#TLK Optimus

[mskenway97]

I don't know if anyone saw this but I noticed that in tlk optimus grabs Cade for a few seconds (I know there is another one later on) but this one is more unnoticed.

[revelboo]

Dare I say getting sandwiched between TLK Op and TLK Megs? 👀👀

🤣 why not? 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ DP implied fem bits

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TLK Optimus x Reader, TLK Megatron x Reader

• When Optimus asked you to help with negotiations, you weren’t sure what exactly you could do to help the huge bot. Especially with his oldest enemy, Megatron. This? Wasn’t even on your long list, though as Megatron’s optics narrow and he pulls against the heavy chains binding him mass displaced, the weird harness attached to him keeping him trapped on his knees at this smaller size, arms spread wide and clawed servos completely encapsulated in steel and concrete, the chains embedded in the wall. But he’s far from safe, you can feel the malice rolling off of him. Those red optics narrowing as Optimus secures the cell door behind him and he turns to a camera high in a corner to signal whoever’s in control to stop recording.

• Mass shifting, Optimus drags you back into his frame, turning you to face Megatron. His oldest enemy and once, a friend. Servos resting against your throat, he nuzzles your cheek. “Show him what’s mine,” he growls, lips brushing your earlobe and you untie the sash on the long covering, letting it fall from your shoulders to bare soft skin. And Megatron’s optics narrow hungrily. Servo hooking under the delicate lace at your throat and draping in crisscrossing layers down your torso, the light catches on the blue and red metal of his claim. Trying to calm his fury that you’re what Megatron had demanded for his cooperation. Wanting to eviscerate the other mech rather than let him touch you. Gently tugging you to the low berth Megatron hasn’t been allowed to use, he sits and pulls you into his lap. Meets Megatron’s optics as he cups you, servos sliding against you, one spearing inside you.

• Venting as Optimus pumps a servo inside you, your thighs hooked over his and spread, Megatron knows this is killing the Prime. That Optimus would rather murder him and lose his intel than let him frag his little bond mate. Smiling lazily to bare his denta imagining Optimus’s pretty Conjunx gift jingling with every thrust as he bends you over and takes you. “What’s wrong, Prime,” he growls. “Afraid your pet will enjoy me better?” Laughing as Optimus glares at him, knowing that if he didn’t have valuable information, he’d just end him. And so far his attempts to torture it out of him have failed, without his medic to snoop in his processor, Optimus is forced to negotiate.

• Breath catching as Optimus keeps stroking you, optics locked on Megatron, you can feel the tension in his frame. Know he hates this. Hates asking this of you. “I want you, too,” you whisper, shivering as the other mech bears sharp denta. What’s wrong with you for wanting to do this? What would your mate think if he knew you’re aroused at the ideal of Megatron chained and helpless, about both of them inside you. And he adds a second servo, pumping them inside you as your hips buck on a gasp. Hearing him growling as you tremble against him and he slips his servos free, nudging you out of his lap as he slides to kneel beside you, sliding his slick servos against you, pressing one inside and stroking, you’ve taken him here before, but you’re still nervous. Know he’s trying to get you ready to take two spikes before going to adjust Megatron’s restraints. Allowing the warlord enough slack to slowly stand.

• “You’re going to have to help me frag your mate if you won’t free me,” Megatron taunts and Optimus grips your hips as the Decepticon frees his spike. “Lift your tight, little conjunx onto my spike.” The warlord laughs and Optimus’s servos tighten on your hips, lifting you. Lining your body up and hearing your shaky whimper when he eases you down and you take Megatron’s spike. “Your mate’s slick for me, Prime.” Releasing his own spike, Optimus rocking himself against your soft skin as Megatron’s hips snap against you. Your head falls back against his shoulder on a moan as Megatron ruts inside you and he keeps you supported while trying to keep you away from the warlord’s sharp denta, because given half a chance, Megatron will tear your throat out to kill him, too. “Such a good little pet,” Megatron taunts, venting loudly and Optimus ignores him, sliding the head off his spike against you and slowly stretching you as you gasp.

• “The information,” Optimus snarls, his own hips lazily rocking and you writhe between them. Shuddering realizing they’re both inside you, Megatron bares his denta. Can feel Optimus’s spike sliding against his own with only a thin layer of you separating Optimus from him and it’s shocking in its intimacy. Realizing he’s unconsciously matching Optimus’s rhythm, that you’re getting louder right before you shatter, fisting his spike. Optimus’s optics locking with his over your head as they both move faster inside you.

• Arching and squirming at the almost uncomfortably full feeling of two spikes stretching you, as soon as you’d relaxed, you climaxed. Hard. And again when Megatron rolls his hips, burying himself deep and grinding to make Optimus snarl. Trapped between them, you wish Megatron’s hands were free, that you could feel both of them gripping you as their hips pump, copying each other’s rhythm, hips snapping urgently against you. And Optimus overloads first, servos bruising on your hips and waist. The feel of him filling you seeming to set off Megatron, his hips pumping wildly before he’s overloading. Until you’re trembling between them and slicked with them, their excess running down your thighs. “The information or I’m fragging it out of you,” Optimus snarls and Megatron’s optics flash.

[travelersspark]

IM BACK! 🌟

Literally when on break since I've been busy with college and work😅. Now I can get back into the swing of things ! Since I'm here , might as well make a new headcanons post ~♡

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑻𝑳𝑲 .ᐟ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑮𝑵.ᐟ𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑶𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔

First off. Cayde had a meeting with you at your local job. You and Cayde were close since he practically raised you along with Tessa . You were running late and Cayde was inside Optimus. Optimus had heard about you but never thought much about it.

He'd ask about you to Cayde and Cayde talked fondly of you so Optimus could sort of trust you. So could Cayde. Hence why he was gonna finally explain to you whats been going on for the past year.

Of course you are insanely confused when you get in the truck and Cayde starts being cryptic saying. “ Y/N. You know you can trust me right ? I would always tell you if somethings up.. ” -Cayde

You are dumbfounded at first while the silent drive fills the cabin with awkwardness. Then it hit you. “ Have you been looking for girls on tinder Cayde?! God I swear - ” - Y/N.

Facepalm from Cayde. Optimus almost laughed in his alt form but Cayde coughs before having to disprove your idiotic suspicion. He basically rushes an explanation of the autobots and decepticons and everything that has happened for the past year since you haven't really seen him.

Annnnnnnnndddd. Your not buying it. After the drive he tries explaining more but you brush it off basically just tired from work and chalking up his excuses to him being tired and or drunk.

Well.. until you see a group of vehicles strolling around and stopping with their headlights nearly blinding you (Kind of like the introduction the team from TF1) and with some loud noises and rumbling. You see them. Giant robots standing among you.

You Fucking FREAK. Definitely bout to be ready to throw some shit. Like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK CAYDE ! Cayde has to mostly calm you down as well as Optimus surprisingly trying as well explaining that they would never hurt you.

After a couple of minutes of losing your shit. Optimus introduced himself explain his motives and his following. Your still apprehensive but sort of star struck. Ootimus's voice and tone was totally different than his remorseful and sort of stern tone. It even surprised Cayde.

Optimus certainly finds you intriguing due to the stories Cayde told him Since you now know of thier existence they have to basically become your body guards in a sense. You don't mind it but you still have your worries. Mostly about the part with the decepticons.

He reassures that he would do anything to try and keep you and the other humans safe.

A couple of banter from the crew but with one Stern glance of Optimus they shut it.

You two might have a quite interesting partnership - in a good way.

𝑩𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒆

oh. This mute bot is EXCITED to meet you ! He was the first one to transform and show himself to you after optimus.

Kind of flustered and worried when you lost your cool about seeing them. But after he calms his excitement and lets his leader explain himself.

He flashes his sick moves which makes you smile and laugh a bit. He gladly would do it again to make you smile.

