Dating Genji Shimada

Old Friend, Forever Love (One Shot) Blackwatch Genji X Recruit Friend Reader (Overwatch)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter this one being another one for the Archive Event. This was Requested BY: _fuyuki_oshiha_ I hope you enjoy!]

(Genji’s POV)

She had been the love of my life, the only one who knew me for me. The one who knew I had fears of never being loved. That I secretly loved anime and not the violent one, the sweet cute ones. That I had a fear of spiders and a fear of failing my family. She had been through it all with me. Always cheering me up and being with me because she was a friend and not what she could get out of me. She made me feel safe and loved and I never got to tell her how I felt about her. I had almost died and now am no longer a man, I am more machine than anything else.

That will be my biggest regret. I sigh and go to the meeting room. Gabriel said an Overwatch Recruit had to get my paper work to Commander Morrison. I make it to the office and placed it down. I go to leave when I hear.

“Genji?” I heard the most enchanting voice which I would never forget. “I-Is that you?”

I turned and looked to see (Name), The love of my lie standing their in strike blue recruit clothes. I was stunned. How is she… I then remember what I am now and turn and run. I could hear her running after me and she tackles me to the ground. On reflex I flipped us over and grabbed her by the throat.

“What do you want!?” I demand. “To mock me for what I become.”

She even though I had her by her throat lifted her hand to my cheek. I could not help but melt into her touch as she stroke my cheek. “Never Genji. I am still your friend no matter what you are.”

(XD Oh Friend Zone XD)

I fall on top of her and hold her close and for the first time in years I cried, All I needed was her. I love her so much and I am not going to loose her. She is mine!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Now should I make a part 2 Comment bellow and stay sexy all my friends ;3)

🌹Happy Crimson Days🌹

I have been SO excited to share this as it's been finished for many days now. @wrenandthemachine is truly AMAZING and I really can't thank her enough for making this for me. After I described what I wanted for this piece, she sent back a quick sketch and it was as if she'd actually looked into my brain and just plucked the whole thing right out. She also added in a few touches I hadn't thought of that just made it all the more romantic and special. In fact, it even sparked a little ficlet I made to go along with it and, in keeping with the traditional dates Bungie tended to release Crimson Days - once upon a time - I decided to post it today.

Wren, thank you, again. So, SO. much. 🥲🥰🌹

I'd also like to thank @echosong971 for looking over the fic and giving me a thumbs up as well as offering up some great inspiration! 💗

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The Courtyard had been bustling with activity all day. Guardians, their armor adorned in every shade of red, white, and pink, went running and bouncing about across the open space among the waves of fragrant and intricately arranged plumes of roses decorating every square inch of the Tower possible - some even strung together to form tiers of garland draped over edges and delicately hung about railings. Red silken petals fell from the blue sky above, landing all around like delicate snowflakes, only to slowly fade once they touched the concrete walkways and platforms then reform once again above, slowly descending all over again. A trick of technology, but romantic and fantastical nonetheless.

Even the Ghosts were getting in on the festivities, wearing special shells - some shaped like hearts, some, like their Guardians, awash in pinks, reds, whites and styles of every kind, but all a reflection of love. Many were even showing off endearing projections just for the occasion and all of them would go buzzing about and twirling through the air, chirping and giddy around fellow Ghosts and just as happy as their Guardians to have this time to reflect on something joyous and warm - something special: A bond that could never be broken, even as the Darkness continued to encroach on the Light.

As evening approached, and more and more Guardians began returning after a day of festivities and Crucible matches, a low, soft hum seemed to settle over the Tower. Tiny lights began to glow all around, some nestled in and about the roses, creating a warm and intimate candlelit atmosphere. People grew quieter, the sky took on a pinkish purple hue all around the Traveler, and, gradually, those who’d found a special someone paired off to share a meal or drinks, or a little something more, while others gathered with friends, deciding to head into the City to the Cantinas to celebrate their friendships.

