Sorry for the delay but here it is the drawing for the third day! The prompts for this day were Ritual/Surrender and I choose ritual!, for this one we have IDW Megs and Op! What can be more intimate and special than painting each other bodies?, I imagine this a one of the conjunx ritus steps since is an intimate moment of sharing something special together, also of course Megs is mezmerized by having Optimus on his lap, so he can't stay still, messing around with Op 🥺❤️
(Also those four lines on Op's hips are Meg's grabby hands who couldn't stop from holding Op's hips while having his servos full of paint 🥰💜)
Additional thx to @cerebrocentric-bullet for suggesting using the painting patterns from Megatron's origin story comic, and to @mal-co-holic for help me to choose the color of the patterns 🥺💜
Here is the official account of the event! @megop ✨(where all the prompts are listed 🥰)
Hi! So, last year I made a joking post about how vague (and dramatic) some of these regular prompts can be - and for good reason, there are a lot of us writing! Well, in that joke post I made up some funny prompts, like "accidental kitchen explosion" and "a vacation to a pleasure planet goes awry when 700 robo-chickens storm the holo-courts". I decided it would be fun to match those joke prompts up with real ones, and the result was some fics people really seemed to love. So, this year, I'm asking folks to send in their own short prompts - funny or otherwise. If I can get seven, I'll match them up to the available real prompts and write away!
So - send me some one sentence prompts! Whatever you want! I'll take "spatula", I'll take "the garden is overrun by scraplets", I'll take whatever you want! I can't guarantee that I'll write it for this megop week, depending on how many people send me stuff, but if I don't I will promise to keep it in my prompt drawer for later.
Idiots in love, Enemies to Lovers, Established relationship, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
Summary: Optimus is being sneaky and Megatron is annoyed.
In the end, both of them get what they wanted
Also posted on: AO3
Check it out on ao3 if you want to see the Notes
Enjoy! ^^
Megatron leaned against the railing of the balcony and sighed.
It had been a rough decacycle, but luckily, it was his off shift tomorrow. If he had to listen to Starscream's screeching one more time, he would need to find himself a new SIC.
He had gotten home just in time to watch the sunset. It painted the horizon in colours that made it look ethereal. The balcony had the prefect view of the newly reconstructed parts of Iacon, which shone beautifully, a stark contrast to their still ruined counterparts. It never failed to make him proud to see the bots on the streets hard at work during the day and socialising during the night.
If Optimus was here, he would've let out one of his melancholic sighs as he tried and failed miserably at not being sentimental.
'Heh, always the fool.' Megatron thought to himself, chuckling softly. Where was his conjux anyway? He ought to have come home earlier than him. After all, he had slipped away from the last meeting for the day with some lousy excuse that he wasn't feeling well, and Megatron knew damn well that was a lie. The glitch refused to ever get sick, and it somehow always worked.
He contemplated on comming his mate, but decided against it, he wanted to catch him 'red handed' as those humans said.
Megatron huffed, he never understood Optimus' infatuation with those ugly little fleshings. They brought nothing but helmaches to them all.
It made him smirk, he could almost hear the defensive tone of his Prime as he valiantly defended the pests.
In the end he decided on reaching through their bond, feeling the emotions of his mate, which were...giddiness? What was Optimus up to?
His curiosity got the better of him
::What did you do?::
::Whatever do you mean, love?:: came the innocent sound of his lover's voice through the comm line.
::You know damn well what I mean, now spill it.:: his words held no actual malice aside from his annoyance. He was way too tired for this.
::Don't be a killjoy Megatron. You'll learn soon enough. Also, if you are hungry, don't wait for me.:: Optimus sent waves of reassurance and love through their bond, soothing Megatron's souring mood.
He chose to stop the conversation and instead wait for his mate's return. Slowly he made his way into the kitchen, taking a cube and filling it up almost to the brim, before moving to sprinkle a generous amount of tritium flakes. Hook would have his helm if he found out, but oh well, you only live once, right?
He sat himself on one of the stools around the island behind him and took out one of his personal datapads from his subspace. Might as well do something for himself.
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A joor later he heard the sound of the entrance door open, inviting in a suspiciously happy Optimus Prime with a plastic bag in servo.
"Look who decided to finally show up." teased Megatron, setting down his datapad and stylus.
"I got held up, apologies for that." He made his way to Megatron and kissed his helm crest.
"I see that you listened to me for a change." Remarked Optimus and set the bag on the counter right beside Megatron's empty cube, before making his way to the energon dispenser to make one for himself.
"Do pray tell Prime, what took so much of your time?" Megatron made no move to touch the bag, instead opting for a facade of indifference.