Bee is one of the first bots you considerably found yourself talking to.

When you found out he couldn't speak like the others and communicated through a radio, you though he was quite a special bot.

He's like you in a way. You to pair together so well. Bee thinks of you like his old partner Sam.

Oh. He can get protective of you. Mainly when Crosshairs or Hot Rod get a bit flirtatious or silly around you.

Casually offers a drive after a few hours of meeting which you don't really refuse. You had to admit. He was a dream ride of yours.

Its love at first sight in his eyes. He already finds himself crushing on you from day one. And he hopes that you stick around with him.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔

God another Squishy thing?! Let's just say he wasn't amused.

Well until you basically cursed the hell out of Cayde. Now he's impressed

Now he's made it his mission to figure out what makes you tic.

Weirdly he can he either considerate or just a complete jerk. But a loveable one at that.

He finds himself always trying to be flirtatious with you. But when you do it back he gets completely flustered and curses you out (his love language according to drift)

Fights about the miniscule things with you. Like if you eat in his alt form and there's a crumb he's gonna scold you.

Never saw himself being friends with a human but he would definitely enjoy his company with you.

First meeting him he is pretty serious about not wanting you around a bit but it shifts to wanting to hang with you more.

You two are FUCKIN GREMLINS TOGETHER. yall annoy the hell out of optimus and cade at times. God you two are a mess

Starts out as not being protective of you to being ULTRA protective. Mans always worried about you but tries to play it off.

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑹𝒐𝒅

Omg him and Bumblebee fell HARD for you when Cade introduced you to the crew. Literally he couldn't stop gawking at you.

Already trying to one up everyone else with his flirtatious and suave energy.

Placed a bet with bee to see if you'd like him more.

First to offer you rides from work, school or whatever. (He figured you showing up in his alt form would make you popular or cool. And he wasn't wrong either.)

Immediately asks Optimus to assign him as your guardian. Let me tell you, he is smitten by you and in the best way possible.

Says small pet names in french

Arrogant little bastard. Can't take any hints when you need space.

Overall hes just wanting time with you but doesn't exactly understand the idea of patience is a virtue.

𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

Another human huh. Cool, hope they useful type energy.

Hes pretty chill about it to be honest. Definitely hesitant at the idea but understand where Cade is coming from.

Would personally introduce himself to you if you find him a bit intimidated. Secretly he's a big softie and jokes terrible behind closed doors.

Once he finds out you are just as handy as Cade is hes all over you. Don't expect him.to leave you alone with random weapon scraps and ideas he has in his head.

Probably would take you out to test some grenades with him or something.

Pretty protective on first meet. Mostly since he knows he can keep you safe with his experience and skills in war.

If you don't like the sight of anything remotely similar to cigars and smoke. He would actually stop puffing his bullet in front of you out of respect.

Doesn't care much about your habits as long as you don't get your ass in trouble that is.

Not the type to drive you around since he's a big ass military vehicle and that would definitely cause alot of suspicions.

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕

Not bothered but skeptical of your arrival. Let's just say he isn't too fond of the idea of another human around

Probably would discuss his concerns to cade and optimus about the risks but would be told that it was mostly for the best.

He gives up and pretends you just another one of the bots.

Pretty distant at first since he's still weary of you.

But if you compliment him during training of something and use the right terminology of the kata forms and martial arts he will definitely open up to you.

He appreciates someone who can understand his dedication. As well as someone educated in the sacred arts of Japanese and Chinese traditions.

Offers meditation lessons after some time if you are willing to do so.

Silent but deadly type of protective.

Has fought with crosshairs one time.when he was picking on you.

Very tsundere at first but overall he knows you are a good person and wouldn't mind getting to learn more about you

[t-a-a-1]

Can you do bayverse optimus ?Tlk if you can.It can be whatever you want i love your scrumptious writing hehe also ignore this if you're uncomfortable!^_^

Raindrops

Summary: Optimus asks you a very important question.

A/N: Written after the happenings of TLK. 4K Words

Raindrops

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Everyday since he met you, he’s asked himself the same question. 

“Would you come with me?”

It was a question he had imagined the answer to. A resounding ‘no’.

Optimus didn’t see any reason why you would want to go with him to Cybertron. Leaving your friends, family and career behind. All the commodities Earth provided you will be gone the moment you decide to come with him.

And it’s not like he offers you a beautiful home. Cybertron was hostile, after the war it had become ruins. He dreamed many times of showing you his home in its golden age. You would have loved the museums, the theaters, the libraries, the arts. Would you have loved them as much you love your planet? Would it be enough for you to want to stay?

“It seems Earth and Cybertron’s destiny has always been intertwined,” the sun is setting. Optimus looks at his home planet, now on Earth’s orbit. “If that had been any other celestial object, it would probably cause catastrophic events. But it seems like Cybertron was made to not disturb Earth’s gravitational pull and magnetic fields.”

Your field wasn’t physics but you had basic knowledge on how things worked. Just like he expected you to do, you started to ask the real questions. Something he was trying to avoid as long as he could. 

“But I wonder if that’s because Cybertron currently lacks a core … Maybe once we are able to restore it, Cybertron’s gravitational pull will be too strong and destroy Earth.”

You look at him but he seems lost in thought. You didn’t blame him, having his home planet back must be unbelievable. After so many years of war and lost friends, what he always wanted is right here. 

“When that happens, we’ll have to send Cybertron back to its original place in the universe.”

You expected him to continue the conversation some way or another but it's as if he wasn’t listening or rather he did not want to. Maybe he is tired of everything and wishes to leave immediately. Probably not wanting to deal with humans anymore. 

Sighing heavily, you turn around, the wind moving your hair. The smell of the grass was strong and so a new aroma. It was hard to describe. Metal but alive. It was probably Cybertron. It didn’t bother you but it was different. 

Looking back at Optimus made you realize that maybe he wanted to be alone. It is a lot of process for today. 

“Well, then I guess this is goodbye–”

And suddenly, a servo is in front of you. Stopping you from walking any further. You look back, only to find Optimus’ faceplate extremely close to you. 

“I-I … My apologies, I don’t know what took over me.”

It’s like you triggered something in him with your words. But you weren’t sure what. Now he looks confused and lost. As if I wanted to say more but can’t or don't have the words. You wanted to guess but your mind made you believe stupid ideas. Ones in which you prefer to not indulge any longer. They will only cause you unnecessary pain. 

“It’s alright, you must be emotional. That’s all.”

You wait for a few seconds in which you could see Optimus’ blue optics in all of their glory. They were beautiful as they were mysterious. So close that you could see the small circuitry and cables that make up his optics. Such intricacy that you find yourself lost in them. 

And then … you are ashamed. 

“I must go.”

You say as you look away, expecting him to move his servo but he doesn’t. 

“I must go.”

You say again and this time you see the hesitancy in his faceplace.

He slowly removes his servo and distances himself from you. His optics looks away and then looks at you in a repetitive manner. 

“Do you–”

“I–”

“Oh sorry, you go first–” You raise a hand, trying to get his attention only to be interrupted by the Prime. 

“No, you go first.”

It was awkward. And the fact that it was that way made you wonder what went wrong. In what moment did things between the two of you become so uncomfortable? Was it just the sudden realization of final peace? Was it too unrealistic for the two of you to believe? What is it? 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if there’s something you wanted to say before I leave?”

Optimus servo clutch into fits. He opens his intake but nothing would come out. It was strange to see him this way. So confused, so … innocent. As if he was a kid trying to ask for another piece of cake. Too shy to ask and yet you find these small moments to be a treasure. 

“I was just wondering …” 

He hesitates again. He closes his optics and lets out a heavy vent. Turning his entire body around, you are unable to see his faceplate. 