And me? I headed up a stairway leading to a balcony that overlooked the City. There, an all too familiar figure, his back to me, was casually leaning over the railing, gazing out beyond the bustle and activity below - out beyond the wall to the Wilderness and the first twinkling stars above. A soft wind blew in from the East, lifting his cloak ever so slightly, the tattered tails dancing at the backs of his calves. I smiled and walked over to him, leaning onto the railing next to him.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” I murmured.

“Always is,” he replied, not even turning his head to look at me, the edges of his hood hiding his face. “Never get tired of it, though.”

“Me either,” I softly smiled. “You waiting here for someone?” I asked.

“My wife,” he told me. “Thought I’d surprise her. Take her out to dinner someplace special. Someplace really romantic. Totally wow her. Maybe even get lucky later.”

I grinned, holding my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a laugh, even as I continued to look out at the City. The lights were beginning to glow brighter as the sun started to fully set, the warm hues in the sky growing richer as they grew darker. Celebratory music could be heard rising up from below and off in the distance, fiery red heart-shaped lanterns began to float up toward the Traveler.

It was beautiful.

“So, where is she?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Oh … she’s got this habit of trynna save the world,” he dramatically lamented, waving his hand out over the City. “Damned annoying if ya ask me,” he added, making me smile again.

“Trying to save the world sounds like a pretty big task. Good thing she’s got you around to keep her spirits up for something so monumental.”

“I know, right?” He all too readily agreed, his tone lifting with pride. “I should get a medal!”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed softly, breaking character, and looked over at him just as he finally turned his head to look at me. His azure faceplates glistening with the reflections of the warm yellow-orange lights all around us, making them take on a shimmering, greenish hue.

So beautiful.

His blue eyes though, they never changed. The optics were like deep pools of water, soft and adoring as they cascaded over the features of my face, as if he were seeing me for the first time again and wanted to memorize each and every facet, a tender smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured.

“Eh,” he grunted, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “Figured you would be. Damned Hive are so inconsiderate when it comes to other people’s plans.”

“The absolute worst. I think I’m going to complain to their boss next time,” I nodded, and we both laughed before a comfortable silence settled around us again.

“I got somethin’ for ya,” he whispered and I looked over at him as he reached behind himself and under his cloak, carefully revealing a single red rose he’d had hidden there. It was in full bloom, its plump petals like red velvet - rich and decadent. He turned and took a step closer to me, and I watched as he lifted the rose to my forehead. As soon as the petals touched my skin I sighed and smiled, my eyes closing of their own volition, the light, pleasantly soft tickle of the flower trailing down over the curves and dips of my features, slowly moving lower and lower, eliciting goosebumps all over my body, my heart skipping a beat. As the petals brushed over the tip of my nose he paused, giving me a moment to breathe in the delicious warm scent, the fragrance like fresh raspberries in the sun - sensual and delicious. I slowly licked my lips and sighed, wiggling my toes inside my boots to stave off the desire to just rip his armor off right here. As If he knew exactly what I was thinking, a heady chuckle rose from his throat and he moved on, tracing the outline of my lips, then down over my chin and further still, down along the side of my neck, teasing the senistive skin until he reached the collar of my armor.

Just as the sensation of the petals faded away, warm, yet giving metal touch my lips, lovingly pressing against them with practiced tenderness. The heat of his body made the light sprinkle of the musky cologne he’d put on earlier that day waft all around me, making my breath hitch with even greater excitement. I let a tiny moan escape me, opening my mouth to him, blindly sliding my hands up over the leather padded armor of his chest and shoulders, then up around the back of his neck, cradling the back of his head through his hood. His lips parted, and I beckoningly lapped at the underside of his upper lip, drawing him in further, hearing and feeling a low rumble from deep in his throat as it vibrated through him. A strong arm curled around my waist, pulling me into him possessively, the gentle kiss becoming more heated, more passionate, and more and more intense and needy as we playfully and eagerly gasped into each others mouths and teased and nipped at each other’s lips before we barely managed to pull ourselves back, panting and gazing into each others eyes.

“Wow,” I sighed, catching my breath, feeling how cool the air suddenly seemed on my flushed cheeks. “Really missed me today, didn’t you, handsome?” I asked, sliding my hands back down to rest on his chest and maybe just maintain some balance as I felt a bit weak in the knees.

