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My friend B is helping by making a cover for my new fanfic, I haven't posted / completed chapter one yet tho đ . But I can't figure out which one is a better version.
Idk, if anyone responds I would like to hear ur opinions.
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Chapter ?: âYou Poor, Single Aftâ
Peace was supposed to be quiet.
Not easyâbut quiet.
Instead, Optimus stood in the center of the High Council chamber, optics dim with exhaustion, surrounded by squabbling diplomats and far too much polished stone. He kept his expression neutral, his shoulders squared.
The Matrix, nestled within his chest, pulsed.
Warmth spread through his sparkâsudden, sharp, and intense.
He froze.
A powerful wave of longing rolled through his core, unfamiliar and dizzying. A vision bloomed behind his optics unbidden. âhands cupping a face âforeheads pressed together âa kiss that made the world still
Optimus inhaled sharply.
To his right, Ratchet gave him a concerned glance. âHeadache?â
ââŚNo,â he said quickly. âThe Matrix is⌠active today.â
Ratchet stared. âActive as in âwisdom of the ancientsâ or active as in⌠wellâyouâre blushing.â
âI am notââ Optimus stopped himself. Recalibrated. Lowered his voice. âI am simply⌠warm.â
Ratchet did not look convinced.
Across the chamber, the diplomats debated the stability of Kaonâs outer bridges. Optimus tried to listenâhe truly didâbut then another wave hit him. This time, it came not as heat but a heartbeat. Not his. Someone elseâs. Deep, slow. A familiar rhythm.
His optics flicked upâunthinkinglyâsearching for the source.
And found Megatron.
The ex-warlord stood in the far corner, arms folded, posture stiff and proud, optics flicking over the chamber like a bored cat sizing up lesser beings. The light caught along the silver of his plating. His scowl was⌠elegant. Unmoving.
The Matrix surged.
Another image. âMegatron, laughing, hand resting on Optimusâ chest âMegatron asleep, curled beside him âMegatron in a flowing silver cape, walking down an aisle of lightâtoward him
Optimusâs field jolted. He staggered.
Megatronâs head turned sharply, optics narrowing.
ââŚIs something wrong, Prime?â
Optimus scrambled for composure. âNo,â he managed, voice thick. âEverything is⌠functioning.â
Megatron looked him over with that intense gaze that made Optimus feel picked apart, examined down to his smallest screws.
âYou were staring,â Megatron said slowly.
âWas I?â Optimus asked too quickly. âI wasnât. I was lookingâpast you.â
âThereâs no one behind me.â
âAh.â Optimusâs hands twitched. âSo there isnât.â
Ratchet leaned closer. âDo I need to drag you to medbay?â
âNo,â Optimus said a little too fast.
The Matrix pulsed again, hotter this timeâalmost desperate. Longing coiled in his spark, visceral and aching. Not just his. It felt like someone elseâs, too. Someone hollow. Waiting.
His optics drifted back to Megatron.
Megatron was staring again, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. Suspicion and⌠confusion?
Another image burst behind Optimusâs optics. âhis own hand brushing the side of Megatronâs face âMegatronâs lips parting in surprise, leaning in âthe feeling of something clicking into place, finally, completelyâ
Optimus forced a breath. âWe should revisit the Kaon bridge plans later.â
One of the diplomats looked up in confusion. âBut we havenât finishedââ
Megatronâs voice cut in, low and sharp. âKaon is mine. You do not reroute anything without my explicit approval.â
The Matrix responded instantly.
A final imageâthis one hazy but heavy with feelingâMegatron curled against his side, breath soft, whispering something into his chest.
Optimus didnât hear the words. But his spark clenched like it already knew them.
He blinked hard. âMeeting adjourned.â
And walked outâface calm, expression unreadable.
Even as his spark roared.
--
The matrix ships it and has begun actively trying to do something.
SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).
I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.
IN SHORT
Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.
When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media postsâusingÂ
his dyslexia;Â
his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; andÂ
a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a âvalidâ claim,
as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.
When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his âapologiesâ as well as his website (allegedlyâitâs possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasnât any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there.Â
THE TAKEAWAYS
1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain;Â
2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, andÂ
3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but theyâre NOT DELETED from Weitzmanâs servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again.Â
THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)
Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):
This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)
I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entiretyâthough, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywallâalong with a link promising to take meâthrough an app downloadable on the Apple Storeâto an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:
Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) werenât working, I put âKara Danversâ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.
I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the coversâas well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratingsâmade it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice.Â
I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and Iâve only ever had to deal with art theftâwhich has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was repostedâand I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.
After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work theyâve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobookâ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if theyâd heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.
While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knightâs methods and decided to contact OTWâs legal department:
And then I went to bed.
By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:
@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.
That response came only an hour or so later:Â
Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointingâI doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasnât eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.
I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.
A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)
A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.
Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious pricesâthough in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for freeâmy dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.
Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3âand, as a result, my original tumblr postâbegan taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :
Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didnât screenshot in time so Iâm sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):
which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit userâs screenshot, I didnât see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)
... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)
After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether.Â
Itâs not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume itâs the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, youâre not missing much:
And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.
That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:
They were completed works;
They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and
They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.
If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!
I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.
I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.
Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back upâbut the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***
Thatâs when several usersâthe ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that wayâreported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.
Soooâ
Weâre obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they arenât actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasnât willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them.Â
This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:
Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg youâseriously, Iâm on my knees hereâto not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones youâve kept in your âmarked for laterâ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and itâs our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.
Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.
THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):
*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, itâs pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you donât steal some other kidâs art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didnât want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so itâs clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that.Â
**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: itâs even greasier than it looks at first glance. Itâs not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover âartâ, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that canât be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had âfound familyâ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, âenemies to friends to loversâ and âlove triangleâ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrapeânot only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzmanâs needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation.Â
***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but Iâm hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-streamâs search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, donât have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.
Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.
Thank you all so much.
The Nemesis was quiet. Or at least, it was supposed to be. Outside, the storm raged onâwind howling, thunder cracking, lightning flashing in bursts that lit the sky and rattled the hull of the warship. But inside the commanderâs quarters, Megatron lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling as if it had all the answers.
Sleep wouldnât come.
He shifted restlessly in the berth, growling low in his throat. The storm shouldâve been easy to ignoreâheâd survived worse. But tonight, something gnawed at him from within, a quiet ache that the howling winds only seemed to sharpen. The berth felt too cold. The dark too empty.
He turned his head, optics flickering toward the space beside him. It had only recently begun to feel like it belonged to someone elseâsomeone warm, steady, infuriatingly calm.
But that someone wasnât here.
Clenching the sheets in frustration, Megatron tried again to relax. The sounds of the ship creaking beneath the storm only made it worse. He wasnât used to needing things. Needing anyone.
But tonight, he felt it.
Loneliness. The kind that crept in when the armor cracked, when silence stretched too long. The kind that made him ache for something he didnât know how to ask for.
"Slag it," he muttered, reaching for his comm link. His hand hovered. Pride screamed at him to stop. But his sparkâtraitorous thingâpushed him forward.
He hit the call.
âOptimus,â he said gruffly as the transmission opened.
Optimus' voice crackled through the link, a touch of confusion clear in his tone. âMegatron, is something wrong?â
"Just⌠come here. Now," Megatron snapped, unable to mask the irritation in his voice. He stood from the berth, pacing impatiently. "I canât sleep. This fragging storm⌠itâs keeping me up. I needâ" He paused, the words catching in his throat, not quite able to say what he wanted to. âJust get here.â
Another beat of silence. âIâll be there shortly,â Optimus replied. His calm voice soothed the edges of Megatron's frustration.
Megatron ended the call and paced, restless. He didnât know why heâd done it. They were dating nowâwhatever that meant between two old soldiers with battle-worn sparks and too many regretsâbut he still didnât know how to ask for this. For help. For company. For warmth.
When Optimus finally stepped into the room, he looked exactly as Megatron expectedâcalm, composed, his optics softening when they landed on him. The Prime's optics softened as they landed on Megatron, who was standing stiffly in the middle of the room.
âMegatron, whatâs going on?â Optimus asked gently. âWhy did you call me here?â
Megatron grunted, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. âI canât sleep. The stormâs making my circuits short out." He paused. "Youâre⌠comfortable. I thought it would help.â
Optimus blinked. âComfortable?â
âI thought it would help,â Megatron snapped, audials burning. âJust get over here and shut upâ, though the sharpness in his voice was undermined by the way he fidgeted nervously.
Optimusâs lips twitched with the faintest of smiles. He raised an optic ridge, clearly trying to suppress any hint of a smile at the grumpy tone in Megatron's voice. But he said nothing, and with surprising warmth, Optimus sat beside Megatron, reaching out to gently pull him down onto the berth.
The storm raged outside, but within the warmth of the room, everything seemed a little quieter. Optimus lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around the Decepticon in a secure, comforting hold.
The contact was simpleâan arm around shoulders, a quiet presence beside him. But it grounded him instantly.
Megatron stiffened at first, not used to such gentleness, but the tension quickly melted from his frame as Optimus gently nuzzled against him, offering a reassuring comfort and Megatron exhaled slowly at the warmth.
âYou can sleep now,â Optimus murmured, his voice low and soothing. âYouâre safe.â
Megatron let out a quiet sigh, his optics flickering as the peaceful sensation of Optimus' arms wrapped around him began to sink in. The storm outside felt far less threatening now. There was warmth, and security, and for the first time that night⌠peace.
He stared at the wall for a long moment, his vents slowing as the storm faded to background noise. The silence between them wasnât heavy anymoreâit was steady, filled with something quiet and whole.
âI supposeâŚâ Megatron muttered reluctantly, âthis is better.â
âBetter than what?â Optimus teased softly, his breath warm against Megatronâs audials.
âBetter than being awake⌠and alone,â Megatron confessed, his voice quieter now, the words almost feeling foreign coming from him.