“When the time comes … Will you …”

His voice becomes so low that you are unable to hear him. 

“What?” 

You ask him, confused by his sudden lack of confidence. 

“Will you … me?”

He says again but the loud wind and low tone voice weren’t helping the situation. 

“... What?”

You ask once again, your voice gets louder, showing your clear annoyance at being unable to hear him.

“Will you come to Cybetron with me?!”

Suddenly, he turns around, you can see his faceplate again. 

It was that expression again. One that you had only seen a few times. That of pure distress. Worriness. Anxiety. You had seen it before. During that time you had been captured by a Decepticon, badly injured and bleeding. His troubled expression was the last thing you saw before going unconscious. 

But now? What was that distressed look for? What was he so worried about?

“I, I–”

What were you nervous for? Why were you stuttering? Your cheeks are getting hotter and you can’t speak. You can’t manage words. The expression on his faceplate had left you stunned as your brain tried to understand the reasoning behind it. 

The longer you take to answer, the more pain is evident on his faceplate. His eyebrows squish together and his optics tremble. His lips formed a thin line that slowly became an upside down smile. He is begging you to end his torment and yet you know you have to tell him the truth. 

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It’s quiet around the hangar. 

A small base had been built near Stonehenge. It was the logical thing to do after Cybertron had appeared above the ancient pillars. Although the American Government wasn’t too pleased to make negotiations with the British to let them have a base in their land. 

You weren’t even supposed to be here but due to all the commotion in the last days, they let you stay. As well, Optimus and the rest of the Autobots enjoyed your stay. No one asked you when you will leave nor ever mentioned that you were a bothered. So you decided to stay for a couple of days until things settle down. 

And because your boss had asked you to stay and bring back the full story when you are done. 

“Are we just going to pretend Prime is ok?”

“Not like we can do much either or.”

They probably didn’t see you. As they were too busy talking to each other, carrying a few boxes of what you thought to be Energon. Meanwhile, you were typing on your laptop behind some piles of metal. It’s not like you were hiding but you rather found yourself a place where you could not be bothered when you needed to concentrate. 

“I still can’t believe (Y/N) said no … I thought the two of them had a strong bond.”

“Yes but everything she knows is here,” Bumblebee puts down his box as Hot Rod walks close by.  “Besides, they were too different … things wouldn’t work out.” 

“But does she even know that Optimus’s processor has identified her as his Conjunx?” Hot Rod also puts the Energon box down and sits on top of it. “Boss-Bot won’t be able to attach to anyone ever again … Isn’t that a bit cruel?”

“Cruel?” Bumblebee inquiries. “His Conjunx is someone who lives a fraction of our lives. The universe enjoys the game and the Primes are the pawns.” 

“And they know how to play well.”

It started to rain. It wasn’t unusual for rain to come and go in England. 

The bots look at it with amusement. This was unknown in Cybertron. It will take a long time before they can rebuild Cybertron and go back home but this will be one of the things they will miss the most. 

“What is a Conjunx?”

You came out of your hiding spot, behind the bots and they quickly stumble in their steps as they look down on you. 

“What are you doing there?!”

“What is a Conjunx?”

You ask again, not caring whether Hot Rod or Bumblebee looked like they just had seen a ghost. 

“You don’t need to know that,” Bumblebee quickly starts to walk away while Hot Rod keeps looking back and forth. He looks hesitant but doesn’t speak, waiting for Bee’s next action. 

“You said Optimus saw me as his Conjunx,” you don’t move but rather speak loud enough for him to hear. 

“Yes but there’s no need–”

“She should know,” Hot Rod interrupts the talking yellow Mustang. 

“Optimus wouldn’t want it,” Bumblebee stops walking and turns to look at his comrade and you. There is certain determination in your eyes, letting him know that you won’t stop pushing it until you find the answers you were looking for. You had always been known for that, probably something Optimus likes about you. 

“Optimus will die of sadness if she doesn’t know.”

Bumblebee doesn't say a thing but just ex-vents heavily. 

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“Would you stay with me?”

That’s what you wanted to ask but you already knew the answer. A resounding ‘no’. There was nothing for him on Earth. Humanity had once betrayed him and now he is doubtful. Humanity will help rebuild Cybertron and after that the transformers will leave. It would be a selfish thing to ask him to stay. You can’t ask him to give up on everything he fought for. His home, his family and friends, everything was on Cybertron. And you just were a human who wanted him to stay. 

It’s still raining. 

But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop looking for him. 

Although you can already feel yourself getting sick. Your hair is wet and your clothes damp. 

It wasn’t unusual to rain in England but you hated how unpredictable the weather was. The wind was also strong but the base was already too far away to back away now. You had to find him. 

Suddenly, a truck you immediately recognized makes his way towards you. The bot you were looking for appeared in front of you but he aggressively stops and opens his pilot door, signaling to go in. 

You didn’t hesitate and jumped right in. Optimus closes the door and starts driving away as you are welcomed with warmness. Although you were cold and tired, you didn’t wait any longer.

“I was looking for–”

“Have you gone mad?” Optimus asks, his voice showing his clear annoyance. “ What are you doing in the rain without proper protection?”

“What? That doesn’t matter, I was–”

You wanted to start asking questions but you started to sneeze. 

“How can I leave knowing you are this helpless?”

And after that, all previous questions left your mind. 

“Excuse me? I can take care of myself.”

“Your actions tell me otherwise.”

You roll your eyes, maybe he had a point. Running in the rain to look for him was probably not the best of ideas. But you were not about to tell him that. 

“And what about you?” you sneeze again although more softly this time as to not to prove his point any further.  “Aren’t you too told to be outside without an umbrella, you could be getting rusty anytime now?”

Optimus didn’t say a word. Your words will resonate at the back of his processor. He can’t believe he ever thought you would say yes to coming to Cybertron with him. You were right, he was an old rusty robot. Too many scars, too many mistakes and injuries. He can’t provide you with anything. Not even a family. 

And yet he is selfish. 

And you sneeze again.

And again.

“Great, I think I am going to get sick.”

He hates that word. Cybertronians also get sick but rarely. But humans are different. According to his research and observations, humans tend to get sick often and tragically a lot of them die. 

Optimus didn’t want to say a word, his pride told him to stay quiet. That you don’t need his concern, you do not wish it nor want it.

But you sneeze again.

“I’ll be taking you to the closest hospital,” he says as he makes a turn, heading for the closest road. 

“I am not going to the hospital, it's just a cold–”

“You are going to the hospital and it's final,”His voice is demanding but you don’t care.

“No, I won’t–”

“Why won’t you take my feelings into consideration?!”

His inside trembles. You could feel how his engine gets louder. The air coming from his vents got warmer and for a moment you felt your heart race. Out of guilt for making the Prime lose composure.

“What if you die?” he asks again. “What would I do after you are gone?”

The more he talks, the more desperate he sounds. As if he was living the circumstances he speaks of. 

“Have you thought what my life would be like without your presence?” you feel the seatbelt across your chest get tighter. “Do you really wish for me to be tormented for eternity.”

“This isn’t about me going to the hospital, is it?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence answers your question. 

“Let me out Prime, I want to talk to you, face to faceplate.”

He drives off the road and takes you to a heavy section of a nearby forest. Raining still, the tall trees prevent the rain from fully touching the ground. But some drops still make it through. Not like you cared about getting wet, you already were but Optimus had other plans. 

Opening the door and removing the seat belt, you jump out of his alt form. You watch him transform, a scene you will never be tired of. It's beautiful as it is scary, yet he is gentle. He knows it can be scary and he moves slower, softly as if not to scare you. 

Optimus doesn’t mass shift but he tries to see you at an eye-level. It must be uncomfortable for him and before you ask him why he doesn’t size-down, you feel him move closer.

He puts one of his large servo on top of you, protecting you from any rain from touching you.