“I always do,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded. Even though his armor, I could feel his heart racing under my palms.

“Maybe we should order in instead,” I purred, holding my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a wanton and predatory gaze.

He arched a sharp eyebrow at me before returning the look, winking. “Maybe.”

I grinned and pressed back against him, hugging him as close as my heavy armor would allow, tucking my head under his jaw with another contented sigh. Both his arms were around me in an instant, hugging me right back, swaying us slowly to some unknown melody in the air.

The day had been long and grueling. He’d had official duties he’d had to see to here and hadn’t been able to join me.

That hadn’t stopped him, though.

From the moment I’d left this morning until I returned to the Hanger not too long ago, he’d been on the comms with me, chatting and joking with me, throwing biting witticisms at our enemies as if he were right there beside me.

I never once felt alone.

Still, through it all, and even with his giddy baritone ringing in my ears, all I could think was there was nowhere else in all creation I’d wanted to be than in his arms.

When we finally and reluctantly eased back from one another, he handed the rose to me with a smile and dotingly tucked a few strands of unruly hair, mussed from my helmet and the gentle winds, back behind my ear, then kissed my forehead. I smiled again and sniffed at the rose once more, the scent intoxicatingly sweet. He quietly chuckled and I grinned, then wrapped my arm around his left bicep, holding onto him as we both turned together and leaned back over the railing, gazing down at the City.

I curled in closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that?” I whispered.

I felt him tilt his head to rest against mine. “I love you, too,” he whispered back, laying his free hand over the one I had holding the rose.

“Happy Crimson Days, Ais.”

“Happy Crimson Days, Cayde.”

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On The Nature Of Light

“The Light...well, it's a funny thing.

It's unique to each Guardian, the draw of their Light. No two energies are the same. That's why I could pick my brother out from a sea of Stormcallers if I really wanted to show off. I know the crackle of his Arc and the buzz of his Light like I know the weight of his presence, the shape in which he takes up space—it's a signature so electric and so uniquely him. I know it so well that it surprises me when people don't notice him.

But apparently, there's even more to this story. Somethin' I just found out.

See, you spend time with someone for long enough, be intimate with them long enough, and somethin' real funny happens with your Light:

It leaves traces. Imprints.

I go up to my partner and I can feel it. Within the smolderin' furnace of Solar Light radiating from his body, I sense it. It curls through his systems and courses through his mechanical body—a slithering line of Void tanglin' with his Light. It's small, yet its draw is strong. Potent. Heavy. I can feel its presence in my chest like how I feel the snap of a tether when it breaks; it's intrinsic and second-nature, as natural as breathing. I can feel the way his flames interact with it. Instead of swallowin' it, they merely embrace it, envelop it, accept it as if it were one with him.

I found myself wonderin' if he feels it too, that piece of me within him. I wonder if he can feel the mark I've left on what is the closest thing to a soul we have.

Then, I wonder if he's marked me.

I found that if I close my eyes and focus real hard, I can sense it. I can sense the roaring flame within the empty expanse of my Void Light, flickering so brightly within the abyss, refusing to be devoured. Yet the gaping darkness merely cradles it, holds it, kindles it so that it burns for the rest of time.

I can feel the spark of his Light burnin' bright in my chest, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the imprint he's left on me, the piece of him I carry with me everywhere I go.

I feel the marks our Lights have left on each other.

And I smile.”

- from the journals of Echo-3

Ahem *taps the mic* I wanna... I want some Genji smoochies because yes go ninja boy who deserves to be smooched <3

I've actually already given out Genji smooches here, HOWEVER! I will happily write you more because ily and you deserve Genji smooches and he deserves smooches from you <3

You and Genji were just hanging out on the couch when he accidently poked your side a bit.

You laughed and pulled away from him. "That tickles, Genji."

He smirked at you playfully. "Does it?"

"Genji, don't." You saw him creep forward. You set of a bomb that you didn't like.

"Don't.... what?"

"Genji, I'm serious!!!" You went to run off, but Genji tackled you to the couch and tickled your sides until you couldn't breath.

