is offered and Optimus is chosen. A Bonding Ceremony takes place and now Optimus has three vorn to figure out exactly what Megatron wants to do with Cybertron.

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Complete

Cybertron was in a panic.

Ultra Magnus had declared war on the Decepticons after releasing news of his attack at Megatron’s servos. It had been broadcasted live across all of Cybertron, including Kaon where work had come to a standstill due to rhe declaration. Whispers and anxious fields filled the streets of the old city as warframes and civillians alike feared the start of another war.

Things had been peaceful ever since Megatron had returned. Trade routes had been established to more impoverished areas, businesses were finally settling in and merchants were starting to go off world to colonies that desperately needed help. And this had all been done thanks to the Decepticons providing resources and mech power and information that Autobots did not possess. If they started to fight again, all of it would go away– their hard work would vanish in a solar cycle.

The civilians didn't want that! They didn't want their recovering economy and new businesses to collapse. Even if the declaration was from the Magnus himself, they wouldn't sit quietly and let it happen. Sure it had been less than a stellar cycle since the Decepticons returned, but a lot of them had gotten used to the larger neighbors. So instead of being on board like the Council expected, the Autobots were confused or outright rejected the call for war.

Also, who and where would they be fighting? Surely not in Iacon where the Council resided. Would they force recruitment like they'd done at the beginning of the war? Draft any Autobot who could move and send them put to fight for them while they stayed back and watched? While the older generation might be able to accept that, since that was how it had been, the majority of the younger generation refused to. They didn't want to fight a war they never consented to!

And no one really knew anything about this attack on Ultra Magnus.

He appeared fine when he made a public appearance. Most who saw him said he was enraged and looked like he needed some rest but that was it. No dents or welds he'd surely have if attacked by Megatron of all mechs.

There were also rumors going around that Optimus Prime randomly appeared at the Elite Guard building, acting as Ultra Magnus' secretary bot and following him around. But they made no sense since Optimus was Bonded to Megatron and in Kaon. Why would such rumors be spreading throughout lower Iacon right before this declaration of war?

But no matter how much the civilians asked, the Council refused to answer. The moment the public refused to go with their declaration was the moment they became backed into a corner. Because after millions of stellar cycles of having the Autobots hang on every glyph they said and follow every choice they made, they weren't ready for a rebellion by them. And the Council room was in a panic because of it.

"At this rate, we may have a riot at our doors."

"How could they go against us who have protected them since ancient times?"

"We underestimated Megatron’s influence on our younger generation. We should have never have let that silver glossa of his back onto Cybertron!"

"We should've smelted him down in the mines when we had the chance!"

"A fun thought but does anybot have any ideas on how to fix our current situation?"

"I think we should question which bot is at fault for our current situation."

All optics turned to Ultra Magnus who kept his optics low. He was focused on a video feed of outside Fortress Maximus, showing the crowds of civilians demanding to hear from the Council. Not a single warframe stood amongst them, not a single purple Decepticon mark. Each protestor was an Autobot and as the camera zoomed out to show the sheer size of the crows, Ultra Magnus' anger began to be replaced with dread.

Because despite all of the noise of the Council and the demands of the civiliians, Kaon had been quiet. No message or messenger had come from the city, no sense of panic had arisen. It was almost as if the city hadn't heard their declaration and was going about the cycle like it was any other. He knew it was impossible, but Ultra Magnus could not imagine any other reason for why Megatron had refused to respond.

"Can't we just, destroy all of Kaon in one attack like we did in the war?"

"That required extensive planning and preparation from our front. We don't even have the Sentinels!"

"We also don't have the time! Think for a moment!"

"What if we caused damage from the inside?"

"How would we manage that?"

"Kaon has coils from before the war, we could simply overpower their grid and cause them burn out. They would explode and cause fires throughout the city."

"I doubt that would be effective."

"Then you think of something!"

"Why hasn't Megatron contacted us? Wouldn't he of all mechs have something to say about this?"

"Why don't you give him a call if you want to know so badly?"

