Archive of Our Own

Summary:

And that- Optimus Prime, was Not Orion Pax. Orion Pax was dead. Megatron knew it. So was D-16.

Pax was smiling. In all of these- all of the pages and pages of D-16’s art- his smile, his bright blue optics, reigned over every piece. Staring, watching, smiling at Megatron. He raised a servo to cover his mouth, as the lights of his own red optics dimmed in agony. In grief.

A long time ago, D-16 had figured that, when Orion Pax died, he'd die by D-16's side, and he'd die smiling at him.

Now, Megatron knew such dreams had always been foolish.

 

I podficc'd my own fic, you're welcome.