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Soo... I made a little something based on my TFP AU in the Post-war Phase.

Basically everything is being rebuilt And bla bla but the cities have their own leaders And dont really Stand to each other until After a Attack against Cybertron (i aint quite sure who did it tho) And so on.

Sometimes my brain makes up random scenes in AU's where it will take ages to reach, And this is one of em.

The scene of Starscream's death.

(yes, i kill him off Post war for everything He has done including killing Skywarp. I will colour the small Comic once i got a replacement for my digital pen)

Aaaand the full scene i came up With below:

(English isnt my native language so i am sorry for any mistakes)

A battle had shaken all of Cybertron... All the leaders standing now United beneath the light of the distant Star that Gifted Cybertron it's light. The enemy was Finally slain... Leaving behind a Scar of death And destruction on the Planets once again Energon stained surface. The ones left were searching for their fallen, to wish their Sparks a Final farewell to join the Allspark.

A message reached the Airqueen of Vos, from a comm that was too familiar to her. Coordinates were the only thing written on them. She followed the lead to the Desert Mountains next to the battlefield, finding a crack that led deeper in to the Mountain. And there in the darkness, two Red eyes stared up at her, surrounded by the blue gloom of spilled Energon

"Look who.." A cough shook the Mechs Silver frame, Energon spluttering out of his mouth And on to his torn chestplate "Came..." A snarl layed in his deep And scratch voice, there was no fear in the Airprince's eyes, that reminded her of her long deceased Conjunx...

The Airqueen said nothing, looking down at the torn frame of her firstborn son, the shredded wings, the cables hanging loosely out of his frame.

"Got nothing to say, Heh..?" A laugh rose from his lips, who didnt had the strength to Form a smirk anymore. "It's for the better..." his deeply Red eyes flickered in the slowing rythm of his Spark, fading more from Minute to Minute "I've always been the Bastard of the 3.. The one that never fit in, the one who wanted..." A hiss came from his vents, his torn wings lowering And scratching against the Rock, as if they had lost any sensitivity. Nothing more than already dead weight on his back. "Power... Good old Starscream... Good for nothing then a fucking waste of fuel And time." A chocked groan escaped him, as Energon stared to drip down his chin, the streaks of blue feeling hot against his slowly cooling frame.

His mother didnt respond... The ice in her eyes hadn't melted at All, even as she was about to loose her last Child left. The Child, that had brought a And to her other two children, the one who somehow had always managed to escape And fool death in the worst ways possible. But now it seemed, Primus was done letting him astray... Stripping his soul away from this world, where He brought so much pain to many Different Sparks

His head slowly sank back against the cave wall, his eyelids closing half over his eyes as his Talons layed useless over his wounded stomach And sides. "I havent killed Thundercracker..." He whispered. "He got killed by a Bastard no longer alive... But as if this would... Change... A thing..." his sight slowly became blurry, starring up at the caves ceiling as if He would be able to See the skies again... Maybe spread his wings one more time to embrace the cool Winds of his home... But they were useless now... As useless as he had been all his life... "Dont let anyone mourn... It's not like i... Earned it anyways... To be... Forgotten... Is better... T-than..." His voice cracked, a static hiss taking it's place as his eyes moved once again to the Femme that had raised him... Raised And loved him... And He has payed it back With murder And betrayal. What a irony... With one last gaze to the light behind her, his features relaxed, letting his wings drip to the Hard floor With a loud thud. His head rollend to the side, Energon still dripping from his silvery lips, making a End to the tongue of Silver He had used all of his life..

As the Airqueen turned around, her eyes followed the last gaze of her son, seeing the bluish sky, that faded in to a purplish Red, as the dawn advanced... On this quiet, wakeless place...

tfp!human!au:

ratchet: - do you know that alcohol is completely eliminated from the body only after approximately twenty days?

wheeljack: - ..you mean, never?

tfp!human!au:

knock out:

knock out: - please tell me you're hiding that you were turned into a vampire..

breakdown: - ..? no?

knock out: - so you mean you could see your reflection in the mirror and you came dressed like that anyway?

tfp!human!au:

knock out: - oh.. didn't notice we had a new halloween decoration here.

