#megop week 2021

[gilraina]

I posted 11,369 times in 2022

That's 2,830 more posts than 2021!

41 posts created (0%)

11,328 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wolfcat-hybrid

@stubbornasacat

@somethingintheforest

@phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess

@koito-yuu

I tagged 467 of my posts in 2022

#dracula - 68 posts

#eurovision - 58 posts

#earthspark - 38 posts

#podfic - 36 posts

#transformers - 18 posts

#megop week - 12 posts

#megop - 11 posts

#skystar - 10 posts

#macaddam - 10 posts

#starscream - 8 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#i have to read something out loud in class or find some information in a book and the words are all gibberish and change constantly

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Author: stifledlaughter (@stifledlaughterao3​)

Fandom: Transformers: Prime

Rating: General

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Length: 00:17:40

Summary:

Megatron's head lolled back worryingly. It was so cold, and he was fading so fast.

With nothing else to be had, Optimus fell back on who he was at his core. A lover of stories, memory-keeping, and someone who believed in the strength of tales.

"I'm going to tell you a story, and you're going to listen," he said firmly, grabbing Megatron's shoulders and shaking them. The disgruntled clanking echoed as Megatron grumbled, but didn't protest aloud, which alarmed Optimus more than if he had.

23 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#4

Author: eternal_night_owl (@seeker-of-the-stars​)

Fandom: Transformers (G1)

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Starscream/Skyfire

Length: 00:28:56

Summary: Starscream hears that his former friend Skyfire is dating none other than Optimus Prime, and reacts about as well as you would expect

25 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#3

Author: redseeker (@redseeker​)

Fandom: Transformers Animated

Rating: General

Relationship: Blitzwing/Bumblebee

Length: 00:16:40

Summary: Bumblebee rushes to Blitzwing's side after the triple-changer is damaged in battle. Carrying on a cross-faction relationship isn't easy, but Bumblebee has a knack for doing things the hard way.

27 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

#2

I just finished reading The Magic of Cybertron and I know I'm super late but

See the full post

378 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

About AO3’s Related Works feature, how it works, and why the Approve button is really really important you guys pls I’m begging you to click it

If you post your works to AO3, there may come a day when someone creates something inspired by your work: a translation, podfic, fanart, remix, etc. If they post it to AO3 and mark it as inspired by your work, you should get an email* like this:

Notice the link: Approve relationship and link back to this work from your work. It will lead to your Related Works tab. You can also access it from your dashboard on AO3. There, you will find all the works marked as related to your works, and next to them, the Approve button. If you click it, it will create a link from your work to the related work - in the opening notes if it’s a translation, or below the end notes if it’s anything else, like so:

See the full post

964 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

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[milariro]

I posted 75 times in 2022

That's 16 more posts than 2021!

44 posts created (59%)

31 posts reblogged (41%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@milariro

@darthvaders-wife

@soruentuki

@jpdesenhador

@abnerkrill

I tagged 45 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#milariro art - 25 posts

#transformers - 12 posts

#ace attorney - 12 posts

#gyakuten saiban - 10 posts

#miles edgeworth - 10 posts

#phoenix wright - 9 posts

#maccadam - 9 posts

#mitsurugi reiji - 9 posts

#narumitsu - 7 posts

#wrightworth - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 50 characters

#made in abyss the golden city of the scorching sun

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

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185 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

#4

Trick or Treat?

186 notes - Posted November 1, 2022

#3

Megop week 2022  Fine, I'll just carry on drawing.

№2 Solace/Obsession

197 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

#2

Megop week 2022   I'm late, but!! 1) Battle/Gentle

237 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“Treat him well, Doc. He's a keeper“  

250 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

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[zombieheroine]

Domestic Enemy

Pairing: MegOp Rating: G Word count: 2486

MegOP week prompt: Domestic * Optimus came to slowly. He had a vague recollection that he had been hit by something heavy, and as he regained consciousness he realized he was lying under some support beams in a half collapsed hallway. Little by little, it came back to him. A battle in a nebula, an old Cybertronian outpost in an asteroid field. Energon storages and a race for them against the Decepticons, who had the disadvantage of not having and up-to-date map but the advantage of natural scouts and experienced miners.

