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Hiiii!!! i've had this idea a while ago in my head and i can't get it out so here ya go: a seeker/flying femme reader who knew Optimus back when he was still Orion. Got along very good with him, and started to feel something for him but was always shy to confess, but things turned bad when he became a Prime cause they started spending les and less time together (Prime things ya know) and reader got jealous of Elita being around him. Then reader kinda has a mental breakdown refusing to believe that OP is the same as Orion and thinking that Optimus killed him and replaced him. Then the war on Cybertron happened and that was the last straw for her cause Orion wouldn't doom their planet. She flees to earth and hides either in secluded places or a holomatter form but fate decides to reunite her with Optimus. sorry if confusing i just love sweet angst

The Last Seeker

Orion Pax/ Optimus Prime x Cybertronian Reader

This story is a combination of Transformers One x Transformers Prime.

7k Words.

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Life in Cybertron was not an easy one.

Your first day as a Seeker-In-Training proved just that.

Being blessed with a Transformation Cog did not provide you with the fancy life everyone expected.

It wasn’t as difficult as working in the mines, that’s for sure but your superior, Jetfire, made you re-think your career choices.

“Your aerial skills are … inadequate,” he said. “If the great Starscream could see you on air, he would probably weep at what the Seekers have succumbed to.”

Jetfire had this fascination for the stories of Starscream and the High Guard. All of them had perished during the Fall of the Primes some 50 cycles ago, or so Sentinel Prime says.

“How the All-Spark granted you a T-Cog, an aerial one at that, is beyond my comprehension.”

After that you decided to fly across Icon.

The city at night was beautiful. A sight that anyone from The Badlands to Crystal City wished to be witness of. The Cybertronians underneath you, looked so little. Some of them walk, others use their alt-form.

And you could fly, some would envy you. Your alt-form and the ability to move across the sky was an asset anyone would want. It was the highest engine a transformation cog would achieve.

And yet, you feel like you weren’t worthy of it.

Moving through skyscrapers, your optics were quick to catch the great Iacon Hall of Records. One of the biggest buildings in all of Iacon

And someone was falling from it.

You quickly pick up the pace, your spark agitated at the thought that maybe you won’t be able to catch him on time. He was falling too quickly and there were many buildings you had to maneuver around to get to him.

Exalting your engines, you went into a tailspin, and quickly went back again into the air before impacting the ground. In your movement, you were able to catch the falling stranger.

You feel him holding tightly into your frame, his own frame trembling as anyone would from near-dead experience.

Quickly, you reached the top of the Iacon Hall of records. Landing not so perfectly on the rooftop, you rolled across the floor and the stranger as well.

“Are you crazy?!”

You quickly asked him, his legs shaking as he stood up. Adjusting your optics, you noticed his blue and red colors. Another blue-eyed bot. A cogless one too.

“Me? No, no!” He said, patting off the dust from his frame. “I was just umm … cleaning the windows and I wasn’t careful and I fell!”

“The Iacon Hall of Records has no windows!” you catched your breath and rolled your optics. You walked towards him, trying to have a better look at his faceplate. “Tell me one good reason why I shouldn’t report you to your superiors for trying to enter a restricted area?”

The cogless bot looked nervous for a fraction of a second before having a smirk that irritated you.

“Because I’ll tell them that you helped me get here.”

“And what makes you think that they’ll believe you?”

“How else would I have gotten here?” he said. “No cogless bot has ever climbed the top of the Hall of Records.”

Looking around you, you finally noticed how tall of a build it is. It would be impossible or extremely dangerous to even attempt to climb it. Yet, this very, very, very, stupid bot woke up today and decided to risk his life.

Maybe today, he was right. You are drained and tired and you don’t want to deal with anything.

“Whatever,” you say as you turn around, preparing to take off. “Do as you like but I won’t be there next time you fall.”

“Wait!” seeing that you wanted to leave, he takes a few steps towards you. He is small compared to you. “Do you want to help me?”

His stupidity amused you. That much you have to admit.

“And why would I do that?” You ask him, giving him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he will say something worth listening to.

“You are a seeker aren’t you?” he looked over your arm, where the symbol of the Elite Aerial Guard laid proudly. “I can’t tell you aren’t a very good one by the way you shake when you fly.

“Jezz, thanks,” you roll your eyes. “The Well of All Sparks hasn't produced any Aerial bots in the last cycles, the last one produced was 15 cycles ago and it was me.”

“So The Seekers didn’t have any choice but to accept you to keep expanding their power?”

You simply nodded, not entirely sure why you are telling him this. Maybe it was his dumb face that made you think that he won’t tell anyone nor it really mattered.

“I’ll tell you this,” he said, getting closer to you. His blue optics were brighter than any other bot’s you’ve met. “If you help me get inside the Iacon Hall of Records, I’ll get you Starscream’s famous Aerial Maneuver Guide.”

Starscream’s Aerial Maneuver Guide was a book that contained the legendary Seeker’s secret to perfect flying. Many thought of it as a myth, you’ve only heard about it during your time in the Academy.

“That doesn’t exist–”

“It does,” he smiles, and you want to punch him. “This isn’t my first time getting inside the Hall, I’ve seen the Guide before but it wasn’t of my interest so I left it behind.”

It was quiet for about three seconds. It gave the bot enough time to conclude that he had won you over. And you can’t believe that you are falling for it. Was it desperation? Most likely. You don’t have much to lose. But everything to gain.

“Are you sure you can get me that guide?”

“By parts? Absolutely,” the cogless bot puts a servo on his hips. You thought that he was too cocky for his own good. Most would be intimidated by your size, but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. “The more times you help me, the more datapads I can give you with the codes.”

He was smart too, tragically.

“Very well then,” you take a few steps towards him and you keep his gaze. “You got yourself a deal.”

His blue optics never falter, he looked at you mesmerised. As if he was in awe of your presence. It’s not like you weren’t used to people staring. Afterall, Aerial bots have become more of a scarcity. But him looking at you? It feels eerie.

“I look forward to working with you,” he said, stretching out a servo. “Um … your designation?”

“(Reader),” as you look down at his metallic hand.

“Oh sorry, too soon?”

He puts his servo down, finally showing some embarrassment. It was extremely uncommon between Cybertronians to touch one another. Unless a close bond had been formed before. Servos were important, that Orion seemed so willingly to touch so quickly bother you.

“It's fine,” you said. “What’s your designation?”

The bot smiled, his blue optics shone even brighter.

“Orion Pax!”

Every once a week, you would help Orion get into the Iacon Hall of Records for … Whatever he was looking for. You didn’t want to ask, thinking that it was better not to know in case the two of you got caught.

So far, he has been giving you part of his deal. Giving you pages and information on data pads of Starscream’s Aerial Maneuver Guide. At the beginning, your conversations with him were minimal. A simple transaction, a treaty in which the two parties benefit.

But Orion had one talent.

Talking. And he was pretty good at it.

“Same as always?” he asks as he sat next to you.

“Of course,” you toss him the oil can and he catches it.

It had become a costume for you two to sit on the roof top of the Hall of Records and see the entirety of Iacon together while drinking an oil can. You hear him open the can and take a big gulp of his drink.

“Mccadams’s oil always hit the spot,” he said. “I wish we could go together instead of, well, you know, be here.”

“And have others question how a Seeker and a miner became friends?” you also take a sip of your oil but not as big as Orion did previously.

“Oh, so now we are friends?”

You punched him in the shoulder. Hard, and he moves a couple of centimeters away due to the impact.

“Not anymore.”

“Fine, fine!” He touched his arm in a painful manner, trying to gain some of your sympathy. “If we are not friends what are we then?”

“Partners.” you simply say, finding it amusing how he tried getting closer to you although you had mildly punched him.

He simply stares at you, his optics a bit wider than usual. A small blue in his faceplate.

“Business partners, I mean!”

Rolling your optics, you focused your sight on the lights in front of you. Iacon City was beautiful, the dream city of anyone who lives outside of its wishes could see. You were from Altihex, known for its neon colors and casinos, you missed it.

Most of the bots you knew there were kind and talkative. Greeting each other with ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ in the streets. Maybe that’s why it was easy for you to open up to Orion. Unlike many Iaconians, whose life was fast paced and didn’t have much time to talk, he took a few minutes to converse with you.

“Well then, partner,” he said once again, adjusting to his seat next to you. “How has the information I have been giving you about the Guide been helping you?”

“Its going well,” you say, trying to forget the previous moment. “ I raced Blitzwing and won! You should have seen his face, he couldn’t believe it!”

You still can’t believe that you won, when you did, you had found yourself wanting to see Orion. To tell him all about it, that nightly practice where he guided you was working.

“I can’t even go to Six Lasers … The High Aerial Guard would never let me inside the Seeker’s Training Quarters."

You turn your optics to look at the amusement park, you’ve been there a couple of times. Never thought how privileged you were for being allowed to go to certain places without having to ask for permission.

“I didn’t think you would be interested in going to an amusement park.”

“Why? You think mining bots don’t have interests at all?”

“I didn’t say that,”you defended yourself, a little bit taken back by Orion’s sudden harsh comment. “I just didn’t see you as that type.”

“How do you see me then?”

He looks down to the city beneath him. His whole demeanor changed, he looks more gentle, waiting for a sincere answer from you.

“I thought you would be more into … Seeking knowledge. Since you are so passionate about getting inside the Records so often.”

It was becoming more difficult for you to express how you feel. Orion was easy to talk to but as you got to know him, the more he showed a little bit of himself, the more your spark began to speak those words your processor couldn’t.

“I … I want to be more. I know I can do more than just … Well, be a miner,” his voice has a nice baritone to it. Even more when he is with you and you wonder how its so easy for him to be vulnerable with you. “I don’t understand why I have to be stuck where I am just because I was born without a cog.”

“And what would you do if you had a cog?”

“Go to Six Lasers.”

You smile and take another sip of your oil, the effect slowly making its effect on you.

“I’ll take you to Six Lasers.”

“Wait, really?”

Sounding completely happy and content, he turned his entire frame to face you. Personal boundaries are now completely crossed.

“I have a friend who might be a little too into me who works at the check-up center in Six Lasers,” you say as you also turn your frame to face him. You look down at him thinking that he is a better view than the entirety of Iacon. “I can ask him for a favor … Of course, only if you keep giving me information on the Guide.”

“And this friend, is someone you are interested in?”

“Does it matter?”

“I mean you are kinda using the guy to your benefit without considering his feelings.”

“Do you want to get to Six Lasers or not?”

Orion takes another big gulp of his oil, he keeps your gaze, almost daunting, inviting.

“Of course I do,” he said. “I am just saying that I would be completely bummed out if I found out you were just using me.”

“Isn’t that what we are doing? Using each other for our own benefit?”

Orion puts a servo on the center of his frame, on top of his spark and pretends to be hurt.

“Ouch, I thought we were friends!”

You only laugh and smile at him. He has completely taken over your processor and maybe even your spark.

“You are an idiot.”

Training was easy today.

The information about the Aerial Maneuver Guide that Orion has been giving you has worked splendidly.

Especially because you’ve been training in secret with Orion as well. It was a lot of trial and error but his motivation helped you through it.

You thought you had done everything correctly today.

Until Jetfire, your supervisor, requested your presence in his office.

Jetfire was known across Cybertron for his magnificent skills. Many Seekers even regarded him to be the reincarnation of the legendary Starscream.

And of course, you admired him even when something about him always felt off. He didn’t seem to enjoy flying for military purposes but you caught him once reading about organic beings. Something about ‘flowers’ and ‘animals’, you had never seen him as excited and happy as when he got that book on his servos.

“I’ve called you because of your improvement, although suspicions, it has improved vastly,” he said as he walked around his office. He was a big bot even for a Seeker. “Sentinel Prime is gathering a group of talented soon-to-be Seekers to explore the universe in search of Energon.”

“Energon?”

“Our supplies are quickly diminishing,” he was blunt, his honesty was another quality you admired. “Without the Matrix this was bound to happen eventually.”

His optics keep looking outside his large window. The training quarters in front of him. He could see each one of the Aerial bots, training, studying, learning new maneuvers.

“As a race, we haven’t explored the stars since the Fall of the Primes,” he said. “This group of Elite Seekers will have the mission to locate planets that have high quantities of energon and immediately inform HQ so we can proceed to send the necessary sources to mine it.”

“But what if those planets contain lifeforms?” you ask without thinking.

Very slowly, Jetfire turns to look at you. His optics show a sadness that you have never seen from him before. You didn’t even think it was possible for him to have such feelings.

“Your job is just to inform, nothing more, nothing less.”

You stayed quiet. You knew what that meant.

Cybertronians are an invasive species. They aren’t like organics that depend on their surroundings to survive. Cybertronians can live pretty much anywhere as long as there is Energon to consume.

But you also didn’t know if the planets to explore had beings more powerful than you. It could be your end, as much as it could be theirs.

“Are you processing what I am telling you?” His voice was demanding as much as it was convincing. “I am giving you the opportunity to become a hero. Once we get that energon, no one's going to care where or how we got it. It’s about the survival of our race. That’s all you need to worry about.”

“But–”

“We’ll die,” he said. “We’ll all die if we don’t do something.”

You knew that. Someone had to get their servos dirty but deep down you knew it was something you didn’t want to be a part of.

“If you are lucky enough, maybe you will find a desolated planet with energon.”

Seeing that he wasn’t getting a response from you, Jetfire decided to let you go.

“The spaceship will leave tomorrow,” he said. “It's your choice but if you decide to do the right thing, then show up in the morning. Do not be late.”

You were desperate to see him.

His opinion in the matter will decide your fate. Tonight.

Most importantly, you wanted to be honest with him. Talk to him about your feelings and be clear about them. Hopefully, just maybe … He will accept them. If not–

“Oh–”

Accidentally, you bumped into another miner.

“Sorry, I should see where I am going.”

It was your fault. You had no place in the miners’ resting quarters. You didn’t know where you were going nor where certain places were located. You frame, being bigger than most bots, also didn’t help your situation.

“No, I am sorry,” you bent down and helped the bot pick up some tools. Concluding that they were mining tools, you tried your best to be delicate with them. “I wasn’t being careful.”

The boy was short, similar to Orion’s size. He was built in a way you hadn't seen before in another bot. Completely grey frame and yellow optics.

“No, no, no it's alright, sorry for bumping into you,” he said. “I am D-16 by the way, nice meeting you.”

The two of you stood up and you smiled at him.

“I am (Reader), nice to meet you.”

His optics were on you, wide open and his intake a little bit open. His gaze was becoming a little bit awkward. He wasn’t saying anything and the seconds were passing by, he just stared and you looked away.

“Do you think you can help me?” you ask, breaking the awkward silence. “I am looking for Orion Pax.”

“Oh no, what has he done this time?” D-16’s previous demeanor completely dropped, showing his clear annoyance. “He is stupid, but I promise you, he works hard and next time, I’ll make sure he doesn't do anything–”

“No, no, it's nothing like that,” you quickly corrected him, feeling guilty for putting him in distress. “I just wanted to talk to him about um … personal matters.”

“Oh, then I believe he must be in the mining pits,” he said. “With our supervisor, Elita-1”

You thanked him and made your way into the mining pits. He was kind enough to point you in a specific direction. It wasn’t complicated to get there, but you tried to evade as many optics as possible. Especially those of Darkwing which you knew was in charge of the area.

It's a place you had never seen before. And it was fascinating. You never expected to see such big structures underground, with lights and flying carts, the tools used for mining and jetbackpacks placed carefully in their designated areas. It feels lived and you didn’t know if that impressed or terrified you.

“I found it!”

You recognized that voice.

“You were looking for this?”

And that voice you didn’t recognize. It was femme’s bot voice.

You slowly approached the place where their voices were coming from. Making sure you move silently so as to not get their attention.

You reached a rocky wall where you hid most of your frame, slowly tilting your head to make only one optic see the two figures in front of you. A few meters away, you noticed Orion and a pink femme bot who you assumed to be Elita-1.

You see Orion, very delicately holding her servo.

Gently, he placed a geode on her pink hand. It was small but stunning and its meaning had much more significance.

“It’s beautiful, I’ve never seen one,” she said, her blue optics shining in the darkness.

“I am happy you like it,” Orion had the biggest smile on his faceplate.

Feeling like an intruder, you didn’t want to see anymore. You had your answer. Not wanting to be part of such an intimate moment any longer, you turned around and quietly made your way out of the cave.

At least, the last thing you will remember him by will be his faceplate and that smile. The most lovely one you’ve ever seen from him.

“You actually found one?”

Orion was beyond excited to show his best friend, D-16, the geode he had found for you. He had to beg Elita to allow him to mine past hours, just for a slim chance to find one. He had planned it for weeks actually. In secret. Looking around the caves for an indication of a place where geodes were more prone to grow. Until he found a space where it looked ideal. From there he started to mine in search of it.

“Yes, it's small but I am hoping she’ll like it,” he held it toward D-16 who took it delicately in his servo. “Elita seemed to fancy it so I think I have a pretty good chance.”

D-14 realized two things. One, Orion’s servos were almost completely covered in dents and scratches from the extra mining he did. But his best friend cared too little about the unaware and self-inflicted harm he had done to himself. Second, he was holding a geode worth a couple of months of his energon intake.

“I still can’t believe you convinced her to let you mine after hours,” D-16 said as he looked inside the geode.

It was worth a lot … for them. But can the quality even compare to the beautiful rocks that Cybertronians of the upper castes usually give to each other? He knew Orion had put a lot of effort getting this but would you be one to appreciate it? He hoped that the bot his friend was so fancy with was of the same caste as him, if not … may Primus help him.

“It took a lot of begging but it was worth it.”

“So, when do you plan to give it to her?”

“Tomorrow. That’s when I’ll see her,” Orion let out a heavy sigh out of pure excitement. “I am nervous but happy, I think she feels the same.”

The resting quarters of the miners were several floors tall. It wasn’t a nice building but it was … organized enough. The rooftop had become a meeting spot between D-16 and Orion, where they usually talked about the ridiculous plans Orion had, if any, about the future. D-16 just listened.

“Think?” D-16 asks, giving the geode back to Orion. “Are you sure she correlates your feelings?”

“Yes, I mean, we are not so different,” Orion gently holds the geode in his servo. It wasn’t bigger than the thumb of his metallic hand. “We like to explore and talk about the stars! To read and write!”

He looks at the geode with bright optics. As if all of his desires and dreams would be accomplished because of this small, simple geode.

“And she’s incredibly beautiful and smart! Her voice makes my spark jump and whenever we fly the skies I feel so alive, I–”

“Wait, wait, wait,” D-16 immediately stops him. “Fly? How?”

Orion stayed silent.

Immediately, D-16 remembered that Aerial bot that came earlier to look for his friend. He quickly started to connect the dots.

