#primatronus

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As an offworld explorer, Dee had seen his fair share of wonderful views. From long stretches of icy plains, destructive volcanoes, and all the way to beautiful green fauna, Dee had learned to appreciate the beautiful sights of different planets. Yet even he had to admit that for all his travels, he did not dwell much on his homeland to truly recall any of the natural beauty that it had to offer to the universe. It was this reason why he didn’t put up much of a fuss when his Amica insisted they visit Tronus Lake for his archival research.

“Pax, I thought you said you had everything planned.” He let out an irritated vent, his digits pinching the bridge of his nose as he reset his optics. Out of sheer desperation, he glanced once more at the dilapidated boat that his Amica had rented for them to use. “What is this?”

“Oh, have some faith in me, Dee! I did have everything planned but when I mentioned we needed the boat for Tronus Lake, nobody would let me borrow their boat except for some crazy old mech I found on the holonet.” Pax grinned, “It won’t sink, trust me!”

Dee rolled his yellow optics, unable to forget that the last time Pax had asked him to “trust him,” he had nearly broken one of his legs as his Amica wanted to test his transforming capabilities. Sweet as Pax could be, it was a miracle that Dee hadn’t gotten himself somehow stuck while trying to change into his non-existent alt form. Then again, this was why they were here by the shore of Tronus Lake - since Pax had this crazy idea that maybe, just maybe, submerging himself fully in energon may help the sharp pain that ached Dee’s pedes disappear.

“If it does, then I’ll kill you before either of us can drown.” He huffed, moving closer as Pax climbed onto the boat. Using his truck alt, Pax had carried the hunk of rusted metal over to the lake quite easily, with Dee sitting by the deck. It had been a nice drive out, watching as the bustling roads of Iacon gave way to organic trees that dotted the surface of Cybertron. Eventually, they had reached the border patrol surrounding the lake.

“Awww, then we wouldn’t be able to drown together.” Pax pouted, as if that was somehow more pleasant.

He tried not to roll his optics again as he reached a hand to pull Pax all the way further onto the boat. Dee’s servo came back wet, though he wasn’t surprised since Pax had to drive a few paces into the lake’s energon to get the boat onto it. Then he’d had to transform himself back to his bot form and wade through waist-deep energon to reach the untrustworthy ladder that hung over the side of the boat. Now, he watched as Pax headed inside to figure out the controls, and a few kliks later, the boat lurched forward.

“WOOO!” Pax’s shout echoed loudly over the thrum of the boat’s engine and propellers, enough so that his joy infected Dee enough to force a smile on his dermas. He remained standing on the deck, watching with wide optics at the view of the lake.

The sun was beginning to set, and from where they were, it was mostly covered by the large mountain that was in the middle of Tronus Lake. Even so, the sunrays seemed to seep past and coat the surface of the energon lake with their golden hue, granting him a wonderful view of today’s end.

“At least you picked a good spot to drown.” He leaned over one side of the boat, unable to see his reflection in the energon below. He heard Pax walk over to him, the boat slowing to a stop as the engine was turned off. They were in the middle of the lake now. He felt Pax’s frame press close to Dee’s. “I get that you’re an archivist, but is it really your job to write information about… Cybertronian myths?”

“Even if merformers are a myth, it doesn’t hurt to try. Hey, who knows, maybe my Amica would be the first recorded merformer transformer in history.” Pax laughed, nudging him slightly. “Indulge me, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“We drown or the Senate blacklists both of us.” Dee shook his helm, leaning closer to Pax as they watched the energon lap gently against the side of the boat. Even if this was all for some absurd theory and research data, at least Dee could enjoy himself a little bit before he had to leave Cybertron again for another expedition. “How did you even get permission?”

“Oh, you know, some connections. Pays to be one of the brightest young archivists Iacon has ever seen.” Pax grinned, his servos gripping the railing of the boat with careless abandon. “I helped out one of the senators, and through some convincing I said I was interested in doing some research here. Now, they were going to refuse me at first but I convinced them with my carefully constructed plan. Even had to show that I wouldn’t be going alone, so, sorry if I used your picture—”

“What?”

“Well, after they realized you’d be coming with me, they agreed to pull a few strings to let us go here. I think they just don’t want anyone drowning here so you being here actually helps me.” He considered his Amica’s words.

