#roles: processor

[headmate-ideas]

hi guys :) recently received a diagnosis and thought we could use someone to help us navigate it. some roles we identified as potentially being helpful were pathchanger, realizer, catkid, identity holder, and processor, but feel free to pick and choose any that you feel would be appropriate! we'd like them to be interandrogyne and an age floater.

[Brought to you by: Mods Klaus and Capriel!]

🌼 HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🖍️

✦ Name(s): Lex, Ell, Kale ✦ Pronouns: they/them, xi/xir/xirs/xirself, e/em/eir/eirs/emself, co/cos/coself ✦ Species: human ✦ Age: age floater (looks 25, age regresses frequently) ✦ Role(s): pathchanger, realizer, catkid, identity holder, processor, sysregressor, destressor ✦ Labels: interandrogyne, xenoflux, bisexual ✦ Xenos: flowers, crayons, the sun ✦ Interests/likes: video games, fashion, coloring books ✦ Dislikes: red meat ✦ Music taste: indie pop, trip hop, lo-fi ✦ Aesthetic(s): acid pixie, kidcore, gamercore ✦ Kins: Siamese cats, daisies, elephants ✦ Emoji proxy: 🌼🖍️ ✦ Details:

Lex looks like an adult in-space but sees themselves similarly to a child headmate due to being an age regressor who is regressed most of the time. They hold the system's medical trauma, as well as their feelings about their identity as intersex. While they hold trauma, they are fairly happy most of the time, and they are good at helping the system redirect their negative beliefs into positive ones. Lex is also good at helping the system process their trauma and their emotions. The main time that they are not regressed is when they are helping other headmates talk about and make notes about their feelings about their diagnosis and their past. While regression is [name]'s default state, they also sometimes lean into their regression for stress relief and fun.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

[transingthoseformers]

I do like how SG ES can either be Optimus getting pspspsed towards the light OR Megatron getting lured to the darkside "Aren't you tired of being nice? Don't you just wanna go apeshit?" style

though mind manipulation in either case can be a spicy idea... just saying

It could be!!

I, personally, prefer when it's SG Optimus getting brought to work with the SG decepticons because I think considering Earthspark that's the proper reflection

But I also REALLY like cranking up that dystopia dial and making GHOST worse, and seeing how the new set up affects the SG decepticons

Though... God knows I love the idea of there being mind tampering to factor into a defection here :)

[deansguns]

this is mostly a half formed thought but it’s kind of interesting how in fanon/fanfics sam is used essentially as a vessel for dean to understand his own feelings through by having sam do the processing for him and then regurgitating it back in therapy speak when what happens in canon is kind of the opposite. (to an extent)

it’s actually sam who tries to use dean to process his own feelings, he tries to get dean to open up so that he doesn’t have to explore his own complicated emotions about a situation. now this doesn’t really work because dean either shuts it down (because sam is his little brother, and at the beginning of the series not someone he would risk placing emotional burden on) or he doesn’t have the reaction sam wants because he’s still dealing with it real time.

this isn’t a disparagement of sam, it’s just interesting how canon was translated into fanon and you get certain character traits completely muddled

[the-silent-fellowship]

Emotional Guardian

[PT: Emotional Guardian]

“An emotional guardian is a type of emotional processor, whose job is to manage and either absorb or spread a certain emotion throughout the system. They may keep the body from entering a panicked state or limit the level of emotion a headmate can feel in the moment.

As an emotional manager, they may lean more towards observing and judging the situation and selection headmates that are emotionally best-equipped to handle whatever is going on.” - Pluralpeida(link)

[ID: none yet]

[Tags] @system-term-archive, @pluralitywords, @pluralterms, @radiomogai

[io-archival]

Emotional Processor Pride Flag

(note: this flag was originally made by coinings-of-aquarius, on a blog which has since been terminated. the archive is here.)

An emotional processor is a type of protector whose job is to guide other system members through dealing with their emotions, or to absorb the negative or overwhelming emotions of other system members to process and water them down to make them easier to deal with.

Flag made by us on July 11th, 2022.

@hydor-coining

[melien]

[nellievances]

actual footage of me seeing hunter cast in the new evil dead after i have BEEN saying he’d make a perfect final boy for three years

[weird-coordinates]

found out that i absorb tiredness. or something. neat. -tilsit

[paperstarwriters]

to Hear, to Feel, to Know

Inspired by @muletia’s Obsessed Optimus fanfics—they just so so so so good!! The yearning, the ill-buried desire, Optimus chaining himself in place like some dog with a biting problem when all he wants to do is love you???? OUAGH so so good!!