“I want you to be honest with me,” you say as your breath is agitated, your heart pumping against your chest.  “I need to hear it from you.”

“What do you feel for me?”

Without you knowing, Optimus’ spark is also pulsating strongly against his chassis. He moves his optics away for a second, only for them to return to look at you. 

“You are a valuable asset to the Autobot cause.”

“Is that all?”

“You are also an important comrade.” 

You didn’t expect him to fully understand what you were asking. But you were hoping he could read your undertones. 

“I am giving you one last chance,” you say, your hands turning into a fist. You weren’t the best at this either and if you were honest, you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve.  “Is that all you feel for me?”

The Prime has always been known to be eloquent. Especially with words. But when it comes to you, he loses all sense of vocabulary. It didn’t use to be that way. There used to be a time when you meant nothing to him but a friend. 

But you had never stopped looking for him. After the attacks in Chicago, even after Sam’s death, an occurrence in which he blamed himself, you never stopped looking for him

What is it? Why did you do it?

“Look at the rain … Can you count each drop that falls from the sky?”

Optimus moves his optics to look at his surroundings. The rain, the trees, the beauty of nature. It cannot compare to you. 

“No, I can’t,” you respond quickly, your face full of wonder.

“Then, you are the rain,” he says.  “And I am trying to count.”

He sees your hands soften. Your expression had become awkward, with now avoiding eyes and pink cheeks. He has this need to hold you but respects your anatomy. 

“I can’t tell you how I feel because there are not enough words to describe it,” he calculates his words but he finds himself taking longer to answer. “I could recite you all of Cybertronian poetry and yet that doesn't feel enough for me.”

You keep looking at him and he looks away. Your eyes were too beautiful and it distracts him immensely. 

“But if you were to ask me to count each star in the universe I would,” he lets his spark do the talking, finally subsiding the yearning it has been holding for a long time.  “If you asked me to bring you a star, I would bring you a constellation.”

“This old rusted body belongs to you but if you ask me for my silence and distance, I won’t retaliate.” 

“And if I asked you to stay with me, on Earth, would you do it?”

You know it was a selfish question. You didn’t want to make him choose between his world and you. But you just had to know if there was a small possibility, a small chance that the life you had with him could still be a possibility. 

After the accidents in Chicago, you had looked for him, only to find him broken. Sam’s death had affected him greatly but in that grieve of losing loved ones, something sparked. 

Three years. You had lived with him for three years, in an isolated cottage. Where he could have all the dandelions he wanted. Where he could care for animals and the two of you would look at the stars and try to count them. Each one of them. 

“If that’s what you wish,” Optimus says. “I would stay by your side as long as you would have me.”

“I can’t,” you look away this time. “I won’t ask you to stay with me.”

“You have a duty to complete and Cybertron is your home,” there is more to it. More doubts than you are able to articulate.  “When you asked me to go to Cybertron with you, I said no because I don’t think I am worthy to be on your side.”

“Have my actions made you feel this way?” 

“You are Optimus Prime … I think anyone would feel unworthy,” you pause, thinking about the earlier events. “But today, Bumblebee and Hot Rod told me that you see me as your Conjunx.”

Optimus opens his intake only to close it. He looks side to side, trying to evade eye contact. One of the few times you can tell he is shy. But him acting in such a way has also made your body betray you. You wonder if he can tell just how nervous you are. 

“Does that mean — You do?”

“You weren’t supposed to know,” his voice is delicate with an apologetic tone. As if you had just caught him stealing extra energon from the resource room.  “Without noticing, my processor had one day started the Conjunx Ritus and as time passed, we both successfully completed the requirements.”

“And before I knew it, my Spark belonged to you.”

“But we are so different.”

“And yet here we are,” he makes a pause and he hears the rain. He tries to calm down before asking his next question, knowing that this will break his Spark. “Does my affection displease you?”

“No, no, I just–” you stumble with your words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Is there a possibility that perhaps, in your heart, you reciprocate my sentiments?”

And you stay silent. Mostly because you don’t fully know what is going through your heart and the implications behind it. Can this even be possible? Are your feelings even real? Can he comprehend what your feelings are? Can this … Whatever it is, be real? 

“Please end my torment,” his faceplate looks to be in distress, his optics yearning. Longing for something unknown to the both of you.  “Your silence makes me have hope and I don’t want to suffer when you destroy my delusions.”

Gently, you walk towards him. You reach out a hand and touch his faceplate. Rubbing your soft skin against his cold metal. You watch his optics close, his engine gets louder just a bit but you hear him. As if your touch had saved him, healed him from whatever his processor agonized him with. 

“You are cold,” you say as you put your forehead against his faceplate. “Until you get warm, I’ll stay with you.”

Optimus didn’t need to ask further. You didn’t have to say anything either. He just basks himself into this moment. Not knowing what the future holds but he doesn’t care as long as you are with him. This moment won’t last forever but he wants to think that one day it could be true. 

A moment were he believed he could spend eternity counting the raindrops and stars in the sky with you. 

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’ve seen all the Bayverse movies but TLK is a movie that is a bit hard for me to write about because I don’t understand it much lol. But I still hope you like this and that it's not too OOC?  

It was fun to write this! So thank you so much for the request! :) 

[nrandomartist]

Still trying to figure out how to draw angry giant wife

[doctorsilverhead]

Steel and Skin Part 2 (Bayverse TLK Optikus Prime X Fem!Human Reader)

The night stretched on, heavy with the weight of what had just transpired between you and Optimus. His frame still trembled slightly, vents releasing uneven bursts of heated air. He held you carefully—almost too carefully, as if the sheer force of his emotions might break you. But he didn’t let go.

He couldn’t.

His massive servos curled possessively around your waist, pulling you closer, his helm resting against your smaller form. You could hear the deep, rhythmic hum of his spark beneath his plating, pulsing hard and erratic—far from the controlled, unwavering Prime the world knew.

He was still lost in you.

Optimus had spent centuries keeping himself composed, controlling every emotion, every urge. But you… you shattered that control. And now, he couldn't—wouldn’t—let you go.

His optics followed your every movement, hyper-focused, obsessed, drinking in every shift of your expression, every breath, every tiny quiver of your lips. You were his now. Completely.

His servo tightened slightly around your waist, just enough for you to feel the weight of it. His voice, deep and raw, rasped against your skin: “You belong to me.”

The words weren’t a question. They weren’t even a request. They were a statement of fact. A vow.

If another Autobot dared step near the outpost? His glowing optics darkened, his entire frame going rigid, positioning himself between you and them. They were no threat, not really—but the mere thought of someone else even looking at you made his circuits burn.

Jealousy settled deep in his spark, something he had never allowed himself to feel before. But now? The idea of you giving attention to another—laughing with someone that wasn’t him, touching someone that wasn’t him? It infuriated him.

“No one else,” he murmured, pressing his helm against your shoulder, his massive frame coiling around you like a shield. “Only me. Say it.”

You swallowed hard, fingers brushing the seams of his faceplate. He leaned into your touch desperately, his vents shuddering. “Only you, Optimus,” you whispered.

He exhaled sharply, and if he were human, you swore he would have moaned.

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But even in his possessiveness, his devotion—fear crept in.

Had he been too much? Had he let himself go too far? The thought made his grip on you loosen slightly, his optics dimming with something that almost looked like regret.

He wanted you so badly, and for the first time in centuries, he had taken something for himself. But now, the weight of it terrified him.

He was a warrior. A Prime. A machine built for battle, for war. And you? You were everything he was not. Soft. Warm. Human. How could you ever truly belong to him?

“I should not have…” His voice wavered, and you had never heard it sound so fragile.

You reached for him, your hands brushing his battle-worn plating. “Optimus,” you murmured, commanding his attention. “I chose this. I chose you.”

