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t-a-a-1 · 2 months ago
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Dandelion
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Summary: After confessing your love to Optimus and being rejected; he discovers how much you mean to him.
A/N: Lots of yearning. A little bit of jealousy. Somewhat suggestive content. Angst. Optimus desperately needs you and he is a bit horny on this so beware.
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Dandelion
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It has been three months since you confessed your love to the leader of the Autobots.
And three months since he rejected you. 
You knew it was going to be this way. You weren't angry even when deep down, you hoped he would feel the same.
Maybe it's the human nature to love the unloveable. But when you think about it, there wasn't a single thing you did not love about him.
"I am honored but-"
You raised your hands to stop him. No. You didn't want the "It's not you, it's me" talk. You didn't want it, nor needed it. To you, it's stupid because although he may say that, you know the truth. If you were someone else, maybe a Cybertronian, he could love you. 
You didn't want answers. You didn't want to hear him. He had rejected you and that's the end of it. You just wanted to be honest.
That's it.
You began to be more distant. You weren't angry. Things just feel awkward. It's not like you didn't want to continue being friends but that was not possible at the moment. Is it really a friendship if deep down you still hope that he will change his mind? Optimus didn't deserve that nor did you.
You stopped going to the base so often. One or twice a week at most. You continued talking to everyone as you usually do but with Optimus it's different. Now you only greet him not wanting to start a conversation. He doesn't seem to mind your change and although it hurt you to see his indifference, you knew it was for the best.
But ... he noticed.
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"I'll be going on patrol duty."
Optimus looks around the base as he announces his departure. Bulkhead is with Miko practicing some boxing, Arcee is chatting with Jack while Bumblebee and Raf play video games. 
His optics fall on you. You were talking to Ratchet about something he couldn't decipher. Although his old friend was focused on his work, he still talked to you. You seemed content and wondered the reason behind your good mood. 
"(Y/N)," Optimus walks towards you and Ratchet, interrupting the conversation.
You stand on the elevation floor. Facing him face to faceplate. You were so small, yet he felt intimidated by you. 
"I'll be going on patrol," he repeats himself. Optimus doesn't know why but it has become complicated to talk to you.
"Yes umm, you already said that?"
You used to go on patrol duty with him. Usually, the nights will end with the two of you on the top of the base. With you smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer. Optimus would sometimes enjoy a barrel of oil with you. 
The two of you would talk for hours, sometimes it would last until the sunrise. 
"Do you wish to accompany me?"
That's what he wanted to ask. But nothing came out of his voice box. He stays quiet for a few seconds and leaves. 
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Ratchet hears a heavy sigh coming from Optimu's vents.
A few seconds.
And another one.
And another.
And another.
And one more.
"Would you stop doing that?"
Ratchet looks at the Autobots' leader and Optimus has the audacity to look confused. This angered the doctor who was very well aware of the situation.
"If you miss (Y/N) so much why don't you talk to her?"
"I don't understand-"
"Ah! Tsk,Tsk," Ratchet raised both of his hands and moved them in front of him. He didn't want to hear any excuses coming from Optimus. "You know exactly what I am saying."
Optimus looks around to make sure no one is around. 
"(y/n) confessed... to have romantic feelings towards me."
For a very small second, Optimus regrets telling Ratchet the truth because the expression on his face isn't comforting.
"A human ... falling in love with a Cybertronian?" Ratchet questions, speaking to himself more than to Optimus. "Well, historically speaking, Cybertronians are not unfamiliar with inter-species relationships. But with a human ... this will be a first."
"I rejected her," Optimus says not feeling quite certain if he should have shared this with Ratchet. Not because he didn't trust him to keep a secret but because you trusted him not to tell anyone. "But now I am afraid that has severed the friendship we had."
"Have you tried talking to her?"
"I do not believe she wishes to speak to me."
Ratchet noticed the worriness in Optimus' faceplate. He knew things had been different between the two of you since months ago. At first, he thought it had been a fight. Something that could be fixed with a simple conversation. But it was more than that. Maybe it cannot be fixed.
"And you Optimus?" the doctor asked. "How do you feel?"
Optimus takes a few seconds to think. He breaks eye contact with Ratchet and looks at the ground. Optimus looks at his right servo, it's been a while since he has held your soft body. 
"I am ... quite saddened by her distance. I may not share the same feelings but I care for her deeply. More than I am willing to admit."
"And did you tell her this?"
"She wished for me to not speak of the matter again and I obliged," Optimus vents heavily again. "I did not want to give her any more pain."
"Processing pain is necessary to heal," Ratchet puts his left servo on Optimu's shoulder plate. "And you, old friend, you might have to learn that your friendship with her might not be the same ever again."
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"Reporting to you live, (y/n), Jasper News."
He sees you more on TV now than in person. He has always been a fan of your work and how you are so passionate about telling the truth. 
Optimus turns off the TV from his private quarters and heads to the hangar. He finds you there. Not sparing him a glance but his optics were glued to you.
You wore a white long-sleeved button-up shirt with a black skirt that highlights your figure. Your hair was kept in place with a hair clip and you wore glasses. Black heels with pink cheeks and red lips. You had come out of work and came straight here. 
"Oh, Prime. Were you going on patrol duty?"
Were you actually talking to him? Why couldn't he talk? You were smiling at him and yet he couldn't say a word. His voice box may not be working because no matter how much he tries nothing would come out.
He nods.
"Can I come with you? It's been a while since we have ridden together."
Four months and 15 days to be exact. 
He couldn't say a word. And only nods again.
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To say that he was nervous was an understatement. He could feel and see everything. 
Especially, the skin of your legs on his seat. Optimus was too distracted. So much so that he didn't notice the bump of the road. Casually, you were drinking water and as you were about to take a sip, the water came out from the bottle due to the commotion. Your white shirt became wet, making your black brassier visible to his eyes. 
"Shit. Prime, can you make your widows dark?"
You ask him, feeling uncomfortable at the wet fabric against your skin.
"Of course," Optimus didn't question why he just followed your orders. He darkened all of his windows even the front one. 
He didn't expect you to start undressing. Slowly unbuttoning your long-sleeved shirt. Revealing to him your black lace bra. Optimus honks out of nowhere, steam coming out of his pipe. 
"Are you alright?" You ask him as you put your shirt on top of his air ventilations, hoping your shirt could drive quickly so you could put it back on.
"My apologies, I just-" he is again without words and he made a mental note to tell Ratchet to check up on him "I ... Please can you put your shirt back on? I do not wish to disrespect you."
"What do you mean?" you ask him innocently. Until a stupid idea crossed your mind. "Wait, I thought human attraction was impossible for Cybertronians?"
Optimus keeps quiet and keeps driving.
"Prime ... Do you find me ... attractive?"
He can't answer. If he says yes, what would that imply? If he says no, would that hurt your feelings even more? More importantly, he doesn't know. The only thing he is aware of is that his spark is agitated. He vents air hotter than usual. He is driving faster, and his processor is unable to understand the speed limits.
"What am I saying? Of course, you don't."
Optimus couldn't understand how you could say that when his enstril could sense your perfume. Something new he had never smelled before. Exquisite, delicate and sweet. It's you, your natural smell. The type he can't get tired of.
No. He can't think like that. It's not possible. Something in his system must be wrong.
"I met someone at work."
He didn't like the sound of that.
"I didn't want to say anything until things were steady but I think they are now."
Optimus slows down. He hasn't talked to you for so long and expected this night to be one of those he used to enjoy. The nights in which you would talk about the stars and he would do nothing but listen. The nights in which you would talk about a book and he would ask you about your favorite character. 
The nights in which he could watch the whole universe in your eyes.
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"The scans are all good, Optimus," Ratchet says. "No anomalies were found."
"Are you sure of these results?"
"Confident."
Ratchet studies his friend's faceplate. He is usually the quiet type. Much had changed about him through the years. But nothing can go unnoticed by him. He knew Orion Pax and most certainly, he knew Optimus Prime. 
"But if you tell me your concern, then maybe I can run a specific analysis."
"It's my spark."
"What?" 
Ratchet was perplexed, he was not expecting that.
"It's in pain," Optimus stands from the gigant medical bed and sits on it. "And my processor only recreates memories of (y/n)."
One second passes.
Then another.
And another.
And one more.
"I do not like to question the ability of your processor," Ratchet doesn't move, he only procures to look at his friend in the optics. "But have you thought that maybe your processor is thinking of (y/n) because she has sparked your software of ... attachment?"
Optimus doesn't say a word and this only confirms Ratchet's suspicions. He has noticed how Optimus has been more distracted. His optics ever so lightly brightened up whenever he heard your name. The longing in every heavy vent his friend would so as the minutes passed without talking to you.
"How do humans ... Show affection?"
Ratchet doesn't need answers. He already knows and he doesn't want to make Optimus feel bad for having emotions. He's actually glad to know that his friend is capable of feeling something at all. Even after everything he is been through.
"From what I've read, giving flowers is a common practice."
"Do you think if I give (y/n) flowers will my feelings be clear?"
Yet, he wonders if it's the right thing. Is this desperation for connection or does Optimus' spark really glow for you? Either or, he wasn't one to make a conclusion.
"I am not certain but I think it's a start."
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Took longer this time for patrol duty. Making sure he looked everywhere. But being in Nevada's desert didn't help much. There were cacti and grass but nothing that he particularly liked for you.
Until he found something you might like. 
It was delicate, more so than you. It took him an extra hour to get back to base because he was driving slowly. He didn't want to cause the flower any harm, it had to be in perfect condition for it to be worthy of you.
When he finally reached the base, he even took look longer to transform back to his original size. Making sure that his mass-shift didn't disturb the flower. 
He walked to the hanger, with a single dandelion in right servo. It's so minuscule and nervousness starts to kick in his system.
Out of the many kinds of flowers there are on your planet, will you like this one? If you did, would you be kind enough to spare him a smile? Anything that could alleviate his suffering just a little?
He can't deny it. Not anymore. Your absence has devastated him. In ways he can't describe. There may be millions of languages on your planet but not a single one could ever describe the feeling of yearning he has. How can he explain something he has no words for? How can he explain that his spark cries your name and his body begs for your affection? How much he craves for your attention or to at least be worthy of it. May Primus forgive him but would he would throw away his honor if that meant you could take him as yours.
Will this single dandelion be enough to express that?
Optimus is delighted to see you here. His thoughts had gone insane thinking that you were waiting for him. 
Instead, he sees you on the elevation floor, arranging many flowers into a small little white base. There are many of them. Of all kinds of colors and shapes. Then he thought how stupid it was for him to think he was worth even a simple look from you. 
"Hey big guy, guess who got flowers today?" you were content. Looking so happy that his circuits might corrupt. He wanted to be that to you. He wants to be a reason for you to smile. Just him. "I thought I should come and put them in a place where everyone can appreciate them."
And suddenly he gets this strange urge. A dark thought of destroying that which you love, those flowers and especially whoever gave them to you. Because why? Why is it that those flowers can give much more happiness than him? What do they mean to you? Does the person who gave them to you love you more than him?
"Well, what do you think?"
He looks at the flowers once more. His dark thoughts quickly go away. 
He is reminded of the dandelion on his servo. 
You deserved more than this. 
"They are ... adequate."
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He doesn't know how long he has been staring at the dandelion. He has grown a hatred towards it. 
Optimus wants to let it go. For the wind to take it and for him to forget about it. Yet, he can't find the energy to do so.
"I am in love with you."
He re-played that scene again and again. Deep down a part of him wished he could go back in time and fix it. If he was sincere with his feelings from the beginning, would things be different?
Would you be with him now? Probably. You will be here, on top of the base and on this cold night, he will carry you close to his chassis. Close enough for you to feel the warmth of his spark. The heat intensifies as it only does when he is near you. 
You would tell him stories and he would listen. Looking at you from time to time because the stars above him did not compare to the beauty of the creature he was holding. 
"Prime?"
He stops daydreaming and finds you next to him. You take a seat, close to him. The vastness of the Nevada desert and the night sky were your view. 
"Are you alright?"
"I am."
He lied but it's not like he can say the truth. He can't tell you that his spark glows in pain for the so much yearning he has for you.
"I am sorry," you look into the distance, a part of you is ashamed and even afraid to look at him "I know I have been a little distant."
"I believe the word 'little' would be an understatement," his voice comes out as aggressive but the last thing he wants is to intimidate you. "But I cannot phantom myself putting any type of blame on you."
"I should have never confessed."
"No," his voice is softer now and he takes the time to look at you. Suppressing his need to hold you closer, he holds onto the dandelion instead, trying to get the courage he needs to give it to you. "I admire your honesty."
"Looking back at it, I am glad you rejected me," you put a string of your hair back on your ear. He knew this action of yours. You did that whenever you got shy and he wondered if he ever made you feel that way. 
"If you didn't I would have never met Alex and I wouldn't have been this happy."
Could you please end his misery? Could Primus be merciful and take his spark right at this moment? Because he can't do it. He can't. Not when he was asked you so many times to call him by his first name just for you to reject him.
Now, you found someone. Someone unknown to him with who you made a connection. A connection so strong that you deemed him honorable to be called by his first name by you.
"Is he ... Worthy of your affection?"
"Yes, I believe so."
But then again. He had his chance. He lost you and your friendship. Optimus knows that after tonight things will be different. As much as he wanted you, he knew you weren't his. Now, he feels stupid and ashamed for ever thinking the universe would be so kind as to gift you to him. 
"(Y/N)?" he calls your name so softly as if his voice box had glitched just for a small second. But you noticed. "Would you allow me to indulge myself in your company? Just this one time?"
There was nothing to say. You just nod.
Blissfully unaware of Optimus' sentiments. 
Unknown to you the dandelion, is still in his servo. 
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A/n: The romance was extremely rushed because this is a draft of what's to come in my fanfic 'The Darkest Hour' Of course the story above was a very cramped version of it and everything will happen way more smoothly. I think this story was just points and ideas I want to implement later down the line but I am still not certain in what way I want to take the romance. So I made this to help out and decide what route to take. 
Not this one I think.
Anyway, I am sorry for any mistakes I made. I don't proofread. 
For any questions, comments, concerns, or requests, you may send me a message/ask on this account.
Thank you for reading!
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bcyesandisaidso · 15 days ago
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httpsserene · 4 months ago
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𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐩 (𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩) | 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧
summary: a random man breaks your phone and runs away before you can even yell at him. he becomes your archenemy when you learn that you lost hundreds of photos of your children. and by “your children”, you mean pups—seal pups.
pairing: alex albon x seal specialist! fem!black!reader
from, serene: do not post any gifts you get on social media. that's how people get robbed /srs. i'm trying to make my reader's have different personalities but i think i failed with this one. i'll try on the next smau. happy reading, loves xxx
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messages • max please unmute us gc -> alex
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twitter dm’s • alex -> yn
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messages • yn -> coral
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twitter dm’s cont. • alex -> yn
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messages cont. • yn -> coral • alex -> max please unmute us gc
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igstory • seallygirlyn just uploaded!
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[caption1; optimus prime being a very brave boy while being weighed][caption2; cutely decorated suspicious packages are about to be unboxed. if i'm inactive just know alex_albon is responsible!]
alex_albon: his name is optimus prime 🥹🤧 seallygirlyn: it's adorable right? seallygirlyn: when he first got rescued he was fighting with another pup named megatron, so the naming was easy lol
coral: that looks like a lot more than an iphone 🤨 seallygirlyn: i told him to keep it reasonable! but i fear he went too far,,,
user: wow he was really serious about finding you. lwk kinda sweet. it's giving loverboy. 🤭 seallygirlyn: loll don’t read to far into it! he’s just a generous guy ☺️ user: if you say so….
messages • yn -> coral • twitter dm’s • yn -> alex
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seallygirlyn when you ask a man to replace your phone that he broke, he might buy you the newest phone and a bunch of other things (you told him not to get !!) you can't buy my favor, yk? fish says thank you for the stuffie. thank you from me too, alex_albon. this is seriously too much to give for a broken iphone.
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seallygirlyn: going to miss using a flip phone lwk...tysm alex_albon i made it look all pretty in the basket in hopes it fixes your lightly ruined public image
➥ alex_albon: am i forgiven? ➥ seallygirlyn: i already forgave u alex, i told you this 🙂 ➥ alex_albon: just wanted you to say it where everybody can see it! they're still slandering my name ➥ seallygirlyn: you can replace my phone and my dying ipad but, you can never recover my lost seal photos :( ➥ alex_albon: i will pay for your icloud storage from this point forward until my dying breath ➥ seallygirlyn: i need that in writing with a signature ✍️
coral: i told you alex is a good guy! that's why he's been my favorite since f2!!!
➥ seallygirlyn: he's been moved from biggest adversary to occasional nemesis status ➥ alex_albon: that's improvement, i'll take it! thanks for supporting me from before the start, coral! dedicating my next points to both of you! ➥ coral: imgoingtofaint 😵‍💫
georgerussell63: ah. this must be why alex made me pay for his mcdonalds the other day. he spent all of his money on you
➥ alex_albon: GEORGE PLEASE 😟😣 ➥ user1: george is such an instigator. he lives to stir shit up i swear ➥ user2: russell, george. professional cockblocker extraordinaire.
user3: it's a little odd that a man would buy a woman he has no romantic interest in so many expensive gifts....
➥ user4: lol these gifts aren't expensive. the cost was nothing to him, he's an f1 driver and she's nothing compared to him 😒 ➥ user5: jealous little girl alert user4 🚨 ➥ user6: she's nothing compared to him? the woman who works tirelessly to rehabilitate seal pups and release them back into the ocean—the woman who's actively conserving the ocean and protecting marine life, is nothing compared to him? the man who drives an f1 car in circles? try again, girly. you're just jealous any RESPECTABLE man wouldn't give you the time of day. ➥ user7: CLOCK IT ➥ user8: read you like a book user4 🤣
user9: you have an orange cat named fish 🥺
➥ seallygirlyn: yes! isn't he the sweetest boy to ever exist? ➥ user9: i'd kill for fish 🫶🏻
user12: fish and his stuffie are the cutest!!!! i just wanna bite him
➥ alex_albon: not as cute as seallygirlyn ➥ seallygirlyn: ...who asked you? are you calling fish ugly?? ➥ alex_albon: what? NO !!! i was calling you cute?! ➥ user13: that was difficult to read ngl ➥ user14: mission failed. we'll get 'em next time.
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nazzdrawsywy · 7 months ago
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Trying to make a Story With Knock Out but I keep getting stuck on what to do with the MC/YN charater like, Idk why is it so hard to make a charater to be relatable to everyone but also fit with Knock Out to not immidetly get merked XD 💫im struggling💫
Mostly just a slow burn, Enemies to Lovers is the default bc I want to do more Human X Cybertronion fics. I dont see a lot of them or they arent excatued very well and i wanna try to at least do that.
Idk, Im a weirdo, I have another fanfic I wrote that i was trying to decide if I wanna do with Optimus or Ratchet. Ive decided ratchet after like chapter 6 LMAO. Now I stare to hard and cringe bc it was suppose to be bayverse and I tots flipped a switch bc Ive been obsesses over transfromers prime. 😭 sorry my bayverse bbs
If anyone gots any recommendations tots take it honestly😭
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primusdemoniccreatrix · 5 years ago
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International Joys (Optimus Prime X Reader)
Hey y’all, a Canadian girl here with Canada Day oneshot for Optimus! Enjoy!
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Optimus entered the lit base, the lights shining off his cherry paint and glinting off the blue on his pedes. The others had woken up earlier to pursue their charges, and now he entered to a base nearly quiet with early morning serenity (save for Miko’s loud voice, though he was she meant to be  little...outspoken). 
Miko and Jack sat with one another on the couch in front of the television, as he learned it was called, as it played an advertisement for fireworks on low volume, providing background white noise for the group. Miko enthusiastically began to point to the television before arching her hands and fluttering her fingers, no doubt imitating the fireworks. 
Smiling at the duo, he knew that of the three bots assigned humans, there would be one out on patrol, one within the base, and one still picking up their charge. Ratchet was at the console, probably up earlier than any of them to do extra work. His stubborn friend and medic, doing anything he could to help even when he was recharge-deprived. Thank goodness that Ratchet recharged this week a few times unlike running himself to near forced recharge like last week. 
“Good morning, old friend” Optimus’ voice interrupted Ratchet apparently, as the CMO jumped and turned to face him in amiable surprise before scolding him. 
“I am working with delicate instruments and algorithms, Optimus. You know better than to startle me” Ratchet said, masking his playful meaning with a grouchy attitude. 
“Is there any Decepticon activity to report?” 
“None, thankfully. I will keep you updated in case anything happens” Ratchet promised, delivering some good news this morning. 
Ratchet’s statement was followed by a chorus of laughter from the human children, and Optimus could see the corner of Ratchet’s mouth twitch slightly in a smile. Optimus basked in the tranquility of the morning. 
The distant rumble of a familiar engine signalled the arrival of the last bot, who was assigned a human. 
Bumblebee turned the corner, the asphalt under his tires quickly transitioning to the cool concrete of the base’s floor, the Autobot symbol pressed into the floor signalling that he was safe to transform and stop, as he was home. 
Bumblebee stopped quickly and spun on his tires, skidding to a stop as his trunk whirled to face the stairwell leading to the mezzanine for the humans. Both backseat doors opened up as two humans stepped out. 
Bumblebee’s partner Raf came outside first, opening his door and unlatching his seatbelt, gently pushing the latch out of the way as the belt retracted on its own, and he rushed up to the mezzanine, smiling up at Miko and Jack. 