“Please, don’t tell me that what I am thinking is right,” D-16 inquired again but seeing that his friend remained quiet, he proceeded to speak. “(Reader) is the bot you were talking about?!”

“Wait, how do you know her designation?”

“She was here earlier, she stumbled upon me and asked me where you were. She was looking for you. You didn’t see her?”

“No, I was busy, I–” in disbelief and disappointment he pauses. He can’t believe you had dared to come to the mines just to look for him. “I can’t believe I didn’t see her.”

“It’s beyond me how you were able to smitten such a charming bot,” D-16 softly punched Orion’s shoulder plate. “Especially an Aerial one, they usually just bond with others of their same caste.”

“Which brings the question,” he paused, thinking of the best way to phrase the following questions. “We are cogless bots … Are we even allowed to bond with someone from a higher caste?”

“I don’t care,” Orion simply replied. “If we love each other, then–”

“Its not that easy Pax,” D-16 looked into the view in front of him. One he had been accustomed to since he came online. Grey, old, overpopulated, home. “You’ll never be allowed to get out of the mines, what’s gonna happen if she gets sparked? Best case scenario is the sparkling is born with a T-cog but if not … What would you do?”

The formation of a sparkling did not depend on the times two bots had sparkbounded. Many sparkmates could live their entire lives without ever forming a sparkling. Others, it was instant. Having a sparkling was based entirely on one thing. Luck.

The thought excited Orion to not end. Yet, he didn’t want a sparkling with the same fate as him. Maybe he would never even be allowed to see them if he was born with a Transformation Cog. He couldn’t get out of the miners-sections in Iacon without permission. Everyday he had to sneak his way to the Iacon Hall of Records. The thought that he would even get permission to visit the High Aerial Guard Headquarters to visit his sparkling was out of the thought.

Yet he preferred that over his sparkling being born without a T-Cog.

“I–” Orion never truly thought things through. His decisions, most of the time, were based on hope instead of logic. Now, he began to wonder about many things.“We’ll figure it out, as long as we are together.”

What kind of life can he give you?

Orion was aware that you had other suitors. In a higher caste, in a better position. Ones who probably could go outside to the surface of Cybertron and bring the rarest of rocks. He loved you yes … but what good is love if he can’t do things to show you?

He’ll never live with you. He’ll never be able to take you to Six Lasers without having to go inside with a disguise.

And intimacy wise, would you even dare to Sparkbound with a cogless bot?

How much …. How much did he desire to just grab your servo and run away. To a place where no caste existed. Where the two of you could just live and not simply exist. A quiet place. Where the two of you can just lay down and look at the so-called ‘stars’ and the ‘sun’ things that he has only seen in old data pads. Always wondered what they would look like in person and he always came with the same conclusion … They can’t be more beautiful than you.

“I’ll be there to help you buddy. In any way, I can.”

D-16 placed a servo on his friend’s shoulder. Feeling somewhat guilty for running Orion's mood.

But Orion is nothing but thankful to D. Afterall, he always the voice of reason and he needed that.

“Thank you, really. I know I can always count on you.”

“Of course and well … We are getting ahead of ourselves. We still need to know her response.”

“I am really nervous,” Orion spoke once more, looking at the geode on his servo. “But I am sure she’ll say yes.”

“I am sure,” D-16 smiled, reassuring him. “Now, let's go to sleep. I want to wake up early to get good seats for the Iacon 5000.”

Orion, blissfully unaware, smiled, not knowing that he will never get to see you again.

THE DAILY CYBERTRONIAN

PREVIOUS MINER, ORION PAX, BECOMES THE NEXT PRIME AND FINDS THE MATRIX OF LEADERSHIP.

After the deception and murder of Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, previously known as Orion Pax, has officially become the next leader of Cybertron. Following the exile of the miner D-16 and the High Guard, his first order as leader was to revoke the caste system. The Matrix of Leadership was bestowed to Optimus Prime, granting every Cybertronian a Transformation Cog and allowing the natural flow of energon through Cybertron once again. Optimus Prime, along with his group of ‘Autobots’ have successfully laid the Quintessons off the planet.

Cybertron has started a new Golden Age.

……

He didn’t see you.

The night he was supposed to meet you, he didn’t show up. After the events of the Iacon 5000, and illegally entered the race, DarkWing had thrown him and Megatron into the deepest of levels in Cybertron. Unknowingly, causing an entire adventure to unfold.

Orion had become a Prime because of you.

Because he wouldn’t have entered the race without a motive. The motive being, proving himself to be more than meets the eyes. To prove to everyone and himself that he was worthy of you, that he could do more and be more.

He is here because of you.

And he couldn’t wait to see you again.

A couple of days passed where he was busy. He wondered if you had heard the news. But he never heard from you. Maybe you were busy as well. Regardless, he made his way to the High Aerial Guard Headquarters.

He walked around where some looked at him with disdain. Although he was Prime, his alt-mode was vehicle form. Many would believe that they were inferior to flight-forms. Even Sentinel knew that, hence his previous frame.

But Orion cared too little, as the building was too mesmerizing to pass by. The entirety of it white, the floor made out of crystal where the flow of energon could be seen. Aerial bots needed a lot of it. He read in the archives once that in the days of battle Starscream could intake an exaggerated amount of energon–

“Watch where you are going!”

Optimus stumbled upon someone. A big bot, as tall as him.

“I am sorry, I am Orion–” he quickly corrected himself. “I am Optimus Prime. I am looking for (Reader), she was part of the seeker training program. Do you know where her resting headquarters are?”

“I know who you are,” the bot said. “Her headquarters has been emptied already. The rest of her belongings were sent back to Altihex for her family and friends to have.”

The bot began to walk away, Optimus tilted his head in confusion.

“Wait! I think you may have misunderstood me,” Orion quickly followed him. “Can I speak to the Commander of the High Aerial Guard? His name is Jetfire.”

“You are looking at him.”

Optimus didn’t know why he felt so intimidated by him. He was the ultimate authority in Cybertron, yet he felt that nothing had changed.

“I just want to know where (Reader) is.”

Jetfire comes to a sudden stop and slowly turns to look at Orion. Other bots passed by them but they put little to no attention to them at all.

“To make up for the lack of energon Cybertron was producing, Sentinel Prime requested a small group to get out of Cybertron and explore other planets with potential to be mined for energon.”

Jetfire made a pause as if speaking had become difficult for him.

“Everything was prepared, the Ark was built and ready to launch. We activated the Spacebridge for the first time in many centuries. What I didn’t know, however, was the existence of Quitessons.”

Jetfire breaks eye contact for a second, something Oriond didn’t expect him to go.

“They didn’t like it that Cybertronians were trying to get out of the planet without permission. So they destroyed the Ark with everyone on it.”

The words didn’t fully process in Orion’s mind nor Spark.

“We lost ten bots that day. (Reader) was one of them.”

The last thing you remember was Blitzwing locking you in a cryogenic stasis chamber before the ship exploded.

Now you find yourself in a strange place. Dark, cold with many cyber-screens in the room. It was a scientific lab and your first thought was that maybe you had landed near Crystal City after the explosion. How did they find you on the surface? That was beyond you.

“Just when I think I have explored every single corner of the surface of Cybertron, I always find something interesting to admire,” a purple Cybertronian stood in front of you. With only one optic. “Optimus Prime looked for you until his last days in Cybertron, yet I am the one who found you.”

Slowly, you tried to stand up from your med-berth. Your processor was fuzzy, your memories still not entirely there.

“Where am I?”

“Cybertron,” the bot said.“Or what used to be of it.”

“Who are you?”

“My designation is Shockwave,” his voice was … not gentle. It lacked any emotion, this terrified you. “I am in charge of Cybertron until Lord Megatron’s return.”

“Lord Megatron?” you mustered all of your strength to sit on the berth.“Who’s that? Who’s Optimus Prime? What happened to Sentinel? The–the ones in the Ark–”

“Don’t worry,” he speaks again. “We have a lot of time to talk.”

…..

“Optimus Prime was a bot who was tired of the caste system. In his rage, he gathered a group of rebels called the “Autobots” who formed a violent revolution. Optimus Primed murdered Sentinel Prime and in such a cruel act, Megatron, a simple gladiator, stood against the Prime. They formed a group called ‘Decepticons’ and from that moment forward, the two factions kept at a constant war. The war corrupted Cybertron to its core, making the entire planet inhabitable.”

Too much information. You didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for Shockwaves’ massive screens showing you the current state of all the cities across Cybertron.

“Some Cybertronians fled the planet. Others stayed and died, starving due to the lack of Energon.”

“Altihex,” you say in disbelief. “What happened to the bots in Altihex?”

“Early in the war, the Autobots conducted an attack on Altihex. A massive explosion in the city. Everyone died.”

“...Everyone died?” The memories of your family and friends passed through your processor.

“Optimus Prime’s mistake cost everyone’s life.”

You wouldn’t see them again. Chromia, Windblade, Moonracer, Prowl, Thundercracker, Smokescreen. You had promised him to show him around Iacon once he got enlisted in Cybertron’s Elite Guard. One more promise you didn’t keep.

Your Sire and your Carrier who you should have kept in contact more often.

A need to fly away and look for all of them overtook your body. You knew you won’t find anything or anyone but you had to make sure. To know with all certainty that there’s no hope–

“Shockwave, I know you are a scientist but during the war … But did you ever hear about Orion Pax?”

He took a few seconds to answer. But his frame and demeanour never shows any emotions.

“...The miner?”

“Yes, him!” You exclaimed. “Is he by any chance still alive?”

“Orion Pax was a trusted ally of Megatron, he was one of the first ones to oppose Optimus Prime’s tyranny.. Soon after, Optimus Prime killed him.” Shockwave said. “He fell in the Well of All Sparks to never be seen again.”

For you, yesterday was the last time you saw your fellow Seekers. Two days ago, you saw Orion for the last time. Four months ago, you saw your families and friends for the last time.

“He fell and I wasn’t there.”

Your servos began to shake, your processor now hit with the reality that you were utterly alone. In a world that was no longer your home.

“I’ve been working on a project,” Shockwave's voice resonates within your processor, but you can barely hear him. “I’ve gathered enough energy to make this spacebridge work but for only one of us.”

You can think. No right now.

“I need to look for them,” you said as you stood from the berth. “I need to know for certain.”

Shockwave doesn’t say a word. He can’t stop you unless with brute force. But he didn’t need to. He was smart enough to know that you’ll come back, there was nowhere else for you to go.

He simply nods and you transform into aerial mode. Just above you, there was an automatic door that opened for you. Revealing Cybertron’s sky. Empty.

You quickly flew through it. All around you was the debris of buildings. Once tall and monumental. Iacon that shone across all of Cybertron has been reduced to nothing but a memory. The Iacon Hall of Records that was considered Cybertron’s heart of history was no longer there. Instead, it was just empty broken walls and glass. All that history, stories and legends. Gone.

Unconsciously you went to the Headquarters of the High Aerial Guard. The buildings still stood. Not as magnificent as it used to. The large door that was forged by Solus Prime herself, meant to protect those who resided inside … It was no longer there.

You transformed back to your regular form. Walking through the gates you once awed at. The crystal floors had some broken glass. The flags that held the symbol of the Guard were ripped.

And then, you saw him.

Dusting away, his back pressed against the wall, silently waiting for death to come.

Jetfire, the commander and leader of the High Aerial Guard had been defeated in a battle you were unknown to.

With a broken win and one missing optic. His frame let out cables, screws and so much energon came out of him.

Although he sat against the wall, his frame was still bigger than yours. You had to stand to look at him directly at his faceplate.

Placing your servos in his faceplate, Jetfire slowly opened his one optic. His gaze softly became gentle.

“Am I … One with the AllSpark?”

His voice glitched, completely demonstrating his tired state.

“No,” you quietly say, trying your best to not cry. “It's me (Reader), I came back. Blitzwing saved me, the explosion–”

You wanted to keep talking but you knew that little did it matter to explain the situation.

“You’ll be fine,” you say. “I’ll go get you help–”

“No,” he said. “I am tired of fighting.”

Taking a moment to appreciate him, he indeed looked like a bot who has been through more than he could handle. There are more dents on his frame, scratches, his paint has dulled. You didn’t know exactly how many years it has been. But in him you can see everything that you missed. Only the great Jetfire could withstand what he did.

“Who did this to you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” his face was gentle. Having your servos on his faceplate, feeling your warmth and contact made him think it was the best way to go. It's been eons since he felt affection. “You have to go.”

“I’ll go get help–”

“No,” his voice glitched. ‘No, it's fine.”

More energon came out of him. His entire frame began to tremble. For the first time in many years. He felt hope. It was right in front of him, staring at him with sorrowful optics.

“I cannot … let anyone die, I can’t, I won’t let it happen,” Jetfire said. “I will not let you die again.”

There was nothing he could do to prevent the war from falling on Cybertron. Maybe you would have become part of the fallen ones. Unknowingly, when you stepped inside the Ark, your fate had been sealed.

“But you saved me.”

You finally let the energon fall from your optics. You hugged him and Jetfire used the last of his energy to wrap one arm around you.

“Listen to me.”

You laid Jetfire to rest.

You saw his spark leave his body to join the AllSpark. It took you hours to excavate the ground of the resting place of the Great Warriors of Cybertron. Your servos let out energon but you didn’t care. Your mentor was worthy of it and more.

“The Seekers were never meant to stay on Cybertron. Primus gave us wings to explore the skies. The power and freedom to gather knowledge from the universe and bring it to Cybertron. We were the bridges between civilizations. The Seekers were never meant for war.”

You went back to Shockwave who had resumed to explain his plan. He had worked on a Spacebridge. Due to its lack of Energon source, the portal could only allow one of them to enter. The coordinates were set for a place called Earth. That’s where you will find Optimus Prime.

“From this day forward, you’ll carry with you the traditions and memories of the Seekers.”

When you asked him why he was letting you go instead of saving himself, he told you that it was the most ‘logical’ thing to do.

Of course, Shockwave had two conditions you had to follow. First, find Megatron so he could help Shockwave get out of Cybertron.

“Now, get off this planet. Explore the universe, talk to its people, learn from them.”

Secondly, find Optimus Prime and kill him.

“Tell them what happened here, tell our story so we may not be forgotten. Find the AllSpark, find Optimus Prime.”

And as you said goodbye to Shockwave and stepped into the portal, you found your spark palpitate with excitement. With anger and a new burning passion. Maybe Jetfire was right, maybe this is what The Seekers were meant to do all along.

“And do not forget who you are.”

The portal closed behind you and the view in front of you is breathtaking. An organic planet. With greenery, its own ecosystem. With warm winds and melodic sounds. Such a beauty.

Orion would have loved this.

A single energon tear drops from your optics. It doesn’t matter now. All that matters is to find Optimus Prime. To make him pay for his actions. To avenge the fallen ones. So one day, maybe after this is done, after you had joined the AllSpark … you and Orion could go and visit Six Lasers. That’s a promise you don’t want to break.

You look into the dark sky. The stars in their splendid beauty. Unaware that Optimus Prime looked at them every night, holding tightly into a tiny geode. Hoping, wishing, praying that one of them was you.

“Rise up. As you are the last Seeker.”

A/N: I think the story needed more room to breathe and development but I hoped you liked this! It was so fun to write and it took longer than I expected. There wasn’t much Orion and Reader interaction but I enjoyed writing the other characters interact!

I really liked combining TFO and TFP universes into one.

BTW I didn’t proof-read any of this. I barely have time for writing, I don't have much time to re-read things so I am sorry for any mistakes I made. I tried to follow your prompt as best as I could while I tried to connect things to make them make sense lol. So that’s why I changed a few things, I hope you don’t mind. It was such a fun thing to write!

This was my first Transformer x Cybertronian Reader fic so it was a nice writing experience.

Originally I had a scene where the reader found multiple writings/poetry, stacks of books, where Orion wrote things about her as he tried to process his grief. But I didn’t know how to incorporate that so I scrapped it off

Will I continue this? Probably not! And if I do it would probably kinda rushed. Either that or I would probably just write more moments of Orion and Reader meeting secretly, not certain. If I were to write another chapter I think it would be like an EPIC kind of moment where Optimus is all ‘I’ve waiting … for you.” Only for reader to reject him </3

This was so creative and so fun to write! Thank you again for the cool prompt!

For the rest who have sent requests, I am working on them! It just takes me a long time to complete them. Thank you again for reading and the support <3

Until Next Time!

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The Darkest Hour Ch.6 First Kiss

Ch.6: First Kiss

Summary: After being labeled as crazy for trying to report that robot aliens exist on national television, you lose your job and move to Jasper City. In a drastic turn of fate, you meet Optimus Prime. You and Team Prime get together to find ancient relics that are vital to the Autobot's cause. Along the way, you and Optimus start to develop feelings that go beyond comradeship.

But what happens when he discovers you've been lying all of this time?

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Ch.6: First Kiss

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This was your first time at Pink Pizza.

You had come dressed up like you usually do. But the red wig stayed even when you didn't. But you thought that you had to keep your identity a secret. Jasper City was small after all. Maybe there were other three local TV-stations. But being a reporter didn’t come with much fame as many may think. Some had fame of course, those who had a long established career.

And that could have been you. You were already half-way there, working for a large, national, TV-station. Started as assistant who slowly worked her way up and after many years you were given an opportunity to make it big. And you did. For a while until your greed grew and you wanted more.

And your solution? Talk about aliens on national television.

You can’t cry about it now. You are almost there. Just a little bit more information, more research and the world will know the truth about the Cybertronians.

“Let’s cut the crap, I know you are (Reader) from Jasper News.”

You weren’t expecting that.

“You may fool many but I watch too much TV to not recognize you.”

Truly, you knew that at some point someone was bound to recognize you behind all that makeup and different attire. But you find it strange that he didn’t mention that from the beginning.

“So the reason why you picked me up from the road is because you recognized me? Chivalry really is dead.”

“No, I helped you up because it was the right thing to do,” he said as he put down the menu. He acts as if he didn’t need it from the beginning, acting like a complete local. “That you turned out to be a famous reporter was a pleasant surprise.”

“I–” you stop. “What makes you think I am a famous reporter?”

“Well, you come out on TV.”

“Jasper is a small city and even so, many people don’t recognize me.”

There were two possibilities as to why he might say that. One, a simple mistake. Or two, he has seen your old reports for FCC News, the national TV Channel. But you know people too well and have experienced situations similar before to know that there is more to his words.

“Like I said, I watch a lot of TV.”

The waitress came to your table, he didn’t even get to introduce himself before Alex quickly pointed at the menu and the waitress nodded. Sometimes, situations look extremely ‘try-hard’ . He wanted to make the impression that he was a local or at lived long enough here to be one.

“I saw your report on robot-aliens for FCC News.”

Nice save, you thought.

“Then you might really think I am crazy.”

“Nah, I think it's interesting and where I am from I grew up hearing all kinds of crazy stories too, so I am used to it.”