Optimus smiled faintly and gave a soft chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chassis. âThen sleep, Megatron. Rest. You donât have to be alone anymore.â
As Megatron relaxed into the embrace, the storm outside faded to the background, the only sound in the room the steady hum of their processors and the soft beat of their sparks. The weight of the dayâs tension finally left him, and his systems slowly powered down, drifting off into the most peaceful recharge heâd had in ages.
Optimus, feeling the rise and fall of Megatron's frame as he finally relaxed, smiled softly to himself. They had come a long way from enemies on the battlefield.
But tonight, that didnât matter. All that mattered was the quiet, the comfort, and the fact that for once, Megatron didnât have to face the storm alone.
And so, they slept.
Together.
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They've begun dating in this au however Megatron still struggles with asking for support from his new partner.
I didn't burn a simple dish I was attempting. But while I was waiting for it to bake a funny conversation arrived in my mind.
Optimus and Megatron marry Post War. The following occurs after misunderstanding after misunderstanding. A resolution to their foolish angst and false assumptions.
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Optimus: âI thought you didnât like me.â
Megatron: âWhat?! Iâve been leaving you energon! I made you tea!â
Optimus: âYou made it black with no sweetener!â
Megatron: âI thought you liked bitter things! You MARRIED ME!â
They stared at each other.
Optimus whispered, âDo you want to hug me?â
Megatron: ââŚYes.â
They awkwardly leaned toward each other, paused, leaned back, then both reached again and collided with a painful clank.
But once arms were around waists, frames pressed together, they didnât let go.
Megatron buried his helm in Optimusâs neck.
Megatron: âI thought you hated me.â
Optimus: âI thought I was too needy.â
Megatron: ââŚYou are needy.â
Optimus: âYou hissed when I touched your shoulder once.â
Megatron: âI was startled! What did you expect!â
Optimus chuckled, rough and joyful. âWeâre very stupid.â
Megatron: âYes. Hug me tighter.â
I imagine if soundwave made a song it would somewhat sound like this.
I realized far too late that I forgot to title the song name here, so I labeled the post title with the name.
Idk why but I couldn't attach the video, so here's the link instead. (Edit: issue fixed)
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 piningâ¨.
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During yet another painfully familiar attempt at a peace treatyâone of countless efforts that had all ended in spectacular failureâOptimus 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. Untilâfinallyâ
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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, âMaybe we should just assassinate the Prime,â at least twice.
Optimus, trying to remain diplomatic: âWe cannot kill our way into a future, Starscream.â
Starscream: âThat sounds like weak Autobot talk.â
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 wasnât opposed to ending someone.
And thenâit happened.
Megatron leaned back with that insufferable smirk, voice like smoke: âYouâll never get what you want, Prime. You never do.â
And something in Optimus just⌠broke.
Tired. Lonely. Overwhelmed. Drenched in the sound of decades of war and Megatronâs voice echoing in his head.
So he said: "Then marry me, and we can stop fighting forever."
The room froze.
Soundwaveâs optic flared. Starscream gasped like heâd won a drama award. Arcee whispered âWhat the actual frag.â 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: "YOUâYOUâINSUFFERABLE, SELF-RIGHTEOUSâROMANTIC 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: ââŚWas it something I said?â
Ratchet stared at his very foolish friend:
â... Optimus...You proposed to the Megatron.ââ
Bumblebee excitedly witnessing the whole situation: âThis is the best day of my life.â
And from that moment on, everything changed.
--The Pining--
Optimus sent flowers.
Daily.
Soundwave kept posting âupdatesâ 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 Megatronâs 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:
âYOU CANâT JUST LOVE ME, IâM TERRIBLE AT EMOTIONS AND ABSOLUTELY A WAR CRIMINAL!â
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.
âThen weâre both disasters. Letâs be terrible together.â
Silence. Crackling lightning. And a flustered warlord.
Megatron stomped forward, grabbed his pauldron, dragged him down, and snarled:
âIf youâre going to marry me, you better mean it.â
Optimus, voice soft: âI have a cape picked out.â
Megatron, flushing cobalt: âI HATE YOU.â
Optimus, dreamily: âYou will look radiant.â
Starscream sobbed in laughter in the background. Ultra Magnus fainted. Soundwave projected doves and sparkles.
Miko eavesdropping: âNO ONE TELL ME WHATâS HAPPENING!â
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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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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
Starscreamâs 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 âLearning to Accept Compliments Without Hissing.â
Article IV: Starscream Gag Order Starscream is not allowed to comment on âthe optics of this unholy alliance.â 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: âExplosion of Feelings.â 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.
I have begun adding my story into Wattpad, so I gave it a cover.
Idk, I may change it.
Picture from @charolyn, in her videos she posts possible ideas.
I definitely want to write something like this.
To be edited.
Tumblr and AO3 - OpMeg FanfictionMore writing is available under Oblivious_Prime in AO3. The Background Image is a potential cover for fic I'm working on. Caffeine 24/7
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