A/N: THE FINALE OF THIS SERIES HOLY CRAP I LOVE WRITING THIS SERIES SO MUCH SO I HOPE YOU GUYS DO TOO! ENJOY THIS SUPER-DUPER LONG CHAPTER UWU GOODNIGHT YALL
TW: Mind control, angst, slight gore, PTSD, Swearing.
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Taking the feather gently, Optimus gave me a hesitant look before he held it tight. There was a bright flash and the next thing we all knew, we were all in a base and the team were now robots alongside with Optimus. Optimus stood still for a moment before glancing towards his team.
"O-Optimus?" Ratchet gingerly asked. The Prime looked at his oldest friend and nodded, a small smile played on his dermas as he spoke.
"It's good to see you, old friend." Optimus said. Ratchet breathed out a joyful laugh and gave his leader a hug, genuinely happy to have him back. The bots and kids went in for a hug, and I secretly took a snap of the beautiful scene. Pulling away from the hug, Optimus opened his optics and placed his hands down for me to climb on. Getting onto his palms, the Prime lifted me up and brought me close to his face.
"Thank you...m'lady." He said, and I smiled sadly. Optimus set me to the ground gently and told me to turn around. Confused, I obliged to his request and the next thing I knew, I was tackled from behind.
"OOF!" I cried out, the wind in my lungs getting knocked out by Optimus. The big cheeky bastard was smiling his usual goofy smile at me before placing a kiss on my lips, instantly melting away all of my sadness.
"Didn't think I was going to let you go soon, m'lady?" he whispered. I chuckled and hugged him back, already missing his touch.
"I love you too, big guy." I said, sighing into his embrace.
"Damn, Optimus got a girlfriend and you're still single Jack." Miko deadpanned. Jack sputtered and nudged her ribs, offended by the Japanese girl's statement.
"The hell!? You're single too!" he said, crossing his arms. Arcee snickered but held it in when Jack glared at her.
"Well, I don't mind being single...but I bet you do!" Miko laughed and ran off, making the teen boy chase after her. He stopped before Optimus and gave him a smile.
"It's good to have you back, Optimus." he said and took off, hunting down a certain pig-tailed girl. Optimus watched the little boy go and smiled, thankful for everything. Standing tall, Optimus gave me another kiss before going back into his robot form, his optics hardened as he spoke up.
"Autobots, we must take down MECHS, at all cost."
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Timeskip.
Team Prime are now at the MECHS' base, ready to bust it down and take them in for good. Fowler got his team ready and the Bots are on guard. With the man's signal, they all charged in. Team Prime had everything planned out, making sure things go well and that the evil organisation will be demolished.
...Or so they thought.
"Well, hello there Prime... have you forgotten of your master?" Silas said, unfazed by the guns pointing at him. Optimus stood in the middle; blasters ready.
"I serve nobody but my faction." Optimus growled, ready to fire if things go south. Silas clicked his tongue and spoke, making everyone freeze up.
"Command key 0101, respond to your master."
There was a pregnant pause before Optimus shifted, standing rigid. His optics were of a dull blue and his weapons were drawn back.
"Command key activated. Greetings, master." Project 1516 replied monotonously, stepping forward.
"OPTIMUS!" Arcee called out, but he didn't reply, not even when Ratchet yelled through his commlinks. Silas smirked as the Prime was now kneeling down and bowing at him, helm dipped in respect.
"Project 1516, I order you to kill them all." Optimus's optics flashed red and he got up.
"Task received. I will comple-"
"MARK!" I yelled, running towards the large stadium and slammed open the door. There stood my Cybertronian lover, but his eyes weren't blue! Ratchet had me sent over, hoping to snap Optimus out of this.
"Mark! Listen to me! You ran away from them and came to my house for shelter! They TORTURED YOU! SNAP OUT OF IT!!" I screamed, hot tears streaming down my face as I tackled Silas.
"YOU! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" I roared, gripping the startled leader's collar tightly.
Sadly, I was not a government- trained military person and got defeated pretty quick. Silas kicked me hard to the side before stepping on my hands hard. I heard a sickening snap to my wrist as I wailed out in pain. The man had his guns drawn and ready to shoot me, but that bastard was quite the long-winded.