Alex knows how to talk. That was easy enough to figure out and a part of you wanted it to be just you being delusional. It's been awhile since you’ve gotten to Jasper and you have yet to have a friend of your same species or age. It was lonely with just the kids and the Autobots sometimes.

But you can’t think of that now.

He asks a question that insinuates you to ask where he is from. This can work in your favor.

“Where are you from?”

“Texas.”

Interesting.

Now, he is trying to find common ground. Something the two of you can relate to and from there, a conversation can start. After all, it's such a big coincidence that the two of you come from the same state.

“Really? Which part? I am from Texas too.”

The waitress comes with the food. Putting the large circular plate on your table just to confirm that the pizza in Pink Pizza was, in fact, pink. The bread, the cheese, the veggie toppings. All pink.

And there were no meat-based toppings. A vegetarian pizza.

Unknowingly, you smile, you like pink. And you never told him you didn’t eat meat.

“Austin and you?”

You thank the waitress as she leaves.

You stare at Alex. Smiling at him, letting him know that you know something is up but not giving it away completely.

This is where you can confirm all of your suspicions.

“Green Hill,” you lie as you confidently get the first pizza slice for yourself. “I am sure you’ve been there before.”

“Not really, what’s in Green Hill?”

“Really? You are from Austin and you’ve never been to Green Hill? It’s like 20 min away from Austin. It has one of the biggest lakes in Texas, it's a hotspot for college parties.”

Taking a bite from your pizza was the highlight of this ‘date’ but getting to know ‘Alex’ if that was his real name, was also interesting.

“Now that you mention it, I think I went there once for a frat initiation. But I was so drunk that I barely remember anything.”

He was lying. You knew because Green Hill did not exist, only as a game zone for the video game Sonic the Hedgehog. Why was he lying and pretending to be someone else? You had a theory, one that had to do with the American Government keeping a close eye on you.

But further research had to be made.

“Beautiful place, right?”

He didn’t know why he was so nervous.

Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, known across the universe for his eloquence with words … was scared to speak up.

He had prepared for this. Made an intensive research, graphics, and re-wrote this thesis over and over again. Optimus had memorized it, each word was stuck in his processor. Yet, the thought of having to do a presentation made him nervous. Giving an inspiring speech? Easy. Trying to make a hard topic into something simple and entertaining for everyone? Not easy.

“You alright, big guy?”

You stand next to him. Mentally, he wanted to reprimand himself for forgetting that you were there. He has to be more careful, one wrong step and he could hurt you. And that was a mistake he would not forget.

Sometimes he likes to think about you.

You had been a long inspiration of his. Never missing a report of yours, sometimes memorizing your lines. Sometimes he thinks it's a matter of fate.

Because if he hadn’t accidentally turned on that old TV at the right moment and time, he wouldn’t have seen you.

And now you are here, ready to give a presentation with him.

Maybe he is not only nervous because of the presentation but he also doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of you.

“Nervous?” you ask again.

“I do not want you to think I am,” Optimus says. “You must believe that I am exaggerating.”

“Not at all,” you look up to him, already used to him being so tall. “Do you want advice?”

Optimus simply nods and you point up. He immediately understands and he gently kneels and puts a servo on the floor. You climb on top of it and very slowly, Optimus lifts you up. He will never get used to having something so small on his servo. Something gentle and beautiful. Life is beautiful and you, your whole being is life. Precious.

He puts you on his shoulder and you get closer to his audials.

“I am really nervous too,” you say.

“Really, you are?”

There is amusement in his voice, you find this to be somewhat cute. You enjoyed this side of Optimus besides his role of a responsible leader.

“Mmhh, I am just good at pretending that I am not. You are the presenter and you’ll talk about something nobody else knows. You already have everyone’s respect and you won’t lose it.”

He looks down at the floor and you can tell that words of encouragement won’t be enough.

“But I also have another secret,” you stretched out your right hand and showed Optimus the side of your palm. Using the other hand you put pressure on it. “Press on your servo if you feel nervous.

But then, another question rises.

“I remember you telling me that Cybertronians have pressure points that give you guys pleasure,” you ask. “Do you guys also feel things with your … servos?”

“We can feel every centimeter of our metal,” Optimus now looks at his servo. The metal was scrapped and some paint had fallen off. He suddenly feels ashamed that he had to carry you with such old servos as his.

“Oh, so it really is like human skin.”

“Yes, I believe,” he says. “In Cybertron, servos are extremely important, we have even developed a hand-language.”

“Oh, cool! Can you teach me how to say hi?”

This was new information that could be useful to your private research.

“Yes, but please keep in mind that this is done between close relationships. Do not use this greeting with a stranger.”

“Alright, what do I do?”

“I am too big right now to show you but I’ll show you tonight during our nightly meeting,” talking to you always made him forget his worriedness. Feeling calmer now, he gets a sudden need to thank you but his shyness gets the best of him.

“Well then, I am looking forward to it,” you smile at him and then look at the massive door in front of you. Beyond this room, it was the conference room and everyone was waiting.

“Now, let’s do this together, shall we Prime?”

“And so to answer our initial question, Cybertronians and Humans have a longer intertwined history than we have expected and the relics are just a proof of that.”

The room went silent.

You look at Optimus and his optics once again show his current state, nervous. Preoccupation and even sandness. For most, he didn’t show emotions but you can tell right away what he was feeling.

“Thank you for listening,” you speak, still on Optimus' shoulder. “ Any questions?”

“So let me get this clear …The relics were made by Cybertronians but they can only be used by humans?” Ralf asks, raising his hand, he seems to be the most interested in the topic.

The relic is displayed in the conference room’s table. There should have been two but Megatron had forced the Autobots to give them a relic in exchange for you. For now, this piece of history is the only source of knowledge you all have and yet, it provides so much information.

“Yes and according to previous experiments, the map can only be pieced together by the human who first made contact with them.”

Before Megatron had forced the Autobots to give up one relic in exchange for your safety, some tests were done. Fowler and you had participated in these.

At plain sight, the relics look like simple rocks.

The small pieces were put on a table and although they seemed to fit together, they would immediately separate. As when two magnets with the same poles repel each other.

But when you tried? The relics connected. Revealing patterns and letters written in Cybertronian.

“A.K.A, me.” you pointed to yourself. “Now, even if the Decepticons were to find all the pieces, they would still need me to put them together.”

“Then that means you are in even greater danger,” Ratchet says, making everyone in the conference room look at him. “It’s only a matter of time until they find out that they need you to piece together the map.”

“(Reader) is my protectee,” Optimus says. “I’ll personally make sure no harm comes her way.”

“All of this was interesting but we still don’t know what the map leads to,” Ratchet looks down at the documents thinking about doing more research of his own.

“It seems we will find out, once we get all the relics.”

The room is silent after that once again and you look over at Optimus who looks uncomfortable because of it. Still on his shoulder, you rub behind his audial, hoping that it will calm him down long enough for the last phase of the presentation.

“Umm, thank you for listening,” he says.

You start clapping and everybody else follows.

The night is cold but not as the previous one.

You made a bonfire. You always have a lighter with you, after all, you smoke often. Optimus doesn’t seem to mind as he also drinks a barrel of oil.

Around this time, the rest of the Autobots were driving the kids to their home. A groundbride can be easy, you thought at first. But as time passed, you had come to realize that the bond between the kids and the Autobots had grown. Now they enjoy the ride, the talks and gossip. They had become accustomed to each other. Just like you had become accustomed to Optimus and him to you.

The rest didn’t think of anything about the casual meet ups you had with the leader of the Autobots. To them, it was the same as spending time with the kids. Quality time. And you were sure, Optimus thought of the same.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you but I didn’t want to intrude,” Optimus breaks the comfortable silence. “How was your meeting with Alex?”

You exhale the smoke into the air, taking a quick look at the night sky. Thinking of your answer before speaking.

The high plain allows you to see the desert, and nearby roads. For a moment, you can’t believe this is your home. This place is very unlike you.

“It was alright, we might be … seeing each other often,” you say, thinking that maybe being honest was for the better. “But, I don’t know … there’s something strange about him.”

“Is he not worthy of your affection?”

“It's not that, it's something else,” in your mind, you replay your previous encounter with him. “Don’t mind me, it's probably just me, I am exaggerating.”

“Well, I am glad that at least you have other humans you can bond with, on a deeper, emotional level,” Optimus says as he takes a sip of his oil. He doesn’t want to sound overbearing as to prevent the situation from last time. He wants to trust you and believe that you’ll come to him if you need him.

“But if you ever feel unsafe, please allow me to do my duty to you and protect you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, but I’ll keep that in mind,” you look up to him. Although he was sitting, he was still massive and yet, you are used to it now. “But, what about you Prime? Do you wish to meet someone on a deeper, emotional level?”

“I think I am far too old for that and besides I am a slave to my responsibility.”

“But that wasn’t my question,” you smile at him with a teasing expression on your face. “And if I remember correctly, I believe you mentioned you had a close bond with someone before.”

Now, Prime is the one who looks at the stars. His optics have a gentle expression in them. He might be made out of metal but he showed as much expression as any other human could.

“Yes … Yes, you are right.”

“Do you want to talk about her?”

It took him a few seconds to respond. He looks to be in deep thought and the way he looks at the stars was intimate, and for a second, you feel like you were intruding.

“Have you ever looked at the stars and have this powerful feeling of wanting to explore beyond your horizons?” he asks. “A passion, a crave for wonder and adventure?”

At the question you can’t help but look at Optimus.

“Yes, I have.”

“She was that to me. The thrill I had for life … It was her. And she took all of that the moment she joined with the All-Spark.”

You can’t imagine what it is like to truly be loved by someone. Your mind wasn’t capable of understanding what it would be like to be loved by Optimus Prime. A being that knows nothing but pure devotion. Whoever he loved must have been the luckiest person in the entire universe.

“I am sorry,” you quickly say. “I didn’t mean to make you remember sad memories.”

“No, it's alright. Remembering her brings back a little bit of those feelings.”

Taking a puff from your cigarette, you didn’t know what to say. Optimus had shared something extremely intimate. And now, it had become not awkward but a vulnerable moment that felt one-sided. Seeing the Optimus had let down his guard, it was only fair you did the same, even though he wasn't expecting it.

“Three years ago, I got the … ‘opportunity’ to cover a story about the war on the other side of the world,” you began as you look into the dancing fire of the bonfire. “All of my seniors told me not to do it and to wait a little bit more to get more experience. It was just going to be me and my photographer, he was a good friend of mine.”

“I didn’t listen,” although you weren’t looking at Optimus, you know he was paying attention. “I saw things … I can’t even—”

You take a deep breath, you weren’t used to talking about it.

“I can’t even eat meat anymore. The smell, the texture, all of it, it just reminds me of …”

You stop mid-sentence, feeling like your voice cannot longer come out. Unable to think on how to continue.

“I know,” Optimus speaks for you, his optics deeply observing you. “I know.”

You keep his gaze for a few seconds before breaking the eye contact and continue talking. His optics were easy to get lost into.

“My photographer was a good friend of mine,” you say. The bonfire’s flames were dancing in front of you, moving in ways that could almost look unnatural. “But he was going through a lot and he wasn’t the same after that. He became a completely different person. He hated staying still and sitting for long periods of time and now that’s all he does. He wasn’t my friend anymore, he was just … a stranger.”

Optimus listens to you, for what it seems to be the first time you genuinely open up to him. You being so close to him without fearing getting hurt, was already an honor to him. But now you are vulnerable. You, a person who has admired you for years, who he had seen on television and look so strong, so positive … Now he is seeing a different side. A more humane, less idolized and more real. He started to think that maybe, you and him are not so different after all. And that the growing bond between the two of you, had become that of mutual respect and genuine affection. A friend.

“And I just hope that someday he stands up from the chair in his porch and looks at the horizon and thinks–”

You stop talking. Immediately regret saying too much.

“I am sorry I don’t know why I am telling you this,” you look away, your eyes hurt a little from looking into the fire for so long. “I thought my story would help us bond or teach you something. But I'm sure you know more about grief than I’ll ever know.”

As strange as it sounds, he got a feeling, a need to touch you. To get close to you. As to why, he couldn’t understand. Maybe it was in his nature to care for others but never like this. Never with such intensity. It's as if his spark would disappear if he doesn’t comfort you. He needs you to know he is there.

“On the contrary, human life is so short and despite that, you still see life as worth living. It’s your resilience despite your circumstances that I admire and it's something I find in you.”

“And I think that’s beautiful,” he says, genuinely letting his spark do the talking instead of him. “You are.”

Slowly turning to see him, you once again see his gentle eyes, his soul behind all the scars and beat up dents in his body. The tired Prime, worn out from battle and constant war. But his spark had never stopped being gentle, never stopped having that burning passion and wonder for the universe. A pure soul, that even though has much more wisdom and strength than you, you still wanted to protect.

“When you said that you felt a sense of wonder and thrill for life whenever you saw her,” you take a deep breath. Letting yourself, one more moment of vulnerability before everything breaks. “I know how that feels because that’s what I felt the first time I saw you.”

The Prime digs his digits into the ground underneath, and you, unaware of the wild need he has to hold you. He doesn’t understand, he might be finally going mad.

“... Would you like to dance?”

He says and you immediately nod, you suddenly feel stupid. For whatever reason that is. You didn’t want to think about it too much as to not realize something you did not want to find out.

“Oh yes, I forgot that's why we came here,” you pull out your phone as you throw your cigarette into the fire. “Let me put on some music this time.”

“I made a playlist, all of them are old songs but since you are … old-school, I think you’ll like them.”

The Autobot Leader has been reading too many classic books. Old romances and ballads about princesses and knights falling in love. You know that he would enjoy music that resembles those feelings. You chose classics and other songs about love. Deep down, you knew the Prime was a hopeless romantic, as much as he might not admit it.

Mrs. Darcy from the 2006 Pride & Prejudice OST started playing. You wonder if Optimus had seen the movie yet.

He takes your hand and your waist effortlessly. So much for a Cybertronian whose culture has a hand-language that could only be shared with those who have a close bond with. His frame pressed against yours and he held you with delicacy. He doesn’t seem shy at all now. Maybe because he was already accustomed to your presence.

“You are getting better, you won’t be needing my teachings soon.”

Although he was a bot, his movements were more fluid now than they used to. He now follows the rhythm of the music and knows how to lead better.

“Oh, I see.”

The two of you continue dancing under the stars and every few seconds, now you feel how Optimus stumbles on his feet. Other times he loses the rhythm, or takes steps too big or too small. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what he was trying to do.

“I’ve been reading more human books and many times, dancing seems like a romantic gesture,” he is blunt with his questions, you are used to it now. “A courting ritual even.”

“Well, yes, dancing used to be a way to court someone … Now it's kinda the same but it doesn’t hold the same meaning, it's different.”

“Then, right now, are we courting each other?”

“Uh?” You look up to him only to see blue optics. His strong facade made you feel just a bit intimidated, or shy. But that you didn’t want to admit.

“Do you think I am courting you?”

You step back and quickly break the dance.

“Of course not! I mean we are friends, just dancing!” you keep taking small steps back but Optimus instantly follows as if he didn’t know what embarrassment is. “Friends do that now too.”

“Why would such an intimate act be shared with friends?”

“You think this is intimate?”

“By Cybertronian standards, yes,” Optimus keeps trying to get close to you but you keep evading him. “Being this close without having established a proper bond is a bit … scandalous.”

“Yet, here you are with me, doing something scandalous.”

Deciding it was time to quit being embarrassed, you decide that it was for the best to quit dance practice for the night. Instead you sit down next to your backpack and take out a notebook. Maybe if you pretend to be busy he wouldn’t insist on the topic. But then again … why were you nervous?

“That’s the reason I inquired about whether or not you saw dancing as courting,” he says, taking a close seat next you. You wonder if he even knows what boundaries were or if such boundaries even existed in his culture. “I wouldn’t want my intentions to be interpreted in a wrongful way.”

“So if Ratchet or Arcee or any other Cybertronian saw us right now–”

“They would think we would have done indecent things,” he says with such simplicity but he doesn’t sound like he is disgusted at the thought. “I wouldn’t like to hear Ratchet’s opinion on a Cybertronian and Human relationship.”

Taking out a few pencils, you ripped a few pieces of paper and gave it to Optimus. He accepted them and put the paper in the ground. You gave him a pencil and he delicately took it from your hand. He didn’t know exactly what you wanted him to do with it.

“You know? Deep down, I think deep down that’s what you want,” you say as you start to sketch him on your notebook. You were horrible at drawing but never really cared about it not being great. “Not with me, of course, but I think that’s what you want.”

You draw his 'blockie' shape and frame. Then you start drawing hearts around him.

“You want to love freely, to be madly in love and do stupid things for it,” you say. “And you can’t because of your responsibilities. You want to–”

“Kiss.”

You stop drawing and look at him. The light of the bonfire directly hits his helm and his optics look brighter.

“...Uh?”

“It’s the greatest form of affection between humans, correct?”

Optimus looks down at his paper and starts to draw. There have been a very few times in his life in which he had used such primitive technology before. He remembers Alpha Trion enjoying using something similar to this before.

“Did you read that in a book?”

“A poem,” he says as he starts drawing a circle. “The sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea, what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”

“Love’s Philosophy?” you turn to look at him. “I don’t think you truly understand the meaning of that poem–”

“All in nature is connected, interviewed and beautiful,” he says as he continues to draw what seems to be Earth. “Connections are truly the only divinity mortals can enjoy in life.”

Is that the reason why he has such a fixation with love? Because nature is a foreign concept to his kind? Are connections in Cybertron so strange that they are deemed as mythical and a religious experience?

How much did he crave for it? So much love to give but never even be able to experience it?

“Well, yes but it's about seduction, the writer wanted to have … uhm intimacy with their lover and–”

“Is a kiss not a form of intimacy?”

“Yes, but there’s more to that—It's– Nevermind.”

It's hard to talk about it. You didn’t know why. It was something so easy for you before but when Optimus wants to talk about it, you suddenly lose words. It's strange because talking was one of your gifts.

“And a kiss is just a taste of heaven,” he looks up to the night sky for a second before looking down at you. “Have you done it? How does it feel?”

“Wet,” you say simply. “But nice if it's with the right person.”

Suddenly, Optimus’s pencil breaks in half. He had held it in a little too hard and broke it.

“I see.”

The sadness in his optics were unmatched. You had never seen such sadness before. He looked at it with such pity as though he might cry at any second. He looks like a kicked puppy who has gone through more pain than you could imagine.

“Do you want to try? Kissing?” you say, wanting to do anything to make him feel better.

“But isn’t kissing an action only reserved for the person you have a romantic attachment to?”

“A lot of courting actions have lost meaning with time,” you get closer to him and you start drawing on his paper, trying to complete it. “But you don’t have lips so I guess kissing is kinda impossible for your species … it kinda makes sense why you are hyper-fixated about it.”