"A few days ago, I had to go to the hospital, remember?" Megatron gave a grunt in acknowledgement, urging him to continue.
"Well, on the way there I saw the most peculiar sight," Optimus made his way back to the counter and opened the bag, pulling out a box with a silver bow tie on it, "a confectionery shop." said the Prime happily.
"When I was heading back, I made detour and went in there. The owner told me that she had set up the place not too long ago and I ended up placing an order for today." He took the lid off of the box and gave it to his mate.
Inside there were quite a few different assortments of sweets, it took all of Megatron's self control not to drool all over them.
"What's the occasion?" asked the ex-warlord suspiciously, ever the cautious one, all the while not tearing his optics away from the candy.
"No occasion, I just remembered your love for everything sweet and decided to treat you to something nice." admitted Optimus and let his field wrap around his stunned mate, letting his unspoken feelings of adoration known. "After working so hard I thought that you deserved a reward."
Megatron looked at his Prime silently, contemplating him as he hesitantly took one of the green jelly-like sweets and popped it into his moth, he almost moaned at the sickeningly sweet taste of what was apparently a magnesium flavored one.
It had been so long since he'd had the chance to indulge with such things that he couldn't help but stuff another one of the candies into his intake, this time, one with a hard outer shell and a gooey inside, that tasted like lithium infused with cobalt.
Optimus settled on the stool right beside Megatron, sipping his energon silently as he admired the sight of his mate's optics, alight up with happiness.
'I ought to do this more often.' thought Optimus to himself.
After half the contents of the box had disappeared into Megatron's tank he finally slowed down. He leaned back on his stool and let out a content sigh while he nibbled on a bismuth covered copper cake.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Optimus as he took one of his Megatron's servos and intertwined it with his, stroking it with his thumb.
"Very much so." Admitted Megatron as he finally swallowed the remains of the treat in his servo. "Though I do wonder why you haven't touched a single one yourself."
"I didn't want to take one that you might enjoy, and besides," Optimus opened his subspace and took out another two boxes, "I brought plenty."
The way that his sparkmate's optics sparked with happiness made him feel like the luckiest mech on Cybertron. He took a few quick snapshots and saved them to a folder named 'Sparkmate: beloved'.
"Oh, how thoughtful of you." muttered Megatron, as he attacked the rest of the sweets with such viciousness, one would think they had done something to offend him.
Optimus let out a low chuckle, catching the attention of his mate whose intake was full of rust sticks. Megatron cocked a brow ridge at him, looking puzzled.
"It's nothing, I'm just reminiscing."
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The first time he got a glimpse of Megatron's love for sweets had been an accident.
It had happened some time after the official end of the war, the leaders and their entourage were wrapping up a trading deal with another species on their home planet.
Prowl had advised him against going and leaving Cybertron without its leaders, but he had persisted.
The aliens themselves had been very respectful, welcoming even. They had given them accommodations that were their size and had even supplied them with decent energon.
One late night he and Megatron had stayed up, arguing over some clause of the agreement, entirely inconsequential, but Megatron had persisted that it was important.
After joors of arguing, they finally came to something resembling an agreeable compromise. While Optimus was clearing out the carelessly discarded datapads, from the corner of his optic he saw Megatron reach for one of the sweets which the aliens had so kindly gifted them with.
He stared silently at his soon to be mate as he bit into the sweet.
If he had been a less observant mech he would've missed the way his frame had relaxed a fraction and his optics hooded. It had been a surprising sight, bit not an unwelcome one.
Megatron froze in place, seemingly remembering that he was not alone in the room. Optimus made the split nanoklik decision to play dumb, "Are you ready to go? We spent way too much time on this, and I wish to retire for the night.”
Megatron gave a grunt in response, grabbed his datapads and made his way to the door, not waiting for Prime.
When he knew that he was out of audialshot Optimus couldn't help but let out a chuckle. That had been an interesting reaction. He debated silently with himself whether he should try and replicate that again, this time on purpose.
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Optimus let his EM field envelop Megatron again, assuring him of the truthfulness of the statement. He only got a huff in return before the mech turned his attention back to the now almost empty box of sweets.
'Yes,' thought Optimus to himself, 'I really should do this more often.'
Hashtag wants to film something sweet with Megatron and Optimus as her main actors. Specifically, a recreation of their wedding. A nice gesture, though it helps to learn a bit about how Megatron and Optimus really got married.
The Malto property never had a dull day anymore. Or rather, their time in Witwicky never once began with a boring day. Currently, the Malto children dashed around their open property. Dot and Alex were out of town for Alex’s work conference, and it just so happened, the two had the best possible babysitters at their disposal.
