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First Kiss

Summary: Optimus kisses you for the first time.

Optimus X Reader, Short drabble

He kissed you. 

And it's been a day since. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you had pushed him away. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And what did you do?

You held his servos and kissed them tenderly.

You left after that.

And now Optimus' spark still aches for more. 

Will you come to the hangar today? 

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

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Alright … I gotta write something about this now 😭

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

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

PLEASE LET THIS HAPPEN

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

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

Drabble 1: Lipgloss

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

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

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

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

“What is that?”

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

“What?”

You look up from your workstation, smiling at him. 

“That red paint in your intake.”

“Oh, it's lipgloss!”

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

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

Tilting your head, you proceeded to ask another question. 

“...What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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Drabble 2: The Date

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

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Ratchet has taken notice of Optimus' sudden change. 

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

He has been going on patrol duty more often. 

Talks nervously when he is around a certain someone. 

Staring at that same person with longing optics. 

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

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

“I am going on a date.”

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

“What is a date?”

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

“Partner?”

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

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

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

“Yes, kind of.”

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

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

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

“Well, I wish you luck on this date.”

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

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

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

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

Oh well.

Until next time!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Optimus was unknown to envy … until today. 

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

After that day, Optimus was … more distant. 

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

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

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

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

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

You notice his distance and confront him about it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes, it won’t be the same.

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

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

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Counting Stars

Ch. 5: Skylight

TFP Optimus x Female Reader

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

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

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Ch.5 Skylight

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

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

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

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

But where are you?

Where is his sparkling?

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

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

Where are you? Where is the sparkling?

Where?

Where? 

Where? 

Where? 

Where?

Where?

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

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

“Optimus.”

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

“How is he doing?”

“Stable but in a deep sleep.”

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

No, she couldn’t think like that.

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

“What are we going to do?”

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

“What do you want to do?”

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

“I can’t–”

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

“Is there?”

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

“Does that mean … they–”

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

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

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

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

Then, Arcee’s processor started to make connections. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And this one?”

“Oh, that’s a mushroom, that's a totally different species.”

Yet, here you are. 

You would have never figured out that Nemesis Prime had a private garden of his own. Around the size of a football field and with an open ceiling, it was your favorite place to be. You could forget for a moment your situation. 

It's not like Prime had you captive, he allowed you to go anywhere … as long as Jetfire went with you. He had become sort of a bodyguard to you.

“I can’t believe it,” Jetfire was in disbelief, his optics widened as a sudden realization hit him. “You, the plants, the animals … your kind cannot live without one or the other … your entire ecosystem … all of it is just one big creature. Everything is connected.”

“Doesn’t Cybertron have an ecosystem?” you ask as you sat in the grass, you gathered a couple of flowers to make flower crowns. 

“Cybertronians are … and invasive species. We can live at any place as long as there is energon we can mine,” Jetfire looks at you with curiosity. Wondering why you would take the life of such beautiful flowers. “Unlike your species who can only live on Earth, we don’t depend on one and other to survive.”

“Is that why … Maybe Cybertronians have such a hard time creating meaningful connections?” you ask, thinking about how even their way of speaking is formal to one and the other. “Never asking for help, living for millions of years, not having the necessity to reproduce either to continue the species … kinda solitary, right?”

“Correct,” Jetfire’s voice is sad as much as it is gentle. “And  between Cybertronians, the creation of another Cybertronian is not an easy task either.”

“And yet, it was so easy for you,” he looks at you with so much wonder and excitement. You never thought how easy it was for humans to reproduce and create new life. To Cybertronians the creation of life was a complete miracle. To you? An everyday thing.  “How does it feel?”

“Well … It's actually kicking right now … do you want to feel them?”

Jetfire reaches a servo towards you. You can see that he is scared by the way he is slow and his servo trembles. Wanting to make him feel comfortable, you put a hand on his servo and guide him towards your belly. 

He puts the servo on your belly and waits. When suddenly he feels something move underneath him. 

He quickly moves his servo and moves a few inches away from you. 

“Sorry, did it scare you?”

“A little … I understand now why Nemesis wants you guarded all the time. You are too valuable. If the wrong individuals were to find out, they will try to capture and keep you and the sparkling for their own benefit.”

This sparks your curiosity and from making your flower-crown, you look at Jetfire. 

“Wait, wrong individuals? I thought the war was over.”

“My apologies, I have spoken too much.”

“No, you—”

Out of nowhere, Jetfire receives a call from his comm-link and quickly answers. You wished you could hear what he has been told but by the look on Jetfire's face, it must be a call from Nemesis Prime. 

“Understood,”Jetfire finishes the call and looks back at you. “Prime wishes to see you. He has requested that you shower and use luxurious fabrics to decorate your body.”

“He wants me to get dressed? Do you know why?”

“Not certain,” he says. “But do not worry, I don’t think Nemesis would want to procreate with you while you are still with sparkling. Although I am sure he is making his preparations for after you give ... birth.”

“He wants another sparkling?” You didn’t want to show your real emotions. You tried to act as calmly as possible but the thought that you might have to bed Nemesis scared you. He was Optimus but it wasn’t your Optimus. 

“Well yes, everyone wants you to have as many sparklings as possible,” From curious, Jetfire’s voice now sounded optimistic.  “We haven’t seen a sparkling in millenia, so everyone is excited. It has lifted our morale.”

“Oh so that’s what you want me to do? Breed me like a cow until I am no longer of use?”

“What is a cow?”

You sigh heavily.

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It’s been a long while since you took the time to dress up. It was hard and you had many questions. Where did Nemesis get all of this fabrics from? And did he expect you to just wrap them around your body? From what you knew, fabrics in Cybertron were rare. Only those in the high class could afford buying fabrics and only wore them around certain parts of their bodies. 

So you tried your best to wear the fabric around your body, the white silk wrapped across your curves and you feel like a Roman. But thankful for wearing something clean. You feel your sparkling move inside you, probably sharing your happiness. 

“Excited to eat Energon, little one?” you ask your sparkling as you rub your belly. “I just hope I get to eat some human food. I don’t think I can live off Energon.”

Now you sit at a large table. 

Waiting for Nemesis to show up. Trembling hands and feeling cold. You didn’t know what to expect. 

You couldn’t believe that there exists a version of Optimus that lost the Matrix of Leadership by merit. That he didn’t care about this planet and its inhabitants. To the point that it can no longer host humans?

What kind of evil monster … is Nemesis Prime?

And what kind of thing was able to break the unbreakable Optimus Prime?

The doors of the main room open only to reveal the one you were thinking of. 

Standing tall and carrying a silver tray. He walks towards you. You didn’t break eye contact, feeling that he will attack you the moment you take your eyes away from him. Noticing your discomfort, Nemesis began to walk slower. 

He makes sure to be close enough to you and delicately puts the silver tray in front of you. 

Nemesis didn’t mass-shift, still standing at, around 32 feet tall. Yet his movements were all measured. As to not scare or harm you. He takes a few steps back, giving you space to finally guarantee you some sense of safety so you could take a look at the tray before you.

It was kinda like a charcuterie board. With many fruits and vegetables. Edible plants and breads. A tray that was too big for you and definitely something that you will never be able to finish eating even if you had three extra lives. 

Your mouth waters and a part of you wanted to jump and start eating to your heart’s content. 

“I made it myself.”

He finally spoke to you.

And the shock was so great that you stopped your actions and immediately looked back at him. 

“My apologies, I shouldn’t have spoken.”

Nemesis looks down, his optics showed something but what you only thought would be embarrassment. 

“I am thankful that you have finally decided to speak to me,” you say, trying to be gentle with your words. Although it wasn’t your Optimus, you had missed his voice. “Could you please … get closer to me?”

You couldn’t be scared forever and you knew that if you wanted to make any progress, you needed him to get on his good side. That was the only way you could get back to your dimension. 

Nemesis does as he is told and slowly gets closer to you. You can tell that he is nervous by the way his optics try to look at you but suddenly looks away. 

But this time he is more courageous and dares to look at you longer. He analyzes your body and in his collected data, he identifies a peculiar sound. Two heart beats. One belonging to you and the other sounding similar to a spark. 

It was constant, gentle, kind. His sparkling was alive. You were alive. 

Nemesis lets out a heavy ex-vent, his voice glitched as he released his breath of pure relief. 

“I had prayed and dreamt of this moment. Are you certain that this is not an illusion? A dream perhaps?”

“I am very much real.”

“You have to be,” he says. “Otherwise I’ll kill whoever dares to wake me up.”

“You are very different from my Optimus,” you thought how the word ‘kill’ would never come out of intake. “He wouldn't dare to say something like that.”

“You don’t belong to him anymore. The past shall not repeat itself by endorsing foolish ideologies of the past.”

“I never thought your ideologies were foolish,” you say, not breaking eye contact. “I loved that about you.”

“Loved?” His voice glitched and for a moment you saw him again. Deep down on his yellow optics, he was there. 

“My Optimus and I are not on the best of terms. He had broken up with me and then a lot of things happened. MECH was looking for me so I decided to stay with the rest of the Autobots until the baby is born. I’ll be relocated to a new place when the sparkling is here.”

“It … hasn’t happened yet.” 

“I am sorry?”

“My apologies, I am just talking to myself,” Nemesis breaks eye contact and then points at your silver platter.  “Please enjoy your meal. I wish for our sparkling to grow strong.”

Feeling like the atmosphere was calmer, you decided to switch the topic to a more intimate one. 

“Jetfire mentioned that you would like to have more sparklings,” you didn’t know how long you’ll be here so you had to ensure your safety. But you had to be smart about it. 

“Yes, when the time is right.”

“I don’t want to,” you simply say.  “I don’t want to be here just for that.”

“I shall never do something you do not wish,” there was desperation in his voice. Something that looks odd coming from such an intimidated mech.  “If you so wish, I’ll even swear to never speak another word to you. Your wishes are my sole reason for existence.” 

“Just please, allow me to be the one to full-fill every single of your needs and wants. That shall be enough for me. Allow me to be yours and please be mine.”

You have to be a fool to fall for words like that. 

And oh,how stupid you are.

You take a moment to look at him. His blue and red paint had rusted away. Only leaving black and grey colors. He had stopped caring for his appearance and you can tell by the amount of dent and scratches on his body. His broken windows and his battlemask that he wasn’t taken off. 

You wonder if it's uncomfortable for him and you also want to see him. All of him.

“Can I see your faceplate?”

And then … An explosion.

Debris everywhere. Nemesis used his entire body to protect you from the falling ceiling and yet you were still dizzy. Disoriented. The magnitude of the bomb was that enough to hurt any Cybertronian. 

Nemesis falls to the ground, his injuries were too big for him to withstand. 

You couldn’t do anything when a figure came down and grabbed you by the waist. Taking you away as Nemesis stretched out an arm towards you, his pleading optics begged for you to be returned to him. Only for his injuries to get the best of him and make him succumb to his pain. 

You closed your eyes, your body unable to stay awake.

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You wake up only to find humans looking down on you.

For  a moment you were thankful. Seeing humans meant that you were back home, right? Maybe everything was just a bad dream.

“Sebastian, run analysis.”

A human male quickly gets close to you. His human eyes suddenly turned blue. Similar to that of a Cybertronian. This took you off guard, and immediately you backed away. 

Seeing your reaction, a female human grabs him by the arm and pulls him back. She looks at you tenderly. 

“It’s alright, you are safe now,” she says. “Sebastian just wants to make sure you or your sparklings don’t have any injuries.” 

Her gentle voice calms you down, but unconsciously places a hand on your belly.  Sebastian, learning from his previous mistake, kept a more comfortable distance. His blue eyes let out a scan light, your body basked on it. It did you no harm. 

“The sparkling is healthy but she is malnourished. Pure organics can’t live off Energon. I recommend giving her a proper meal.”

“Maya, could you prepare her something?” 

Another male asks. He stands in front of you and everyone looks around him. 

“Copy that, boss,” Maya stands up before giving you a smile. 

The male, who seemed to be the leader of the group, stands up as well. 

“Alright, let’s get back to work,” he says. “I’ll take it from here.”

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The base was hidden in a cave, on top of a mountain where a waterfall covered the entrance. 

There was as much metal as there was organic materials. With walls made with nails and steel, and flowers where bees were free to feed from. 

But what surprised you the most, was them. 

These humans were not completely human. 

“You weren’t the only one who had a relationship with a Cybertronian.”

You had yet to ask his name but from what you could tell, everyone respected him. He is the captain of whatever movement this was. 

“After Nemesis Prime called the rest of Cybertronians to come to Earth to conquer it, many formed sentimental relationships with other humans.”

The two of you passed by a station, Sebastian was ‘repairing’ the hand of another human. His entire hand, made of circuits, bols and metal but the rest of his body was made out of bone and flesh. 

“That’s Sebastian, designation, Bluewind,” the boss waves to the two and they return the gesture. “He is our medic, his mother was one of the few Cybetronian nurses. His father was a pilot.” 

“The other guy sitting down is Malik, designation, MoonBlazer,” 

You noticed how Malik turned his hand into a modern, alien-like gun. 

“Our weapon expert. His mother was a farmer and his father a Cybertronian smith.” 

You had many questions. But you waited for the leader to finish talking, to first explain his position.

He shows you another section. A woman with scientific  tools and strange liquids in her section. Her table was filled with books and notebooks, written in a language you couldn’t read. Plants all around her and even some insects. 

“This is Shadi, designation RoseStorm, our scientist,” the leader points at a green liquid on her desk. “She’s trying to create some type of synthetic-energon. We don’t really need it since we can also eat organic food but it will create a great negotiation with the other side if she does pull it off.”

“Why are you showing me all of this?” You finally dare to ask, no longer having the patient even though you enjoyed the introductions. 

“Because we are The Resistance and you are a very valuable asset to our cause,” he says.  “We have a few Cybertronians on our side, one of them being JetFire.”

Jetfire’s name made you remember the time spent with him. He had always been kind to you and there was always a curious aura around him. He treated you delicately and the way he discussed nature made you wonder what kind of bot was Jetfire before the war. You can see him as a scientist, always curious, always wanting to learn more.

“He had been loyal to Nemesis all this time until he met you,” the leader's voice is strong and somehow still gentle. Although it didn’t sound mature, you didn’t expect it to be, after all, he looked to be young.  “He contacted us and told us about your situation. Groundbringe explosion, interdimensional time-travel, you carrying the sparkling of Nemesis Prime–”

“Optimus Prime is the father of my child,” you immediately cut him off.  “Not Nemesis.”