"Do it yourself! I refuse to sink so low as to call him first."

The chatter continued. Ego against ego as the Council bickered over what to do without truly solving anything. How could these bots have held Cybertron together for so long? Ultra Magnus was starting to realize just how hopeless the situation was before him. He was trapped in a room with bots who would rather make excuses or find an easy way out then admit they made a mistake.

He'd made a mistake.

Ultra Magnus had made many mistakes; ever since Megatron returned and Optimus had been offered to him. Now he faced the reality of his choices and all he could see was that he'd been a fool. A glitched and desperate fool who clung to a mech who was never his. And he'd tried to drag the entire Autobot population into his blind desire for revenge.

But this wasn't something one could simply apologize for and walk away. No, he wouldn't be escaping punishment for the mess he'd caused and that reality caused him to lose all desire to fight.

He was tired.

But he needed to settle the Council and clean up the confusion brought on by their declaration of war. He had to come up with a way to get them to agree to a public apology but that was like herding scraplets, impossible on the best of cycles. However, Ultra Magnus soon found that this task was taken from him when a messenger finally did come.

A messenger from the Temple of Primus.

They were declaring a Desine et Desine. An ancient law that allowed a third party to take the entire council and the Magnus to trial. A law that the current Council and Magnus all agreed to uphold when they swore into their positions. A law that Megatron had invoked after learning of Fortress Maximus from Optimus.

It had taken some time to get all of the documents and data together. No bot had declared Desine et Desine since the creation of the law due to it requiring a majority of the civilians to be against the Council. This was the main reason Megatron had been rejected from invoking the law before the war, because back then the warframes were a minority. But now only a small portion of bots sided with the Council and Magnus. Even Megatron had felt relief when he'd received the acceptance message from the Temple.

Now he could sit back and watch the Council and Ultra Magnus fall to the law that they had written themselves. He could watch them crumble without lifting a digit. He'd proven that he could take them down without resorting to violence or intimidation and he knew that that would eat away at them more than anything else.

Megatron turned towards the berth where Optimus was resting, optics off as his frame healed. It would still take several more solar cycles before Optimus could undergo the reversal for his Shadow Play. His fuel pump was healing nicely but his stress and anxiety had left him exhausted in more ways than one. Ratchet had given Optimus strict berth rest and even had a stasis probe on servo in case he tried to get up. Optimus never did, finding he had no energy to do so.

Megatron still visited his consort each cycle, opting to do his work beside him instead of in his office. Even as he watched the live feed of Iacon and spoke with the High Priest he kept a servo on Optimus'. Even in his current state, Optimus held it back, silently thanking Megatron for remaining by his side. When he was finally awake enough to speak, Megatron gave Optimus a quick run down of what was happening.

"The Council and Ultra Magnus are on probation and are all currently staying in their respective habsuites. They will each go through trials individually and then as a whole to decide their fates." Megatron explained. "Ultra Magnus gave up willingly but I've heard that some of the Council members have already attempted to flee Cybertron."

"How were they stopped?" Optimus asked.

"The Temple has their own army. They call themselves Knights and they are quite formidable opponents. The Knights are the true reason the Council could never touch the Temple." Megatron explained.

"What will happen with the trials?" Optimus asked.

"We are collaborating with the Temple and members of the Elite Guard who were not blinded by the Council to find the illegal activities that they partook in." Megatron said. "Shockwave used to work in the intelligence division as my spy and will be working with them again in order to find everything. We will not be able to prosecute them for their crimes against warframes in the past, but we can prosecute them for their crimes against the lower castes."

"And Ultra Magnus?" Optimus was hesitant to ask but he felt he had to know.

"He has been stripped of his title and face trial like the others. Though his actions against you will be a part of it, you don't have to go to the trial yourself. A member of the Temple can take your statement and with witness testimony and Trepan's medical logs found, we can verify your Shadow Play and the contents of it." Megatron said.

"You found the mnemosurgeon who did this to me?" Optimus sat up a bit straighter.