“Pax… I don’t know how to swim?”

“Yeah, that could be a problem.” Pax waved a servo, as if it was a trivial matter they can talk about later. Before Dee could push any further, his Amica was leading him towards one end of the boat, one that had a deck that jutted out into the energon.

“Good thing you can hold onto the edge while you submerge yourself.”

“This is the most ridiculous idea you've ever had.”

Dee got into the energon anyway.

—

Ripples had interrupted the stillness of the lake.

For cycles, he had remained hidden within the depths, the glow of the sun lost as he cloaked himself in the darkness of the deep.

Yet even in the isolation of shadows, there was the presence of his beloved and his darling sparkling, protected in the embrace of his domain.

For cycles, he had remained in his eternal slumber.

As they had agreed upon when Primus had casted them as blights of this planet.

Yet now his optics are open for the peace has been disrupted.

Up above, flashes of movement echoed through the energon lake.

No light seeped into the murky depths, for even as he began to rise, he knew the sun had fallen.

Only the moon and stars shall be his guide.

His frame creaked, the cycles of dormancy clinging to him like the organic plants that had grown over him, yet as his large tail swept through the bottom of the lake - he felt his power return as he slowly reached a servo towards that miniature figure that dared to wake him.

His blue optics adjusted quickly as he realized with barely constrained irritation what it was that intruded within his lake.

Even after cycles of carnage, it appeared that Cybertronians could not resist the temptation to know.

How many bots had lost their lives? How many bots must he drown for them to understand that this was his domain and he did not take kindly to trespassers?

Especially not with a sparkling nearby.

Among all the Primes, he thought himself the most forgiving.

Yet this…

This blatant disregard for his home, he will not allow it.

With practiced ease despite cycles of slumber, he began to circle the small boat that was close to his beloved’s mountain. His tail carefully bumped against the side of it, not enough to tear it into, but to jostle the occupants inside. Underneath the energon, he could not hear if there had been shrieks of terror, yet he cared not if there had been any. 

Their suffering would be swift, unlike the others, he did not enjoy playing with creatures beneath him. 

He swam a distance away, not intending to give the Cybertronians a glimpse. His blue optics broke through the lake’s surface, narrowing slightly at the sight of such a weak vessel.

It almost felt cruel to do this, when these Cybertronians were using such a pathetic ship, yet he cannot let such disrespect continue - not when they had come too close to his beloved and his darling sparkling.

From where he was, he could see by the edge of the ship, a solitary figure whose lower frame was carelessly kicking at the lake’s surface, sending soft splashes that were perhaps the cause of the ripples that must have awakened him.

He reached a servo towards his mask, lifting the metal until his intake was free.

Then, as he had done before the great repose, Megatronus Prime began to sing.

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Dee felt like a sparkling again as he continued to kick his legs out, sending splatters of energon against the still lake, unembarrassed even if he was usually the more level-headed one between him and Pax. He had rolled his optics at first when he had first entered the lake, yet he couldn’t help but notice that the stinging pain in his pedes - a muted agony that he had long forced himself to live with - had entirely disappeared. Pax had been ecstatic when Dee had hesitantly admitted that he did feel a bit better, though it proved nothing about merformers.

Before he could let out another exasperated scoff, a soft melody invaded his audials. He looked over his shoulder, wondering if Pax had turned on a radio. His Amica had headed inside to write a few more observational data on his research, leaving Dee to spend a few joors alone by the edge of the lake. His sight began to blur slightly, the lullaby was soothing against his processor and he felt his frame sway as he tried to regain some semblance of consciousness. Yet the harder he fought, the worse the exhaustion seemed to seep deep into his cables.

He reached a servo, gripping at the metal deck of the ship as he nearly lurched forward. With his remaining energy, Dee forced himself to lean back, his helm practically smacking against the ground as the world spun above him - the stars turning into silver specks before he fell asleep.

