It started out innocent.
Mostly.
After the war, when meetings between Autobots and Decepticons were tense but necessary, Optimus had quietly, very quietly, invented a system.
Whenever Megatron got that look — all smug, smugger-than-he-had-any-right-to-be — Optimus’ restraint thinned dangerously.
The solution? A secret code.
"Megatron, we need to debrief in private." Translation, 'I am about to lovingly drag you to the nearest berthframe before I short-circuit in front of everybody.''
And so far... It had worked flawlessly.
Every time Optimus said those words, Megatron would stiffen slightly, optics flickering wide—then immediately nod in that "I know exactly what you mean and I am absolutely not about to die of excitement, no sir" way.
Both of them would excuse themselves with utmost dignity...
...and ten kliks later, they'd be passionately tangled together behind a locked door somewhere.
Today was no different.
They were sitting in a joint peace council meeting, the chamber stiflingly hot, tension so thick it could have been used to patch hull breaches.
Megatron was lounging in his chair, sprawled, arrogant, looking far too pretty for Optimus’ nerves to endure.
Every smirk, every lazy stretch of his frame across the armrests... it was unbearable.
Optimus’ servo twitched against the datapad in his lap.
He cleared his intake quietly. Leaned over. And in a low, unbearably polite voice murmured, "Megatron, we need to debrief in private."
Megatron jolted like he’d been struck by lightning.
Starscream, halfway through a smug speech about Energon rations, barely glanced up.
"Of course," Megatron said stiffly, rising from his chair with textbook nonchalance.
Optimus followed, offering a tight nod to the others.
"Pardon us. Important discussion."
No one batted an optic. Business as usual.
The door slid shut behind them with a satisfying hiss.
Outside, in the empty hallway...
The second they were alone, Megatron whirled on him, optics bright.
"You unbelievable menace," he hissed, visibly fighting a grin. "You couldn’t wait until after the meeting?"
Optimus smiled sheepishly, venting slowly to calm himself.
"You were distracting," he said simply. "It felt... urgent."
Megatron opened his mouth—probably to say something scathing—and instead let out a tiny squeak when Optimus took his hand.
Not dragging. Not rough.
Just gently entwining their fingers, tugging Megatron along with soft, coaxing touches as they briskly, inconspicuously disappeared down the hall.
They passed a few low-ranked Vehicons and Autobots.
No one noticed anything strange. Just two leaders—walking quickly, whispering, looking very serious.
Totally normal.
Totally not two mechs about to find the nearest locked storage room and “debrief” so thoroughly the walls would need to be sanitized.
Megatron pressed his back to the closed door, vents already hitching.
Optimus stood in front of him, helm bowed shyly, huge hands resting hesitantly on Megatron’s hips.
"You’re sure this isn’t... disruptive?" Optimus murmured, cheeks heating with embarrassment. "We can stop if you—"
"If you stop now," Megatron rasped, gripping his arms tightly, "I will throw you onto the floor myself."
Optimus made a soft, pleased sound, venting warmly against Megatron’s neck cables.
"You’re very beautiful when you’re impatient," he mumbled sweetly.
Megatron’s vents hitched.
Then, with the gentlest possible touch for someone his size, Optimus scooped Megatron into his arms, cradling him like a treasure—like he weighed nothing—and carried him carefully to the makeshift berth stacked against the wall.
Megatron made a scandalized noise, half-heartedly pounding his fists against Optimus’ chest.
"Put me down properly, you ridiculous—"
"No," Optimus whispered against his audio, utterly earnest. "You’re precious."
Megatron’s whole frame shuddered, armor flushing a light purple at the edges.
And when Optimus laid him down and kissed him — slow, reverent, careful — Megatron forgot entirely about pouting.
He melted under every careful touch, every quiet, worshipful whisper against his plating. Leaning into the sugar sweet adoration with a joy he would not yet admit.
Back to the meeting a few hours later.
Optimus entered first, datapad in hand, helm dutifully bowed.
Megatron followed, looking absolutely glowing and a smirk tugging at his lips.
Starscream glanced up, suspicious.
"...You missed the entire second budget report," he sneered.
Megatron sniffed loftily. "We were discussing matters of critical importance."
Starscream narrowed his optics.
Meanwhile, Ratchet leaned toward Ironhide and muttered under his breath, "How much you wanna bet 'debriefing' means something completely inappropriate?"
Later, in their quarters.
Optimus shyly bumped their shoulders together, cheeks glowing with quiet pride.
"Did I do okay?" he mumbled bashfully.
