#megop fic

[theblueblazes]

Their asses are not working ‼️

Out of context spoilers for chapter 8 of Second Chances, I'm soooo sorry for the wait!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[lyannaripper]

I'm sorry but as an adult who has been a transformers fan that followed all continuities and universes in an unhealthy amount of level if I don't smell even a sniff of gayness in any of their interactions then this is not even transformers what is wrong with you

[weldingmetal]

Possible fic ideas for transformers

So like I have a few ideas for some docs I want to do so I am just gonna voice them here.

Most of these are Megop fic ideas so bare with me.

Megs Reincarnated

So like what if at some point in the war Megatron died but because he was on space crack he couldn’t join the allspark/well so Primus sent his spark to live again in the hopes that over time his spark would be purged overtime. Megs becomes a human woman and eventually meet Optimus. Hijinks ensues.

I also thought about doing a shattered glass version of this as well.

After Primasy

So what if Optimus met Megatron after he became a prime. This was inspired by two fic I saw on Ao3. I can’t remember what they were called but I will write the names when I can.

Miko Plays Cupid

After Miko gets captured by Megs she learns things about before the war but things don’t add up. After she is rescued and asks Op some things she realizes that there were some major misunderstandings that were and still are the cause of the continuing war. So she decided that the best way to resolve this was to play match maker. What could go wrong.

Can You Feel It Shockwave?

What if Shockwaves emotions canes back after an experiment gone wrong? I have a theory that shadowplay didn’t take away everything but left what emotion he had that was strongest, a sick and twisted form of curiosity and everything else was repressed. Then what happens when he gets them back? I plan for this to be very angsty. Can’t comfort them unless they’re broken right?

Twelve Kids, Twelve Primes

What if team prime had twelve kids to care for and through some kind of hijinks they found out that the kids were twelve reincarnated primes.

Some smaller fic ideas include

G1 bots finding out humans have valves/spikes

Bots finding out about car washes

Miko being a little troublemaker and adopting all the vehicons

Soundwave making a soundboard

Stabby by the roomba. Enough said.

Bots finding out about nuclear weapons and atom bombs.

Bots finding out humans can feel when you look at them.

Now if you want to use any of theses all I ask is that you tag or tell me so I can look over the counter as you use my fic recipes to create delicious fics that I will grab and consume like a feral animal.

[gablunker]

Merry Christmas to all! Thank you for the small support and have a nice Christmas and New Year! ^^

[friedriceandmalice]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers One (2024) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime, Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Energon (Transformers), Ice Cream, Pre-War, Pre-Transformers One (2024) Summary:

A new food craze swept Iacon that season, and Orion Pax and D-16 wanted to have a taste. If it meant beating the heat, they would happily indulge in it. Now, if only a bot were not so clumsy while delivering their frozen energon to their seats.

[spreadwardiard]

Home is Where You Are p2

First part here

Summary: Megatronus comes home after a fight to his new home in Iacon, excited to reunite with his conjunx.

Megatronus was in a foul mood when he stepped off the transport platform and into the streets of lower Iacon. His trip back to Kaon hadn’t gone exactly as planned. He’d won his fight, of course, but the joy of victory felt hollow when combined with the rest of his visit. Just as he had expected, many of his followers were ill at ease over his relocation to Iacon, and they had made their displeasure known. 

It mattered little to them when he explained the political reasons for the change. They only saw it as him running off with his higher caste lover to live in luxury while they lamented with their scraps.  They were wrong, of course, but that didn’t stop them from asking questions and doubting his sincerity as their leader. It was a pain in his aft, but one he couldn’t afford to ignore. 

Their hab wasn’t even luxurious, especially by Iaconian standards.  It was in the lower levels, in a section of the city reserved for manual laborers. Its proximity to the docks meant that there was little peace. Shipments came in all throughout the cycle with little regard for the resident's recharge needs, and the ground shook periodically when the largest of transport trucks took their goods from the docks into central Iacon. Combine that with the relatively high crime rate in the area, and he may as well have been in a mid-tier neighborhood in Kaon. In Iacon, this was a slum. 

The few saving graces it offered were an affordable price, fast access to the transport station and the size of the habs available. Orion had refused to budge on that last issue. Megatronus was used to shoving his large frame into spaces too small for him, but Orion insisted on finding something they could both fit comfortably in. 

Megatronus rounded the corner and ex-vented heavily as their hab came into view. He wanted to force the foulness of his mood aside before he made it home. The last thing he wanted was for Orion to ask him what was wrong, especially when all he wanted to do was kiss the mech senseless and forget about his woes. He could think about them all tomorrow, hopefully after a sensual reunion with his conjunx and a well deserved recharge in his own berth. 

The thought finally brought a smile to his face as he punched in their lock code. There was absolutely nothing that would ruin the rest of this evening for him. He stepped inside, eager to greet his little archivist. 

He only got two steps past the door before his pedes were suddenly out from under him. Megatronus didn’t even have time to brace himself. His helm crashed back against the door and his aft hit the ground with a soft thud, cushioned only by the sound proofed padded tiles that lined the floor of the whole hab. 