"We did." Megatron said. "To be more accurate, your cyberninja found him trying to flee Cybertron and turned him into the Temple."

"Does that mean he can do my surgery instead of Rust?" Optimus couldn't help the eagerness that burst in his field.

"Yes. He has been ordered to reverse your Shadow Play once you have healed." Megatron said.

Optimus squeezed his servo and smiled brightly. This was the best news! He knew Rust had gotten his servos back thanks to Ratchet and that he'd already agreed to having it done, but the success rate of it being done by the original surgeon was so much higher. He couldn't help but feel relief wash over him.

Megatron could feel his consort’s field brighten and brought Optimus' servo to his derma to kiss it. "You will be yourself again." Megatron promised him.

"What will happen to Cybertron once the Council is gone?" Optimus asked. "I mean will you become the new leader of Cyberton?"

"Hm, that is a bit more complicated." Megatron said. "A new government will be put into place but the decision of who and how will be discussed between myself, the Temple and the civilians. At this time, I do not know what will become of the government but I do know the caste system will be removed."

"I'm glad." Optimus settled back into the berth.

Megatron smiled down at his consort, digits interlocked as the settled down.

It was four solar cycles later that Optimus was able to undergo the reversal for his Shadow Play. Tge process went smoothly and Optimus was awake not long after. He still remembered everything that was done to him, but the emotions he'd felt towards Ultra Magnus were removed and the rewritten past fixed. Like Megatron said, Optimus didn't have to go to the trials. He'd been able to give his testimony from the safety of Kaon and with Megatron by his side.

The process for changing Cybertron was slow. Many of the gormer Council members were acting petty and attempting to push as much blame off of themselves as possible. The only one who seemed to have no objections was Ultra Magnus who was now just Ultra. There were many who thought he was simply acting tough but anybot who saw him could see that the ex-Magnus was a mere shell of his former self.

In Kaon, Optimus sat comfortably in his berth, waiting for Megatron to finish his call while reading over a datapad. It contained details on the trials against the former Council members so far and revealed many things that Optimus had not been aware of. He had been so absorbed in them that he hadn't noticed Megatron enter the room and sit beside him until the datapad was being plucked from his servos and put to the side.

"I was still reading that." Optimus huffed but allowed Megatron to pull him onto his lap.

"Tomorrow, my spark." Megatron said, kissing the top of Optimus' helm. "You should rest for the night."

"Are you going to recharge too?" Optimus asked, looking up at his bonded.

"I could be convinced." Megatron said, playfully.

He tilted Optimus' helm and kissed him sweetly. Optimus leaned into the kiss, savoring the warmth that filled him as he did. Megatron pulled him closer as he laid back until Optimus was nestled on top of him, never once breaking the kiss. When they did finally part, Optimus hummed in delight and nuzzled against Megatron who gently traced his digits down his back kibble.

"Thank you." Optimus said, closing his optics.

"For what?" Megatron mused.

"Everything."

"My spark, I should be the one thanking you."

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The Consort and The Warlord Ch19

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Megatron

Continuity: Animated

Status: Complete

Megatron began his preparations to leave his ship the moment he'd gotten a reply from the Temple of Primus. It wasn't a tactic that he normally used and he wasn't even sure it would work but he'd been given the answer he'd wanted so now it was time to make his move.

Exiting the ship, Megatron expected to be greeted by the sight of the red Autobot who watched him just a little too closely. Instead the guard post was empty and the docking bay much noisier than it had been since he'd originally landed several cycles earlier. Megatron decided to use the opportunity to sneak away and find Optimus but stopped when he saw exactly why the bots were making so much noise. Across the docking bay and coming towards him was none other than Ultra Magnus.

The red Autobot flanked him and so did several others who Megatron did not recognize. The Magnus was not followed by his usual entourage. No, these were normal worker bots who were confused by the unscheduled visit. So was Megatron but he wasn't going to just run off with his enemy in stabbing distance.

"To think that you would grace me with your presence." Megatron mocked doing a slight bow as he towered over the Magnus.

