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More To Him Than Meets The Eye (Part 1)

Summary: You’re on a date with a guy who you’ve been dating for quite a while and who you want to be serious about but he’s acting a bit suspicious. You decide to confront him about it and he admits that there’s more to him than meets the eye. You both share a sweet confession, but does that put an end to the suspicion?

Pairing: Holoform!TFP Optimus Prime x human!reader

Rating: +18 (Light smut)

Words: 2760

A/N: So I’ve had this headcanon of TFP Optimus Prime’s Holoform appearance looking similarly to Godfrey Gao for several months, but I just hadn’t sat down to write anything about it until now. I know this is a bit long and drawn out but I’m really excited to continue this TF fanfic in the future! I hope that you all enjoy it!

“Pardon me… Would you like me to pour you another glass of wine?”, the waiter interrupted - already reaching for the tall dark bottle alongside the end of the table.

Your eyes floated towards your near empty glass and then to the bottle, “Oh… yes, please…”

You lifted your glass from the side of your plate - sipping the last drop from it and then bringing it towards the waiter. With poise, he carefully tipped the bottle selected by your date for the two of you over his arm - pouring the garnet liquid into your glass.

“Thank you…”, you whispered as you nodded and watched the waiter set the bottle back down before smiling and departing from your table.

You examined over the wine bottle once more, still admiring in a bit of awe at its rather pricey existence - then brought the glass back to you. You swiveled your hand slowly and rhythmically, watching the liquid swirl around while thinking about its decadence. L’Ermita Velles Vinyes. It was a vintage selection from 1995 and coupled exquisitely with the savory and flavorsome dinner that you were currently enjoying, but that only made you consider its expensiveness further so.

“Are you pleased with the night so far?”, a soft and warming voice inquired next to you, breaking your thoughts.

“I… suppose so…”, you faintly respond as you bring the glass to your lips, sipping the wine again and beginning to divert your attention again.

Suddenly as you lower your glass, a firm hand caresses your jaw and pulls you in. Though you’ve yet to fully swallow your wine, your lips are met with another’s in a soft and sensual kiss. The unexpected married tastes of both the sweetness in the wine and the saccharine of his lips draw you in and the kiss deepens slightly. There’s something carnal to your unified movements which causes you to instinctively close your eyes and inhale, breathing in the scent of his skin and cologne. His aroma is arousing, provoking your lips to part slowly on your exhale - unintentionally inviting his tongue into your mouth. His tongue slips over yours tenderly, lulling the wine between the both of you and then withdrawing to seal the passionate kiss and pull away.

Your eyes reopen, fluttering a bit as your mind regains focus on the refined and handsomely dressed man sitting next to you. His hand moves from your jawline, to your shoulder, and then the small of your back.

“Orion…”, you unknowingly mutter, still lingering on the thought of his taste.

“Forgive me, I couldn’t help myself… You’re especially gorgeous in this light…”, he spoke with a hushed low tone through his charming smirk of a smile before continuing, “You only suppose so…?”

Your gaze rivers over his strikingly attractive appearance as he looks back at you with his dark blue alluring eyes. He runs a hand through his short black hair, combing back the top longer layers and then patting down the gelled shorter cut sides. His face is rather angular and squared, framed by a subtle beard and mustache. His sharp but large nose turns up at you somewhat, raising one of his dark and full eyebrows as his patience piques for your response.

You sigh, then look around the glamorous restaurant, “Its… Everything is so extravagant…”

The place is dimly lit but you can easily make out the detailing in both the architecture and interior design. Each fine clothed rounded table has a lit candle beside a dainty slim vase’d rose placed in the center of it. Above them hang sparkling crystal chandeliers glowing with warming low light. Both the chairs and booths at the tables are lined with a deep sangria red and feel to be velvet beneath your touch. You notice the walls are a shining glossed shade of mahogany with abstract works of art framed here and there. To match, the floors are a polished dark marble that reflect each glimmering light that reaches it. Even the entrees in front of both of you are observantly lavish - roasted duck, mushroom sauce steak, buttery mashed potatoes, minced seasoned squash, and toasted garlic bread.