The gladiator groaned and gritted his dentae together as the stars assaulting his optical inputs subsided. His would-be assassin lie scrunched up at his pedes: the custom-made rug bearing his movement’s logo that Orion had surprised him with as a homecoming gift when they had first moved into this place. The same rug that had been torturing him ever since they had put it on the blasted floor. 

Megatronus snatched the offending hunk of imported fabric in a rage, ready to rip it into a million tiny pieces. He didn’t know why the rug had it out for him. No one else had any problems walking over it. It was only he who it seemed to target with its mythical ability to take a mech to the floor. 

The soft, purple and black mesh seemed so unassuming in his servos… so easy to shred for its continued insults to his pride. But that would upset Orion… He in-vented deeply, and squeezed the rug in a momentary death grip before tossing it to the side. It wasn’t worth upsetting Orion over and ruining his first night back home. 

After hauling himself back up onto his pedes, he spared a glance back at the door, which had a brand-new helm shaped dent marring its otherwise pristine surface. Slag... He’d have to call someone to fix that before Soundwave saw it. He’d never hear the end of it if his spymaster knew he was still tripping over that fibrous death trap. 

Megatronus forced the thoughts from his mind. His war with the rug would resume another cycle. The lights were dimmed in their living area, and Orion was nowhere to be seen. It was late, he probably hadn’t waited up, which was disappointing, but understandable. At least he hadn’t been up to hear him slamming his helm into the door. 

He snorted at the thought. It would have been embarrassing for Orion to see him taken down by a rug. This was a small blessing, no matter how disappointing it was that he wouldn’t be having the reunion he’d fantasized about. This was fine. It just meant that the next morning would be that much more fun. 

He flicked the lights completely off in the living room before he turned down the hallway. Recharge sounded nice, now that he thought about it. The door opened for him, automatically, and he couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face as his optics settled on Orion Pax draped over the desk at the window, deep in recharge. 

It took only a glance to see that he had dozed off while looking over one of Megatronus’ upcoming speeches. His Archivist was ever dutiful to him and their cause. He should have expected to find him here, like this. 

Love wasn’t something that Megatronus was great at expressing. He wasn’t an overtly affectionate mech, and when he was, it came off more as possessive. He also wasn’t all that great at verbally expressing his more tender emotions. Orion made it seem natural and easy. Orion could turn the normal task of editing into a declaration of devotion without uttering a single glyph.

The best that he could do was a clumsy attempt at gentleness as he scooped his Conjunx out of the chair and into his arms, grimacing as Orion’s helm clanked softly against his chassis, before slipping him as carefully as he could onto the berth. Orion didn’t budge from his slumber, and Megatronus huffed a quiet chuckle at that. No one recharged deeper than Orion Pax. 

He was lucky. He could admit that. Everyone knew Orion deserved better, including himself. Some were brave enough to even say so to his face. Even though Orion Pax insisted that he was exactly where he wanted to be, Megatronus found it difficult to shrug off his insecurities regarding the matter. 

He rounded the berth, and dimmed the lights to the lowest setting before finally allowing himself to lie down beside his beloved. He pressed a single kiss to the crest of Orion’s helm before tucking him against his frame, the way he knew Orion liked. Megatronus had missed him more than he would be able to say out loud and judging by how Orion had instinctually nuzzled into him, he’d missed him too. 

It was good to be home.

[whatwooshkai]

since I just posted the last chapter- here are three mini scenes I wanted to add in, but didn't fit anywhere. I've had them written for a while, so I figured I'd share:

"Who gave you this?" Optimus brushes his thumb over the scar that slices across Megatron's optic. Megatron gives him a tired smile. "You."

(suggestive)

“Say it in your sexy voice.” “No.” “Please? Just this once. Then I’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Optimus rolls his optics. “Do not make promises you cannot keep, Megatron.” Megatron gives him a toothy grin. “I’ll keep this one. Don’t worry!” Suddenly, Optimus shoves Megatron down so his back smacks against the berth, hard, and Optimus leans above him, taking a second to bask in the sight of Megatron's optics glowing in the shadow his frame casts over him. “I am going to fuck you till you forget your own name,” Optimus growls in his audial, using his authoritative voice (or his “sexy voice”, apparently), pressing their chests together.  Megatron doesn’t answer, his fans kicking on as he stares up at the Prime. Optimus’ finials press back, and he quickly pulls away. “I am sorry, too much?” Megatron makes a strangled noise in his throat. “You shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep, sugarcube.”

“Primus, your voice is so sexy. You could probably get me to overload just by talking to me," Megatron groans, burying his face in his hands. “Is that something you want to try?” Optimus tucks his hands into his lap, tilting his helm. “Absolutely not," Megatron snaps, glaring at Optimus between his fingers. "That’s pathetic. I would never live it down.”

[lord-squiggletits]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Megatron, Orion, and friends make a battle plan. Megatron comes home to speak to his people.

I'm finally back from my TF/MegOP hiatus and am back with another chapter of the BATB AU! Yaaaaaaayyyy!!