Ultra Magnus scowled at this behavior and raised a single servo to silence those around him. "Leave us, I must speak with him alone." Ultra Magnus spoke.

"Ultra Magnus, sir, I believe it is unwise to be with him without an escort." The red Autobot said quickly.

"Now, Ironhide." Ultra Magnus nearly snapped at the Autobot but his optics never left Megatron. The red Autobot flinched and backed away, leading out the others in the docking bay but watching the Magnus as they left.

"And what do I owe the honor?" Megatron asked, crossing his arms over his chassis. Never did he think he'd be this close to the Magnus and have such an opportunity to snuff his spark but not be taking it. Things surely had changed since he'd returned to Cybertron.

"You've caused nothing but problems ever since your creation and despite being driven from this planet you still stubbornly return, acting like the victors when you returned with the All Spark." Ultra Magnus practically spat, his grip on the Magnus Hammer so tight, Megatron thought it might break. "And you've been nothing but a hazard since your return. Luring innocent Autobt civilians to your city with cheap novelties and fake promises we both know you cannot keep."

"I doubt you came here just to complain about my way of running Kaon." Megatron frowned. "Your council has done that plenty in our meetings."

What was the Magnus getting at? This wasn't like him at all. Ultra Magnus was the epitome of an Autobot but he was still a mech who'd been the leading reason for Megatron to leave Cybertron four million stellar cycles ago. He'd been taciturn and serious, not swayed by the power he'd received and a formidable Magnus despite his corrupted views. It had been terrifying to see such a mech pick up the Magnus Hammer so long ago.

But the mech before him was not the mech that caused Megatron to lose hope in taking Cyberton without swallowing the planet in war. No, this mech was different: beaten down and chipped away by four millions years of holding up the Autobot indocterine and every rule the Council forced upon him.

A mech who couldn't even choose his own bondmate without fearing they'd be rejected.

'A sad and lonely mech.'

Who was now desperately clinging to everything that was falling apart around him. Because of Megatron. And because of Optimus.

"Your true nature will be revealed soon and you'll be sent to the smelter like you deserve." Ultra Magnus continued. "Like you all deserve!"

"You seem quite confident in that, but public opinion of my mechs has been more positive with each cycle." Megatron said. Reeling in his own temper was difficult, his frame craved to end the Magnus here. Just like he'd always desired.

"That matters little after they learn of what you did." Ultra Magnus said.

Megatron narrowed his optics. "And tell me, what did I do?"

"Attacked their Magnus and threatened his life." Ultra Magnus lifted his chin as he spoke.

"I am not foolish enough to fall for the petty tricks you and the Council play." Megatron scoffed.

"Hm, even after finding out about what happened to your consort?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"I know about the Shadow Play you forced Optimus to undergo." Megatron replied. "I am furious about this but I intend to have you face the consequences of your own actions with your own laws."

"How noble, it's too bad Optimus won't be around to testify against me." Ultra Magnus sneered.

Megatron stiffened, optics wide as he stared down at the Magnus. "What do you mean by that?" He hisses between bared denta.

"I have no need for bots that do not listen." Ultra Magnus said easily. "You corrupted Optimus quite thoroughly."

Megatron wanted to retort, he wanted to scream at Ultra Magnus but refrained as a call came through. For a second he didn't recognize the caller until he'd remembered giving his line to the cyberninja just in case.

"We found Optimus leaking out in Ultra Magnus' office!" Prowl said quickly. Megatron could hear the other one speaking quickly.

"Bring him back here now!" Megatron said harshly before focusing his boiling anger onto the Magnus before him.

In a swift movement, Megatron grabbed Ultra Magnus by the neck and held him up by it. He growled, plating flared and denta bared as he easily held the weight of the largest Autobot with one servo. Ultra Magnus let fear leak from his frame as he grasped at the servo desperately trying to push him away. Though ready to take on rhe brunt of Megatron’s anger, the Magnus seemed to have forgotten the sheer difference between them.