Your words stagger to explain, “I-… Not that I don’t appreciate it all but… It feels- well, to be completely honest… incredibly overwhelming…”

“Ah… I see…”, your date’s smirk begins to fade as he pulls his hand away from your side - adjusting his lustrous black suit.

“No, I just… I’ve never really been on a date like this… where most of everything is so expensive and so much is being spent on me…”, your tone becomes slightly concerned as you chuckle nervously a bit, “… I mean the wine alone was near $500.”

“[Y/N]… I only wanted to do something special for you…”, he begins, “Something more serious… like you-”

At any other time, you would’ve probably swooned from his romantic gestures and words but instead your stomach started to turn.

“Is… this what this is about? You did all this because of our conversation a couple weeks ago when I asked if you wanted us to become serious?”, you narrow your eyes and cock your head at him. He seems to trip over his words, breaking his composure as he responds, “Well- Yes-… I thought that this might-…”

You interject him again, feeling even more annoyed now, “That this is what I want from you…? That this establishes a serious relationship?” His confident outlook falters, turning visibly worrisome at your distress.

“Orion…”, your voice calms when you speak his name, “… When I said that I wanted a more exclusive relationship, I meant that I wanted us to become more intimate and involved with each other… Like perhaps spending time alone together… Dates where we’re not surrounded by the public, where we can be more open with each other… Perhaps even you visiting my apartment once in a while or me visiting yours… Not just having the usual casual conversations but discovering new things about each other and sharing our lives with each other…”

He lowers his head, scratching behind his neck and looking up at you, “[Y/N]… I-… I’m not sure what to say…”

“Or maybe even just… arriving to places together?”, your eyebrows turn up as your tone turns into a plea, “We’ve been on more than several dates for the past 5 months and I feel like its odd to mention, but we’ve never seen each other before or after a date… Like you never pick me up or take me home… I mean, you don’t have to drive me- I could drive us if you’d prefer… I thought that maybe you were just taking things slow at first, which I admired… But now I just-… I’d like to not feel like you’re meeting me in secret or something… Orion, I want to be a part of your life…”

He takes your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of your palm, “Oh, [Y/N]… We’ve discussed this before… My job doesn’t allow for much of a social life. Having a government occupation means I work consuming hours and can put others in danger… I-… I don’t want to bring you into all of that… I’m fine with the way things are now…”

Your mind recalls your past conversation about this and how after hearing him reject you, you swore that you accepted his sentiment and that you wouldn’t push further or even invest more of yourself in him. Though through all his charm, sincerity, and kindness - you found your strong feelings for him return. Your heart couldn’t stray away from him and hearing him reject you for the second time tore directly into you.

You withdrew your hand from his, fighting back the tears that began to well up in your eyes,”Orion… I have always been willing to fight through anything that the world throws at me, including the things that I’d have to go through to be with you… I can’t just sit here and act like my feelings for you are casual…” 

“Orion, I love you…”, you confess your truth with a voice of clarity.

“…”, his eyes grow wide for an instant, but he remains speechless.

“But… I guess that doesn’t really matter anyway, does it…”, you continue before grabbing your bag and scooting out of the table booth.

You pause a moment before saying your goodbye, “Thank you for dinner, Orion… It was lovely… But I think its best for both of us if we stop seeing each other…”

Your fingers clutch onto your bag as you realize but accept the words you’ve just said. Your heels *clunck* against the hard floors as you walk away - refusing to look back and give him even the slightest chance to reel you in again.

‘I… I really thought he was… someone more…’

You think to yourself as you open the restaurant door, stepping out into the dark of the night - the establishment’s outer lights barely grazing your silhouette. Brushing the hair from your dejected face, you begin to walk out onto the sidewalk and down the street to dial your driver to pick you up.

