Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Daylight Part 1(Megatron X Optimus/Orion)

A/N: I paid Optimus 15 packs of double-stuffed Oreos and Megatron with 30 family sized Caramel Pudding for this to be made, so y'all please show your support or they will...idk, beat the shit out of me. (At the very least, Megs will. Optimus's sweet :D)

ANYWAYS-

This is a special fanfic dedicated to 

Merry Christmas, and a very happy new year my friend~! This chapter is based on the TFP movie, after Optimus ...you know, jump off because he did what he had to. (sobbing)... I'm still not over it, so let's make something out of this scene :D

Please listen to Daylight by David Kushner for the feels ( I love this song sm you do not understand)

TW: suicidal thoughts, dark humor.

Edit: It's longer than I expected, so I've split it into two hehe :D

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Cybertron. Thriving.

If you told Megatron these two words are together in a sentence previously, he'd blast your helm off cleanly in one shot. Though, after watching his own body not listening to his commands and the mech forced to do the bidding of Unicron...well, he's willing to make a compromise with that statement. Nonetheless, he'd rather avoid the topic of Cybetron's regeneration.

Apparently, the subject of his homeworld's wellbeing is very sensitive. Not just because of his love for Cybertron, no.

It was the fond memories of his past that made him the way he is today.

The ruthless warlord was the very cause to his world's downfall, and he did not want to be reminded of it at all. In fact, seeing that his oldest nemesis had won the battle with the literal god of destruction made it hurt even more.

'Don't jump don't jump don't you fragging dare—'

The great Optimus made his leap of faith, officially ending not only the lifelong war, but also the lineage of Primes.

'COME BACK COME BACK NONONO—FUCK, OPTIMUS—!'

But Megatron could never voice his opinions out loud.

How could he?

The silver champion chose to exile himself for the mistakes he had made across his lifetime, wanting nothing but to rust in peace in some dead planet. Of course, the blood of deception still runs fresh within him, and he stayed close enough to witness the death of his friend...

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"...Friend?" Megatron looked down onto his palms. Those claws of his had maimed, murdered, abused countless Autobots and Decepticons alike. The very same ones that laid unrelenting punches on the mech he once claimed to be his very closest; the mech akin to his shadows. Optimus Prime was no mere friend of his.

Oh no, he was much more than that.

To be one of the sole witnesses to the Prime's sacrifice was nothing short of pain. The dull ache was spreading like wildfire throughout the mech's spark, taking a turn for the worse. The same one he had thought was snuffed off by the yellow scout back on Nemesis. Megatron thought it was impossible to be defeated, yet he stood corrected. Once more, he faced the reality of not having his way with the constant throb of agony inside as he watched the Wells of Allspark flourished with life as sparks pour out freely. His breath quickened, Megatron could only have his optics widened at the shocking scene.