"I should rip your helm from your frame and use it as a target!" Megatron roared, his anger shook the bay and the ships. "Must I remind you of exactly why you Autobots feared us so much? Why we were thrown into mines and pits and given just enough energon to function but never enough to truly live? I can rip your spark out here and now with a single servo, crush it before your optics and fold your frame into a ball and toss you into a garbage dispenser!"

Rage burned in Megatron. His frame begged him to do what he cursed. To kill the Magnus and mutilate his frame. To rip him apart, limb by limb and toss him into a smelter. He had hurt Optimus. He had hurt Optimus so much for his own selfish desires and when Optimus still didn't fold, he had tried to kill him.

So now Megatron would kill Ultra Magnus.

He'd end this entire facade and go back to the warlord that terrorized the Autobots for millions of stellar cycles. To the spark eating monster he was often called. He had the right to do so. He had every desire to do so.

But when the two cyberninjas ran into the docking bay with an unmoving Optimus and the Autobot medic came rushing out of his ship and yelled at them to get inside, Megatron let go.

He turned around and followed after his bonded without a single glance to the fallen Magnus.

Inside the ship, Megatron found his blinding rage to be settling into a quiet roar that was drowned out by the bots who were running back and forth in the medical bay of his ship. Ratchet was the loudest, yelling out order as his servos worked to hold down the wound on Optimus' abdomen. Energon leaked profusely, staining the armor a brilliant pink.

Megatron could just barely make out Ratchet's sharp orders, his optics focused on Optimus. It was the only thing he could do to stay standing, the other bots working around him instead of asking him to move. He couldn't even if they wanted him too because Megatron was grounded where he was, watching the bot that had managed to capture his spark bleed out and he could do nothing.

Never had Megatron felt this helpless.

It took hours for Ratchet to finally step away from Optimus and then turn to Megatron. The medic seemed exhausted but the bright colors of Optimus' frame proved he was still online. Megatron let his frame relax and released the tension he'd built up. Ratchet shook his helm as he took a seat in a nearby chair, clearly exhausted, and pointed to another for Megatron to take.

"Sit, you look like you need it more than me." Ratchet said. He began cleaning energon off of his servos.

Megatron took a step closer to the large chair but his optics still focused on Optimus. "How is he?" Megatron asked hesitantly.

"He'll live." Ratchet said, leaning back against a desk. "Kid was fragging lucky that Prowl found him when he did. He was stabbed straight to his fuel pump."

"Ultra Magnus did it." Megatron said. He walked over to Optimus. The mech was in stasis, faceplate neutral but the fresh welding and energon on his abdomen stood out.

Ratchet let out a string of curses, covering hid faceplate with his servo. "Just what would've caused him to do this?" He exasperated.

"I tried to convince Optimus about his Shadow Play…" Megatron said. "He must have confronted Magnus about it. I knew I should've taken him back last cycle!"

"And then Optimus may believe you tried to kidnap him and gone back to Ultra Magnus even more willingly!" Ratchet snapped. "We don't know every detail of how Optimus was manipulated and you could've been adding oil to the fire! At least now Optimus knows who his enemy is, even if this is the worst case scenario. The kid’s alive and will wake up in a few cycles. By then we'll be back in Kaon, far away from Ultra Magnus and where he can recover and decide what to do in the future."

Megatron looked at Ratchet and a part of him felt impressed by the lecture the medic was giving him. Not many outside of Strika would be able to talk to Megatron like that and there were times he could appreciate it. Like now when he knew his own emotions were rising so high and so fast that his judgment was clouded beyond all reason. It was already a miracle that he hadn't offlined Ultra Magnus before and Megatron was certain he might have if he hadn't seen Optimus' limp frame at that moment. Maybe deep down he really hadn't changed from his old ways and was still the violent tyrant he'd made himself out to be.

Megatron frowned and carefully took Optimus' servos in his. It was so small compared to his own and he didn't move from his current stasis status but it was warm and familiar and grounded Megatron far more than he thought it would. Megatron gave it a gentle squeeze and turned to Ratchet.

"Thank you, for staying by his side." Megatron said.