"GENJI STAWP!!!" You laughed and laughed, heaving for breath.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." He stopped for one second before laughing and pouncing on you again. But this time he didn't tickle you, instead he pressed kisses all over your face and neck, which definitely still tickled.

"Genji," you grabbed his face mid kiss, which made his lips adorably squishy. "Quit that, cutie." You pressed your lips to his, making him smile.

"But you're so cute." His voice was muffled from you still grabbing his face.

"You're so cute." You let go of his face and pressed kisses all over him this time.

He laughed that cute laugh you always loved. You and your sweet boy. There was nothing more you needed.

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if you want character smoochies, go ahead and send some in!!!

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Just changed the exposure on the pic so you can see it better - the original was REALLY dark.  You can find it here: https://meyar-ahraan.tumblr.com/post/614369283913482240

Thank you to @kyloxmoegi1993 for sharing this one with me! ❤️ Absolutely in love with it!  I swear, this could’ve been taken in his and Ais’s apartment!  LOL! 

‘But what is grief, if not love persevering?’

WandaVision, 2021

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Originally created for @ss-shitstorm’s Fortuna Primigenia

Hey look it’s also in color

thunder - genji shimada x reader

so i felt like genji and hurt/comfort so here u go lol

warnings: angst??

word count: 1200+

***

Being in Blackwatch had its advantages. For one, rules were laxer, because Commander Reyes was pretty cool for a CO. You also got to learn more skills that might not be as legal as Overwatch allowed.

But of course, there were also disadvantages. The major one being the budget.

Since Blackwatch wasn’t really supposed to exist, less money was given to fund it than if it was a division known by the general public.

So that meant that multiple agents had to share one room.

Lucky for you, you ended up bunking with your closer comrades, Jesse McCree and Genji Shimada.

You were close to Jesse, and Genji? Well, you just happened to have a soft spot for Genji.

You three shared a bathroom and living area, and it actually wasn’t as bad as you’d expected. Sure, Jesse snored, and Genji left his clothes on the floor a lot, but you could deal with that.

Living in close quarters brought the three of you closer, which was definitely a pro. Learning more about one another helped you bond, which helped teamwork out on the field.

It was a normal Tuesday night. You were lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, while Jesse was already in a deep sleep, snoring away happily. Tossing and turning, you pulled your blanket around yourself, trying to get comfy.

There was a storm raging outside. Through the windows, you could see lightning striking the other buildings outside. This type of storm was the perfect weather to sleep through, yet you just couldn’t.

Through the thunder and Jesse’s snores, you managed to hear a noise that seemed to come from Genji; a jagged inhale of breath. The kind that you made when you cried.

You glanced in the direction of his bed. “Genji?”

The noise stopped.

You tried again. “Genji? You okay?”

“No.”

His voice was cracked and raspy, and you could barely hear him.

You slipped out of your bed, and walked to his bed, your feet padding softly on the floor. Thunder sounded in the distance, and in the dark, you could see him curled up in a ball, shivering.

You knelt next to him, asking softly, “Genji? What’s wrong?”

“I…” He took a deep breath. “The storm. The thunder.”

He was afraid of the thunder.

You awkwardly patted his shoulder, murmuring, “there, there,” in the most soothing tone you could muster.

“Do you need anything?”

He nodded. “A glass of water?”

You sprung up, making a beeline for the pitcher of water on the counter. Soon, Genji was sitting upright in his bed, sipping on a cup of water, his red eyes glowing weakly.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting patiently for something; an explanation, a request, anything. You took the sight in: Genji Shimada, stoic, seemingly fearless cyborg ninja, deadly assassin, hunched over in a ball, mask off, shivering.

You sort of expected an explanation, yet you were surprised when he spoke.

“Do you know why I am like this?” He said, putting down the cup and gesturing to his body. He sounded pained, and you worried that you were pressuring him.

“It’s completely fine, you don’t have to tell me, Genji -”

He cut into your sentence halfway, saying, “No. I want to tell you.”

“Okay. To tell you the truth, I have heard rumours. It was…” You swallowed. “Your brother?”

He nodded solemnly. His eyes glowed a bit brighter, and he flinched as thunder boomed through the sky.