megatron: - we don't have any. it's starscream.

tfp!human!au:

smokescreen: - but if the human body doesn't get water, it dies!

ratchet: *takes away coca cola bottle*

ratchet: - i hate to break it to you, but this is not water.

smokescreen: *struggles to take the bottle back*

smokescreen: - no, but it's a liquid-

tfp!human!au:

how the 1st episode should have started

ratchet: - what in the actual fuck?

optimus: - ratchet. be careful what you say, there are children here.

ratchet: - well that's the point! what in the actual fuck do the children do on the military base?

tfp!human!au:

smokescreen: - not a single person asked me how fast i could run in my new shoes today.

smokescreen: - being an adult is just so stupid.

tfp!human!au:

smokescreen: - hey bee, do you happen to have a band-aid? i seem to have cut my finger..

bumblebee: *nods and hands him several colorful band-aids with different cartoon characters*

smokescreen: ☆.☆`

smokescreen: - ..so you mean i have to choose one?.. you know what, lend me your knife for a minute, too!

tfp!human!au:

arcee: *stretches*

arcee: - ugh, my whole body hurts..

smokescreen: - oh, is it because of dealing with all that paperwork? or because of some intense workout?

arcee: - it's because of my being in my late 20s.

tfp!human!au:

after new year's party

bulkhead: - get up, it's 6 o'clock already!

smokescreen: - already? ohh, alright, guess i'll skip my morning training today..

bulkhead:

bulkhead: - no, i mean, it's 6 p.m.

greetings!🌌 and nice avatar picture! this is beautiful drawing :>

hey!! ⭐

aww, thank you so much, i'm kinda flattered <3

actually, as you've probably guessed, it's my interpretation of tfp adult!miko. i like to think that although she didn't remain the exact same person when she grown up, she managed to conserve some part of her old self.

it's quite old, but i still like it, hehe

tfp!human!au:

smokescreen: - your tattoos look dope, but what do they mean?

wheeljack, grinning: - that i cannot be trusted with two thousand bucks for sure.

tfp!human!au:

ratchet's laptop: *emits an audio signal that it's running low on battery power*

ratchet: - uhh, fuck off!

ratchet: - i'm running low on my will to live right now.

ratchet: - but i'm not doing bulubulu every five minutes.

ratchet: - i'm working!

tfp!human!au:

smokescreen: - what's your biggest fear?

optimus: - being forgotten.

smokescreen: - damn, that's.. deep..

smokescreen: - mine is the kool-aid man but i feel kinda stupid about it now.

imagine how tfp knock out and cliffjumper could've met in the 1st episode

knock out: - your frame is painted in my signature color!

cliffjumper: - you don’t own the color red. red existed before you.

knock out: - not aboard nemesis. here, i invented red. i am red.

tfp!human!au

ultra magnus: *drinks his third coffee in a morning and prepares for the roll call after returning from the night duty*

smokescreen: — uh.. sir, are you sure you're alr-

ultra magnus: *cleares his throat*

ultra magnus: — those who are absent, raise your hands!

tfp!human!au:

knock out: — i literally have no idea what's going on in my life.

knock out: — i'm just in charge of the outfits.

tfp!human!au

video blogger: «most people only work to secure the future for their children»

optimus: *looks at sleeping bumblebee*

optimus, quietly: - oh, that is so, the best future awaits you.

Cover: Love, War, and High-Grade

I have begun adding my story into Wattpad, so I gave it a cover.

Idk, I may change it.

I love your oblivious op!! Stories!!

-Mod

In that case, here's a peek of a short writing (draft) I'm currently working on, of more oblivious Optimus, for the moderator! 😁 (It's mostly a flustered warlord after an oblivious prime tho.)

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Optimus Prime was in one of his more relaxed moods today, something that Megatron found simultaneously irritating and, well… fascinating. The mech seemed to float through the halls with a kind of effortless confidence, a spark of optimism in his optics that made it impossible for anyone to stay upset around him for long.

Megatron, on the other hand, was in no mood to appreciate such things, he was just trying to get through the day without throwing something at someone’s face. His temper was at a slow simmer, not exactly anger but rather frustration, a strange irritation that cropped up whenever everything around him seemed calm. It made no sense to him, but that didn’t stop it from happening. Somehow if anything, it was worse when people weren’t angry at him.