His optics flickered, uncertain, searching. “Even knowing what I am?”

“Especially knowing what you are.”

And just like that, his resolve snapped all over again.

He crashed into you—holding, cradling, devouring.

This time, when he kissed you, there was no hesitation, no restraint—only pure, unfiltered devotion.

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Optimus had fought every battle, faced every enemy—but nothing had prepared him for this.

The instinct was primal, something ancient buried deep within his coding. Now that he had you, his entire being demanded more.

He had always known about sparkbonding, the Cybertronian act of permanently linking one’s spark with another’s essence. It was irreversible. Sacred. And now…

He wanted it with you.

His fingers trembled as they traced your skin, optics burning with something deeper than desire—something eternal.

“I want to bond with you,” he admitted, voice raw. “To make you mine, forever.”

You felt the weight of those words. Cybertronians didn’t bond lightly. It was a lifetime commitment, a merging of souls, a connection that no force in the universe could break.

“What does that mean?” you asked softly.

He gently cupped your face, his digits careful, reverent. “It means my spark will recognize you as its mate. That I will always feel you. That no matter where you go, I will be with you.”

His vents hitched, his body trembling with restraint. “But if I do this, I will never be able to let you go.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, but there was no hesitation when you whispered: “Then take me, Optimus.”

His entire frame shuddered violently, his optics burning with unrestrained devotion.

He pulled you flush against him, his servos curling possessively around your body. His chest plating shifted, parting slightly, exposing the faint, pulsing glow of his spark. You gasped as the warmth of it enveloped you, a sensation like nothing you had ever felt before—like pure energy, raw and electric, pulling you in.

And as you reached toward it, allowing yourself to be claimed by him, Optimus whispered your name like a prayer.

Because tonight, you were not just his lover.

You were his bonded love. His forever.

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@musicalmedli

[localrobotfragger555]

New diva alert 🚨🚨🚨🚨

[gxhana]

How about some alt mode nsfw. How would it happen. Reader is female. Would she tease him by touching his protoform that he uses a holoform or would he stop and make her get out before having her. TLK version of him.

Chrome and Fire (TLK!Optimus Prime x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink, orgasm, Size Difference, overstimulation.

The low rumble of his engine sent shivers down your spine as you sat in the cab of his alt mode, your fingers trailing lazily over the smooth leather seat. The night air was thick with heat, the faint scent of fuel and metal mixing with the lingering aroma of the earth beneath his tires. You knew you were pushing your luck, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Your hand slid lower, caressing the polished dashboard, fingertips teasing over the seams where his protoform lurked beneath the steel plating.

“Do you know what you’re doing, little one?” His voice growled through the speakers, low and edged with something dangerous.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Just admiring you, Prime. Is that a crime?”

A deep rev vibrated through the seat, a warning.

“I suggest you stop,” he rumbled, but there was no real bite in it.

You didn’t listen. You traced the curve of the gear shift, the metal subtly warmer than the rest of his frame, pressing your palm against it just to feel him react.

The next second, the seatbelt locked tight across your chest. The door beside you clicked open.

“Out.”

Your breath hitched, thighs pressing together instinctively at the raw command in his voice. He rarely used that tone unless he was done holding back.

You obeyed, stepping out onto the dirt road, heart hammering. Before you could say anything, the ground beneath you shifted. The transformation was swift, controlled—plating unfolding, gears clicking, and pistons hissing as his massive form loomed above you, silver and blue catching the dim moonlight.

He crouched slightly, his optics burning down at you. “You seem to have forgotten your place.”

You swallowed hard, every inch of your body tingling as he reached for you, metal fingers curling around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly. His plating shifted slightly, revealing glimpses of the molten, shifting protoform beneath—alive, burning, waiting.

You gasped as he pressed you against the cool surface of his own armor, the contrast against your heated skin making you whimper. His grip was firm, possessive, his optics glowing as he leaned in.

“I will remind you,” he promised, voice a rasp of fire and steel.

And then, he did.

You barely had time to react before his grip tightened, pressing you against the cool metal of his plating. The sheer size of him, the raw power in every movement, made your head spin. His protoform flickered beneath the surface, like molten fire trapped beneath steel, and when his fingers brushed over your thighs, you felt the heat radiating from him.

"You were reckless," he murmured, voice thrumming deep in his chest. "Touching me like that while I was in my alt mode. Do you understand what you've done?"

You swallowed, nails digging into the seams of his armor, gasping as his fingers traced higher. "I—"

A sharp whirring sound cut you off as his plating shifted again, exposing more of the shifting mass beneath, fluid and alive. The contrast was intoxicating—cold, solid steel against the warmth of something far more primal.

He tested your resolve first, running the very tips of his fingers along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You trembled, back arching against his frame as your breath hitched. He was slow, deliberate, watching the way you reacted, how your pulse raced beneath his touch.

"You wanted to tease me," he mused, optics burning bright in the dim light. "Now, you're trembling at my mercy."

His voice alone sent a pulse of need through you, but it was nothing compared to the way he handled you—easing you open, pressing against you with the unmistakable promise of something more. His protoform was hot against your skin, shifting as if attuning itself to you, adapting, molding. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, but you wanted it.

Your fingers clawed at his plating, breathless. "Please…"

The word was all he needed.

The next moment, he pushed forward, stealing the air from your lungs as pleasure surged through you. His hold was unyielding, keeping you exactly where he wanted, letting you feel every inch of him. His movements were controlled at first—measured, teasing—but as your cries grew desperate, his restraint began to fray.

His vents released a deep, heated gust of air as he pressed you tighter against his frame, the friction sending electric jolts through your entire body. His rhythm grew stronger, more possessive, and all you could do was cling to him, lost in the sheer intensity of it.

"Mine," he growled, voice raw with hunger.

The sound alone shattered you.

Your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you could hardly breathe. He didn't stop—he drew it out, letting you ride the sensation until you were left trembling, boneless in his grasp.

He grab your little neck just enough for you to choke, he kept his eye contact as he fucked you hard and rough until you cum till you were left dry.

Only then did he ease, his frame humming with satisfaction.

For a long moment, you could only rest against him, catching your breath, feeling the lingering heat of his protoform cooling against your skin. Then, his voice, softer now but still edged with authority:

"Next time, think carefully before tempting me."

Something about the way he said it made you think there would absolutely be a next time.

[jinbeizamezama]

I was compelled to draw an Optimus version of this Omniman meme.

[crispy-art-on-fire]

Transformers: The last Knight rewrite

A ramble about my ideas because I’m probably never writing the fic. Also Bay being back in the transformers movie seat is terrible news for my sanity.

In short: Optimus actually forsakes his faith in humanity after The age of extinction and becomes the major antagonist.

Now to get into it:

Ok so firstly some changes for pre-movie. For Age of Extinction Optimus was tricked using Sam Witwicky’s contact to meet him alone, only to met with soldiers. Attacking him while his guard is down amd severely injuring him before Sam intervenes and manages to secure his escape at the cost of his life.

Optimus goes dormant after sending the message to the Autobots that they’ve been betrayed. Only waking up later by Cade repairing him. The repairs take much more time here and Optimus gets to learn about Cade, Lucas and Tessa at the time he stays there. But when their diminishing funds threatens the house Lucas sells Optimus out to get the funds. Things happen like AoE after this with the minor changes. Like making Tessa’s boyfriend 18 to make Cade’s overprotectiveness more of a clear cut flaw.

Important things going forward: The parallels between Cade and Optimus with their relationships to Tessa and Bumblebee. The broken barely amicable family of the remaining Autobots. And Optimus killing Attinger to save Cade, feeling no remorse afterwards.

