I wonder if there ever was a time where Optimus' might've been submissive. Probably just a thought, but I find that a funny thought. What do you think?
I was preparing another long ted talk about the fact that I like read of Sub Optimus, but I'm still in difficult draw\write it, but then my house blackened out and i lost my "very deep thinking about" (KEK)
So, long story short, I think that I can think easier of Optimus sub when he was still Orion... but IDW Optimus is... EHHHH, a very sad sub mech wich has never a chance to be happy once in his cursed life.
So, my two cents (and mechs) on which would make Optimus\Orion sub:
1: Megatronus
(And I consider this canon in "The Deal") He was totally lost for the revolutionary gladiator which enchant masses with his pasisonate public speaking. Also, I believe that Meg started seeing him to take advantange of Orion, but then ended falling too (I mean, if TFPrime: "WE ARE GODS, OPTIMUS" is not enough, there is an entire scene in Exodus where Meg "shows off" Optimus to his henchmen with words like: "They follow me, and they will follow you. Together, we'll change this world." I MEAN, I MEAAAAAN!")
2. Senator Shockwave (Redrawn as TFP because yes)
I... I really have to explain why? (MY Shockwave!) (ME? I blead to death-Slowly)
I wrote a little thing. A little megaorion fluff thing. I can't get this ship out of my head omg.
Title: Home is Where You Are
Summary: After a long time away in Iacon, Orion returns to Kaon and snuggles up in berth with his conjunx.
Rating: Teen and Up
It was well into the recharge cycle when Orion finally stepped off transport in the city of Kaon, and even later when he finally arrived at the run-down building that served as his second home; the Gladiatorial Apartments. He ignored the warnings flashing on his HUD as he trudged down the hall towards the elevator, alerting him to what he already knew; that he was exhausted and in desperate need of recharge.
As always, the elevator groaned in a worrisome reminder of the lack of maintenance that was afforded to this place. It would fail, one cycle, if they didn’t tend to it, Orion thought as it inched its way towards the upper floors. Orion hoped that by that time he will have successfully convinced Megatronus that it would be beneficial to allow Orion to purchase something… safer and more suitable to their needs. As much as he loved his conjunx, the tiny apartment provided to Megatronus, even as the Champion, was too small to comfortably house the both of them full time.
He felt that familiar tug at his spark tighten as the elevator ground to a halt. Orion wasted no time, stepping out of that steel death trap as soon as its doors allowed him the space to do so. He let that tug at his spark pull him forward down the hall. He knew even before he punched the lock code into the door that Megatronus was recharging, and that brought a smile to his face as he stepped into the dimly lit apartment. Orion made him promise not to wait up for him.
Home… The apartment consisted of only three rooms; the living area, the berth room and the washrack. The main living space was half a fuel preparation station, and the rest was only large enough to fit his conjunx’s desk and two chairs. Orion couldn’t stop himself from quietly tidying up the space. He yawned softly as he straightened up the pile of datapads piled on the corner of the desk, saving them from inevitable collapse due to their haphazard stacking.
A quick glance around the room ripped a heavy sigh straight from his intake. The place was a mess, though that was not the fault of Megatronus. The unit his benefactors used to house him was simply too small for the larger warframe to comfortably maneuver himself to tidy up small nooks and crannies- another reason Orion wanted to purchase something else for the two of them.
He made his way into the fuel preparation station, picking up any trash that was easily accessible. After tossing it into the waste receptacle, he made his way to the automatic energon purifier on the counter. It was not turned on. Still ignoring the warnings in his HUD to seek immediate recharge, he switched on the machine, and carefully added the raw energon into the unit. Now, they would have fuel prepared for them when they came out of recharge.
An exhausted yawn ripped free from his intake as he turned and glanced at the closed door to the berthroom. His conjunx lay beyond that door, along with the silent promise of comfort and rest. It was so slagging difficult to recharge now, when he was alone in Iacon.
Orion paused only for a klik once the door to the berthroom slid open, to admire his Champion's form upon the berth. His spark blazed in a momentary inferno upon the sight. He wasn't entirely sure when or how he had fallen so deeply in love with this mech. It was not an intentional decision on his part, but Megatronus had nonetheless burrowed into his spark and had become everything to him.