"You're in a strange mood," Megatron muttered, crossing his arms as Optimus approached, a rare soft smile on his face.

Optimus turned to him with that familiar, unbothered air about him, his expression softened into something that resembled contentment. "I am? Well, I guess I’ve just been thinking," he said, offhandedly.

That was never a good sign. Megatron frowned and raised an optic ridge, bracing himself for whatever ridiculous statement was about to spill from Optimus’ lips. He had learned by now that no words ever came from the Prime without some level of deep, often profound sincerity. Optimus never seemed to realize how utterly... loving his words could sound. “Thinking about what?”

Optimus hesitated for a moment, gaze drifting toward one of the windows as if searching the stars for words. “About... us. Everything we’ve been through. What we’ve become.”

Megatron narrowed his optics, ready to scoff, but Optimus didn’t stop.

“I know we don’t always see eye to eye,” Optimus said, voice low now, the tone gentler than usual. “And the past between us is... complicated. But no matter the distance—no matter the miles, or cycles, or shadows—we’ve always found each other again. I suppose I’ve come to realize… I don’t want that to ever stop.”

The former warlord stiffened slightly, unsure how to respond, but Optimus continued—his voice quiet, but unwavering.

“I still believe in you, Megatron. Even when you don’t believe in yourself. Your strength, your conviction—those aren’t just relics of war. They’re part of who you are, and they’ve shaped more than just battlefields. They’ve shaped me. And... I’ll always stand by you. Even if you don’t always understand why.”

There was a pause. A heavy silence.

Optimus continued, unfazed by the way Megatron was glaring at him. He sighed, his voice a soft murmur, his words were meant for only one. "No matter the shadows of our past, I will never stop caring for you, Megatron. I will always believe in you, even when you cannot see your own worth. Your strength, your conviction—those are not just remnants of war, but the very essence of who you are. And I—I will stand by you for as long as the stars burn bright, never wavering in my belief that there is more to you than what the universe has tried to define. You are someone worth fighting for, always."

Megatron stood frozen, every system in his body locking up in slow, stunned succession. His mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again.

Did—did he just—? Megatron blinked rapidly, heat flooding his faceplate. Was that... was that a confession?!

No. It couldn’t be. Optimus couldn’t possibly be aware of what he’d just said, right? He was always saying things like that—deep, philosophical, Prime-like things—without thinking about how romantic they sounded. That had to be it.

Except…

His spark was fluttering. Fluttering.

Optimus smiled brightly, completely oblivious to the fact that he had just poured out what sounded like a confession that could melt even the coldest of sparks. "So yeah. That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll see you around, Megatron. Hope you have a good day!"

And with that, Optimus gave a casual wave, turning away to continue on his calm and fragging unfairly collected way as if nothing unusual had just occurred. As though he hadn’t just cracked open his spark and handed it to Megatron on a silver platter.

Megatron stood frozen in place, his systems suddenly on overload. His faceplate flushed—was that even possible for him? His spark fluttered uncomfortably, and his thoughts spiraled. Had he... had he just been romanced? No. No, that couldn't be right.

Optimus didn’t even know what he was saying half the time, did he? The Prime had just confessed how much he cared for him, and for some reason, it sounded like the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to Megatron. But the problem was—did Optimus even know he was being romantic! He was just so cheerfully oblivious!

"Ugh," Megatron muttered, feeling the heat in his faceplate intensify. He gritted his teeth, desperate to collect himself. How was it possible that a mech like Optimus could make such an epic love declaration with the risk of still being oblivious? "Of all the slagging... Prime... you—" he muttered to himself, rubbing his temples in frustration.

The Prime had turned to wave, his smile so genuine, and somehow... Megatron couldn’t stop the flicker of something far deeper in his chest.

“Frag,” Megatron hissed, pressing the heel of his palm to his helm. “Any cryptic nonsense he could choose to spout and he chose this! He—he can’t just say that and walk away!”

Yet Optimus had. Without flair, without any intention of cruelty. Without realizing, apparently, that he had just unraveled Megatron’s entire processor with one gentle, impossibly sincere statement.