“Well, Nemesis is what he is now, and he destroyed this world, to the point that it's no longer habitable for humans.”

There was a sharp pain in your heart. He reminded you of the harsh truth and yet you didn’t want to accept it. You couldn’t believe nor wanted to. Your Optimus, had become that which he hated. And yet, on Nemesis yellow optics, you can see a faint light of who he used to be.

“But you guys are here.”

“We are not completely human,” the leader looks around and so you do. Noticing how everyone used their transforming abilities to accomplish their jobs. “We are hybrids. We age slowly like Cybertronians do. Some can transform certain parts of their bodies. Some more than others. And others like me …”

He makes a pause and puts a hand on his chest.

“We can’t transform at all,” he says.  “Nemesis Prime took my transformation cog the day I was born.”

You will never fully know that feeling. There was a time when Bumblebee was unable to transform for a couple of days. He described it as feeling empty. Like a void. Like you know you are born to do something. One simple thing. But you can’t. Its like having a constant craving to draw but you are unable to pick up a pencil. 

“We’ve been attacking from the shadows, gathering our strength but eventually, we’ll show ourselves to the rest of the world.”

And now, Jetfire’s words made sense. The war wasn’t over but it had just started it. 

“Now that you are here, it is our time to rise up.” 

Unconsciously, his words ran a shiver down your spine. Strong enough that you were sure your sparkling felt it. 

“What are you planning?”

“Nemesis’ dismantlement and governmental surrounder. Right now, I am sure he has his entire Army looking for you. This is the perfect moment to strike. If we take Icon City, we can sneak into the Hall of Records.”

“And that’s important because…?”

“Because there we can find the location of the AllSpark,” he simply says as he walks towards another station. You follow closely, wanting to hear more about his plan.  “And if we find where Nemesis is hiding it, we’ll have all of New Cybertron at our disposal.” 

“And after that, we’ll help you get back to your dimension,” he reaches a desk where he picks up a cowboy hat. Now that you take a closer look at him, he doesn’t have a fashion sense at all. None of them do. It’s not like you could blame them, they don’t have any idea of how humans used to dress. 

 “You don’t hold any responsibility for Nemesis actions nor does your sparkling.”

You stay quiet and look around you one more time. Everything looks so alien to you. It feels off, you know you don’t belong here but you are afraid of how long you have to stay. Your mind drifts to your friends. Are they worried? Is Optimus going crazy? How will you even get back?

“My father used to tell me stories of how great Optimus Prime used to be,” his voice breaks your thoughts, it was comforting.  “So I am glad that in another dimension, he has his happy ending with you.”

You are curious about him. Wondering about the story of the cogless boy that became leader of the resistance. 

“Who was your father, if I can ask?”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am the son of Megatron, Leader of the Resistance,” he says as he puts on the cowboy hat. 

“My human name is Sam, designation, Skylight.”

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Answering Questions you all may have: 

Why do the Cybertronians stay on Earth if they have the AllSpark?

Earth has the biggest source of Energon in the galaxy, however, Nemesis knows it won’t last forever, they have to expand eventually. The AllSpark, is what creates new Cybertronian Life. But in this fanfic canon, the AllSpark can also take lives. Nemesis plans to build a weapon of destruction by using the AllSpark in which he would be able to destroy organic lives in an instant without suffering.  But this idea is still in the works. 

Cybertron can never be habitable again due that the Matrix of Leadership is gone and is needed for the production of Energon. 

How come Megatron is Sam’s father if in Nemesis’ letter, he admitted to killing Megatron?

While Optimus was going on a rampage, Ratchet was able to resuscitate Megatron. (Since the letter to himself was written from his point of view, this wasn’t mentioned) Ratchet tells Megatron to leave and disappear. But as he was to leave the MECH building, he heard the sad chirping of a sparkling. Left in an ammunition box (Probably left behind by a human nurse who felt pity for the baby and wanted to save him from dissection.) And when Megatron picked up the baby, he noticed his transformation cog had been missing. 

Meg thought he had given Optimus the sparkling’s spark chamber but turns out, he actually gave him his transformation cog! He was the first human-cybertronian sparkling so his anatomy was completely different. This one didn’t have a spark but a heart. 

Megs thought of returning the sparkling to Optimus but seeing that Optimus was drowning in madness and grief, he didn’t want the sparkling growing up nor seeing his father like that. So he took him under his wing. (I should written a chapter about this with Meg’s POV but its too late for that now lol)

This is why Sam sees Megatron as his father figure … Megs disappearance is surrounded in mystery. 

And yes, Sam is Optimus and Reader’s sparkling.

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… If any of y'all have any more questions, let me know! Honestly, and I mean this seriously, DO NOT expect any kind of well-thought writing in this fic. This was supposed to be a one-shot fanfiction that got turned into a multi-chapter fic due to popular demand. And this is the fic I least worry about. I think it has good ideas and has the potential for more but I definitely don’t have the patience nor time. 

So, this story will conclude in the next chapter … at MAX, in two. 

Now, I have two possible endings for this fic and I want you guys to help me out on deciding which ending I should go for. 

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD, DO NOT READ ONLY IF YOU WANT TO HELP ME OUT TO FIGURE OUT THE ENDING!!!!!

Ending 1: Nemesis realizes his wrong doings and makes the ultimate sacrifice. He is given the ultimatum. Save the world or let his son (Sam) die. Nemesis chooses to save the world and Sam dies, proving once again that he is worthy of the Matrix of Leadership. He accepts the burden and he will atone his sins by continuing living by doing what’s good until the day of his days.

Optimus and Reader return to their dimension and they live happily ever after. 

Ending 2: Sam makes a sacrifice and he is given the Matrix of leadership. Along with Optimus, he defeats Nemesis. But they let him live. After learning that Sam is his son and that Nemesis almost kills him, Nemesis sacrifices himself to save the world. Ending the story. Finally fulfilling your dying wish … to protect your sparkling. 

Optimus and Reader return to their dimension and they love happily ever after. 

Which one do you all prefer or anyone got better ideas?

END OF SPOILERS!!!

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Lastly, I feel like I have strained too far away from the original concept of the story and there’s no going back. I may never finish this and if there isn't much interest, then I’ll abandon this story hehe, back to writing my one true love, The Darkest Hour~~~ 

Ok that’s it byeeeee 

Ps. sorry for the bad grammar, spelling and structure and everything :)

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tbh this my first time to ask writer about it but I will do it It's stuck in my head and Idk which writer I should ask so u r lucky...js imagine the reader sitting in her place peacefully and the others with their things and BOOM! op the last knight enter from the ground bridge but nobody knows that the reader his wife in his universe. This is a clear reason why he protects her and looks at her from time to time and he asks about her .sitting next to her ask her about her fav things and tell them the reason in the end!!!! I'm sure he looks like a real gentleman and I'm not sorry for mega if op saw the reader in megs hand HAHA! and fear in his opticss you shouldnt do that in the beginning mega optimus' relationship is strong and full of details about her btw((english not my first language))

Waiting For Rain 

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

Chapters: 1 out of 2

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

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Ch.1

Becoming friends with the Autobots came with many surprises. You were used to unexpected events. 

But having an Optimus from another dimension suddenly come out of the ground-bridge was not in your to-do-list today.

 He was different. 

He still had that presence of elegance and strength. But unlike your Optimus that radiated kindness, this Optimus appeared to be … more hostile. 

The first thing you noticed was his body frame. The metal parts of his body shaped in a way you hadn't seen before. He looked almost medieval and the sword he carried only enhanced his knightly look. 

Everyone looked at him. Intakes wide open and the silence filled the room. But that silence was broken when Ratchen dropped  his data-pad.

“It seems the ground bridge explosion sent me … here.”

His voice sounded older, wiser, more … tired. 

“Optimus, what– who are you?”

Bulkhead was the only one brave enough to get closer to him, expecting him. 

“Did you call me, Bulkhead?”

Your Optimus finally comes into the hangar. Everyone looks at him then back to the other Optimus. Their optics meet and you are unsure of what to do.  

Although you were on the elevated floor of the hangar, the sofa covered most of your body. Wanting to see how things would unfold, you stand up.

The elevated-floor was closer to the Knight Prime than to yours. He noticed your presence and only then did the Optimus’ break their stares. 

The new Optimus looks at you and his optics softened. He walked towards you as if he didn’t care about the other bots around him. You didn’t move as he raised a servo, wanting to touch you. 

But that never happened as your Optimus pushed him away. Abruptly and aggressively.  He looked fierceless and ready to attack the impostor even when he was meters taller than him. 

“Who are you? State your designation and intentions,” your Optimus stands in front of you as he looks down at the other version of himself. The others just watched everything unfold in front of them. 

“My name is Optimus Prime and I … come from another dimension.”

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Things were cleared out. The new Optimus explained that he was caught in the middle of a ground-bridge explosion and probably sent here by accident. Ratchet agreed to help him get back to his dimension. Meanwhile, he will stay here with the rest of the Autobots. 

Having to call two Optimus, Optimus, would be confusing. So you decided to call your Optimus, Prime (as you always have) and the new Optimus, Knight Optimus. 

“I am content to know that your existence is still a vital part of my life, of course, I wouldn’t expect to be otherwise.”

Knight Optimus, was as expected, also eloquent with words. But his words left different. More … intense.

“Really? Then I can imagine the other me must be a very interesting person,” you say as you walk with him through the corridors. Out of everyone, it seems he enjoys your company the most. Especially when he was so open to letting you sit on his shoulder. As if it was an everyday thing. You assumed that these kinds of activities were common between him and you from his dimension. 

“She is but I am afraid she might be worried right now.”

“Well, whenever Prime is out for a mission and I get worried, he always comes back,” you say. “So I am sure that me from another dimension knows that you’ll go back  to her soon.” 

“Yes … I think that’s something you would think.”

“I hope I am not interrupting,” “It is late, Bumblebee will escort (Y/N) to her home. Meanwhile, I’ll show you your hab suit.”

“I see,”

Optimus puts you on the floor. 

Prime could only think about how he was stuck with himself. He already disliked him, he had to watch over him when the only thing he wanted was to be the one to take you home instead of Bumblebee. It was his job, his duty and this version of himself was unabling to do. The few quality times he had with you, he had to spend it with him. 

“Good night, Knight Optimus.”

Knight Optimus bends on one knee and gently touches your hair. 

“Good Knight, (y/n) I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up. He is a handsome mech, that much you can tell. His frame, the way he stands, his presence. You didn’t want to say much so as to not make yourself look like a high school girl. Dumb and stupid. 

Prime looks at your acts and immediately feels something stuck in his spark. As if he wanted to throw up all the energon in his body. 

“Good night, Prime” 

You speak to him and suddenly, he has no words. His processor begged him to say something. To tell you how much he will miss you during the night, about how he will look at the moon and think of you. Just you. 

Prime simply nods. 

That's the only thing he could muster to do. Pathetic. 

They see you walk away. Their optics glued to you but Prime had more yearning in his eyes compared to his equal. 

And he noticed this.

“May I inquire, why is it that (Reader)  sleeps in a different area than you?”

“She has a home to go to.”

Prime starts to walk, hoping that Knight Optimus would follow him. He does but his steps are cautious just as curious. 

“... Away from you?” Knight Optimus asks.  “I did not detect any sparkling-waves inside of her, do you not bed her enough?”

Prime suddenly stops walking, he turns to look at Knight Optimus. 

“... I beg your pardon?”

“Well, it is strange to not spark your Conjux. My (Reader) and I have four sparklings and expect another soon.”

He could hear his venting fans accelerate, his processor not being able to understand the information. Whether because he was too excited to know that there is a version of him that you loved or because he couldn’t believe that the two of you were compatible enough to create life. 

“...Excuse me?” Prime asks, the only thing he could muster to say.

“Do not tell me … You haven’t spark-bonded yet?”

Suddenly, he goes quiet. Knight Optimus studies his face and the confused look on his face lets him know everything he needs. After all, he used to have the same look once before. 

“... She doesn’t know of your undying feelings for her, does she?”

“My relationship with (Reader) is strictly platonic,” Prime lies, hoping that he is not too bad at doing so. “Nothing of the likes of yours.”

“Deception? I thought we were unfamiliar to the concept but it seems I was wrong,” 

“It’s not a lie.”

“It is,” Knight Optimus looks at his servo, missing the feeling of his (Reader) on it. “Because I know there’s no version of me that does not love her.”

He closes his servo, wishing he could be back with her now. Ever since gifting him with sparklings, this is probably the longest the two of you have been apart. 

“I am sure you can’t even look at the Moon without thinking of her.”

“You must be mad.”

“Are you not?”

There is no way of denying it. Honestly, it doesn’t surprise him that another version of him loves you. He was right, he knew it. That there couldn’t exist a version of him that didn’t love you. His soul was bound to you in this universe and each one of them. For now, he was content to know that another version of you loved him. 

But also, kinda jealous. 

Because Knight Optimus was allowed to love you. To show you his affection.

He wasn’t as lucky. 

“If you are a fraction of what I am, you must be, to an extent, mad,” Knight Optimus was trying to come up with comforting words but failing to do so.  “But I was able to express my feelings and it made all the difference.”

But if comfort doesn’t work, maybe something else would.

“In my case, it drove me insane the thought of not being with her,” he says. “Can you imagine her taking refuge in another man's arms? Carrying someone else’s sparkling?”

He didn’t want to think about it. Because he knew he would go mad the moment he does. 

“If that’s what she wishes, so be it,” Prime, once again feels that pain in his spark. On his entire frame.  “It doesn’t concern me.”

The only thing that Knight Prime could think of, was that this version of himself had yet too much to understand. 

“...Very well then, if that’s what you say. I won’t mention another word.”

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Ratchet and Raphael were busy trying to decipher the mathematics for dimensional travel.

Which Prime couldn’t be more anxious for them to finish. 

To say that Knight Optimus had completely taken your attention is an understatement. He was completely all over you and you didn’t seem to mind one bit. 

He asked too many questions. Out of curiosity mostly. Where did you work, your favorite food, color, place, hobby. And you were happy to answer all of his questions. 

“Would you Conjux a Cybertronian?”