Megatron grunted, pulling him down into a languid kiss.
"You’re perfect," he whispered.
And Optimus, relieved and delighted, immediately started plotting when he could "debrief" Megatron again.
Maybe tomorrow.
Or maybe right now.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65052856/chapters/167277712
The winner of the last AU poll was an arranged marriage AU. Info about winning au. https://www.tumblr.com/oblivious-prime-opmeg-au/781317548414205952/note?source=share
Scroll below the poll and it will explain each numbered option in a sentence or so.
- A post-war peace treaty requires Optimus and Megatron to live together for one whole month as a symbolic show of unity. They agree to live together for mutual benefits post war. (Both agree and claim it's for beneficial reasons such as being able to easily talk about serious faction matters quickly, conserves time, etc.. they really just both like each other.)
- During a Decepticon high council meeting, Starscream mocks Megatron for being single. In a fit of rage, Megatron blurts out that he does have a partner, a conjux—Optimus, and throws the table at the offending mech. Problem? They’re not even dating, let alone fragging married.
They're both "reluctant Cybertronian royalty" and are forced into an arranged marriage to save their houses. Megatron plans to murder his way out. Optimus plans to nobly suffer through it. Neither expects to be absurdly thirsty for each other after the first five minutes.
- A mishap in Shockwave’s lab flings Megatron into a possible future. Megatron accidentally time travels and sees a future where he's married to Optimus.
After an accident involving a malfunctioning Space Bridge, Optimus and Megatron switch bodies. They’re horrible at pretending to be each other. Starscream immediately knows something’s wrong when "Megatron" smiles and says "please." Meanwhile, the Autobots grow suspicious when "Optimus" threatens to punt a High-Caste into the sun.
Somehow Optimus and Megatron get temporarily sparkling-ified. Now they're tiny, adorablr, and clinging to each other. The Autobots and Decepticons have to form a truce to babysit them while baby Optimus aggressively headbutts anyone who touches baby Megatron. Surprisingly Megatron is the epitome of sweetness while Optimus is a gremlin sparkling.
A sparkling from the future shows up ...and calls Megatron and Optimus their parents. They're horrified. Everyone else is thrilled. Ratchet and Soundwave name themselves honorary uncles. Shockwave wants to study the sparkling. Bumblebee sets up a "Baby Watch" committee.
Cybertron’s new peace agreement includes a dating app to encourage unity. Optimus and Megatron both sign up under fake names. They match instantly. They keep flirting online anonymously...while absolutely hating each other in real life. Until they agree to meet up.
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This is the premise of something im drafting.
In the newly unified Cybertron, tensions are slowly easing between former enemies. Peace is fragile but progressing—until an anonymous screenplay is leaked, and surfaces across every data feed, library terminal, and entertainment outlet. Its content? A steamy, dramatic romance depicting none other than Optimus Prime and Megatron as star-crossed lovers.
Lol I was cackling at this, @tldaydreamer, mentioned about writing fanfictions in screenplay format. Although this isn't technically what they mentioned it inspired this post.
Scroll below the poll and it will explain each numbered option in a sentence or so.
I’d be happy to hear more AU ideas if anyone wants to share ideas in the comments!
Note:
I will be posting about the winning au in the following blog.
Winning A.U. Blog Link - https://www.tumblr.com/oblivious-prime-opmeg-au?source=share
- A post-war peace treaty requires Optimus and Megatron to live together for one whole month as a symbolic show of unity.
- To solidify peace, a political marriage is proposed.
- They agree to live together for mutual benefits post war. (Both agree and claim it's for beneficial reasons such as being able to easily talk about serious faction matters quickly, conserves time, etc.. they really just both like each other.)
- A mishap in Shockwave’s lab flings Megatron into a possible future . Megatron accidentally time travels and sees a future where he's married to Optimus.
- Optimus pretends to flirt as a joke—Megatron thinks he’s serious.
- An artifact causes Optimus and Megatron to switch bodies for a week.
- Due to a glitch in Cybertronian bureaucracy, Optimus and Megatron are enrolled in mandatory bonding counseling. They go to prove they’re not together. They leave holding hands.
- Starscream, for reasons no one understands, wants them to date. Badly. Shenanigans ensue.
- The troops mistakenly believe Megatron and Optimus are together. They look so happy.
- During a Decepticon high council meeting, Starscream mocks Megatron for being single. In a fit of rage, Megatron blurts out that he does have a partner, a conjux—Optimus, and throws the table at the offending mech. Problem? They’re not even dating, let alone fragging married.