Megatron glanced back, only to find the Prime already gone, the echo of his words still heavy in the air.

He scowled. Or tried to. It came out more like a grimace.

For now, he was left in the wake of Optimus’s (most likely unintentional) romantic confession, caught somewhere between bewilderment, irritation, and—well—something else. Something far more complicated.

And as the moments stretched on, Megatron only had one thought echoing in his mind:

“I really need to have a conversation with that bot.”

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Three Days Later

Megatron had not, in fact, had a conversation with that bot.

He had planned to. Several times. He’d even rehearsed it—well, muttered angrily to himself in a mirror until Knockout walked by and asked if he was finally cracking.

But every time he so much as caught a glimpse of Optimus in the hallway, all words abandoned him. His mouth would go dry, his optics would flicker, and instead of storming up to demand clarity—to ask, What the frag was that supposed to mean, Prime?!—he would… turn around and leave.

Quickly.

Maybe too quickly.

“I am not avoiding him,” he snapped at Soundwave, who had cocked his helm at him in absolute silence for a full twenty seconds after Megatron took the long way around to avoid the conference room Optimus was in. “I’m simply taking the more tactically sound route. Which just so happens to be in the complete opposite direction.”

Soundwave said nothing. But Megatron could feel the judgment.

He wasn’t hiding. He was observing. Gathering intel. Strategizing.

Which apparently involved watching Optimus from behind corners, ducking behind pillars like a coward, and absolutely not admitting to anyone that every time the Prime smiled at someone else, Megatron’s spark did something complicated and gross in his chest.

He even went so far as to try spying on the Autobot lounge once—Soundwave’s advice, surprisingly. Or perhaps just Soundwave being petty. Either way, Megatron found himself crouched beside a ventilation duct like a glitch-infected fool, watching as Optimus laughed softly with Ratchet over datapads.

It was unbearable.

Unbearably endearing.

“Why is he like this,” Megatron hissed under his breath, gripping the edge of the duct. “Why does he say things like I’ll stand by you for as long as the stars burn bright and then just... carry on like he didn’t just wreck my entire spark chamber?!”

He groaned, thunking his head against the metal.

He couldn’t take much more of this. His pride was suffering, his logic processors were overloaded, and worst of all—he’d started imagining conversations with Optimus in his head. Flirtatious ones. Gentle ones.

Disgusting.

“Primus,” he muttered, dragging his claws down his face. “I’m pining. I’m actually fragging pining.”

That was it. This had to end.

Tomorrow.

Definitely tomorrow.

Probably.

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Day Four

“You’re staring again,” Knockout said without even looking up from his datapad.

“I am not,” Megatron snapped, all too quickly.

“You are,” Soundwave added, voice bland but with the faintest undertone of judgment.

“I’m monitoring potential threats!” Megatron growled. “That’s strategic.”

“You’ve been monitoring Optimus Prime for twenty minutes,” Knockout pointed out dryly. “He’s just reading.”

“He could be plotting.”

“He’s highlighting passages in a poetry anthology.”

Megatron narrowed his optics at the lounge window where Optimus sat, bathed in the gentle lighting of the rec room, a cup of energon in his hand and a contemplative look on his face.

It was unbearable.

No one had any right to look that serene. Or that handsome. Or that good in lighting.

“I’ll stand by you for as long as the stars burn bright—”

Megatron’s claws clenched involuntarily.

“Ugh.”

He turned away before he could get soft about it again and nearly walked face-first into a grinning, smug, and far-too-amused Starscream.

“Well, well,” the seeker purred. “This is new.”

“What is.” Megatron’s tone was sharp, a warning wrapped in steel.

Starscream was not deterred. “You, getting all dreamy-eyed over our favorite Prime. Are we finally owning up to that long-standing mutual obsession? Because frankly, it’s been killing the morale of everyone who has to witness your romantic incompetence.”

“I am not—!”

“Oh, you are.” Starscream leaned in close, voice dropping to a dramatic whisper. “It’s delicious. You’ve been skulking around corners like a glitch-ridden creeperbot, sighing whenever he walks by, and groaning into your servos like some kind of pre-war drama star.”

“I am not groaning—!”