Structures built inside asteroids, metal merged into rock, and a network of bridges and flight paths between asteroids. Megatron. Optimus blinked and stared up to the half-collapsed ceiling. He wasn’t sure which one of them had made the mistake, but they had focused on each other and engaged in their own private battle so deeply they had gotten separated from the others. It had been Megatron’s fusion cannon that had brought the eons old tunnel down on them, but privately Optimus cursed his own foolishness just as much. It seemed that no matter how many times he repeated to himself that he shouldn’t lose focus in combat and be lured to Megatron alone, it still happened again and again. It had happened again, and now he was stuck alone in an ancient tunnel, laying over some rusted railway tracks that had once been used to transport minerals from the asteroid mines, and so far removed from his troops that he couldn’t even hear them anymore. But mulling over his past mistakes never helped, especially not when he had more pressing matters in the present. Optimus regarded the position he was in. There were some rocks on him and around him, but mostly he was pressed down by a large support beam that had been half torn, half melted off the ceiling. He cycled air through his vents for a few moments before wrestling his arms underneath the beam, then decisively pressed it up and off his chassis. It took him a serious, concentrated effort, but eventually the metal groaned and gave way, bending off his chassis, and letting him out of the trap. But as he rolled away, Optimus realized he was far from freedom. The tunnel around him was still unstable and he was technically buried in there, but getting to move was a good first step. Very carefully he pushed his way past piles of rocks and tried his best not to make his situation worse, and so he crawled through the tunnel towards the way he had been going for. The Autobots had had a few old maps about the mining colony, so Optimus knew the tunnel would eventually lead into a larger hall where freshly mined energon would be loaded for transport, but just knowing where he was going didn’t solve all of his problems. Megatron was still somewhere close by. There was a possibility that he could have died when the tunnel collapsed, but Optimus knew he wasn’t that lucky. After what felt like eternity crawling under rocks and boulders and dust filling his vents, Optimus finally made it into a room. It was a mid-sized loading station, the tracks ending at stoppers and large loading patches. There wasn’t that much in the room otherwise, simply loading stations, repair stations and a small break area, and – “Well look who made it after all,” Megatron grunted with a roll of his optics. “I expected nothing less of my luck.” For a moment Optimus was ready to fight, but Megatron didn’t seem to want to. He was seated against the wall at the break area, and just like Optimus covered in dust and dents, but also clutching his arm to his side. He didn’t seem too interested in continuing their rumble, so Optimus didn’t fire up his blasters, simply pulled himself back up to his pedes. “I could say the same to you,” he said, puffing air through his vents in an attempt to clear them. It felt like there was a persistent layer caked on the metal, and it didn’t come loose no matter how he puffed. He didn’t try too hard. It was dangerous to show any weakness in front of Megatron, even though right now he didn’t want to fight. It might change if he re-evaluated the situation and decided for example to use Optimus’ compromised cooling system against him. Optimus stayed well away from Megatron, sticking to the other side of the room. He took a look around in the room, searching for a way out while subtly using his comm system to call out to his troops. “Go ahead and call your pitiful little followers,” Megatron called from his spot. “No reason to be shy about it. I already called mine.” “I’m not shy,” Optimus scoffed, but he let his arm hang more freely by his side as he