About 15-20 minutes pass after you made your call and your driver has yet to reach you. Instead you hear footsteps approach you - the *clunck* of dress shoes.

“[Y/N]! Wait!”, a familiar voice calls out.

‘Please… no…’

Your heart drops once again and you hurriedly wipe the still falling tears from your cheeks. As you turn around you see your date, Orion, sprinting towards you with a paper bag in one hand. 

“[Y/N]… I… I thought that you might want leftovers and maybe some dessert… I got your favorite…”, he says as he catches his breath, approaching you.

“Really? Do you really think you can win me over again, just like that… Like everything’s okay? Did you not understand what I said back at the restaurant?”, you voice sounds frantic over the loud atmosphere of passing cars.

“I-… No… I’m sorry, this isn’t what I came out here to say… “, he starts, “The truth is… I… I think I love you…. No-… I know I love you too… And I’ve been trying to protect you from me because of it… I don’t want you involved in any part of my life because its dangerous and I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt… Though, I see I’ve hurt you already…”

Your breathing heightens - your hands clenched in your crossed arms, “You… you what?”

He smiles genuinely, his eyes starting to well up in emotions themselves, “I love you [Y/N]… Probably since the first time I met you… I was just so afraid of getting closer to you… Or should I say afraid of you getting closer to me…”

You feel your legs start to instinctively move forward, stepping towards him until you’re in a full stride. You leap into his arms, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and around his neck. He wraps his arms around you in return, holding onto you tightly and effortlessly lifting you off of the ground.

“I’ve wanted you to be a part of my life so badly, [Y/N]… I’m so sorry that I never said it sooner…”, his voice resonates through your body and perhaps even your soul as you melt into him.

A few moments pass, both of you drinking in the embrace before parting slightly to look at each other.

“Orion, I’m not sure if you know how much this means to me… I feel like I’ve waited forever for you to say that…”, you smile through tears of joy now.

“I’ll never make you wait again…”, he states as he gently wipes away the tears from your face.

He sets you down carefully, staring into your eyes but not letting go of you, “Let me take you home tonight…”

At this point, you’re completely flushed in the face and practically jelly within his grip, “Please do…”

Orion takes your hand once more and the two of you then walk together to the parking lot across the street where Orion had parked his car - which happened to be a midnight blue Genesis. You had never took a long glance at his vehicle before but after the costly date that you just had, you’re not at all surprised by his luxurious taste.

“After you…”, he says as he steps in front of you to open the passenger door for you.

“Why thank you, Orion…”, your tone is much more lighthearted now.

He closes the door after you enter the car and watch him walk around the front to enter the driver’s side door. He looks at you for a moment once he sits in the driver’s seat before closing the door after himself and placing the bag of leftovers in the back seat.

“I’m rather sure that I know how to get to your neighborhood and you can just direct me to your place from there-…”, he deciphers before you lean over and steal a kiss.

“Mh…”, you smile against his lips in appreciation of him.

When you both part, he looks into your eyes… then down at your lips. He pauses before closing the space between the two of you again. His kiss is deep and passionate this time - and the seclusion of the car causes arousal to stir in you once more.

Orion caresses your neck and jawline with both of his hands as he is enveloped in your affection. His grip is firm, yet somehow gentle at the same time - being weary of your comfort. Your breathing then hitches in your throat as his lips glide off of yours and move to your jaw, down your neck. His hands also follow, lowering down your shoulders and then to your waist.

The feel of his lips are soft but his kisses become more rough as he goes on - his tongue lapping over your skin each time. It sends a shockwave through your body over and over, until your face becomes flushed red again and you start to bite on your own lip in delectation. The sensation causes you to squeak and whimper which only encourages him to go on. It’s almost too much for you to handle as you’ve never reached this far with him. He had always kept his distance from you but you constantly thought about how his touch would feel - dreaming of it even at times.