"I owe Optimus a lot, far more than I'd like to admit and I refuse to let him go to the Well before I do." Ratchet said. "Now if you intend to stay by his side until we reach Kaon, at least sit down."

Megatron conceded and took the offered chair, his servo never letting Optimus' go.

It did not take long for them to return to Kaon and Megatron was glad to have Optimus safely within his city. Here Ultra Magnus and the Council could not touch him. Here he could heal.

Though Megatron would have preferred this to be in their habsuite, he knew Optimus needed a hospital and agreed to him staying there. Megatron did not leave the room Optimus was staying in, despite Strika urging him to have a meeting with the generals in regards to what happened since their departure. Megatron knew she was right but decided that waiting until Optimus woke up would be best. Though there were some complaints from a certain Winglord, Megatron silenced them with a reminder that if any of their Bonded was in the same situation, they wouldn't be leaving their side either.

It was on the second cycle back in Kaon that Optinus finally woke from his stasis. He'd been having his welding cleaned and checked when he stirred and woke rather abruptly, nearly opening the wound. Ratchet almost had to redo the stasis when Optimus began to panic but Megatron had securely held him down and comforted him until the panic settled. Ratchet almost couldn't believe Optimus had had his memories altered with how well he'd responded to Megatron.

"Why do you care so much for a mech like me?" Optimus asked Megatron on the second cycle after he woke up. "I mean I fragged everything up. I got my memories altered and despite everything, I still went to Ultra Magnus only to get stabbed. And yet you haven't left my side once. Why?"

Megatron seemed caught off guard by this sudden question but the frustrated pout Optimus was giving him was irresistible. Megatron was seated beside Optimus, reading over a datapad he'd received from the Temple of Primus and looking at his reports from Iacon over everything that had happened since they'd left. Optimus was recovering well enough physically but there were still many challenges they had to face. His fuel pump needed time to repair itself, leaving Optimus berth ridden for the foreseeable future. There was also the subject of reversing his Shadow Play that Megatron had not found the opportunity to bring up. Instead he's been focused on keeping Optimus calm and comfortable so he didn't risk opening his welds again.

"This may surprise you but I do care for you deeply." Megatron said easily.

"Why?" Optimus asked, optics narrowed.

"Because you made me fall in love with you." Megatron answered. He put his datapad down and faced Optimus. "Because even though I intended to keep you at a respectful distance, you broke through every expectation I had of you. You proved that our people could live together and that my dreams weren't ideals. Because you charmed me with your kindness and attitude to the point I want to call you mine."

Optimus stared at him in shock, finials standing straight and intake agape. He stuttered out some nonsense and quickly looked down at his servos. That hadn't been the answer he'd been expecting, he actually didn't know what he expected. But not that!

"We can reverse the Shadow Play." Megatron mentioned. Optimus froze and looked up at Megatron slowly. Megatron met his optics. "We found a mnemosurgeon who trained under the one who did your initial surgery. There are risks but he is our best bet."

"What are the risks?" Optimus asked. He clenched the mesh covering on his lap.

"You may not wake up from the stasis." Megatron said bluntly. "He said that sometimes the processor just shuts down due to the second surgery."

Optimus looked back to his servos and frowned. This was a big risk. There was no easy way to fix this and that was that. Megatron covered his servo with his own and Optimus looked back at him. Megatron was leaned in closer and let his field wash over Optimus to comfort his consort.

"The choice is yours to make." Megatron said. "I will not force you to choose to do the surgery."

"Thank you… but I know my answer." Optimus said, forcing a smile. "I want to do the surgery."

Megatron felt relief but he also wanted to make sure that Optimus understood his decision. "Are you certain?" He asked.

"I know I can make new memories with you. But I can't live with these false memories and emotions that were put inside of me." Optimus said. "I want them gone."

Megatron nodded in understanding and took Optimus' servos into his own and kissed the back of them gently. "I will let Ratchet know of your decision. We will have to wait till you’ve recovered, but I promise once you have healed, you will have the surgery."

"Thank you."

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