This is something he was interested in. Prime immediately concentrated his audial towards the conversation. 

“I don’t even think Cybertronians find humans to be attractive?” you say. “Besides, I don’t think I am good enough to be any Cybertronian’s partner. You guys are just so cool!”

Although you had meant this in a flattering way, Knight Optimus took this personally. He kneeled down and wished he could mass-shift but that act was too intimate and he would only do that if were to be alone with you. 

“It is I, who’s not deserving–”

“Oi! What’s up with that hot Prime?”

Alex shows up at the hangar as he usually does. His eyes solely focused on Knight Prime. He whistles at him, at his mechanical beauty. He looks at him the same way when he looks at a pretty car. 

Knight Optimus wasn’t a big fan of this first interaction and decided to walk away to talk to Prime. 

You took this as your cue to talk to Alex and explain to him the situation. 

Prime continues to work on his computer but using his peripheral vision, he noticed Knight Optimus. He didn’t want to interact with him but he thought that it was better than to watch him talk to you. 

Meanwhile, Knight Optimus saw in Prime, a younger, less experienced version of himself. Still with hope and dreams. Craving, wanting. Wishing that things can finish the way he wanted them to if only he is good enough. 

He had once been like that too. But after many losses, he understood that if you want something, you have to take it. Claim it. 

But then he heard you laugh and all of his attention was driven towards you. This Alex seems to be fond of you and you are so. He gets close to you, more than he would like. 

“I am aware that I mentioned that I won’t speak of the matter again,” Knight Optimus says to Prime.  “But I cannot believe you won’t do anything about this.”

Knight Optimus looks back at you and Alex and Prime follows his vision. He watches the interaction for a few seconds, only for Prime to go back to work on his computer. 

“That male human will take her from you the moment you look away,” he tries for his voice to not be too loud but Prime’s lack of interest was bothering him greatly.  “Does your spark not burn with envy?”

“I do not have such a feeling,” he simply says. He can’t tell the truth. That his sparks begs to come out of his chamber whenever he approaches you and shows some romantic interest. 

Knight Optimus sees Alex get closer to you, he could sense that he wanted to invade your personal space. Tempted to touch you. 

“I would have broken his arm off if he dared to touch my (Reader) without her permission,”  Knight Prime would have already taken you away from the male if only he wasn’t too busy trying to make Prime act on his true feelings.  “Even now, I am tempted to do so.”

“I do not harm humans.” 

“I am sure you have thought about it,” although Prime was pretending to be busy by typing on his massive computer, he was hearing everything Knight Prime had to say.  “Just look at him. Making her laugh … Who does he think he is?”

He doesn’t want to look. Because he will start to analyze every single aspect of your interaction with Agent Alex. The way you put a string of hair behind your ear, smiling and avoiding eye contact. Your blinking patterns, your breathing, your pulse–

“Have you always been this possesive?” Prime asks, feeling like a hypocrite. 

“Only when I feel a threat,” Knight Optimus says. “And he is one.”

Knight Optimus didn’t hesitate to look. And although he paid attention to you, he also paid attention to male next to you. And how he reaches out to you and caresses your hair. 

“Definitely one.” 

He was about to walk towards the two of you but he felt another servo on his shoulder, stopping him. 

“Do not do something foolish.”

“Pardon, but I cannot and will not stand another version of my wife be … flattered by anyone,” Knight Prime pushes Prime’s servo away, looking at him with disgust.  “If you won’t give her the rightful place she deserves in your spark then I’ll do it myself.”

But before Knight Optimus could do something about the situation, Optimus’ computer starts to beep. Loudly. 

It was no other than Megatron. 

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A/N:  Hello anon! Thank you for the beautiful ask, it was so fun to write! I will complete your full request in another chapter. I hope this is somewhat, what you wanted. Can’t wait for knight optimus to go full berserk when you captured by Megatron hehe 

The writing on this wasn’t my favorite but it’s fun to write regardless. Also yes, this Knight Optimus is the same from my other fic “Rain Drops” so he got this happy ending :))

For the rest of my readers … sorry I was so absent, I had to write a movie script for a film festival so that took all of my attention. Now, I’ll concentrate on writing the next chapter of counting stars and/ or The Darkest Hour. 

Thank you for reading! See you soon <3

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Please homie! I get the delicous tears that come from readers but please I just want reader and Optimus have a pure fluff warm moment (aannd maybe add a sparkling too only if you want) your writings have brought me to more tears that I can count!

Mine

Summary: Optimus kisses you.

TFA Optimus x Reader

Fluff, kissing, idk.

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The base is silent. 

Not for any particular reason. Everyone was too focused on their own duties to notice anything strange. 

You specially, were trying your hardest to concentrate on work. Your computer is in front of you, yet you haven’t been able to write a single sentence.  Maybe because your mind was too busy thinking about what happened yesterday. 

Optimus Prime kissed you. 

You could tell he didn't know what was doing. Cybertronians probably don’t kiss. But he tries his best. It was awkward and cold but you didn’t expect it to be otherwise. Not like you expected something at all. 

“(Reader), have you seen Opti–”

“No!”

You turn, only to find Bumblebee at your side. Although he is the smallest of the Autobots, he is still way bigger than you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering if you’ve seen Optimus,” Bumblebee says. “I haven’t seen him all day and he was supposed to take Sari and I to –”

“Why do you smell like BossBot?”

Although you couldn’t see yourself, you know that your cheeks must be pink by now. You know by the warmth you feel in your cheeks. 

“Wait … You can smell him on me?”

Instead of being embarrassed, now you have a lot of questions. The two of you had shared a simple kiss. Even took a shower afterwards. There shouldn’t be a trace of him on you. 

“Yes but I shouldn’t be too unless–”

Bumblebee gets closer to you, a haughty smile plastered on his faceplate.

“Did anything happen between you and Optimus?”

You close your laptop and stand up from your seat. You laugh nervously. Trying to pick up your items, you start to drop them. Your pencils, keys, papers. A complete mess. Before you could say anything, you took a deep breath. You were overthinking things. It was probably a mistake. It had to be. Afterall, why would the Optimus Prime ever be interested in an organic?

“No, nothing happened.”

You turn around and smile at Bumblebee, your previous nervousness suddenly gone. 

“My car needs an oil change, I’ll be heading out to Alex’s place. Don’t wait for me tonight.”

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Optimus didn’t want to go back to base. He went for a very long patrol. To clear his processor from what he did the previous night. 

He kissed you. Or at least he tried to.

It was a beautiful moment. He never imagined he would get to experience something like that, especially with you. He loved every second of it. But …

There is one thing he regrets. 

And that was kissing you without asking you first for your permission. 

He thought that you reciprocate his feelings.  Why wouldn’t you? If you held his hand once. When you listen to him and gift him things he likes? When you laugh around him and enjoy the night rides.  

But now he realizes that the things that may be reserved for romantic partners in Cybertronian culture, may be, in fact, common things in human society. 

And now he is ashamed of himself. For even thinking that he could have a chance. 

“It isn’t like you to get this late.”

Ratchet usually stays up to work on a few gadgets. Although Optimus has told him time and time again to re-charge properly and rest, Ratchet always seems to deny his request. 

“Did something happen?”

The question came out of genuine curiosity rather than him already knowing something. Optimus approaches his work station, trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake anyone up. 

The base is quiet, which Optimus expected. Yet, he can’t register your scent which was strange because you usually like to spend time on the elevated floor in the main room before going back to your quarters. 

“No, why are you asking?”

Optimus asks, his optics looking around, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. 

“You seem … distracted,” Ratchet keeps working as he looks at Optimus whos words contradict his actions. 

“(Reader) has not returned yet. From what Bumblebee told me, she get with Alex to get her oil car changed.”

Ratchet is not an idiot. He has seen the growing bond between you and Optimus from afar. He knew of Optimus’ … peculiar interest in you. From that day when you held his hand without knowing the meaning of your actions. He remembers telling Optimus to not think too much about it, that humans were different when it came to touch. 

And although Optimus knew that, he … started to become delusional. Kindal of. That bot was in love but it took him a long time to realize it. His feelings suppressed and now maybe, he had reached a final point. 

“I don’t care,” he says. “I am going to re-charge.”

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He lied. 

Of course he wasn’t going to re-charge. He was going to wait for you. Why? Well, he wasn’t sure. 

Was it because the guilt of kissing you without permission haunted him? Because he needs your forgiveness right this moment and won’t be able to function without it? Or because he wants answers as to why you preferred the company of another right after the intimate counter the two of you shared?

Maybe.

He hears a metal door open. 

The rooftop of the base wasn’t a pretty one. It was worn out and the view wasn’t one to admire either. It couldn’t be anything less expected from Detroit. It was ugly, yet this had become a shared space. There were many times the two of you had spent here. Just under the stars, graffiti walls, a pack of cigarettes and a barrel of oil for the Prime who would only drink in your presence. 

At first it wasn’t like that. 

He was too stiff, saying “I can’t drink in front of a lady.”

But with time, he opened up to you. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, goodnight.”

You were about to leave but his voice stopped you. 

“No, stay. Please, I need to talk to you.”

You sighed and turned around, walking with hesitation towards him. The only thing you wanted was to smoke a cig after a long day but Optimus had other plans. You wanted to pretend like nothing had occurred the night before. To just smile and simply greet  him like you usually do so as to not make things awkward. 

“Did something happen–”

“Why are you wearing his clothes?”

Your smile quickly drops. It surprised you that Optimus knew what Alex’s clothes looked like. However, you remember that the Autobots have a stronger sense of smell and he probably just recognized his smell. Maybe he was just curious and there wasn’t any deeper meaning behind it. 

“Oh, I was helping Alex with changing my car’s oil and just my clothes got dirty.”

“... I see.”

Optimus looks away and he pretends to be focused on the scenery in front of him. There wasn’t much to look at. It was Detroit after all, there was only buildings and pollution. You knew him better than this. Optimus likes to look at the sky when he is thinking. He looks at the city when he is bothered. 

“Everything alright?’ you ask as you approach him. It's easier to get closer to him when he is mass-displaced. Even when he is still standing at 7 feet tall. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t  things be alright?” he asked, annoyed. 

“You seemed bothered.”

“Well, I am not.”

“Alright then, I’ll go to sleep–” you turn around, ready to leave him alone until he speaks again. 

“I just think it's interesting that you will go see another male after … what we shared.”

“Oh that,” you had two options. Be honest and admit that you have feelings for him. Or pretend that it didn’t bother you and you didn’t care.  “I didn’t like it.”

“What?” he looks at you, indignant. 

“Look, I don’t know what kind of sick game you are playing,” you make small pauses in between words to stop your voice from cracking.  “But I have feelings too, you know? So don't do things you don’t mean.”

Optimus looks at you and knows from the get go that you want to say more. Maybe you want to say that you hate him. That you find his feelings for you to be disgusting and that you wish to never speak to him again. 

And he deserved it. All of it. 

“I–” he can’t look at you, too ashamed of himself.  “You are right. I should have considered your feelings before … doing what I did and I should have asked instead of just taking it. It’s just that I didn’t know if that was right. I was trying to study human culture and their courting practices by watching movies and male always kisses the female without asking so I thought that was right and–”

When he gets nervous he speaks too much. And he finds himself speechless whenever he finds your eyes looking at him. 

“I apologize,” he finalizes, defeated. Resigned. “But now that your feelings are clear, I will keep my desires to myself. I will no longer burden you.”

He turns his faceplate the other way, his heart broken and sensible. Optimus didn’t want to say anything else. But his enstril detected smells that he wasn’t fond of. Alex’s smell and yours combined disgusted him and his good mood was completely destroyed. 

“You may keep indulging yourself with whatever mindless activities humans get involved with.”

On the other hand, you didn’t like the tone of his voice. Although his apologize sounded sincere, the other comment was rude and probably  trying to hide something else. What exactly? You didn’t care at the moment. 

“Did you just call me stupid?”

“For a journalist, you can’t read between the lines uh?”

You put your hands on your hips and try to look at his optics although he is avoidant. 

“And, for someone who has lived for millions of years, you don’t even kiss well.”

“Well, maybe if I were an ugly organic like you, I would kiss better!”

He finally turns to look at you, his faceplate getting closer to yours. 

“Oh yes, I am so ugly but you had your glossa down my throat!” 

Unconsciously, you always began to get closer to him. 

“I can’t believe my processor craves for you more than life! I have gone truly mad!”

“AND YOU ARE A–  Wait, what?”

You didn’t believe your ears. And you find yourself surprised that you find his closeness so comforting. 

“What did you say?”

“I won’t say it again so you can mock me,” he takes a few steps back and stops looking at you. He then emits what you can conclude as a sad beep.  “I am done trying to court you.”

“...Court me?” you ask him in disbelief. “You were trying to court me?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed, I’ve tried to stay by your side every second I can,” he says.  “I worry when you are not near, my optics can only look at you, I write about you every night and the moon knows your name–”

Optimus looks at you. Your head tilted, lips parted and a confused expression on your face. 

“...You didn’t know?”  he asks and he gets closer. “You really didn’t know?”

“Well, I noticed but I just thought, I don’t know, that I was being delusional,” you put a hand in your chest, still in disbelief and your heart beating faster. “That there was no way that the great Optimus Prime could ever like, well, me.”

“But I- I thought that–” he ex-vents and puts a servo on his faceplate.  “Ugh, I am an idiot.”

“We are idiots.”

“So does that mean that you …” 

He removes his servo from his face and looks at you for a second. He notices that you are looking at the streets of Detroit. You stand close to him. 

“Yes,” you say. 

“Since when?”

“I don’t really have a specific date, I just remember one time I was at the office and I was bored and I started sketching you in my notebook,” you remember the memory clearly and the feeling of realization. That day you avoided him for a week. “And that’s when I realized I was doomed.”

“Doomed?!

“I’ve never had the best romantic experiences,” you tell him, finding his expression rather comical. “What about you?”

“Ehh, I found myself thinking about you while looking at the moon.”

“I see,” you noticed a faint blue on his faceplate.  “What should we do now?”

The two of you look away but then your eyes meet his blue optics. It was a few seconds. But that’s all it took for you to jump into his arms and he kneeled, just to pick you up.

You wrapped your arms around his helm and your lips naturally fit on his. You feel his servos go under the oversize shirt, exploring the softness of your back. 