“O-Orion…”, you gave a heavy moan of pleasure in his ear.

Without a conscious thought, you slid your hand up his thigh, half reaching for his belt and half reaching for the noticeable growing bulge in his pants.

“Orion!”, both your voice and touch are desperate for him.

“F-Fuck…”, there’s a low and hushed growl that comes from Orion’s throat.

At the same time, the car’s engine revs - breaking the moment between you two are you’re both startled from its sudden brashness.

“Ah!”, you yelp in surprise.

“Sorry! Sorry! … I uh… must’ve stepped on the gas pedal on accident… I um… wasn’t expecting that…” he apologizes as he moves away from you - nervously smiling a bit and wiping his mouth.

“I didn’t even notice that the car was on…”, you partially admit in your confused state.

“I’m pretty sure I probably turned it on… It’s uh… a push-to-start…”, he anxiously answers.

“Oh…”, you recline back into your seat.

“I-”

“I-…”

You both begin to speak before interrupting one another and falling short of your sentence. You share a soft laugh together before you decide to continue.

“I… I sort of feel embarrassed, almost… I don’t know why, I feel like I’m a teenager again…”, you giggle.

“[Y/N], I’m very glad that I get to witness your laugh again…”, he says through his smile, “Now let’s get you home…”

You place your hand over his on the clutch of the car as he starts to back out of the parking spot and drive off.

“Orion…”, you airily whisper.

“Yes…?”, he answers.

“I love you…”, you smile at him again.

“I love you too…”, he slides his hand from under yours on the clutch and places his on top instead, rubbing your hand with his thumb.

“Does this mean you’ll tell me more about your work life now…?”, you jest.

His voice gets leery, “Ah… Well…”

“Orion!”, you pout.

“We’ll see! We’ll see! I don’t want to hide anything else from you but there’s information that’s… sensitive… ”, he reassures you as his glance glares around his car’s dashboard.

“O-kay….”, you cease your pouting and hum happily the rest of the drive home.

[creamycelestial]

I really really really liked that OP fic you're writing and I can't wait to see the next chapter. It was 👌😩

Thank you!! I'm hoping to write the next chapter soon!! 💙💫

[creamycelestial]

Optimus Prime in Bumblebee (2018)

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Cade Yeager: Will we ever see you again?

Optimus Prime: Cade Yeager, I do not know. But whenever you look to the stars, think of one of them as my soul.

My favorite quote from Transformers: Age of Extinction

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When's someone's voice instantly calms you down

[creamycelestial]

Human s/o watching their bot leave and saying rather then thinking "Hate to see him go, love to watch him leave." With TFP Optimus, MTMTE Rodimus, and MTMTE Ultra Magnus?

you mean like, leave to go on a mission right cause youre not leaving these babies for good

Optimus Prime (TFP), Rodimus, Ultra Magnus (MTMTE)

Optimus would turn back and look at you blankly, intent on asking you what you meant like that. When he sees you’re clearly focused on his aft, he replays what you said in his mind and then his optics blow wide, a blush creeping to his faceplates and he whips back around and walks away with a visibly stiffer posture.

Rodimus would turn his head and look back at you from the side of his optics, purposefully moving his hips more with each step he takes. Before he disappears behind the doors, he pauses to run a hand down the side of his own frame, a pretty smile on his face. “When I get back, I’ll let you watch me enter… you.”

Ultra Magnus would be unimpressed in the least, looking back at you with an almost desperate expression as if to say, “please don’t do this to me when there are so many other people around…” But the blush on his faceplates and his brightened optics are a dead giveaway to his appreciation of the attention.

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the reader and optimus stopping at a hill and watching the sun rise or sun set, and talking about anything you would think would fit in the situation.

“We almost there?”

You’re posed on his hood, legs dangling against the grill as the truck rumbles quietly beneath you. 

“Almost. About 436 miles out.”