clicked the cover plate over the comm system shut as if he had never tried to hide it in the first place. “Sure,” Megaton replied with a roll of his optics. “Whatever you say.” “What happened to you anyway?” Optimus demanded while measuring the Decepticon leader with his optics. With all his heavy armour and weaponry he was now sitting down on the floor, a position Optimus wasn’t sure he had ever seen him before, covered in a heavy layer of dust and dirt and splattered energon, his arm limp in his lap. Megatron’s expression didn’t even twitch when he replied through his sharp dentae: “Nothing. I’m fine.” His spinal strut was straight where he sat as he was there out of pure will of his own. To Optimus’ curious gaze he looked like a miner fresh out of a disastrous accident, and he wondered if this was more like Megatron’s original form he had only ever talked about and never shown. “No, you’re not. I can see that you’re hurt. Do you need help?” Optimus insisted, his gaze focused on the way Megatron’s powerful arm hung limp in his hold, the blaster cannon dark, and dust and dirt caked on it in dark clumps that must have been due to spilled energon. “No. Mind your own business!” Megatron snarled with bared dentae, but clutched his arms tighter, the limp movement highlighting how it couldn’t move on its own. The image of a wounded miner crouched on a floor made Optimus feel a pang of guilt over his previous failure over reforming Cybertron, partially in ways Megatron had held him up to, but the snarl and the personal wound from stellar cycles ago kept his mind cleared and irritation as the most seminal emotion he felt. “You started it!” he snapped back, perhaps giving away more personal investment that was proper for them, and Megatron responded with a disgruntled frown. “Don’t nag me,” he said in a put-upon huff once again rolling his helm like it was all a big, unimportant bother to him. “I am not nagging!” Optimus snapped, more slighted than he ought to be and more out of control than he usually allowed himself to come across. A moment of silence followed with Megatron seated where he was, gaze focused well past Optimus, and Optimus defiantly refusing any care or worry for his enemy, yet venting heavily and leaned forward in focused concern. It took a moment for Optimus to gather himself. He was a Prime now, there was no individual and no personal agenda, only principle, and that was what he focused on. He calmed himself, took a step back and lowered him voice. “Do you need help?” he offered in a voice full of his newly found confidence. Megatron barely spared him a glance of his narrowed optics, the red glow of them mean and uncaring. “No.” Optimus rolled his optics. It had been a formal question with the positive answer clearly within reach, and Megatron must have well known it, yet he still lied and refused. Optimus couldn’t care for the game anymore, so he cut simply to the core of the matter: “You need help. Let me.” Finally Megatron turned his gaze back to him, now baring his dentae at him in an open snarl and angrily demanded: “Why would you even do that? We are enemies, get that through your thick helm already, Optimus Prime!” All the anger and bitterness flew past Optimus. He had come to expect that, and now that he got more of that sour anger he felt barely anything. He simply sighed and stepped closer: “Just show me your arm already.” It was that push that was all that it took. Optimus stepped closer across the floor, and Megatron didn’t say anything more, simply watched him approach without mocking. He didn’t cover or dodge, and Optimus expected nothing like that of him, but he was still glad he was allowed to approach. It was a slow dance. Even though Megatron was wounded, he was still extremely dangerous as Optimus had witnessed multiple times himself, and just because he had his own stubborn idea about helping him didn’t mean he was ignoring everything he knew about his enemy and just barging in on danger. But nothing happened. Optimus approached, Megatron stayed