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Pax hummed a cheerful tune to himself, heading back onto the deck of the ship as he tried to think over the data he had just written for his research. He had scoured the entire archives about merformer mythology, and Pax was sure most of the strange symptoms Dee was exhibiting fell in line with the stories of merformers’ being unable to transform on land, as well as feeling pain in their pedes. Now, Dee feeling better in the lake didn’t really prove anything, but if Pax could just convince his Amica to try and transform again then he could…

He stopped, optics adjusting to the darkness of the lunar cycle as he realized with some fond amusement that Dee was curled up on the deck of the ship, his optics offlined as he vented softly in his recharge. He moved a little closer, unable to help himself as he looked down at his Amica. Dee had always been adorable when he was deep in recharge, and Pax felt honored that he was one of the few mechs that Dee trusted himself to be vulnerable around. He kneeled down, arms slipping underneath the silver mech’s frame with a loving gentleness.

“Let’s get you to a proper berth, okay Dee?” Carefully, he lifted his Amica in his arms, struggling a bit as the other was much bigger than he was. 

Pax then turned back inside the ship, not glancing once at the large ripples that were breaking through the lake’s surface.

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He awoke to a cacophony of despair.

Without hesitation, his servos reached forward, ripping through metal as he clawed himself out of the mountain that had been his coffin.

After many cycles, Prima Prime had awakened once more, the screams of his beloved heralding his arrival.

The mountain gave way beneath him, and unlike the last time, it was the sky of the lunar cycle that greeted him - yet the splendor of the stars and the moon above held not his interest as his many optics scoured the land before finally settling on his beloved conjunx.

Prima tore himself away from the remains of the mountain, careful not to disrupt the small energon lake that it surrounded. He swiftly made his way by his beloved’s side, all optics focused on the only mech that mattered at the moment.

Megatronus, his siren with the most alluring voice that would ever grace this waste of a planet, had pulled himself away from the lake and onto the side of Prima’s mountain. Dull blue optics, a sight that disturbed him for his Megatronus’ gaze had been so brilliant, stared resolutely at the small energon lake. His servos had gripped the mountain, his own claws having torn into the metal in his attempt to move closer.

Prima unhinged the lower half of his face, a croon escaping him as he reached out to hold his beloved’s servo. 

As if comforted by his presence, Megatronus turned his gaze upon him. Though Prima had many optics, Megatronus knew to gaze at those that were hidden beneath the wing finials that covered the upper half of his face. Prima continued to croon, his voice deeper and less soft than that of his beloved’s but it was enough to ease the pain that had stabbed itself inside his poor Megatronus’ spark.

With slight hesitation, Prima turned half of his optics away to look at the small energon lake, the other half still focused on Megatronus. It did not take him long to understand what had caused his beloved such distress. 

Where their darling sparkling ought to be, there was nothing but an empty lake.

At that, a sudden rust storm formed over, blocking out the light from above as Prima’s many optics turned everywhere - reaching for the farthest corners of the planet and deep into the small Cybertronian settlements they called “cities.” He would not echo his beloved’s despair, for Prima could not contain his anger.

Who dared—

It was only the squeeze at his servo that calmed Prima down enough to turn a bit of his gaze back to his beloved. Megatronus’ mask was lifted upwards slightly, and in better circumstances Prima may have leaned down to savor the taste of his beloved after cycles of being apart.

Yet now was not the time.

His beloved’s blue optics had hardened and shifted to gaze behind Prima.

Slowly, the rust storm disappeared.

All thousands of his golden optics turned to the ship in the middle of the lake.

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It was the guttural scream that tore through the silence that woke them from recharge. Pax had clung to Dee, horrified by what could have made such a terrible noise. He had nearly been frozen in shock but Dee had moved quickly, perhaps cycles of dealing with strange creatures in other planets had taught him to not question when a strange roar woke you from recharge. He felt Dee grab him, and Pax had quickly shifted gears. They both had moved to the upper deck of the ship, Dee urging him to get the ship running as they looked out.

Then, a rust storm had come, nearly knocking both of them off the ship as they both grappled to hold onto the deck. He had felt Dee’s servo clamp around his arm, the silver mech holding on tightly for the both of them. Pax should have held on just as fiercely, yet like the storm that had come, suddenly he felt a painful presence in his processor - his HUD flashing with sickeningly bright colors that nearly made him want to purge his tanks. Pax thinks he may have screamed…

Then without a warning, he felt himself fall into emergency stasis.

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“PAX!” 

As quickly as it had begun, the rust storm had ended, leaving him venting hard against the deck of the ship as he slowly let go of the jagged piece of metal that had become their saving grace. Dee quickly moved towards his Amica, servos grasping at Pax’s arms as he tried to shake him awake. His only relief was that Pax was venting softly, as if he had simply fallen into recharge. Though Dee had heard him scream, and he knew from his many adventures off-world that there was a clear distinction between recharge and an emergency stasis.