His lips were cold, but you didn’t care. Nor when his glossa made his way into your mouth, wanting to taste more of you. Showing his desire for you, trying to pull you closer as his vents got louder. His engines let you know his untold feelings. Loud and clear. 

He wanted you, more than you’ll ever know. Your small body against him, your soft skin. How with each touch, he gained a soft moan from you. Optimus was scared of wanting you so much. He didn’t know if he was deserving but it feels right. All of it. From the way you caress his helm to the way your lips touch his. 

Primus, please, may this not be a dream and if it is, may the gods protect whoever dares to wake him up. 

Let this last forever, may the universe allow him to be yours for the rest of eternity. 

Before he could drown in your being any further, you pull away. Breathless, pink cheeks and lips.

“Was that alright?”

Optimus asks, with concern in his voice. He gains a smile from you. 

“It’s ok, I can teach you,” you caress his faceplate, once cold it's now warm. “And you have a lot of time to learn.”

“But can you take this off?” Optimus pulls from Alex’s shirt, desperate for the garment to be off your body.  “I really don’t like it.”

“So you are jealous?”

“Why wouldn’t I? I am just a big bot,” his insecurities slowly start to show.  “I, well, I don’t have much to offer.”

“You are mine,” you say, smiling at him gently and he feels blessed to be the reason for that smile.  “And that’s all that matters to me.”

Optimus puts his servos on your cheek and carefully cups them. He kisses your forehead before capturing your lips once again. This time it was a gentle, pure and blissful kiss. Showing you, the vast and endless love he has for you. Just a fraction of it. Oh, how much he adores you. Would you ever know how much his spark calls your name? Maybe not. But that won’t stop him from trying with every kiss he gives you. 

“And that’s all I want to be.”

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A/N: As I was writing this, I forgot to add the sparkling! Dammit, I guess I am gonna have to write another chapter for this where Reader and Op find a sparkling and care for them ... may be.

I wasn’t completely satisfied with how this came out, maybe because I am not used to writing fluff without there being a whole context bur regardless this was fun to write! See it as a preview for my other fic “more than meets the eye” which i haven’t updated but I will soon. 

Thank you for reading!

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Are you ever going to post a new chapter for "Counting Stars"?

Yes soon, maybe at the beginning of may. But I also want to update The Darkest Hour but this month, I have been busy with personal projects that have nothing to do with writings fics so that's why this month has been kinda slow ...

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When will reader have the sparkling?.. I remember that in counting stars reader was seven months.

And how nervous/scared Optimus will be when the labor happens?

And when everything settles… what will Opt and Reader do now that the sparkling’s born or here?

I’m invested in these stories!! You write beautifully!! :3

Mmmm I think she'll be due any time now if we go by regular human-biology rules.

I think at some point the base would turn into a small-hospital of some sort. Since reader's pregnancy is a national matter, Fowler would make sure that you have the best doctors, nurses, mechanical engineers, biology experts, whatever you might need and of course, to ensure that the first human-cybertronian sparkling can have a safe delivery.

I know this is about Optimus but I would like to see it in Ratchet's POV. I think he won't trust himself to be in the delivery room when reader is due. Probably thinking that you are in better care with people of your species. After all, he doesn't know anything about human delivery and the way cybertronians create life is completely different.

But then he sees Optimus walking back and fort.

Ratchet: "Optimus, calm down, they are preparing everything, they'll let you know when you can go in. You won't miss the delivery."

Optimus: I am aware but I am afraid for another reason.

Ratchet: Which is?

Optimus: I know (y/n) is in capable hands and she would be comfortable with her own kind. And yet ... I feel like I cannot completely feel satisfied with their services.

Optimus: And I would be the most honored if you could help bring my sparkling to this world and be there for me, old friend.

Ratchet: But I am not capable enough-

Optimus: I am asking you to be there with me as a friend, if you wish.

After that, Ratchet couldn't say anything and just agreed. He became just as equally as nervous as Op.

Hence, Ratchet actually stepped in to help with the delivery and was the first one to hold the baby and then Optimus.

As for your last question ... I KNOW THIS IS GONNA SOUND SAD BUT-

If the war is over by that time, then happy ending. Optimus would stay with reader and sparkling in a farm and would visit cybertron together from time to time. The end.

But logically speaking, if the war is not over by then ... Then I see Reader and Sparkling living in a farm and being guarded 24/7 ... of course, Optimus visits often as well as the rest of the Autobots but they know they have to keep a distance to keep the two of you safe.

But lets think of happy things and believe the three of you live a peaceful life <3

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I have a visceral need to write something where both timelines are saved.

Also, its so wild seeing only nemesis while the rest are not shattered glass, love this

You should!!! I have ideas already as to how to finish the story ... it's not looking too good for Nemesis ... kind of.

Thank you for reading!

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Your "If Only" story was cute and perfect without the interfacing scene written, but now, I want a part 2 especially since you hinted about the little one. Please? And possibly make it a happy ending?

Hello!

In someway or another I think all of my stories are connected ... So I like to think of 'If Only' to be a prequel story to 'Counting Stars' so as of right now I can't really give it a happy ending until after I finish CS

Thank you!!!!

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If Only

Summary: You and Optimus cuddle and talk about the future.

TW: This turned out kinda sad? Bittersweet, sorry, I'll try to make more uplifting things in the future ... Suggestive nsfw, but not really.

1.5k words/ tfp Optimus x Reader

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If Only

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The two of you were tired.

After a long interfacing session, your warm body feels nice after his cold frame.

He can still hear his vents exhale loudly but slowly get regulated as he pulls you closer to him.

Optimus wraps the bedsheets around you. He doesn’t need them but knows better than to have direct contact with your sweaty body. Not because he didn’t want to, Primus himself knows that he enjoys nothing more than to touch your body. But last time he held your bare skin against his cold metal, you got sick, and that he couldn’t allow it again.

“You need to mass-displace back to your normal size.”

Your sweet voice took him out of his dreamy perfect fantasy into the tragic reality. 

There aren’t many things the Prime wishes he could do. One of them is to bring peace to his race, end the perpetual conflict between Autobots and Decepticons. 

And sometimes … he wishes he could be human if only to be able to bask in your softness forever. Without having the need to rely on a great amount of energon to mass displace and make love to you as many times as he wants.

Things would also be calmer. If he was human, he could give you a family, live on a farm and own all the animals he liked. Most importantly, he can grow old with you. He wouldn’t have to worry about the day you are no longer with him. About the day you —

“You’ll be out of energy soon.”

Optimus pulls you closer to him. His servos entangled with your hair. You can hear his spark pulsating faster than usual when it should be regulated by now. 

“Is there something wrong?”

He doesn’t know how to tell you that he needs to stay alive. He needs you to somehow outlive him. For you to allow him to be selfish just once and spare him the pain of losing you. 

“I just do not wish to part from you so soon,” he lies, not wanting to share his worryness with you. It was unnecessary to bother you with these thoughts. 

“We’ve been cuddling for 30 minutes,” you say, as you feel his dermas play with your hair. “And as much as I like having you close to me, I also need to shower and get ready to meet with Alex.”

His engines rev at the sound of his name. Optimus lets go of you and turns around, his back facing you. Sometimes you like to tease him just to see this side of the Prime. 

“Really, jealous? After all the things we just did?”

You place your chin around his neck, using one hand to play his helm, your fingertips caress every bump, scar and dent. You tried looking at his optics, but he avoided you. 

How couldn't he?

Alex had made his intentions clear from the beginning. He had romantic feelings for you and now because of work, you and him have to travel across the country. Alone. 

That’s the reason why tonight he had been specially ferocious, with the hopes that his scent will be imprinted on you, making it clear to him and any other male that you already belong to someone else. 

He trusts you. He genuinely does.  But he has seen and read too many romance novels to know how things were going to turn out.

Co-workers, getting closer because of work, both tired and turns out, there’s only one bed in the hotel. Forcing them to sleep together. The tension building up through the days, romantic dinners and walks by the beach until finally, the two will share a kiss. Soon after, love-making under the stars.

At the thought of you being intimate with Alex crosses his mind, now he is not only angry but sad.

He is never going to hold your hand and walk along the beach with you. 

Never. 

“I know you are not happy with the trip but you know I have to do it,” he feels you press your chest against his back frame. So soft and warm and as he thinks of you, the more he craves you. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Conjux me,” he simply says, gaining a heavy sigh from you. “That would be enough.”

“Optimus, we talked about this. If we do the Conjux Ritus, you won’t be able to fall in love with anyone after I am gone right? I don’t want you to be lonely for millions of years.”

“I will be alone after you are gone regardless,” he says coldly as you remind him of your imminent death. He still can’t understand how you can talk about it so calmly when he can only think of breaking down at the simple mention of it. “...Unless you don’t wish to.”

Deciding that you had enough of his sulking, you move from one place to the other, taking the bed sheets along with you. Forcing him to look at you, your afterglow is still very present. And suddenly, he yearns to have another long interfacing session with you. 

“You know I want to,” you put a hand on his faceplate and he looks away. The usual thing he does when he tries to avoid a topic. “But Optimus, you need to understand, I’ll get old and maybe at some point even forget about you. You’ll live for millions and millions of years and I don’t want you to be alone forever, I–”

He interrupts you.

“I love you.”

The silence in the bedroom was loud. But even more so, you could only hear your heart beating violently against your chest. Optimus spark, was, as always, screaming your name. His spark had long ago become yours and each passing day became more unbearable. His spark needs you to become his Conjux, there is no one for him but you. Only you. 

“If only I could live with you forever.”

You wrap your arms around him and he does the same. With such gentleness as though you might break, he won’t ever think of another being that’s not you. 

Your presence comforts him, even if it's just for a small moment. Do you know now why he longs for you at every moment of his life? Why does he want you by his side every second?

Not because he is some crazy possessive maniac but because every second that you don’t spend with him, it's another second he will regret not having with you. A regret he will have for the millions of years to come.

He places a single gentle kiss on top of your head.

“If only I were human.”

“If you were, we would have millions of sparklings by now,” you giggled a little and the thought made Optimus’ spark jump with excitement. “But I guess it wouldn’t be so bad leaving behind a part of me with you.” 

Something of you that could accompany him for eternity and live on after he has passed would be the only thing that can stop him from going into a depressive madness. 

Optimus had thought of the many things he would like to keep with him after your passing. Your hairbrush, a lipstick that you like to use to put smooches on his windows, a notebook, photos, clothes, perfume. He wanted to keep it all … until he realized that those things will corrode with the pass of time. And that the millions of years he has left to live, he will mourn each one of those items. In an endless cycle of grief. 

But if he were to have a sparkling, a living, sentient being that came from the love you two shared … He will be strong enough for them to handle all the pain in his spark, if only to see them smile. 

“If only.”

Optimus keeps wondering about the possibilities. About the future. If there is one.  

The two of you know that there are responsibilities that must be tended. But for now, in each other's arms, Optimus will hold you until his body pained him enough to force him to mass-displace back to his regular size. And even so, he doesn’t know if he is capable of letting go. 

The two of you stay in bed a little bit longer,

Both blissfully unaware of the life inside of you.

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A/N: I know many people have been wanting me to write nsfw, which I totally can. But if I am being honest, I am reserving that for my story 'the darkest hour' mostly because I am still learning how to write tf nsfw and because I don't really write p0rn. There is a difference between writing erotica and straight up corn (which is nothing bad, I enjoy reading it and may even write some in the future but right now its not what I plan to do for future fics)

I just really love, love, pure genuine, gentle and that's the kind of things I want to write ... for now.

In the darkest hour, optimus won't be saying I love you to the reader so I thought, as a treat, you all can have this semi-suggestive/romantic/ sad drable.

Thank you for reading and until next time!

@alois-the-genderless Thank you for the ask! It made me happy writing about it. Sorry if its kinda sad but I'll try to make things happier in future request <3

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A Lost Game

Summary: Optimus is jealous and heartbroken.

1k draft

Tfp Optimus x Reader

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He looks at you from afar and wonders what kind of god was poetic enough to create you.

Because he might start praying to them, if only to thank them for allowing him to be in the presence of his magnum opus. 

When you smile, your skin wrinkles, leaving marks of your happiness on the side of your lips. Your eyes looked tired but the light in them didn’t flare any less. 

Optimus almost lets out a heavy sigh, one filled with devotion and yearning. 

But Optimus' entire day-dream was destroyed when he heard Agent Alex's voice. 

Ever since he had established himself at the base, your attention has been focused on him. He didn’t blame you, after all, Alex was the only human who was around your age that you could talk to. Fowler too but he was too focused on work and not at the base enough for you to establish a friendship with him. 

Everyone seemed to like Alex. The rest of the Autobots enjoyed conversing with him and the kids thought of him as a role model. 

Optimus in the other servo … Was more skeptical about the Special Agent.

Alex has a talent for talking. Words and eloquence were easy to him. He was tall and charismatic. Spoke his feelings easily and most importantly, he was kind. 

He makes you laugh. 

A lot. 

For that, Optimus is thankful, as he gets to hear it often now. 

And yet, he hates how he is not the reason behind your cute giggles.

The Prime tries to look back at the datapad in front of him, trying to distract himself and not think too much about you. 

You and Alex. The closeness. 

He disliked him because he was everything Optimus wanted to be. 

How much he wanted it. He craved it. To be next to you right this moment. To stand beside you and be the one to make you laugh. 

How small you are and how small he is. How, if he truly wanted, could bask on your whole being by just wrapping his arms around you. How easily it could be for him to just reach out and touch your hair–

“You know,” Alex says. “You do have beautiful hair.”

He grabs a string of hair and plays with it in between his fingers before putting it close to his nose. He smells and kisses it. Gaining an evident blush from you. 

Optimus drops his datapad. The sound impacting the floor caught your and Alex’s attention. Your eyes meet his optics for a second, and that’s all you needed to see to know that something was wrong. 

“Prime?” you walk towards him, completely forgetting about Alex’ existence.  “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, yes, I–” Optimus bends down to grab his data pad. You stand next to it. He has a clear view of you. His servo, so big and you, so small. Suddenly, the vast difference between the two of you becomes so clear. 

How stupid was he?

He won’t ever be able to make you laugh. He won’t be able to hold you. Touch your hair nor show you the countless poetry he has written for you. 

Why? 

Why did Primus make him like this? Why did he allow him to meet you, only to make him suffer in silence?