The second human was a recent addition. She had become their new charge as a result of an accidental clash with Decepticons. Surprisingly enough, the Autobots were the ones who the ‘Cons met first, and upon seeing the bots getting hurt, particularly Optimus as he fought the Vehicons, the human surprised him by actually attacking the Decepticon, giving him enough of a window to destroy both of the Vehicons attacking him. Since that day about 2 months ago, the human had joined them. 
Their name was (Y/N). They were a University student in Canada, but came to the base often with an Autobot because of how their encounter with the bots, which was from Optimus’ mission in Canada to investigate a small energon signal that day. Bumblebee collected them today, and though they were partnered with Optimus, it was obvious to them that Optimus didn’t have time for them always, and often paired with whatever Autobot was available (and for their understanding, Optimus was eternally grateful). It took a small while for them all to adjust to a new human in their fold, but the human had become a necessity in the base. 
Optimus became curious as he observed Raf helping (Y/N) with a package, full of many little trinkets, in dichrome red and white. Raf helped (Y/N) take the package up the stairs, both of them whispering in hushed excitement. Miko and Jack were visibly confused, wondering what was going on. Only Miko voiced it out loud. 
“Whatch’ya got there?” asked Miko, leaning over the railing (in a way that the Autobots slightly feared she’d fall) to investigate the box. Raf chuckled as he cryptically spoke between giggles: “You’ll see, Miko”. It did nothing to sate her curiosity, and thus Miko turned and huffed, pouting as she dramatically dropped back to seat herself on the couch, arms crossed, wondering what was going to happen. 
Raf and (Y/N) stepped onto the platform and placed the box onto the table, before Raf whispered something to Miko and Jack that made their eyes light up. The kids then began to dig through the box, and pulled out little things and set them up on the table. (Y/N) grabbed a bunch of flimsy paper strings in red and white, and began to lock them together. Jack and Raf began to cut coloured paper while Miko began to draw. Together, the humans began to create multiple pieces of art. Bumblebee and Bulkhead asked their charges what was going on, but they were silenced with a cryptic statement of finding out later.
Miko and (Y/N) whispered to one another and Miko soon began to repeat what (YN) had taught her, which was to weave the paper strings to and fro until they were flattened into little folded squares. The boys soon came to (Y/N) and announced they finished their paper crafts, and together they set aside their crafts before placing a candle beside the box, and taking out a small plastic bag filled with wires and laid it on the table. The boys and Miko then helped (Y/N) get their crafts together to one corner of the railing. 
Optimus and Ratchet were the closest to them, and both Prime and medic watched in curiosity as Miko and (Y/N) pulled on opposite ends of the square, unravelling it into a woven interlocking pattern of red and white in a decorative weave. Miko and (Y/N) secured the string before giving the thumbs up to the boys, with Miko yelling: “You can start!” 
Her yell attracted the attention of passing Autobots, specifically their guardians. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bee watched as the boys began to tape little pointy leaf shapes below the streamer. Bulkhead recognized some of Miko’s drawings as Jack and Raf taped a few red and white little squares to the railing. 
The children were decorating. For what, they didn’t know. 
Optimus too grew curious, and having decided he needed answers, quietly walked up to (Y/N). 
(Y/N) stood on the left railing, on their right on the mezzanine, a ways from the lounge and on the adjacent wall from Fowler’s on-site office. Miko stood closest to the stairs as she held onto the end of another set of woven paper, while (Y/N) had gone to the railing’s end at a wall, pulling the length to the end and preparing to secure it. Miko, having received the cue, also began to pin down the woven end with tape. 
Optimus approached (Y/N) while they concentrated on taping the end, either not noticing he was approaching or simply not really moving because they didn’t feel like they needed to. Optimus stepped close to the riling before leaning down slightly, closer to eye level with the human as they fiddled with the tape, scraping at it with their fingernails. 
“If I may ask, what are you holding?” Optimus’ voice rang through the base, the question on every bot’s mind lingering in the air. (Y/N) turned from the tape to face him, giving them a warm smile that totally didn’t make him melt on the inside. 
“They’re streamers, Optimus; decorative papercraft. We’re decorating the base” (Y/N) explained, their voice warm with tranquility with the prospect of a celebration. 
“May I ask what the occasion is?” the Prime asked.
(Y/N) turned to answer him once more, with a smile even brighter, explaining: 
“Today is July 1st, also known as Canada Day. I’m from Canada, so I thought that I might celebrate it, along with July 4th for the States later. I wanted to celebrate it at the base, and well”, (Y/N), averting their gaze back to the tape before turning to him once more, “I wanted to bring a piece of home with me for one day, something Canadian” they explained, and a hush fell over the whole base as the children continued decorating. 
Optimus relayed the information, thinking it over in his head. While (Y/N) may be in the States, they celebrated the day of independence for their country in a different sovereign land. Though the Autobots knew about the Fourth of July (in huge part to Fowler’s love of the day and his country), they never truly grasped til now that there were people in the base who came from a different background, and while the children already had enough differences but a shared American holiday, the forgot that there were more unique differences they had yet to learn. Humanity was so connected yet so different in many unique nuances, it never failed to inspire a small amount of wonder in them. 
The last statement (Y/N) gave made Optimus wonder if they were missing home. 
This is likely a day they would spend with friends and family, and not being there but instead here, with them, he wondered if the newest charge was feeling lonely. 
(Y/N) whispered a tiny ‘aha’ as they finally got the tape to unravel, and with a quick pull to the cutting edge they secured the end of their streamer to the railing, before helping Miko in putting little leaves up again. 
Looking closer at the decorations, Optimus recognized the leaves. Red Maple. 
A symbol of Canada. 
The little drawings Miko made were of red and white Canadian flags. A miniature one sat upon the table, held up by a weighted stand, the flag waving under the air vent. 
Optimus thought back to a few weeks after (Y/N) had joined them, and was sitting under the vent while the children shied away, Jack questioning how (Y/N) could stand the cool air which to him felt frigid. Optimus chuckled inwardly before, but looking at it now, they must have missed the north. 
Maybe this day was what they needed to reconnect with home. 
(Y/N), Jack, Miko and Raf finished their decorations, before sitting down together and opening a small container from (Y/N)’s box. Inside were confectioneries called ‘cookies’, little baked sweets. Optimus couldn’t help but smile inwardly as the humans all noted the small circular disk of white with two sides of red and one adorably drawn red maple leaf in icing. The children ate the cookies, enjoying the flavour. Miko had the bright idea to grab her water bottle and raise it up in toast of Canada Day, before the others followed suit, exclaiming ‘to Canada Day’ as they tapped their water bottles in celebration, giggling together on the sofa, enjoying the minor festivities and company. 
Optimus worked at the terminal with Ratchet before (Y/N)’s voice called out to him. 
“Optimus, can we go to the roof? Me and the others want to show you guys something up top”. 
“I doubt it’s anything important” Ratchet grumbled under his breath, though the underlying curiosity in his voice was not lost on Optimus. The elevator’s doors closed, going up, and Optimus could see it carrying the other children up. 
“I will go, Ratchet. You may remain, though I urge you to come too” Optimus stated, nodding to the other bots in the base to go up to the roof with him, stopping only to collect (Y/N) in his palm, seeing as the human elevator had yet to return. Optimus, Bee, Bulkhead and Arcee squeezed into the Cybertronian-sized elevator, watching the floors pass as the elevator lifted them. The Autobots stepped out onto the roof one by one, watching the children mill about as they placed tiny little contraptions around the roof’s perimeter in a large (comparative to humans) circle. They were a bit wiry, and each of the children held a small candle. Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead stepped out of the elevator to greet their charges, to see what they were doing. Optimus stepped out last, placing (Y/N) on the ground before joining the other bots outside the circle to watch their charges. 
The Autobots watched as (Y/N) ran to them, holding a candle. They looked on in shock as (Y//N) pulled a small box out of their pocket and rubbed a small stick along the side of the box, lighting it on fire. They watched uneasily, slightly holding one another back from stepping in as (Y/N) lit their candle on fire, blowing away the flame on the small stick and smothering it under their footwear. They held their candle towards the group, who ignited their candle wicks, before each of them took off in different directions. Jack, Miko, Raf and (Y/N) paired up a few feet away from the centre and one another, each one lighting one of the little contraptions, before moving on to light more. Each one lit 4, making 16 in total. 
The Autobots watched in humble awe as the children stood in the centre of the circle, their tiny flaming decorations letting out little sparks, but none of them were in close enough range to get lit. The bots watched in the dying rays of the summer sun as the eyes of their humans lit up with the sparks, throwing flecks of gold in their honey coloured, sky coloured, cinnamon coloured, (descriptive eye colour) coloured eyes, wonder and joy alight upon their youthful, innocent features. The bots looked into their charges’ eyes, noting the incredible colours of the light in the humans’ eyes, shadows playing upon the roof, and in the light of the sparkling little flares surrounding the humans and the evening sky above sprinkled with spare stars in setting sunlight the bots swore they could see the beauty of humanity, the same they saw in one another and themselves. For a single moment, everything looked and felt perfect, and the children were ethereal in their own otherworldly beauty. 
The little flames died down and the ‘sparklers’, as they heard Miko call them, were extinguished on their own. The bots watched as the humans gathered smaller sparklers in their hands and lit them with their candles, before running around and drawing shapes and playing games with their flaming little wands (which, loathe as they were to admit it, scared the Autobots half to death for a moment or two). (Y/N) gestured the other three to their side, and each human offered their guardian one. Bulkhead immediately held onto it carefully when Miko offered it to him; Arcee gingerly accepted and held one after Jack implored her twice to grab one, promising her it was fun; Bumblebee beeped worriedly as Raf encouraged him before promising all would be well, and with their candles, the children lit each of their guardians’ sparklers, watching the light play on their divine, metallic features much like the Autobots did earlier to them. Bumblebee and Raf pretended to be wizards from ‘Harry Potter’, a favourite of Raf’s books, while Bulkhead and Miko waved them around telling stories and making plans for ‘dune bashing’ tomorrow. Jack chuckled at Arcee’s attempts to spell human words in the air with her sparkler, and they took turns comparing and complaining lightheartedly about the light in one another’s eyes. 
Optimus turned to the feeling of a human tapping his pede, and looking down he could see the face of (Y/N) lit by their own sparkler in the dull light of the set sun. 
“Optimus? Would you like one?” asked his charge, holding in their hand a sparkler. 
“No, thank you. You may enjoy it instead” Optimus declined. 
Optimus watched as (Y/N)’s shoulders drooped a little and their smile dropped slightly at his rejection, and he felt bad knowing that this day meant something to them; he was about to offer to take it until he was surprised by (Y/N) handing the sparkler over to Jack who handed it to Miko whose sparkler was extinguished. 
(Y/N) turned back to Optimus, and asked: “Can I stick with you?” 
Having felt badly about rejecting the sparkler, Optimus nodded, lowering his pedes until they were safely both low on the floor. (Y/N) stepped around the edges of his pedes before sitting, leaning against his knee, watching the children and their guardians play together in quiet appreciation. 
Optimus snuck glances towards his charge, looking at (Y/N), who no doubt watched the goings-on with a fond smile like his own. It made him smile too, to see his soldiers connecting with their charges, learning more about humanity and just...enjoying life, even for just a day in their hard lives. The times had been harsh, the war leaving none of them unscathed, but to see them carefree as if there was no war was quite a treat they deserved. With this, they could enjoy a moment of peace and remember what they fought to protect for future generations of both Cybertron and now, Earth. 
Watching (Y/N) and the others, he couldn’t help but think about how they probably would be celebrating at home happily with their own friends and family. He could only imagine how much they missed their loved ones who were a whole country away from them. Probably almost as much as he missed his own planet. 
Maybe he could bring them back there for a moment? 
“(Y/N)” Optimus murmured lowly, which to his human sounded like a hushed but still loud baritone, the voice of an angel drifting into their ears, demanding their respect and obedience. 
(Y/N) turned and looked to their guardian, slight confusion but a sweet expression of merriment still present upon their face. “Yes?” came their reply, as gentle as a songbird during an earlier drive he took a few weeks back. 
Optimus looked into his charge’s eyes, wondering if what he suggested would be sufficient. 
“If you desire to see your family and friends back in Canada on this day, then we can arrange for Ratchet to bridge you home to spend time with them” Optimus suggested. His charge was still, their brows furrowed in question, prompting Optimus to add: “You should not have to miss out on celebrations with your family due to your involvement with us”. 
Optimus shifted his gaze from the eyes of his charge to a spot on their face, not willing to truly look into his charge’s eyes out of guilt of his own conscience. As he said, they didn’t deserve to miss out on celebrating their national identity with family abroad simply because of a war they did not belong in. 
Optimus was only brought out of his musings when (Y/N) had placed a warm human hand on his knee, bringing him to look into their eyes once more. 
He was surprised to find them staring up at him with eyes no longer in question, but with joy and, even more puzzling, resolve. Their eyes sparkled even in the dim light cast only by the ring of lights upon the base’s roof which lit up the floor in the evening. Glowing blue optics met shining (eye colour) eyes as (Y/N) shook their head. 
Optimus’ face minutely twitched into a concerned face as he wondered why (Y/N) would decline. (Y/N) answered:
“Optimus, Canada Day is a celebration no matter where I am, it’s a day for a country, and I’ve already recognized it. I don’t particularly need to be there. And, as for celebrating with my friends and family, I already am. Regardless of our differences, you are a friend and Team Prime is my family. I don’t have to celebrate it with relatives; I’d rather, in fact, celebrate with you”
 Optimus felt warmth as they laid their head upon his knee, looking up at him once more. It was incomparable to the warmth in his spark as he basked in the moonlit smile of his charge who had compared him to family, and wanted to celebrate with him. Even when given the option, they still chose him. 
“Besides, I doubt I’d be able to explain how I got up north so quickly from Nevada without revealing you guys. I don’t think that’d be good for secrecy” his human added with a chuckle. 
Optimus vented carefully as his spark swelled at the prospect of being, apparently forgiven, though he knew that (Y/N) would probably say there was nothing to forgive if he spoke on it. Regardless, he reveled in the facts revealed, and felt a small smile reach his faceplates after their revelation. (Y/N) smiled at them too, that brilliant smile that made sparks melt, before leaning against him once more, watching the children take out glowsticks and play around with them from the bag of accessories they brought. 
A tranquil silence befell Optimus and (Y/N) as they relaxed in one another’s presence and enjoyed the sight of their team and family joined in celebration. Their words circulated around one another's minds, but both were simply glad to be in one another's regard, and this knowledge had them wrapped in the cool evening wind with their hearts and sparks the only thing they needed to keep warm in the cool dusk. 
It never ceases to surprise how much joy one can give by sharing their souls, and it never failed to bring others closer regardless of location, nationality, even species. 
Optimus and (Y/N) sat under the stars, watching their family enjoy a reason to celebrate together. 
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Counting Stars
Pt.2: The Wait
TFP Optimus x Female Reader
Summary: After revealing to Optimus that you are carrying his sparkling, he convinces you to stay under the Autobot care. However, after the sudden appearance of an old lover of yours, Optimus faces difficult challenges as he tries to win you back and learn how to prepare to be a father at the same time.
A/N: Lots of yearning, jealousy, delusions, craving, fluff. All that good stuff.
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Counting Stars
Pt.2: The Wait
There is a clear difference between carrying a sparkling and dying. 
You weren’t sure which one you were doing.
Everyone was treating you like you were about to perish. Everyone has always been careful around you. But now they are extremely aware of you. Every step you take, breath, look, smell, nothing was too insignificant. 
“You shouldn’t be carrying that.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t eat that.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t go there.”
The autobots treated you like a doll. Although the thought sounds amusing, it really wasn’t. 
“I just want to go for a drive. I’ve been inside for two weeks. I need to get out.”
Bulkhead moves his helm from side to side. He was  the third bot you asked about going out. 
“What if we crash and you get hurt?” 
You knew he was making up an excuse to not take you for a drive. Because what kind of Autobot would be such a bad driver?
“I am a human! I need the sun and see pretty things or I’ll get depressed and die!”
“Can you just watch the sun and pretty things on TV?”
Crossing your hands in front of your chest, you huff, showing your clear satisfaction. 
“I am sorry (Y/N) but you are carrying the only sparkling Cybertron has seen since millennials. If you weren’t having our species’s only hope, I would be more lenient.” 
Bulkhead’s voice sounds apologetic. You know that he was telling the truth. Maybe they all missed hanging out with you but couldn’t do much due to current circumstances. 
“I am being serious. I need to go out.” you say looking at the bot. “I’ll seriously die.”
You were exaggerating but you didn’t know until how much you could last without going crazy. 
“Well, maybe we can wait until Optimus is back and hear what he thinks.” Arcee steps in, trying to see if she could alleviate the situation. “You know, so no one wants to get in trouble.”
“Prime isn’t even around.”
A simple talk couldn’t fix everything. Although you and Optimus were in speaking terms, you wouldn’t say that things were the way they used to be. Things were still awkward and tense between the two of you. 
“You need to understand him, he is also going through biological needs not seen eons ago,” Ratchet speaks up while still typing on his large computer. “He is nesting for you and the sparkling, he can’t control it and he is trusting us to keep you safe while he is away.”
“Oh so you care about his biological needs but not about mine? I see how it is.”
“It’s not that, it's just–”
Ratchet turns to look at you. 
“Alright, maybe you are right.”
The medic-bot notices the color of your skin. It’s pale. Not in a natural way but in a sick-manner. Your belly has grown and you look tired. Mentally, you must be going through a lot. The weight of the survival of an entire civilization is on your shoulders and you are yet to know if the sparkling will be born healthy. 
“Only for 30 minutes.”
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Optimus was able to satisfy his biological needs only after he found ten dandelions. It was extremely hard to bring them to base since they were delicate and were easy for its tiny petals to crumble. He had found several but would have to go back and look for more since most would lose their petals on the way. 
He also found some pretty rocks. He wasn’t sure which one you would like most so he brought all of them. 
“So you are here to stay with (Y/N) for the rest of the pregnancy?”
His olfactory sensors picked a familiar smell. A human one but it was none of the kids. It was a scent he wasn’t fond of. One he very much wished did not exist. 
“Yes, as a Special Agent, I was assigned this duty. Which I am glad for, I want to spend time with (Y/N) as much as possible.”
Special Agent Alex. Fowler’s Co-worker and your childhood best friend. 
Optimus’ sensors were on alert. All of his instincts warned him. 
“Potential male threat detected. Human male may potentially steal sparkling and partner. Action Required: Keep human male away from mate.”
“May I inquire about your reasoning behind your sudden … presence without invitation?”
He didn’t waste any time as he walked towards the center of the hangar. His tall demeanor did not seem to phase the secret agent. 
“Hey, Prime! Sorry for not announcing it before,” Alex waved knowing that he would get more of a reaction out of Optimus if he pretended that his hostility does not affect him. “But I am just doing my duty. (Y/N) was originally supposed to be transported to a secured area under my watch. But since that didn’t happen, I’ll be staying here.”
“(Y/N) is currently protected by five Autobots at all times. She’s safe here and does not need your guarding.”
“That may be right but (Y/N)’s child is a matter of national security. I can’t let the Autobots have complete control over humanity’s first human-alien hybrid child.”
Optimus closes his servo, fighting the urge to smash the human like a mosquito. 
“My sparkling is no human experiment.”
“I am not saying it was,” Alex looks directly at Optimus’ optics. Unafraid. “What I am saying is that the child would benefit from having all the resources this world can offer. That child, no matter what it may be or look like, would be more human than Cybertronian. It will grow here. Learn our languages, history, traditions and culture.”
Alex smirks, about to deliver the final hit. 
“It’s not like there’s much to learn from Cybertron after all,” he says. “I may raise that child myself.”
Everyone could hear Optimus’ gun engine turn on, about to point directly at the agent. 
Until you showed up. 
“Alex?”
He immediately put away his weapon, pretending that he wasn’t about to harm a certain individual. He couldn’t do it, not after seeing the smile on your face. 
Not after you jumped into his arms, hugging him as he spinned you around. 
“Alert. Action Required: Eliminate threat. Keep human male away from mate. Alert.”
His processor telling him commands wasn’t helping the feelings in his spark. 
“You have always been beautiful but pregnancy suits you so well. It’s going to make my stay here all the more pleasant.”
Alex has always been a flirt.  But you never took it seriously. At least not now. You used to love the compliments during the time of your relationship. Years ago. 
“Are you staying here?”
You ask excitedly, in a desperate need of a friend your age. A human friend who would understand your need to get coffee and see the sunsets. 
“Yes, you won’t have to be lonely anymore,” Alex puts a hand on your head, giving you a soft head pat. An act Optimus was never able to do casually. Putting hands on you without consent in any way did not fit right with him.  “I’ll stay as long as you have me.”
“Yes! You can stay in my room!”
You seem to enjoy the affection. The agent gave you a certain warmness Optimus couldn’t give you and his processor is starting to write codes unfamiliar to him. 
“I am highly against that–”
“Alright, I’ll put my things in there,” Alex’s voice was louder than Optimus’ as he was closer to you. You were too excited to pay attention to the rising anger of the bot. “But tell me, where were you? I was waiting for you and got kinda worried.”
“I’ve been inside here for two weeks and Ratchet took me for a quick drive.”
“For two weeks? That’s not healthy for you and the baby, you need to stay active and get enough sunlight.”
“That’s what I told them but they wouldn’t listen to me.”