“You literally did yesterday. In the middle of a tactics briefing. You sighed and said ‘Primus, he’s unbearable.’”

“That was abou—about you bring a general pain!”

“No it wasn’t,” Knockout chimed in from across the room, without looking up.

Megatron looked to Soundwave for backup. The spymaster tilted his helm ever so slightly.

Traitor.

Starscream grinned wider, smug satisfaction oozing from every polished strut. “So. Are you going to actually talk to him, or should I just forward him the recording of your latest muttered meltdown in the corridor outside his quarters?”

Megatron froze. “You… recorded me?”

Starscream wiggled his claws mockingly. “Soundwave did. I just watched it. Twice.”

Megatron inhaled slowly through his vents, his expression going perfectly still.

“Starscream.”

“Yes, Lord Megatron?”

“I will melt you into a decorative wall sconce.”

Starscream beamed. “You’ll have to catch me first. I’m light on my peds these days—love does that to a mech, I hear!”

The shriek of rage Megatron let out was entirely unbefitting a warlord.

From the far corner, Soundwave quietly played a three-second clip of Megatron muttering, “How does he sound like he's proposing marriage with every third sentence?”

Starscream cackled as Megatron stormed out, trailing smoke and wounded pride behind him.

Draft A Possible Optimus x Megatron Story

NOTE: This will be made into a full work.

This is a potential idea. The short portion below would probably be somewhere near the ending of this story after a lot of ✨ feelings, drama, and pining✨.

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During yet another painfully familiar attempt at a peace treaty—one of countless efforts that had all ended in spectacular failure—Optimus Prime finds himself exhausted. Worn down not just by war, but by the endless cycle of hope and disappointment. Still, he persists. He has to. For Cybertron.

But when words fail once again, and negotiations spiral into the usual shouting and threats, Optimus tries something… different.

He proposes.

To Megatron.

Megatron, caught off guard, turns a shade of blue no Decepticon has ever achieved, screams a storm of profanities and obscenities, and promptly flees the scene by punching through a wall and making his tactical retreat.

What follows is an agonizing stretch of silence, longing, and entirely too many feelings. Until—finally—

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Title: Peace Through Passion: Article I

--The Proposal That Ended the War--

Peace talks had never been pleasant, but this one was particularly wretched.

Megatron was lounging sideways across his chair like he owned the building (he did not), Soundwave had hacked the holoscreens to loop footage of Optimus getting hit by debris (again), and Starscream had already said, “Maybe we should just assassinate the Prime,” at least twice.

Optimus, trying to remain diplomatic: “We cannot kill our way into a future, Starscream.”

Starscream: “That sounds like weak Autobot talk.”

Meanwhile, Bumblebee was stress-eating energon cubes, Ultra Magnus was shifting albeit minimally , and Arcee was sharpening a blade with a look that said she wasn’t opposed to ending someone.

And then—it happened.

Megatron leaned back with that insufferable smirk, voice like smoke: “You’ll never get what you want, Prime. You never do.”

And something in Optimus just… broke.

Tired. Lonely. Overwhelmed. Drenched in the sound of decades of war and Megatron’s voice echoing in his head.

So he said: "Then marry me, and we can stop fighting forever."

The room froze.

Soundwave’s optic flared. Starscream gasped like he’d won a drama award. Arcee whispered “What the actual frag.” Ultra Magnus fainted.

Megatron? Megatron turned blue. The deepest, most mortified, short-circuiting shade of blue.

He made a strangled noise.

Pointed at Optimus with the most accusatory servo Cybertron had ever seen.

And then screamed: "YOU—YOU—INSUFFERABLE, SELF-RIGHTEOUS—ROMANTIC FRAGGER!"

Then he ran. Literally ran, punching straight through the hundreds of pounds of steel, and dashing out. Shouting obscenities. Down the hall. Out the building.

Post / The Fallout- Oblivious Prime Strikes Again (the mech not my username, lol)

Optimus: “…Was it something I said?”

Ratchet stared at his very foolish friend:

“... Optimus...You proposed to the Megatron.’”

Bumblebee excitedly witnessing the whole situation: “This is the best day of my life.”

And from that moment on, everything changed.

--The Pining--

Optimus sent flowers.