“Oof,” you chirp, “Not bad, though, chief. You’re makin’ good time.”

You pat his hood and he rumbles back, appreciative of the gentle touch and of the company. After drifting through the stars for so long, mingling with cosmic dust and nothing but himself, Optimus’ spark keens at the companionship. It’s good for him, he tries to convince himself. It’s good to have someone show him this planet. 

He tries to ignore the steady imprint you leave on his EM fields. You’re slowly becoming a part of him – smile and laughter memorized to the very micro-expression.

The Prime shifts on his bearing, and you notice.

“Y’alright, chief? Yer awfully quiet tonight.”

“After we make it to San Francisco,” he says slowly, “Will you stay?”

“With you, you mean?” a blink; your posture stiffens, “… Would you want that?”

“Yes.”

The smile that blooms on your face is worth falling through the stars to find, worth escaping his home in the midst of a war. Worth it all and more.

“Then I will.”

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Imagine Relaxing Optimus Prime By Tracing His Armor

(S/N):

Requested(Anon)-  “ Hello, first I’m a fan of your blog and is it possible to have a little fluff story with TFA Optimus and its human after a long day, to relax optimus his companion traces the outlines of His armor, I had this little idea for a little while”

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We’ve all had those days where they just never seem to end. As though time it’s self is dragging due to being just as tired. The only good thing about those days, is when it does end. It’s a sweet relief of coming home to either the comfort of your bed or the open arms of someone very close and loved. For Optimus that relief was you. He didn’t need to act so leaderly when it was just the two of you. The Prime could kick back and relax and not feel so guilty if nothing was said, because you knew how tired he could get from a heavy day of battling crime.

Today he had come back to base and just laid sprawled out on his birth. For him, today was exceptionally long, having to fight off a whole gang of technological aided goons. You could see this, one from the way he was laying down and two from some un-fixed dents in his armor. He was going to have a hard time falling asleep again, and it bothered you that you couldn’t do anything about it.

…or could you?

Pecking his cheek plate lightly, you began to trace the linings of his armored helm. You felt the metal beneath your fingers slightly heat up, signifying that Optimus was a tad bit flustered. It was so cute how’d he be so easily flushed in your relationship, always surprised by the dating customs of humans. This was definitely one he could get on board with though.

The Autobot leader thought human bodies were quite extradorinaiy. Unlike other organics he’s come across, human skin ranged in different textures as well as tones. His favorite though was yours, a mix between both your parents but somehow still unique to only you. Right now, he was enjoying your touch over the sharp ridges that his body was made of. The way your hands would so delicately run over a pointed corner, or how he could feel the warmth from your palm so gently caress his cheek plate.

Optimus took in a slightly sharp breath, when your finger tips had gently grazed over his steel lips. It sent a bit of tingling electricity through out his chassis and he reveled in the after chills of it. The more you continued this, the more Optimus felt himself calm. His optics having closed when you first started your tracing, he could tell he’d be in stasis pretty soon. Just as he was succumbing to the darkness however, Optimus sensors could pick up on a change in your touch pattern. It was like you were writing something on his plated skin. He wondered what it was, and drew out the lines in his mind by mentally following your touch, while still inching closer to the world of dreams.

…I…

…L…o…v…e…

…Y…o…u…

~xXx~

(A/N: It’s nice to go away for a day or two, but now I’m home and got a fresh mind to create stuffs! ᕕ┌◕ᗜ◕┐ᕗ )

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I want to kiss TFP OP, UM and/or Ratchet until they're all flustered messes

((Very good choices for this.))

Optimus shyly puts a hand over your mouth as he tries to compose himself and regain his normal poker face. Don’t lick his hand!

Ultra Magnus seems to freeze almost immediately, you are almost tempted to call Ratchet to check him over. You might have to.

Ratchet tries to seem annoyed or angry, but his fans are roaring over his loud voice, betraying his embarrassment.