Everyone around you noticed your evident happiness that they didn’t mind the comment. You were right, they weren’t taking your needs into consideration. It was even more evident by the sudden change of your mood. 
“Well, from now on I’ll be taking care of you,” Alex moves his hand to caress your cheek. “And I’ll take you on regular drives and trips.”
“Do not touch my sparkmate–”
“Also I brought you a gift!”
He looks down at his backpack as Optimus’ voice subsides. Opening it quickly and showing the content inside it. 
“My favorite chocolate!” you take the pink box from his hands. It was an expensive brand and hard to find. Not available anywhere in the city.  “Thank you! 
Optimus quickly thinks of the things he got you. Dandelions, flowers, rocks. Would you love them just as much? Will you jump in excitement and hug him? Will you see him as fit enough to be your provider, protector and Sparkmate?
“Analysis Complete: Human Male wishes to bond with Sparkmate and steal Sparkling. Activating Sparkmate Protection Codes. Eliminate offering. Keep Sparkmate secluded.”
It’s like he couldn’t control himself. It was fear, confusion and jealousy that overtook his processor. 
Without any announcement, Optimus walks towards you and takes the chocolate box using two of his digits. You watch him with amusement, not understanding his actions. And without any previous warning, he crushes the box. 
The Autobots don’t say a word, flabbergasted at their leader’s actions. 
“I- I am–”
Optimus wanted to apologize but he was so surprised by his own doing that no words left his dermas. 
The room is silent for a few seconds until sobbing is heard coming from you.  Normally, you wouldn’t cry but your hormones have been acting differently, making you more emotionally sensitive.
You run to your room, Alex quickly follows by until the two of you disappear from the hangar. 
“Sparkmate in distress. Advance with caution. In case of Sparkmate rejection, proceed to program Offline codes.” 
Optimus looks at his servo. The pink chocolate box is destroyed. It was a nice gift. Delicate, gentle, genuine. And he destroyed it. All that was left was the result of his own selfish actions. 
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He didn’t know how to approach you. Nor knew if he should. His processor was begging him to go talk to you. 
His pedes hang from the cliff as he sees the stars in the sky. Its a view Cybertron was unknown to.  His home planet, with all of its technological advances, unique traditions and indescribable views could never have this kind of beauty. Yet, it can’t compare to the delicacy of your eyes.
Hearing heavy steps walking towards him, he knows it wasn’t you. Most of the time, he couldn’t tell when you were approaching him, your steps were too small to be heard. Either that or he would smell your scent. 
“You know, the right thing to do is apologize, right?”
Arcee was not one to open up easily. That was something she had in common with Optimus. 
“It would be simple if I knew she would want me to,” he responds, seeing the motorcycle sit next to him.
“... Are all male bots this stupid?”
“I believe so.”
There was silence but it wasn’t awkward. They didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Optimus is a great leader but somewhat stupid when it comes to relationships. It is of no surprise, however. Cybertronian and Human relationships are very different. Cybertron culture is more reserved, sometimes even completely political. As a species living for so long, it’s more about companionship. A long lasting friendship. Finding a Sparkmate was completely rare. Something not everyone would get to experience. 
Humans however … Due to their short lifespan, they were more prone to fall in love and out of love rather fast. 
“My processor has been programmed to do things I deemed as primitive for our kind,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t control it.”
��Then just tell her that,” Arceee puts a servo on his shoulder. Physical contact wasn’t common in Cybertron either. But he didn’t mind. “And apologize … a lot.”
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You started to overthink. A lot. 
Optimus had feelings for you. Of that you were almost certain. You think ‘almost’ because now you weren’t so sure. 
Optimus would live for many years after you are gone. Maybe one day he will finally find the one, his Sparkmate. Where would that leave your child? He has told you that he will be responsible. But is he doing it out of duty or because he has love for his sparkling? You didn’t want him to believe that he is being forced to stay. 
It was a stupid thought. You knew that. But the thought still lingers in the back of your mind. 
“Prime is gonna kill me whenever he finds out I took you out of the base.”
It's always nice to get out of the base during the night. Especially with someone who saw you as an individual instead of just a ‘carrier and savior of an advanced robot race.’ He also drives nicely, not too fast, not too slow. Alex used to be a mechanic, his love for cars was always evident. Even as he drives, you can tell that this is all he ever wanted to do. 
“You know he won’t even kill a fly.”
“Yeah and that’s why it’s so fun to tease him.”
Alex tried to diminish the tension of the previous situation. He didn’t know why Optimus did what he did. But he feels a bit guilty for teasing Optimus as much. Maybe if he hadn't pushed him to his limits, he wouldn't have done such ugly act. 
“Can we go to the beach?”
You ask randomly. 
Alex smiles.
“Sure.”
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When Ratchet informed him that you had gone on a night drive with Alex, he immediately went to your room. 
Why?
It was something even he couldn’t understand.
He knew he wasn’t going to find you there. 
Yet, his processor couldn’t understand how you weren’t here. He needs you. Now. His every circuit aching at the thought of you leaving his side. Carrying his sparkling and with a male who had successfully stolen you from his servos even if it's just for one night. 
He can still smell your scent in your room. Even after he had mass-shifted to enter, the room was still too small for him. He touched the bedsheets and began to miss the moments he has shared with you before in it. 
Where are you?
He needs you now. He needs to hold you, to know that you are safe. To express how much he adores you and the sparkling. 
“Sparkmate Status: Missing. Sparkling Status: Missing. Safety Status: Unknown. If Unable To Locate, Proceed With Solitude Activation Codes.”
He used his Comm-Link to call your cell phone. But nothing. He tried again. Nothing. 
It wasn’t until the 30th time that he understood … You didn’t want to be with him. 
You didn’t want him. 
You didn’t want him.
You didn’t want him. 
His servos tremble. 
Optics feel heavy. It’s strange. Having blue liquid come out of his eyes. He had cried before. For different reasons. This was pain, in its purest form. In a way words can’t describe. Proof of it were his subsided pleas of air as he had forgotten how to breathe, something he didn’t know he could do until he saw you. 
His spark aches. It hurts. Everything. 
Everything …  His everything is gone.
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It was about a 10 hour drive.
Watching the sunrise was always a beautiful experience. Feeling the warm sunlight touch your skin energizes you. It made you forget the previous negative emotions and you began to have this strange yearning. 
For Optimus.
You wanted to be with him. Wishing he could  be here with you along with your unborn child. 
Maybe he had over reacted but knowing Optimus he probably has a good reason for destroying the chocolate box. Was he taking care of your weight? What if chocolate is toxic for sparklings? You wanted to talk to him and make things better��
Oh. 
You were right. You do need the sun. 
“Let’s build a sandcastle.”
Alex could sometimes be like a child, which was fun. There was never a boring moment with him.
“Let’s build an Autobot, instead!”
You let yourself touch the sand and immediately feel something moving inside you. It feels strange. It doesn’t hurt but feels very uncanny. Nonetheless, you smile as you put your hands in your belly. Your sparkling may be more human than you think, also enjoying the activity and fresh air. 
“Do you think will look like his father?”
You ask Alex as he tries to make a small square with his hands, using water from a water bottle. 
He looks at you and then down at his little project. 
“If the child were to live on Cybertron then I would prefer for them to look like Optimus,” he says, trying to think of a delicate way to tell you his opinion. “But since they will be living on Earth, then I genuinely hope they look more human.”
You know you will love the child no matter what. But Alex had a point. What kind of life will the child live if he is too different? Humans can be cruel, especially to those who are different. 
“If something happens to me … will you take care of them?”
He lets out a heavy sigh and looks at you again. His mood had been ruined but it was a question you were meaning to ask. 
“You know childbirth is difficult as it is and well, I am assuming giving birth to the first Human-Cybertronian child would be even more so.”
“You know we’ll have the best doctors in the world for that day,” Alex starts to mold more rectangular boxes as he stacks them up. Meanwhile you have started working on the head. “And if anyone can come out alive out of that it's you.”
He makes a pause and a small laugh escapes from his lips. 
“Besides, didn’t you fuck a 20 feet tall alien robot? You did that and came out fine. Childbirth should be a piece of cake.”
Without any notice, Alex’s mouth is filled with sand. You had thrown him a sand-ball and he started spitting it out and washing his mouth with the remaining water. 
“Hey! It's true!”
“Yes but you didn’t have to say it like that!”
“I don’t blame you, if Arcee would give me the chance, I would hit too–”
You throw more sand at him and he also retaliates. A sandy-battle unleashed as the wind was in your favor. Alex was gentle enough to only attack you below or above your belly. His ‘projectiles’ are extremely small compared to yours and between giggles and laughs, the battle continues until both of your hairs and clothes are covered with sand. 
And then, Alex’s phone begins to ring. 
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“Where is he?”
The sun is still rising. The groundbridge could not stop time. But the time in California and Nevada were the same. 
You run towards Ratchet who is still by the groundbrige system, Alex close by.
“At the top, he is doing better now that I told him you were returning but …” The autobot medic pauses, not finding the right words to describe the situation. “I think you should go and see for yourself.”
You didn’t hesitate and made your way towards the rooftop. Of course, you didn’t run but you moved as fast as your pregnant body could. 
It was a good workout, you were losing your breath as you made your way to the elevator. If you had been in better shape, you would have taken the stairs. 
As you wait to arrive at the top, you could hear the beats of your heart palpitating against your chest. Overthinking is a talent of yours. Many stupid thoughts crossed your head. Thinking that Optimus was too angry at you for leaving the base without permission. You were ready to accept your punishment, whatever that may be. 
Instead, as you arrive at the top of the cliff, there are more questions than answers. 
You find big rocks, with a weight of more than a ton. Two rocks standing vertically and one on top of the two laying horizontally. Like a small house made out of giant rocks, enough space for a single Cybertronian. One that is around 20 feet tall, blue and red that turns into a truck.
Optimus is there but he is too busy spraying dandelions around his small house that he didn’t notice your presence. 
It wasn’t until he turned around that his optics shine in excitement. He almost runs towards but reminds himself to be gentle. Reaching out a servo, you expected him to hold you but he doesn’t he pulls away, using all of his strength to restrain himself. 
“I am glad to see you are safe.”
He says in a soft voice, the relief in his voice is evident and you feel the need to jump into his servos and be embraced by him. But just like him, you stopped yourself from doing so.
“I am glad you are safe too,” you tilted your body a little, your attention directed to the rocks behind. “Ratchet said you were acting … strange.”
Optimus also takes a look at his creation. He wished he could do better but its the best he could do with his limited resources. 
“Yes, you could say so.”
“May I ask, what is going on?”
He has been meaning to tell you but he doesn't know without getting nervous. He didn’t know how you would react. Will you think of him as weird? Disgusting even? But he can’t run away any longer. You are the sword and he is against a dead end with the only option being moving forward.
“Cybertron hasn’t had a sparkling in milenia so to ensure its safety, my processor activated primal codes,” Optimus says. “It makes me do things that may be antiquated.”
Not understanding fully, but if you had to come to a conclusion, Optimus may be going through something similar to animal mating rituals. Which is not so far fetched since Cybertron used to have Predacons before Cybertronians appeared. 
“Is that why you destroyed my chocolate box?”
“Due that we haven’t concluded the Conjunx Ritus, my processor doesn’t consider you as my Conjunx Endura yet, although I consider you my Sparkmate” Optimus blinks multiple times as he only does when he is nervous. “I identified Special Agent Alex’s actions as threatening to steal you and my sparkling.”
“Me?”
“Yes, although those reasons are more … intimate ones.”
Your heart beats faster as the sunlight reflects on his paint-job. He looks beautiful. You once again remember how incredible and extraordinary of an individual he is. There is no one like him in the entire universe and never will. You feel delighted to know that you are in his presence, being able to admire a side not one has seen yet. 
“Oh,” you look away after realizing you had been staring at him for too long.  “And that?”
You point at the rock structure and Optimus optics quickly follow. 
“After you left, I went to look for you at your private quarters,” he kept looking at the rocks and you wonder the struggles he had to go through to carry them to the top. “Not seeing you there activated my Solitude Codes.”
He walks towards the rocks, there are a lot of dandelions. Some of them died. Others are alive. There is some sort of yearning in his optics as if he belongs there. Its a sorrowful yearning, as if he was made to do something that he wishes to not do. Yet, he knows he would be skillful at it. 
“I felt the need to build this.”
“And do what?”
You ask, not wanting to walk closer as you thought that maybe you would be overstepping his boundaries. 
“Wait,” he answers. 
His back faces you. Not being able to see his faceplate, you can only tell how he feels based on his voice box’s tone. He just stands there, looking down. 
“For what?”
“For you to come back.”
He answers so longingly that it makes you almost shed a tear. For a moment, time stops. There is no wind, no sound, no scent, nothing. But just him. As if your entire world had become just him.  
“... And if I didn’t come back?”
He slowly turns to look at you. A soft smile, of  love. There wasn’t any desire in it. It was pure. Genuine. As he is in love with your soul and wishes to spend eternity with the thought of you. With your existence, whatever that was. To be one until the heavens and the earth collide. 
“I would wait until you do.”
And for a second, the Prime no longer was. But just a spark. In his purest form. His faceplates open, he wants to say something but it's lost in words. He had given up so easily. Realizing that he has yet to find the right words to express his love for you. A love so vast that not even the best poets or writers could ever put into paper. 
If he could go back in time and stop himself from becoming a Prime, he would. Because being an archivist would have made him more eloquent, maybe then, he could describe to you a small fraction of his endless adoration. 
“Prime–”
“Guys!” Alex came out of the elevator, screaming and ruining the moment. “Sorry to interrupt but we have a message coming from Megatron!”
He tilts his head outside the elevator, blue eyes staring at the two of you. Noticing that he interrupted a romantic scenario, he just pointed a finger at the two of you. 
“Prime we need you, please make-out quickly!”
And with that, Alex leaves as soon as he appeared. 
“Well, now that you are here, I won’t be using this,” Optimus walks towards you and bends down on one knee. He is still too tall but you appreciate that he tries to see you faceplate to face. Using a servo, he caresses your hair and your soft skin. With so much adoration and devotion. 
  “I don’t have much time but I realized I haven’t thank you yet for carrying my Sparkling.”
He wants to hold you. Craving it. He wishes he could have time to tell you more. To whisper in your ears sweet things. To read to you the most lovely of poems. To just rot in a bed, indulging in nothing but love. 
But he can’t. Not now. 
“Creating a new life with you has been the greatest honor of my life.” 
He stands up, walks past you. Leaving you at a shock, at a state of awe. 
“Now, let us go,” he says. “Some things can’t wait.”
He'll wait until you call him by his first name again.
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A/N: It was fun to write this. Optimus panicking and not understanding the changes he is going through. I think on this he has accepted that he may not win you back but that won't stop him from loving you and his sparkling. Meanwhile you are falling for him all over again.
I wrote this because y'all liked the concept for Counting Stars and supported it a lot! So thank you everyone so much for the support.
This was a one shot and I continued it because there was lots of love but I don't have a certain story-line. To be honest I don't know how to continue it.
For the next chapter (if there is one) I was thinking that Megatron accidentally sends Reader to the Dark Dimension where Reader meets Nemesis Prime. In this dimension, Optimus loses Reader and his Sparkling, transforming him into an evil being.
Meanwhile in Reader's dimension, Optimus is losing it. Slowly spiraling into madness at the thought of never seeing Reader and his Sparkling again. Destroying everything on sight, the Autobots fight to keep Optimus at bay.
The plot would end with Optimus and Nemesis fighting to see who would keep Reader.
That storyline would take around 2-3 chapters and it would conclude this story.
But that is just a thought, I still don't if I'll continue this since I really need to focus on writing the next chapter for 'The Darkest Hour'
And I am currently working on a oneshot bayverse Optimus fic too so please look forward to it!
Again thank you for reading and sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.
See You in the next story!
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t-a-a-1 · 6 days ago
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CW: pregnancy and complications talks about below.
I can’t help but think Optimus wouldn’t fully understand the true horrors/pain that human pregnancy entails.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s not an idiot. He’d do his research. He’d prepare to the best of his ability. But there’s a massive difference between learning and experiencing. He knows this and thinks he’s mentally prepared for everything.
But complications during labor? (Which, if your a human pregnant with a cybertronian….). Idk how he’d handle it.
I’d imagine that Optimus would try to remain calm. Collected. But easily break apart. This poor Prime is one loss from a total break down.
Anything could go wrong. Emergency C-sections? Total nightmare for him. The idea of you needing to be cut open terrifies him more than he’s willing to admit.
Too weak to continue with labor? He’ll panic. Honestly I actually see him blaming HIMSELF for the ordeal you go through. I mean HE put that sparkling inside of you. Yet YOU have to suffer. He’d want to take away the pain. The sickness. The weakness.
He won’t even entertain the idea of losing you or your sparkling. I feel like the very idea of it happening would break something inside his processor.
Idk, I love your writing with pregnant reader and Optimus. I especially love the “code” aspect of Optimus acting out. That poor confused boy.
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You are so smart for this dear Anon! 
I think you are totally right, Optimus would totally freak out especially since he still can’t fully capture the whole pregnancy concept nor how humans’ bodies are capable of creating life. He has a sort of fascination towards the idea and also fear since he can’t understand it. 
I think when it comes to this, Pregnant Reader! Would be the one to explain to him the process (Although Reader is also very scared, being the first human to give birth to a human-alien hybrid) but you reassured him that the best doctors and nurses would be there to tend to you if anything happens.
Then you start explaining to him the possibilities. 
Optimus: What if you are in pain? 
Reader: Well, they will pierce my skin with a needle and inject me with some liquid to try and relieve the pain. 
Optimus: faints 
And if you tell him about a possible C-section? He would start having a panic attack. And when the doctors tell Optimus (to just in case, Primus forbid)  to start preparing for the worst possible outcome? His processor can’t even fully understand that. What is worse than being cut open? Then you tell him that childbirth can be fatal in certain cases. 
His processor’s codes would absolutely go insane. 
“Sparkmate In Danger. Ensure Safety. In Case Of Loss, Activate Spark-Exchange Codes.” 
I would like to think that Cybertronians only have one ‘mate’ their whole lives. But in case of death, they are able to give their own spark to their Sparkmate, ensuring a second chance in life. 
But poor Optimus, you are not Cybertronian so he can’t give you his Spark and that mentally destroys him. The possibility that you can die (because HE made you pregnant) and that he can’t even give his life to you makes him feel like he has failed you as a partner. Like in his eyes, he can’t even do the bare minimum and feels unworthy. 
He will try to keep quiet about how he feels so as to not make you worry but then the day comes and he breaks down, he can’t do it. He can’t fathom you in pain or the mere thought of losing you. His servos tremble. 
But you can tell right away that something is off. And when you ask him ‘What’s wrong?’ he starts breaking down and tells you how he feels. And of course, you comfort him immediately, being the only one who Optimus can let his guard down. Not feeling the need to hide his feelings, worries, nor tears any longer. 
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t-a-a-1 · 1 month ago
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The Misfortunes of Honor
Summary: While being under Megatron’s mind control, Optimus was obliged to interface with you. An act he wished he had done in more complimentary circumstances. Although Optimus loves you, the aftermath of the act made the two of you become distant, making you wonder if it's time to leave Prime’s side.
A/N: 2k words. Angst, suggestive content, fluff, after glow, sexy stuff, etc.
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It was too late when he came to his senses.
Although he was able to break free from Megatron’s mind control, his honor had already been tainted. Not like it was ever pure. There was too much energon on his servos to say otherwise and hypocrisy did not become him. 
But you? 
He had made many mistakes. Many of them are unforgivable. This is one of them. 
Optimus can’t look at you. Too much shame and embarrassment, yet he has to hold you in his servos. You had told him that you were hurt and unable to walk. He can tell by  the bruises in your body that you were telling the truth. Not like he didn’t believe you in the first place but they served as a reminder of the horrible acts he had committed. 
It’s not like he didn’t want to do it. In fact, he had dreamt of becoming one with you many, many times before. He craved and yearned for the day he would confess his undying love for you. 
Megatron had taken that from him. Now, he can no longer fantasize about that day. Nor longer think what your first time with him could’ve been. He is unworthy of it. Of you. Although the act had already happened … he refuses to remember such an act. Primal. Without an ounce of love in it. 
“Did it hurt?”
Optimus asks you as he enters his private quarters. No one in the hangar dared to interrupt the two of you. After tonight’s event, it was obvious that the two of you needed time alone. 
“At first but I got used to it after a while,” you say as he places you on the elevated floor where you are able to see him face to faceplate. 
You weren’t a stranger to Optimus' room. He had even put a coach for you to be comfortable. In exchange you put some flowers around and made the place look more lively. 
“(Y/N), I – I don’t know how I could ever ask you to forgive me.”
“You don’t have to. You were under Megatron’s mind control,” you have difficulty looking at his optics. Everytime you look at them, you are reminded of how much craving they had a few hours ago.  “It was the only choice.”
“Did you … Find it pleasurable?” He is usually good with words. But all sense of reason is lost whenever he talks to you. His speech becomes sparkling-like.   “Since it was your first time interfacing and well, I am unable to remember much. I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t too painful for you.”
“I am not sure I can describe it. It was rough and fierce but also passionate and I think a part of you was trying to be gentle. As much as you could.”
In a conversation you two had before, you had confessed that you had never interfaced with a human before. Although you were a healthy and attractive adult individual, you found it difficult to connect with others in such a way. It wasn’t that you didn’t have opportunities before but you were uninterested or scared of the act. 