Really for AoE the only major changes comes at the end when Lockdown is dead. Optimus gives Earth six years before his return so Tessa can get her education and they can live up to their dreams but when he leaves he gathers all the remaining Autobots (just four, no more) onto Lockdown’s ship. That’s when he betrays them. Ripping Hound’s arms off before one by one incapacitating the rest, locking them up in cages.

Optimus cannot lose them, not now, not ever. He’d wronged his people by choosing to protect humans, he sees that now, and so he decided to strike a deal with the newly revived Megatron to end their war and revive Cybertron.

Now we begin The Last Knight. In the five years passed Optimus and Megatron has worked to regain their energon supply in order to raise up a new generation of hatchlings. Drift has decided to follow Optimus in this hope for a future despite the costs while Crosshair and Hound believes Optimus has gone crazy working with the ‘Cons. Bumblebee has throughout this time tried to escape with not much luck. Optimus’ connection to Quintessa as the last prime means that he can sense where Cybertronians are and hear her voice speaking to him in the tongues of the dead. For this he has chosen the name Nemesis Prime, the Optimus that lead the Autobots died with them (he does not deserve that name anymore).

Meanwhile on Earth the hunt for transformers continues and with it Cade’s effort to save them. In doing so he’s a wanted man and his relationship with Tessa has suffered as he shuts her out for her safety. However she doesn’t stop trying to reach out and track him down because damn it, they’re into this crazy task together, eventually deciding to infiltrate the government to learn what they’re doing so she can at least attempt to sabotage it from the inside.

The events start as Cade fails to save a scared transformer in hiding and is almost executed by the goverment before Optimus steps in and rescues him. An echo of the past and reaffirming Optimus’ choice as well as continues to challenge it. They catch up, Cade filling in what’s been happening while Optimus listens. Before they’re interrupted by an urgent com to Optimus: Bumblebee has escaped again.

Cut to Mikaela, a now established mechanic and firm believer of “not my problem”. She’s been living her life since Sam broke up with her all the way back and she’s not about to risk it by sticking her neck out on the chopping block. However when Bumblebee shows up in her driveway begging for help… well, who would she be to say no to that.

I haven’t ironed out the details for the middle part of the story (like usual) because I’m basically throwing out everything about secret society and Britain in there. The knights are unnecessary so they get chopped too. I think the mcguffin in this case would still be a staff but instead of it being given to Merlin it’s basically deep in the Earth’s crust and works like a key for Unicron. So trying to extrapolate world building from the Bay movies is an effort in frustration because every new movie brings up something completely new unrelated to the previous which means I have to come up with a way to make sense of this myself so here’s the current idea: A long time ago while Cybertron still lived it created an egg and shot it through space, this tore open the ground and was remembered as a great calamity. Unicron is what hatched from this egg and later developed into Earth. To activate Unicron would make it call to Cybertron to it as a chick would its parent. Except the dying and starving Cybertron will then devour its offspring to live.

Mikaela is the person with the credentials to try to prevent this from happening as a minor change is she actually did end up touching the Allspark. Meaning Unicron will (hopefully) recognize her as its mother and not call doomsday planet (Mikaela is not looking forward to it). During the course of the story it would basically explore how the allspark affected her and her new powers as one of the first things she does is hide Bumblebee from Optimus so they can try to secure the key on their own.

Cade’s role in the story would basically be the one unwavering person that has faith in Optimus and that he’s actually not turned evil. He’s on the Prime’s side right up until he realizes that he’s actually going to go through with killing Earth, deciding to defect and help Mikaela and Bumblebee with their hunt.

The major antagonist will ofc be Optimus and under him is Megatron, Grimlock+the dinobots and a reluctant Drift. While the minor antagonists are the US government as they go to war with the remaining transformers and make everything worse for everyone. Tessa being our contact on the inside who is desperately trying to come up with a way to end this conflict before mutual destruction happens.

And that’s what I got for now! :] Terrible times for everyone.

[botmilf]

More Ephemeris content because I'm growing increasingly obsessed with this new story idea by the day lol

[zackaryart]

I love drawing optimus so here is a piece of optimus from the last knight but if he was in TFP

[delightful-hatter]

What if Transformers had fur??

may I offer an Optimus with a fluffy chest?

[t-a-a-1]

Well seeing that waiting for rain part 2 is dead last im gonna yap about it. Seriously I love it its so funny and chat loves seeing oppy getting jelly no matter the verse~ I really want to see Bayverse reader though and their kids after optimus gets back to them. His children dogpile their dad the moment he gets back worried out of their minds for their papa and poor reader quietly crying with relief that he's back home safe. Primeverse reader getting emotional at the reunion quietly asking optimus of they would be able to be like that.

I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH! AND I REALLY CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE KEEP BEING GREAT!

Waiting For Rain Pt.2

Summary: Optimus from TLK comes to the TFP universe by accident and tries to get Prime Optimus to confess his feelings for you. 

Chapters: 2 out of 3

TW: Idk Optimus down bad, obsessed with you, jealousy, all that good stuff. Angst, Fluff, will have a happy ending. 

Previous Chapter

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You had fallen into the clasp of Megatron’s servos.

It happened so fast that Prime Optimus didn’t even have a chance to scream for your name. 

And when Team Prime returned to the base, everyone kept talking out loud. Despair and fear was felt across the room and even when his friends were speaking to him, he heard nothing. 

“Where is (Reader)?”

The great presence of Knight Optimus silenced the entire base. His counterpart from another dimension had a hostile aura to him. He knew himself, he knew he wouldn't hurt his team members.  But others? He wasn’t so sure. 

“Where is she?”

Knight Optimus asked again, this time more demanding … more scared.

And when there is no answer, his entire faceplate changes. 

His previous strong facade shattered. It’s that same feeling. One he wished he could forget. But it's a constant reminder. Always at the back of his processor. 

Remembering that time where you almost died on his servos. The shattering of bones, the tears and the blood. Oh Primus, so much blood. 

Knight Optimus knew very well that his spark was no longer strong as it used to. It wouldn’t be able to take another loss. 

“Megatron has her.”

Prime Optimus finally raises his voice. Keeping his counterpart’s gaze. 

“I told you I should have gone,” Knight Optimus said and Prime knew he was right. “I would have killed him.”

“That’s not the answer.”

“Oh, what a fool you are!” Knight Optimus doesn’t hold back, his anger fully overtaking him. “You are so lucky to have friends around you but I didn’t!”

“In my dimension, I lost Jazz,Elita-One,Ironhide, Arcee, Ratchet and so many more for me to realize that I was a fool!” Knight Optimus said. “It was only when I started to take action that the deaths finally stopped.” 

“What’s gonna take for you?” Knight Optimus kept looking down at Prime and although he kept his gaze, it was becoming complicated. But as leader, he won’t back down.

“Will her death be the thing to finally snap you out of your stupid fantasies?”

“We cannot build a better world for Cybertron without those fantasies.” 

Although he meant each word, there was some hesitation. Not because he doubted himself but because he felt Knight Optimus might say something else he could not have an answer to.

“This is not about Cybertron.”

“If she dies and you don’t tell her how you feel,” Knight Optimus said. “What will be left of you?”

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“So do you and Optimus Prime … Interface?”

You were well aware that the Decepticons did not interact much with humans. Not expecting any kind of good treatment from them, you were surprised when all of them came to you, offering you some human ‘fuel.’ Apparently Megatron asked them to bring you some food. 

“Interface?” you ask as you tilted your head. “What is that?”

“You know, when there’s a deep connection between two Cybertronians, they–”

“Knock Out! Do not corrupt the mind of the human!” Shockwave interrupts the Decepticon doctor. “Her miniscule mind may over-heat in the process of trying to understand the complexity of Cybertronian Sparkbounding … and we wouldn’t want her dying in our watch.”