“Something that has never been done before you or your kind,” you say, drawing him on top of the Earth. “You truly are an adventurer at heart, aren’t you?”

“Deep down, in every circuit of my being.”

“And because you can’t explore the stars you decide that it's best to explore human behavior?”

“It's the best next thing I have.”

Holding onto his servo, you place your pencil on top of it.

“And you don’t find it disgusting?” you ask as he looks at both of his servos. One had the broken pencil and the other had the one you just gave him. The broken one, he thought, he can keep as a memento. The other one, he will use it to continue drawing.

“I mean I am an organic, a completely different species than you.”

“I don’t think Cybertronians and Humans are so different,” he says as he starts to draw once again. “We both have the ability to think, to express our feelings and thoughts in other ways than just words.”

“And besides, the only person I can think of kissing … is you.”

He draws you on his shoulder. As best as he can, you are sitting and smiling. He looked proud of his drawing and there was a faint smile on his face. Maybe now you are realizing that you pretty much would do anything to keep seeing that again.

“I guess we can try but– Wait, wait, wait–

You rub your hands together, feeling colder than usual. The night had gotten long after all.

“Actually, having a first kiss is a big deal in human culture! it’s something you’ll remember forever. So let’s not rush it and let’s plan it! What would you like your first kiss to be like?”

Optimus thinks about his favorite romance books. There have been many he has read. Many memorable kisses and scenes he would like to try. He can’t pick just one. He wishes he could reenact all of them.

“You have made important points,” he says this time his voice is a little bit louder with some excitement. It was endearing to see him like this. “I shall study more and see what I find more appealing.”

You didn’t mind trying, you don’t see why it would matter. This can only deepen your bond with Optimus, maybe he will open up to you and tell you more secrets, more information. There’s no reason why you would be nervous, it can be over in three seconds.

“Once again, I deeply thank you for allowing me to indulge myself with you.”

And yet, you can’t figure out why your heart pounds so painfully.

You came out of work at exactly one in the morning.

News can always be unexpected as a reporter, you are always on call. The job is not as fancy as many may think. The times are unstable, someone always has to be at the station.

You had covered the news of a house fire and finally had returned. Seeing a few of your co-workers walk out of the station felt a bit strange. It’s been a couple of months since you started working at Jasper News but haven’t made any acquaintances. Maybe it's time to socialize more.

“Ready to go?”

Arcee picked you up.

Of course it wouldn’t be Optimus, it would be strange if a truck came to the station.

“Sorry it's so late, I’ll start taking my car with me.”

You hop on and put on the helmet, you weren’t used to riding Arcee’s alt-form. Since she spent most of her time with Jack, the two of you weren’t as close as you wished it would be.

“Don’t worry about it, you know we have to keep a close eye on you,” Arcee starts moving as soon as she realizes you have adjusted yourself. “We can’t leave you unprotected.”

“Because the relics won’t work without me?”

You were well aware that all of this started because it was mutually beneficial to the two parties. So it wouldn’t bother you to believe that Arcee did her job because it was beneficial to her cause and not because she had some appreciation for you. You asked because you wanted to learn about her and her point of view.

“Well, yes,” she says. “And because Optimus won’t take it well if something happens to you.”

“He would be fine, he has handled greater losses,” you shiver a little. The night is cold in Nevada and driving, or at least, pretending to drive in the open was something you weren’t used to.

“He has but that doesn’t mean he can handle everything,” Arcee starts to pick up the speed. Now she’s used to the streets and the ‘strange’ human rules of traffic. “Just don’t give him any reasons to worry. He already has a lot on his plate.”

“Believe me, that’s the last thing I want. I also hope I am not taking too much time from your babysitting,” you are inferring to Jack, saying this to see what kind of reaction you will get from her.

“I don’t babysit, Jack is my partner, a friend, it's very different.”

“Is it? How?”

You respect Arcee. Truly admire her way of working and you really wanted to learn her story. You knew she must have an amazing tale to tell. One of overcoming obstacles, learning how to handle grief and exceeding her potential. To you, she probably could be a better leader than Optimus. More efficient.

“Jack and I work well together,” she says loud enough for you to hear despite the wind around being pretty loud. “But you and Optimus … it’s more personal.”

“Personal?”

You notice that Arcee slowed down, making you think that what she was about to say will be serious.

“I am not blind, I used to be personal with someone else too,” Arcee says. “Tragically, he passed away before you came along.”

“I am sorry,” unconsciously, you grabbed onto her handles a little bit tighter. “What was his name?”

“Cliffjumper,” there was some pain in her voice. “He was stupid and would talk too much.”

You weren’t the best at comforting people. Much less with those who have suffered in ways you can’t imagine.

The houses and suburbs became less the moment the two of you crossed the desert. It was an empty road, with a few cars passing by every 20 minutes. But the deeper you went into the desert, the less you could see any type of civilization. Normally, you would be scared of driving so late at night in such a desolate area. But you were with Arcee and with her, nothing could go wrong.

“But he was also brave and kind.”

“And did the two of you ever push the boundaries of this personal relationship?” you ask.

“Never,” now there’s some yearning in her tone. “Although I believed there were moments in which the two of us wanted more.”

You really weren’t expecting to hear this tonight. Much less from Arcee who always seemed tamed about her feelings. So steady, feelings under control. But maybe she was just like everyone else.

She’s just a simple girl who wants to be listened to simply because she has so much to say.

“I don’t know why I am telling you this, this isn’t about me.”

“Hey, I get it, it can get lonely being the only bot who thinks clearly with her processor,” you keep holding tight into her accelerator and brake handles even when you wanted to remove them so you could freely express yourself with your hands. “Male mechs can be difficult, I imagine.”

“Most mechs let their feelings and own ambitions get in the way of things. But Optimus isn’t like that … at least not yet.”

“You are afraid I’ll make him act like every other bot?”

“I believe that deep down that’s what he wants, to have a little bit of freedom to act like a normal bot and not a leader,” even when she says this, there isn’t a single hint of disrespect for the Prime. Rather more of concern. “And you just happen to be the perfect excuse for him to do so.”

“So please, do not take our leader away from us,” Arcee says. “We need him to be Optimus Prime.”

“And he will continue to do so. Do you really think Optimus will change just because an annoying human is in his life now?”

It's been 45 minutes of driving and from afar, you can already see the big plateau that you have learned to call home.

“You are not just any human. Optimus appreciates and admires you. Or did you forget he is a big fan of yours?”

“I heard he used to watch my reports on TV.”

“Never missed one,” although Arcee was in her alt-mode, you could tell that she was smiling. “I am just saying that you shouldn’t underestimate the bond you have with Optimus. Nor take advantage of it. He can be whoever he wants to be with you but do let that interfere with his responsibility.”

“Aren’t you being a bit too hard on him? He already has a lot of expectations to meet.”

“His needs do not compare to our cause. What we fight for is far greater than all of us, than our wants.”

As cold as it was and as much as you wanted to go to bed, you knew you couldn’t miss this opportunity to have some girly bonding time with Arcee.

“And what do you want, Arcee?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me.”

There were a few seconds of silence as if Arcee was thinking about what to say next. It was a very Arcee thing to do and you admire her willingness to try.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course,”

“I want this to be over,” she says. “I just want to go home.”

The impossible. Originally, you expected something more vain, more selfish. Instead, you discover that Arcee was just a soldier. A tired one. One who doesn’t seek glory or fancy titles. She just wants to go home, a home you don’t even know can still exist.

“I am sorry I can’t give you that.”

“It’s fine, I honestly don’t have much hope of seeing Cybertron again, at least not as it was before.”

You couldn’t give up so easily. Not when you feel like Arcee can start trusting you.

“Is there something you want to do now?”

“Like right now?”

“Yeah, we can do anything you want right now.”

It was dark, the moon and stars still reign in the vastness of the night sky.

“Well, there’s one thing I’ve been curious about but I don’t think we should–”

“Come on!” you quickly encourage it. “It will only be you and I, we have time and the night is young, well kind of. Let's do it!”

There was once again, a silence. Arcee was thinking, analysing and having some critical thinking. That, you can respect. You just hope that she will be willing to let her guard down, just for a bit.

“Fine, there’s one thing I want to do.”

Optimus isn’t sure why you or Arcee came back to the base at 7 in the morning. He wanted to ask about it but seeing that nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he decided to leave it at that. After all, no one mentioned about the time you and him came back the next day after doing illegal car racing.

How you even convinced him to do so … he doesn’t know.

Truth is that you didn’t even ask him to do it, he wanted to do it. Willingly.

It's as if he wanted to please any wishes you had. This may be due to the fact that his processor has now identified you as his protectee. Although he believes that it goes beyond codes and roles. It was comradery and the trust that was built over the months you had known each other.

Now he looks at you and wonders if you would be willing to come to Cybertron with him once the war is over and it's restored. He knows that you probably won’t leave work, you love it too much to leave. Optimus understands that. He also wouldn’t leave the world he has only known, a beautiful one to say the least.

But he hopes you can come visit him, hopefully Ratchet can make the Spacebridge work. Without saying that he wants to continue watching your reports … could he perhaps bring an Earth Television? Could he ask Ratchet or Raf f if it could be possible to get Earth signals to Cybertron?

He can’t and won’t miss any of your reports, he really enjoys watching you. He likes to listen to your voice and the way you move. How passionately you speak of truth and the way you can tell a story.

“There are 13 relics we need to collect. The Decepticons have two and we have one. We should split into teams and gather as many as possible. They are all spread around across the globe, some hidden in caves, others in museums and others in hostile places. We should calculate our strengths and weaknesses to see who gets to go where.”

Preparations were being made. They had to be fast as they knew that their small team couldn't compete with Megatron’s army who wouldn't hesitate to make their own preparations as soon as they decipher their locations. It was a race against time.

There have been a couple of times where you have lied to someone. More than you would like.

“Why doesn’t he text me back?”

“He just doesn’t like you that much.”

To you, telling the truth was important. You thought you were helping friends whenever they would ask you about a boy they liked but he wouldn’t have much interest.

“I didn’t get a role in the musical … I am probably not that good of a singer.”

“Yeah, maybe you are not … but I think you are really good at drawing, maybe you should look into the creative department in theater instead?”

Most people would expect words of encouragement. “Don’t give up!” “Maybe next time you’ll get it” “Just keep trying.”

But to you, those words got no meaning. There were people who were good at some things and bad at others. Some have talent, others don’t.

You learned this at a young age when your father told you you weren’t creative nor good enough to be a fantasy book writer.

“You are a good listener … if you really want to write, maybe journalism will be best for you.”

And here you are.

Trying to decipher why this robot alien made you go against your beliefs.

That you preferred telling the truth despite its cruel reality, didn’t mean you were a complete pessimist. Rather, you preferred to look at the positive side of things despite its unpleasant truth.

“I suck at math.”

“Yeah but you are really good at history.”

“I am ugly.”

“You are really funny, tho.”

“My mother hates me.”

“You have other people who love you.”

And the same applied to your world views.

The world can be a mess … but it can still be fixed. No matter how rotten and broken, you believed that change could be possible.

Until you saw real war.

You were privileged enough to be able to come back to your home. In a safe space. But the women, the men and children that you saw die those days …

You accepted reality. And saw truth as the only way of true liberation. Because there was nothing left to save, the world was beyond salvation. The only thing left was to tell the stories of the ones that didn’t have a voice.

And the Autobots? In hiding.

Why? Why hide when their technology, medicine, knowledge … their power… could be the answer to save so many millions lives?

It's not fair. That they get to stay on Earth and risk its safety only to get nothing in return.

And you wonder … Why?

Why is it, if you are a person of truth, you can happily lie to Optimus Prime about your beliefs?

Is it to make him feel better?

Maybe there is a part of you that sees yourself in Optimus. He used to be like you when you had hope. When you still believed in the goodness of the world.

You didn’t want him to end up like you.

Feeling so pessimistic and hopeless. No, you wanted him to keep believing in the world. For him to believe that redemption is possible and that everyone can be good.

Because if Optimus no longer had those morals, then he wouldn’t be Optimus.

And you wouldn’t –

“(Reader)?”

Optimus interrupts your thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I was just wondering,” you make a pause, giving yourself one more moment to consider your thoughts.

You stand on the elevated floor and look at the piece of paper that Alex had given you. He had written down his phone number for you. You appreciated his hand-writing, clean and understandable but elegant as well, almost like cursive.

“Would you like to come to the club with me?”

When you told Optimus that a club was a place where people meet up to converse, socialize and dance, his mind immediately went to classical literature. Of elegant venues, tuxedos and long dresses. Live music and synchronized dancing.

Not this.

He went to the extent of creating a fancy suit for his holoform. Only for you to look at him and say.

“What if you try something … more casual?”

Now, he finds himself wearing jeans and a black shirt. So simple but he trusted you and your knowledge of human culture.

Seeing the people around him, he understood now, he is wearing similar things to the rest of the male population. He blends in and yet, he still has that desire to wear a suit.

The place reminds him of Mcaddams Old Oil House.

But the entire room was dark except for the blinding multi-color lights moving in all directions. The smell of the building wasn’t pleasant. The smell of alcohol was present. It was strong but this was the least of his worries. After all, it's not like Optimus could get the same drunk effects as humans do. He would have to drink oil for that and–

“I brought some oil for you, so you can drink with me if you want … Wait, I am dumb, you can’t drink in your holoform.”

He still doesn’t understand fully why you took him here. You had said you wanted to show him modern real human courting. But you had to do some research about … classified work. Wanting to respect your privacy and your job, he didn’t want to ask any further questions. He was just content that you allowed him to join you in a part of your life and get a little more perspective on your work-process.

“Is there a specific task you wish me to do?”

You look at Optimus up and down. A tall skinny man with a dumb face. This man would attract all the ladies in the club.

Alex invited you here and you were planning to figure out once and for all who he really was. You knew his exact plan. He wanted you to let your guard down, maybe drink a little bit and let loose, maybe after sharing a few kisses. It was the perfect combination to start dating someone.

Too perfect.

That’s where Optimus comes in. Alex won’t be expecting him and it’ll make him slip some type of information that you might be able to use to find out who really is. Is all about the element of surprise.

“Hey Prime,” you call him by his last name as you usually do and now he doesn’t complain about it. “You should ask a woman to dance with you.”

Glancing over the corner, you see a woman standing with so much confidence that it could intimidate anyone. Definitely someone you would wish to be friends with. Black long hair with blue eyes, a beautiful and toned body. She dressed as she wanted and was surrounded by friends.

Optimus also looks at her and there’s no sight of lust in his eyes. To him, she was a person just like anyone in this room. Maybe Cybertronians can’t be attracted to humans. Regardless, it would be a good experience for Optimus to know all kinds of people.

“What if she says no?”

“Then you ask someone else,” you say as you give his holoform a pat in the back. “And come on, have you seen your holoform? Believe me you won’t have a problem.”

“But if you really want to win her over, I have a tip,” you get closer to him and whisper in his ear. He felt tingles and could feel your warmth, ever so faintly and it felt nice.

“That works?” He asks in a surprised tone.

“Absolutely.”

“I see … I’ll try it.”

And there goes Optimus Prime, shooting his shot at a random beautiful lady that you have no doubt will fall for his charms. You watch him approach her and a small part of you is nervous that things might go the wrong way.

Optimus speaks to her and she looks at him up and down. There is a nervous smile coming from her which is already a win for Optimus since confident people don’t get shy so easily.

“The guy’s got game.”

You recognized that voice.

“Or maybe he is just stupid.”

Alex stands behind you and you turn to look fully at him.

“Naive,” you tell him. “And kind … that’s all that matters.”

He looks at you and recognizes your attire. The same red wig and clothes from the day of the race. You noticed him staring and confused, as if you were reading his mind, you answered his doubt.

“I am not, like, super famous but I also don’t want to risk getting seen in a place like this,” you say as you quickly take a look at your own outfit. “I don’t want to destroy what little left I have of my career.”

“Then why even accept my invitation here in the first place?” He puts a hand on your waist and guides you to the bar section where the two take a seat. You quickly glance at Optimus and see him and the woman had gone to the dance floor. Good for him. “We could have gone anywhere you wanted, you know?”

“Yeah but I wanted umm … Peter, to get out more,” you came up with the name on the spot. “He doesn’t go out too often.”

“I am going to be honest, I didn’t expect you to bring your friend here, seeing this was our second date. I am starting to think you might like him more than me.”

“The fact that you think that I even like you baffles me.”

Alex simply chuckles and asks the bartender for a few drinks. While the two of you wait for the drinks you look back at Optimus again.

He is having the time of his life, the woman too as she laughs, amused at how comical Optimus attempts to dance with her. You are happy to know that someone at least is having fun.

“If you don’t like me,” Alex says, getting your attention again, “Why even come here with me?”

You have gone back to your original research papers. After being asked to leave your apartment and move in with the Autobots for your protection, you made sure you took one thing with you. That being your written research of the Autobots and everything you plan to expose later on after getting more evidence.

That’s when you stumbled upon the original documents your insider had given you as proof of the existence of the Autobots. That’s where you found written files by hand. Some codes that you didn’t fully understand but the few papers that were written by hand were made by the same person, you knew this because the writing was the same.

Autobots Files: 9747220

967- 373-7324 - Alex

“I don’t know, you tell me, Ladiesman217.”

You put the files on the bar and the paper where he wrote his phone number days ago. You pointed at the numbers to clearly show their similarities.

Alex doesn’t show much of an expression and instead he takes a sip of his whisky. He puts the glass on the table again. Taking a deep breath, he never loses his cool.

“Shit.”

“Let me guess, Fowler doesn’t trust me and he sent you to keep an eye on me.”

“I mean, you did try to expose the government’s deepest secret,” Alex says, his entire demineur falling from his face. Finally, you were able to see a person and not someone he was pretending to be. “And it wasn’t Fowler, it was the upper-ups, my high commanders.”

“And these commanders have no idea that you were my insider?”

“They are kind of stupid,” he gets closer to you not because he wanted but because the music was getting louder and it was hard for him to hear you. “But if you don’t tell anyone, I’ll say you have lost interest in exposing the Autobots.”

“I have,” you lie as you take a sip of your mixed drink.

“Please, you can’t lie to me,” he has almost a burlesque tone to his voice. Even offended that you dared to lie to his face. “We talked for years. I know you won’t let it go just because the government told you to and they know that, that’s why they sent me to learn your secrets.”

“And why did you do it? You work for the government, why expose their secrets to me when the consequences can be worse for you than for me.”

Alex takes a moment to look at you and think clearly about what he’ll do next. The two of you have reached a point of no return. Most importantly, in the same boat. He can’t say your intentions because you’ll expose him all the same.

“Because I don't want Earth to be involved in intergalactic affairs,” he says. “It takes only one thing to go wrong between the Autobots and the Decepticons for Earth to become a war field. They will survive … but us? They will ruin our planet as they have with theirs.”