where he was, and finally Optimus managed to crouch down next to him on the floor. Just taking a look that close up made it clear that there was nothing seriously wrong with Megatron’s arm, it was simply dislocated, and Optimus knew how to hep him. It was reaching out and touching a wounded gladiator that was the problem, and Optimus bided his time well. “I’m going to set it back into its socket,” he declared, servos hovering over the wounded warlord’s limp arm. “It will probably hurt, but I’ll be quick.” Megatron didn’t reply and opted to look the other way, and Optimus took that as a sign to go ahead and do his thing. He grabbed a firm hold of Megatron’s forearm and with his other servo on the shoulder guard, then in one powerful move yanked them both in different direction while keeping them in firmly same level. Megaron didn’t even make a sound, just clenched his dentae and offlined his optics, until the mechanism locked down in its proper place. When there was a sharp snap of a joint in its socket, and he released the air he had been holding in a controlled exvent. With the joint in place, Megatron flexed and moved his arm. First the digits clutched together, then the whole arm rose from its delicate cradle, and he stretched it out and rolled the joint over a few times in gentle movement. Optimus saw his enemy regaining his senses and power, so he took a few careful steps back from him, even when Megatron remained seated. After a few stretches, Megaton gave him a hostile yet dry look, and muttered: “I hate when you do that.” Optimus quirked his optic ridges in disbelief and crossed his arms. He might have been disapproving, but he wasn’t surprised. “What, help you? I though you would be glad to take advantage whenever you could.” “Not when you act like you care about me like you used to,” Megatron growled, the earlier bitterness gaining more and more foothold in his tone. He didn’t sound smooth and aloof like when he taunted him, or enraged like he often did on battlefield. This bitter tone was mostly foreign on him, but also more close to the way Optimus thought about Megatron inside the privacy of his own mind. He tightened the lock of his arms in front of him. Optimus gave Megatron a flat stare and considered the words. It was yet another cruelly clear window to the way Megatron viewed the world: it was full of deceit and pretence, a world where no one did anything out of pure kindness or care but simply in order to take advantage. In his world there was nothing more expect abusers and victims, those stronger and cleverer than others and those left trampled under their pedes. Every time they had a chance to discuss anything personal, Optimus was bitterly remained that to Megatron he had always been only something to fool and use, not anything to appreciate or open up to. He scoffed, once again detaching himself and raising above all worldly grievances and burdens. “Think of this whatever you will. It has become very clear of late to me that you wouldn’t understand it.” Megatron was silent. He was silent for a long while in that thoughtful, genuine way that he often had been in a way Optimus had never heard from anyone mighty or powerful. Megatron’s silence was the type that opened up to the other and considered them seriously. Ironically it was on moments that he was silent that Optimus was transferred back to times when he had desperately voiced an opinion or a view of his own, something vulnerable and new and deeply personal, and then had it faced with this silence. It had always felt like he had gotten through to Megatron, like he was really listening and letting his voice in. Shockingly, it was like that now, in this foreign, long since abandoned mining colony at the end of a collapsed mining tunnel that Optimus felt it again. For a split of a klik he was hopeful. He felt heard and seen, his sentiment sinking into his counterpart, opening up something new and beyond imagining. Hope soared and got the better of him, just for a klik. Then Megatron closed off again, his

expression souring and helm tilting back against the wall behind him, his healthy servo absentmindedly rubbing over his set arm. His gaze slipped past Optimus again, indifferent and cold, and his upper lipplate revealed a part of his dentae as it drew back. “Our troops will come for us soon. This will be over then,” he remarked in a deep, dark voice without looking at Optimus. Hope slipped and shattered for the hundredth time in Optimus. “I am aware, and I accept it,” he replied, quietly doubting his earlier sentiment. He never knew what to make of these passing moments of connection and understanding. They were too sudden to be deception or imagined, but consistently they shattered and vanished, so they weren’t too real either. Glimpses of what once where, he supposed. Glimpses of something overdue and impossible. Optimus walked back across the room and wondered if Megatron even knew what his most devastating weapon against him in this war even was. He might have not, since after all he didn’t seem to appreciate finer things or matters of the spark that much at all. It was all the same to him, and he let them slip by him as if he was certain there was plenty of more of them to come. Optimus couldn't say for certain that he was wrong.

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[ladyomegofcrime]

Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Cyberverse Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Non-Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Public Sex, Shower Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Throne Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Transformer Sparklings, Mech Preg (Transformers), Childbirth, Cunnilingus Summary:

A collection for my one shots written for MegOP Week, tags to be added!

#trasnformers #megop week 2021 #keep to read #megatron #optimus prime #love so much

[chryscare]

Chapter 2:Secrets

The rating went up just to be on the safe side

#transformers #megop week 2021

[naiad-dream-way]

...They were cellmates (Ao3 link)

Day 7: The beginning/The end

Summary: Megatron wasn’t the only one that fell off of the Autobot’s ship in his search for the AllSpark. Now, both himself and the young Autobot that he dragged down with him spend 50 stellar cycles trapped and scavenge for parts within a lab on a backwater organic planet.

Things will certainly be interesting once they came back online.

Even more so when only one remembered what had happened.

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Day 7 and we are done!! Sorry for the wait folks but goodness, this wouldn't work for me the last few days lol. Hope you all enjoy this! Might return to this in one form or another.

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[megop]

Late MegOP Week 2021 Submissions

We will still be monitoring the #megop week 2021 tag even once July 11 officially passes! If you have any incomplete pieces that you plan to finish in the next few days, go ahead and post them in the tag here on Tumblr, on Twitter, and on AO3!