“But doesn’t the thought pique your curiosity? I thought you lived to gain knowledge, Shockwave,” Knock Out gave you some chips that you were eating along with a soda. He found it interesting watching you eat. “Can you imagine the kind of experiments you could make if humans and Cybertronians were compatible enough to create life?”

Shockwave stayed quiet for a few seconds as if thoroughly analyzing the situation. Thinking of all the possibilities, exhilarated his spark.

“That sounds … logical,” Shockwave said. “Human, you shall tell us the nature of your relationship with Optimus Prime for scientific purposes.”

“Optimus is just my guardian,” you say with a sigh. “It really doesn’t go beyond that.”

Shockwave and Knock Out look at you then at each other. Suddenly, Knock Out starts maniacally laughing while Shockwave just shakes his helm. 

“You seriously can’t believe that,” Knock Out said, cleaning a few energon tears from his optics. “Prime’s frame adjusts whenever he sees you! Is so evident that it's even cringe to watch when he tries to—”

He stops talking as he notices your confused expression. The evil medic gets closer to you, amused. 

“Wait, you really don’t know?” Knock Out asks. “His frame gets bigger around you to show his strength and to ward off other potential mates. Even his electromanic waves radiate at a different frequency to try and lure you in! Any Cybertronian from within 100 miles could clearly see that!”

That was a lot of information and some of it you didn’t want to even try and process it. 

You simply kept eating and drinking your soda. 

“Its not logical that a Prime has affection for … this being,” Shockwave said. “There must be a mistake.”

Knock Out stretches out a finger and slowly reaches towards you. Indifferent and already used to big servos holding you, you didn’t flinch at all. 

Quickly, he pokes your cheek. Find it fascinating that your skin would just adjust around his metal and go back to its original form. 

“... They have their charm.” 

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  Optimus Prime tried his best to keep his composure. On his exterior, he appeared calm and collected. But it was a completely different story on the inside. 

It was a raging storm. One he has never experienced. He tried not falling into despair. Thinking of all the ways the Decepticons could harm you. Even when that might not be their intention. Humans are fragile and the Decepticons have little to no experience handling humans. 

What if they hold you the wrong way and dislocate a limb? Or if the Nemesis is too cold and you die out of hypothermia? Or pierce your skin with their sharp servos?

What if? What if? What if?

“It won’t take long before Megatron tries to contact us—”

-INCOMING CALL- 

Ratchet looks behind to see the rest of his team. Keeping up with Optimus’ gaze to look for his approval. The Prime nodded and Ratchet immediately accepted the call. 

Megatron quickly appears on the monitor’s screen. Large enough for everyone to see. 

“Megatron,” Optimus was the first one to speak. “Where is (Reader)?”

He didn’t want to sound desperate but Primus, he was about to beg him to let him see you. He needed the reassurance to know that you were safe and he needed it now. 

“She is under the care of Shockwave and Knock Out … Feel relieved that she is being taken care of with our best elements and has earned our respect.”

Megatron said as Optimus wanted to continue asking more questions

“What are your conditions–”

“Megatron,” Knight Optimus steps past Prime, almost pushing him to the side so he could see a screen. His optics analyzed Megatron’s frame. “Return (Reader) to me immediately and in exchange I’ll grant you a quick death.” 

Megatron didn’t want to show his clear confusion. But rather amusement. He was aware of the dangers that it meant to have two Primes in the same world. Yet, he would not let himself show any distress. 

“And who’s this? Another Prime?” Megatron questioned, 

“I gave up on that title a very long time ago,” Knight Optimus raised his voice, showing his annoyance at not getting the answer he wanted.  “I am no longer tied to morality nor responsibilities. I live to protect those I care for. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Deception? I am impressed,” said Megatron through the screen. “I know you too well Prime, you cannot let go of your stupid ideologies of peace and redemption.”

“If that’s what you wish to believe then I won’t stop you,” Knight Optimus’ voice was so loud that it intimidated those around him. “But do not be surprised when I come hunting for you, because I will, and I’ll tear your spark out of your frame and extinguish it with my own servos.”

Megatron got closer to the screen, slowly. Their optics on each other, a mental battle to see who of two would break first. 

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

This wasn’t the Prime he knew. He was different. More decisive. More aggressive. No hesitation. 

Megatron had to be careful. 

“Then I’ll be waiting, Prime.”

-END OF CALL-

Optimus Prime was furious, and yet he was calm. As much as he could as he angrily pushed his counterpart away from the computer. Is he not aware of what he has done? Prime is desperate to see you. He might break at any second due to his anxiety and Knight Optimus had ruined everything. 

“You need to learn how to control yourself! We were on the point to have a peaceful exchange between–”

“There’s no peaceful exchange and there won’t be one,” Knight Optimus stood his ground. “I am killing him. That’s definite.” 

Everyone exchanged a quick look. Arce, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Bulkhead knew Optimus wouldn’t dare to say such things. Not even in the worst of situations. Maybe he has mentioned it but there will always be some regret in his voice that let everyone know that there was some kindness in him. 

“You are mad,” Optimus Prime stepped back a few steps.  “You cannot let your emotions dictate your actions.”

“I am not. I am just doing what must be done,” Knight Optimus was equally angered. “I don’t care if he surrenders or asks for mercy. He should have known of the consequences. Death shall fall upon anyone who dares hurt those I care for. It's not a threat, it's a promise.”

Deep down, Prime Optimus wanted to agree. To say let himself go and do what his counterpart says. Because he doesn’t know how much longer he can stand without being by your side. To have you safe and sound next to him. The thought that you might be in pain or hurt is the greatest of his torments. 

“And I plan to keep it.”

Before Optimus Prime could mutter another world. Everyone’s attention was directed towards the Groundbridge. 

It made a sound not pleasant to Ratchet’s ears. It rattled and its turbines overworked itself. But they couldn’t stop it, not knowing what the consequences could be if they did. Instead, they were cautious as they saw a tiny figure run from within the green portal. 

She barely made out in time, jumping and landing on the ground as behind her, the groundbridge exploded.

The figure tries to catch her breath and slowly stands up to reveal her appearance.

“(READER)?!!!”

It was you but from another dimension.

“I-I-made it–” you tried catching your breath as your eyes lay on the bots in front of you. You weren’t surprised to see robots, but there were some unknown faces you didn’t recognize.

“My dearest!” 

Knight Optimus ran towards you and fell to his knees the moment his optics met your gaze. He didn’t hesitate to gently grab you and hold you on his servo. Putting your body closely to his faceplate, you stretched your arms to try and have the best grab on him. Plating kisses on his metal and pecking his intake.

The base fell silent as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.

“What are you doing here?” Knight Optimus asked.

“I came looking for you! It’s been a month, Optimus! A month!” You said with tears in your eyes. “Wheeljack had to do the impossible to get me here”

“A month?” This fact was strange because it has only been a couple of days for Optimus since the explosion. “How are the bitlets?”

“They miss you,” you say, not caring about the other bots staring. “But they are fine, Sideswipe and Bumblebee are taking care of them.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” Knight Optimus uses one derma to caress your hair. “You are in a delicate state, you need to be more careful.”

“I am pregnant Optimus, not sick,” you reprimand him even when all you want is to melt in his arms. “I am only three months in, I am fine.”

After a few seconds of reading each other's minds, the two of you break the gaze and focus on the rest of the bots looking straight at you. Mouths wide up, optics widen and astonished expressions. 

You only raised a hand and waved.

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Optimus Prime watched as you climbed down Knight Optimus ' body. The mech moved his body automatically, learning exactly where to move. He talked to the rest of the Autobots, taking full command of the rescue mission. Meanwhile, Prime was thinking of more peaceful ways to get you back. 

Locating the Nemesis and infiltrating it would be the best course of action. 

“Hey,” you call to him, feeling a bit shy about the whole ordeal. “Are you alright?”

You look … exactly like you. Except that your clothes were more loose and the scent was also different. 

