#megopratch

I colored these bc I can't sleep,,, pretty happy with all of them despite the messiness

they're so,,, augh,,,

Long time no see MegOptiRatch fans. I'm sorry this took so long, Orion's POV is just so difficult for me writing wise. 🥲 But here it is! I wanted to get it done for @transformers-events's MegOptiRatch Week 2025's Day 3 prompt - Before the war. I'm a couple days late though, sorry!

Summary:

Orion has lots of feelings and he doesn't want to burden anyone.

He just wants to help, and to stop feeling so alone.

Preview of the chapter:

“Are you alright, Ratchet?” Orion tries to step closer, moving to rest a hand on the midway join of his friend’s closest arm.

“Of course I am.” Ratchet slices the air with a servo. Orion steps back. “Now go get some rest yourselves.”

“Alright.” Orion and Megatronus gazes meet. They have to ask. He needs to ask. The two look back to Ratchet.  “Will we see you tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Ratchet forces a smile. “we have to finish putting together your report.”

Orion can feel himself pull back. Is that all Ratchet saw their time together as? He lowers his gaze. All of his digits fumble around each other. Working, shifting patterns against his plating. “That’s not the only reason why, Ratchet.”

Ratchet turns away. His back is shadowed by the hospital lights in front of them all. “I hear you Orion.”

Somehow, Orion knows that he doesn’t. As Ratchet walks away Orion stands nervously in place. He watches his oldest friend walk away completely unsure of what to say. Is there anything he could say? His processor slows, as his glossa grows heavy within his intake.

Why does this feel like a goodbye?

It’s a ridiculous question. Orion knows he’ll see Ratchet tomorrow. All three of them have seen each other nearly every cycle for deca-cycles now. Tomorrow will go as planned. He’ll find some way to raise Ratchet’s spark.

Orion starts to turn away. He only gets halfway through the movement before he abandons the attempt. He stands, stock still, unable to clearly think. Something is wrong and he has no idea what. There’s just this gnawing, code-overriding sensation of fear. His vision starts to black out, as lines of code fill his HUD. Nothing seems out of place. Maybe he should ask Ratchet? He’d know what’s wrong.

He turns his head, and watches Ratchet vanish back into the hospital.

A fleeting chance, lost.

Is it forever?

An arm wraps around Orion’s shoulders. “You should rest.” Megatronus whispers, and Orion can’t remember him ever sounding so patient.

Looks at TFP Opratch

Looks at TFP Megaratch

Can't pick one

Sighs

Is there any traitor Ratchet aus or joined the decepticons? *Sob emoji face* (Bonus I guess with Optichet/Megaratch OR BOTH /sillies)

ANYWAYS! This fic means a lot to me and is kinda my pride and joy so i hope if you read it you like it <3

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Megatron/Optimus Prime/Ratchet, Megatron/Ratchet, Megatron/Optimus Prime, Megatron/Orion Pax Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Ratchet (Transformers), Orion Pax Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Oblivious Ratchet (Transformers), Megatronus and Orion Pax love each other very much, They also love the grumpy medic they found outside and lured in with pspsps, Non-Chronological

  Summary:

Ratchet watches Orion Pax and Megatronus. He sees their designs for the future admirers its crafters. Hope shines across their plating brighter than Cybertron's white sun. As a respected doctor seated in the lap of the Senate, Ratchet has never hoped for anything. He had never a need for it.

Watching the young revolutionaries fills Ratchet with an emotion he's never had a name for—and another he'll never say.

some human doodles for an au me and the bestie are doing!

megratchop for the win babey