Even shrouded in darkness his frame was magnificent. Without his low light filters switched on, Orion could see the elegant angles of Megatronus’ armored pauldrons and the almost delicate curve where his waist slopped into his hips silhouetted against the dim light trickling in through the window. The beauty of his frame was enough to suck the air directly from his vents.
Orion still could not entirely understand why Megatronus had chosen him as his conjunx. He could have any mech he wanted, and yet Megatronus had given his spark to a simple archivist. Orion was no fighter. He was not especially strong. He did not have a station that gave him great political power or a voice amongst the people. Despite how deeply he loved Megatronus, he still often felt undeserving of the love Megatronus returned to him.
He felt another yawn begin to build up in his frame, and his HUD flashed that obnoxious warning once more. Finally, he stepped towards the berth, taking care to move slowly and quietly to not disturb the gladiator before him. Megatronus must have been just as exhausted as Orion was, for him to be recharging so soundly.
He sat slowly on the edge of the berth, careful to slowly distribute his weight so as to not disturb his lover's recharge. Orion could already feel the comforting warmth of Megatronus’ frame radiating towards him as he scooted himself close until he was finally able to press himself gently against his lover’s back.
“I missed you so much.” Orion whispered as he peppered gentle kisses along the Champion's spinal strut, before slipping his arm around his lover's waist. He knew that once the morning came, he would likely find himself pinned below this very same frame while they reunited carnally, but for now he was simply content to snuggle his face into the larger mech's back and hold him as close as possible while finally allowing himself to succumb to the demands of exhaustion.
Ummm......no idea what this is, I just. Started drawing it on Monday? I guess it's a MegaOrion short comic but with humanformer-type things???? 😳✨✨ So...upon finishing it I absolutely love the way it turned out.....and I thought I'd share!! I hope you like it!! And I also hope you can sort of (at least) follow the story happening here...it's not much and it's not part of anything bigger (sorry). Also also it's set pre-war.
Uhm so yea! Without further ado, I hope you like this random, short, Megatronus and Orion comic~ 😊✨💖💝
Also lmfao to contrast my last post
Oh and one more note: I apologize my handwriting sucks ;w;
OKAY EDIT!!!!
I’m putting in a transcript of text ^^’’ I’d rather it make sense than not at all....
Hope this helps!! And sorry again if it was hard to read <’D
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Panel 1:
Megatron, narrating: Time is a funny thing.
Megatronus: Making memories like this...it’ll be something, won’t it?
Orion: ...it...could...but...
Megatronus: But? You sound as if it can never be...is everything alright, Orion?
Panel 2:
Megatron, narrating: You seem to realize more, as it goes on...you remember the moments, the seconds that could’ve changed things.
Orion, unevenly (he’s in pain): W-well if you’re serious...you’re....serious aren’t you, M-Megatronus? About...a-about....
Megatronus: Of course! What are you so tense about--
Panel 3:
Orion, suddenly looking urgent, moving closer to Megatronus: T-then listen for a moment, Megatronus...there’s something i-important...that I....have to...
Megatronus, taken aback: er..
Panel 4:
Megatronus, slightly worried and confused: Pax--
Orion, struggling: ...tell....that.....
Panel 5:
Megatron, narrating: I could barely hear him as he struggled to tell me something...
Panel 6:
[Orion makes a small noise of pain, ‘hh’]
Panel 7:
Orion, barely audible as he’s currently passing out: ...I.....love.....
Panel 8:
Megatronus, under his breath, surprised: What?
Panel 9:
Megatron, narrating: ...and then he fainted. Oh, how I ruminate over this moment.
Megatronus, startled (and worried) as Orion falls limply on top of him: Hey--ORION?!
Megatron, narrating: If I hadn’t been so dense, I’d have known what he meant to say, and perhaps...none of this would have happened...
Megatron’s possessive glare near the end of Season 1′s finale... That’s gonna haunt me.
That he’s angry that Optimus is reverted back to Orion. And then that Possessiveness that well.. I guess I’ll have to see exactly what that possessiveness is won’t I once season two arrives at my house.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers: Prime
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Megatron/Orion Pax
Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Orion Pax, Optimus Prime
Additional Tags: Grooming, Both in literal and predatory sense, ulterior motive
Summary:
Its just a cleaning. All this is is Megatron wishing to be alone with a dear friend whom he had not had in his company and safe haven in times too long past.