“I– … I–”

It was the first time you saw Optimus struggle with his words. 

And the more you look at him. His expressive optics, his shaking servos and frame. 

He looked like he …  wanted to cry. 

“Op—”

“My apologies,” Optimus quickly picks up his datapad and avoids looking at you. “I’ll have to leave.”

He left before you could say a word.

He walked as fast as he could to his habsuit. He feels his spark beat hard against his chassis. It hurts. Immensely. His optics feel heavy, blue tears tempting to drip from them. And he can’t control it. 

He feels stupid for having hope. For allowing himself to feel such a thing. 

He had lost. 

Picking up the pace to finally reach his habsuit. The door closed behind him. In the privacy of his room, he finally allowed himself to crumble on the floor. 

Memories of you and Alex play again in his processor. It wasn’t a simple interaction. He analyzed you. Your moments and reactions. Pink cheeks, eyelashes fluttering, avoiding eye-contact, fast heartbeat. 

You had liked it, Alex’s action was of your approval. 

You liked him as much as he liked you.

Deep down, Optimus knows that all his delusions were just that. Delusions. From the very beginning, he knew that all of those nights the two of you spent counting stars meant little to you. 

Because it couldn’t be more. 

Of course you would like humans. Why would you ever like a rusted bot like him? So broken … So … him. 

If he just wasn’t him. If maybe … Maybe had he been Orion Pax and not Optimus Prime … would you smile at him the same way you do to Alex?

How many times has he prayed to Primus to experience such a thing? To be the reason for your laugh and happiness. 

But he can’t. He ever won’t. 

You don’t love him. Never will. He had lost.  Yet his spark wouldn’t understand it. It doesn’t want to. 

Why? Primus … Why? 

All he ever wanted … the only thing he ever truly wanted … didn’t want him. 

As much as he doesn’t want to think about it, his processor betrayed him. He thinks about the way you and Alex will get started to get close. Maybe a couple of months from now, the two of you will finally become romantic partners. He imagines, the hand-holding, the kissing, the hugs, the dates, the car rides that he won’t longer be able to give you. 

His servos quickly became a fist, holding so tightly that he thought he might break them. He wasn’t a jealous mech, never knew the feeling could become a part of him so quickly and so effortlessly. 

And he can’t do anything about it. 

Optimus can’t go to you, kneel down and tell you how much he yearns for you. His spark cries your name, his every circuit craves your touch and his processor can’t fathom a thought that doesn’t involve you. 

Oh, how much he loves you. Words are not enough. Silence is not either. He needs you.

And yet all he can think about is about how, after all this time …

You still can’t call him by his name. 

He will always be Prime to you. 

Now and forever. 

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A/N: I was thinking of having Optimus and Alex switch bodies for a day to make things funny. So Optimus finds out that reader doesn't like Alex and Alex is just flirting with reader to make Optimus jealous and finally have him confess to her. A wingman basically. But idk I have many things to write! lol

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Weekly activity:

I’ll write a quick drabble to whoever replies to this first with a request (Optimus x reader, Orion Pax x Reader)

Anything except nsfw at the moment … GO!

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Obsessed with Darkest Hour omg! You're able to give such a sweet innocence to Optimus that makes him so loveable. Since Optimus is an archivist I wonder if he and reader can have a discussion about misinformation? Like maybe he notices fake information online, and brings it up, then the reader goes on a tangent about sensationalist news and clickbait and explains why the truth is so important (And makes reader second guess about the report on cybertronians, maybe?)

Hello dear Anon!

I think at some point this topic will rise between Op and the reader! I think it will be one of their many conversations when they have their daily meet ups at top of the base.

But if you want to go a step further and have this conversation in a time where Optimus is already secretly in love with reader, then I can see him finding fake news about Jasper City gossip.

Headliner: LOCAL NEWS REPORTER (READER) CAUGHT IN A DATE WITH THE CITY'S MAYOR?!!

I can see Optimus trying to figure out how to bring up the topic without it looking like he was stalking you. (He wasn't, he just typed your name on google's search bar because he missed you and wanted to see pictures of you and that fake new just happened to come up on his first search)

He quickly clicks on the link and sees a very blurry picture of you and the mayor having a conversation. (It didn't look like you were cheating on him, not like you could because you weren't dating him but at that moment he felt extremely betrayed.) Because how dare does the mayor touch your shoulder? Invade your personal space and touch you without your consent?

Ratchet is the one try and calm Optimus, comforting him and telling him '"Its probably fake or a misunderstanding." Ratchet knows that Prime would just wither away from a broken heart. He tries not to care and not say anything because that's the right thing to do. Not to meddle with your private life and such but he can't just get rid of the though of you in someone else's arm. His processor thinking of other possibilities. Did you caress him? Talk to him? Share your secrets with him? Why? Why did you do that when you have him?

Optimus would probably just suddenly ask you: "So ... is there anything you want to tell me?"

You: "Mmm ... Shoot! I forgot to tell you, I went on a date with the mayor."

Optimus: ... So, it was no lie? No fake news?"

You: Well, tabloids exaggerate a lot. He just invited me for dinner as a courtesy and I went just to be nice but I would never seriously date a politician or any political leader."

*Optimus, holding back tears*: So ... You don't like political leaders ... at all?"

You: Nop! I would never dream of dating any kind of leader! Never!

Optimus: ... Oh... I see.

*Optimus leaves to go be heartbroken at peace on his lonely habsuit*

Someone please save this mech from longing so much for you </3

Sorry for the late reply btw :( and thank you for the beautiful ask!

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Your latest story stole my heart!! 🩷🩷🩷 Will there be a chance you'll continue it?

sorry I don't know which story you are talking about but probably yes, hehe <3

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The Darkest Hour

Ch.5: Counting Stars

Summary: You and Optimus get into a fight but a friendly race makes the two of you end up counting stars.

11K Words (I know ...)

For a better reading experience, here is the Ao3 Link

Ch.5: Counting Stars

It didn’t bother you to dress more seductively when the situation demanded it. You wear a red wig, bold make-up. A blue mini-skirt and a tank top with flames on it with white long boots. It was cold outside but it was part of the job.

“(Y/N)? Are you ready for our meeting? I have compiled information that I think you’ll find amusing.”

You had been meeting once every two weeks with Optimus to talk about the research project the two of you had been working on. Apparently, Human-Cybertronian history goes further than historians believe and Optimus was excited to do research about it with you and present it to the kids and the Autobots when finished.

“Not today Prime, I have to go to work.”

“Dress in such a way?”

“... What do you mean?” You ask him, silently judging his choice of words.

“You usually wear fabrics that cover most of your body and it's cold outside … I thought humans were more perceptive to coldness than Cybertronians.”

He wasn’t wrong. Even the hangar was cold as per human senses but for gigantic robots, this would be a comfortable temperature.

The rest of team Prime were busy doing other things. Ratchet was typing on his data-pad in a language you couldn’t understand, probably Cybertronian. Bulkhead was with Miko, practicing the guitar. Bumblebee with Raf, playing games as Arcee and Jack watched closely.

“Yes but this time, I have to dress like this. I am going undercover so I have to fit in with the crowds.”

Optimus kneels, getting a closer look at you. You didn’t understand why he tried to look less menacing. Nothing would make him look friendly to you. Still, it was nice that he tried.

“Which kind of undercover mission are you participating in?”

“It's better if you don’t know,” you say as you look at the elevated-floor. “Anyways, I’ll be taking Bumblebee for my mission if you don’t mind.”

“Apologies but I can’t allow you to take Bumblebee unless I know what you require him for.”

It was a good demand.

“Do you want me to lie or be honest?”

“I would appreciate your honesty.”

“... Illegal car racing,” you say. You already knew that he won’t like the sound of that. “I have to write a report on illegal car racing. I need to blend in to get information. That’s why I am dressed like this and why I need Bumblebee.”

“I see,” he seems to consider the situation and it's giving you the small hope that he might say yes. “Then I prohibit Bumblebee and you from joining this race.”

“Wait … me? You can’t tell me what to do—”

“As your Guardian, it is my duty to keep you safe and illegal car racing sounds like a dangerous activity.”

You walk closer to him, his optics are bright and you struggle to look at them directly. Yet, your eyes quickly adjust to it.

“I need to do my job, Prime,” you don’t think he fully understands how important your job is to you and how much you need it. Not trying to escalate things, you calm yourself before continuing. “Look, if you won’t let Bumblebee go that’s fine, I’ll just take my car.”

“It’s an order,” he simply says. Standing up, his tone of voice changes to a less monotone one. “You can stay here and we can have our meeting.”

He walks away, looking more excited than usual and in a better mood. You wait for him to leave and walk into the hallway. Just for you to turn around and walk away without anyone noticing.

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Not wanting to be seen in your car, you parked a bit far away from the designated meet up. Maybe you couldn’t participate but at least you could walk around and talk to some of the racers.

But a few meters later, you start to regret it as your heels weren’t the most comfortable.

The cold also starts kicking in and for a moment you regret not following Optimus’ orders. But now this goes beyond a simple undercover, now you have to prove to Optimus that you were your own person and won’t follow orders so easily.

“Just wait until I expose to everyone the truth behind the Autobots!”

The Autobots weren’t bad but it was your job to tell the truth of what was happening in the world. Not just that but revealing to humanity that aliens exist would definitely get you down in history as the best journalist in the world. It would get your job back and better opportunities.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear a car approaching you.

The bright lights blinded you but you immediately recognized the yellow car with black racing stripes.

“Bee!” You look inside the car. The window was down, letting you see the dashboard and the Autobot logo on the steering wheel. “You couldn’t resist coming to the race, right?”

Bumblebee speaks in morse code. You were still learning but managed to decipher a ‘Yes’

“Well, let’s go! There’s a race we have to win!”

Bumblebee accidently turns on his engines as he opens the door for you.You hoped in and he drives you to the racing spot.

There were a good amount of people. They all looked at you as you made your way into the racing line. You expected it, after all, people in the illegal car-racing world mostly knew each other. A newbie or outsider was a peculiar sight.

You take out a notebook and start writing notes, just whatever you see. The people, the atmosphere, the kind of cars. Even the smell of the air and how you were feeling. You also tried taking pictures, in a way you wouldn’t be seen.

“Get ready!”

A girl walks in front of the cars holding a red handkerchief. Blond, blue eyes, dressing more seductively than you. You sometimes wished you could be like that. Feeling so confident in one’s body. Feeling like you were born to be you.

“Set!”

You were feeling excited, this was something you had never done before.

“Let’s win this Bee!”

He makes his engine sound louder, matching your excitement. But before you could fully emerge in the race, you notice another car pulling up right next to you.

A red Aston Martin.

“Shit–”

“GO!”

Bumblebee quickly speeds up. Your seatbelt kept you seated. Things become scary as Bumblebee starts to make sharp turns. Although your well-being was a concern, you also thought about the car you saw before.

And suddenly, Bee bumps into the Aston Martin.

Or more like the Aston Martin bumped into him.

“Fancy seeing you here, Bumblebee,” Knockout’s voice was loud enough for the two of you to hear. “I am surprised your boss let you off the hook.”

Bumblebee said something, this time you could only understand one thing. “Back off.”

Having to race a Decepticon was definitely not on your to-do list. This was supposed to be a fun, simple undercover story for your job.

“Bee, we can’t let him get close to the other cars,” you say as Bumblebee moves abruptly. “Get off the road until we lose him!”

Bumblebee speaks once again, more than you could understand but only one word. “Optimus.”

“Do you want to get in trouble?” you ask him. “Come on, we can lose him!”

At hearing the possibility of getting the Prime disappointed, Bumblebee quickly shifts gears and heads into the nearby forest. Moving across the trees and bushes was hard but Bee showed immense skills as he dodged all obstacles. Of course, he would leave some mud behind for Knockout.

“Ugh, I just had polish!”

Dirt came into contact with Knockout’s main window. Now he is shooting lasers or whatever alien weapon he has in his arsenal.

Speeding up, Bumblebee makes another turn, making you feel dizzy. But you still tried to look forward. You felt helpless and you wanted nothing but to make this end. But another question comes to your mind. Why was Knockout here? What did he want?

Bumblebee keeps driving and from the rear view mirror, you notice Knockout slowing down.

“He finally gave up,” you say with relief and you hear Bumblebee say ‘Good.’

“Maybe we can go back to the race–”

And suddenly, the road was not there.

Nothing at all. The two of you didn’t notice that you had been ascending on a cliff, and had met an end.

Now you are in free fall, embracing yourself for impact. Thinking that this could be your last moments.

But the impact never comes as a bigger figure embraces Bumblebee and takes the fall for itself. You hit the back of your head and feel yourself moving in circles until it comes to a sudden stop.

You put your hand on your head, it hurts and the dizziness didn’t help. At first, you see blurry but your eyes slowly adjust to the view.

“Are you alright, Bee?”

“Bumblebee.”

You recognize Optimus’ voice. You didn’t know if to hide or pretend to be dead.

“Return to base, I’ll talk to you later.”

Trying to hide yourself and in hopes he didn’t see you, you cover your face with one hand.

“And leave (Y/N), I’ll talk to her right now.”

Bumblebee opens the door for you and you get out. Still feeling dizzy but unafraid of the Prime. It got colder. And you weren’t happy to see him. You wanted to make that obvious.

You were near an empty road now but you didn’t know exactly where you were. You were unfamiliar to the area.

Bumblebee drives off, leaving you and Optimus alone.

“Do not get angry at him. It’s my fault,” you say without looking at him.

“Putting you humans in danger and not contacting for backup at the sight of a Decepticon is merit enough for a reprimation.”

“No one got hurt,” you start to walk away, without any idea of where you are going but if you follow a road you are bound to find something. “You can leave now, before someone sees you.”

Not taking any chances, Optimus transforms into his alt mode. A peterbilt truck.

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere.”

“Where is this somewhere?”

“Away from you.”

Optimus slowly follows, still displeased at your lack of care or better say, your lack to understand that you did something wrong. Most of the time, the Autobots understood when they had done something wrong. But you? It doesn’t seem like you could comprehend.

“I don’t understand why you seem to be displeased when it was you that defied orders,” he says. “I should be the one displeased, not you.”

“Then be, I am not telling you what to feel,”

“Are you not aware of your circumstances?”