There’s concern in the way he speaks that worries you. In such a way that it scares you, just for a bit. Thinking that the government or the Autobots might be hiding something or that the situation with the Decepticons might be more fragile than you originally thought.

“That’s not to mention that we might become a target for other more hostile alien species, how are we even supposed to fight them when the Autobots are unwilling to share their technology with us? We give them our planet, our resources, everything for their cause and when it comes down to it, they will leave us with nothing. They are strong but there’s only 5 of them … what will they do against an army?”

He sighs and you knew because of the movement of his lips, it was getting harder to hear him and you hated not having taken this conversation to a quieter place.

“I thought that if the news became global then maybe we could pressure the American government to send the Autobots away. That’s why I became your insider, that’s why I shared such important information with you,” defeated, he finished his drink. “I just didn’t think it would turn out this way.”

His disappointment hurts you. You wanted to ask him why he chose you to deliver the news when there were other people with better careers that could have accomplished his wishes better. But asking right now won’t get anything done. It doesn’t matter, what matters is to continue and see this mission to the end.

“It’s all my fault,” you say, taking a sip of your drink and enjoying the pineapple flavour that came with the liquor. “I should have done my research, gotten more proof before trying to expose the Autobots on national television.”

“It would have taken you years to actually get any real proof. I am a special secret agent for the government and I even had trouble getting the documents I gave you without getting caught. I doubt I can do that again.”

The lights of the club start to blind you and you look down to protect your sight. You take notice of your attire once again and wonder if going through all of this trouble was even worth it.

But then again … What else could you do? Give up?

“Do you still want to help me?”

“Uh?”

“I am gathering information on the Autobots, a full report on them,” you say, pouring some of your drink into Alex’s empty glass cup. “I’ve got a lot of pictures of them but I am missing the part of where the government is involved.”

“If you could get me something, anything, where the Autobots and the commanders you talk about interact … Well, that could be the final piece.”

“No promises on that, as I’ve said, getting that type of information, let alone capture an interaction is a difficult task.”

Alex drinks from the pina colada that you poured on his glass, thinking that it tastes more like vodka than pineapple.

“Alright, then if you can’t do that, just keep telling the higher ups that I am fully on the Autobots side. If you keep my secret then I won’t say a word that you were my insider.”

It’s not like he could say no.

“Sounds like a deal–”

“Wait, where’s my bot?”

You suddenly remember Optimus and look across the dance floor just to not find him. You also tried to look for the woman he was dancing with but couldn’t find her either. Jumping off your seat, you start to panic just a little.

“Uh?”

“I’ll talk to you later,” you say as you start to walk away.

“I’ll text you on a different phone!”

You looked for him everywhere. In the restrooms, at the dance floor and at the bar. Nowhere to be found.

Lastly, you looked outside. Near a dumpster, his holoform sat on the sidewalk.

There was something about Optimus that was eye-catching.

That no matter his form he always looked like a kicked puppy. But tonight that look intensified. Maybe it's the way he is sitting, his posture and the sadness in his blue eyes. The way he looks into the ground as if he had just experienced the biggest of tragedies.

“Hey big guy,” you sat next to him, the sidewalk was cold against your skin but you didn’t care enough to do something about it. “Everything alright?”

He looks at you with shame in his eyes. Not to you but to himself, he hesitates to speak up and that only terrified you.

“That woman kissed me,” he said in a voice that almost glitched. “I didn’t want to. I wanted my first kiss to be different, not here, not now … not with her.”

Your heart pains you, seeing him like this has been the worst kind of punishment from whatever divine creature despised you.

“And I can’t get it back.”

You always think clearly. Never letting your feelings dictate your actions. But this time it was different.

“Hey, what if we just go back to base and watch something together?” you say. “We haven’t seen Pride and Prejudice.”

“But what about you and Alex–”

“I’ll just go inside and say bye to him, he won’t mind at all,” you quickly interrupt him as you stand up. He soon quickly follows.

“My apologies for being such a grievance–”

“You are not,” smiling at him, you open the back door of the club. The music is already staggering your ears. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be at the parking lot.”

Optimus holoform nodded and he disappeared, giving you the freedom to act carelessly.

It had been more than 10 minutes and Optimus was ready to go look for you. But the moment he was about to activate his holoform, you came out of the club. Wearing a sweater around your face, one he didn’t recognize.

You open the driver’s door with a stranger’s sweater wrapped around your face. Optimus believed this was some strange human costume that he didn’t know about.

“Are you alright?”

Optimus asks as he sees you cover your face even further with your hands. Now he believes you were hiding something.

“Yes, let’s just go to the base.”

But Optimus didn’t let things go so easily.

“Is there a reason why you cover your face?”

He turns on his engine and slowly starts to drive off. Feeling like he wants to drive slowly just to talk to you more.

“It’s cold, humans do this when it's cold.”

“I’ll turn the heater on for you.”

“It's not necessary.”

There was a silence, one that wasn’t going to last.

“Could you please, trust me a little?”

The way he says things is comforting. And maybe he is right, you need to start trusting him a little. But you weren’t looking forward to his reprimand. Yet, you did as he told you and slowly removed the sweater around your head.

Revealing your pink and purple bruises, your bleeding lips and swollen cheek.

Optimus comes to a sudden halt.

“Hey, don’t do that in the middle of the road!”

He quickly pulls over and his holoform appears in the co-pilot seat.

“What happened? Who did this to you?”

And his voice showed no hint of anger but of pure concern.

“I am fine really and it's better if you don’t know,” you didn’t answer any of his questions and his holoform reaches out to you.

With a strange necessity to touch you, his fingers feel like old TV static. As when you put your hands too close to an old vintage television. Yet, he was gentle, not completely touching you, afraid he might hurt you.

Then he pulls away, his holoform is expressive. You liked it, you could read him easily. His blue eyes show disappointment and some sort of impotence.

You may like his holoform’s expression. But you much preferred the bot.

“I feel like every time you need me, I am unable to protect you even though I swore to do so,” Optimus looks away, hiding his face in shame, feeling unworthy to be in your presence.

“Even if someone hurt me, what would you do?” you ask him, trying to some way or another make him look at you. “It's not like you to hurt others or get vengeance.”

“And yet you tempt me to forget my morals.”

“You won’t,” you say. “I know you better than that.”

“Believe me, I am fine and this was my choice,” you thought he would be angry but his sorrow is more evident. Yes, there’s some anger in there but not towards you but towards him. “I just want to go home, cuddle in my bed and watch Pride and Prejudice with you.”

“You are too kind to me, I don’t deserve it.”

His holoform glitches and he look away for a second as if the sight of you being hurt physically pained him.

You wonder what kind of perception he has of himself to believe that he did not deserve basic kindness?

“I promised I was going to take care of you right? I have to keep my side of the deal too.”

“Apologies it's just that … seeing you hurt and not being able to do anything about it …” he turns to look at you and it takes all of his will power to not hold you. Why? That he didn’t completely understand. “It infuriates me that someone dared to touch you.”

“Don’t worry about me, worry about them, I got them good,” you try to humor the situation but Optimus wasn’t one to use comedy to divert the situation.

“I cannot let it go so simply,” Optimus says.

“And what can I do so you can let it go?”

His holoform sits on the passenger seat. It's quiet, you can hear your own breathing and Optimus’ engine roaring softly. His eyes, although they were not as expressive as his optics, you could read them just as easily.

You didn’t want to jump into conclusions but you knew exactly what he wanted. He was asking you for permission. Yet you wonder if he was even aware of what he desired. In a very innocent and naive way. He craved that of what you couldn’t give him and he certainly didn’t want it from you.

“Optimus,” you began, breaking the silence. “I am sorry about what happened. Your first kiss was important to you.”

Reaching out a hand, you touched his steering wheel. Your fingers softly caressing the texture of the cracks of his leather.

“And although I wouldn’t mind kissing you, I genuinely think you should do this with someone you love. And when it happens, I promise you it will be worth the wait.”

Disappointed and regretful. Maybe even shameful. The feeling was mutual between the two of you.

“What if she doesn’t want to kiss me?” He asks. “What if she finds it weird?”

“Then she’s not the one,” you simply say. “But believe me, only a fool would not want to kiss you.”

“I have the same sentiment towards you,” Optimus’ holoform smiles, it's sincere and you feel like you can trust him with anything. “I am sure Alex feels the same.”

“Nah, something tells me we will be just good friends,” you want to correspond the smile if it weren’t because it hurt when you tried. “And it's fine, I am used to not having good luck when it comes to love. I’ve learned to let it go.”

His face suddenly gets serious. With the utmost respect and sincerity in his voice, he speaks in that baritone that makes your knees feel weak.

“If I had you, I would let you go only If I was blind, deaf and stupid.”

His spark begins to palpitate in ways it has never before. Yet, he doesn’t understand why.

Was it because you were in front of him? With your swollen face and bruises? Because he wanted to look for the person who hurt you and give them all the hate he feels in his spark? But he couldn’t, he knows that and most importantly, you know that too. It seems you are ok with him putting his responsibilities above you. Even when given the chance, he would throw them away at the first opportunity. He feels like he owes you at least that much, as your protector. And even when he knows he shouldn’t ask for more, he finds himself doing it anyway just to satisfy his curiosity. To understand the world he currently lives in.

“That is, if I were human, of course.”

“Yeah, haha,” you don’t seem to have any uncomfort from his previous comment. Genuinely laughing.

But after your laugh subsided, your eyes and his optics keep each other’s gaze. It was silent.

“Just keep driving, Prime,” you finally say, your pink cheeks made him content and he smiles, returning the gesture.

“As you wish.”

“—And that’s what you like about humans too. The reason you read so many books is because you enjoy the way we express love, so openly and so untamed.”

You had fallen asleep by the time the movie had reached its half. The conversations between the two were always enjoyable and Optimus always ended up learning something new about himself.

Your room in the base wasn’t pretty but it was clean. Technically, still new to your new home, you haven’t had time to decorate as you wanted. But there was a tv, and a yellow light-lamp as the only source of illumination. It was cozy, nothing like Optimus’ tech-oriented room. He found comfort in your small room, he didn’t mind mass-displacing to be fit in.

But what Optimus enjoyed the most was the trust you put in him. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder and he quickly picked you up and placed you on the bed. Covering your body with blankets.

He turns off the lights and leaves you to rest.

Never will he know the real events of what happened that night.

Not even Alex could stop you.

You can’t understand why but the anger inside of you grew bigger and bigger until it overtook you. The more you remember Optimus’s enthusiasm, his excitement to experience something so pure and wholesome as a first kiss. All of that stuff that you believed to be meaningless … it mattered to you now because it matters to Optimus.

You didn’t know how to fight, you just did what felt more natural.

The beautiful woman that danced with Optimus had stolen his first kiss. But now she didn’t look so beautiful anymore.

Not when you had broken her nose.

“And you better stay away from him!”

You pointed at the woman who still layed on the floor as Alex finally was able to pull you away.

You spat blood, tasting the metallic liquid in your mouth.

“He is good and kind!” you scream at her, not caring about the crowd around you nor the phones recording the moment. “How dare you make him sad?! How dare you?!”

And although anger consumes you, his blue optics still linger in your mind. His presence, his gentleness and sense of righteousness. It was becoming a part of you.

And it scared you.

“How dare you?!”

A/N:I am back!!! This took long but it's an 11k chapter. I am trying to make the reader bond with each of the autobots and the kids so when she betrays them, you can actually feel the disappointment.

Some of you have asked why I have written the reader to be this way.

I think it is because of Optimus. He believes everyone can change for the better and the Reader will be proof of that. Optimus will learn to love the reader even more because she will become the living proof that sentient beings are capable of change.

He will feel sad at the betrayal of course but this will only test his own ideas of morality. After reader redeems herself, the true, genuine love will be born.

As for reader, I think she feels like she has slowly began to lose a part of herself. With OP in her life now, she consider her choices more and thinks more about what she has to say. I think that's why Reader got into a fight because she saw herself in the woman, hating herself for hurting OP and reader began to feel guilty for what she has done or is about to do.

Next chapter, will be a bit different, we will have more back story of the relics but it will important and I think you'll enjoy it. Aka more Op and reader moments. I also want to involve the other characters more so I'll write more about them and reader.

I'll start answering back comments and continue to write prompts/requests!

That’s it for now! Thank you for reading and sorry for any grammar, spelling mistakes, I didn't proofread, it's too long, haha.

If you have any questions, comments you can always ask away! <3

Until next time!

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t-a-a-1 · 1 month ago

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To Fall In Love For A Prime

Summary: Optimus realizes he is falling in love with you.

1.4k words. Optimus x Female Reader

Optimus had an instinct.

Some instics are more peculiar than others. He noticed that his own actions did not match the rational thoughts in his processor.

He made sure to be kind to everyone. To treat each individual with respect.

But he noticed that things were different with you.

Once, you had mentioned your interest in poetry. The next couple of days, Optimus spent day and night trying to retrieve from Iacon’s old DataNet, poems written by the great authors of Cybertron. He spent more time trying to translate them.

And when he was ready to show you, to recite to you … He couldn’t.

You looked at him with those eyes of yours and his processor stopped working.

He walked away and till this day he regrets saying anything.

“Optimus and I … Well, we are not really close. I don’t think he likes me very much.”

Although it was true that he kept a distance, he didn’t think you would wake this negatively. The only reason why he doesn’t speak much to you is because his mind goes completely blank whenever he is near you. Because your eyes shine so brightly that he can’t help but stare at them. He is quiet because nothing he could say could compare to listening to your voice. Optimus much prefers to just listen to you and see your face. Even if it's from afar.

But how can he tell you that?

How can he speak to you when he just can’t?

“Oh, it’s raining a lot,” you say as you try to cover your head. “I am sorry. You probably have better things to do than being here.”

Your car had broken down and Optimus was the first one to come to your rescue. An act you didn’t understand since you thought he disliked you … Just a little.

It would have been better to wait inside your car but seeing that it was letting out smoke and you didn’t want to explode, you decided to wait outside just in case.

Optimus is quiet, as he usually is when he is near you. You don’t understand why as he is very much talkative to the rest of the group.

“You know, if you have more important things to do, you can alway leave–”

Suddenly, the rain doesn’t touch your head anymore. With one servo, Optimus covers your entire body, protecting you.

You look up at him, your mouth a bit opened.

“Are you … harmed?”

You feel your heart beat faster and suddenly, the need to look away overpower your senses. Flustered, you didn’t understand why all of a sudden your body feels warm.

“No, I am fine, thank you for asking!”

You say that too loudly and you become more embarrassed by the simple sound of your voice.

Optimus doesn’t say another word and it keeps raining. A few seconds passed and you take the courage to look at Optimus again.

And he looks at you.

Blue optics meet your eyes.

And you look away again.

“You know, maybe you can just change to your vehicle form and I can wait inside until the towing truck comes? You know, just so you don’t get caught.”

He did as you said.

And it was the first time he let someone inside his vehicle form.

It was … a beautiful experience.

Optimus wonders how you were able to trust him so easily. Your small body, surrounded by all of him. He felt your fingers touch the Autobot emblem on the steering wheel. Your soft skin was able to touch every crack, dent and small space that he thought he lacked sensibility.

Turns out he is just like a big old cat that loves to be pet.

And in completely quietness, he enjoyed the silence.

You noticed this too. And although you wanted to ask him if he could be the one to pull your car to save you money, you didn’t want to interrupt the peaceful moment.

And as days passed, Optimus began to wonder about other things.

What things did you like? Was your job of your liking? Did you have an interest in anyone?

Would you ever consider a Cybertronian as a romantic partner?

He wants to believe that the reason why that question lingers in his mind is due to mere curiosity.

That has to be it. Why else would it be?

It’s not like he wishes for your affections to be reserved just for him. It’s not like he saw you talking to a co-worker and suddenly felt the need to interrupt and take you away from him.

Because only he can look at your face and wonder what kind of gods created such delicate art? Only he can wonder why he can’t speak to you when you look at him in the optics.

Only he can have sleepless nights thinking of what it would be like to have your lips on his intake.

Not because he was delusional and thought of the possibility of having a human-cybertronian relationship.

It was mere curiosity because humans seemed to have a hyperfixation on interspecies relationships. He knew because of all the human media he had consumed, not because he wanted to relate to something, of course not. It's all pure research.

That has to be it.

“(Reader) protected the datapad with her life. We are not sure why, she probably thought it was important. But she will be fine.”

It was Optimus’s datapad.

You lay on the medical berth as Optimus rushed to your side as soon as he heard the news.

His mind is already punishing him for not being there when the Decepticons attacked you, for not arriving in time, for not doing his job to protect you.

What a worthless piece of mech he is.

Unworthy of any type of connection. He should have known. Oh, he should have known from the start. How stupid he was to believe he could ever–

“Optimus,” Ratchet interrupts his thoughts. “Does your datapad contain any classified information?”

“No,” he simply says as he looks down at your body. Delicate, hurt but still breathing. “That datapad just contained … poetry.”

At seeing his friend’s desperate optics on you, he felt as if he was interrupting an intimate moment between the two of you.

“I’ll leave you two alone.”

With that Ratchet left.

Optimus didn’t look at Ratchet leave the medical room, his optics only focused on you. He took the freedom to use one of his metal fingers to touch your hair. He found himself trembling, scared, terrified at the thought … the simple thought that maybe today you wouldn’t be here with him.

He lets out a glitch sound as his vents exhale in an exasperating way.

You slowly start to regain consciousness and you are blessed to see Optimus in front of you. Although you wish he looked happier.

“The datapad,” you say in a soft voice. “I am sorry, I am sorry, it broke while I–”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my Spark,” the name came out so naturally from his intake that he didn’t even realize he had said it. “It’s me who should apologize.”

“But you always wrote on that datapad, it was important to you and I–”

“You are important to me,” he says. “The most important individual, my dearest–”

He stops himself, he cannot longer put any burden on you. He’ll be damned if these feelings ever caused you harm again. For Primus, he prefers to die a thousand times if that means all harm from you can be exempted.

And yet, a very, rotten, selfish part of him, can’t believe that you went to such lengths to protect something you thought was precious to him. When in reality, the thing you should be protecting should be yourself.

How selfish of him to be happy at this moment. This moment when you are alive and smiling at him. Hurt but your heart is still beating. The relief cannot compare. Having you here, alive, you.

How selfish–

“Do you wish to know what was in the data pad?” Optimus asks, returning your smile. But in your mind, his smile was the most beautiful of scenes.

You simply nod.

“I know you enjoy poetry so I wanted to introduce you to some Cybertronian writings,” he says. “Do you want me to recite some pieces to you?”

You smile once again at him.

“Yes.”

Very softly, Optimus begins to speak.

A/N: i don’t know where I was going with this but oh whale 🐳 … I have so many drafts …. But I gotta update The Darkest Hour first.