Radiating a distinctive smell similar to his. But not completely. It was pleasant for him. Comforting. Increasing his need to protect you. 

“I am doing fine, thank you for asking,” he said, still in awe. “Are you feeling well?”

His gaze focused on your belly, there was a small bump. Cybertronians babies were relatively small, but their growth pace was different than those of humans. 

“Oh this? I am fine, it's not my first one so I am not as scared,” you say as you put a hand on your bump. “I am surprised that you are so calm … My Optimus would be going insane if I was in the position your (Reader) is.”

“I am very good at controlling my emotions.”

“Controlling or hiding?”

The leader of the Autobots, who didn’t believe to be one at the moment, stays silent. He looked away even when he knew that he couldn’t part away from your eyes for too long. 

“My Optimus told you that you haven’t confessed to your (Reader)?” you try to sound as gentle as possible, with hopes that your eyes can meet his optics again. “Don’t you like her enough?” 

“Oh no, Primus knows I adore her,” he said.  “It’s just … I don’t think I have enough words to express it properly. Nor do I believe I am worthy of her.”

There was something about him that reminded you of your Optimus. It didn’t surprise you. On the outside, your Optimus looks aggressive and short-tempered but you know that he has his gentle side. He has proven to you, time and time again, that he is kind. 

This Optimus, however, seemed to be younger and less experienced. Yet, he feels too much. Maybe feelings that a human is not capable of feeling. Something deeper, more beautiful. 

“My Optimus was just like that,” you look to the side to find Optimus still talking to the rest of the Autobots.  “It took me almost dying for him to confess. And even after that, it took him weeks for him to make up his mind.”

“And what did he say?”

“Well, it was raining,” you sigh as you remember the day. The countryside of England, Cybertron in the view and a sudden rainstorm. “And he asked me, ‘can you count each drop that falls from the sky?”

Prime listened to the story with tenderness in his optics. 

“I said no and he looked at me and very tenderly he said, ‘Then you are the rain … and I am trying to count.”

The Prime smiles at you. He still can't believe it. There is a version of him that you love. In another dimension, in another life, he has you and everything he ever imagined. 

“You don’t have to say I love you,” you say as you look back to look at him. “You just have to be genuine and she’ll understand.”

“And if she says no?”

“She won’t,” the thought sounded a bit ridiculous to you. There isn’t a version of you who wouldn’t love Optimus.  “I know because well … I am her and I love y— My Optimus.”

Prime wanted to say something.  A simple ‘thank you’ should be enough. And yet, your beauty left him speechless. As if you were glowing, you belonged directly among the most beautiful beings in the universe. 

“My moon and stars,” Knight Optimus interrupts the moment as he kneels in front of you.  “Please wait for my return.”

He proceeds to gently touch your head and caress your hair. The scenery made the rest of the Autobots look at the two of you with endearment. 

 “I shall bring you Megatron’s helm as a humble offering.”

The Autobots’ intake was slightly open. Their optics are wide open. The silence was vast in the base. 

“What? Don’t Cybertronians in your universe provide the head of their partner’s enemy as an offering?” Knight Optimus asked nonchalantly.  “No wonder why none of you are able to find Sparkmates.”

Not caring about the stares any longer, Knight Optimus went back to look at you.

“And I shall bring my future sparkling Megatron’s spark-case,” he said. “That should make a nice online-celebration gift.”

Even when you weren’t the biggest fan of violence and definitely didn’t want Megatron’shead in your living room, you had to respect Cybertronian culture. Optimus always seemed his happiest when he told stories about Cybertron to his bitlets. Whenever they go geode hunting or simply do Cybertronian rituals. 

And this was part of a ritual as well. To show he cares, that he is the strongest and he can still protect you. 

“Please, do not put yourself in unnecessary danger,” you say. “Our kids are waiting for you at home.”

“I shall try to not overexert myself.” 

Knight Optimus stands up and this time focuses his attention to his much smaller counter part. 

“Prime,”Knight Optimus called to him. “This idea is my plan but we are going to need you to lead. You know the land better than I do.”

“I do not intend on participating in acts of violence when there are more peaceful ways to achieve our goal,” he tried to act calm. But he knew that if Optimus gave him a good reason to throw everything away and look for you, he would take it. 

“You cannot expect to gain something without sacrificing something in return. In the past, I've sacrificed my morals to protect those I love … And I do not regret it. Not a single bit”

His voice sounded different, more tame. As if your whole presence had reminded him that, indeed, there are other ways to convince people. 

“My family … Life is more important than any hopeful ideologies you may have,” Knight Optimus looks at you then back at his counterpart. “They are worth the sacrifice.”

And that was a good reason. A very good one. But before he could agree and get ready for war, you interrupted him. 

“Wait!” you yell, raising your hands.  “Before deciding on anything … Would it be possible to locate (Reader) using the Groundbridge’s DNA Energon identification system?”

“That feature only works with Cybertronians by using their energon samples,” Ratchet responds your question. “Not humans.”

You put a hand on your belly, looking down at your small bump, you began to explain.

“Whenever I carry, I am able to eat energon because my sparkling creates anti-mechs for my body to resist it, meaning—”

“That your blood contains energon,” Arcee says and immediately the dots started to connect.

“Energon that can be used to track (Reader),” Bulkhead turns to look at Ratchet who stood next to Bumblebee. “It should be a perfect match, wouldn’t it be Ratchet?”

“In theory … Is possible,” the mech doc said. “But we will need to extract a significant amount of blood. Are you prepared for that?”

“Of course!”

“(Reader),” Knight Optimus calls your name and his faceplate immediately shows a concerned expression. “Are you sure? The sparkling already takes too much of your energy, I don’t want you to have any complications or–”

“Yes, I am sure,” you interrupt him, determination in your voice. “It's my body and I know how much it can take.”

“As you wish,” he smiles at you, falling in love all over again. Your acts of kindness and decisions completely take a part of it all.  “Then we shall start preparing to infiltrate the Nemesis.”

“And I’ll prepare the Groundbridge with (Reader)’s energon sample.

Everyone went back to work, especially Ratchet who had to prepare the coding for things to work properly. 

“Ratchet,” Prime called his name, making the doctor stop on his track. “Please be gentle with her.”

Ratchet simply nods and smiles. 

“Of course.”

Knight Optimus also smiles at you and you smile back. No words were needed to know what the other was thinking. 

He leaves you to prepare for the mission. 

From your jean’s pocket, you take out a small box. A metal one with one simple red button on it. Wheeljack had told you to press it and it would automatically open a portal that will bring you back to your dimension. 

It will only work once. So you have to be careful with it. You will use it, when the time is right.

Suddenly, you feel heavy optics on you. 

Its Optimus Prime, the much smaller version of your husband, was directly looking at your belly. 

“Do you want to feel them?”

There was a blue shade on his faceplate. Out of embarrassment and excitement. 

But he doesn’t hesitate.

He kneels in front of you. Slowly he reaches out a single digit and places it on your bump. 

Prime felt it. The electromagnetic waves. It was like a perfect melody. A sweet combination of you and him. A pure, beautiful being. Full of life, of love. So perfect. 

The palpitation of its spark. A constant reminder of the reason to continue fighting. To continue living. 

Prime prayed to Primus for another chance. For you to be safe, unharmed and for a single opportunity to make his fantasies exist in this dimension. 

As for he can’t imagine a life were this is not a reality. 

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A/N: the writing was horrible for this chapter but I just wanted to write a continuation for this because I didn’t know how to continue “Oil Confessions” nor “The Day After” but anon gave me inspiration and ideas so this is how this came to be!

Thank you so much for reading!

I don’t proofread my stories so sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes.

The next chapter will conclude this story!

Once again, thank you for the ideas and for reading! It was fun to write this :)

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