We don't have a set "deadline," but we'll keep a watch out for submissions for about a week after today!

#modposting #megop week 2021

[sixtus66]

The Beginning

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[commoncoral]

Day 7: The end/ The beginning

Optimus wandered aimlessly through space, feeling a sense of loss as something inside of him finally admitted to Megatron. But he wasn't here anymore. His mind raced through anything he could have done to prevent this, anything from what he could have said and done. He thought to himself, that he wasn't a worthy leader and he'll only return to Cybertron if he was needed again, but a familiar voice called to him, "Missing something, Prime?" And Optimus looked up to see a grinning Megatron, holding the matrix he threw away a while ago, and a servo outstretched. At that moment, Optimus realized there was another solution to their dillema after all.

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[the-ufos-basement]

Day 7: The Beginning/The End

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[vodid]

Megop Week Day 7: The Beginning / The End

#megop week 2021 #maccadam #optimus #megatron #tfp #transformers prime #fanart #optimus prime #i wasnt able to do the other prompts sadly but i feel really good about this one and thats all that matters to me lol #vart

[megatronstillright]

I managed to finish one (1) lineart for MegOP week. Better than nothing!! X,D This is to be an illustration to a fic my friend is working on. Thematically, it’s both a beginning and an end in a sense... Post Predacons Rising, OP returns as a sparkling and is cared for by Megatron. Look forward to the fic to find out more! X)

#megop week 2021 #Megatron #Optimus Prime #MegOP #Transformers Prime #my art #sparklings

[gilraina]

Author: ZuviosGemini (@elderyautjavegeta)

Fandom: Transformers: Prime

Rating: General

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Length: 00:13:37

Summary:

Right on cue, the cave was flooded with a bright light, making Megatron smile. He turned around to watch the spark come careening down the hallway and start to zip around the room. He watched it fondly before it alighted on his shoulder, hovering up and down.

“Do your comrades know you visit me?” He chuckled.

For MegOP Week 2021. Day 7: The beginning/The end

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[fuyohero]

Megop week: The end

I will make another drawing for this one but for now this is what I've got.

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[heliopauseentertainments]

Interrupted Negotiations

For MegOp Week 2021

Prompt Day 6: The Beginning / The End

Continuity: General

Rating: Teen (for swearing)

Relationship: Megatron/Optimus Prime

Characters: Megatron, Optimus Prime, Starscream

Summary: In which Megatron and Optimus have ulterior motives for a peace treaty.

Crossposting: In a reblog

Fic under cut.

They’re tried this before. So many times before.

With an armistice in place, hopefully a peace treaty could be finalized before tensions escalated again. This time, however, there was a new factor in play, a new factor that gave them all the more motivation to finalize a treaty and finalize it quickly, with as little filibustering as possible. Though, it was looking like bureaucratic red tape would be the biggest threat, rather than purposeful stalling.

Datapads were shuffled about on the table. Megatron impatiently tapped his fingertips against the surface of the table while Optimus and Ultra Magnus discussed which datapad held the document they were currently looking for. Starscream, seated to his immediate right, complained that the coffee drone wasn’t bringing him a refill quickly enough. In Megatron’s opinion, he should have been grateful there was any stimulant-laced fuel available at all given the resource shortages. Soundwave, seated to Megatron’s left, say quietly, waiting, listening as he usually did.

With a bored sigh, Megatron leaned his cheek against his fist.

All of this damn bureaucracy. Sure, internal administration was important, but this was hardly getting them anywhere.

“Sometime today would be preferred, Prime.”

They had other things to do beyond watching Ultra Magnus consult his filing system to find one addendum that existed solely to correct a typo, a misspelling of Skywarp’s name in a pardon document with his name rendered as “Skywar.” Instead of simply correcting it and moving on, there had to be a whole formal motion, requiring votes and then final approval by Megatron and Optimus, the joint chairmechs of the treaty conference. What a waste of time.

Even with his impatience, he was, however, finding it difficult to continue frowning at Optimus.

That new factor to ensure success sat silently on a datapad sandwiched between several others, all piled up in front of Megatron’s place at the table. Wrapped in legalese and hidden in a piece of procedural legislation that would have to be included in the final treaty anyway was… a conjunxual license agreement in disguise.