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t-a-a-1 · 2 months ago

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First Kiss

Summary: Optimus kisses you for the first time.

Optimus X Reader, Short drabble

He kissed you.

And it's been a day since.

Optimus can still feel your tender lips on against his intake. His spark, still agitated.

May Primus have mercy again. He wanted to do it again and again. He wants to feel more, to see your cheeks become pink just like his metal becomes blue as his vents work insanely to calm him down.

At first, he had thought you would hate him. His self-restraint had failed. But yesterday, you had become irresistible for him to ignore. You had arrived from work, wearing a black long skirt and white long sleeve shirt. You weren’t showing much skin but your figure was captivating.

Optimus never really understood “fashion”, thinking that clothes were made to protect humans from the harsh weather conditions. But after seeing you, he understood.

Clothes were made to enhance beauty, to showcase personality and trap the minds of those who lay eyes on the wearer.

And your eyes? Beauty, beauty, beauty! All the stars in the universe hide in shame, they cannot compare to you. Especially when you decorated your face in beautiful pinks and blues. And the glasses? It made him drool just a little.

But what truly sealed your fate was the liquid you had applied on your lips. Lipgloss, as you called it, made your lips so plump, begging to be kissed, to be cared for, to be pleasured and he didn’t even know how to kiss.

And when he mass-displaced and had a closer look at your face, at the little bumps, wrinkles and imperfections, he saw none. He could only see the little things he adores. More of you to admire, to love, just for him.

He never knew how to kiss but he made sure to do it slowly. For his intake to caress your lips and his glossa to feel your tongue. The softness of it, your intoxicating lips and the gloss that he was unable to text but felt the texture of it. But he could smell it, cherry. And for that moment, he thought he could eat a bunch of those, even if it put his health at risk, only if it meant he could relive this moment whenever he wanted.

And you had pushed him away.

Optimus immediately fell to his knees, about to beg you for your forgiveness. And if needed, he was willing to give you his life if it meant to remedy his terrible mistake.

But then he realized that you didn’t push him away because you wanted to. But because you were breathless.

Your chest moving up and down, breathing heavily, pink cheeks and your lips red and tired from kissing so much.

And him? A mess, his intake red with your lipgloss.

By Primus, all he wanted was to spend eternity with you. Just like this, forever.

“If my actions have offended you, please, take my spark from my chassis and keep it. It has always belonged to you anyways.”

And what did you do?

You held his servos and kissed them tenderly.

You left after that.

And now Optimus' spark still aches for more.

Will you come to the hangar today?

He hoped so, oh, how much he prayed for so.

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t-a-a-1 · 2 months ago

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Alright … I gotta write something about this now 😭

Optimus Prime Trying His Best: “We studied your literature.We understand your biology is based on scent, mating knots, and… rut cycles.”

The human: “Please stop reading fanfiction as research, sir”

PLEASE LET THIS HAPPEN

I think Miko is to blame for this - and I am grateful

#transformers x human #optimus prime x reader

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t-a-a-1 · 2 months ago

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Optimus X Reader Drabbles that I wrote but they never made it to become full on fics ... so here they are, super short but I hope y'all enjoy them!

Drabble 1: Lipgloss

Summary: You wear lipgloss and a very curious Prime asks you about it.

He looks at you and wonders how it is possible for him to feel this way.

He is a sinner. In all senses of the word. Primus may never forgive him. He may never forgive himself.

It was during a cold night of may when you had changed the style of your hair. Putting it in a hair-tie. Wearing work-clothes from that same day. A skirt that went under your knees and a white long-sleeve button up shirt. Your makeup, a bit smudge and yet Optimus was curious.

“What is that?”

He points at your lips, his blue optics wide and full of curiosity.

“What?”

You look up from your workstation, smiling at him.

“That red paint in your intake.”

“Oh, it's lipgloss!”

You immediately search in your bag and pull out a small tube. Putting it in front of him, he gets closer to inspect it.

“Does this liquid you use contain technology that makes you more … appealing to other species?”

Tilting your head, you proceeded to ask another question.

“...What do you mean?”

“I can’t phantom another reason as to why I have the urge to interface with you,” Optimus quickly replies, now his optics entirely lay on you. “I urge you to please take it off.”

You stare at him for a few seconds and so does he. It wasn’t until he realized what he had said that he felt his faceplate get hotter and you could swear you saw some blue as well.

“My apologies, I will be taking my leave.”

And before you could say a word, he quickly transforms and drives away. Not knowing how to face you.

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Drabble 2: The Date

Summary: You go on a date and Optimus doesn’t take it well. Optimus and Reader’s love story as told and described by Ratchet.

Ratchet has taken notice of Optimus' sudden change.

A couple of days ago, he found the leader polishing his paint.

He has been going on patrol duty more often.

Talks nervously when he is around a certain someone.

Staring at that same person with longing optics.

All because of a human woman who didn’t even dare to look at him twice.

And yet all Optimus could do was to look at you, hoping that you could read his mind and see how much he suffers.

“I am going on a date.”

It's a human concept Ratchet didn’t understand and by the look of Optimus’ face, he didn’t understand it either.

“What is a date?”

“It's like spending time with a person to see if they are a potential partner.”

“Partner?”

You thought for a few seconds, thinking of a simple way to explain things.

“Like a romantic partner! In your terms, kinda like a sparkmate?”

“Oh,” his spark stops for a klik. He tries to smile but asking the following question hurts. “So this date … It's for you to know if this person is worthy of being your life-partner?”

“Yes, kind of.”

“I see,” his servo turns into a fist. His processor begged him to stop you. To declare his everlasting love for you. It pains him, your absence, your carelessness and his unrequited love for you.

Ratchet didn’t even dare to look at Optimus, knowing he would find a scene he wouldn't like. Because Optimus can handle all the pain in the universe by himself … but he can’t talk about you without his voice glitching. His love has been suppressed for so long that he has become pathetic.

Ratchet noticed this during that one time you became the subject of conversation between the Autobots. Prime had showered you with praise and compliments, getting carried away, almost whispering your name as if sacred and in his excitement, he almost cried.

“Well, I wish you luck on this date.”

“Thank you!” you say, sending him a goodbye kiss, unaware of what you have just done. “I’ll get going now, see ya!”

The only thing Ratchet could think of was about how Optimus would probably ask him to help him excavate his resting place.

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That's it! As you see the writing in this is bad so sorry about that lol.

Should I make full one-shot fics out of any of these two stories? I kinda liked writing down band Optimus in Ratchet's POV. I think I had a draft of down bad Ratchet for reader also told in Optimus' POV.

Oh well.

Until next time!

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How would you all imagine Optimus’ reaction when he realizes he is in love with you?

I think he would see it as a blessing and a curse.

He is so overjoyed with happiness to be able to fall in love and be devoted to someone. You. In Cybertron, having a sparkmate was extremely rare and he thought that he would never get to experience love. Especially with a human.

But for the All-Spark, has he gone insane?

At first, he starts to avoid you. His thoughts are going insane. They are becoming … too scandalous. It was just hand-holding, then touches, then he began to wonder how it would feel to touch your lips with his own intake.

You always gave him books to read, some of them about romance and the concept of kissing would always come up. He didn’t know what it was until he looked it up online and saw pictures of it.

Now he couldn’t get the picture out of his mind.

He craves to do something so intimate. With you only.

He asks you about it and the conversation suddenly turns into a story-time about your first kiss.

Optimus was unknown to envy … until today.

How he despised the being who took your first kiss. And whoever had been blessed enough to caress your lips.

After that day, Optimus was … more distant.

He thought that if stopped communicating with you so often, then maybe his feelings would subside.

What a terrible mistake. They only grew stronger. More fierce, more … wild. He wants you to love him. Truly.

He wants to see you everyday. To recite you all the poetry he has written for you under the moonlight. For the nights together to turn into passionate ones. Where there are only touches, caresses and kisses. And in the craziest of his fantasies, his more dark and wild ones … he wants to spank bond with you. To become one. To drown in each other’s body and pleasure. And out of that bond, a sparkling is born.

Oh, how would he defy the gods to only make his wishes true. How he would very much give up on his dignity and become completely yours if only you ask him.

He wants you to release him from his torment, from whatever spell you had put him in.

You notice his distance and confront him about it.

And the more you talk, the more he wants to kiss you. To feel you.

And he was about to steal it from you. To take what he desired, to satisfy his most vile of needs.

But before Optimus could do that, he stops and looks at your eyes. It was evident that you were surprised.

He could live without your love, but he cannot live with your hate.

Optimus apologizes, regret immediately takes over him. You must hate him already, for such a bold attempt.

He had become a pathetic mess, reverting to when he was once Orion Pax. He stumbled with his words, avoided eye contact and his inability to pronounce the right words, your eyes on him, made him tear up a little.

What was the point of living if you hated him? How can he continue if after this nothing will ever be the same.

Yes, it won’t be the same.

Because you jumped into his arms and kissed him so gently, with so much love that the great Optimus Prime, for a moment, had stopped being a Prime and finally, became free.

A/N: I just realized I haven’t made these two kiss on any of my fics? The Darkest Hour will have a kiss in the next chapter … Oops! Spoilers!!!

#optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #optimus x oc #optimus prime #orion pax x reader #transformers fanfiction #transformers optimus #transformers #orion pax #optimus x you #optimus x human #optimus x yn #optimus x y/n #optimus prime x y/n #optimus prime x oc #optimus prime x you #optimus prime x human #tfp optimus prime #transformers x reader

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t-a-a-1 · 3 months ago

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Counting Stars

Ch. 5: Skylight

TFP Optimus x Female Reader

Summary: After a dangerous mission where you almost die, Optimus breaks up with you without knowing you are carrying his sparkling. It's not until seven months later that the universe allows you both to meet once again.

A/N: Lots of yearning, jealousy, delusions, craving, fluff. All that good stuff.

Ch.5 Skylight

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He hasn’t felt a single thing since you disappeared.

He didn’t even know if he was allowed to feel something. He had a team that depended on his good judgement and sanity to keep things in order.

But right now, could he be allowed one moment of weakness?

Maybe this is something he should discuss with you. He wants to hear your opinion on this and he wants to see his sparkling, see how they are doing.

But where are you?

Where is his sparkling?

He wants to see you both. He needs to. If he doesn’t then this aching in his spark won’t ever stop.

He wants to hold you, to know that you are safe. That his sparkling is still strong and growing inside of you. That it will soon come to this world and greet him.

Where are you? Where is the sparkling?

Where?

WARNING: PROCESSOR UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND LOSS. UNABLE TO KEEP ONLINE. LOCATE SPARKMATE IMMEDIATELY. SURVIVAL CODES ACTIVATED.

From a distance, he can see you. Carrying his sparkling in your arms and singing lullabies to him. A field of sunflowers surrenders you. You and his sparkling bask in the light coming from the sky. That’s exactly what the two of you were to him. The light that brightens his darkest hour.

“Optimus.”

Ratchet looks at the berth where the Prime rested. Unconscious and immobilized. His body had given up and after the groundbridge explosion and unable to locate you, he had gone into shock.

“How is he doing?”

“Stable but in a deep sleep.”

Arcee approached the doctor. Concern in her faceplate to watch the leader in such a state. Everyone had been able to get out of the bridge safely, the ground bridge explosion had sent them to their wished destination. But you were the only one affected. Ratchet had mentioned that due to you being an organic and the sparkling having Cybertronian features, the groundbridge wasn’t able to locate you properly, sending you somewhere else. Or maybe …

No, she couldn’t think like that.

If you are gone, everything is gone. Inside you was Cybertron’s first sparkling in eons, you had become a symbol of hope for everyone. Even the Decepticons, in their own twisted ways. For Optimus? He simply couldn’t live without you.

“What are we going to do?”

Arcee asks the medic to which he only turns to look at her.

“What do you want to do?”

Ratchet’s doesn’t sound hopeless but assertive. He is waiting patiently and that’s when Arcee understood what he was trying to imply.

“I can’t–”

“Bumblebee is too young, Bulkhead can’t think quickly and I am certainly no leader,” Ratchet says as he looks at the Prime on his medic belt. His vital signs are steady but the signals in his processor were showing distress as if he was having a nightmare. “You need to step up … for all of us. Especially if there’s a chance they are still alive.”

“Is there?”

“... Cybertronians emit unique frequencies. They are our version of human fingerprints,” Ratchet started working on his computer, pulling files after files. Data that Arcee didn’t even bother to try and understand. “I was able to make a registry of Optimus and (Reader)’s sparkling and tried locating them using Earth’s satellite and found nothing.”

“Does that mean … they–”

“No,” Ratchet says and Arcee’s faceplate immediately relaxes.

“I input the frequency into our database system and made a universal search. I couldn’t find anything. A sparkling’s spark wouldn’t disappear into nothingness, it's pure energy. It cannot be destroyed. It would return to the Well of All Sparks and even so, I would have been able to track it.”

“Meaning?” Arcee wished that Ratchet didn’t gave out so many explanations but even she knew she had to listen to all of it before deciding what the next step would be.

“Meaning that (Reader) and the sparkling are alive but are not in this universe. The groundbridge explosion must have sent them into another dimension.”

Then, Arcee’s processor started to make connections.

“Then, if we input the sparkling’s frequencies into the ground bridge …could it take us to where they are?”

“Possibly but we are going to need a vast source of energy to repair the groundbridge and the quantum physics to travel across dimensions will take some time to decipher.”

“Leave the energy gathering to us,” Arcee quickly says. The idea of dimensional travel doesn’t sound so crazy after what happened with Dreadwing. “Start the preparations. Do you need anything else?”

“Bring Rafael on the way, I’ll need an extra pair of .. hands.”

“You go it,” before she left, Arcee takes another look at their Leader. Who, against all odds, always keeps pushing forward. Because he was hope reincarnated and all she could do was to follow those steps. “Let us know if there are any improvements on Optimus' status.”

“I will,” Ratchet looks at Optimus, his old friend, so vulnerable and yet, he doesn’t give up. “But don’t expect much.”

“This is a daisy … and this is a sunflower … this a rose.”

You didn’t expect to be spending so much time with Jetfire.

“And this one?”

“Oh, that’s a mushroom, that's a totally different species.”

Yet, here you are.

You would have never figured out that Nemesis Prime had a private garden of his own. Around the size of a football field and with an open ceiling, it was your favorite place to be. You could forget for a moment your situation.

It's not like Prime had you captive, he allowed you to go anywhere … as long as Jetfire went with you. He had become sort of a bodyguard to you.

“I can’t believe it,” Jetfire was in disbelief, his optics widened as a sudden realization hit him. “You, the plants, the animals … your kind cannot live without one or the other … your entire ecosystem … all of it is just one big creature. Everything is connected.”

“Doesn’t Cybertron have an ecosystem?” you ask as you sat in the grass, you gathered a couple of flowers to make flower crowns.

“Cybertronians are … and invasive species. We can live at any place as long as there is energon we can mine,” Jetfire looks at you with curiosity. Wondering why you would take the life of such beautiful flowers. “Unlike your species who can only live on Earth, we don’t depend on one and other to survive.”

“Is that why … Maybe Cybertronians have such a hard time creating meaningful connections?” you ask, thinking about how even their way of speaking is formal to one and the other. “Never asking for help, living for millions of years, not having the necessity to reproduce either to continue the species … kinda solitary, right?”

“Correct,” Jetfire’s voice is sad as much as it is gentle. “And between Cybertronians, the creation of another Cybertronian is not an easy task either.”

“And yet, it was so easy for you,” he looks at you with so much wonder and excitement. You never thought how easy it was for humans to reproduce and create new life. To Cybertronians the creation of life was a complete miracle. To you? An everyday thing. “How does it feel?”

“Well … It's actually kicking right now … do you want to feel them?”

Jetfire reaches a servo towards you. You can see that he is scared by the way he is slow and his servo trembles. Wanting to make him feel comfortable, you put a hand on his servo and guide him towards your belly.

He puts the servo on your belly and waits. When suddenly he feels something move underneath him.

He quickly moves his servo and moves a few inches away from you.

“Sorry, did it scare you?”

“A little … I understand now why Nemesis wants you guarded all the time. You are too valuable. If the wrong individuals were to find out, they will try to capture and keep you and the sparkling for their own benefit.”

This sparks your curiosity and from making your flower-crown, you look at Jetfire.

“Wait, wrong individuals? I thought the war was over.”

“My apologies, I have spoken too much.”

“No, you—”

Out of nowhere, Jetfire receives a call from his comm-link and quickly answers. You wished you could hear what he has been told but by the look on Jetfire's face, it must be a call from Nemesis Prime.

“Understood,”Jetfire finishes the call and looks back at you. “Prime wishes to see you. He has requested that you shower and use luxurious fabrics to decorate your body.”

“He wants me to get dressed? Do you know why?”

“Not certain,” he says. “But do not worry, I don’t think Nemesis would want to procreate with you while you are still with sparkling. Although I am sure he is making his preparations for after you give ... birth.”

“He wants another sparkling?” You didn’t want to show your real emotions. You tried to act as calmly as possible but the thought that you might have to bed Nemesis scared you. He was Optimus but it wasn’t your Optimus.

“Well yes, everyone wants you to have as many sparklings as possible,” From curious, Jetfire’s voice now sounded optimistic. “We haven’t seen a sparkling in millenia, so everyone is excited. It has lifted our morale.”

“Oh so that’s what you want me to do? Breed me like a cow until I am no longer of use?”

“What is a cow?”

You sigh heavily.

…

It’s been a long while since you took the time to dress up. It was hard and you had many questions. Where did Nemesis get all of this fabrics from? And did he expect you to just wrap them around your body? From what you knew, fabrics in Cybertron were rare. Only those in the high class could afford buying fabrics and only wore them around certain parts of their bodies.

So you tried your best to wear the fabric around your body, the white silk wrapped across your curves and you feel like a Roman. But thankful for wearing something clean. You feel your sparkling move inside you, probably sharing your happiness.

“Excited to eat Energon, little one?” you ask your sparkling as you rub your belly. “I just hope I get to eat some human food. I don’t think I can live off Energon.”

Now you sit at a large table.

Waiting for Nemesis to show up. Trembling hands and feeling cold. You didn’t know what to expect.

You couldn’t believe that there exists a version of Optimus that lost the Matrix of Leadership by merit. That he didn’t care about this planet and its inhabitants. To the point that it can no longer host humans?

What kind of evil monster … is Nemesis Prime?

And what kind of thing was able to break the unbreakable Optimus Prime?

The doors of the main room open only to reveal the one you were thinking of.

Standing tall and carrying a silver tray. He walks towards you. You didn’t break eye contact, feeling that he will attack you the moment you take your eyes away from him. Noticing your discomfort, Nemesis began to walk slower.

He makes sure to be close enough to you and delicately puts the silver tray in front of you.