"Well, well, well. You're the one who stole my project. I guess I'll have to thank you for returning him, but you won't be able to stay alive to hear it." he said and cocked his gun. I wanted to get up but I was knocked over pretty badly. Closing my eyes, I resigned my fate as I silently called for Alpha Trion, hoping the mysterious boss of mine could give me another chance-
BANG!
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I slowly opened my eyes to see Silas on the ground, blood pooling over. Optimus was in his human form...no. Optimus was no longer in his normal size, the mech taking a beastly form. His hair was standing and his was glowing bright blue. There was steaming coming out of his mouth as he crouched down in front of me, growling ferociously.
"NO ONE HARMS (Y/N)!!" He roared, tearing apart other MECHS agents as they tried to subdue him. Bullets bounced off his body like rain on skin and the man lets out another roar, tackling and killing all hostile humans. Team Prime was still in shock, not daring to move as they watched their leader tear down the whole place.
The team watched as their leader, Optimus Prime, the one whom swore to never hurt humans, was killing them with his bare hands in cold blood.
I snapped out of my shock and called him weakly, still hurt from my injuries.
"Mark..." I said, hoping he would return back. The crazed man turned over, strange substance dripping from his mouth as he leaped over the carnage towards me. He scooped me up and held me in his embrace, hugging me tightly as he assesses my injuries.
"(Y/N) hurt... I will kill them...they hurt (Y/N) ..." he muttered, petting my hair. He was about to go off to finish his job when I held him back weakly, pleading him to stay.
"D-Don't go...please...enough..." I cried, hugging him. Mark snapped out of his trance and held me weakly before carrying me up, bridal- styled.
Looking at his teammates with sadness, Mark ran with me still in his arms, getting far away from the base. The man didn't stop until we reached my house. Going inside, Mark swiftly went up to my room and set me down on the bed before joining in, taking my blankets and wrapping us both together. We both went silent as we breathed heavily, still processing what just happened.
After a long period of silence, Opt-Mark spoke up.
"I am...a monster..." he said mournfully, sobbing into his hands. I pulled him close and let him lean on my shoulders as he shook violently, crying his spark out. I said nothing, letting the man vent out all of his frustrations. Mark turned and hugged me tight, crying audibly as his words spoke volumes of his helplessness.
"I'm being controlled...I nearly doomed us all...I'm a murderer..." He said, tears leaking. I rubbed circles on his back, placing soft kisses on his head while murmuring comfort words to him.
"You're no monster, you're a victim of circumstances...it's not your fault...it never was..." I said, dropping a few tears on his head. My heart broke for him. He was an innocent bot going on a scouting mission in search of his fuel and these...monsters attacked him and turn him into their puppet to do their biddings.
I fucking hate them.
"You can stay with me, forever. Whatever your choices are, I'll stay with you." I said, cupping his face and placing a kiss onto his lips.
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Mark hesitantly eased into the kiss and dipped his head into mine, leaning in to relish in this quiet and peaceful moments. His mind was going crazy as the Matrix tried to hold him control while Nemesis was begging for more blood.
One thing for sure, the three of them including Optimus was absolutely PISSED at Silas for attacking you.
You. You were his light, his final saving grace. Primus has sent many miracles, and you're the final salvation to his sanity. He NEEDS you. The thought of you running in, risking your life by standing in between him and the fragging MECHS, even Nemesis took a step back. The evil him swore to destroy everything, but you. MECHS may have planted key codes and commands into Optimus, but you were the ultimate override code to everything. Optimus lamented on putting you in such risk, yet again coming to his aid and bailing him out. His regrets were many, but none compared to seeing you injured by the hands of his captors.
Oh, how he should have made the fucking idiot scream for mercy. Instead, he slammed Silas down hard, cracking his skull. It was a painful death, but Optimus played on the thought of hurting him more, letting him have a taste of his own damn medicine. He should have burn him, skewered-
"Mark!" you called out, shaking his arms. Mark snapped back into reality.
'I really am a monster now...aren't I...?' Mark thought sorrowfully, hating himself for thinking such horrible thoughts. He came back to his senses at the sound of your angelic voice, his only hope for staying sane.
"I'm so sorry..." Mark muttered, eyes sore and puffy from crying. Looking down, he saw your broken left wrist and fought the growl rising from his throat. He went to the drawer and got out the first aid, starting to patch you up.