Both he and Optimus knew about it. In fact, it had been Optimus’ idea, a chance to formalize something that they’d kept hidden for so long. Megatron had thought that they would simply announce it, informally and only to a few trusted mechs, after the treaty was signed, legalization be damned. It didn’t matter, in his opinion. The Rites were private and having a publicly available license was not necessary. However, Optimus, in the way he always was, wanted to be respectable about it.

“Things take time to do properly, Megatron,” Optimus said, glancing up from the stack of datapads in Ultra Magnus’ hands, just before snatching one away.

“Here it is,” the Prime said, handing the datapad to Prowl who had been standing with a scowl at his side. “File that in the correct order and we’ll sign it when we get there after lunch.”

If he had really wanted to be respectable in his choice of mate, Optimus should have given his spark to someone more like Ultra Magnus instead of someone that Prowl had described as a “disrespectful, gutter-dwelling trash bastard.” Frankly, Megatron wanted that for the title plaque on his desk.

Rather than simply file the paperwork normally, however, due to their public social positions as long-time rivals and the leaders of opposing armies, they had to engage in a little subterfuge. Their license would snuck into the larger treaty, making their union technically aboveboard without announcing it. It was slipped in after Ultra Magnus had already reviewed that piece of procedural legislation so he wouldn’t stumble over it and comment on it.

Very clever, especially for Optimus. Megatron hadn’t previously been aware that the Prime had been capable of such deception. Now that was just a bonus selling point in his opinion.

“Finally.” Megatron sat back up, smacking his palm down on the table. “Now maybe we can get this taken care of before my spark burns out from old age.”

“He’s got a point, Prime,” Starscream said, idly flipping his empty coffee mug upside down. “At his advanced age, that could be, hopefully, any minute now.”

“Did I ask you for your opinion?” He turned sharply in his seat to face the seeker.

“Of course not, but I give it freely. Think of it as a gift.” Starscream always loved provoking him into stupid debates for fun. “You’re just spoiled because I give you my opinion for free all of the time, so you don’t realize how precious it really is.”

Optimus clapped his hands together, drawing the attention of the room away from the pointless argument rapidly brewing. Megatron’s scowl relaxed in an apologetic frown when he looked back towards the Prime. He felt like a fool for regularly falling into the obvious trap, but at least Optimus understood… and had a sense for timing.

“Why don’t we all break for lunch?” he suggested. “It’s a little early, but we’re all probably tired of looking at paperwork.” The sentiment was echoed in some fashion by everyone in the room save for Ultra Magnus.

At least during lunch, Megatron and Optimus would have a socially acceptable chance to sit alone in each other’s company. It was even a nice excuse to see behind Optimus’ battle mask. A break from keeping up a front was really what he needed, to be frank and honest and comfortable and…. Maybe if he was lucky and only slightly misbehaved, he could get a nice kiss out of the deal.

After everyone filed out, the two leaders being the only ones remaining, Megatron waited by the door for Optimus. As soon as the Prime was in reach, he put a hand on Optimus’ shoulder.

“I’m s—“

Optimus cut off the rare apology, waving a hand before placing it over Megatron’s.

“No, no, don’t worry about it, old friend.” The Prime chuckled softly, earning a genuine smile from his former rival, even if he hated being called by that appellation. “Let’s just go to lunch and forget about it—“

The hastily refurbished building shook as explosions thundered from outside. Datapads and miscellanies slid from the table. The coffee drone crashed into the wall, spilling its liquid luxuries down the side. Megatron was thrown against the doorframe as he grabbed Optimus tightly to keep the top-heavy truck from falling.

“What in the damn hell was that?”

Optimus pushed himself free of the protective grasp to look towards the conference room’s large windows.

“I’m… unsure,” he said, “but—“

Something slowly descended from the sky into view, a corkscrew-shaped vessel of some kind.

“Pr—Optimus, I think we may need to delay the remainder of the conference. It seems we have a new, more urgent problem.”

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[kusakichan15]

MegOp Week 2021 Day 7 Prompt: "The Beginning & The End" 😔😔😔

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