Nemesis didn’t mass-shift, still standing at, around 32 feet tall. Yet his movements were all measured. As to not scare or harm you. He takes a few steps back, giving you space to finally guarantee you some sense of safety so you could take a look at the tray before you.

It was kinda like a charcuterie board. With many fruits and vegetables. Edible plants and breads. A tray that was too big for you and definitely something that you will never be able to finish eating even if you had three extra lives.

Your mouth waters and a part of you wanted to jump and start eating to your heart’s content.

“I made it myself.”

He finally spoke to you.

And the shock was so great that you stopped your actions and immediately looked back at him.

“My apologies, I shouldn’t have spoken.”

Nemesis looks down, his optics showed something but what you only thought would be embarrassment.

“I am thankful that you have finally decided to speak to me,” you say, trying to be gentle with your words. Although it wasn’t your Optimus, you had missed his voice. “Could you please … get closer to me?”

You couldn’t be scared forever and you knew that if you wanted to make any progress, you needed him to get on his good side. That was the only way you could get back to your dimension.

Nemesis does as he is told and slowly gets closer to you. You can tell that he is nervous by the way his optics try to look at you but suddenly looks away.

But this time he is more courageous and dares to look at you longer. He analyzes your body and in his collected data, he identifies a peculiar sound. Two heart beats. One belonging to you and the other sounding similar to a spark.

It was constant, gentle, kind. His sparkling was alive. You were alive.

Nemesis lets out a heavy ex-vent, his voice glitched as he released his breath of pure relief.

“I had prayed and dreamt of this moment. Are you certain that this is not an illusion? A dream perhaps?”

“I am very much real.”

“You have to be,” he says. “Otherwise I’ll kill whoever dares to wake me up.”

“You are very different from my Optimus,” you thought how the word ‘kill’ would never come out of intake. “He wouldn't dare to say something like that.”

“You don’t belong to him anymore. The past shall not repeat itself by endorsing foolish ideologies of the past.”

“I never thought your ideologies were foolish,” you say, not breaking eye contact. “I loved that about you.”

“Loved?” His voice glitched and for a moment you saw him again. Deep down on his yellow optics, he was there.

“My Optimus and I are not on the best of terms. He had broken up with me and then a lot of things happened. MECH was looking for me so I decided to stay with the rest of the Autobots until the baby is born. I’ll be relocated to a new place when the sparkling is here.”

“It … hasn’t happened yet.”

“I am sorry?”

“My apologies, I am just talking to myself,” Nemesis breaks eye contact and then points at your silver platter. “Please enjoy your meal. I wish for our sparkling to grow strong.”

Feeling like the atmosphere was calmer, you decided to switch the topic to a more intimate one.

“Jetfire mentioned that you would like to have more sparklings,” you didn’t know how long you’ll be here so you had to ensure your safety. But you had to be smart about it.

“Yes, when the time is right.”

“I don’t want to,” you simply say. “I don’t want to be here just for that.”

“I shall never do something you do not wish,” there was desperation in his voice. Something that looks odd coming from such an intimidated mech. “If you so wish, I’ll even swear to never speak another word to you. Your wishes are my sole reason for existence.”

“Just please, allow me to be the one to full-fill every single of your needs and wants. That shall be enough for me. Allow me to be yours and please be mine.”

You have to be a fool to fall for words like that.

And oh,how stupid you are.

You take a moment to look at him. His blue and red paint had rusted away. Only leaving black and grey colors. He had stopped caring for his appearance and you can tell by the amount of dent and scratches on his body. His broken windows and his battlemask that he wasn’t taken off.

You wonder if it's uncomfortable for him and you also want to see him. All of him.

“Can I see your faceplate?”

And then … An explosion.

Debris everywhere. Nemesis used his entire body to protect you from the falling ceiling and yet you were still dizzy. Disoriented. The magnitude of the bomb was that enough to hurt any Cybertronian.

Nemesis falls to the ground, his injuries were too big for him to withstand.

You couldn’t do anything when a figure came down and grabbed you by the waist. Taking you away as Nemesis stretched out an arm towards you, his pleading optics begged for you to be returned to him. Only for his injuries to get the best of him and make him succumb to his pain.

You closed your eyes, your body unable to stay awake.

You wake up only to find humans looking down on you.

For a moment you were thankful. Seeing humans meant that you were back home, right? Maybe everything was just a bad dream.

“Sebastian, run analysis.”

A human male quickly gets close to you. His human eyes suddenly turned blue. Similar to that of a Cybertronian. This took you off guard, and immediately you backed away.

Seeing your reaction, a female human grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. She looks at you tenderly.

“It’s alright, you are safe now,” she says. “Sebastian just wants to make sure you or your sparklings don’t have any injuries.”

Her gentle voice calms you down, but unconsciously places a hand on your belly. Sebastian, learning from his previous mistake, kept a more comfortable distance. His blue eyes let out a scan light, your body basked on it. It did you no harm.

“The sparkling is healthy but she is malnourished. Pure organics can’t live off Energon. I recommend giving her a proper meal.”

“Maya, could you prepare her something?”

Another male asks. He stands in front of you and everyone looks around him.

“Copy that, boss,” Maya stands up before giving you a smile.

The male, who seemed to be the leader of the group, stands up as well.

“Alright, let’s get back to work,” he says. “I’ll take it from here.”

The base was hidden in a cave, on top of a mountain where a waterfall covered the entrance.

There was as much metal as there was organic materials. With walls made with nails and steel, and flowers where bees were free to feed from.

But what surprised you the most, was them.

These humans were not completely human.

“You weren’t the only one who had a relationship with a Cybertronian.”

You had yet to ask his name but from what you could tell, everyone respected him. He is the captain of whatever movement this was.

“After Nemesis Prime called the rest of Cybertronians to come to Earth to conquer it, many formed sentimental relationships with other humans.”

The two of you passed by a station, Sebastian was ‘repairing’ the hand of another human. His entire hand, made of circuits, bols and metal but the rest of his body was made out of bone and flesh.

“That’s Sebastian, designation, Bluewind,” the boss waves to the two and they return the gesture. “He is our medic, his mother was one of the few Cybetronian nurses. His father was a pilot.”

“The other guy sitting down is Malik, designation, MoonBlazer,”

You noticed how Malik turned his hand into a modern, alien-like gun.

“Our weapon expert. His mother was a farmer and his father a Cybertronian smith.”

You had many questions. But you waited for the leader to finish talking, to first explain his position.

He shows you another section. A woman with scientific tools and strange liquids in her section. Her table was filled with books and notebooks, written in a language you couldn’t read. Plants all around her and even some insects.

“This is Shadi, designation RoseStorm, our scientist,” the leader points at a green liquid on her desk. “She’s trying to create some type of synthetic-energon. We don’t really need it since we can also eat organic food but it will create a great negotiation with the other side if she does pull it off.”

“Why are you showing me all of this?” You finally dare to ask, no longer having the patient even though you enjoyed the introductions.

“Because we are The Resistance and you are a very valuable asset to our cause,” he says. “We have a few Cybertronians on our side, one of them being JetFire.”

Jetfire’s name made you remember the time spent with him. He had always been kind to you and there was always a curious aura around him. He treated you delicately and the way he discussed nature made you wonder what kind of bot was Jetfire before the war. You can see him as a scientist, always curious, always wanting to learn more.

“He had been loyal to Nemesis all this time until he met you,” the leader's voice is strong and somehow still gentle. Although it didn’t sound mature, you didn’t expect it to be, after all, he looked to be young. “He contacted us and told us about your situation. Groundbringe explosion, interdimensional time-travel, you carrying the sparkling of Nemesis Prime–”

“Optimus Prime is the father of my child,” you immediately cut him off. “Not Nemesis.”

“Well, Nemesis is what he is now, and he destroyed this world, to the point that it's no longer habitable for humans.”

There was a sharp pain in your heart. He reminded you of the harsh truth and yet you didn’t want to accept it. You couldn’t believe nor wanted to. Your Optimus, had become that which he hated. And yet, on Nemesis yellow optics, you can see a faint light of who he used to be.

“But you guys are here.”

“We are not completely human,” the leader looks around and so you do. Noticing how everyone used their transforming abilities to accomplish their jobs. “We are hybrids. We age slowly like Cybertronians do. Some can transform certain parts of their bodies. Some more than others. And others like me …”

He makes a pause and puts a hand on his chest.

“We can’t transform at all,” he says. “Nemesis Prime took my transformation cog the day I was born.”

You will never fully know that feeling. There was a time when Bumblebee was unable to transform for a couple of days. He described it as feeling empty. Like a void. Like you know you are born to do something. One simple thing. But you can’t. Its like having a constant craving to draw but you are unable to pick up a pencil.

“We’ve been attacking from the shadows, gathering our strength but eventually, we’ll show ourselves to the rest of the world.”

And now, Jetfire’s words made sense. The war wasn’t over but it had just started it.

“Now that you are here, it is our time to rise up.”

Unconsciously, his words ran a shiver down your spine. Strong enough that you were sure your sparkling felt it.

“What are you planning?”

“Nemesis’ dismantlement and governmental surrounder. Right now, I am sure he has his entire Army looking for you. This is the perfect moment to strike. If we take Icon City, we can sneak into the Hall of Records.”

“And that’s important because…?”

“Because there we can find the location of the AllSpark,” he simply says as he walks towards another station. You follow closely, wanting to hear more about his plan. “And if we find where Nemesis is hiding it, we’ll have all of New Cybertron at our disposal.”

“And after that, we’ll help you get back to your dimension,” he reaches a desk where he picks up a cowboy hat. Now that you take a closer look at him, he doesn’t have a fashion sense at all. None of them do. It’s not like you could blame them, they don’t have any idea of how humans used to dress.

“You don’t hold any responsibility for Nemesis actions nor does your sparkling.”

You stay quiet and look around you one more time. Everything looks so alien to you. It feels off, you know you don’t belong here but you are afraid of how long you have to stay. Your mind drifts to your friends. Are they worried? Is Optimus going crazy? How will you even get back?

“My father used to tell me stories of how great Optimus Prime used to be,” his voice breaks your thoughts, it was comforting. “So I am glad that in another dimension, he has his happy ending with you.”

You are curious about him. Wondering about the story of the cogless boy that became leader of the resistance.

“Who was your father, if I can ask?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am the son of Megatron, Leader of the Resistance,” he says as he puts on the cowboy hat.

“My human name is Sam, designation, Skylight.”

Answering Questions you all may have:

Why do the Cybertronians stay on Earth if they have the AllSpark?

Earth has the biggest source of Energon in the galaxy, however, Nemesis knows it won’t last forever, they have to expand eventually. The AllSpark, is what creates new Cybertronian Life. But in this fanfic canon, the AllSpark can also take lives. Nemesis plans to build a weapon of destruction by using the AllSpark in which he would be able to destroy organic lives in an instant without suffering. But this idea is still in the works.

Cybertron can never be habitable again due that the Matrix of Leadership is gone and is needed for the production of Energon.

How come Megatron is Sam’s father if in Nemesis’ letter, he admitted to killing Megatron?

While Optimus was going on a rampage, Ratchet was able to resuscitate Megatron. (Since the letter to himself was written from his point of view, this wasn’t mentioned) Ratchet tells Megatron to leave and disappear. But as he was to leave the MECH building, he heard the sad chirping of a sparkling. Left in an ammunition box (Probably left behind by a human nurse who felt pity for the baby and wanted to save him from dissection.) And when Megatron picked up the baby, he noticed his transformation cog had been missing.

Meg thought he had given Optimus the sparkling’s spark chamber but turns out, he actually gave him his transformation cog! He was the first human-cybertronian sparkling so his anatomy was completely different. This one didn’t have a spark but a heart.

Megs thought of returning the sparkling to Optimus but seeing that Optimus was drowning in madness and grief, he didn’t want the sparkling growing up nor seeing his father like that. So he took him under his wing. (I should written a chapter about this with Meg’s POV but its too late for that now lol)

This is why Sam sees Megatron as his father figure … Megs disappearance is surrounded in mystery.

And yes, Sam is Optimus and Reader’s sparkling.

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… If any of y'all have any more questions, let me know! Honestly, and I mean this seriously, DO NOT expect any kind of well-thought writing in this fic. This was supposed to be a one-shot fanfiction that got turned into a multi-chapter fic due to popular demand. And this is the fic I least worry about. I think it has good ideas and has the potential for more but I definitely don’t have the patience nor time.

So, this story will conclude in the next chapter … at MAX, in two.

Now, I have two possible endings for this fic and I want you guys to help me out on deciding which ending I should go for.

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ ONLY IF YOU WANT TO HELP ME OUT TO FIGURE OUT THE ENDING!!!!!

Ending 1: Nemesis realizes his wrong doings and makes the ultimate sacrifice. He is given the ultimatum. Save the world or let his son (Sam) die. Nemesis chooses to save the world and Sam dies, proving once again that he is worthy of the Matrix of Leadership. He accepts the burden and he will atone his sins by continuing living by doing what’s good until the day of his days.

Optimus and Reader return to their dimension and they live happily ever after.

Ending 2: Sam makes a sacrifice and he is given the Matrix of leadership. Along with Optimus, he defeats Nemesis. But they let him live. After learning that Sam is his son and that Nemesis almost kills him, Nemesis sacrifices himself to save the world. Ending the story. Finally fulfilling your dying wish … to protect your sparkling.

Optimus and Reader return to their dimension and they love happily ever after.

Which one do you all prefer or anyone got better ideas?

END OF SPOILERS!!!

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Lastly, I feel like I have strained too far away from the original concept of the story and there’s no going back. I may never finish this and if there isn't much interest, then I’ll abandon this story hehe, back to writing my one true love, The Darkest Hour~~~

Ok that’s it byeeeee

Ps. sorry for the bad grammar, spelling and structure and everything :)

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tbh this my first time to ask writer about it but I will do it It's stuck in my head and Idk which writer I should ask so u r lucky...js imagine the reader sitting in her place peacefully and the others with their things and BOOM! op the last knight enter from the ground bridge but nobody knows that the reader his wife in his universe. This is a clear reason why he protects her and looks at her from time to time and he asks about her .sitting next to her ask her about her fav things and tell them the reason in the end!!!! I'm sure he looks like a real gentleman and I'm not sorry for mega if op saw the reader in megs hand HAHA! and fear in his opticss you shouldnt do that in the beginning mega optimus' relationship is strong and full of details about her btw((english not my first language))

Waiting For Rain

Summary: Optimus from TLK comes to the TFP universe by accident and tries to get Prime Optimus to confess his feelings for you.

Chapters: 1 out of 2

TW: Idk Optimus down bad, obsessed with you, jealousy, all that good stuff. Angst, Fluff, will have a happy ending.

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Ch.1

Becoming friends with the Autobots came with many surprises. You were used to unexpected events.

But having an Optimus from another dimension suddenly come out of the ground-bridge was not in your to-do-list today.

He was different.

He still had that presence of elegance and strength. But unlike your Optimus that radiated kindness, this Optimus appeared to be … more hostile.

The first thing you noticed was his body frame. The metal parts of his body shaped in a way you hadn't seen before. He looked almost medieval and the sword he carried only enhanced his knightly look.

Everyone looked at him. Intakes wide open and the silence filled the room. But that silence was broken when Ratchen dropped his data-pad.

“It seems the ground bridge explosion sent me … here.”

His voice sounded older, wiser, more … tired.

“Optimus, what– who are you?”

Bulkhead was the only one brave enough to get closer to him, expecting him.

“Did you call me, Bulkhead?”

Your Optimus finally comes into the hangar. Everyone looks at him then back to the other Optimus. Their optics meet and you are unsure of what to do.

Although you were on the elevated floor of the hangar, the sofa covered most of your body. Wanting to see how things would unfold, you stand up.

The elevated-floor was closer to the Knight Prime than to yours. He noticed your presence and only then did the Optimus’ break their stares.

The new Optimus looks at you and his optics softened. He walked towards you as if he didn’t care about the other bots around him. You didn’t move as he raised a servo, wanting to touch you.

But that never happened as your Optimus pushed him away. Abruptly and aggressively. He looked fierceless and ready to attack the impostor even when he was meters taller than him.

“Who are you? State your designation and intentions,” your Optimus stands in front of you as he looks down at the other version of himself. The others just watched everything unfold in front of them.

“My name is Optimus Prime and I … come from another dimension.”

Things were cleared out. The new Optimus explained that he was caught in the middle of a ground-bridge explosion and probably sent here by accident. Ratchet agreed to help him get back to his dimension. Meanwhile, he will stay here with the rest of the Autobots.

Having to call two Optimus, Optimus, would be confusing. So you decided to call your Optimus, Prime (as you always have) and the new Optimus, Knight Optimus.

“I am content to know that your existence is still a vital part of my life, of course, I wouldn’t expect to be otherwise.”

Knight Optimus, was as expected, also eloquent with words. But his words left different. More … intense.

“Really? Then I can imagine the other me must be a very interesting person,” you say as you walk with him through the corridors. Out of everyone, it seems he enjoys your company the most. Especially when he was so open to letting you sit on his shoulder. As if it was an everyday thing. You assumed that these kinds of activities were common between him and you from his dimension.

“She is but I am afraid she might be worried right now.”

“Well, whenever Prime is out for a mission and I get worried, he always comes back,” you say. “So I am sure that me from another dimension knows that you’ll go back to her soon.”

“Yes … I think that’s something you would think.”

“I hope I am not interrupting,” “It is late, Bumblebee will escort (Y/N) to her home. Meanwhile, I’ll show you your hab suit.”

“I see,”

Optimus puts you on the floor.

Prime could only think about how he was stuck with himself. He already disliked him, he had to watch over him when the only thing he wanted was to be the one to take you home instead of Bumblebee. It was his job, his duty and this version of himself was unabling to do. The few quality times he had with you, he had to spend it with him.

“Good night, Knight Optimus.”

Knight Optimus bends on one knee and gently touches your hair.

“Good Knight, (y/n) I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. He is a handsome mech, that much you can tell. His frame, the way he stands, his presence. You didn’t want to say much so as to not make yourself look like a high school girl. Dumb and stupid.

Prime looks at your acts and immediately feels something stuck in his spark. As if he wanted to throw up all the energon in his body.

“Good night, Prime”

You speak to him and suddenly, he has no words. His processor begged him to say something. To tell you how much he will miss you during the night, about how he will look at the moon and think of you. Just you.

Prime simply nods.

That's the only thing he could muster to do. Pathetic.

They see you walk away. Their optics glued to you but Prime had more yearning in his eyes compared to his equal.

And he noticed this.

“May I inquire, why is it that (Reader) sleeps in a different area than you?”

“She has a home to go to.”

Prime starts to walk, hoping that Knight Optimus would follow him. He does but his steps are cautious just as curious.

“... Away from you?” Knight Optimus asks. “I did not detect any sparkling-waves inside of her, do you not bed her enough?”