Daily.

Soundwave kept posting “updates” that were really just edited footage of Megatron brooding on cliffs with dramatic music.

Ultra Magnus locked himself in a closet again. Occasionally screamed into the void.

The treaty was unofficially renamed The Accord of Romantic Intentions.

Ratchet accepted the situation and created an entire seating for potential wedding guests.

Starscream wrote several thinly veiled fanfics and tried to sell them to Knockout.

Optimus tried to be noble. Patient. Dignified.

But secretly?

He missed Megatron so much it hurt.

He missed their fights. Their arguments. The way Megatron’s optics flared when he got mad. That arrogant smirk. The fury.

The fire.

He loved him. Stupidly, endlessly, hopelessly loved him.

And now Megatron was a avoiding him.

--The Return--

Lightning split the sky. Thunder cracked. Dramatically.

And the door to the lounge exploded open.

Megatron stood there, drenched, furious, glowing with righteous rage.

He kicked the door aside and yelled:

“YOU CAN’T JUST LOVE ME, I’M TERRIBLE AT EMOTIONS AND ABSOLUTELY A WAR CRIMINAL!”

Then he hurled the bouquet, yet another one of the Prime's courting gifts, at Optimus.

It was Heliotropes, Forget-me-nots, Red Asters, Hyacinths, and Edelweiss.

Optimus caught it. Smiled.

“Then we’re both disasters. Let’s be terrible together.”

Silence. Crackling lightning. And a flustered warlord.

Megatron stomped forward, grabbed his pauldron, dragged him down, and snarled:

“If you’re going to marry me, you better mean it.”

Optimus, voice soft: “I have a cape picked out.”

Megatron, flushing cobalt: “I HATE YOU.”

Optimus, dreamily: “You will look radiant.”

Starscream sobbed in laughter in the background. Ultra Magnus fainted. Soundwave projected doves and sparkles.

Miko eavesdropping: “NO ONE TELL ME WHAT’S HAPPENING!”

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Idk if I should make it a full story. But here's a draft of Soundwave's editions to the peace treaty document.

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Official Treaty Document

THE ACCORD OF ROMANTIC INTENTIONS Ratified on the 20th Cycle of Awkward Love Confessions.

PARTIES INVOLVED:

Optimus Prime, Commander of the Autobots.

Megatron of Kaon, Commander of the Decepticons.

PURPOSE: To formally transition from time of War to marriage proposal as the primary form of Peace.

ARTICLES OF AGREEMENT:

Article I: Public Displays of Affection Shall be mandatory at diplomatic functions, including but not limited to:

War memorial dedications

Annual Peace Summits

Starscream’s sentencing hearings

Article II: Excessive Flower-Gifting Clause Optimus Prime is required to send one (1) bouquet per solar cycle. Failure to comply will result in Megatron throwing a chair. Again.

Article III: Emotional Availability Addendum Megatron will attend weekly sessions with Ratchet titled “Learning to Accept Compliments Without Hissing.”

Article IV: Starscream Gag Order Starscream is not allowed to comment on “the optics of this unholy alliance.” Violation punishable by being seated next to Ultra Magnus at the wedding. For dinner. For eternity.

Article V: The Wedding Shall be a public affair. Dress code: Formal Regalia Theme: “Explosion of Feelings.” Reception music provided by Soundwave. Catering by Knockout. Security by Ironhide, who disapproves.

SIGNATORIES:

Ratchet Soundwave Miko

Megatron

Optimus Prime

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Optimus put extra thought into the bouquets:

Heliotropes: Devotion and eternal love.

Forget-me-nots: True love and remembrance, a symbol of enduring connection.

Red Asters: Undying devotion and deep emotional love, often symbolizing powerful affection.

Hyacinths: Sincerity and heartfelt emotion, with different colors carrying specific meanings (e.g., blue for constancy, purple for sorrow or asking forgiveness).

Edelweiss: Courage, noble purity, and love, especially in the face of hardship or sacrifice.

Title: Love, War, and High-Grade

Oblivious_Prime

Summary:

Optimus drunk calls the Nemesis, resulting in the most embarrassing day of Megatron's life.

Chapters 1-7 on Ao3