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Sometimes Goodbyes Are New Beginnings (Part 1)

Summary: Set after the defeat of the Decepticons on Earth in Transformers Prime. Optimus Prime and the Autobots are saying their final goodbyes before their return to Cybertron. After months of holding back your growing feelings and affection from Optimus, you can't seem to let him go without letting him know somehow so you both share a tender moment together.

Pairing: TFP Optimus Prime x human reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1228

A/N: This is my first time actually writing fan fiction, so bare with me! I couldn’t help but think of these scenes in my head after watching TF Prime for the second time lately. While it is a bit sad, I will be writing more parts to this in the near future!

Standing there alone, on the raised platform in the Autobots’ base, your heart began to sink as you watched the Autobots say goodbye to their dear friends. Looking around at this motley crew of a family that has formed over the past months has made you more than a little sentimental.

Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Arcee each say their individual goodbyes to Raf, Miko, and Jack. You could see so clearly how their closeness to each other only made the mere mentions of their departure weigh heavily on them. Words like, “We’re just a space bridge away” and “Keep in contact” are solely bandages on the wounds from the implied forever parting.

You couldn’t help but shed a few tears as well from the melancholy atmosphere in the room filled with sorrowful smiles upon everyone’s faces. Even Ultra Magnus, WheelJack, and Smokescreen’s salute to Agent Fowler and June was enough to choke you up even more.

Though, through your sadness, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him and what the withdrawal of the Autobots would mean for the two of you. Your eyes search past the other bots for him and there he is. Optimus Prime.

“Until we meet again, old friend”, you hear as your gaze turns to him.

You watch Optimus give a smile towards Ratchet, who has decided to remain on Earth, before sharing a firm metal clanking handshake. Its the same smile that sets you at ease every time you get the chance to catch sight of it.

Letting go of Ratchet’s hand, his optics begin to survey around the room briefly before locking looks with yours. Your heart, though still low in your chest, begins to pound for a moment. Suddenly your hands are clenched into fists at your sides and a lump starts to form in your throat. You’ve already let go of a few tears, but for some reason you try to hold back the waterfalls that have started to flood behind your eyes. Seeing him look at you like that, with such feeling, was what you yearned for all this time - though you never wished for it to be during a farewell.

“O-Optimus…”, your voice leaks from your mouth in a hushed weep.

The towering Autobot leader walks towards the platform you stand upon. His footsteps, in sync with your heart beat, come down with a heavy thud and seemingly shake you to the core.

“[Y/N]...”, his voice is strong, but gentle - and hearing him say your name sends a flush of red to your cheeks.

“I… Optimus, I don’t want to see you go… I can’t-”, your words get choked up in your sobbing. You feel heat begin to streak down your cheeks as the flood-gate of tears has finally broken and rivers of them now flow from your eyes.

Optimus stops his stride, now standing in front of you on the platform with a softened expression - browplates coming down in a furrow as you look into his gaze.

“[Y/N]... You are aware that you have been a vital part of this family we have formed here on Earth since you first stepped foot into our base. We all found each other, in one way or another… and I can assure you that even though we might be light-years away… We will all still remain united as one… That will never change…”

You sniffle a bit and wipe a fresh stream of tears from your cheek before moving towards the edge of the railing - finding a parting between the bars and stepping through. His gaze follows your movement and as you approach him, he takes your cue of looking down at his servos to raise you closer. Stepping onto his large frame of a hand, he lifts you closer to him and you can’t help but stare into his charming bright cerulean optics. You’ve always admired them the most about Optimus, but you’ve never been this up close to them. Your face flushes with red once more as you compare them to blue zircon gems in your mind. Optimus continues, “And as the others have grown attached to their guardians… I am also known to the fact that you have gravitated towards me… You have not gone unnoticed…” Your heart stops in your chest as your expression changes from despondent to shocked. With wide-eyes your mind becomes a rush, debating your thoughts on whether Optimus is truly saying what you think he is.