Optimus began to wonder … If you didn’t want to do it with a human, would you even want to have intimacy with a Cybertronian? He feels like an idiot. You must find him repulsive. Unattractive. A monster. Even more now that he had taken something so precious to you.
“I have tainted your honor and I would like to take responsibility if you wish me to,”
“You tainted nothing,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest. “Optimus, not having sex or having sex doesn’t make you a better or worse person.” 
Your heart was beating too fast, almost coming out of your chest. Hoping that Optimus won’t notice it, you grab on to your arms tightly, it will probably leave marks.
“I am glad that it was with you,” you say as Optimus distances from you, walking around the elevated floor but not too far. “Even if it was in strange circumstances. I am fine, really.”
“But I am not fine with it,” he raises his voice. Although he is trying his best to show sanity, the more he remembers the act, the more his vexation. “All of this time. Ever since I met you, all I wanted was to have a bond with you. A genuine, pure connection and Megatron took that from me. He took my home, my friends, my life and he took you.”
There wasn’t a lot of light in his private quarters. Just the light emitting from his large data-screen. His optics were also a beautiful source of illumination. Most of the time they would be comforting but his evident anger made you question yourself.
“Optimus, is ok, really,” you remember his face plate during the act. He looked almost animalistic, unable to get enough but he looked to be enjoying himself. But now you questioned it. Maybe it was your imagination playing tricks.  “Unless … Did you find our interfacing … repulsive?”
“By Primus, no,” Optimus walks back towards you, for a moment he regrets speaking without any concerns about your feelings. “It’s just that I wished we had done so in more favorable terms.”
“Favorable terms?”
“In circumstances more worthy of you,” as he spoke, his processor began to put pictures in his mind. Of all the times he fantasized about you and him. Finally together with a peaceful life. Enjoying the beauty of a tranquil Earth and a rebuilt Cybertron. He thought of the many sparklings he would have and how they would look. Their names, both human and Cybertronian. And you of course,you next to him for as long as the universe allows you to.
 “In perfect conditions, we would have interfaced after concluding the Conjunx Ritus. Then we could had spark-bonded and I would have made you mine each night after that.”
Optimus took a moment to look at you, clear confusion on your face.
“Hypothetically speaking of course,” he quickly corrected himself.  “Only if there were mutual feelings.”
“And how do you feel?” you ask him. “About me?”
His spark was beating at a frequency unknown to him. But his spark and processor were not connected by the same circuit. What his spark wanted to say could not be pronounced and his processor spoke what little sanity he had while talking to you. 
“I think … You are … adequate?”
“I see,” His words offended you and you abruptly turned around, showing your back to him.  “I am sorry I can’t be better for you. Kinda stupid on my side to believe I could ever be.”
“No,no, that’s not what I mean. I–”
His words had come to a stop as he noticed a blue liquid. Such liquid ran down from your skirt, making its way down your right leg. 
Optimus had filled you with his transmission fluid, you felt the warm liquid run down your thigh. You touch it with your fingers only to confirm your suspicions. 
“Is it possible for a human and a Cybertronian to have a child?”
“I pray to Primus that’s the case.”
“What?”
Wanting to make sure you heard right, you turn to look at him. 
“I mean, I am not certain but if that would be the case then I’ll take full responsibility. I’ll take you as my Conjunx Endura and raise our sparkling together,” he hoped his voice didn’t sound too provoking,, he didn’t scare you with his excitement. 
“If that’s what you wish, of course.”
A few seconds of silence passed in which all Optimus’s processor could think of  were begging words.
“Say yes, say yes, say yes. Please. Please.”
On the other hand, you weren’t entirely sure what he meant as he used vocabulary unknown to you. You were also more concentrated on looking for something to clean yourself with. 
“I don’t know, I-”
“What is a Conjunx Endura? What if it means pet?”
“Only in the case you are with a sparkling! I wouldn’t dare to think of spending an eternity with you otherwise.”
He lies, that’s actually the only thing he thinks about. 
“Alright, Prime, you already said you find me disgusting. You don’t have to put any more salt on the wound.”
“Salt? What wound?”
It was frustrating to you, thinking he is cute when he blinks like that.As much as you would like to be angry with him for the continuous insulting. 
“Whatever. Look, everything is fine. I’ll be fine. I am tired. My body is pretty beat up so I think I’ll go rest now,” you look down at your bare legs. Still, the fluids slowly make their way down.  Feeling swollen and full, you knew you had to take a bath and clean yourself up. “Thank you for the experience, Prime. It was very significant.” 
Walking slowly, you made your way to the stairs. He didn’t want to let the conversation end like this. He panics at the bare thought of you being displeased and him being the cause of it. 
“I am sorry,” he stops you and gets your full attention. “It’s just that whenever I am in your presence, my processor seems to stop working.”
“... Am I that bad?”
Moving his helm from side to side, he can’t find words. He is usually eloquent and well spoken but all his being short-circuits. He can’t do it. As much as his spark begs him to confess, he rationally tells him to do otherwise. 
“No, it’s just—”
“Optimus, we have an issue.”
It was Ratchet’s voice, calling him through his Comm-Link. He ex-vents, he presses the button close to his helm and speaks loudly.
“I’ll be there soon.”
He doesn’t know how to make you stay. The more he looks at you, the more he is silent. His pedes are almost giving up. 
Optimus takes a closer look at you. Your breathing had changed, it has become slower. A few sweat drops run down from your face, your clothes were wrinkled. He is surprised he didn’t tear them off your body before. And your hair was a bit of a mess.
Your lips were red and swollen, probably too tired of kissing his dermas. To say you were intoxicating was an understatement as your smell combined with his had become his favorite aroma. 
He curses the gods … He can’t remember much but just flashbacks. Optimus wonders if he was able to make you moan his name, our of pleasure, out of pure ecstasy and bliss–
“Don’t you have to go?”
You break his trance. 
“I’ll be back,” he says. “Please make yourself comfortable.”
“I’ll try.”
He walks away. Unknown to you, he began to fantasize again. Praying to Primus of the impossible. With the small hope that when he comes back, he will find you on his berth. Ready to be taken by him once again.
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A/N: Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes. And for being unable to tag you :( I tried to write this to the best of my possibilities since I didn’t understand much of the prompt. Still, I am very thankful to anon for giving me my first story request! Inbox are always open for any ideas <3
Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you expected but I am new to the Transformer fandom so I am still not comfortable enough writing smut since I don’t think I know much of the lore and terminology for it. 
Also!
I want to state that I don’t write p0rn. But I do write erotica which is a more artistic way to write s3x. So don’t expect me to write hard core stuff, it’s just not really on my brand. Not saying one is better than the other, btw. It’s just a writing preference. BUT I can definitely write hotter stuff if needed lol. 
Anyways, thank you so much for the rest and the support! I am very thankful for every comment, like and reblog. 
See you y'all in the next story!
-taa1
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t-a-a-1 · 2 months ago
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Dandelion: Prequel
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Summary: Optimus loves you. You love him. The two of you are too stupid to realize each other's feelings. 
But following a conversation about the afterlife, you realize how much he means to you.
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A/N: Yearning. Love confession. Jealousy. Optimus confesses but doesn't realize it. You are dumb. Angst and Fluff. Enjoy!
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Dandelion: Prequel
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Optimus thinks about you.
A lot.
And more than he likes to recognize.
Optimus has learned many things about Earth. You showed him music, art, poetry, literature, and movies. He enjoyed them, mostly because you shared them with him. The archivist in him was hungry for knowledge and you were the chef who satisfied his craving.
He also enjoyed sharing things with you. Of everything he could of Cybertron. The arts, the poetry that sometimes you didn't understand. The history and legends of his people.
He had thought many times of the things he would like to show you once Cybertron is restored. You would love it, he was sure of that. He could take you to see a play or maybe show you the beautiful cascades of Energon or the resting place of the Primes.
Optimus also thought of building you a home. You would be coming to Cybertron often after all. Maybe if you were comfortable enough, you could live with him. That way he could take care of you, just in case you woke up scared from a nightmare. He would cradle you until you fall asleep again and if needed, you could share his berth with him. Cybertron is naturally cold, he could keep you close to his spark to keep you warm.
"I won't live forever you know?"
You were waiting for him to roll into your driveway. He had promised you to do this for a very long time now and there's no way escaping it.
"I am aware," he says as he swiftly moves forward. "Your life expectancy is rather short."
"The more reason I have to clean you up," you walk towards him. "I may die tomorrow and you may live on without a proper bath? Not in my watch."
You had two buckets of water and a hose ready to be used. Some soap, sponges and rags. The buckets were heavy as you struggled to pick them up, you somehow still managed to whistle a song as you made your way to him.
He didn't understand how you could look so content while talking about your death. Optimus couldn't even phantom the idea. Much less imagine a day when you won't be with him. He had grown too accustomed to your presence. His spark had grown too fond of you.
In fact, you had occupied so much space in his spark that he knew that it wouldn't be able to function without you.
What will he do once you are gone?
"Where will you go?"
He asks as he feels the warm water impact his windshield and hood. It was nice to think you took the time to heat up the water just to make him comfortable.
"What do you mean?" you ask as you put soap on the big sponge and start rubbing it around. You had to use a small stool to reach the top of his hood. This is the first time you were doing this and you were trying to be extremely gentle. You had to remind yourself that Optimus is still a biological being. His body may be made out of metal but he still feels everything.
"Once I stop functioning, I am certain my spark will become one with the AllSpark," he makes a small pause before continuing "But what about you? Where will you go once you die?"
You stop and look at him.
"Will it be a place where I can meet you? See you at least?"
Contemplating what to do, you look at the sides to make sure no noisy neighbor is listening to you talking to a truck. You look back at him and wonder if you should tell him the truth or lie a little. He sounded worried. It is no wonder that he perceives death differently. For him, it was just another transformation. To you ... Well, you didn't know nor could explain the finality of death. You didn't want to worry him.
"Human souls work differently," you say as you go back to wash him. This time more delicately, trying to feel each inch of scratch he has ever gotten. War was written all over his body. "We don't go to a specific place. But I think we become one with the universe."
"Whenever you feel the wind on your faceplate," you lie to him but there's enough hope in your voice to comfort him. To make him believe you. "Whenever you see the rain or snow, when you see a rainbow, a flower or star. That's where I will be. Always."
It's comforting to know that everything beautiful the universe has to offer, is because of you. Of course, it would be. How couldn't it? When you smile the sun becomes brighter. When you laugh, the sound becomes a melody. You were alive and made life so breathtaking because of it. He imagined your death would be the same. Eternally beautiful as you become one with the universe.
He ex-vents in relief and you smile. Your lie was good enough. He believed it.
Nothing else was said but spent the rest of the time in a comfortable silence. You took your time to really study him. He has many scratches, some parts of his paint were even gone and you wonder if he had insecurities about them.
After all, if humans did, what made Cybertronians different?
You ran a finger through a large scraping on the top of his hood, feeling each small bump. The scrapped metal is rough against your fingertip, wondering what had attacked him to make this much damage.
"Are they not of your liking?"
For a small second, you could hear the doubt in his voice.
"Oh, no, I-"
As soon as you are about to respond, a sports car passes by, honking loudly and making the sound of its motor as loud as possible. Although you were uncomfortable you didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction of receiving attention. But you were now self-conscious of what you were wearing, Shorts and a dirty old black shirt. You wonder how was this even attractive.
"Hey, beautiful!" the guy rolls down his window and you feel the urge to wipe the smirk off his face. "Wanna ride this instead of that old rusty truck?"
You were about to defend yourself until you heard Optimus's engines turn on, the sound of his motor was so piercing that you felt your entire being vibrate. He turns his headlights as well, bright and powerful, almost blinding the guy.
Turning to look at Optimus, you see his holoform taking the pilot seat. You hated that holoform but it will do.
"Sorry, but my husband is quite overprotective."
You tell the guy, hoping he will take the hint and leave you alone.
"Well, if you ever want a good time, I am always available," his words disgusted you but you are glad he is finally leaving. "That truck got nothing on my car anyways."
Optimus moves forward in an aggressive manner. You are surprised at his behavior but don't question it.
"Thank you," you say as you step down off your stool.
You made sure that Optimus was covered in soap before taking the hose and letting the water flow.
"I don't know why every guy with a nice car has to act so weird."
"Oh, so you did find that car to be visually appealing?" He asks. "I would understand. After all, you might prefer an automobile with more agreeable qualities for someone of your age."
"Is that jealousy I hear, dear husband?"
You liked to tease him and even flirt with him from time to time. Mostly, you knew that nothing would ever happen. It was stupid to think that a Cybertronian and a human could ever be something more than just close friends. You assumed Optimus thought the same.
He had to.
"Just mere curiosity," he says as he feels the water running through his body, watching off all the dirt. It felt nice. "And what is a husband?"
"A life partner. Husband and wife usually take care of each other until the end of their days," that was the simplest way you could explain such a concept. "And I prefer Cybertronian men if you ask me. Even old rusty trucks."
"Can I conclude that you know other Cybertronian males who are old rusty trucks besides myself?
"No, just you."
Although you couldn't see his faceplate, you knew he didn't mind the comment. The two of you had joked around before and Optimus can definitely take a joke.
"So, you do indeed believe me to be an old rusty truck?"
"Yes, but you are my old rusty truck."
Optimus didn't know why but he enjoyed the sound of that.
"And that makes all the difference."
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The hospital wasn't like you remembered. You had grown used to being in a military facility and being taken care of by soldier medics. Not only because of the Decepticon attacks you had faced before but because you had seen your fair share of war while reporting for the news.
"OH YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE NOW!"
The last person you expected to see was Agent Fowler. Stepping inside your room, with a suitcase on hand and documents on others.
"I am fine thank you," you say as you sigh heavily. "The car crash didn't kill me and no Autobots were involved... so why are you here?"
"Because I have a very bothered Prime demanding to see you, saying that as your husband he has a right to know of your well-being."
"... What?"
"Look, I knew you and Prime had something going on but this has become a national matter," he shows you the documents he was holding but your head still hurts and don't feel like reading at all.
"If you and Prime are indeed married then by law I have to let him come see you. Do you know how hard we have worked to keep the Autobot's existence a secret?"
"And since when does the government of the United States care bout following their own laws?" you look around your room. You hoped to see another change of clothes but nothing. You were in desperate need of a shower. "Look, this is all a misunderstanding, I'll talk to Prime."
"It better be. We don't want to deal with court cases about deciding which constitution laws will apply to non-human beings," Fowler was moving the documents very aggressively and you assumed those were drafts of new laws to be reviewed. He works fast.
"Do you know how many laws we would have to re-write if you and Prime were to be married? Don't even get me started if you two were able to conceive a child."
"You better than I know that's never going to happen."
"I don't know the way Prime was begging to see you didn't seem normal," he put the documents in his suitcase and for once you were glad to see him go. "If I was you, I would hurry up. I don't want Prime to cause a commotion because he can't see his wife."
"I am not his wife," you say again, the term annoying you a bit.
Fowler just rolls his eyes and opens the room's door.
"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up Mrs. Prime."
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The drive back to the base was unexpectedly quiet. When you saw Optimus parked outside the hospital parking lot, you thought you would be bombarded with questions.
Instead, Optimus just opened his pilot door and let you in. Nothing else. You didn't even dare to ask him to take you home. You just let him do what he pleased.
You two arrived at the base's tunnel. He stopped before reaching the hangar. He opened the door and you assumed he wanted you to get out. You were worried by his strange behavior.
As soon as you got out, he changed back to his normal form. He didn't hesitate to kneel in front of you. His optics look at every inch of your body, examining you.
"How are you feeling?"    He asks you but there is a certain coldness in his voice.
"I am fine, thank you."
He stands up, his optics still on you.
"You shall remain here until the next sun cycle. To make sure of your well-being."
He turns around and starts to walk away.
"Are you alright?"
You run towards him, your head still hurts but you want to talk to him. His indifference hurts more than you imagined.
"You lied to me."
You were confused. Speechless. Has he found out? That the only reason you were helping the Autobots to find the ancient relics is because you were waiting for the right moment to expose them? That you had a notebook in your home, with all the evidence you have so far of the existence of robot alien life? That every day you were waiting for the final piece of the puzzle. The last thing you need before revealing the truth to the world.
"While at the hospital, Mrs.Darby approached me and briefed me about your status. We talked, and she informed me that there are no scientific conclusions on Earth that your soul can become one with the universe."
You weren't expecting that.
"She said that your soul may be going to an unreachable dimension or just become nothing."
You didn't know what to say. There was a certain hurt look on his optics that you couldn't believe. He is grieving. It's the closest thing you have seen him in pain. But you couldn't say a thing. You weren't expecting this would affect him so much.
"Prime, I just ... I just didn't want to-"
"My apologies," he stops you and turns around. He didn't want to see you. That made your heart sink. The thought of disappointing him, of inflicting any type of pain was unimaginable to you.
But why?
"I just need a moment to myself."
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A few days had passed. You hadn't talked to Optimus. But today was Friday and as per usual, you made your way to the rooftop, outside of the base. It has become a spoken agreement between you and the leader of the Autobots. To meet every Friday and just enjoy each other's company.
You two usually go on patrol night before and end up talking until sunrise. But today Optimus had left the base early, leaving you unattended. You took the time to go to the closest gas station and get yourself a pack of cigarettes and Optimus's favorite brand of oil. With the hope that he will still meet you.
But the hours passed and you had waited. You started a bonfire and lit up a cigarette.
More time passed and you became worried. Was he still upset? The day had become dark, the night was cold and you missed him. Stupidly so.
And you feel pathetic.
You were about to give up until Optimus finally showed up. He looked surprised to find you there. Probably thinking that you didn't want to see him either. When, in fact, it was all the contrary.
He didn't say a word as he sat next to you. You quietly put a small bucket of oil next to him. Of course, he noticed you and accepted the gesture.
You are about to take another puff from your cigarette when you see Optimus' servo reach out towards you. Using two digits, he takes the cigarette from your hand and throws it on the bonfire before you.
"Hey, I was-"
"Ratchet has informed me that this object you inhale from can reduce your lifespan significantly," Optimus slightly lectures you and you can sense some anger in his voice. "I see no meaning in you engaging in such activities."
"I am here for a good time not a long time," you say as you search in your backpack for the cigarette box. Marlboro wasn't your favorite cigarette brand but it was the only one that had menthol flavor at the gas station. "A very, very short time compared to yours."
You wanted to somehow go back into the topic of the afterlife. Anything that could open the conversation so you can have an opportunity to apologize. You wanted to hear him too, his thoughts. You wanted to know if he still finds your company enjoyable. If things were right between you two.
"You know, it kinda makes me sad that you'll probably forget me one day," you use a lighter for the cigarette, feeling piercing optics coming from Optimus. "And there's nothing I can do about it."
"I don't believe my processor will ever be capable of erasing memories related to you."
"How are you so sure?"
"I'll always have you in my spark," Optimus doesn't look at you but rather stares into the bonfire. His optics follow the dancing of the flames. He speaks freely.
"Even after I rust away and turn into nothingness. Once my spark has joined with the Allspark, it will still remember you. Even after the last star in the universe bursts into oblivion, my spark will reach you and it will call your name."
You are about to take another puff from your cigarette but his words stop you. Eloquence was not unknown to the Prime, he speaks it rather fluently but you didn't imagine it like this.
"I remember you now and I'll remember you then."
It seems he was on autopilot. It wasn't Optimus speaking but Orion Pax.
The bot who once knew how to love, the one who had dreams and hopes and was free to be himself. Without the pain in his shoulders, without responsibilities. No. This was not Optimus Prime. It was not Orion Pax. It was someone else.
His spark.
It was talking directly to you.
"My spark will look for you and I'll know it's you even if I was blind and deaf. Even if I ripped off my sense of smell and touch. I'll know it's you because not even time or death could take you away from me."
It's like he came back to himself. He blinks repeatedly after staring at the flames for too long. It was as if he was in a trance and when he turned to look at you, he noticed your cheeks. A little more redder than usual.
And all you could think of was him. Of the purity of his words. Of his beautiful being, of everything of him. His kindness, his truth. How he had changed your world with simple words. It was just him and this moment. United in this time. And you thought that maybe the reason you had been born was only to meet him. To hear those words that will forever be engraved in your heart. Will he ever know how much it means to you?
You weren't a believer. You used to be, when you were younger and less experienced. Before you witness war. Now you don't believe in anyone or anything.
But you believed in him. If anyone could make the impossible happen it was Optimus.
If he says he will find you in the afterlife, you know he will.
He made you believe.
You feel relieved to know that your existence meant more to the universe. That there's more than just finality, your soul will travel somewhere and have an impact on the bigger scale of things.
And if not ... then at least you could spend all of eternity with Optimus.
Your heart had finally begun to feel hope again.
And maybe something more than that.
Oh.
"Are you alright?" He asks, concern in his voice. "It seems you are overheating-"
"YOU GUYS CAME HERE ON A DATE WITHOUT TELLING US?!"
You shake a little and Optimus immediately moves closer to you in a very protective manner. The unknown voice startled you both although Optimus is always alert in a different way.
He immediately relaxes as his optics lay on the known small figure. You kinda wished he had stayed closer.
"Miko, leave them alone!" Jack comes out of the rooftop door, following Miko close behind. "Besides that's the whole point of a date. Let them enjoy it."
"Oh, no, you actually missed it!" you decide to amuse the kids, knowing that Optimus probably wouldn't mind you playing along.