"You weren't supposed to be involved..." Mark said softly, tying up the bandage. You still needed to see a doctor, but this will do for now. You sighed, taking the large man in as you hugged him tightly.
"I don't care, I'm with you forever until I die. That's not gonna change, not in all eternity sweetheart." You said, grasping his torn shirt. The man had finally reduced in size from earlier's berserk mode, sighing into your sweet touch.
"I love you...m'lady..." he murmured, fatigue and exhaustion taking a toll on his body. You yawned too, shifting into lying down with him as you both fell asleep. What you didn't know however, was Primus sent you both into slumber, watching over quietly by the windows as he sighed.
"My last descendant...you've been torn and striped down to nothingness, I can only grant you (Y/N) to save your sanity...for the hope of your team and everyone else...perhaps it is unfair for me to place all of this...burden onto you...let me perform one last miracle, for the sake of all Cybertronians and humans alike..." Primus said before vanishing.
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The Cybertronian God appeared before the very warlord of Decepticon. Megatron was in his berth room, quietly sipping his Energon cube while reading a datapad when a loud boom made him drop his cube. Growling, he spun around, ready to attack the intruder that dares to disturb his peace when he was met with the glorious Primus himself. Gasping, Megatron took a step back, in awe at the same time scared shitless at the god before him.
"WHAT THE FRAG-"
"Now, that's no way to greet your Lord, isn't it?" Primus said, chuckling a little. Megatron's dermas went wide before he shut them tight, narrowing his optics as he demanded answers from Primus.
"What do you want, dear Primus? I believe I have that catches your interest." Megatron said, slowly calculating the God's motives. Primus sighed and waved his hand in dismissal.
"None whatsoever...but one." he said. Megatron rose an optic ridge at the deity before him, the god effectively catching his attention.
"And pray tell, what is it?" Megatron asked, still wary of Primus.
"Please, don't be so hostile of me. I merely came forward to offer a ...peaceful truce. I wish not for my children to fight any longer of this ...war. Eons and eons of Energon spilled, yet there is no bot prevailing against one another. At one time, I believed Optimus would...until fate gave him a harsh path." Primus said softly, optics dimming in sadness. Megatron stood still for a moment before speaking up.
"Why me?" he asked.
"Because your very intention to rule Cybertron was to change the rule, the rule that chained every Cybertronian down from their own free will. I believe...with the right mind...you'll prevail alongside with the Autobots." Primus said.
"HAH! Why would I want to rule with them!? I've given my trust to Orion, yet he has lied; claiming the Matrix for his own!" Megatron fought back, optics burning hatred for the faithful day he and Orion severed ties.
"You...cared for Orion...haven't you?"
"...cared; past tense."
"Why?"
"I can't...you shouldn't even be communicating with me...with all due respect, but my blood has been connected-"
"With my evil twin brother, Unicron. But...there's always a way to undo all of this...to start over...I am asking for your servo, to help start afresh..." Primus cut him off, looking down sorrowfully. "We can flourish together again...no more war...no more caste system...no more pain...no more death..." Primus finished.
Megatron went quiet. He hated the Autobots with much passion as they do with him. But after the Unicron incident, he was having doubts in allying with the chaos bringer. The ruthless Unicron only wanted to destroy everything, not to conquer.
"I..." Megatron for once, was stumbled.
"I fully understand your resentment to the team...but Optimus...needs your help." Megatron's optics snapped wide as he looked up to the god.
"What?"
"Optimus is...broken." Primus finally spoke the truth, grieving for his last Prime. Megatron took another step back, not believing his audials.
"Is this some kind of sick joke-"
"It is not."
"What do you mean by BROKEN!?" Megatron seethed, slamming his servos on the table.
"He has gone...wrong...faulty...error. The vile humans have thoroughly shattered him...the only sole reason he's still not going out on a rampage...is due to a certain femme." Primus spoke, shutting his optics with sadness.
"Orion...is defeated?" Megatron said softly, momentarily reverting back to his previous self. No matter how much he hated Prime...somehow, it breaks him to know of this detail.
"Yes...and no...but he is of no stable condition to continue leading Team Prime..." Primus replied.