“My brother attacked me, and left me for dead. Then Overwatch found me, and saved me, in exchange for my services as a living weapon.”

He sounded bitter, and you felt a sudden urge to tackle him in a hug.

“That night, when he nearly murdered me, it - it was raining heavily. I remember lying there for hours, lost in the fog of my own pain. I was on the verge of death when they found me. And all I heard as I laid there was thunder, sounding over and over again, like knives to my ears.”

Tears were streaming down his face.

Your heart hurt for him. Nobody should ever have to go through what Genji went through. His brother was a sick bastard.

Acting on impulse, you let go of your restraint and hugged him, as tight as you could. He was so cold, and you felt him stiffen before he put his arms around you and hugged back.

The two of you stayed there, in a tight embrace, and whenever Genji flinched at the thunder, you whispered comforting words into his ear and hugged him tighter.

Soon, he pulled away, and he found yourself missing the warmth. He sniffled. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through everything. You don’t deserve any of this.” You gestured wildly.

He stayed silent, hesitating before he asked, “Would you stay with me? For tonight?”

You practically melted. “Of course.”

Genji lay down, as you slipped under the sheets with him, putting your arms around his body. You nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing contentedly as warmth spread through your body.

“Good night, Genji,” You mumbled, placing a kiss on his neck.

It seemed like he got hotter, temperature-wise.

“Good night, Y/N.”

***

The next morning, you woke to see Jesse wearing a shit-eating grin as he stared down at the two of you.

“Never would’ve pegged you as the big spoon, Y/N.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you glanced at Genji, who was still asleep. You couldn’t move, or you could risk waking him up.

Aww. He looks so precious when he’s sleeping. Like an angel.

“You two are going to be late for breakfast at this rate.”

You shush him, glaring at the cowboy. “Go away, McCree. I don’t care if I’m late.”

Jesse pulled open the door, tossing a final, “I think Reyes would care, but have it your way” before leaving.

With as minimal movement as possible, you gaze down at Genji’s sleeping face. Who cares if you were late for breakfast, or maybe even training? As long as it was for Genji, you’d be okay with it.

You swept a loose hair away from his face, hesitating, and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

A blush spread across his face, and his cybernetic vents opened to release steam.

You raised an eyebrow. “Genji?” You whispered. “Are you awake?”

He slowly opened his eyes, one at a time. “No?” He answered, but it came out more like a question. He smiled sheepishly, and your mouth fell open in shock.

“Holy shit,” You muttered.

He tensed, dropping the smile. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never seen you smile before. You should do it more, you look so beautiful.”

He released steam again, blushing.

You leaned in, eyes fixed on his lips.

Noticing this, he got visibly nervous, licking his lips.

You wanted to ask if you could kiss him, but as you opened your mouth, Commander Reyes’ voice blared through the holofeed speaker in your quarters.

“Agents Shimada and L/N, get your asses to breakfast, or you’ll have to run ten laps ‘round the base.”

You straightened up, disappointment weighing in your bones. Trying to make the best of it, you offered a hand to Genji. “Come on. Let’s go to breakfast,” you said, smiling softly at him.

He took your hand.

REVERSE SONAMY

I feel that there is a bit of confusion in regards to the ever-popular "Reverse Sonamy" trope fans are hoping to see in Sonic Movie 4. Every time I bring it up, I get this:

"Well, I want Sonic to like Amy, but I don't want her to be completely disinterested in Sonic!"

Actually, this isn't a misunderstanding of Reverse Sonamy. This is a misunderstanding of actual Sonamy. This is for one reason:

SONIC LIKES AMY. It is confirmed. It is teased, and the whole "dating" thing probably won't become canon until I'm 100, but Sonic being romantically interested in Amy IS a thing.

Reverse Sonamy is the same thing, but flipped. Sonic is more open about trying to gain the affections of Amy, who is interested, but is too shy/has more important things on her mind.