“Pax, you need to wake up!” He lifted his Amica closer to his chassis, optics wide as he looked around him into the darkness of the night. Somehow, even with the rust storm gone, it was as though all the light of the sky had been swallowed by the abyss. It felt as though his optics were the only source of light in the depths that he had found himself trapped within. He shook his helm, desperately shaking Pax again. “I’m going to kill you if you don’t wake up in the next few kliks! Do you hear me?!”

Yet his Amica’s frame remained still, and Dee felt nearly hysterical. He didn’t know how to operate the ship without Pax. It was old, and Pax even had difficulty himself trying to turn it on because he had needed a manual which Dee was sure had fallen off the ship in the chaos of the storm. Dee moved his helm, trying to quell the panic in his spark when he realized that the darkness had lifted around him for he could see golden-hued stars appear above him.

It was the large servo grabbing him that made him realize those weren’t stars.

Thousands of optics stared down at him from a giant white and gold frame. Underneath their gaze, he felt his processor nearly collapse within itself yet Dee fought against it as he tried desperately to hold onto Pax who had been dragged alongside with him. A large mechanical creature loomed over him, its frame covered entirely with optics that seemed to follow his every struggle against its hold. Where its optics ought to be, there was instead wing-like finials that covered the upper half of its face, yet even those finials held what must have been hundreds of small optics.

To Dee’s horror, the thing’s bottom jaw joint unhinged, revealing a large gaping intake with sharp dentae that would have easily pierced through any Cybertronian’s chassis and impaled their spark - an easy meal for a monstrosity such as this. It began to emit a low croon, a noise that sent a wave of nausea through his processor as he tried to keep himself from purging his tanks. Dee focused instead on gripping onto Pax’s unconscious frame, refusing to be separated from his Amica. Yet, that small action attracted the creature’s gaze as it turned to look directly at Dee’s servos.

“NO! PAX! NO, LET GO OF HIM!” He shrieked, servos grasping at what he could as the thing began to pull Pax away from him with ease. Dee felt horrible leaving marks against Pax’s frame, yet it was all for nothing as his Amica was torn away from him and placed back onto the ship below. He tried to struggle, his leg struts kicking uselessly against the large servo that held onto him. “NO! NO!”

As he continued to scream, the creature seemed to croon at him even more. To his horror, it even moved Dee closer as if to—!

He stilled as he felt himself be nuzzled close against the creature’s cheekplate, a digit gently petting at his helm. He could feel all those optics on him, their gazes never wavering as he swallowed down his terror. He wanted to scream, but what use was it against a monster that he had never even heard about? 

It seemed his silence was all the creature wanted as it let out another croon, this one somehow softer, before him away from its face. 

His relief was short-lived as he felt himself be shifted slightly, before being placed down on a surface.

He had thought that he had been returned to the ship, yet Dee watched in horror as the giant creature lifted the ship he had previously been on with both of its free servos. 

Pax was still on that ship!

He tried to sit up, to scramble to his pedes, but the ground beneath him shifted. He felt his voice box stutter, static coming out as he forced himself to glance upwards.

Blue optics stared down at him fondly from a mech that Dee was sure was larger than any he had ever encountered before. It lifted him closer, its servos gently wrapping around Dee as he was pressed close to this strange creature’s chassis. Instead of the terror he had felt with the first monster, a part of him couldn’t help but remain calm as he was held by this one. 

Yet even this respite was short-lived.

The same lullaby as before began to fill his audials, and dread filled Dee as he tried to struggle against the pull of sleep that threatened to force him under.

As if sensing his distress, the large creature held onto him even tighter, those kind servos becoming a cage as it tried to keep him from struggling.

Dee didn’t even have time to scream as the creature then lunged forward, plunging them both into the cold depths of the energon lake.

He tried to hold on.

He tried to keep his intake shut even as his tanks screamed for him to cycle in air.

Yet as he felt the creature try to pry his intake open, he knew it was a lost cause.

As the stress and the song finally forced him into recharge, he thought of only one thing as he let himself fade into slumber.

It didn’t hurt to breathe.