Prime suddenly stops walking, he turns to look at Knight Optimus.

“... I beg your pardon?”

“Well, it is strange to not spark your Conjux. My (Reader) and I have four sparklings and expect another soon.”

He could hear his venting fans accelerate, his processor not being able to understand the information. Whether because he was too excited to know that there is a version of him that you loved or because he couldn’t believe that the two of you were compatible enough to create life.

“...Excuse me?” Prime asks, the only thing he could muster to say.

“Do not tell me … You haven’t spark-bonded yet?”

Suddenly, he goes quiet. Knight Optimus studies his face and the confused look on his face lets him know everything he needs. After all, he used to have the same look once before.

“... She doesn’t know of your undying feelings for her, does she?”

“My relationship with (Reader) is strictly platonic,” Prime lies, hoping that he is not too bad at doing so. “Nothing of the likes of yours.”

“Deception? I thought we were unfamiliar to the concept but it seems I was wrong,”

“It’s not a lie.”

“It is,” Knight Optimus looks at his servo, missing the feeling of his (Reader) on it. “Because I know there’s no version of me that does not love her.”

He closes his servo, wishing he could be back with her now. Ever since gifting him with sparklings, this is probably the longest the two of you have been apart.

“I am sure you can’t even look at the Moon without thinking of her.”

“You must be mad.”

“Are you not?”

There is no way of denying it. Honestly, it doesn’t surprise him that another version of him loves you. He was right, he knew it. That there couldn’t exist a version of him that didn’t love you. His soul was bound to you in this universe and each one of them. For now, he was content to know that another version of you loved him.

But also, kinda jealous.

Because Knight Optimus was allowed to love you. To show you his affection.

He wasn’t as lucky.

“If you are a fraction of what I am, you must be, to an extent, mad,” Knight Optimus was trying to come up with comforting words but failing to do so. “But I was able to express my feelings and it made all the difference.”

But if comfort doesn’t work, maybe something else would.

“In my case, it drove me insane the thought of not being with her,” he says. “Can you imagine her taking refuge in another man's arms? Carrying someone else’s sparkling?”

He didn’t want to think about it. Because he knew he would go mad the moment he does.

“If that’s what she wishes, so be it,” Prime, once again feels that pain in his spark. On his entire frame. “It doesn’t concern me.”

The only thing that Knight Prime could think of, was that this version of himself had yet too much to understand.

“...Very well then, if that’s what you say. I won’t mention another word.”

Ratchet and Raphael were busy trying to decipher the mathematics for dimensional travel.

Which Prime couldn’t be more anxious for them to finish.

To say that Knight Optimus had completely taken your attention is an understatement. He was completely all over you and you didn’t seem to mind one bit.

He asked too many questions. Out of curiosity mostly. Where did you work, your favorite food, color, place, hobby. And you were happy to answer all of his questions.

“Would you Conjux a Cybertronian?”

This is something he was interested in. Prime immediately concentrated his audial towards the conversation.

“I don’t even think Cybertronians find humans to be attractive?” you say. “Besides, I don’t think I am good enough to be any Cybertronian’s partner. You guys are just so cool!”

Although you had meant this in a flattering way, Knight Optimus took this personally. He kneeled down and wished he could mass-shift but that act was too intimate and he would only do that if were to be alone with you.

“It is I, who’s not deserving–”

“Oi! What’s up with that hot Prime?”

Alex shows up at the hangar as he usually does. His eyes solely focused on Knight Prime. He whistles at him, at his mechanical beauty. He looks at him the same way when he looks at a pretty car.

Knight Optimus wasn’t a big fan of this first interaction and decided to walk away to talk to Prime.

You took this as your cue to talk to Alex and explain to him the situation.

Prime continues to work on his computer but using his peripheral vision, he noticed Knight Optimus. He didn’t want to interact with him but he thought that it was better than to watch him talk to you.

Meanwhile, Knight Optimus saw in Prime, a younger, less experienced version of himself. Still with hope and dreams. Craving, wanting. Wishing that things can finish the way he wanted them to if only he is good enough.

He had once been like that too. But after many losses, he understood that if you want something, you have to take it. Claim it.

But then he heard you laugh and all of his attention was driven towards you. This Alex seems to be fond of you and you are so. He gets close to you, more than he would like.

“I am aware that I mentioned that I won’t speak of the matter again,” Knight Optimus says to Prime. “But I cannot believe you won’t do anything about this.”

Knight Optimus looks back at you and Alex and Prime follows his vision. He watches the interaction for a few seconds, only for Prime to go back to work on his computer.

“That male human will take her from you the moment you look away,” he tries for his voice to not be too loud but Prime’s lack of interest was bothering him greatly. “Does your spark not burn with envy?”

“I do not have such a feeling,” he simply says. He can’t tell the truth. That his sparks begs to come out of his chamber whenever he approaches you and shows some romantic interest.

Knight Optimus sees Alex get closer to you, he could sense that he wanted to invade your personal space. Tempted to touch you.

“I would have broken his arm off if he dared to touch my (Reader) without her permission,” Knight Prime would have already taken you away from the male if only he wasn’t too busy trying to make Prime act on his true feelings. “Even now, I am tempted to do so.”

“I do not harm humans.”

“I am sure you have thought about it,” although Prime was pretending to be busy by typing on his massive computer, he was hearing everything Knight Prime had to say. “Just look at him. Making her laugh … Who does he think he is?”

He doesn’t want to look. Because he will start to analyze every single aspect of your interaction with Agent Alex. The way you put a string of hair behind your ear, smiling and avoiding eye contact. Your blinking patterns, your breathing, your pulse–

“Have you always been this possesive?” Prime asks, feeling like a hypocrite.

“Only when I feel a threat,” Knight Optimus says. “And he is one.”

Knight Optimus didn’t hesitate to look. And although he paid attention to you, he also paid attention to male next to you. And how he reaches out to you and caresses your hair.

“Definitely one.”

He was about to walk towards the two of you but he felt another servo on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Do not do something foolish.”

“Pardon, but I cannot and will not stand another version of my wife be … flattered by anyone,” Knight Prime pushes Prime’s servo away, looking at him with disgust. “If you won’t give her the rightful place she deserves in your spark then I’ll do it myself.”

But before Knight Optimus could do something about the situation, Optimus’ computer starts to beep. Loudly.

It was no other than Megatron.

A/N: Hello anon! Thank you for the beautiful ask, it was so fun to write! I will complete your full request in another chapter. I hope this is somewhat, what you wanted. Can’t wait for knight optimus to go full berserk when you captured by Megatron hehe

The writing on this wasn’t my favorite but it’s fun to write regardless. Also yes, this Knight Optimus is the same from my other fic “Rain Drops” so he got this happy ending :))

For the rest of my readers … sorry I was so absent, I had to write a movie script for a film festival so that took all of my attention. Now, I’ll concentrate on writing the next chapter of counting stars and/ or The Darkest Hour.

Thank you for reading! See you soon <3

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t-a-a-1 · 3 months ago

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Please homie! I get the delicous tears that come from readers but please I just want reader and Optimus have a pure fluff warm moment (aannd maybe add a sparkling too only if you want) your writings have brought me to more tears that I can count!

Mine

Summary: Optimus kisses you.

TFA Optimus x Reader

Fluff, kissing, idk.

2.5k words

The base is silent.

Not for any particular reason. Everyone was too focused on their own duties to notice anything strange.

You specially, were trying your hardest to concentrate on work. Your computer is in front of you, yet you haven’t been able to write a single sentence. Maybe because your mind was too busy thinking about what happened yesterday.

Optimus Prime kissed you.

You could tell he didn't know what was doing. Cybertronians probably don’t kiss. But he tries his best. It was awkward and cold but you didn’t expect it to be otherwise. Not like you expected something at all.

“(Reader), have you seen Opti–”

“No!”

You turn, only to find Bumblebee at your side. Although he is the smallest of the Autobots, he is still way bigger than you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you’ve seen Optimus,” Bumblebee says. “I haven’t seen him all day and he was supposed to take Sari and I to –”

“Why do you smell like BossBot?”

Although you couldn’t see yourself, you know that your cheeks must be pink by now. You know by the warmth you feel in your cheeks.

“Wait … You can smell him on me?”

Instead of being embarrassed, now you have a lot of questions. The two of you had shared a simple kiss. Even took a shower afterwards. There shouldn’t be a trace of him on you.

“Yes but I shouldn’t be too unless–”

Bumblebee gets closer to you, a haughty smile plastered on his faceplate.

“Did anything happen between you and Optimus?”

You close your laptop and stand up from your seat. You laugh nervously. Trying to pick up your items, you start to drop them. Your pencils, keys, papers. A complete mess. Before you could say anything, you took a deep breath. You were overthinking things. It was probably a mistake. It had to be. Afterall, why would the Optimus Prime ever be interested in an organic?

“No, nothing happened.”

You turn around and smile at Bumblebee, your previous nervousness suddenly gone.

“My car needs an oil change, I’ll be heading out to Alex’s place. Don’t wait for me tonight.”

Optimus didn’t want to go back to base. He went for a very long patrol. To clear his processor from what he did the previous night.

He kissed you. Or at least he tried to.

It was a beautiful moment. He never imagined he would get to experience something like that, especially with you. He loved every second of it. But …

There is one thing he regrets.

And that was kissing you without asking you first for your permission.

He thought that you reciprocate his feelings. Why wouldn’t you? If you held his hand once. When you listen to him and gift him things he likes? When you laugh around him and enjoy the night rides.

But now he realizes that the things that may be reserved for romantic partners in Cybertronian culture, may be, in fact, common things in human society.

And now he is ashamed of himself. For even thinking that he could have a chance.

“It isn’t like you to get this late.”

Ratchet usually stays up to work on a few gadgets. Although Optimus has told him time and time again to re-charge properly and rest, Ratchet always seems to deny his request.

“Did something happen?”

The question came out of genuine curiosity rather than him already knowing something. Optimus approaches his work station, trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake anyone up.

The base is quiet, which Optimus expected. Yet, he can’t register your scent which was strange because you usually like to spend time on the elevated floor in the main room before going back to your quarters.

“No, why are you asking?”

Optimus asks, his optics looking around, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of you.

“You seem … distracted,” Ratchet keeps working as he looks at Optimus whos words contradict his actions.

“(Reader) has not returned yet. From what Bumblebee told me, she get with Alex to get her oil car changed.”

Ratchet is not an idiot. He has seen the growing bond between you and Optimus from afar. He knew of Optimus’ … peculiar interest in you. From that day when you held his hand without knowing the meaning of your actions. He remembers telling Optimus to not think too much about it, that humans were different when it came to touch.

And although Optimus knew that, he … started to become delusional. Kindal of. That bot was in love but it took him a long time to realize it. His feelings suppressed and now maybe, he had reached a final point.

“I don’t care,” he says. “I am going to re-charge.”

He lied.

Of course he wasn’t going to re-charge. He was going to wait for you. Why? Well, he wasn’t sure.

Was it because the guilt of kissing you without permission haunted him? Because he needs your forgiveness right this moment and won’t be able to function without it? Or because he wants answers as to why you preferred the company of another right after the intimate counter the two of you shared?

Maybe.

He hears a metal door open.

The rooftop of the base wasn’t a pretty one. It was worn out and the view wasn’t one to admire either. It couldn’t be anything less expected from Detroit. It was ugly, yet this had become a shared space. There were many times the two of you had spent here. Just under the stars, graffiti walls, a pack of cigarettes and a barrel of oil for the Prime who would only drink in your presence.

At first it wasn’t like that.

He was too stiff, saying “I can’t drink in front of a lady.”

But with time, he opened up to you.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, goodnight.”

You were about to leave but his voice stopped you.

“No, stay. Please, I need to talk to you.”

You sighed and turned around, walking with hesitation towards him. The only thing you wanted was to smoke a cig after a long day but Optimus had other plans. You wanted to pretend like nothing had occurred the night before. To just smile and simply greet him like you usually do so as to not make things awkward.

“Did something happen–”

“Why are you wearing his clothes?”

Your smile quickly drops. It surprised you that Optimus knew what Alex’s clothes looked like. However, you remember that the Autobots have a stronger sense of smell and he probably just recognized his smell. Maybe he was just curious and there wasn’t any deeper meaning behind it.

“Oh, I was helping Alex with changing my car’s oil and just my clothes got dirty.”

“... I see.”

Optimus looks away and he pretends to be focused on the scenery in front of him. There wasn’t much to look at. It was Detroit after all, there was only buildings and pollution. You knew him better than this. Optimus likes to look at the sky when he is thinking. He looks at the city when he is bothered.

“Everything alright?’ you ask as you approach him. It's easier to get closer to him when he is mass-displaced. Even when he is still standing at 7 feet tall.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t things be alright?” he asked, annoyed.

“You seemed bothered.”

“Well, I am not.”

“Alright then, I’ll go to sleep–” you turn around, ready to leave him alone until he speaks again.

“I just think it's interesting that you will go see another male after … what we shared.”

“Oh that,” you had two options. Be honest and admit that you have feelings for him. Or pretend that it didn’t bother you and you didn’t care. “I didn’t like it.”

“What?” he looks at you, indignant.

“Look, I don’t know what kind of sick game you are playing,” you make small pauses in between words to stop your voice from cracking. “But I have feelings too, you know? So don't do things you don’t mean.”

Optimus looks at you and knows from the get go that you want to say more. Maybe you want to say that you hate him. That you find his feelings for you to be disgusting and that you wish to never speak to him again.

And he deserved it. All of it.

“I–” he can’t look at you, too ashamed of himself. “You are right. I should have considered your feelings before … doing what I did and I should have asked instead of just taking it. It’s just that I didn’t know if that was right. I was trying to study human culture and their courting practices by watching movies and male always kisses the female without asking so I thought that was right and–”

When he gets nervous he speaks too much. And he finds himself speechless whenever he finds your eyes looking at him.

“I apologize,” he finalizes, defeated. Resigned. “But now that your feelings are clear, I will keep my desires to myself. I will no longer burden you.”

He turns his faceplate the other way, his heart broken and sensible. Optimus didn’t want to say anything else. But his enstril detected smells that he wasn’t fond of. Alex’s smell and yours combined disgusted him and his good mood was completely destroyed.

“You may keep indulging yourself with whatever mindless activities humans get involved with.”

On the other hand, you didn’t like the tone of his voice. Although his apologize sounded sincere, the other comment was rude and probably trying to hide something else. What exactly? You didn’t care at the moment.

“Did you just call me stupid?”

“For a journalist, you can’t read between the lines uh?”

You put your hands on your hips and try to look at his optics although he is avoidant.

“And, for someone who has lived for millions of years, you don’t even kiss well.”

“Well, maybe if I were an ugly organic like you, I would kiss better!”

He finally turns to look at you, his faceplate getting closer to yours.

“Oh yes, I am so ugly but you had your glossa down my throat!”

Unconsciously, you always began to get closer to him.

“I can’t believe my processor craves for you more than life! I have gone truly mad!”

“AND YOU ARE A– Wait, what?”

You didn’t believe your ears. And you find yourself surprised that you find his closeness so comforting.

“What did you say?”

“I won’t say it again so you can mock me,” he takes a few steps back and stops looking at you. He then emits what you can conclude as a sad beep. “I am done trying to court you.”

“...Court me?” you ask him in disbelief. “You were trying to court me?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed, I’ve tried to stay by your side every second I can,” he says. “I worry when you are not near, my optics can only look at you, I write about you every night and the moon knows your name–”

Optimus looks at you. Your head tilted, lips parted and a confused expression on your face.

“...You didn’t know?” he asks and he gets closer. “You really didn’t know?”

“Well, I noticed but I just thought, I don’t know, that I was being delusional,” you put a hand in your chest, still in disbelief and your heart beating faster. “That there was no way that the great Optimus Prime could ever like, well, me.”

“But I- I thought that–” he ex-vents and puts a servo on his faceplate. “Ugh, I am an idiot.”

“We are idiots.”

“So does that mean that you …”

He removes his servo from his face and looks at you for a second. He notices that you are looking at the streets of Detroit. You stand close to him.

“Yes,” you say.

“Since when?”

“I don’t really have a specific date, I just remember one time I was at the office and I was bored and I started sketching you in my notebook,” you remember the memory clearly and the feeling of realization. That day you avoided him for a week. “And that’s when I realized I was doomed.”

“Doomed?!

“I’ve never had the best romantic experiences,” you tell him, finding his expression rather comical. “What about you?”

“Ehh, I found myself thinking about you while looking at the moon.”

“I see,” you noticed a faint blue on his faceplate. “What should we do now?”

The two of you look away but then your eyes meet his blue optics. It was a few seconds. But that’s all it took for you to jump into his arms and he kneeled, just to pick you up.

You wrapped your arms around his helm and your lips naturally fit on his. You feel his servos go under the oversize shirt, exploring the softness of your back.

His lips were cold, but you didn’t care. Nor when his glossa made his way into your mouth, wanting to taste more of you. Showing his desire for you, trying to pull you closer as his vents got louder. His engines let you know his untold feelings. Loud and clear.

He wanted you, more than you’ll ever know. Your small body against him, your soft skin. How with each touch, he gained a soft moan from you. Optimus was scared of wanting you so much. He didn’t know if he was deserving but it feels right. All of it. From the way you caress his helm to the way your lips touch his.

Primus, please, may this not be a dream and if it is, may the gods protect whoever dares to wake him up.

Let this last forever, may the universe allow him to be yours for the rest of eternity.

Before he could drown in your being any further, you pull away. Breathless, pink cheeks and lips.

“Was that alright?”

Optimus asks, with concern in his voice. He gains a smile from you.

“It’s ok, I can teach you,” you caress his faceplate, once cold it's now warm. “And you have a lot of time to learn.”

“But can you take this off?” Optimus pulls from Alex’s shirt, desperate for the garment to be off your body. “I really don’t like it.”

“So you are jealous?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I am just a big bot,” his insecurities slowly start to show. “I, well, I don’t have much to offer.”

“You are mine,” you say, smiling at him gently and he feels blessed to be the reason for that smile. “And that’s all that matters to me.”

Optimus puts his servos on your cheek and carefully cups them. He kisses your forehead before capturing your lips once again. This time it was a gentle, pure and blissful kiss. Showing you, the vast and endless love he has for you. Just a fraction of it. Oh, how much he adores you. Would you ever know how much his spark calls your name? Maybe not. But that won’t stop him from trying with every kiss he gives you.

“And that’s all I want to be.”

A/N: As I was writing this, I forgot to add the sparkling! Dammit, I guess I am gonna have to write another chapter for this where Reader and Op find a sparkling and care for them ... may be.

I wasn’t completely satisfied with how this came out, maybe because I am not used to writing fluff without there being a whole context bur regardless this was fun to write! See it as a preview for my other fic “more than meets the eye” which i haven’t updated but I will soon.

Thank you for reading!

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