Movie SonAmyyy

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT FROM MOVIE SONAMY I LOVE EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN SEEING

reverse sonamy:

THIS IS SO CUTE. like. if theres any sonic to be simping over amy it would be movie sonic. and goshhhhh i am SO here for it. i still want amy to have a crush on sonic but it’d be too endearing to have the movie focus on sonic being absolutely confused by these new emotions

this animatic perfectly encapsulates this

oblivious sonic and painfully in love amy:

if you know me at all you’ll know that one of my favorite things about amy is her massive crush on sonic AND ITS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD I WANNA WATCH HER FALL IN LOVE

maybe this is just my excuse to share all the wonderful fan content ive seen (also this was made but one of my wonderful moots pls check her stuff out)

amy and sonic straight up beefing:

IDK THIS IS ALSO VERY ENTERTAINING IMAGINE THEYRE JUST BICKERING 24/7 AND EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE IS JUST DONE WITH THEM

old married couple and theyve just met be fr

it’d feel a lot like boom sonamy which i cant say is my preferred take but would still be fun to watch

sonic tryna be cool:

I mean i don’t think i have to elaborate but he’d be using cheesy pick up lines from the internet frfr

comedy gold right there

YALL IDK IM JSUT SO EXCITED DROP ANY DIFF TAKES IN THE REPLIES OR REBLOGS ID LOVE TO SEE AND I CANT DECIDE WHAT I WANT WHICH I GUESS IS A GOOD THING BC ILL BE HAPPY WITH EITHER

Transformers: Dark of The Moon [The Fall of 2 Primes]

The strength & narrative of this DOTM movie would’ve been the mentor /student relationship between Sentinel & Optimus. 

Character driven story about “Bonds & Corruption”

Sentinels death would’ve held more weight if the humans had much much much much less screentime:

*Bye Sam, bye Sam’s parents, by Carly, bye Military Jocks i don’t gaf about

 Here we get to see flashbacks of Orion Pax under Sentinels guidance on Cybertron, the mentorship. 

Even a spry Bee with his true voice, a young scout. 

Younger Ironhide, a combat instructor.

Jazz, stylistic, smooth talking upcomer in the Ranks, BFF with Cliffjumper.

Ratchet, studious, friend of Orions.

We see them briefly, but enough to hit the emotional chords. The focus is Orion & Sentinel.

Thus, we see Cybertron’s culture, the AllSpark in it’s original glory, everything.

Orion, he serves as an archivist, a meek yet brilliant librarian, and Sentinel Prime; Elite Cybertronian Defender, Commander. 

Sentinel seeing potential, and a good soul in Orion, takes him under his wing. 

Teaching his philosophies & principles to the young scholar, here we see Sentinels warmer side. His true self:

Before the War

 And tragically, as the War dragged on. 

As Orion ascended to Prime status, came the dark toll of what the War did to Sentinel Prime & his sanity:

Thus his descent into the Decepticon way of thinking, the ends justifying the means; His fall being sealed with the deal with the Devil, the “Deal with Megatron.”

Which we’d actually SEE happen.  

Fast forward, Sentinel is found. 

The pillars are the mission now, yet The Autobots are collecting them while Sentinel is withholding his true intentions.

By now, Jazz is indeed alive in Movie 1,2, & most of 3:

 And it is here, In the third film after getting to know them as characters, not CGI props with stereotypical traits; That Sentinel kills both Ironhide & Jazz in a brutal 2v1. 

 Showing a more badass, less bullshit death for two legacy Autobots, them using teamwork & veteran combat tactics against a seasoned Prime. With swelling Jablonsky epic score. 

And displaying Sentinels strength as he defeats them both with sheer cunning, and superior skills. 

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 The Setup of the fight-

-is they would be on recon to look for pillars, just the three of them as a squad, while Bee, & Ratchet are elsewhere. And Optimus is solo. 

Sentinels plan would be to weed down the Autobots to just Optimus remaining, for he still cares for his friend and wants to possibly turn him.

So for opposition to be minimum, so he attacks the 2 unsuspecting Autobots. 

They would have him on the defense at first, Similar to (Ultra Magnus & Wheeljack vs Predaking fight): Brutal, gritty, well executed.

They would overwhelm him initially with sequences of team attacks:

-only for the fight to suddenly turn when Ironhide charges in for another punch, Sentinel feints and spear thrusts into him; Holding him in place long enough to use his rust corrosion rifle. 

