Story One Shots and ideas

~ Silent Mercy ~

Woot Woot! Incoming G A Y inspired by some art from a twitter user I can't share because they also draw 18+ shenanigans so just pm me if u wanna know said artist.

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Weak

That's what Prime thought, as he sat there upon the earth below, battered up, bleeding, his armour scratched and dented, energon dripped from the side of his helm, his denta softly gritted behind his battle mask, his optics struggled to stay open as an unknown being stood some ways away from the prime, who seemingly cackled at his achievement of bringing the Prime almost minutes from death, his vision blurred, unable to see what was moving around him, only a mash of shapes and moving colours.

Megatron, the warlord, the mech against the very prime, stumbled upon the weakened prime, flying someways up high, and dove down, transforming mid decent and landing on his peds with a loud, echoing thud in the dark ravine that this happened to take place in. He knelt down to the bleeding mech, unseen by the cackling adversary some ways behind him. his helm so close to the primes, he could hear the dripping of energon, he could feel his sparkbeat dwindling with every passing second, his velvet red optics widened as he suddenly felt an emotion he hadn't felt in the millions of years, ever since the war began. Sympathy. Worry. Sadness. A groan from the prime snapped him from his thoughts, his sharp denta gritted so hard, energon silently dripped down from his own mouth.

"M-Mega...tron..." Optimus barely groaned out, his voice sounding dead, weak, forced out. The warlord listened to him without a word, as the prime struggled to string together a single coherent sentence. "W-Why... won't you kill... me?" The prime finally breathed out as a single, soft tear slowly trickled down his scarred cheek and fell onto the earth below, his optics shutting off, his frame fell limply against the silver chassis of the warlord. Instinctively, he wrapped an arm around the prime, holding him close to his chassis. Rage clouded his processor. He looked over his shoulder with hatred in his optics.

"How Dare You..."

Moments later, he gently placed Optimus down upon the ground, and stood up, turning around to face this... cruel, distasteful mech. This disheartening mech uttered no words, he had no time to, before he was cut down by the warlords mighty blade. His legs crumpled to the earth, his upper torso now spurting energon out as it lay limply, covered in dirt and sand. Megatron then returned to the Prime's side, gently hoisting him up in his arms. "Soundwave, I need a groundbridge. Inform Knockout to prepare the medical bay, immediately." Megatron seemingly hissed into his comms. Seconds later, a swirling portal appeared, not a second later did the warlord step through with his arch enemy in his arms...

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Light.

Optimus groaned softly, he just wanted to recharge, but he felt a blaring light above him. He blinked, opening his optics and shielding himself with a shaky, raised servo from the light above him. Why was it so bright? It hurt his tired optics, his vision still somewhat blurred. The light dimmed after a few moments. 'Thank Primus...' His thoughts groaned for him, as he rested his arm back down...
Wait a minute. He was... alive?
Optimus began to wake up a bit faster, he remembered the unknown mech, he remembered bleeding out slowly, dying, overwhelming amounts of pain that just made him want to fall into recharge, but he didn't want to die, not then and there. He remembered Megatron. Saving him. Maybe? It was all a blur. The Prime glanced around, he was on a medical berth, in a purple tinted room. The Nemesis... what was he doing here? Who had dimmed the lights? "Ah, your awake, good good. I had worried you wouldn't make it through the night." Knockout. His voice startled the prime, his audio receptors rang, why was it so loud, too? Optimus spotted the red medic nearby, datapad in servo. "Relax, Megatron gave me strict orders not to do anything sick to you." He seemed distasteful with this. Odd...

Optimus tried to speak, but he only groaned. He sighed and just gave up on trying to ask any questions right now. Suddenly the doors to the hallways opened up, a familiar voice rung out through the room. "Knockout, is he awake?" Optimus froze. "Yes, my liege, and doing well so far." "Good, can you give us a moment?" No. "Of course." NO. The Warlord and the Autobot leader were soon all alone in this room. Optimus thought Megatron wanted to do the sick things himself, or end him there, but why would he have him repaired? Optimus heard the warlord approach and closed his optics, too tired to try and care anymore. He flinched as he felt a sharp, cold, but gentle servo wrap around his own. It seemed so tender and soft, coming from the mech who destroyed so many lives. He could not help but return the gesture, weakly wrapping his digets around the silver mechs own servo. They sat there like this for what felt like hours.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Optimus finally huffed out, opening his optics and looking up into the warlords own optics. Megatron glanced back down at him, they were still holding servos. "Why would I?" Optimus raised an optic ridge. "After countless battles, years of war waged and thousands of our kind lost, you spare me in my weakest moment, saving me from the mech who nearly took your kill." "I don't know, alright? I felt things." he snapped softly, as to not hurt the prime's audio receptors. "Felt what?" Megatron paused, looking down, away from the mech below him, and soon answered truthfully. "Worry. Sympathy. Feelings of good. I... I didn't want to loose you then and there, I didn't want to just watch you die, knowing I outlived you because of some blasted mech." He tightened his grip on the prime softly. "I felt guilty, too. Guilty that I would normally have finished you off myself, not to end your suffering, but so I could claim your death as my own doing. I knew if I saved you, I'd technically have another chance at ending your selfless life. But that wasn't what drove me to save you, what drove me was..." ... "Was what? What exactly could stop you from ending me now...?" . . . "Love."

Optimus froze. "L-love?" "Yes. Since the very first time my optics spotted you in the Iakon hall of records, sorting datapads and chatting with Alpha Trion, I couldn't help but want you. Love you. Wish to hold you. But due to cybertronians distaste towards something like that, I couldn't then, but I can now." They locked optics again, Megatron looking saddened. "A-and I don't expect those feelings to be returned, but-" Suddenly the warlord was pulled down enough for the prime to kiss the warlord deeply, just to shut up his rant. Without a second thought, Megatron embraced this moment, and the kiss, and they sat there for a few moments, before separating and blushing softly. "I love you too, now shut up and help me." Optimus huffed in annoyance, although he still held the warlords servo, the warlord pulled him to his peds and they once again kissed, this time hugging much closer then before. Peace at last...

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Bonus paragraph!

"YOU TWO DID WHAT?!" Optimus' team yelled, the prime flinched then sighed. "We fragged. And I'm sparked with twins from what Knockout says." Bee proceeded to faint, Arcee lost her voice, Bulkhead sat there, now blue screened, and Ratchet just made confused noises. Optimus chuckled while Megatron cuddled him from behind. "Told you they wouldn't take it well." Megatron whispered. "I know, but we'll sort it out after we end the war." He inquired back.

:V 1300+ words.