And so, here Optimus and Megatron were, out in the front yard keeping careful eyes on all eight of the Malto siblings. Some were easier to handle than others, others, well, it was nice to have something like a challenge.
“Im gonna get you!!!” Twitch yelled out, following Jawbreaker and Thrash in a high-stakes game of tag. Thrash yelled back while Jawbreaker laugh. “Catch up then!!” In the next moment, Thrash turned to his bike form, dodging an upcoming tree branch. Jawbreaker was not so lucky running straight into the branch and stalling. At the same time, Twitch found her own difficulty trying to slow down before she accidentally crashed right into her brother.
Luckily, such a disaster did not happen, as Megatron pulled Twitch away carefully, while Prime placed a large metal hand over Jawbreaker's form. Megatron sighed, placing Twitch down gently. “Little bird, be careful. You almost hit your brother” while Prime tended to the other. “And Jawbreaker, please, be mindful of where you're going.”
The two terrans were set away from the area of the incident, already off to play again. Twitch hugged Megatron to the best of her ability, “Thanks Megatron!”
“Yeah! Thanks, Grandpa Prime!” Jawbreaker called out.
Optimus looked incredulously at that comment. “Grandpa?” Not that he minded holding such a position of safety for the young terran, but still, he wasn't that old, was he?
Megatron couldn't help but smirk, “I believe you heard the terran correctly.” oh he would certainly revel in this.
“Grandpa Megatron! Grandpa Megatron!” Two feminine voices called to them. Megatron’s eyes widened, and it was Optimus’ turn to snicker as the helicopter was given a taste of his own medicine. Megatron sneered, before recovering and speaking to the girls. “Yes, Morgan? Hashtag?”
Mo spoke up first, “Me and Hashtag wanna make a movie, and um, we were wondering–”
Hashtag’s enthusiasm boiled over as she interrupted, hopping on her pedes. “Can you both be in it, please? Please? Pplleeaassee?” She held up her little gifted necklace from Jawbreaker, catching a single frame of the two sitting there, “You guys would be perfect for the lead roles!”
Optimus couldn't help but chuckle, “Of course Hashtag. I always thought I had a certain movie star charm.” He smiled, electing another eye-roll from Megatron, and a round of giggles from the girls.
Megatron spoke soon enough, voicing his own agreement. “Sure thing, young ones. What exactly sort of movie are you making?”
Hashtag excitedly answered, “A romance movie! Eee Im so excited!!!” She smiled, as both she and Mo ran off to start preparing their set.
Megatron and Optimus only stared in surprise they were chosen for such a project. Megatron soon enough smirked, bumping Optimus’ shoulder. “Well then, let's get going movie star.” Before he stood and followed after the girls.
Optimus stayed seated for a moment, cheeks blushing over. A goofy smile crossed his face as he followed after them.
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Hashtag came up near the backside of the barn, all covered in little decorations here and there. Nightshade sat quietly, having volunteered to draw up backgrounds and make the decorations. They were halfway through sprucing up a small bouquet when they called out, “Ah! There are the stars!”
Hashtag smiled back as Optimus and Megatron stopped infront of the set. “Yup! You guys know how weddings work, right?”
Optimus answered, “Well yes, uh . . . is this already meant to be a wedding alter?” He tilted his head.
Mo spoke up soon after, “We didn't wanna get bored waiting for the big wedding scene.”
Nightshade stood up, now holding the bouquet to hand to Optimus. Optimus smiled, taking it up gently. “Thank you.” Megatron spoke up soon enough, “This is a human wedding, isn't it?” suddenly he wasn't so cheery about the scene. Not that he didn't want to participate for the children's sake, but rather, it got him thinking about things of the past.
Hashtag didn't seem to want to wait around. “Okay! Okay! C'mon, let's get to places!!” Despite her hope, it didn't really seem that she learned much about the finer notes of filmmaking, rushing everything. She moved Mo gently to position while waving for Optimus and Megatron to stand at the altar.
Hashtag stepped back, raising her camera, one Alex bought for her after the first incident. She spoke up, “Okay! So Mo’s gonna say a few words, and then when she looks at either one of you, all you have to say is I do! Got it?”
Optimus decided to make a little joke, “I do!”
Hashtag only shook her head. “No no, not yet! Uh, anyway, Action!” She said out loud, clicking the camera on.
Mo cleared her throat as she began to speak her lines:
“Dear Optimus Prime, do you take Megatron to be your awfully–lawfully wedded husband?”