"Prime just proposed and I said yes! We are getting married and having a bunch of human-cybertronian hybrid sparklings!"
You giggle a little, saying that out loud sounded ridiculous.
"Aha! I knew you two had a thing! Optimus always cleans his windows when he knows you are coming!" Miko turns to look at Jack and points at him. "You owe me a free meal!"
"She's not serious!" Jack says with a hand on his hip, frustration is clear. "Besides Ratchet said Earth didn't have the necessary resources for (y/n) to conceive."
"Wait, wait, wait," you throw away your cigarette into the bonfire, not wanting to be a bad influence and smoke in front of the kids. "You two talk to Ratchet about us?"
"Well, yes," Miko says. "He also bet cleaning duty-"
"Ahh, tsk,tsk!" coming from the rooftop door, the medic bot pops out. "Not talking behind my back! I did not bet on anything!"
"Yes, you did!" Miko points at the Autobot leader as Ratchet fully steps outside the door. "You said Optimus would never confess!"
"Is that true, old friend?"
Finally, Optimus speaks. He doesn't seem angry but confused.
"I-umm," Ratchet stumbles with his words until the realization hits him. "WAIT, YOU DID!?"
"No," Optimus says. "My feelings for (y/n) are strictly platonic."
"Ha! I win!" the medic turns to look at the kids. "You two will be doing cleaning duty."
Optimus sees you laugh with the kids. A scene that warms his spark. He can't guarantee tomorrow so he will treasure the now. Then maybe, if the stars align, he will gift you the strange flower he found.
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A/N: Sorry for any mistakes I made, I don't proof read lol.
In this story, I originally intended for Optimus to have this big realization but Dandelion was already too long and rushed for my liking.
But, I think he has loved the reader for way longer than he realizes and  when he does realize it...
 Uff. He feels like a complete idiot and begins yearning for you like crazy.
I think Optimus would be devastated at the thought of one day losing you. He just doesn't know he would feel like that.
But I think my version of Optimus and Reader is that both of them are very oblivious to each other's feelings. Because in their mind, there is no way a Cybertronian and a human could ever share intimate feelings.
So they just go around each other thinking, 'Oh, this is a person whose company I enjoy very much' and 'Caring so much for this individual is absolutely normal ... Right?"
Dandelion was supposed to be a one-shot story but due to the support given I decided to write a prequel for it.
Sadly, I don't think I will write a continuation of the story. This is to prevent any more spoilers for the current fanfic I am writing 'The Darkest Hour.'
This prequel already gave out too many spoilers as it is and as I was writing this I had to stop myself from integrating certain scenes I wanted to write.
For example, Optimus finding out that human souls actually go nowhere goes completely different.
He can't understand the finality of death and he grieves for months at the thought he may not see you in the afterlife. He makes his research, anything, any sign that your soul and his spark might reconnect again.
And one day he sees you throwing away some of your things (you were cleaning your house) And he goes through the trash and asks you if he can stay with the things.
You tell him no because those things were trash (to you) they were like old used notebooks, empty boxes, pens, old clothes and make-up. He starts gathering things up but you take them away and he very anxiously tells you:
"Why are you so cruel to me? I only wish to preserve your memory once you are gone. You have taken my spark, do you also wish to take what's left of my sanity once you leave my side?"
Of course, he later on realizes that his love for you is so intense and real that he is certain his spark will meet your soul once again.
Dandelion may have come to its definite end but if you really want to read more then I do recommend reading 'The Darkest Hour' although it is a slow burn, it will have this type of content but more improved and polished.
ALSO
Requests are open so if any of you have any prompt ideas, you may inbox me or send me a message on this account. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, everything is welcome! I can write small drabbles and other stuff.
And once again, I want to thank you all for your kind support! I am very new to Transformers and I didn't think I would be good enough to write fanfiction of it. But all of you have been extremely kind and I'll continue to write things that make me and all of you happy. Thank you for reading!
And I'll see you next time :)
Dandelion Pt.1:
https://www.tumblr.com/t-a-a-1/768702467874684928/dandelion?source=share
You can also read my other stories in here or Ao3:
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More Than Meets The Eye
TFA Optimus! X F!Reader
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Summary: Being a rising journalist is difficult. Especially when you have to live a secret criminal life. Things get worst when you start to fall in love with your enemy, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and hero of Detroit City.
You believe the feelings can't be mutual. Yet, he slowly starts to notice that you are more than meets the eye.
A/N: Lots of yearning. Jealously. Enemies to lovers?? You are a journalist who is also a criminal. Idk. Takes place between Season 1 and 2 of TFA.
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Chapter 1: Ride or Die
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Detroit City could be ugly, nasty, unhygienic, gentrified and many other things.
But never boring.
Especially with robotic aliens patrolling the streets.
    Bots that you didn't trust fully nor liked very much.
Even more, that Optimus Prime that everyone seemed to like so much.
With his red and blue colors, his helm that looks like he is always wearing a cap and straight posture that was too authoritative for your liking.
    While everyone was excited, taking pictures of the Autobots, you were there to ask the real questions. Your job as a reporter was to tell the truth and that's what you plan to do by exposing the leader of the Autobots.
"Mr. Prime, I have a question for you."
    You raised your hand, not really sure if that matters but you wanted to keep being respectful.
"Oh, yes, how can I help you, ma'am?"
    Optimus sees you walk through the crowd of people and paparazzi. Press conferences weren't unknown to him. The citizens, the reporters, the speechless mayor and his assistant that probably did everything for him.
"I've done some research and Detroit's oil supply has plummeted since your arrival to Earth. This has created a tax increase for all of Detroit's citizens. How do you respond to this?"
"Well, we do need to eat to keep helping the city," Optimus bends down to be able to speak on the mic. "But we apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused."
"If you were sorry you and your team would have already found all  the fragments of the AllSpark and departed Earth."
"How do you know about–?"
    You didn't let him finish his question as you striked with another statement.
"But no, you and the Autobots are too focused on wasting Earth's resources and playing heroes to even think of recovering your world's most powerful energy source."
"What? No, we–"
    He keeps getting interrupted by you. Although he tries to keep his cool, he wasn't in the best of moods either. Each statement you were making was ticking off his clock.
"Without mentioning that you have been spotted entering nearby natural reservation islands without the proper permissions or documentation."
"Well, yes but I thought it was fine–"
"Why would it be fine?" You look up at him. Even when you weren't very fond of the alien robots, you had to admit that they were a spectacle to look at. But you quickly shook the thought away.  "Just because you are big and dangerous you think you are entitled to cross human law?"
"Look missy, I don't know what's your problem but–"
"My problem is that you are not answering my questions."
    There's a bit of laughter coming from behind Optimus. If he had been smart enough, he could've said something along the lines of 'you aren't asking any questions, you are just saying statements.' Instead, he lashes out on you, giving you the exact reaction you wanted.
"If only you gave me time, I would respond to them!" Seeing his mistake, Optimus stands away from the pod, clearly frustrated at the situation.  "You know what, we don't have the time for this."
    Smiling Autobots was the first thing he saw as soon as he turned to look at them. He ex-vents, not wanting to deal with it.
"Autobots, transform and roll out."
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    The abandoned building had become their home. It was big enough to have rooms for everyone. Each catering for every bot's needs. But not even the vastness of the building could sparse the leader's rising annoyance. Walking from side to side of the hangar, looking down and with a servo on his chin, he questioned the previous interaction.
    He doesn't remember seeing you before. Either that or your existence wasn't important enough for his processor to remember.
"How did that lady know about the AllSpark?" Optimus keeps walking as Bumblebee and Sari play video games on the sofa. "We haven't told anyone about the fragments."
    Hearing something being dropped, Optimus quickly turns to look at the little girl who has taken long-term residence at their base.
"Sari?" Optimus questions, getting closer to her. "Is there anything you want to say?"
"Sorry, I thought yall were going to release that information to the public soon," she plays with her thumbs, moving them in a circle in between her hands. "So, I thought, why not sell the information to a reporter? Save you guys the time!"
"Why would you do that?"
    Bumblebee questions her, he didn't know about her actions either.
"Because I need the money! If I don't have money, I can't afford food. If I don't eat, I'll die!" Sari feels threatened, especially when she sees the rest of the bots gathering around her. "And all my credit cards have been frozen ever since my dad disappeared."
    It was as if everyone had a spoken agreement. Her explanation was a very good one. Feeling shy and maybe like a burden to them, she did what any little girl would. As best as she could with the current circumstances. No one was angry at her, just worried for what this could bring to the team.
"What else have you told her?"
    Prowl asks this time, sounding as calm as ever.
"Nothing, I promise!" Sari exclaimed. "Actually, ever since I told her about my situation, she never fails to send me some money in the mail."
"Probably to gain your trust so you could later tell her more information about us," Ratchet always assumed the worst of people. A trait that no one could blame. Being a war-veteran, distrusting others was the best for survival.
"I don't think so, she just sends money. No notes, no letters, nothing."
"Whatever the situation is, we can't have her spreading misinformation about us," Bulkhead is the last to speak his mind.
"She wasn't lying, bulkhead," Optimus remembers your statements. Each of them had truth in them. "She was right. We did everything she said we did."
    As much as he wanted to reprimand the little girl, he couldn't do it. Instead he takes a few seconds to think.
"But we can't have her writing negative articles about us," he says as he takes a moment to look at his very little friend. "Especially if we plan to ask for some monetary compensation for Sari."
    He really didn't want to ask for any kind of payment from the humans. Everything he did, he did in the name of goodness and to further improve Cybertronian-Human diplomatic relationships. But Sari was part of the team and his duty as leader was to take care of everyone. And she was a helpless little girl. He needs to take care of her properly and for that he needs human currency. Not much, just whatever is needed for a human to survive. Food, maybe clothes? Water. Oxygen? Medication ... Education? Did she need that? He is not sure but maybe Sari could make him a list later.
For now, there is a reporter he needs to find.
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    You weren't new to doing undercover work. You enjoyed it, pretending to be someone else, getting the information you needed, then going home as if you had lived another life.
    Tonight, it was one of those nights. Where you wore heels, a skirt and a revealing top. Loose hair and lip gloss and a wing to cover your real hair color.
    During the day you were a reporter. Tonight you were a car enthusiast.
"So, would you take me?"
"A beautiful car needs a beautiful woman,"
    You had been talking with a man for fifteen minutes. It's stupid how easy it was to get a man. Just listening to them talk for ten minutes straight without talking usually does the trick.
"And you know, racing is not the only thing I am good at."
    Smiling, not because of his suggestive comment but because you were about to get what you wanted, you were about to make your way inside the car.
    Until bright lights pointing at you ruined the moment.
"What does that freak want?"
    There is a loud sound of engine coming from the large truck. Although the light was bright, you could see a few shades of blue and red.
"This is the police, stand down."
"Shit."
    The man who you were talking to didn't hesitate to turn on his car and speed up. Letting off a train of fumes and leaving you behind.
    Great, now you had to explain that you weren't a hooker but an undercover reporter to the officer.
    Except that this wasn't a cop. It wasn't even a person. But a driverless car. A bot you tragically knew too well.
"So you have come for your revenge after today's press conference?" you ask sarcastically as you begin to walk away. You raised your hand and waved from side to side."Well, you got it. Now leave me alone."
    You can hear the little 'click and clack' of your heels as they impact against the concrete ground. But close by you can still hear the roaring engines. Headlights were still pretty bright and you wondered if he understood human cues. Because this just looks like some guy harassing a woman.
"Not even a 'thank you' for saving you from that guy?" Optimus follows as he drives next to you. "I thought you would be more educated."
"Well, I didn't ask you to save me," you wanted to take bigger steps but you've been walking for so long with your heels that you can't do it anymore. "Is butting into other people's business an Autobot costume?"
"Look I am not going to fall into your tactics," he says. "I just came to say that I think we started off with the wrong pede."
"Oh? Really? Why do you think that?"
"Well, for starters, I think you have the wrong ideas about us," Optimus takes a closer look at you. Wearing a different style than what you wore this morning. "Yes you are right, sometimes we don't do the right thing. But we are new here and we don't know any better."
"So you should be excused for all actions just because of your ignorance?" you feel like you are being observed. Not in a desirable manner but rather a curious one. Optimus didn't have 'eyes' but optics. His vision is probably more enhanced, being a bot and all.  "Is that what you are saying?"
"No, I am saying that maybe you could try and understand us and be more ... lenient whenever you write about us."
"And why would I do that?" you began to feel self conscious. Miniskirts weren't your thing, you liked them but Optimus heavy optics on you wasn't the most comfortable. Maybe it was all your imagination. Besides, you doubted that Optimus could feel attraction towards a human. "Are you going to hurt me if I don't?"
"What? No!"
    You stop walking and suddenly turn to look at him.
"Then I won't change anything."
    He doesn't want to think about it too much but he feels his something inside him short-circuit. Now, he realized he had been staring at you for too long. Particularly interested in your skin. As far as he knows metal and skin don't react the same way to cold. Your material being more sensitive to climate change. He was studying you and all he concluded is that you were cold.
"Why do you care so much about what we do and don't? How does it even affect you?" his engines roar louder.  "We help the humans with crime, cleaning the streets, repairing buildings and other humiliating things without any type of compensation but I don't see you writing about that stuff!"
"Do you know what happens when you and your crew destroy a building?"
"The city repairs it."
"Yes, they do," you walk towards him, aggressively placing your hands on his door. His truck form was too large for you to reach his window. It's not like you were planning to punch him but rather make your point. "But who's money do they use to repair those damages?"
    He stays quiet and you proceed.
"The people's money," using your index finger, you keep poking at him each time you make a statement. "Ever since you and your Autobots got here, things have become way more expensive. Food, gas, bills. There are families who will be homeless because they can't afford to pay rent. All because the city is raising taxes to pay for all the damages you cause."
    His headlights blink every time you keep touching him, with every word that escapes your lips.
"It's already hard enough being a journalist in Detroit and now I have to focus on surviving too. I need to contribute good stories to the newsroom or I won't even have money to buy cigarettes."
    Then, you point off into the distance, the road is clear but dark. Only the city lights illuminated the path but everything had an eerie feel to it .
"And that guy you just scared off? He was my ticket to have a warm meal tonight and you ruined it for me."
    You take your hands off him. His headlights stop blinking.
"So, I am sorry. I am sorry I won't write about how the Autobots are Detroit's heroes and how good they are because they pick up some cans."
    You walk away. Now thinking of whether to spend your last $20 bucks on food or a taxi to take you home.
    At least you can't hear the roaring engine anymore.
As he sees you struggle to keep walking, Optimus notices your shivering. How you tried to cover your backside with your bag and how ever so often your stomach would quietly growl. Although he wasn't an expert on human biology, he knew that meant you were hungry.
    He remembers your words and then Sari's. Although you were struggling to survive, you still somehow managed to help out Sari. A job he is supposed to be doing but failing miserably.
"I– " he drives up to you again. For a second, he doesn't have anything to say. Apologizing won't help you in any way. "Is there any way I can help?"
"Well, unless you can transform into a racing car and take me to do some illegal car racing, I don't think so."
    Behind you, you hear metal shifting. Driving next to you is blue and red ... Corvette? Camaro? Ferrari? You didn't know a single thing about cars but the only thing you knew is that it was a nice looking car. Dynamic, elegant and shiny. Hot and sexy. And a beautiful car needs a beautiful girl.
"Anything else?"
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    It was 3 a.m.
A dark and isolated road on the outskirts of Detroit will be witness to your first car racing. You didn't know a single thing about cars and much less racing. But thankfully for you, your racer is a car. He should know better ... right?
    As a reporter you are supposed to blend in with the crow but with Optimus, you knew that was impossible. All eyes were on you as soon as you drove by the starting line. Wondering who had just joined the car racing scene.
"Everyone is here ... Can't we just arrest them?"
"No, I am not the police.  I am just here to report on things. To inform people this is happening."
You look around the vehicle, there was technology that Earth didn't have. There wasn't a single thing you could understand. Getting nervous, you tried to get some fresh air. Clicking a few random buttons, you hear Optimus make a few displeased growls.
"Would you stop that? You know you are touching my body, right?"
    You quickly stop, not knowing how to feel about being inside a mechanic alien.
"Can you lower the windows then? I am starting to feel a little claustrophobic."
    Optimus does as you told him and now you get a clearer view of your sides. To your right there is a white Camaro with black racing stripes. To your left, a red and white car. The fancy type which brand you didn't know nor care.
"Hey beautiful, when I win let's make out in the back of my car!"
    Hearing that comment, you tell Optimus to roll up the windows again. He quickly didn't hesitate to ask questions.
"What is make out?"
    You see another woman stand in front of the car. Holding a red handkerchief. Extremely beautiful and thin, she made walking in heels look easy. The cars start their engines and you start regretting this.
"If we win this, I'll show you."
"What do we get if we win anyway?"
    Looking at the steering wheel, you think about holding it but then again Optimus seems very decided for you not to touch him. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you shake the thought off your head.
"I get a good story and three thousand dollars."
"Can I have some of that money? For Sari, of course."
"Absolutely but," you look around the car, trying to look for the seatbelt. The race was about to start and you couldn't find it. "Where is the seat-"
    But the race had started, Optimus didn't listen as he sped though the road. You abruptly lay back on the seat. Making mental notes about the situation. The racers, the rules, the cars, the place.
You wished you could enjoy the excitement of the race ... if it only wasn't that your life was held by a threat.
As Optimus makes an abrupt turn, you move from one seat to the other. Almost doing a complete 360.    
"Would you care to drive more carefully?!"
    You rub your head. Feeling like a small bump on the back, you are thankful the windows are tinted dark. No one can see your humiliating falling and bumping into Optimus windows and door.
"Don't you want to win, missy?"
"I can only win if I get to the finishing line ALIVE!"
    As if he wasn't hearing you, he makes another aggressive movement. This time you end up side down, with your head on the feet rest and your legs on the passenger seat.
"THAT'S IT! I AM DRIVING!"
    You straighten up and quickly put your hands on the steering wheel, taking control of the alien mech.
"Hey, missy! Hands off the steering wheel!!"
"I'll do that when you learn how to drive!"
    You fought against his strength, as he moved himself to the opposite side. It wasn't often that you fought against an alien but if your life wasn't in danger you wouldn't do so. Watching all the cars passing by was also alarming, you weren't only going to die but also lose.
"I'll have you know my driving skills have been renowned by the Elite Guard!"
"I don't give a f–"
    He lost control, as you did. The screeching tires against the pavement could be heard as the rubber of them burned. You couldn't react as Optimus crashes against a pine tree. Hitting your head against the steering wheel, you thought you might get a concussion. However, you get enough strength to get out of the car and walk a few meters away from him. It wasn't until all the racing cars had passed you that Optimus transformed back to his robot form.
"I just got a new paint job and a polish!"
    He says as he sees some scratches on his body.
"And you almost killed me!" you put a hand on your head, it hurts as if your whole brain was pulsating. Your sight is dizzy and your body is weak. "I knew it, I knew this wouldn't work out and I still trusted you."
"We wouldn't be here if you had only kept your hands to yourself."
"No, we wouldn't be here if only you had a goddamn seatbelt?!"
    Optimus was also frustrated with the situation. Now he is too far behind to win the race and he needed the money to buy food for Sari. Not only that but after tonight he is going to have to give explanations to the rest of his team. He is probably gonna be made fun of for not having a 'leader-behavior' and they were right. Because why was he here? At first, he just wanted to help you. But it seems you don't want to nor appreciate his effort.
"And why would I? I don't let humans inside me," he points at you, unaware of your delicate state.  "Besides it's not my fault your body is so weak."
"Well, for someone who is supposed to protect life, you certainly do a great," there is clear sarcasm in your voice. You probably shouldn't be fighting against a giant robot but if he were to squish you right now, he would be doing you a favor.
"I don't even know why you are on Earth if you don't even like humans."
"Oh, I like humans, I just don't like you."
"Well, the feeling is mutual."
    You take off your heels and start walking back on the cold pavement. Feeling cold everywhere, you wonder what is going to kill you first. Hypothermia or brain damage.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"We are on the outskirts of the city, you'll get home by the next solar cycle if you walk."
    As much as Optimus dislikes you, he wouldn't let a lady walk alone at night.
"Let me take you home."
"No," now it hurts to breathe. You probably got a few injuries but you tried to hide the pain. The last thing you wanted was to confirm Prime's idea that you were weak. You were, but he didn't have to know. "Just leave me alone."
"Does your pride have no end?" Optimus' words weren't helping either. "Just come inside–"
    He was going to keep talking until he noticed that you had stopped walking. He sees you put a hand on your head and the other on your stomach.
    Suddenly, you lose balance and he quickly reaches a servo out to catch you. He had assumed that most humans should be warm. The coldness of your body was not common. Analyzing you, he sees that you are still breathing but unconscious. You are small on his servo and he feels as though he needs to cover you.
Maybe, you were right ... he should have let you drive.
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    There were many questions in Ratchet's processor. But seeing Optimus' worried face restrained his voice box from instigating the Prime.
"I am not an expert in human biology but my analysis says that she is dehydrated and malnourished. She probably hasn't eaten in days."
    Ratchet sees you in the medical berth. In a deep sleep and weakend, he doesn't know when you will wake up.
"Don't you think it would have been better to take her to a human medical center?"
"I thought about it but while I was driving, she woke up momentarily and asked me not to take her there."
    Optimus had assumed that the reason you didn't want to go to a 'hospital' was due that maybe you didn't have a means to pay for it. The thought alone made him spark ache, he didn't understand why humans would charge for a basic right.