‘Has he really been aware this whole time about my feelings towards him? Have I been that obvious? Could I be so hopeful for him to bring light to it first?’ You open your mouth to speak but you only manage a small, “Optimus… I…”

His other servo comes up to you and with his index digit, he strokes your cheek - wiping away the rest of your tears as gentle as he can.

“You are… special to me as well, [Y/N]...”, those intimate words spoken from him send butterflies fluttering all around in your stomach. ‘He does know.’

“You are… one of my most dearest friends”, he continues.

‘He… doesn’t know.’

And with that your heart drops once again - dejection returning to your face. This time you’re able to hold your tears back, in fear of revealing your deeper emotions. Instead, with an arm you reach out towards Optimus’ faceplate. His hand moves you closer to his helm and your hand slowly strokes his cheekplate. He gives an embracive smile, leaning into your caress as one would with a hug. “Oh… Optimus… That means a lot, hearing that from you…”, your voice is warm, yet distant almost - comparative to a sunset.

On a crestfallen impulse, you lean in, giving this massive metal giant a very soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. You notice that the outer layer of his metal is cold like you expected, but there is an unexpected underlying source of heat radiating within.

“...”

Your lips linger there for a second longer, closing your eyes and perhaps savoring the hope of what could have been. As you back away from him, you see his solemn expression shift to slightly bewildered. His optics still follow you as he returns you to the platform you stood on before, being careful that you find your footing on the ledge, but there’s a look to him that you’ve yet to see before.

“Optimus… Are we ready?”, Ultra Magnus calls out, standing next to the space bridge. Optimus then blinks a few times still glancing down at you, before answering, “Yes, Ultra Magnus…” Its not long before his expression fades back into his neutral yet kind face. “Well then…”, he begins. “... Look to the stars, [Y/N]”, he ends with the same saying he usually leaves you with when he knows he’ll be gone for an undetermined amount of time or if he isn’t sure if he’ll return at all.

To you, usually this was somewhat comforting to hear… It gave you a reassurance that he’d still always be with you no matter what… But this time, it only pulled at your heartstrings even more - still yearning for him as his figure vanishes through the chartreuse glowing light of the space bridge followed by the rest of the Autobot team.

With a whisper to yourself, clutching your hand to your chest, “... I will, Optimus… I will.”

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Sometimes Goodbyes Are New Beginnings (Preview)

Summary: Set after the defeat of the Decepticons on Earth in Transformers Prime. Optimus Prime and the Autobots are saying their final goodbyes before their return to Cybertron. After months of holding back your growing feelings and affection from Optimus, you can't seem to let him go without letting him know somehow so you both share a tender moment together.

Pairing: TFP Optimus Prime x human reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1228

A/N: This is my first time actually writing fan fiction, so bare with me! I couldn’t help but think of these scenes in my head after watching TF Prime for the second time lately. While it is a bit sad, I will be writing more parts to this in the near future!

Standing there alone, on the raised platform in the Autobots’ base, your heart began to sink as you watched the Autobots say goodbye to their dear friends. Looking around at this motley crew of a family that has formed over the past months has made you more than a little sentimental.

Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Arcee each say their individual goodbyes to Raf, Miko, and Jack. You could see so clearly how their closeness to each other only made the mere mentions of their departure weigh heavily on them. Words like, “We’re just a space bridge away” and “Keep in contact” are solely bandages on the wounds from the implied forever parting.

You couldn’t help but shed a few tears as well from the melancholy atmosphere in the room filled with sorrowful smiles upon everyone’s faces. Even Ultra Magnus, WheelJack, and Smokescreen’s salute to Agent Fowler and June was enough to choke you up even more.

Though, through your sadness, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about him and what the withdrawal of the Autobots would mean for the two of you. Your eyes search past the other bots for him and there he is. Optimus Prime.

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Wow,, my husband is so,,, beautiful