Optimus glanced for a moment at Hashtag, who simply waved off the line goof. “We can fix that in post!” She gave a thumbs-up for the scene to continue.
“I do.” He finished.
Mo then turned her gaze to Megatron. “And do you Megatron, take Optimus Prime to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
Megatron was a bit late. “Oh uh, yes.” His eyes darted back and forth before Hashtag spoke. “CUT!” And soon the techy bot walked forward to her two actors. “Megatron, what was that!?”
Megatron spoke lightly. “I apologize, Hashtag. I just seemed to be a bit in the clouds. We could go again, hm?”
Hashtag answered, a bit down. “Do you . . . wanna do the scene?” Her little optics seemed so sad.
Megatron nodded, “What? Yes yes, of course I do, for you. All of this is something I’m not used to.” He looked around at the decorations and altar set up.
Now, that had left a bit of a confused look on all the kids' faces. Mo tilted her head, walking over to stand next to Hashtag. “Not used to? But you and Grandpa Prime are married, aren’t you?”
Megatron chuckled again, catching Optimus' own smile, now it was Optimus' turn to chime in. “We are, yes. But the way we did it was a bit different from how humans would get married.”
Nightshade was next to stand next to their sisters. “How so?”
Megatron and Optimus looked at each other, kneeling down to be a bit closer to the kids as they explained.
“Well instead of it being called a wedding, we went through something called the Conjunx Ritus. It was a tradition we brought from Cybertron.”
Megatron added, “And instead of calling each other wives or husbands, we would call each other conjunx endura.”
Nightshade reacted with joy at the new knowledge. “Conjunx Endura? What a fun title!”
Hashtag chimes in, “So-so what would you guys do?”
Optimus tapped his chin gently. “Well, there were four parts to it.”
And after a quick explanation, an idea began brewing in Hashtag's helm.
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**The Act of Intimacy**
Hashtag angled the camera just a bit too close to Megatron and Optimus's faces as she yelled from behind the camera. “Now kiss!”
Optimus spoke gently. “Hashtag, it doesn't necessarily need to be a kiss. It could just be a hug or hand holding–” his words quickly evaporated as Megatron leaned in and placed a quick kiss right on the cheek. The kids behind the camera giggled once it happened, and harder after Optimus; mask snapped closed from the sheer surprise.
Megatron let out his own chuckle as he redirected the moment. ”Alright alright, onto the next rite.”
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**The Act of Disclosure**
Megatron spoke candidly to the camera, though a bit wishy-washy about the subject. “I once uh . . .”
Hashtag spoke up from behind the camera, “Go on!”
Megatron shifted trying again. “I once . . . sat on the Lincoln Memorial.”
A brief silence overtook the group as Megatron reinforced his sentence. “I took off the Lincoln statue itself and I sat on the memorial.” Optimus soon poked his head into the frame waving around an old picture. “It's true! Here’s the proof!”
Megatron reached out frantically, “Prime you give that back or so help me—!!!”
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**The Act of Proff–Preff- The Act of Gift Giving**
Optimus examined the toy axe in his hands carefully, finials lowering for a moment in confusion. “The one Megatron initially gave me was, uh, much bigger than this.” He squished it gently in his servos, producing an EEP EEP sound.
He looked towards the camera. “And it uh, certainly didn't squeak like this either.”
Nightshade’s voice piped up, “It's kind of all we can work with right now.”
Optimus nodded, “Oh well then.” he smiled again at the camera, squeaking the axe again. “I love it.”
EEP EEP !
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**The Act of Selflessness**
Mo tilted her head a bit rotating the camera from her face to Optimus and Megatron. “Im, um, not really sure how to film this one.”
Hashtag’s voice called out, grabbing their attention. “I got this!!!” And soon enough, in her van form, Hashtag sped up, aiming to crash right into Optimus Prime’s leg, before Megatron moved him backward from the collision.
All joking in the moment as Optimus let out a soft laugh. Soon enough, the red and blue autobot looked up to see Nightshade swooping down near Megatron’s head. “Duck!” He spoke, pushing Megatron’s helm down so Nightshade wouldn't have their own crash landing.
Down on the ground, Hashtag transformed back into her robot mode and cheered. “Woohoo!! See? You guys *selflessly* protected each other!” She took the camera gently from her sister and aimed it at their faces once more. “I now pronounce you Conjunx Endura!”
The kids cheer behind the camera, Megatron moving to wrap an arm around Optimus, bumping each other's helms close. Hashtag spoke up again, a bit more meek. “Was that-was that good?”
Optimus spoke sincerely, “That was perfect. Just like reliving our actual ritus.”
“Really?!”
“Hmm. More or less.”