"Well then, make yourself useful and bring her some warm human fuel," Ratchet says. "And maybe some human clothes with more fabric or a blanket."
    Optimus nods, but there is hesitancy. He doesn't move and Ratchet catches on this. His optics are on you as if studying you. Most obvious, there is guilt and worry. He takes a closer look at him. Some part of his paint was ripped off and his metal was scratched.
"Did anything of importance happen?"
"I tried to help her with something but things didn't occur as I planned them."
    There was something he was keeping to himself.
"Did anything else happen?"
"It's just ...," he pauses and the longer he looks at you, the more Ratchet wonders. He has known the boy for some time now. He has seen him at his best and at his worst but this is different. It's like he wants to say or do  something but he can't. Either because he is too timid or because he can't find the right words. But Optimus' eloquence was known through all of Cybertron.
"It's nothing."
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    The smell of chicken noodle soup wakes up. It is an unknown place but you feel warm. Much more than your cold, small apartment. It was a bright room, and underneath was a red, giant medical bed. A white blanket covers your body and the face of a little girl stares right at you.
"Hi!"
    You slowly stand up, your head still hurting but at least you were alive.
"Hey, kid."
    You take a better look at the place around you. At least it wasn't a hospital and for that you were thankful.
"I am Sari! And you must be (Y/N)? We exchanged Autobot information before?"
    The girl was smiling, excited to see you. By hearing her name, you immediately knew what she was referring to. A few weeks ago, you had received a letter from someone, you assumed that it was a kid due to the wacky handwriting and simple vocabulary. Nonetheless, this kid was selling Autobot information to you, some things valuable, others not so much. After learning the truth behind the kid, you decided to help her as much as you could.
"I am guessing this is the secret base of the Autobots?"
    You ask the obvious. You didn't find any other logical explanation as to why there would be such big beds and medical equipment.
"Yeah ... Please, don't tell anyone," Sari says. "Or Optimus is gonna have to threaten you."
"Well, I would like to see him try," you give the little girl a head pat. "But I promise I won't say a word, just because you ask me to."
    This would have been valuable information if it wasn't due that it didn't matter anymore. You were supposed to have a story by today and the only thing you have is a headache. Another day, another non-existent payment. You are gonna have to get used to eating air at this point.
"You should eat," Sari puts the bowl of soup closer to you. "Optimus made it for you and I helped, of course."
    After hearing his name, you quickly turn to look at the little girl. You could tell she was telling the truth but she also had a mischievous smile.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"   
    You weren't about to make a meal go to waste. Picking up the spoon, you start to dig in. It wasn't bad and you wonder if Optimus actually helped at all because you can't imagine someone who is unable to taste human food, being able to make something this good.
"Well, I was wondering ... Will you be staying with us from now on?"
"No," you simply say, too concentrated in eating to think properly. "Why are you asking that?"
"Well, do you want to?"
"Thanks for the offer but I don't think the Autobots would like me here."
"But I can get so lonely sometimes!" Sari puts puppy eyes on her face and you have to admit that it was slowly working. "I need a friend."
"You can still write to me if you would like."
"That's not enough ..."
    Suddenly, you heard loud and big steps approaching from behind you. You didn't want to think about it. If you don't see it, it's not real. But then you hear mechanics moving and you are sure that if you were to turn around, you'll find a very unpleasant faceplate.
"Sari, do not overwhelm our guests," Optimus says. "She's still recovering."
"Don't mind me, I was just leaving."
    Like an animal, you drink the last of your soup and put it next to you.
"Hey um ... About last night, I ..." He pauses and struggles with his words. "I wanted to apologize–"
"No need."
    You stand up and let the white blanket covering you slip off your body. It gets cold immediately and you are tempted to ask if you can stay with the blanket.
"Wait! If you really need to, you can stay here,"
"And become your charity project? No, thank you."
    His faceplate was still very close to yours. Now you can take a closer look at his optics.  You didn't want to admit it but they were quite beautiful. A type of blue not found on Earth. Maybe not even in the entire universe. It was unique to him and you were a bit jealous of his own individuality.
"I am just trying to help."
"I think you have helped enough," you weren't about to fall for his kindness. It was his own stubbornness that put you in this situation. That and that you haven't taken care of yourself properly but he doesn't have to know that. "If I let you help me again, then I'll for sure die."
"If only you would put your pride away, we could help each other–"
"You want to help me? Why? Because you like me? Or to subside your guilt?"
"Because it's the right thing to do."
"The right thing to do?"  You can't stand his righteousness. Pretending to be this all-good creature when you know that can't be. How good can he be when he is the cause of your misfortunes? Not only yours but to a lot of more people. The worst part of it all is that he doesn't seem to want to do anything about it. "Why don't you start by leaving my planet first then?"
    Optimus stares at you and you look back at him. It was a few seconds but to you it lasted minutes.
    He doesn't say anything but slowly moves apart from you and walks away.
You turn to look at Sari who was still sitting close by.
"Sorry you had to see that kid."
"It's alright, but can I tell you something?"
    You didn't want to be here. The sun was probably about to rise and you just wanted to go home. But you couldn't say no to the girl, she seemed too sweet and her situation was still lamentable. You nod, confirming for Sari to continue.
"I've known Optimus for a time now and I can tell you that he is not very well-versed with the ladies," she says.  "He rescued a woman once and she asked for his phone number."
    Tilting you heard, a lot of things crossed your mind. You have so many questions, especially about the kind of woman who would want a machine as something more than a friend.
"And what happened?"
"He gave it to her and she texted him," she raised a small hand, pointing up. "The text said 'Do you think I am pretty?"
"And Optimus texted back saying 'I think you look soft and squeezable. And she never texted back."
    You stopped yourself from laughing. Although a small smile left your lips. You look away for a second and then look back at the young girl.
"Optimus is good at hiding his feelings but you can tell he was sad she never texted him back."
"Why are you telling me this?"
    You finally ask, curious about the story but mostly about Sari's intentions.
"Just so you know that he can be an idiot sometimes but he has a good heart ... Well, spark," Sari's voice becomes more gentle and this caught your attention. This wasn't supposed to be a funny story and now you feel a bit shameful for laughing.
"And I think he just doesn't know how to tell you that."
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The sun was starting to come out.
You took off your heels for a little bit until the cold pavement was too much to handle for your skin.
    You weren't expecting for things to go this way. Wanting to start a new life, away from everything. It was all going smoothly until they arrived. Now you find yourself on a bench, cold and hungry. Waiting for the first bus to take you home.
How much longer did you have to endure?
    You cover your face, ashamed of yourself. Of every decision you have made in your life. This is your reality now. About to be kicked out of your apartment, without a stable job and nowhere to go. No one to talk to.
Your cellphone rings.
    Not recognizing the phone number on the screen, you were hesitant to answer but lastly, you picked it up, things can't get worse anyways.
"It was harder to get a hold of you than I thought."
You recognized that voice.
"But I am glad you are doing fine. How's the city life treating you?"
"How did you find me?"
    You ask as you look around you. No one was out yet. Just a few cars passed by and the tweets of birds could be heard.
"That doesn't matter. I called thinking you may be interested in a job."
"I am not. No matter what you say, I won't go back there."
"Are you sure? I can send you over the first half of the payment right now."
You were in desperate need. He knows that and is taking advantage of that. Your instincts  were begging you to say yes. To just do one more job, to get enough food to survive for a little while until you can get back on your feet. But ...
"I appreciate the offer. But I have to decline."
    There is a long pause.
"We'll keep in touch."
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"Still thinking about that woman?"
    When Ratchet says things like that, it's difficult not to notice the subtle hits in his voice box.
"Perhaps."
    Ratchet can tell many things from the Prime's actions. He wasn't drinking his fuel and in deep thought. At least he wasn't denying the question.
"I am sure you'll see her again," Ratchet says as he pat's Optimus' shoulder plate. "Next time ask for her number."
"It's not like that."
    His cheeks have a slight blue. Very minimal but Ratchet knows better than that.
It was a lively evening in the Autobot's base. With Bumblebee and Sari playing video games while Prowl and Bulkhead stand next to them. Optimus and Ratchet usually watch from the sidelines, never participating but just treasuring the tranquility of the moment.
"If it's not that then what is it?"
"I just ..."
    Optimus hesitates not because he didn't want to tell Ratchet but because he couldn't understand his own feelings. Was it guilt? Curiosity? It's strange and yet both emotions are something he wishes to not feel. He should be worrying about the things he can fix, people he can help.
He shouldn't think about you.
About yesterday night. About the drive back to the base. You laid on his seat, unconscious. Yet you mustered the strength to say three simple words.
"Don't leave me."
And just like that. His spark ached.
Damn you.
    He doesn't have time for this. For all he cares, he hopes to never see you again.
Because how dare you play with his feelings like that?
"I'm going for a drive."
    There was nothing else to do but ride or die.
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More Than Meets the Eye
Ch.2: RedStar Rising Pt.1
TFA Optimus X F!Reader
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Summary: Being a rising journalist is difficult. Especially when you have to live a secret criminal life. Things get worst when you start to fall in love with your enemy, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and hero of Detroit City.
You believe the feelings can't be mutual. Yet, he slowly starts to notice that you are more than meets the eye.
A/N: Lots of yearning. Jealously. Enemies to lovers?? You are a journalist who is also a criminal. Idk. Takes place between Season 1 and 2 of TFA.
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Chapter 2 : RedStar Rising Pt. 1
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Cleaning up the city was not on the Autobots’ favorite thing to do-list. But as they continued to destroy things, there wasn’t much they could do. As Earth’s stemmed guests, and to keep a good Cybertronian-Human diplomacy, they had to do things they weren’t fond of. 
“Come on guys! We can’t slow down!”
They started working in the morning. Non-stop. The sun is starting to die down and the stars are rising. They didn’t have an Energon break. Prime was way too focused on cleaning everything to perfection to even care about his programing demanding fuel. 
“But Boss-Bot, we have been cleaning up piles of junk for hours! We need a break!”
Bumblebee was the first one to complain, but it’s all it took for the rest to follow along. 
“I would certainly need some oil after this,” Ratchet says as Bulkhead smiles at the thought. He too would be delighted to drink some good quality oil.
“No, we need to finish this first. By tonight.”
Optimus insisted, his voice not like his usual self.
“Optimus, the mind and body needs to be properly rested to continue functioning,” Prowl steps forwards, talking directly to Prime who wasn’t acting like his usual self. “Unless, there is a certain urgency or reason behind why you want to finish this up so quickly?”
Yes, he had other reasons. But that doesn’t mean he is ready to tell them. It was hard to express. He can’t tell them that he wants to cause as little disruption as possible to the humans. More specially to a woman he met not so long ago. Now that he has a broader perspective on things he understands how every single doing has an impact on the city. Tragically, you were right. Earth was a safer place before they arrived. 
But he can’t tell them that. He can’t tell them that the reason behind his desperate need to repair what is broken is to help … even if that help is significantly small. 
“You guys are right, but you all go ahead. I’ll stay and finish this up.”
The Autobots look at each other. With wondering and confused faceplates. 
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely.”
Without much objection the Autobots transformed into their vehicle form. 
“See you at the base then.”
They roll out, leaving Optimus to finish things up. 
He looks around. What used to be a hospital building, a place that was made to heal, was turned into debris. They were lucky that they were able to evacuate the humans that resided inside. But after that, not once, he wondered what happened to them. Were they alright? Were they able to continue their healing process? Were they still … alive?
Up until now, he had paid no attention to that matter. His spark feels ashamed as he remembers his past. 
Ultra Magnus was right … He was no hero. 
Optimus keeps working. Moving big rocks, wires and dust. It was getting late. The night had fallen and the stars decorated the dark sky. He thought of going home, recharging and then coming back early in the morning. But as he was moving the last debris of the night, he found something shining underneath it. A small fragment of the AllSpark. 
He holds it on his servo and before he could call it a night, he feels something impact him from the back. 
Optimus falls to the ground, the fragment escapes from his servo, rolling away from him. Turning slowly, his optics focused on a tall purple figure. 
“Slipstream."
Optimus' voice is weak, the strike behind his back still affecting him. 
The femme bot walks past Optimus, making her way to the fragment. Slowly, picking it up, a proud smile decorated her faceplace. Her snarky pose infuriated the Prime but he was too hurt to do something about it. 
“Well, I’ll be taking this.”
Quickly transforming into her jet form, she flies to the sky while Optimus curses for not being able to keep up with her. 
“Looks like you are not good with lady bots either.”
It’s a full moon. But all he could see was strings of short red hair. Black suit with a white mask and red lipstick that could be as bright as the sun. The figure uses a line-launcher, sending a rope and attaching it to the forehead of the bot who was still laying on the group. Ziplining her way, fearlessly, she ends up right in front of Optimus optics. 
“Thankfully, for you, I could teach better manners.”
A villain or a hero? Optimus couldn’t tell but he had his suspicions. He has the suspicious lady right in front of him. He watches as she elegantly steps in the ground, bringing back her line launcher to her belt. Finally allowing him to stand up straight. 
“And you are?” 
Optimus asks, this was not the best time to be bothered but the woman’s appearance caught his interest. 
“That’s not of importance. I know you and that’s all that matters.”
She speaks in a seductive voice. Her confidence was admirable, being able to stand in front of a giant robot whose intention is unknown was something to be applauded for. 
“And how do you know me?”
Without notice, the mysterious figure uses her line-launcher again, this time pointing at Optimus’ shoulder. Quickly, she moves through the wind and closes the massive height difference. She takes a seat on Optimus’ shoulder, his face-plate quite close. 
“I read about you in the newspaper. Besides, where else would I find such a tall, handsome mech?”
Even when he was aware of his aesthetically pleasing appearance, he still wasn’t used to compliments. In Cybertron, saying such things to other Autobots was not fit in society. On Earth, it was a different story. It was a sign of interest, of courting. And he didn’t know how to feel about that. 
“What do you want?”
“I think we can help each other,” she says, enjoying the fact that she made the Leader of the Autobots blush. “Slipstream and I have unfinished business. But I am kinda small and can’t fight her myself. You help me take her down and I can tell you where she is.”
“What if you just tell me where she is and I do the rest?” Optimus still doesn’t dare to look at her. Instead he focuses on her warm body on his shoulder and her voice near his audio receptors. “No offense but I don’t enjoy putting humans in danger. Much less involve them in Autobot and Decepticon affairs.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little bit too late for that?”
She looks to the side and Optimus follow’s her eyes. The hospital building was destroyed and still a proof of the irreversible damage the Autobots have caused. Simply because they couldn’t keep their ‘affairs’ within Cybertron. 
“Besides, I am no regular human. I can take care of myself,” she says. “I just need a ride and you need directions.”
Optimus keeps looking at the building. He can rebuild it many times but how many will it be torn down again? How many others would be injured because of his actions? If he accepts, then he might endanger another human life. But if he lets Slipstream have the fragment of the AllSpark, he would be endangering many more. 
“Where to?”
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The roads are quiet, especially when there is no path to follow. Just trees and a few hills to go around. This time, Optimus has decided to take more into consideration a person’s safety. This time including a seat belt for the passenger and driver seats. Even when his guest didn’t seem interested in them. 
“You can go faster if you would like,” she puts her legs on his board. Now he notices her heels, pointy.  “I want to get there soon.”
“I would feel more comfortable speeding if you put on the seatbelt.”
Optimus takes a moment to inspect the lady who sits comfortably on his passenger seat. She wore a short black dress made of a fabric that looks shiny but durable. Adjusting to her body, enhancing her curves but also flexible and easy to move around. She also wore black gloves with the palms being red just like the bottom of her heels. 
“Oh, it's the Leader of the Autobots concerned about my safety?” She puts her hand on his shift gear. “I am flattered.”
It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling but he would rather feel the flesh and warmth of human skin and not the coldness of gloves. It’s not like he was craving contact but he wouldn’t mind either. Especially when she was being so gentle about it. 
“Not so long ago, I had a not so pleasant experience with a human who got hurt while she was inside my vehicle mode,” he says. “I just don’t want a repeat.” 
“How considerate of you,” she has a certain curiosity. She touches him in a peculiar way, as if she was afraid to hurt him.  “Are you like this with everyone or just people you like?”
“Does it make a difference?”
“More than you think, bot-boy.”
He can’t believe he is getting nervous. 
“Just tell me what you know.”
The mysterious woman smiles as she stops with the touching. Leaving him wanting for more. 
  “Slipstream has secretly been building copies of herself with an abandoned government laboratory. All she needs is a fragment of the AllSpark to turn her plans into reality.”
“And how do you know this stuff?”
“That’s my job, I just know things. You just have to trust me.”
There is a beeping sound coming from her GPS device. Signalling to them that their desired location was nearby. If they weren’t on a mission, this place could be a nice hangout place. Optimus likes the city but he also enjoys the pretty views of nature. 
“Well, I can’t be very trusting if all you say is vague responses, lady.” 
“Alright then, what if we drop formalities?” she takes her feet off the board, excitement in her voice. “I’ll call you Optimus. Calling you by your first name should build a stronger sense of trust.”
“And what should I call you, then?”
“If we make it out of this alive, I’ll tell you,” she makes a little pause and then puts a string of her hair back in her ear.  “A little something to keep you motivated. Unless you want me to give you something else?”
“What else could I want from an organic?”
“Well, a little affection wouldn’t hurt you,” as if she was reading his mind, she takes one of her gloves off and slowly passes her fingertips through his board, brushing a few buttons on the way.  “When was the last time someone caressed your chassis?”
“That’s not a topic to be discussed with a lady!”
His headlights start blinking, his processor stops functioning for a second. 
“You are so fun to tease, you must be really popular with the femme bots … and ladies alike.”
She whispers way too close to his window, the warmth of her breath against the coldness of his window made him feel … uncertain. 
“Just concentrate on the mission at servos.”
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The cave was well hidden. It would have been impossible to find if you didn’t have a localizer. 
Optimus takes a look at the lady in front of him, who blended perfectly with the night. Only the moonlight and the stars illuminated the area. 
“Would it be too late to ask you to stay here and let me handle things?”
Optimus asks once again.  
“The fact that you are even insinuating such a thing is an insult to my persona.”
Optimus ex-vents and looks inside the cave. It’s dark but from here he can hear the steps of Slipstream. 
“You handle Slipstream and I’ll get the AllSpark fragment. Sounds good enough for you?”
She takes out a large metal stick and moves it skillfully. Her eyes land on him, waiting for an answer.
“Let’s do this.”
The element of surprise was their best option as Optimus uses his integrated ion blaster to shoot anything that didn’t look Autobot friendly. Starting with the many duplicates of Slipstream in many capsules. The femme copy of Starscream was not expecting this but she wasn’t going to let him demolish everything she worked for so easily.
“If you are destroying this place, I’ll take you down with it!”
Slipstream clicks a few keys on her massive computer, on the screen, a timer appears. 
One minute until detonation. 
But it was just not that. It had become too late and the Slipstream copies had become alive. 
You were nowhere to be seen but the fragment of the AllSpark was right in the middle of the base. Encapsulated in a crystal case. 
Using his ax, Optimus looks around only to find himself surrounded by copies and not a single trance of you. 
Had you left him behind?
As one of the copies points her integrated laser gun at Optimus, he knew he won’t be able to cover himself from the attack. He just hoped that it wouldn't be strong enough to take him down. 
But as the projectile was about to impact his face plate, he saw a tiny human protecting him. Directing the bullet to the crystal box the AllSpark fragment resided in, shattering into pieces and free to grasp.
“That is as much force as my energy pole will be able to take!” the woman takes out a gun. It didn’t look human-made but as she shot, the damage of the bullet made the same impact as a Cybertronian weapon would. “Get the fragment, I’ll cover you!”
He didn’t hesitate and felt strange at the thought of feeling safe with a human. Regardless, he quickly stretched out a servo while he used his axed to protect any other incoming projectiles. 
30 seconds. 
“A good leader knows when to retreat.”
Slipstream transforms into her jet mode, flying out of the cave with a stream of chemtrails following behind her. It was hard to see now. Projectiles were coming from all directions as the other bot copies kept shooting their ion cannons. 
Optimus gets a hold of the AllSpark fragment. And as soon as he does he transforms into his vehicle mode. Moving in a way where she ended inside on the passenger seat, he adjust the seat belt for her and starts driving.
10 seconds. 
But another projectile was following them. Without taking into consideration Optimus' wishes, the woman in black decides to take off the seatbelt and come out of the window. Climbing on top of him. 
“Are you crazy? Get inside!”
She takes out her energy pole and using all of her strength, she swings it. All the kinetic energy that had been stored from the previous attack has been released by impacting it by the incoming projectile. Not only destroying it but also giving them the impulse that they needed to get out of the cave just in time. 
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“Did you see the Slipstream face?! She leaked her exhaust pipe for sure!”
Optimus moves freely as he was excited that this mission went so smoothly. 
“You weren’t too far behind, you looked so worried the moment I didn’t show up.”
The sun is starting to rise. 
After the mission, she insisted on going sightseeing. She knew a spot. An abandoned handing bridge. It wasn’t big compared to the other populated ones but it was peaceful. With pine trees on the side and a small river passing under. The sunrise in front of them. 
Optimus had to mass-displace. Not because the bridge was unsteady or small but because he felt the need to feel a bit closer to her and see the world as she does. 
They sit on the edge of the bridge, their feet hanging as they look into the horizon. 
Both looking at the vastness of the sky, she decides to break the silence. 
“Do you ever miss your home?”