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Author's Notes:

Say bye bye to Dee <3

Pax will be fine, Prima's just putting him and the ship back on the shore. He doesn't have time to deal with him, time to go back to his eternal nap, this time with his conjunx and sparkling.

Also finally, an AU of mine where Prima and Megatronus are together and one of them is not dead! Yippee! SKSKSKS But yeah, of all the AUs, it had to be the one AU where... they're literal monsters skskks. Though I guess, who the hell would be crazy enough to try attacking any of the Primes while they're in these forms. Like good luck even trying to get near Prima who's going to drive you instantly insane or Megatronus who will force you to drown yourself.

Also also, if you didn't catch it, in the first part of the story, the reason why Pax and Dee were allowed to go by the Senate is because Pax showed them Dee's picture. The Senate has been scrambling to find the sparkling they accidentally removed from the smaller lake inside the mountain that Prima is sleeping in (for a reference of what this looks like, look up Taal Lake and Volcano - it's a geographical landmark in my country) before Primatronus realize their sparkling is missing. They clocked Dee's yellow optics as being like the many optics Prima has and took a gamble that it may be him (plus they researched about him and realized it's peculiar that he seems to be suffering from a rare inability to transform despite having a t-cog, that's cause his alt form is literally a merformer and he can't transform unless fully submerged in energon).

D-16 Applies to the High Guard (Sole Survivor Prima AU Divergence) - One-Shot

If you don't know what my Sole Survivor Prima AU is, it's essentially an AU where Prima survives Sentinel and the Quintessons' ambush in the cave but the other Primes don't. He's the sole ruler of Iacon. It has hints of Primatronus, and also D-16 is Primatronus' sparkling in this AU. Although, note that his personality is mostly based off of the Covenant of Primus and not the usual one you may see from others.

In this fanfic, I mentioned before that D-16 could have actually met Prima much sooner than in the actual AU. So this is a divergence from the actual plot of the AU. This doesn't really have OPMeg like in the original since in this one D-16 never met Pax and continued on to apply to the High Guard. He ends up meeting Prima because of his application.

SG TF:One - A Better World -- Multichapter

I need to make SG!D-16/Megatron suffer so bad /j Okay so essentially, I just wanted to write a fic where SG!Megatron ends up in baseline TF:One... but at the same time not really. I can't say what I mean by this cause it's a literal plot twist/spoiler. But yeah, that's the premise lmao. This will have possessive Optimus (because I love possessive OP).

I can't really say much about this since the actual premise is in itself a bit of a spoiler/plot twist. The focus here is OPMeg (obviously). It's actually supposed to be psychological horror/horror. The emphasis here is that he thinks he's in the baseline tf:one universe but well... let's just say he's not. Other than those hints, I can't really say more otherwise I risk giving away the plot twist.

Prima's POV (Sole Survivor Prima AU) - Multichapter

If you don't know what my Sole Survivor Prima AU is, it's essentially an AU where Prima survives Sentinel and the Quintessons' ambush in the cave but the other Primes don't. He's the sole ruler of Iacon. It has hints of Primatronus, and also D-16 is Primatronus' sparkling in this AU. Although, note that his personality is mostly based off of the Covenant of Primus and not the usual one you may see from others.

so, i only got into primatronus very recently because one of the servers i'm in got me hella invested in their noblespark au but, like. for some context, we have this headcanon that sentinel deliberately slanders prima's image by depicting him as this pretty, ethereal and dainty pretty boy prime. so you have this "delicate, dainty-looking, pretty and elegant" prima who turns out to be actually extremely sassy, throws tantrums and can be extremely violent on occasion (bro has demolished rooms repeatedly before) and absolutely despises being painted as just a helpless pretty boy and then you have megatronus prime, this gentle giant warrior being who seems to be the only one sole person who can calm this angry tornado in a jar. there's also like. something about how this super mean, angry guy being super salty and being in denial before falling head over heels for the big gentle giant who can go toe-to-toe and hold his own against him.

also there's just also something about the big, tall, seemingly menacing warrior type ones be the bottoms, okay i am also just super tired and exhausted of the smaller, "prettier-looking" bottom trend. there, i said what i said.

none of this probably makes sense, as my circadian rhythm has been super fucked up lately and waking up early in the morning leaves my head feeling super empty and prone to spacing out, so i can't really properly articulate my thoughts.