"Are you saying...?"
"If you could see the errors in your ways...perhaps we could let the Matrix choose you as its bearer, to lead Cybertron to its Golden Age once more." Primus smiled.
"And you're not afraid of me backstabbing you? Going against your words?" Megatron challenged, crossing his arms in front of him.
"Because I can read you. I know as much as Optimus do that you, Megatron, wants what's best for your world. The only reason why you sought to get control of Earth was due to Cybertron being destroyed, nothing more." Primus said, firming his gaze onto the ex-gladiator.
Megatron pondered for a moment before sighing, shoulderplates sagging as years of stress was finally lifted off from him. Opening his optics, the once ruby optics turned back into his cerulean blue ones as he stared back at Primus with hesitancy in his optics.
"Am I...worthy?"
"It is a start, for the best of two worlds." Primus said, nodding at the silver mech. With a wave of his hand, traces of Dark Energon left the warlord's body, reverting his frame into his gladiator state; silver and red. Megatron looked down at his body before looking up to Primus with renewed strength and goals in mind.
"I think...it's time to end this."
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Timeskip, one year later.
The war between the two factions has long ended, Megatron calling for the truce first. In the beginning, the Autobots were in denial...until Primus himself came forward to vouch for the ex-warlord. Heck, even Alpha Trion was surprised! He had yet to foresee this outcome, but he was nonetheless happy.
Cybertron was restored back with the aid of two factions, and the bots made one Golden rule; not to ever harm humans. Agent Fowler got in contact and became one of the key liaisons to the two worlds, chairing meetings with the Cybertronians and what nots.
Optimus and (Y/N) on the other hand, finally had their happy ending. Optimus willingly gave up the Matrix to Megatron, trusting the fate of new generations on him as the now-ex-Prime retired, choosing to spend his days with the love of his life.
Megatron's spark was broken at the sight of his closest friend/enemy being plagued with the risk of going berserk and made it a duty to drop by for a visit whenever he was free. You were Optimus sole reason for not snapping, but Megatron still came by with goodies from Cybertronian when he pops by, not that any of you minded though. Optimus was ecstatic to meet his brother-in-arms again after eons of war.
The Autobots and Decepticons bonded a strong friendship, sharing their stories and putting past their grudges against one another. There were some whom initially disagreed to the notion, but one meeting it took from seeing Primus made them all well.
Yes, even Starscream and Airachnid, though the latter chose to exile herself with her hives, venturing in space but formed a vow to not harm anybots or humans.
Currently, the two teams including the kids were at (Y/N)'s house, activating their holoforms as they enjoyed each other's presence.
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"Primus! Finally, a damn break!" Bumblebee said, laughing alongside with Smokescreen. The brave warrior got his voice back, courtesy of the help from three respected scientist/doctors. I chuckled, pulling Mark close to me as he snuggled into my embrace.
Optimus decided on changing his name entirely to Mark, as a sign of a new start.
"It has been a while, busy with the new system I take it?" I asked, looking at Megatron. He nodded, yawning a little as he sipped his tea.
"So tired but so satisfying..." he gave me a lazy smirk. Starscream was looking over a datapad before handing it to me. It seems that I was their consultor for their work. I don't mind though; I love helping my family.
"(Y/N), how do you propose of having a housing unit in Cybertron? We'll make sure that you got the proper suit for walking around and stuff!" he beamed. Mark tugged at me, giving me his usual puppy eyes.
"Please?" he pleaded. Megatron, Starscream, Ratchet and Soundwave had a hopeful look on their faces too.Chortling, I gave him a squeeze before nodding at the team.
"Please, lead the way." I said, agreeing with them.
Sighing into the chair I was in, I took a sip of my lemon tea as I watched Wheeljack playing with the kids before Bumblebee and Smokescreen joined in, running around my garden. Ultra Magnus rolled his eyes, drinking his coffee in silence. Arcee was talking with Bulkhead while Shockwave was conversing with Knockout. Alpha Trion sat by my side, humming softly as he drank his favourite tea in peace.
"Perhaps this wasn't how I have assumed the future to be, but it is the one that turned out for the best after all." He mused, looking at Megatron who nodded along. I chuckled softly, caressing Mark's face as the large man was now lying down on my lap.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."