“Yes, all the time. But I know I am doing a greater good for Cybertron if I stay here,” Optimus doesn’t look at her but instead looks at the beautiful scenery in front of him. It was peaceful, something he wanted to protect. 
“The Decepticons are out there planning something. Cybertron and Earth will not be safe if we don't stop them.”
“Would you leave Earth, once that’s done?”
“Well, if there’s nothing left to do here and its people are safe, then yes,” Optimus feels the wind on his faceplate. It’s cold but he doesn’t mind. But he unconsciously gets closer to the lady, shielding her from the winds,  just in case it was too cold for her. “Don’t tell me you’ll miss me?”
“We only met a few hours ago, do not flatter yourself.”
“You have to admit, I think you and I make a good partnership,” Optimus says. “I wouldn’t mind adding an extra member to the team.”
“Sorry, but I do things solo most of the time,” she lets out a heavy sigh, alamo enamored of the view. “Besides I have other things I want to do.”
“What other things, lady?”
She seems hesitant as she takes a few seconds to respond to the question. She took so long to respond that Optimus thought she might not answer. Feeling awkward, he was about to change subject until she spoke again.
“I want to become a writer. Someone who tells the truth,” she says and Optimus finally dares to look at her. He has never been one to find organics to be aesthetically pleasing to look at. However, he has seen humans as squishy and soft looking. He didn’t think of the females to be as winsome as femme bots.
But right now, her eyes shine with the sunlight. And for a moment, Optimus believed he could see the entire universe in her eyes. 
“But to do that, I have to do something first.”
She looks at him, breaking his trance and making a look away. 
“Is there any way I can help?”
She stands up and Optimus immediately hopes she won’t leave him. He had enjoyed their time together and he wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. 
Instead, she stands in front of him. Even after had mass-shifted, he was still 10 feet tall. But he was sitting and this allowed him to see her face to faceplate. She is getting close and she reaches out a hand. Touching his cold frame, moving her fingers through his faceplate, expecting it. Looking directly at his optics, he didn’t mind. Not one bit. 
“Maybe you can … But in a different way.”
Her face gets closer and closer. Her lips touch his faceplate, leaving trails of red lipstick. Optimus was surprised he is letting her have her way. Shouldn’t he feel repulsed? Shouldn’t he have pushed her away? Maybe he has been on Earth too long and has missed the warmth of a partner. 
This wasn’t right. He couldn’t allow himself to indulge with someone he barely knows. But Primus, he was enjoying it too much. Her warmth was a special one. Not even the fragment of the AllSpark on his servo could compare. It was just a speck of heat compared to the touch of your bare lips.
How much he craved for her to just finish his torment and allow him to taste them. 
And as he looks at her, wishing for more, he closes his Optics. Allowing her to do with him as she wished. He just needs a single kiss–
He can’t move. 
“My theories were right,” you say as you give him a small pat on his faceplate. “Men and male bots are so easy to use.”
Optimus tries to move but is unable. Feeling rather dizzy and sleepy. 
“The pheromones on my lipstick can make any living being enter a state of paralysis,” she walks in front of him, effortlessly moving on the edge of the bridge, with agility that made Optimus know that she trained a lot to be able to make moves like that without being afraid. “With some side effects of sleepiness but don’t worry it only lasts a couple of hours.”
“I must thank you. I didn’t expect it to work on Autobots so you were a great test object. But due to your height, I had to use more product,” she makes her way next to him. Grabbing his restarlueus and her hands make her way to his servo. He is helpless against her touch as much as he tries to fight it, he can’t move. 
“Good thing I had built an immune system against it. Otherwise I would also be falling asleep as of right now.”
She opens his right servo, revealing the AllSpark fragment.
“You were absolutely amazing. I’ll be taking this,” she says “And thank you for the help.”
The lady starts to walk away as Optimus’ optics start to slowly close. He can’t believe he had fallen for this. His confusion starts to become anger and betrayal. Two things that should never be mixed together. 
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she turns to look at him. A devilish smile decorates her face. Now all Optimus wants to do is erase her memories. “A deal is a deal.”
“RedStar.”
She says and that’s all Optimus could remember before falling on his back and drifting on a deep sleep.
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There was so much shame on Optimus’ shoulder to even mention what happened to the Autobots. 
But of course, he had to explain in some way or another why he had arrived home until the next day. 
He didn’t mention certain details. Just the basics. And everyone else deemed the night as a simple ‘Boss-Bot Shenanigans.’ Meeting Slipstream, meeting a mysterious lady, teaming up with lady to defeat Slipstream, winning, lady turning out to be a bad person who just used him for her own benefits, lady taking the AllSpark fragment, Optimus paralyzed. The end. 
And Optimus was more than happy to accept his mistake, learn from it and never do it again. 
However, the shame was still present. It was his fault after all. Supid enough to believe that he could ever …
“Do you agree, Prime?”
Captain Carmine Fanzone had invited the Autobots to the police station  to request for their help. He had called a meeting in which all the Autobots had provided their undivided attention. All except for Optimus who was too deep in thoughts. He thought he could ask for details later. It’s not like he can’t say no when humans ask for aid, that's the reason why they are here after all. 
“Yes,” he simply says but that answer didn’t seem too convincing for the Head of Detroit’s Police Department. 
They couldn’t go inside as the place was too small for them. However, they prepared a table for them outside the station. With donuts, and oil. The table was small and they couldn’t eat the donuts but it's not like they were expecting to get a 32 feet tall table just for them. But the warm oil was a nice touch. 
“Well then, just to recap … The American Government has warned us that an anti-robot terrorist group called S.T.E.A.M. plans to launch different attacks on Detroit city to protest against Sumdac’s creations taking over the city,” Fanzone had a white board, explaining the situation. “But we have someone who has an insider on S.T.E.A.M. and they are willing to release information about the location of the attacks.”
“So, you want us to escort this person to meet with the insider?”
Ratchet asks who, although he usually is the one to careless about humans, he knows when something is important and deserves his attention. 
“Yes but to also be ready to dismantle any attacks that might endanger the city.”
“Won’t it be easier for the insider to just tell us the information and we can just go and take down the bombs in the city or whatever?” Bumblebee raises a servo as he looks down at Fanzone. He didn’t have a particular thought about the Captain. He wasn’t good or bad in his opinion. But the fact that he had reached out for help when he wasn’t found by ‘machines’ spoke volumes of the seriousness of the situation. 
“No, they are only willing to talk in person and with the individual they have been exchanging information with,” he points at the board to a picture of a faceless person. “If any police officer goes or is seen, the deal will be off and we will be risking millions of lives.”
He moves his marker to a drawing. A very comical depiction of the police and money. “Whoever decides to escort this person, they also need to keep in mind that you will be escorting 5 Million Dollars. It’s all part of the deal.”
Everyone looks at Optimus who seemed deep in thought. He doesn’t have the luxury of time to think things through but he thought of the many possibilities. Of what could go wrong and how each team member would handle things in case he can’t communicate. 
“I’ll go,” the Prime finally speaks up.  “Bumblee, we will need your speed in case there are multiple bombs to deactivate. Ratchet stays alert in case anyone gets hurt. Prowl, you’ll stay in base to be our main source of communication in case my Comm-Link gets intercepted. Bulkhead, protect Sari and any human who might need assistance. Things might get really bad.”
“Loud and clear Boss-Bot,” Bumblebee salutes as everyone agrees with his plan. 
“Who’s the person who I have to escort?” 
He looks at Fanzone who looks at the entrance of the police station. At the perfect timing, you come out of the doors. Quickly looking around the area, only for your eyes to land on the Autobots and one in particular you did not like.
“...You have to be kidding me.”
Optimus says to himself but it was loud enough for his teammates to hear. 
“Nop,” you say as you walk towards Fanzone.  “Not happening.”
“Ms. (Y/N), we talked about this,” he says. “A police officer can’t go with you, we don’t know what kind of security measures will be taken. If they find out, we’ll be risking the whole city. And you can’t go alone either. What if something happens to you? An Autobot is the perfect cover and protection.”
“Protection? He almost killed me last time we did illegal c–”
You stop talking. Knowing that probably it wasn’t a good idea to tell a police officer about doing illegal car racing with a robot alien. 
“Make out!”
Optimus quickly intercepted, as he also didn’t want Fanzone to know you two did illegal car racing. He didn’t want to give him another reason to dislike the Autobots. 
“We illegally make-out!”
You look at Fanzone at the horrified look on his face. Then there was confusion and then a combination of the two. 
“It’s not what you think!”
Trying to save your reputation, you stand in front of him. But it was futile, in his mind, you had already done other things with the Autobot Leader. 
“I would never do such things with him!”
You point at Optimus who although didn’t know why you were so hectic, he enjoyed your display of distress. 
“Excuse me? You were touching me all night long!” He acts unfazed and even offended. His words only made you redder on the cheeks, it was pleasing to look. “You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Shut up!”
“What is make-out?”
Bumblebee suddenly asks. 
Optimus wished he knew the answer to that. 
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Against your will, tomorrow, Optimus and you will go on a small trip to meet with the S.T.E.A.M insider. 
You lay on your bed, looking at the ceiling as if it had the answers to your problems. 
Your phone rings again.
“I am not doing this anymore.”
You quickly say, you didn’t need to look at the caller’s name. He never missed to call you at the same time. 
“That’s fine but just remember that Alex and his family might receive a visit from us if you don’t cooperate.”
As you hear your ex-lover’s name, your heart aches. They had threatened you with his life before, this past mission you did it because of him. Now his family is getting involved. You had promised a very long time ago to protect the peaceful life he worked so hard to get. 
 “And it won’t be a nice reunion.”
You were tired. You thought you had left your old life behind, that you could start new. But no matter where you go, it always catches up to you. 
“How much more do I have to do for you guys to leave me alone?”
“If you do everything we do, you  might be out faster than you think. You just have to trust us.”
“I have trusted you before and where has that led me?”
“It’s your only option,” he says as he makes a small pause. “Besides, wasn’t the monetary compensation we sent enough for you?”
You look over at the table next to you. Yes, they had given you a good amount of money to live well for the next couple of months for successfully obtaining the fragment of the AllSpark. Dirty money you think of never using it or just donating it to charity. 
“Just a couple more missions. And everyone will be safe.”
You look at the money on your bedside board, next to it, a picture of you, Alex and his family. Your hands were tied. 
“...What kind of mission?”
“I’ll send a package soon with the details.”
Adverting your sight from the picture frame to your wall, you see your black dress. Boots, a pair of gloves, a mask and a short red wig. A symbol of your past. Always a part of you. 
“Welcome back, RedStar.”
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A/N: I’ll get back to the Darkest Hour, it’s just that I finished watching Transformers Animated and it has taken over my brain-rot. 
Sorry for any grammatical and spelling mistakes, I don’t proofread. 
And thank you all for the lovely comments and support! It really helps me to stay motivated to continue writing things that I like to write and you all like to read.
That’s all for now. Until the next story!
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The Darkest Hour
Ch.4: Guardian
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.4: Guardians
     It was rather quiet at the base. Ratchet sometimes would look at the hangar's elevated floor. He thought he would see you there. He didn't find you as annoying as other humans. You were rather curious. Asking about all things Cybertronian. It was like talking to a child sometimes but he didn't mind explaining especially when you had questions about Cybertronian biology.
    He didn't want to admit it but he-
Beep. Beep.
"Oh? I got a video from (Y/n)!"
    Ratchet hears Jack exclaim from the sofa and this immediately gets his attention.
"I don't have enough time. I have been abducted by Decepticons. I'll lead them to the relic located in Fingal's Cave, Northern Ireland two days from now. Retrieve my cell phone from my house. I am sorry."
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    You didn't have time.
You rapidly click 'sent' before breaking your laptop in half. You know they were coming for you and as soon as you heard the doors open, you quickly grabbed one cigarette.
    Two Decepticons dragged you across the Nemesis. You couldn't walk a lot, probably due to a broken bone or something else.
    It took about three minutes to reach another door. Everything looked the same except for a few purple colors and other doors that had guards.
    One of the doors opened and the two Decepticons pushed you inside, making fall to the floor.
"What is our status with the machine?"
"We still need to make modifications. The human mind is different from that of a Cybertronian," Knockout tried his best to figure out a way to make his machinery work. "Getting into her memories will be difficult without the proper materials."
"Then I trust that you will be making progress soon, Knockout."
    The lights in the room blinded you.  Not because they were too bright but due that you were deprived of light for two days.
    Two Decepticons carried you by the arms, you were too weak to walk, your stomach hurts, your head too and your energy was low.
"Prisoner was seen scavenging on the vault."
"I was looking for food!" you muster all the strength you had to defend yourself. "I've been here for two days and haven't eaten a thing."
"Wasn't the Energon cup I left on your cell enough?"
    The Decepticon was an automobile that you found a bit strange but you didn't have the right mind to question it. Things were just the way they were.
"Humans don't eat Energon, I'll die! Shouldn't you be smart enough to know that?"
    A taller figure walks in front of you. His steps made the entire floor move but you had gotten used to the feeling of it. He studies you, walks around you and his optics pierce through your soul.
"The fact that you are still standing after yesterday's event is admirable. I wouldn't expect anything less from Optimus' pet."
    You didn't like the sound of that but you were too tired to fight it. Your body is in pain from all the bruises and maybe a few other injuries. They had beat you up after you refused to speak. It wasn't for a long time, Megatron seemed to know that you would be a difficult one.
"What were you looking for in the vault?"
    Megatron asks and you don't say a word. You look away.
"I won't ask again," he gets closer to your face. So close that you could see his optics and the mechanics behind it. There wasn't a single thing that didn't move as small as it seemed. Everything had a function and it fascinated you. "What were you looking for in the vault? Was it your bag? Anything of importance in there?"
    You took a few seconds to respond and you raised a hand. You slowly opened it, putting one cigarette in front of his face.
"What is this ... artifact?"
    Megatron takes the cigarette in his hand, inspecting it.
"I was looking for my bag ... because I wanted that. It makes me less hungry."
    The Decepticon leader drops the cigarette on the floor and steps on it. Crushing your hopes.
"Pain may not be enough to make you speak," Megatron keeps looking at you and as much as you would like to keep the eye-staring contest, you struggle to keep your eyes open.
"But let's wait and see how you react after hunger takes over you."
"I won't talk."
    It hurts to even do so.
"Oh, but all of this would be so much easier if you did," he turns around and walks towards a berth. One that is not completely functional. At least it doesn't work with humans. Yet. "Regardless, we'll get what we want. Talk or do not talk, the choice is yours."
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    It has been a couple of days since you had left the base. It has been quiet around here without you. The kids can be a bit nosey but nothing the Autobots couldn't handle.
    Optimus wonders what you would do if you were here. Would you be on your laptop? Maybe have a conversation with him? If you wanted, he could talk to you for hours, giving you information about Cybertronian culture. In exchange, he could ask you about human traditions. After the talk you two had about the human process of creating life, he was particularly curious about the human body.
    He had just come back from patrol duty with Bumblebee when he heard a lot of talking between his Autobot friends.
"Optimus!"
    Ratchet's preoccupied voice was something he wasn't fond of. It could mean two things. One, someone had messed up with one of his experiments. Two, bad news.
"(Y/N) has been captured by the Decepticons!"
Or three. Horrible news.
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Bombs. Guns. Granades.
Screams. Fire. Blood. Pain. 
    When you were told that you were going to report on the war in a faraway land, you were excited. This was going to be your big step. The thing that will mark your career forever.
And it did mark you. Forever. But in ways you thought unimaginable.
It wasn't until you saw men, women and children being killed that you truly realized how stupid the world really is. It's a war and no one ever wins. So why? Why?
"Will I ever stop ... being so useless?"
    Another day of not eating.
You didn't know when you were going to start to hallucinate. Maybe you already were. You wished you could smell the outside air. You had not realized how different the air is when the majority of living creatures occupying the area are alien robots. It's a different type of smell. Clean and sanitized, kinda like the smell of a hospital but with a more metal element to it.
    The doors from your prison cell open. You are thankful because you hated the dark. Not really a phobia but many thoughts cross your mind when there is no light around you.
    Megatron slowly makes his way towards you.
He is not that intimidating. Are you afraid? Yes, of course. But if you had to compare, Optimus had a more menacing frame. Although Megatron's eyes could frighten anyone, the way he moves and presents himself does not imply any harm. You won't underestimate him. Not a bit.
"I won't say a word."   
    You say as you look at him. You sat in a corner, nothing was tying you down. Not like it matters, it's not like you could do much against giant robots.
"I did not come here for that," his voice is way less intimidating. In different circumstances, Optimus could very well have been the villain. "I have come for a small conversation."
"If you think you can manipulate me into talking-"
"I would rather like to call it ... convincing you with words."
    You knew this was going to be an interesting conversation.
"Words are powerful."
    You say as he stands in front of you. You don't stand up, having a nice view of his posture. You can tell so much by the way someone moves.
"Agreed."
    You wait for a few seconds, keeping eye contact. The room didn't look so dark now as Megatron had this purple aura that surrounded him.
    You didn't know what he wanted but you were waiting for him to speak. But he was also studying you, trying to find the best way to talk to you.
"Eons ago, I was a young gladiator trying to survive."
    Out of everything, you didn't imagine Megatron to be a storyteller. Oh, but how much you loved a good tale. Especially the ones about myths and legends of great warriors doing the impossible. Even if it's a story about a bot becoming a destroyer of worlds.
"Every day, as I exited the pit after killing comrades, I would watch the upper classes cheer for me."
    He seems to remember the cheers, the chanting crowds. But his optics had changed, for a second, he was lost. Going back to those moments. There is some fear in them and you didn't know if he was being honest or it's another manipulation tactic.
"But what was there to cheer for? I had massacred Cybertronians. Someone like me and them."
    You didn't doubt his words. At least there is some truth to them, you could tell as much.
"I would kill as I watched them eat the best kind of Energon. Drink the rarest of oils and wear the highest of tech accessories."
    Megatron gets closer to you but he never kneels. He still believes he is above you. It's comical. Telling you stories about the inequality he suffered when there will never be a time he will see you as equal.
"Do you know what that feels like? Being tortured if you failed? Your spinal cord breaking and have no spare parts to repair it? While I see others throw parts into the pit, like their lives meant nothing."
    Rage. He is filled with it. Finally, an emotion you could sympathize with or at least recognize. You didn't break eye contact nor were afraid. If he wanted to kill you, he had done so a very long time ago. You are more curious and in awe at the being in front of you.
    His metal was damaged and scratched, his tall figure and spiky demeanor. He appears to be fierce, he had to be, otherwise he wouldn't be here. But you can't help and wonder if he had been allowed a different life, would he be different?
"I don't fight for freedom," Megatron says. "I fight for my survival."
    You sigh heavily and your eyes show nothing but exhaustion. You muster the strength to speak. You can't give him anything but your sympathy.
"... You must be so tired."
    You must be hallucinating because for a moment you could have sworn you saw something else in those red eyes.
    Megatron turns around, no longer allowing you to see his face.
"Optimus was just like those Cybertronians I hated and he continues to be one. The system I fight to break, he continues to fight to repair it."
He steals a glance your way and he notices your concern.
"He was part of the crowd. Enjoying every match, every death. Laughing as it happened. How did you think we met?"
    He walks back towards you but you notice his steps have become slower. The floor didn't tremble as much as if he was being careful without knowing.
"Oh? Didn't he tell you?"
    You part your sight away from his. After a heavy sigh, you take up the courage to look at him again.
"We've been looking for ancient Cybertronian relics," you don't have another option. You had to sacrifice a little bit of truth to survive. "We don't know their function yet but we believe that they might be parts of something bigger."
"And do you know the location of these relics?"
"Just of one, the rest of the information is on my cellphone."
    He seems to be interested now or rather atypical about your wording. He probably doesn't know certain terminology.
"And where is this cellphone you speak of?"
    You muster a smile. You know Megatron can be a great negotiator, but so are you.
"If you want to know, I'll have my bag. With my cigarettes."
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Fingal's Cave, Northern Ireland.
    The night is dark and full of mysteries. Especially in dark caves where the waves of the sea clash against the rocks. It would have been a perfect vacation, had you not been kidnapped by evil alien robots. This might be nothing for them, maybe just a nice bubble bath. But to you? It's a certain death. You don't even know how to swim.
    You stand next to Megatron. Behind you, there are a few warrior Decepticons. It was cold and humid and your intrusive thoughts made you want to jump into the crazed waves.
"The relic should be right there," you point to one of the walls and Megatron quickly looks at his army. It took only one look for them to know what they were supposed to do. Excavate.
You waited for a few seconds and noticed how fast they were putting away rocks and dust. Soon they will reach the relic and once they have what they want they will take you back to the Nemesis.
    Suddenly, a green moving circle appears on the other side of the cave. You are a bit relieved. For a moment you genuinely thought they wouldn't appear.
    It's the first time you see a ground bridge. It's beautiful and even more the aliens coming out from it. Tall, big, strong. Everything you weren't and for a moment you feel guilty. They shouldn't be here. They shouldn't be worrying about an insignificant life such as yours.
"Took you all long enough."
    Optimus stands in front of his team. A battle mask covers half of his face, he looks fierce. You had never seen him like this before. He was intimidating and you were a bit scared of what he could do.
"Let (y/n) go, Megatron."
"Did you bring her cell phone?"
    A shiver runs down your spine. You look up at him and he looks at you. Your eyes and his optics meet for a second. Unable to control your confusion, your voice betrayed you. With Megatron, showing emotion is a fatal mistake.