Weakening Ironhide, but Ironhide delivers a vicious punch to Sentinel Prime, which he blocks with his shield but is sent back several feet, showing Ironhide’s sheer might & resolve.

Jazz distracting Sentinel with a smooth flying kick to the back, landing next to Ironhide:

Jazz: “Looks like it’s do or die! You still with me man?“

Ironhide: *Aggressive snort

Jazz: “Nuff said.”

A determined Jazz & Enraged Ironhide continue to take on Sentinel in a gruesome battle, in which he (Sentinel) turns up the heat & starts fighting offensively. 

He eventually kills them by wearing down their stamina, cutting them in precise locations, using his shield to bash their sliced areas & joints, using their strength against them, using wits over brawn.

Experience vs numbers.

Here they die a Warriors death, fighting to the end. Giving him plenty of bruises & injuries from the battle before they fall.

Not snapped in half comically then tossed like trash, no cheap shots from behind then faded into rust & metal.

He would even comment on his respecting their skill & resolve, acknowledging their ability, before ending them.

They Fall Like Warriors

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Sentinel would excuse their deaths & his injuries on a Decepticon ambush.

The deaths of their friends deliver a massive blow to Ratchet, Bee, & Optimus. Who’s had the longest history with Jazz and Ironhide.

However Ratchet would play a major role in discovering the truth through forensics, and would inform Optimus the truth of their deaths from Sentinels wounds alone having traces of Ironhides’ rounds;  Prime doubts this until it’s too late, wanting to believe otherwise.

Which begins Prime’s descent into despair & darkness, which we see in AOE

 His disappointment in his mentor, the betrayal, the loss of Jazz & Ironhide (Which is given more memorial & respect), and eventually having to kill Sentinel, broke Optimus. 

Turning him into a colder, darker Prime, just like Sentinel was. 

Sentinels mistake was being absent for so long, he didn’t realize the Orion he knew, was gone. Optimus is a leader, a fighter, also a commander as Sentinel was. A Legend.

No longer Orion Pax, no longer the underling. Now a Rival.

If we got that film, “Dark Of The Moon” being the “Revenge of the Sith” of the TF Trilogy, a tale of corruption:

This scene would have you feeling for these characters, you’d feel the investment:

Having to see Optimus kill him in cold energon. It would actually mean something because we saw in the beginning of the movie, the good Sentinel was capable of.

We would’ve also gotten to see their History, their bond; And that bond’s slow, gradual destruction.

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Two examples of Cybertron’s finest becoming infected by the harsh reality that regardless of your intentions, good or bad-

War takes no sides, it’s unfair,  and is as ruthless & persistent as you’re willing to take it or make it.

LEGACY of Advancement devolved into Savagery & War from one Bots dark, immovable ambition, Megatron.

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Sentinel’s goal of saving his race, a mission born of good intentions executed by horrific means, even killing his own allies; An otherwise honorable bot, led astray by an evil one, preying on his insecurities as a Leader, powerless to defend his people, from themselves.

All so Megatron could get closer to the Allspark, by proxy overthrowing the system, The concept of Primes, the Counsel, everything he sees as shackles on their society from becoming what he feels it should be.

His Twisted Utopia.

Sentinel would otherwise be marveled by Earth’s natural beauty, torn between his compelling duty of reviving a now dead Cybertron & his principles of leaving Earth it’s Freedom, for according to him at one point, it was it’s right. Letting Earth live; At the expense of his own.

And even doubting his mission to save Cybertron; Due to having to kill Jazz & Ironhide. They were true Autobots, serving the cause, dying for what?

They were Cybertronians of his own creed. He killed them to save “everyone”? His mind is warped by centuries, millennia of war, butchering, & massacre’s. The killing of his brothers in arms, daunts him, but not for long.

But we at least see that it did something to him.

For in his mind, he convinced himself that they & many others were merely a means, a (((sacrifice for victory))) to save the many. All stemming from his shame of not being able to save Cybertron from itself.