“Oh, I am well-aware,” you turn around and put a hand on your hip, giving him attitude. “I just decided to ignore them. Maybe you should too.”

You turn around again, walking into a road that you didn’t know where it will take you.

“Just get inside, we’ll talk at the base.”

“No.”

“It’s 10 degrees outside and you lack proper clothing,” you hear his voice become louder, clearly annoyed at your current behavior. “You’ll freeze to death before you make it to a warmer location.”

You know he is right. It's cold and windy and you wished you were wearing something warmer. You wanted nothing but to hope inside the vehicle and enjoy the warmness of his heater.

But you were too prideful for that.

“Then so be it.”

“Your being is oblique to me.”

“I am not asking you about your opinion on me Prime,” you say as your voice almost trembles. “And I don’t care.”

“We agreed on a guardian-protectee relationship between the two of us, yet I believe we haven’t become accustomed to the roles,” Optimus speeds up to be at your side, his size protecting you from the wind. Although you were too angry to notice. “I am your guardian and I am here for your protection but I can’t do that if your actions are that of an unintelligent human.”

You didn’t know where to look at him. But you got closer and hop into his side step, putting your hands on his windows to look at his board. You weren’t about to allow him to call you stupid without a fight.

“You know what your problem is, Prime?” you raised your voice even when he could hear you perfectly before. “You are so used to everyone following your orders and thinking what’s best, when in reality, people don’t have to do what you say nor believe in you blindly.”

“I don’t owe you anything, I am just here to help you find the locations for the relics and that’s it! I don’t have to do as you say,” using your index finger, you keep poking at the window with each word that escapes your mouth. Your warm breath causes his windows to fog. “You also don’t owe me anything so you can just leave.”

You step down and begin to walk away. Wishing that a car could pass by or that the coldness would kill you already.

The wind was so loud that you could barely hear Optimus speak once again but you caught something in between breaths.

“... You promised.”

You stop walking and turn around. Still in his alt mode, his lights were off.

“What?”

You ask him for a clarification, not necessarily being able to hear or if you heard correctly.

“You don’t even remember your promises?”

“Only the important ones,” you reply seeing that his attitude towards you wasn’t going to change either. You didn’t even care what promises he was talking about nor care to try and remember.

“I see,” he pauses before continuing. “It was my fault for expecting more of you.”

“Well, maybe if you were to tell me what you expect of me, I would–”

Before you could finish your sentence, you feel something warm coming out of your nose.

“You are leaking,”

His voice immediately changes, more concerned this time. Forgetting completely about the previous argument.

You try to stop the bleeding with your hand, only for it to spread on your hand. Looking at the red liquid, you start feeling nauseous, you hate the sight of blood even if it comes from you.

“I am fine,” your hands start to tremble. You are cold, you are seeing blood, which you hate and the situation is not getting any better. “I am fine. I-I am fine. This happens when I get really angry or nervous.”

“Blood is not a good sign in human anatomy,” Optimus once again gets closer to you, this time sounding more demanding, preoccupied. “Allow me to take you to the hospital–”

“Hey lady!” Without noticing, a car had approached you. A young man drove up to you, not getting out of his car. “Do you need any help?”

“Oh? Yes!”

It's like you had manifested it and you were glad you did. You went nearby the car, trying not to look too much like a creep.

“This is your truck?”

The young man pointed at Optimus who stood immovable.

“Umm, yeah, it's a very old truck,” you made an emphasis on the word ‘old’ still trying to into Prime’s nerves. “I should've thrown it on the junkyard a very long time ago but it has some … sentimental value, I guess.”

“Do you want me to check on it?” the young man asks.

“I would appreciate it if you just took me to a gas station, I’ll just get a friend to pick me up.”

“Sure, as you wish.”

You walked to the other side of the car and opened the door. Immediately, you were greeted with warmness. Without so much of a goodbye, you left Optimus on the side of the road. Feeling empty and somehow … disheartened.

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“What is a girl like you driving a PeterBilt?”

You tilted your head, your confusion clearly obvious.

“You don’t know the type of truck you drive?”

Oh, he was referring to Optimus. You looked at the guy, thinking that only a mad man would take the risk of allowing strangers inside their car. Either that or he was expecting to receive something in exchange for his services.

“Hey I am just a girl, I only care about looking pretty,” that sounded so stupid coming from you. In reality, you just didn’t want to let out too much of the real you.

“Were you part of the race?”

“...Perhaps?”

The young man lets out a small laugh, which strangely enough you didn’t find unattractive. He was tall and was nicely built, short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was quite handsome.

“I don’t blame you, races can have pretty good prices,” he says as puts his hand behind your seat. You expect the worst.

But instead he pulls out a jacket and offers it to you. You are hesitant but decided to put it on your legs.

All the previous confidence you had suddenly goes away. Now, you are aware of your situation. Cold, alone in a strangers car, with no story to tell and hungry. Dress in a way you don’t mind but would much prefer to wear something warmer.

“Next week there will be another race, you should come,” he says. “Starting from Road 83 and ending at the top of Blanca Peak. Winner gets 5K and a car of their choosing.”

Well, maybe not everything was lost.

“Are you a racer?”

You ask, hoping that this could turn into an interview.

“Yes, actually, I won first place in today’s race,” he says casually as if winning was something often that happened to him. “That’s my hobby but I am actually a mechanic.”

“And what did you win?”

“This car.”

You didn’t know much about cars, only that the pretty ones were expensive. And this car was definitely pretty. Red leather and a white speedboard with blue lights around the entirety of the car that made everything look modern.

“I might check it out,” you say, suddenly feeling the need to impress the strange who’s name you don’t know yet. “Any advice?”

“Instead of driving that Peterbilt, drive that mustang you showed up earlier with. It will give you a better chance at winning.”

You feel a chill run down your spine. He noticed you pulling up at the race, he recognized you.

“I keep an eye on newcomers on the racing scene,” he says as he starts to speed up.“ And only a crazy man would let a stranger into their car.”

He made a turn and finally, a gas station could be seen in the distance. Your plan, as stupid as it is, was to call a taxi to take you to your car’s location. You had money and had your phone but it was an explanation that you didn’t want to give to a stranger.

You couldn’t tell him that you left your actual car at a different location only to be picked up by an alien robot car to race, to end up driving a truck. It wouldn’t make much sense.

“And here I thought chivalry wasn’t dead.”

“I would have helped you regardless.”

He slows down as the gas station comes closer to view. He keeps looking back as if he had the feeling that something was following close by.

“Because I am a woman with a mini skirt?”

You tried to see where his morals stands, as of right now, he hasn’t looked at you not even once. Concentrate on the road but you keep looking at him, hoping to catch a glance of his eyes.

“I had no particular reason,” he says as he turns on the heater a bit more. Even Though he is not looking at you, he somehow knows that you are still cold. “And because, well, I kinda want to know how you went from driving a Mustang, to driving a truck.”

“Long story,” you feel relieved seeing that he was actually going into the gas station. Good thing he didn’t turn out to be a creep. “Even if I told you, you would think I am crazy.”

“Let me guess, aliens?”

“More like robot-aliens but yes.”

Once again he smiles.

“Alright then, I believe you,” he finally looks at you and you feel intimidated by his strong eyes. “Robot-aliens it is.”

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After a long day, you finally ended up safe in the base. The young man didn’t give you his name and you had forgotten to ask. But he let you keep his sweater even though you insisted on giving it back. He also gave you a handkerchief to clean up your nose, the bleeding had stopped a few minutes after getting in his car but he still wanted you to keep it. And of course, you weren’t about to give back a handkerchief with your blood on it.

Your new room wasn’t a pretty one.

Being hidden under a massive rock or plateau, there weren't exactly any windows to look at the beautiful Nevada desert.

It feels like a prison, cold and completely white bricks. You think about writing in your notebook but decide to not. You don’t know how safe you are or if you are being watched over. If anything, tomorrow at a coffee shop or at work would be better options.

You just wanted your old life back. When you weren’t seen as crazy and were a respectable journalist.

But for now, all of that is nothing but a dream.

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Optimus didn’t look at you when you left the base to go to work.

Ratchet noticed a hostile atmosphere in the base. From Bumblebee’s sulking for defying Optimus’ orders to Optimus’ evident sadness from your absence.

The doctor had noticed that the Prime had grown accustomed to you. E enjoyed having you around, always had new things to talk about with him. Mostly about world news and his thoughts on them. The two of you would spiral down the rabbit hole and just talk for hours.

And it's something that Optimus hasn’t done in a long time. You, whatever you did, were capable of making the Prime talk and talk.

And Optimus was unaware of it. But he enjoys talking. He loves to geek out and talk about things that interest him. Poetry, literacy, books. And although you were well-versed in the on Earth’s literacy, you took an interest in Cybertron’s writings. And Optimus was more than enthusiastic to teach you.

It had become some sort of ritual.

He talks and you listen.

Maybe it was the journalist in you or just your being that made you a good listener. You looked genuinely interested in everything Optimus had to say.

And just like Optimus had a talent for talking and inspiring others, you could make anyone feel listened to. Truly made them feel like their words matter.

And that’s what Optimus probably needed. Unconsciously, Ratchet thought.

You had started living here for a couple of weeks after the Decepticons found out about your location. You were given a new phone, one easy to track in case of an emergency. Went back to work as if nothing had happened.

When you return, you’ll see the kids and hang out a bit in the hangar. The go into bothering Optimus.

“How was your day?”

You asked him.

“Fine,”

Optimus would reply dryly.

“Today, I found this book you might like. Give it a read if you would like.”

It’s all you would say before leaving the book next to him and going away. Such a small book for such a big bot, even after mass-shifting, the book would be small on his servos. Ratchet didn’t think he would read it, being too busy doing Prime stuff.

“Did you read the book?”

“I did … It was interesting.”

“It’s one of the best pieces of literature our planet has to offer,” you said. “What about Cybertron?”

And with that question, the unthinkable happened. Optimus started a conversation that probably didn’t have an end to. He started babbling about the great writing of Cybertron, the arts, the music, the plays. Everything that he ever enjoyed and that had now become a memory,

In front of the Autobots, he had to be a leader. With you, he didn’t have to be that. Although he is too foolish at the moment to recognize the opportunity in front of him

“Sounds fascinating, I wish I could read Cybertronian books.”

And ever since you said and without you knowing, Optimus began translating pieces of Cybertronian literature for you to read. It’s taking him longer than he expected. Human language being too primitive to be able to translate accurately.

Ratchet knew this because Optimus would sometimes come up to him and ask him, “How do you think this would translate to English?”

And they would end up discussing an accurate translation, only for Optimus to end up creating a new word, new vocabulary that hopefully would make sense. He even wrote notes, just in case you might not understand something.

To Optimus, this was how coexistence should be. You share with him everything that enriches your culture and he would do that same. Because by understanding the souls through the art, we can understand the differences as well.

Every monday, you will leave a new book on Optimus’ workstation. Today was no exception. Ratchet looks at the book and reads “Pride & Prejudice.”

What an interesting title.

The doctor looks at you, who after a long day of work, you still take the time to go to the library and take out a book for Optimus to read.

And Optimus, although still cross, he peeked from the hallway to make sure you were here. To ensure you had come back safe.

You haven’t said a word to him and he hasn't approached you either. Probably still vexed at each other. But caring nonetheless.

Ratchet approaches Optimus and he doesn't notice his presence. The Prime too concentrated hiding halfway to notice his old friend standing next to him.

“I haven’t seen you act like this since eons ago, Orion.”

Optimus stands back, his view fully covered by the wall, the hangar no longer visible. He wasn’t surprised at Ratchet calling him by his old name. But rather at the fact that he had caught him staring at you.

“I am sorry, it’s just that this reminded that time with Elita–”

Ratchet stops talking as the memory of her came to his processor. Seeing Optimus’ uncomfortable faceplate didn’t help the situation either.

“I was just reminded of the past when you were an archivist. I did not wish to disrespect you nor bring back unpleasant memories.”

Ratchet looks away, unable to see Optimus at his optics. Feeling ashamed for bringing up a topic that hasn’t been discussed in a very long time.

“Do not worry, old friend,” Optimus says, walking past Ratchet, his voice is comforting as he had taken no offence by Ratchet’s previous words. “I am aware my actions may be seen as uncommon.”

“But do not believe I do this with intention, (Y/N) has her way of making me act in the most foolish of ways.”

“For once, I believe it is good that you find yourself in an inconvenient situation,” Ratchet says. “She has found a way into your processor, I presume?”

“Yes, but her stay there is not a pleasant one,” Optimus’ voice then becomes more annoyed as he continues to walk into the hallway with no direction whatsoever. “She is exasperating in my every circuit in ways not even Megatron could do.”

“And may I ask, why has she taken such a spot?”

Ratchet observes Optimus, his movements and the small gestures he makes.

“As her guardian, I only have her safety and best interest at my servo, but she wishes to go against those wishes.” “She doesn’t understand reason.”

“Old friend, I think you might have confused the relationship you hold with (Y/N),” Ratchet puts a servo on Optimus’ shoulder as he looks down. “You are her guardian but you cannot command her. The best thing you can do is to advise her but not restrain her freedom.”

“Are you inferring that I should let her be in harm’s way?”

“No. What I am saying is that harm will come her way regardless of the circumstances,” Ratchet notices how Optimus looks from side to side. Clearly nervous, mostly confused. He blinks multiple times when he is excited. But avoids eye contact when nervous. “But wouldn’t it be better if you are there when it happens?”

“She’s not a soldier so with her you don’t have to be Optimus Prime nor Orion Pax,” Ratchet knows that his words were being processed by the Prime who listened closely to his advice. “You just have to be you.”

“And I think with her, that’s all you need to be.”

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“(Y/N)?!”

Miko approached you with clear excitement in her voice. You had just come back from work and kids were always excited to see you.

“How was it? I heard you went to an illegal car race!”

It’s only been two days. Saturday was the race and Sunday you just stayed in your room to avoid contact with Optimus. Now, it is Monday and the kids naturally show up. Nothing out of the ordinary but sometimes their excitement was too much.

“It was … unexpected, I didn't get out too much information but I’ll be ready for the next one.”

“When is the next one?”

“This Saturday,” you say as you sit on the sofa. Your feet hurt from using heels the entire day. Feeling tired, you close your eyes, thinking that soon enough you will go into slumber.“And nothing will make me miss it.”