"What? How do you-"
"Nothing happens in the Nemesis without me knowing. Or do you think I was careless enough to leave your cell-door open?" his voice resonates within the containment of the cave. Not even the waves crashing could subside his voice. "I wanted you to contact them so they could do all the work for me."
"I am sure you must have led them to other relics. If they want you, they must turn them in as well."
    You began to panic, your plan was crumbling. It was your fault for believing you could outsmart a million-years living creature.
"It's not true! They don't have them, I never-"
"We have one."
    If looks could kill, your eyes would have killed Optimus. In fact, the Autobots have two relics. Optimus is lying and although a part of you is glad to know he could lie, right now you wish he had stayed quiet.
"Then you know what you must do."
    Megatron suddenly picks you up, putting you a few meters above the water level.
    You didn't know what to say. There was no guarantee that after receiving the relic, Megatron would let you go safely. Most importantly, you didn't understand. Why would the Autobots risk losing a valuable item over a human? There were many of you and only a few of those artifacts.
    Optimus doesn't hesitate and uses his comm-link. Speaking clearly, he calls Ratchet, ordering him to bring one relic through the ground bridge.
    Meanwhile, you see the Decepticons work on obtaining the other relic. They must be close as their excavation has become slower, maybe due that they do not want to damage the relic.
    You try to find a way to break free but Megatron's grasp is too strong.  Your body has started giving up, you haven't eaten in four days and your mouth tastes like cigarettes.
    After a few tense minutes, Ratchet comes from the groundbridge, holding the white pot that contained the relic. You instinctively move your head from side to side. You didn't want to be the reason they lost it.
"Starscream, retrieve the relic and the cell phone."
    You didn't notice the Commander before. Your senses must be failing you by now. He passes by Megatron and you know that if he could, he would push the leader of the Decepticons into the water.
"My pleasure, my liege."
    And as he passes by, you can see Ratchet's disappointed face. All of their faces, as a matter of fact. You hated being useless and being used. You thought that staying quiet was the best option. But after seeing Optimus hand down your cell phone to Starscream and his cocky smile, you couldn't have it.
"Just go!" you scream, hoping that your voice is loud enough. "I'll figure it out! You don't have to do this!"
    But it's like they weren't paying attention. Like your opinion didn't matter at all. Like you were a liability that had to be taken care of, not listened to.
    Ratchet hesitantly gives the white ceramic pot to Starscream who aggressively takes it in his claws. He happily walks back to his Master as if he had finished completing the hardest of missions.
"You have what you wanted. Now let her go!"
    Optimus threatens Megatron but it only amuses him. He looks at you, taking a few seconds to appreciate your face one last time.
"Lord Megatron, we have retrieved this place's relic."
    Starscream says as the army of Decepticons had successfully extracted the artifact and that's everything Megatron needed to hear.
"A deal it's a deal," Megatron crossed optics with Optimus.  "But this is for lying."
    He opens his claws, letting you go and dropping you into the wild waves.
    Megatron watches as Optimus jumps to save you. A selfless act, very much like him. What he was doing for you, he would do for anyone else. But there was something about it. Something that Megatron knew would catch Optimu's attention. Whatever it was, he would figure it out eventually. For now, he will let Prime have you. To let him enjoy his human pet as much as he can. Before taking you away.
"Next time, bring me all the relics you have, Prime. Or she will pay the price."
    Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee didn't even hesitate to go after him. They focused on helping Optimus and it was too late regardless. Megatron was already one step inside the groundbrige, ready to go back to the Nemesis.
"How did you know they had more relics?" Starscream walks behind Megatron, curious about his actions.
"I didn't," he says. "It's all a bet. Besides ..."
    Megatron stops walking and quickly glances back. Getting a glimpse of Optimus coming out of the water, holding your fragile body.
"She's not half bad."
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    The first thing that crossed your mind after waking up was ... work.
Fowler told you to not worry about it and that things had been taken care of.
    You didn't want to ask any further.
Especially after learning that you could no longer go back to your home.
    It took you a couple of days to recover.
Falling into the wild waters of Fingal's Cave had done more injuries than the ones the Decepticons inflicted on you. Your body crashed a few times into rocks before Optimus rescued you.
     But the pain in your body did not compare to the disappointment you feel.
    You couldn't even look at the Autobots without feeling ashamed.
Now you can't even go home now.
"I apologize as for you now have to remain here. But it must be in your best interest to stay since the Decepticons know of your home location."
    You didn't hear Optimus come through the rooftop door. Even with his massive steps and weight. Maybe you had gotten used to the sound of walking bots too fast.
"You may not be too fond of sharing a home but I promise you we are not too loud."
    The top of the hangar gave you the best view of the Nevada desert. With sad rocks and a few cacti... alright maybe it wasn't that visually appealing.
    But the night sky made up for it.
"I don't do good with people ... and bots," you pull out a cigarette from your jacket's pocket and light it up. Hearing Optimus coming closer and sitting down on the cliff with you.
    You immediately move away for a few centimeters, feeling uncomfortable at the closeness. You didn't notice your body had acted this way but Optimus did.
"I can sense some hostility emitting from you."
    Optimus optics lay on you but you wouldn't spare him a look.
"Optimus was just like those Cybertronians I hated and he continues to be one. The system I fight to break, he continues to fight to repair it."
    You didn't know if you should bring up the matter or just keep it to yourself. But after the events at the Nemesis, you find yourself unable to look at Optimus the same. Not like it matters much, but deep down, a part of you wanted to trust him ... to believe in him.
"If there are any concerns-"
"Megatron told me," you interrupt him, the act feels disrespectful but you hope he didn't feel like that. "That you used to enjoy watching him fight and kill others in the gladiator's pits. That you fight to bring the caste system back."
"While is true that I used to attend such activities, I never supported it," subconsciously, Optimus wanted you to look at him. He needed your acknowledgment, something you refused to give him at the moment.    
    "Megatron and I used to share similar ideologies. But he believed that equality could only be obtained if the other classes were eliminated."
"And you?"
"I believe that every sentient being has the ability to change."
    You let out a subsided laugh, looking down at your lap and then up again at the desert night.
    "So what? You were hoping to change a whole social class with pretty words and inspiring speeches?"
"We cannot build a new world founded on violence."
"And where has that led you? To a strange planet and your race almost extinct."
    He had good sentiments, you admired that but at some point you consider naivety to be stupidity.
"Cybertron will be rebuilt on tragedy," you say.
"And what am I supposed to do? Let him have his way?"
    You have noticed that Optimus speaks less formally when he finds himself in a tough spot. Now, it was one of those moments. Your words had hit a circuit but you didn't want for this to turn into an argument. Not when you wanted to gain his sympathy.
"I am not saying I know what's best. What I am saying is that I thought you..."
    You couldn't continue with your sentence. Because what you wanted to say was stupid and based on old ideas. Maybe deep down, you wished Optimus was that hero the world needed. But he was a leader. The leader of a war where there is no winner. He could only do what he did best. And that was making the hard decisions no one else could.
    You had put too much expectations on his shoulders. He can't be a hero and a leader at the same time. If he were to be a hero, he would have been dead long ago. But his team needed him alive, he couldn't afford to die a martyr. He must know that.
"Listen to me Prime," you called him by his first name. Now more than ever, you believe there will never be a time when you will call him by his first name. "Everyone is a slave to something. Even you are enslaved to your own stupid ideologies of hope."
    You were always precausious to never show your beliefs. Maybe years ago, you shared similar sentiments as Optimus. You saw yourself in him and you wanted to save him. Save him from the disappointment of the real truth of your world.
"But let me tell you this; you have those views because you lived through better times. You have tasted peace and solemnity," you had no stand to be lecturing him. Yet, you didn't see it that way. You were just speaking your feelings.
      "But them? Working as miners, being gladiators just for your entertainment? They never had what you did. This is their hope to have better times."
    You sigh heavily and feel your lungs struggle to breathe.
"And you just took that from them."
    Seconds turned into minutes and you thought Optimus would stand up and leave you alone. But he instinctively got closer to you. He probably didn't notice his actions.
"I used to really enjoy watching your old reports."
    The leader of the Autobots looks back fondly at the younger version of you. A few years back you had done a story about a small town that had been struck by a tornado. Many died and homes were destroyed.
    But instead of focusing on the downside of things, you talked about how the community came together to help each other build back their town. The resilience and strength. Optimus was inspired by how such small things could build things bigger than themselves.
     "Even when the report was about a catastrophic event, you always ended things positively."
"In the days where I had doubts, where I thought I couldn't do this anymore, I ... "
    He pauses, he can't understand the feeling in his spark but his voice box struggles to process words.
"I would watch you on TV and you would give me inspiration to continue my mission."
    His formality had dropped drastically and you wonder if this was his way to let his guard down and open up to you.
"But now that you are telling me this ... I think you are right," his voice cracks and your world crumbles.  "What is left worth fighting for?"
You didn't know Optimus could feel doubt and hesitancy. You are reminded of the power of words. How you, a small insignificant human could make a robot full of wisdom question the truth of his life? It was too much power and you didn't want it. You didn't want Optimus to view life the way you do. So pessimistic, so gloomy.
    You didn't believe in any of it, hope, love. None of that was enough to change the world. But Optimus didn't have to know that.
You wanted him to keep believing. To belive he could change the world with just words.
Fuck the truth.
"Megatron is full of rage," you say. "And sometimes rage allows us to live. To survive."
    You decide to overstep boundaries and you put a hand over his servo. But you don't look at him, too shy to do so.
"But faith does too."
    You were no one to question his beliefs. If you were completely honest, you would like to keep enjoying the company of this Optimus. The optimistic one, resilient, strong with unbreakable morals.
But in the back of your mind, the question still remains. There's no victory without sacrifice.
What if to win the war, to give meaning to the lives of fallen ones, he has to sacrifice his ideologies and beliefs?
What would you do ... Optimus?
"(Y/n)," Optimus calls your name so sweetly you feel your body shake up a little.
    He holds your hand, so delicately, so softly as if he is afraid of hurting you. As if he is afraid you might break. You had never been held so fondly,  your heart feels like melting.
"I have failed miserably in protecting you," He looks at your body and you feel like his optics pierce through your soul.  You feel seen but you didn't mind it one bit. "The injuries in your body are proof of it."
"I am aware we are strangers to titles but I would like to establish a new relationship."
    You didn't understand how he could make you feel in such a way. In a state of warmth and peace. How his presence alone was enough to comfort and heal wounds that go beyond physical pain.
"If you accept me as your guardian, I'll protect you and no harm shall ever find your way. I'll give my life for you if necessary. I'll do as you ask and have your safety as one of my purposes for living. Under these stars as a witness, I swear this to you."
    Like the stars above, there were many mysteries you didn't understand. You thought that maybe Optimus was one of those mysteries as well. Otherwise, you didn't understand how such a beautiful creature would ever put your life above his own. Does he see you as a bothersome being? Probably. But you don't mind. A part of you wanted to be protected by such a powerful creature. A righteous one at least. Maybe he does see you as a pet to be taken care of.
    But now that you think about it ... You don't mind devoting yourself to him either.
"I accept but under one condition," you wish you could be closer to his face, you feel a need to look closer at his optics.  "If you protect me ... then I'll take care of you."
"Care for me?"
"If you ever have doubts, if you feel lonely, or if you just want to talk,"  all of a sudden you feel shy and you quickly part your sight. You didn't have the time to think the reason why. "I want to share the burden of your decisions with you, please."
"You will do that for me?"
    He blinks multiple times, unsure of your words and you find this cute.
"You are willing to give up on your life for me," you make a small pause before continuing. "It's the least I can do."
    Looking at a desert wasn't fun. But talking always was. Especially with an alien robot with millions of years' worth of wisdom. It's strange how you always felt better after talking to Optimus. He doesn't seem to be the type to judge and that's what you appreciated the most about him.
"(Y/N), You have proven to be more than meets the eye," you hear his voice closer and immediately turn. He had slouched significantly to be able to see you face to face. It must be an uncomfortable position but he still made the effort to see you at an eye level.
    Maybe he also had a certain need to be as close as possible to you.
"I am glad the universe allowed us to encounter."
And before you could have the time to blush again, your brain replayed his words.
"Don't you mean optic? You guys don't have eyes."
    Optimus straightens his back, no longer looking at you. This time he looks up at the sky, he looks curiously at them. Putting a servo on his chin, he looks to be in deep thought.
"That is true. But that is an ancient saying of my people."
"If it's an ancient saying then can we assume your kind and mine have met before?"     You tilted your head, imagining the possibilities. You move your feet into a yoga position, feeling more comfortable.
"That is an interesting theory although I don't remember reading such things back at the archives. Maybe it's something worth investigating."
    Optimus also thought of the possibilities, maybe this could be tied to the relics.
"Oh! Do you want to investigate it together?" this could be an important piece to your report. It would also be more credible if you had an actual Transformer help you write on what is probably one of the greatest discoveries in human history.
     "We could write a report on it and give an informative presentation to the kids and the Autobots."
You put your hands up and them move them slowly in a parting motion.
"Cybertron and Earth: A Deeper Look Into Cybertronian-Human Relations and Why Our History Is Longer Than We Think."
The topic sounded more interesting to Optimus and the archivist in him started to show. You knew this by the way he would blink more often. It happened whenever something excited him.
"That sounds like a remarkable and revolutionary subject. I could try to look into Cybertron's' old archives and see if I can find something related to the topic."
If Optimus could always be excited like this, you wish you could hear him talk forever. Could he tell you all the stories and tales of his people. But would it hurt him to speak about them? To reminiscence the past may open old wounds and you didn't want to be the cause of it. You won't push it but you'll wait until he is ready.
"And I'll interview Fowler and see if he knows something or knows someone that knows more of the topic." That will be a challenge but there hasn't being a single person who never gave you an interview. Of course, you find your way. Ethical or not, it didn't matter as long as the truth was revealed.
"I  am looking forward to hearing about your findings."
"I am excited to look at your research too!"
That night you learned many things. About Optimus especially. About how he would blink a lot whenever something got him excited. About how he loses his formality in words when he gets comfortable, excited or angry. Things like this made him feel closer to you as if he wasn't from an alien race but rather just another living creature existing in the same universe. And that's exactly what it was.
One hour turned into two, then three, four. Time passed by so fast, just talking and enjoying each other company. You smoked a few cigarettes and promised Optimus to buy a few gallons of oil for him to enjoy next time.
Although you were still downhearted for being unable to return to your home, you tried to look at the bright side of things. It was something you weren't used to do. But being with Optimus, his optimism rubbed off on you.
    You two talked endlessly until you fell asleep on his servos. Optimus watched the sunrise; grateful to have met you, thinking how beautiful it was to love the ordinary. For at least, and with all the certainty in the universe he knew ... he was worthy of this.
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A/N: This chapter took longer than I expected and I think after this one I am going to work on another fic (from another fandom) because I am so close to finishing that story and I just haven't uploaded in sometime. But! I'll be writing one shots for tumblr. I'll start working on a one shot for Christmas! The poll is over and we have a winner. Thank you to everyone who voted and all the comments, notes and likes. I'll take my time to respond to each of you :) My inbox is always open for any comment, ideas, concerns or prompts ideas.
I definitely want for Reader and Optimus to have chemistry. I think it's very important to show interaction with each other and show why they are attracted instead of them just having them fall randomly? Like I want to show Optimus and Reader have similar interest and passions but having contrasting ideas. I'll probably have them dancing and being silly together at some point.
On the next chapter I'll have Reader do some actual work. She's gonna be undercover (she has to dress seductively to fit into the world of car racing where she meets a hot mechanic who teaches her a lot about cars and Optimus has to follow her around cause that's his job as his guardian. His circuits go crazy cause he can't understand why all of a sudden he finds a human attractive-)
I want Optimus to feel like he has something of his own, something only he can protect and take care of because he can and wants (by choice) and it's not forced upon him nor a responsibility to bear (like the matrix) and that lovely thing being you ofc.
Sorry for an errors and grammar mistakes, I don't proof read.
I also feel like I haven't used much of the other bots so I'll make sure to use them more often now if the plot requires it.
I think that's all for now. Thank you so much for reading and see you in the next chapter!
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𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐥 | 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐧
summary: alex tries to bribe you into giving him a second chance. you accept the bribe—but, only because it will benefit the seals. definitely not because you want to see him again, or anything.
pairing: alex albon x seal specialist fem!black!reader
from, serene: almost had to split this final part into two! i hope y'all don't mind me hitting that max photo limit loll happy reading, loves xxx
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williamsracing alex had a wonderful time on his private tour of the pacific marine mammal center! thanks to yn ln for showing us around and letting us meet some seals and seal pups! you can watch the tour video on our youtube through the link in our bio as well as donating to the pacific marine mammal center to help them conserve our oceans and wildlife!
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alex_albon: it was incredible to see the important work being done everyday to maintain our oceans firsthand! even better to be able to adopt optimus prime, my seal son <3
➥ charlesleclerc: find an original character trait albono 😡🙄 ➥ user1: f1 has become the most unserious sport in the world. ➥ user2: are you not entertained???
pacificmmc: it was a pleasure to host alex, even though he threatened to kidnap some of our pups ;)
➥ alex_albon: can you blame me? look at their faces! ➥ francolapinto: i am jealous 🥺 ➥ seallygirlyn: silly franco ☺️ only boys who break strangers phones and run away are allowed to do the fun pr events! ➥ francolapinto: 😂😂😂
user4: omg!!! yn and alex met again??!!! watching the video rn
➥ user5: IM SCREAMINGGG ➥ user6: the seal puppies little noises i just wanna take a lil bite ➥ user7: cute agression was on 💯💯💯
user8: alex making more alex noises as he had to feed the seals slimy fish 💀💀💀
➥ seallygirlyn: i almost confused his noises with the pups lol! ➥ user8: omg hiiii! you're literally living my dream! i want to work in marine conservation efforts just like you! ➥ seallygirlyn: visit our website for more on marine science and programs around the world < 3 i still feel like i'm living in a dream every day haha
seallygirlyn: alex was a very attentive guest! and he didn't even break any property :)
➥ alex_albon: please let it go already !!! ➥ alex_albon: what more do you want from meeeeee 🫠😫 ➥ seallygirlyn: my lost seal photos ➥ user9: holding a grudge 🤝🏽 seallygirlyn
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williamsracing double points finishes for our boys this weekend! i wonder if it has anything to do with the seally good luck charm alex had on his side of the garage?
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williamsracing: funniest moment this weekend was alex almost missing sprint qualifying because he was too busy talking to seallygirlyn
➥ seallygirlyn: I AM SO SORRY WILLIAMS F1 TEAM 🤧 ➥ coral: PLEASE DON'T BAN US !!! I WOULD LIKE TO ATTEND MANY MORE RACES ➥ francolapinto: yes admin do not be mean coral was very sweet 😇 ➥ coral: hwat? ➥ user10: franco needs to be castrated PLA
alex_albon: i ALMOST missed sprint qualifying—everybody’s freaking out for no reason 🥱
➥ alex_albon: also can you blame me? she was talking to me about jellyfish and i lost track of time ➥ seallygirlyn: this is the 2nd most embarrassing day of my life😖😭😭😭 ➥ user11: what's the first? ➥ seallygirlyn: when alex told the entire internet i cried when my phone broke ➥ user12: valid 😪
user13: she's a disrespectful guest and didn't respect the team's or alex's time the entire weekend. she should not be allowed to return.
➥ alex_albon: when? ➥ user13: when what? ➥ alex_albon: when did anybody ask for your opinion 🤨
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[caption1; the only thing i cheat on is a diet plan][caption2; pretty views in santa monica]
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seallygirlyn: it was such a beautiful view! alex_albon: beautiful girl too 😏 seallygirlyn: smooth 😅
logansargeant: dude "pretty views" was the best you could come up with alex_albon: what's wrong with that???? logansargeant: i forget how old you are sometimes
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instagram • seallygirlyn • january 23rd
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seallygirlyn after review from the board (five water pups) he's awarded my seal of approval x alex_albon
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alex_albon: the amount of fish i had to feed them to get this distinction was frightening 😰
seallygirlyn: should've watched where you were running the first time we met < 3 alex_albon: but if i never ran into you, would we have ended up here?
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alex_albon sealed it with a kiss x
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seallygirlyn: love you seally boy 🥰
➥ alex_albon: love you more seally girl 🧜🏾‍♀️
georgerussell63: i always believed in you mate 💪🏼
-alex_albon: i vividly recall you bullying me everyday until i asked her out ➥ georgerussell63: how does that contradict the statement i made 🧐🧐🧐
user14: where's the two barbie dogs dancing gif when you need it? so happy for you both!!!!
user15: the other formula one drivers do not need to use this relationship announcement as a guide. please do a soft launch or you risk being responsible for my heart failing.
➥ alex_albon: does nobody remember the posts on my story like three months ago 😔 ➥ user16: TWO PHOTOS on a STORY from THREE MONTHS ago is not a soft launch YOU ASSHOLE 🤬 ➥ seallygirlyn: i did tell him that we should've had a proper sl :/
logansargeant: now when do i get to meet her 😈
➥ alex_albon: never 🫡 ➥ seallygirlyn: next time your in cali! we named a pup after you at the center :))) ➥ logansargeant: alex if you screw up this relationship i will never forgive you
maxverstappen1: i hate puns 😾
➥ landonorris: man just sealabrate this good time with us mate ➥ maxverstappen1: i'm going to flip out ➥ oscarpiastri: i hope you know that was also a pun 😂
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