When Megatron discovers he's sparked with Optimus's sparkling its already a few months in. The bump was so small making difficult for the carriage to be detected. Despite the tiny hiccup both Optimus and Megatron are excited to meet their little bitty. By the end of the carriage Megatron has hardly changed. The bump on his tanks was now the size what would be a 1st trimester, for a normal warframe and the war lord was still fairly active despite being due any day now.
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This is so cute blushy
Megs just wakes up to a cramp & boom.
There goes the sparkling.
Optimus has to hold them because Megatron is terrified he will crush them
Last window patches were made, track numbers created and they will be brought to post office tomorrow. Packages for those who ordered residual pins also been sent already.
For those who missed but would want to grab something, they are still available in my bigcartel store.
i'm just imagining the mcprime universe but dreadwing still comes in late and he's just. "?????????????????????????" upon arriving to earth with the beanie babies everywhere and wondering why megatron locks himself in his (streaming) room and the muffled screaming (defending himself from the trolls of course) that comes from it. also soundwave laid down in the middle of the bridge face down and hasn't moved in 5 days. wandering into a conversation about a "fort night" like the eggman reaction image 'what are you two FUCKING talking about?"
"My Lord!" Dreadwing shouts. He emerges onto the bridge of the Nemesis with a sigh. Oh, how long it has been since he has walked these halls and gazed upon the proud and noble Lord Megatron.
Dreadwing steps forward and--
💖live, love, laugh, lord💖
The sign. It mocks him. Dreadwing looks around at the disturbing amount of heart-shaped chalkboard signs hung from every conceivable surface upon the Nemesis.
"Um," he says. It is the only thing that he can say.
"Excuse me," a voice says from near his pedes. He looks down and--
"What?!"
There is a fleshie near his pedes. She blinks up at him.
"Ummmmmm?" The human clicks her tongue. She's holding a bowl with decorative twine balls. "I'm the designer redecorating here and you are in the way." She shuffles past him, puts her decorations down, and then walks off.
Dreadwing shudders. The floor shakes as Megatron enters the bridge.
He instantly bows before Megatron. "Lord! The bridge has been overrun with vermin and their accursed decorations!" Dreadwing unsheathes his sword. "Let me restore the honor of this fine ship--"
Megatron gasps and stumbles back. He is holding a camera and zooms it in on his faceplate. "what? dreadwing, you dare disapprove of my mid-century modern glam décór?"
Dreadwing's mouth go dry. "'Decor?'"
Megatron points at the most horrifying thing Dreadwing has ever seen in his entire function.
"cheep. speak."
Dreadwing shudders again. "My Lord? Why is there a plush avian gazing up at me?"
"that 'plush avian' is your COMMANDER"
Now Dreadwing is the one recoiling. "My Lord! You are clearly under some influence, perhaps some brainwashing!"
"my thoughts have never been clearer. is that not right, cheep?"
Cheep stares.
Megatron nods sagely. "she has spoken." Megatron gasps as the chat pings. "'she hasn't said shit'? gah! starscream is in the stream. the haters are in the chat! oh, dreadwing, i'm glad you're here. the twitch chat is so rude. so callous. how dare they be this way? i need a moderator."
Dreadwing steps back.
Megatron claps his servos. "cheep has a point. you are very good at being able to tell when people are acting crazy. aren't you, dreadwing?"
"..."
"yes. you are. very much so. cheep insists that you be my chat moderator. i gave starscream this job but i think he just became one of the trolls. are you not grateful for this fine promotion, dreadwing?"
Dreadwing slowly nods. He will uncover the source of his lord's insanity and save him from the brainwashing he is obviously under. It is the only possible explanation as to why Megatron is like... this.
"Yes, thank you for this duty, Lord Mega--"
"gaaAAAAAH" Megatron shouts. "do not thank me! thank cheep!"
Dreadwing gulps. "Thank you, ah... Commander Cheep." Dreadwing says slowly, deliberately, as if every syllable requires monumental effort to utter.
Megatron gasps. "oooh! new twine balls." He struts off. "i am off into my chat stream room. do not come in when i am streaming." He walks inside.
Instant muffled screaming is heard behind the doors.
Groaning softly Rodimus would stir awake to the sound of his phone buzzing. Lazily swinging his arm out he fumbled around with the charger before finally turning on his phone. He was greeted by a string of messages and missed calls from Optimus asking to see where he was, it was far to early to talk with his dad.
"Everything alright love?" Megatron quietly grumbled as he wrapped his arms around Rodimus's waist pulling him close.
"Mhm" The red head sluggishly nodded s he snuggled closer. "Its just my old man. I don't know why he has to call so early..."
Megatron chuckled softly before placing gentle kisses on those freckled cheeks. "He's just worried about you, though I can agree with you about the early phone calls"
Rodimus would softly giggle as he buried his face into the crook's of the older mans neck. Using his free hand he would slowly trace the swirl chest tattoos, letting the familiar patten calm him and his thoughts allowing them to wander. While he knew there wasn't anything wrong with dating a slightly older man, he was worried what Optimus would think if he found out his son was seeing his best friend. That's one talk he really wants to avoid but its getting harder the more he falls deeply in love with Megatron. For now he can just snuggle close, rest his head on that scared chest and softly listen to the gentle heart beat and wispy breath.
Papa optimus ever finds out he’s going to be soooo grumpy and pissy at megatron and so disappointed in rodimus.
Rodimus is not his favorite so he doesn’t get the worst of Optimus’s protection. Thats bee hehe
Man thinking of some super Angsty ideas where Rodimus has a PTSD attack.
The attack happened when the LL lost power thanks to one of Brainstorm's experiments, so while the elections work on getting the lights back on everyone is stumbling around the ship in the dark. As for Rodimus he was heading to the bridge to help Magnus and Megatron with sorting out data pads and backing up important files.
However when Rodimus was half way towards the bridge the door suddenly opened reviling a giant and eerie familiar silhouette. His spark quickened as he froze on the spot while his optics locked onto the deep burning red. His whole frame shook as his breathing got shallow and rapid, all Rodimus could do was stare down Megatron and wait...wait for the mech to pull the trigger, to kill him again. He can't hear Megatron calling out his name or the sound of second pede steps coming up next to him, all he knows is that he's back in that base staring down the barrel of a fusion canon and those red burning optics.
Its not until the lights flicker back on and the large but comforting servo of Ultra Magnus on his shoulder finale snap Rodimus back into reality. With a gasp he turns to look at Magnus who's sporting a frown much deeper than his normal scowl.
"Captain, are you alright?"
"No..."
With a choked sob Rodimus suddenly buries his face into Magnus's chassie drawing a startled gasp from the blue mech who quickly and awkwardly hugs the red mech close. Magnus quickly shares a concerned look with Megatron who is already pulling up his commes and calling Ratchet. In the meantime all Rodimus can do is softly sob and wheep as he waits for the medic, while also trying not to remember the day he became a Prime...the day Hot Rod of Nyon died.
This is so sad and lovely. I wish more ppl made Rodimus suffer the loss of his people and his own death :)
