#megaprima

Megatronus Prime : As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Prima Prime:

Prima Prime: You smooth motherfucker.

Knights TFO au (Dullahan Megatronus and Prima)

Prima wants a grand wedding. Megatronus is all too happy to comply.

Reluctantly leaving the others embrace in bed because the pets are getting rambunctious while waiting to be fed, kissing the others helm and promising to be back soon as the sun shines through gold-lined windows.

@megaprima: ℌ𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔳𝔦𝔠𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔰.

               ˜”*°•.    It   was  the  truth ,  wasn’t  it  ?  One-sided  stories ,  where  the  victors  were  the  heroes ,  and  the  defeated  the  villains .  Atrocities  committed  in  the  name  of   good  will ,  fairly  forgotten ;  spotlight  falling  onto  the  actions  of  the  monsters  instead,  the  losers .  For  really ,  wasn’t  it  how  it’d  always  been  ?  Praise  the  victor ,  pity  them ,  forgive  them ,  empathise  with  them ;  for  they  were  the  good  ones,  right  ?  The  faultless .  The  innocent .  The  mere  thought  of  it  ridiculous -  a  reality,  though,  still.  For  he  would  never  understand.  Never  see  beyond  his  human  pets  and  his  narrow-minded  morality .  Never   realise  that  he  was  at  fault  just  as  much  as  she  was   No .  He  was  the  hero,  she  was  the  villain ;  white  and  black ,  the  only  colors   allowed .

 “Well, thankfully, I don’t really depend my sense of worth, or achievement, on your opinion,  Mr Scratch, or anyone else’s for that matter” Lilith replied drily, rolling her eyes as she looked at Nicholas with the same...barely patient expression she usually spared especially for him. “But please,” She encouraged with a false polite smile, “tell me exactly why this...falls below the bar of your high expectations” 

@megaprima sent: 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 ?

            ˜”*°•.     Did  it  matter  ?  It  was  a  world  abounded  with  anger ,  injustice,  bitterness,  and  she  was  partially  (if  not  exclusively)  the  reason  for  it .  Storybrooke  had  perhaps  begun  to  recover  from  the  curse  -  people’s  fury  lessening ,  Henry  forgiving  her .  However,  past  just  didn’t  want  to  be  erased ;  for  why  else  would  nothing  accept  to  improve  for  once  ?

Lilith squinted a little, her question of his decision momentarily silent but undeniably readable, before she took a breath in...preparation for actually voicing it.

"A ball in Hell?" She challenged, "Filled with the people that not only would have gladly killed you had you not been entirely under my protection, but have requested this very ball for the sole purpose of hoping to...drag your little girlfriend away, to see her married to Hell in a literal as well as a...metaphorical sense" Lilith raised her eyebrows in silent challenge of Mr Scratch's decision. "Are you sure you're entirely prepared to go there?"

                ˜”*°•.     ❝ Your  protection… ❞  He  repeated;  scorn  dressing  his voice,  disdain.  It was  a  joke, it  had  to be;  she’d  kept him  in  chains, humiliated  him,  removed his  tongue.  She’d used  him  like  some  playtoy. She’d  mistreated  him,  taunted  his body  while  his mind  had   been  desperately fighting  off  Lucifer. How  had  any of  these  been protection  ?