“Oh, but I thought you and Optimus were going to give us a presentation?”

Your eyes immediately open, and you look at Miko, looking for more answers and details.

“Yeah, the other day he told us, you and him were going to give a presentation,” she says as a matter of fact. “But I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to dip, illegal car racing sounds more fun!”

“Let’s meet this Saturday to finish up details and in the next upcoming weekend we can present our research to Fowler and the kids.”

Your mind quickly takes you back to another memory.

You remember Optimus looking hesitant, something you weren’t used to.

“Is everything alright?”

“It's just that it's been eons since I have done something like this … I am not sure if I am still capable of doing a good presentation.”

“Everything will be fine, it's supposed to be fun! But if you want this Saturday I can help you practice! And if you mess up, I’ll be there to back you up, I promise.”

You didn’t know how much that would impact the Prime. Maybe that meant too much. It was something that he wanted and had been planning for a long time. All he wanted was a meeting with you and you denied him that.

Whether it was because of work or because you simply forgot, you didn’t remember about what was promised.

“(Y/N), are you alright?”

Miko’s voice resonated in your brain, quickly putting your thoughts away.

“Yes, I just … I need to talk to Ratchet.”

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“Are there any plans to get back the other relic from the Decepticons?”

You ask Ratchet as you stand on the elevated floor, being able to see him face to faceplate.

“Let’s just say there is no rush,” Ratchet says as he looks at his data pad. “We need all the relics to build the entire map.”

“So the relics are a map?”

Ratchet nods and points at the screen in front of him.

“I’ve been running some tests on it. The relics have been made using Cybertronian and Human technology. Hence why the relics are located in places only humans would know about.”

You look at him, clear confusion on your face.

“Are you telling me that Cybertronians and Humans have known each other since centuries ago?”

“Yes and–”

Ratchet quickly stops talking as he looks around the room. As if he was looking for somebody. He walks a bit closer to you.

“I don’t want to say too much since this was part of Optimus’ research.”

“Research?”

“He told me that you and him were planning on having a presentation about Cybertronian-Human history,” Ratchet says. “This information was part of his research and well he looked … thrilled to talk about it.”

Ratchet notices a sadness in your face. You were restraining yourself, too shy to say the things you’ve been wanting to say.

“Is there something you wish to tell me?”

“I think … I messed up,” you finally open up, knowing that Ratchet was probably aware by now about the whole ordeal. You had come to him with the hopes that he would bring Optimus as a conversation started as you didn’t know how to begin. Glad that he didn’t disappoint, you continued. “I promised Optimus something and I didn’t keep that promise.”

“Then I believe an apology is overdue.”

Ratchet knows that Optimus will be fine and let things go as long as there is an apology. By Primus, Optimus probably doesn’t need an apology. He just needs you to start the conversation and pretend nothing has happened. As he is too shy to start the conversation with you.

“I don’t think an apology would be enough,” you try to look at Ratchet’s optics but he avoids them by looking at his datapad instead. This lightly made you lose confidence but you couldn’t back away. “I am planning something but I think I might need your help. Only if you are willing to, of course.”

Hearing that, the doctor finally adverts his attention to you. Optics to eyes.

“It will be my pleasure.”

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You had everything ready.

Snacks, coffee, paper copies of your research, a presentation board, a TV, energon and oil cups.

The conference room was filled with three kids, Fowler and the Autobots. Some of them were confused as to what they were doing there. Yet, they didn’t seem bothered. All eyes were on you as you sat in front of the table, looking at you for answers as to why they were here.

“So, are we starting?”

Arcee asked as she looked straight into your soul, she could tell that you were nervous.

“We are waiting for Optimus,” you say, hoping that he will get here anytime now. Ratchet had gone to get Optimus from his private quarters. He was taking longer than expected and every second made you wonder if he was still angry with you.

Why wouldn’t he? You promised him something and didn’t pull through with it.

Another question appeared in your mind. Why did you care so much? At the end of the day you will be exposing them soon. All of this is a facade, one that will end sooner or later. Yet, you want Optimus and everyone’s approval.

“Cybertron and Earth: How Cybertronians and Humans Have A Longer History Than We Thought.”

Fowler read outloud the title of your research and just looked at you.

“You know, you should work on the headline, this is horrible,” he said as the rest of the kids nodded their heads in agreement.

“Yeah, what about, Cybertron and Earth: How Cybertron is cooler than Earth!”

Miko says as spins on her chair.

“No, what about, Cybertron and Earth: Their Journey Through The Stars,” Jack added, he seemed to be too interested on this, which surprised you.

“Ha! That’s something Optimus would write,’ Bulkhead was also enjoying himself, taking a good sip at his oil can.

“Maybe a more fitting title would be, Cybertron and Earth: A Detail Research On Human-Cybertronian Relationships,” and Ralf, of course, loved to be here. He was the first one to start reading the research without having to be asked to.

Everyone started talking loudly to each other. Debating what a better title would be, even Bumblebee gave a few ideas.

It was a lively room but everyone went quiet when, suddenly, Ratchet appeared.

Alone, with a disappointed face.

“Apologies, (Y/N), Optimus wasn’t in his quarters. I tried to contact him but he said he was on patrol,” Ratchet looks at you, it pained him seeing you so disheartened. “He sounded to be busy, he won’t be coming back anytime soon. ”

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There was no point in continuing the meeting if Optimus wasn’t there.

You called it off and everyone left quietly. No questions asked.

Deciding to forget about tonight, you wore your red wing once again. A mini-skirt and a cute revealing top.

Road 83 was filled with many racing cars and people waiting for the race to start. The atmosphere was just as the same as the previous race but bigger and more flamboyant. You didn’t know how the police hadn't come and shut the place down. But that wasn’t your job and you didn’t care.

Parking a few meters away from the actual race, you walked for a bit until you saw the start line. There you found cars of all shapes and colors. Vibrant shades of pinks, greens and yellows. Led lights and loud engines.

And then, there was a truck.

Your truck, Optimus Prime.

You quickly ran towards him and hopped into the passenger seat. Hoping that no one had seen you. But of course, they did, who wouldn’t pay attention to someone driving an 18-wheeler for a race?

You were met with warmness from his heater and a very unpleasant face. Optimus hologram who you didn’t find pleasing to look at.

“What are you doing here?” You quickly ask as you close the passenger door.

“I was looking for you,” Optimus hologram quickly says.

“For me?” you ask, looking at his hologram. Black hair and white shirt with a denim jacket and loose jeans. Looking like a country boy. “Look Optimus, I thought we talked about this, you can’t stop me from–”

“No, I understand that now,” he says, his voice soft but strong. “I cannot stop you from doing your job. It’s part of you and I wouldn’t wish to change it even if that puts you in danger.”

“But if danger does happen, I would like to be there for you to protect you.”

There’s sincerity in his voice. Even some culpability. You didn’t want him to feel like that. All the shame should be on you. Not him.

“I–” “I am sorry. I had made a promise to you and I didn’t keep it.”

You look away from his holoform, not because you disliked this form but because you couldn’t keep eye contact. Your guilt and shyness overpowered you.

“I tried to make it up by making a big conference today but you weren’t there,” you say. “I thought you were still angry at me.”

The race was about to start. You can tell by the cars near you that were turning on their headlights and engines. People were spread to the sides, to ensure they weren’t in the middle of the road.

“You … made a conference tonight for me?” Optimus asks and even when you didn’t see his face, you can tell he is surprised by his tone of voice. “Even when you were going to miss the race?”

“I had to keep a promise,” you pressed your hand together tightly. So anxious and yet you wonder why he made you feel that way. “And well, I think you are more important than a race.”

What a stupid thing to say. What a completely stupid, false and idiotic thing to say. You never thought you would find yourself saying such a thing. That an alien robot is more important than your job? It must be a lie, you thought to yourself. That this was your mind just doing what it does best. Getting information.

And yet, it felt so natural.

“But your job, you have to make a report on this.”

“Yeah but do you know the struggle I went through to find someone who sold Premium Royal Purple High Mileage Synthetic Oil in bulk in Jasper? They don’t have it here, I had to get it shipped,” you reached out to his hologram and put your hand on top of his. It was like feeling static. Like when you touch the crystal of an old television when it's on.

“So, I would prefer to just go home and finish the presentation, what do you say?”

Optimus wanted nothing more than to just go back to the base and leave all of this mess behind. He wasn’t made for this kind of scene. Maybe many years ago, the old him. When he was careless and responsibility-free. A part of him didn’t want to do it. Because if he does he will get attached and whenever that happens, tragedy soon follows.

And yet, he couldn’t let you down.

Not when you were touching him. So gently, so softly.

So soft.

“I want to stay,” he says, his other hand, forming into a fist. The urge to feel more of you is being repressed. He doesn’t understand why he feels such a strong need. “We can have other presentations but you need this opportunity. What do you need?”

“Well, ideally, I need to interview someone and maybe take some video and other testimonies.”

You put your hand away, as you had noticed that Optimus hologram seemed a bit uncomfortable with the act. It was a boundary you shouldn’t have crossed.

“Then allow me,”

Suddenly, you feel something restraining you on the seat. A seatbelt adjusted across your chest and hips.

“I have a race to win.”

Suddenly, you felt him speeding up. You should be scared, being trapped in tons of metal and yet you knew you couldn’t be in a safer place. It was this new sense of security and new found closeness that allowed you to enjoy the moment.

It wasn’t about the race but about Optimus.

“Let’s go!”

You say to him as Optimus maneuvers though the road, his alt mode was too heavy to keep up with lighter cars. But these cars were normal human-made. Optimus was built differently in all the sense of the word. With different kinds of metal, parts and circuits.

You see an orange car pulling up closer to you, he lowers his window and screams to get your attention.

“GET OUT OF THAT OLD RUSTY TRUCK AND COME WITH ME SWEETHEART!”

Optimus immediately uses his horn, a loud sound crossed your ears and flipped the guy off.

“Show him who’s boss, Prime!”

You could only give him words of encouragement as the other cars passed by. But they were close to Blanca Peak. A dangerous hill if you don’t know how to manage your speed and have good breaks.

The first turn came quickly, some cars letting their open wide enough for Optimus to come by and surpass them. His wheels made a screeching sound as they moved against the hard and cold asphalt.

A tunnel came next, it was a tight road and two other cars were in front of him, impeding him from getting past him.

“Hold on tight!”

And the first thing you thought of was holding onto his holoform’s shoulder. Action that made Optimus go faster, causing a strange reaction from him. He speeds up and drives on the tunnel's wall, quickly passing the two other cars and leaving their drivers in a state of perplexity.

They had no idea a truck could do that.

“I didn’t know you could do that!” You told him as you let him go, getting back on track, there was only one car left to defeat.

“Me either!”

He replied, his holoform smiled at you and you thought that maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall. He looked content and you wonder where has this Optimus been all of this time? Are these the kind of things he wanted to do but couldn’t because of his responsibilities? If there was no war to be won, could this have been Optimus?

He had no worries here with you. He didn’t have to overthink, he didn’t need to. There was nothing but the two of you, right here this moment. With your laughs and encouraging words, with your small touches that make his engines accelerate.

He was no Prime, he had no duties here. No burdens.

It gave him a sense of freedom. A feeling he thought he had lost forever in the corners of his memory. Yet, he found it once again. With you, only you.

And that terrified him as much as it excited him.

The car in front of you slowed down, a beautiful black Lamborghini or so you thought. Not like you knew much about cars.

He made his engines rev up and him slowing down clearly showed his confidence in his speed. You couldn’t see the driver, the windows were tinted black.

He followed Optimus close by for a few seconds before revving up and going past him. It was a clear challenge.

“Come on, we are almost there, you can do it!”

You encourage him once again.

The finish line was close. You could see it from afar, the people gathering. Optimus was able to match the Lamborghini’s speed. You were, quite literally, on the verge of your seat. Your heart beats faster, the closer he is to finish the race.

You could hear the people scream, cheer, with their phones in their hands to record a race that will certainly be talked about for the rest of the year.

And …

It's a tie.

“LET’S FUCKING GO!”

You jumped into the arms of Optimus’ holoform. His alt mode immediately doing circles in celebration. His tires were loud and even made a few sparks due to the friction with the asphalt.

Optimus wasn’t expecting to win, he wanted to of course, but the result was better than expected.

It wasn’t winning that made him excited, it was you. Who happily embraced him. Your smile and exhilaration.

Your bare skin against him. Your beating heart, your laugh and smell on his holoform. That although it wasn’t really him, he could feel through him. And he wanted more. More of you. More of whatever this feeling was.

And indecisive, but with a need greater than his logic, he is tempted to hug you back.

But you pulled away at the last minute.

“Wait here,” you say, your excitement too big for you to notice his disappointment. “I have to see who the other driver is.”

You opened the Optimus’ door and jumped off, adjusting your skirt, you confidently walked towards the black Lamborghini.

The people around applauded and cheered but you didn’t care too much for them.

Not when you noticed a familiar face coming out of the car.

“Well, you proved me wrong,” he says. The same young man who had given you a ride a few days ago. “You can win a race with a truck.”

“I would be lying if I said I wasn't alone,” you smiled at him and waved. Suddenly happy to see a stranger. “But I had a lot of help.”

“Let me guess, robot aliens?”

“Indeed.”

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, my name is Alex,” he stretches out his hand and you take it, firmly giving it a shake.

“I am–” you hesitated, not knowing if you should give out your real name. “Umm, you can call me Redstar.”

Alex tilts his head in curiosity but he doesn’t ask further.

“Very well, Redstar, what do you say if we split the prize?” He puts a hand on your shoulder and slightly makes you turn around. In front of you there were multiple cars. All of them looked expensive but extremely nice. “What do you want? The money or car of your choosing.”

“Mmmm, good question.”

You didn’t think you would get this far, you didn’t want to take anything. One because it wasn’t against your ethics but if you said that then it wouldn’t make sense as to why you would join the race.

“I’ll tell you want, I’ll let you have both prizes,” Alex gets closer to you, whispering in your ear. “If you let me take you out on a date.”

“What’s a date?”

Before you could say anything, Optimus’ holoform stood behind the two of you. You weren’t used to seeing his holoform outside of his truck form. He stood around 6ft tall, yet a bit shorter than Alex. His blue eyes had a few wrinkles and dark circles under his eyes. An update, you thought. Overall, there was a country aura around him you couldn’t describe.

