[FIC] Advent Calendar Day 13
Title: Stay Strong (412 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Optimus Prime, Megatron
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Speedwriting Challenge
Author's Notes:
- Written for tf_speedwriting advent calendar challenge.
- I have realized I suck at speedwriting XD I went brain dead for about an hour before finishing this T.T
Summary:
Optimus pounders if he is really good enough, a friend's words the only thing that keep him going.
ENJOY
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"Why do they follow you?"
"Because I am strong."
".. I thought your words were strong."
"Words mean nothing if you do not act upon them. Pretty words can catch bots’ attention, but if you’re too weak to carry your ideals out, no one will follow you. Remember that Orion."
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How long since he had heard that? Optimus sighed, looking down from the railing he was leaning on at the mechs running around far below, unworried and trusting that he, Optimus Prime, would keep them safe.
He had never wanted to become Prime. Not that he wasn’t honored. But he did not deem himself worthy of such title, such power.
Primes were strong, both in words and action. Their mere presence inspired bots to do their will, and yet, they were all at war, death hanging over them like a mantle, his words covered by the echos of screams and wails.
He was not strong, had never been.
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The young data clerk leaned on the edge of his seat, optics locked on the mech sitting lazily across from him, systems quiet so his audios would not miss a word that was spoken.
“The world is changing, Orion. The council will fall and a new leader will raise from its ashes.” Megatronus said. “But the new era will not follow just anyone. There will be unrest and chaos, as always happens when there is such a dramatic change in their lives, which is why this leader must be firm, his strength a testament that such a position was rightfully earned. He must not falter, and always, always stay strong.”
Orion nodded.
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When he had been chosen by the Matrix, everyone had expected him to raise to power already being all wise and full of strength. When they saw him, mechs and femmes saluted him with such respect, almost as if he had already won them the war, or had done some other incredible feat worthy of legend.
He felt like a fraud, like he had cheated them out of something important. But the words of his mentor, his friend rang through his processor.
Stay strong.
Optimus realized what leadership was when scared, confused, and lost optics had looked up at him for guidance in the first hours of war. He hadn't had the spark to tell them he was just as scared, hadn't had the spark to walk away.
Stay strong.
How had such magnificent words turned into a curse?
fin
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Optimus Prime, Megatron
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Speedwriting Challenge
Author's Notes:
- Written for tf_speedwriting advent calendar challenge.
- I have realized I suck at speedwriting XD I went brain dead for about an hour before finishing this T.T
Summary:
Optimus pounders if he is really good enough, a friend's words the only thing that keep him going.
ENJOY
000000000000
"Why do they follow you?"
"Because I am strong."
".. I thought your words were strong."
"Words mean nothing if you do not act upon them. Pretty words can catch bots’ attention, but if you’re too weak to carry your ideals out, no one will follow you. Remember that Orion."
000000000000000
How long since he had heard that? Optimus sighed, looking down from the railing he was leaning on at the mechs running around far below, unworried and trusting that he, Optimus Prime, would keep them safe.
He had never wanted to become Prime. Not that he wasn’t honored. But he did not deem himself worthy of such title, such power.
Primes were strong, both in words and action. Their mere presence inspired bots to do their will, and yet, they were all at war, death hanging over them like a mantle, his words covered by the echos of screams and wails.
He was not strong, had never been.
00000000000
The young data clerk leaned on the edge of his seat, optics locked on the mech sitting lazily across from him, systems quiet so his audios would not miss a word that was spoken.
“The world is changing, Orion. The council will fall and a new leader will raise from its ashes.” Megatronus said. “But the new era will not follow just anyone. There will be unrest and chaos, as always happens when there is such a dramatic change in their lives, which is why this leader must be firm, his strength a testament that such a position was rightfully earned. He must not falter, and always, always stay strong.”
Orion nodded.
0000000000000
When he had been chosen by the Matrix, everyone had expected him to raise to power already being all wise and full of strength. When they saw him, mechs and femmes saluted him with such respect, almost as if he had already won them the war, or had done some other incredible feat worthy of legend.
He felt like a fraud, like he had cheated them out of something important. But the words of his mentor, his friend rang through his processor.
Stay strong.
Optimus realized what leadership was when scared, confused, and lost optics had looked up at him for guidance in the first hours of war. He hadn't had the spark to tell them he was just as scared, hadn't had the spark to walk away.
Stay strong.
How had such magnificent words turned into a curse?
fin
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