Driven mad with grief & regrets and misguided methods:

Except someone who he saw as a Student, friend, even perhaps a son figure; Came to kill him, not save him. 

For the moment he slew Ironhide & Jazz, he sealed his fate.

The battle would involve Ratchet, an enraged Bumblebee & Prime initially. But due to the involvement of other Decepticons (The Wave Brothers Shockwave & Soundwave WHO ARE NOT killed recklessly here and Barricade & Starscream who are given legitimate screentime to be actual threats)

Thus, It would become a duel between Primes: For Megatron would leave Sentinel behind to his doom, as bait to further his own ends.

The Primes would fight & fight until their weapons gave out, wore, and shattered due to their godly strength and the unique circumstance of emotion behind their blows:

One striving to reach the other for reconciliation, and the younger one striving to avenge his friends; Enraged by betrayal & drunk with anger against someone he knew & respected. 

A state we’ve never seen Optimus in.

Becoming a brutal hand to hand deathmatch. 

The fight reaching it’s climax, it’s a deadlock stalemate, they’re too even; The protege not only managed to reach Sentinels level but nearly surpass him.

Sentinel picks up a shard of metal from a sword, jumping toward Optimus- Prime feints backward, ultimately using the Matrix itself (via chest beam) to obliterate Sentinel.

 Sentinel turning away the Matrix earlier in the film would be Sentinel himself knowing he was not worthy, he was ashamed.

Bleeding out, with a gaping hole in his spark. Sentinel pleads with Optimus to help his agenda, pleads slurs into an apology to Cybertron itself.. then his eyes go dark.

Fact is, character wise, Sentinel fell too deep. 

And by killing him violently, severing ties with someone he respected the most, would cause Optimus to also fall further into despair & gradual madness, darkness.

Killing Sentinel was an emotional drive, it wasn’t a satisfactory conclusion nor was it closure for Optimus.

Sentinel, who genuinely cared about Orion once; In spite of his good intentions for Cybertron, left Optimus only a legacy of pain, betrayal, and death.

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Sentinel, if left unchecked was going to unintentionally repeat Cybertron, on Earth. 

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In AOE, Optimus, with the help of Bee, Ratchet and the Autobots that remain & depend on him, he would have moral support. 

With CliffJumper and The Dinobots joining the team respectively in Ironhide’s stead.

(The Dinobots would legitimately join the ranks as an Elite squad of Autobot Warriors that remained on Cybertron) 

Respected, feared, intelligent warriors. Not dumb dino bums.

And Cliffjumper, responding to the news of Jazz’s demise, also joins Optimus’ squad, ready to take the fight to the “Cons” for his fallen friend.

And with the counsel of Arcee, Optimus’ new Second in command

The newly acting 1st Lt. respectively supplanting Jazz

ARCEE: Primes close friend from Cybertron’s early War efforts, she respects him, and he trusts her. 

Trust, something he struggles with at this point. So her having his trust, means she’s the real deal.

The Older Sister figure of the squad, where Bee is the energy, Ratchet is the rational, she is the glue to the teams morale.

-Thus, Optimus would gradually recover, mostly, from his darkness in AOE 

He would still be hardened, but he’s still Optimus.

For he still has purpose, with purpose, he has a chance to prevent the same incident with Sentinel from happening again. 

Except now (again) he’s a lot less trusting, more brutal in battle, but self aware of himself when and if he goes too far. 

With that said, In AOE:

He gradually regains his strength in that firm gentleness his character  always commanded, hope, and compassion that he once gave off in 2007.

But it’s gradual, in this version of DOTM, he went through some serious shit.

And the witnessing of his very human struggles with redemption of ones own darkness is the testimony of Hope that he being a “Christ like figure” stands for, ergo Superman etc.

A good message of overcoming inner demons, relying on those who rely on you. A change for the better, is not instant, it’s a process.

Showing character development. Change, something Sentinel could not do; Even in his final moments.

And Megatron still lurks out there, plotting, growing his own ranks, and waiting:

And this current Optimus, unlike his past self will not seek to appeal to Megatron. No talk, no banter, no speeches, no debate, not this time:

A Tragic Tale, The Fall Of 2 Primes