“What are you doing here?”

You asked him as Optimus grabbed you by the wrist, mostly out of a protective manner. He didn’t know Alex and it was better if he took precautions.

“Is this the help you were talking about earlier?” Alex asks, eye Optimus up and down. “I was expecting robot aliens.”

“Uh, yes, he is the driver,” you say as Opitmus stood quietly.

“Well, I have to admit, you are an extremely talented driver,” there wasn’t a hint of rivalry in Alex’s voice but rather a friendly one. “Not everyone can drive a truck like that. How many years have you been driving it?”

“All my life.”

Optimus finally speaks and you are relieved he can have normal conversation with another human besides you … kind of.

“I see, it is what it is for some folks like us, uh?” Alex then looks at you. “And I am sorry, I didn’t mean to steal your girl but you need to understand my reasons, she’s quite beautiful.”

“I am not his girl–”

“She indeed is.”

You weren’t expecting that answer from Optimus. He said it with such sincerity as if he had thought so since the day he met you. Or as if it was common knowledge.

“But it's not only her beauty,” Optimus says, as his blue eyes meet yours. “I think there’s more to her than meets the eye.”

Your heart beats faster. Your face feels hot and for a moment you feel like your nose might start to bleed again. Was that how he really felt about you? Did he see something you couldn’t?

“I- I-am not–, we are just friends,” you say, quickly getting over your shyness. You couldn’t act like this in front of Alex, there was a facade to keep up. “And Alex, I would like to go on a date with you.”

“Sweet,” he says, happy to hear that he might have a chance. “Meet me next Saturday at the PinkPizza? 8 o’clock?”

“Sure,” but suddenly, you remember something. An important and pending activity you had already planned. “Actually, what about Friday? I already have plans for Saturday with a friend.”

You look at Optimus and you see his face light up.

Alex sees the interaction but he doesn't think of it too much.

“As you wish.”

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You kept the money and Alex was happy to add a new car to his collection. Although the money will be going to charity, you were still happy about the night’s turn out.

“And tell me, number one racer, Optimus Prime, how does it feel to be the winner of tonight’s race?”

You were being silly, he was too. Especially when you got back to the base and sneaked into the outside rooftop to make a bonfire. He drank oil and you smoked a cigarette.

The entire Nevada desert is in front of you. The stars and moon decorate the dark sky. It's beautiful. For the first time in a long while, you took the time to appreciate nature’s beauty.

“I would say … I am not surprised,” he says as he takes a sip from his oil.

His holoform was ok but you much prefer to have the giant robot. The real him.

“Getting cocky are we? Remember it was still a tie,” the warmth of the bonfire feels nice against your skin. “You almost lost to Alex.”

“That male human who was close to you?” Optimus asks as he sits next to you, his large frame helped from any wind making its way to you. “He was a skilled driver.”

“Yeah and I’ll be interviewing him this Friday.”

“Is that what a date is?”

You remember he had the same question a couple of hours ago. This intrigued you, wondering two things. By what he told you before, he had some type of Cybertronian intimacy before, whatever that implied. But he didn’t date before? Was that not part of Cybertronian culture?

“Um, no but the date is an excuse for me to meet up with him and interview him. Of course he won’t know it's for a report.”

“I see,” Optimus doesn’t look as hesitant. He may be liking the oil barrel a little too much. “Then, what is a date?”

Finding his curiosity to be adorable and you unconsciously moved closer to him.

“It's kinda like quality time you spend with someone you care for,” you say and with a cocky smile, you look up at him. “Why the interest?”

“I read the book you left for me.”

“Oh, Pride and Prejudice?” you had forgotten you had borrowed that from the library for him to read. “How did you like it?”

“I found it amusing,” he says with some excitement in his voice and you can tell that he enjoyed it more than he would let on. “I didn’t know humans could express their feelings in such ways. I got curious and made research about human relationships and the word ‘date’ would appear often.”

“I see … but some things in the book aren’t accustomed anymore,” you sigh, thinking back on your own love-life. Basically, a failure. “Although I sometimes wish it wasn’t the case.”

You didn’t notice him getting closer to you. He didn’t notice either but it's as if his body automatically was drawn to you.

The oil was making its way through his circuits and although his reasoning wasn’t completely lost, he found himself more talkative. More willing to be close to you and open up.

“I found some similarities between Cybertronian and old-human courtship practices,” Optimus says. “Giving gifts and writing letters are common in Cybertron’s courtship culture.”

“But there is a human practice that caught my interest,” he makes a short pause, really thinking if he should proceed. But then he looks at you and all of his worries go away. “Dancing.”

“You don’t have dancing in Cybertron?”

You ask as you rub your hands together to create some friction. Although the bonfire in front of you warms you up, Optimus’ metal frame emits coldness.

“We have the music and the means to but inviting someone to dance as a sign of courtship may be seen as a more intimate practice,” Optimus remembers a time when he was invited to a social-meeting. He attended out of commitment because in all honesty, he found these meetings to be somewhat dull. There was music, energon, beautiful femmes but no dancing. No interactions. “After all, bodies must be in contact for the dancing to happen.”

“So you don’t know how to dance?” you had a funny thought of Optimus dancing and you smile at the mental picture. “Honestly, it's kind of a useless skill, so I see why Cybertronians don’t really have a dancing culture.”

“... I would like to … learn.”

You look up at him, not really believing what your ears heard.

“You want to … learn how to dance?”

“Is that such a bizarre occurrence?”

His optics divert from you. There is a blue tint in his faceplate that you didn’t know if it was actually there or if it was your imagination. It assimilates to a blush and you find yourself staring at him for too long.

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant. Dancing can be fun and it is an art, it's just … Well, I didn’t take you as one for dancing.”

“As you said, dancing is an art, one that I have no knowledge of,” Optimus remembers scenes of the book. How dancing and balls became such an important part of human courtship and relationships. It was a concept he did not understand, not fully. How communicating with your body can mean so much. He finds it amusing how humans were allowed to do such a sensual act, yet they were allowed to hold hands in bare skin.

“And in my need to satisfy my curiosity, I would like to know why humans regard it as such.”

“Well then,” you stand up from your seat and stand in front of him. “Would you like to try?”

“Right now?”

“No one is watching.”

“Don’t you require music?”

“No really, just follow my rhythm,” you extended your hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.”

He looked side to side as if to make sure no one was watching.

You were expecting him to just stand up and follow your steps so it came to a surprise to you when you suddenly see him shrinking from 28 feet to around 6 ft tall. Another thing you didn’t know he could do. Nonetheless, this was definitely going into your notes.

He stands in front of you and he doesn’t move. Of course, he doesn’t know how to start nor what to do.

Taking the lead, you slowly grabbed his servo. It's very cold and yet you managed to hold it for a little, trying to give it some warmth before guiding it to move to your back, on your waist.

You had changed clothes before coming outside. Putting on sweatpants and a long sleeve t-shirt.

But a very small part of Optimus wished you had stayed in your previous clothing as if you had, he could be touching your bare skin right now.

And the thought that he wants to touch more of your skin, amazes him even more. He can’t fully understand why he wants to feel, to caress. Maybe because such pastel textures were unknown to him.

“Alright, let’s do something simple,” you say, looking down at your own feet. “Let’s just move left to right. One side to the other side.”

You showed him first and quickly followed. His movements are sharp and direct, with no rhythm whatsoever. He dances exactly how you thought a robot would. The scene was humorous, yet you didn’t find it in your heart to say anything at all.

“You are doing great,” you are leading, even though it should be him but you won’t mention it for now.

Suddenly, you feel him bring you a bit closer to him. What was a healthy distance, is now non-existent. You are met with coldness but he seemed so concentrated in his actions that you didn’t want to mention that it bothered you. The cold, not the closeness.

You were a bit nervous, as much as you didn’t want to admit it because there has been a question that’s been in your mind since a couple of hours ago.It feels foreign to ask, as if you shouldn’t and yet you know it shouldn’t mean anything. A genuine, but curious question.

“May I ask you a question, Prime?”

You ask this in a playful tone, because the left and right constant and static movements were just that … funny. And if someone were to see the scene, they would definitely think that insanity has befallen the two of you.

“It’ll be my honor to answer any doubts you may have.”

“When you said that I was beautiful,” you start, your voice still keeping that uncaring tone with you. “Do you really mean that?”

“I am not one to enjoy deception,” he says, keeping the movement as he speaks. He is content that he is experiencing this. Just like in the books, talking is accustomed while dancing. “Why your inquiry?”

He didn’t seem like he was taking the question in the wrong way. Which is what you had hoped to achieve. It was a stupid question, one out of oddity and maybe with a tiny … very tiny little bit of hope–

“I am just surprised that Cybertronians find humans to be attractive,” you have become more accustomed to his frame over-towering you. The movements became more natural but still stiff. “Don’t get me wrong, I think your physic is attractive, as strange as that sounds.”

In a strange way to return the compliment, you said the first thing that came into your mind. Deep down, you believed it. You didn’t know how to feel about that either. Optimus was probably the dream robot of some sci-fi genre lover. You know a few would be infatuated with the idea of a 28 feet tall alien who's the leader of an almost extinct species.

But those were within the realms of fantasy. And you never saw yourself as one to be captivated by such.

You know it must be this way. Not any other way. Because it couldn’t and it can’t be.

“I think you might be misunderstanding me,” Optimus says, picking up the pace of the dancing. Daring to carry you just a little bit and your feet for a small second doesn’t touch the ground. “I don’t see your appearance.”

“I see you,” Optimus says, giving you a turn just like he has read in the book. “Your being … Your spark, who you are, is beautiful to me.”

A painful sting invades your heart. It’s a heavy feeling. The type of hurt that it will make you remember.

His faceplate reflects the moonlight and there is a small smile. Probably the happiest you've ever seen him. Optimus is sharing this happiness with you and you feel honored that the great Prime let you see this side of him.

At awe at such beauty, you can’t believe he is real.

And yet, he is here.

And for now, he is yours to admire.

But before you could indulge yourself in his presence, your nose starts to bleed.

“Alright, I think that’s enough dancing for today.”

You let him go, no wanting to let him see you in such a vulnerable state. You turn around, and try to wipe away the blood.

“Apologies, did my words angered you?” the concern in his voice is evident. Believing he had hurt you or taken liberties he shouldn’t have, he follows you closely. “I didn't mean to offend you, I think your exterior is also very appealing to admire.”

“I am fine, it's probably just the cold,” you lied, still overwhelmed about the previous interaction. “I should get inside. Thank you for tonight, Prime.”

You finish cleaning up the blood and turn around to look at Optimus again. His optics still show concern, but you don’t know how else to comfort him that you are alright. His words, too kind and sincere and your body simply couldn’t handle it.

“No, I must thank you,” he says, keeping his distance. Now afraid that if he gets too close, he might hurt you. “You made me remember the good days of the past, in a race with an old friend.”

“You were a racer?”

You asked, glad to have changed the subject because you didn’t know how much your heart can take.

“No but when I was young, Megatron and I accidentally got in the middle of a race,” reminiscing about the past, Optimus talks just with the hope that he could enjoy your company a little longer. “Well, more like I forced him into it.”

“Wait, you and Megatron … Were friends?”

“Many eons ago, yes,” but then he notices your shivering. As a gentleman, he couldn’t allow you to endure it and as much as he wants to keep you to himself, he won’t allow your discomfort. “But I do not wish to bore you with dull stories.”

“You can never bore me,” and you were just like him. Also wishing that you could spend as much time as you could with him. “Please, go ahead.”

“Are you certain?”

“Only if you feel comfortable telling me,” you take a seat close to the bonfire again and Optimus doesn’t mass-shift back to his regular size. He stays close to you and this time, instead of coldness, you feel a warmth emitting from him. Alluring you to be closer to him.

“And of course, if I can stay near to you, you are warm.”

And he puts his metal frame against your skin, side to side. As much as he would like to completely allow himself to protect you from the chilly temperatures. To protect you from anything that may harm you.

“I wouldn’t dare to push you away.”

You and him talked until sunrise. Until no words could escape your lips, too tired from speaking stories and your ears too blessed to listen to heroic tales. Still wanting more and with so much more left to say. Slumber had taken you with warm servos covering you from harm.

And Optimus could only think how your eyes had more stars in them than the night sky.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait … but here is a 11k chapter to make up for it.

Reader is gonna fall first but Optimus will fall harder

I really enjoyed writing this chapter as we deepened the reader and OP’s relationship. So now more fun things are gonna start happening.

Next chapter we’ll be going back into looking for relics and taking a look at the reader's past.

I think I’ll also add Optimus' past with Elita. Maybe not fully but just like small details.

I originally planned for this story to be around 10 chapters long but seeing that it's gonna take a bit longer for the story to develop, I assumed maybe 15-20 chapters? I WANT THEM TO YEARN FOR EACH OTHER! THE LONGING, THE DESPAIR, THE NEED!!! UNTIL THEY CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE AND THEY—

The addition of Alex’s character is still a bit in the works. I think I kinda want him to be a secret agent and he has been the reader's insider all of this time. The one who provided information about the existence of the Autobots.

I can’t wait for the reader’s betrayal of the Autobots. I can’t wait to write Optimus' reaction when he realizes that all of this is all a lie and you just wanted to get close to him to get information.

I NEED TO HAVE HER DO SOME CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT GUYS, BUT DON’T WORRY I KNOW HOW I AM HANDLING IT SO SHE DOESN’T COME OUT AS A COMPLETE JERK.

Many of you may wonder where is Cliffjumper but I think on this version of my story, he had passed away months ago.

I think I want to write a chapter where maybe the Autobots encounter their past’s ghost. Optimus and Elita, Arcee and Cliffjumper, etc. And reader is exploring their minds like that Ep where Bumblebee is on Megatron’s mind. And how heartbroken you are when you see Optimus dream being about Elita and how in love with her, he is. Making you realize how in love you are with him but none of it matters. Making up your mind, you go and—

Wait I CAN’T SPOIL STUFF.

As always, I did not proofread this. Lol. Thank you for reading this with all of its grammar and spelling mistakes.

Also I am very sorry I’ve taken long to respond to the comments/request but this took most of my time. I’ll be answering soon!

You may reach out me @ t-a-a-1 on tumblr for any questions, comments or concerns!

Once again … thank you so much for reading!

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