Asdfghjkl I wanna try my own hand at a fic looking at Optimus’s tendency towards obsession in love, but for now, I’ve been thinking about Optimus as a bot who tends to listen….

Pairing: Optimus Prime x Reader

Warnings: n/a

Summary: Optimus is a bot who's exceptionally good at listening. What he likes listening to most of all though, is you.

Masterlist | Transformers Masterlist

Word count: 1,106

───♡-♥-♡-♥-♡-♥-♡───

There was no denying that Optimus had a keen eye, and an even keener attention. His ability to promptly decipher texts based on key words or phrases allowing him to understand the greater picture from his days as an archivist served to train him well in noticing patterns of behaviour if he focused his attention on it. The ongoing war certainly helped as well, forcing him to zero in on what would allow them to survive. Forcefully training his eye to fall to keep points in any battle field.

And yet as trained as his eyes were, Optimus was always keen to listen.

Or perhaps absorbing was a better comparison. How despite being a leader, despite giving commands, Optimus was almost always better suited to listening to the people around him. The information that they shared, the feelings they expressed. Ratchet always used to say he would make for a much kinder medic than he if he took a role in that field. Perhaps it could have served him even better as a leader, but there was little he could change through the tides of time.

It’s why he clings to these things, saving them in the event that one day they may save him. From another attack or another encounter with Megatron, to even a stretch of boredom or loneliness.

It is why he clings to your every word.

Why he loves it when you sit atop his shoulder. So close to his helm, it is as if you’re speaking directly into his processor, filling his thoughts with your words—your delights, your frustrations, your sorrows, your needs. A direct feed like some constant supply of energon into his lines.

Both, he supposed would make his spark stutter a bit.

Ah, just thinking about it brings to mind the many times you’ve pressed yourself against his audial, leaning against his helm or purposely cupping his audials as you whispered sweet words his way, words for him and him alone, a gift sweeter than any energon could ever be.

You didn’t even have to be saying something sweet. Scathing secrets and vicious critiques against some other’s back from the mistreatment you received in the hands of a cruel stranger or an even crueler co-worker, or even some coy remark against a teammate, the fact that you chose to whisper your words to him—to confide your secrets and burning emotions to his audials.

Even being chosen as a Prime was a lesser honour than this.

But perhaps the thing he enjoys listening to most, though your every word delights him and your laughter makes his spark feel so light it might burst from his chest, the sound Optimus likes best it’s the soft thud of your heartbeat and the whisper of your breath.

He recalls when he first heard the sound, mass displaced at your request as you showed to him your beating heart after he showed you his whirring spark.

There is meaning to the action, to show one’s spark to the other, but Optimus felt he need not explain it to you, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to return the gesture.

And yet somehow you did.

Even if you could not pull back the viscera from your chest the way he did the plates of his chassis, you brought his helm to your chest, pressed his audial against you, and implored him to listen.

And he did.

In the caverns of your chest, Optimus heard as air filled your lungs, swelling with every breath you took, and for a moment he mistook that steady beat for an abnormal twitch, until you began to explain.

“That’s my heart.” You had told him. “The ‘thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud’.”

And pressing just a bit harder, Optimus stilled his fans to listen to the faint beat.

And he heard it.

Loud against his audial the drum of your heart pounded against your chest like an insistent knock, or the demands of a captive begging to be freed.

Though perhaps that’s just wistful thinking.

He hears it in his full form sometimes, when you lean your back against his helm or when you cling to his audial in a moment of fear or excitement. A gentle faint rhythm, that sings that you’re alive.

He wishes some days that it would accompany him in his berth, as he lies under the midnight silence hounded by the whispers and wails of the dead of the living he must fight, of the humans he’d never know. They all rattle and sob frying his processor as he starves himself of a proper recharge, but then, some days he hears something this in the base. Perhaps it’s his own movement, perhaps something falls—once even it was the rumble and stroke of thunder and lightning overhead. All the same, it brings to his mind the thump of your heartbeat, and like a spring being unwound, he replays your words in his head. Every praise, every sweet word, every secret you’d give him. Your smile your laughter, your delight and glee he’d play them all over and over in his processor, lingering on the compliments you’d direct his way, every smile you’d make when your eyes met his.

All with the background theme of your heart singing its little song of life, your every breath an instrument to the symphony.

You were here, you were alive, you were with him.

Ah, but sometimes those moments stung worse than the wailing dead.

You were not here with him now, and all he had was the echo of your heartbeat. If he could hum its melody he would, but the sound doesn't comply with his voice box. Still he taps it out with a digit sometimes or a pede even, a little reminder of a precious tune.

He hasn’t had the chance to listen to your heart again. To mass displace and press his head against your chest, to listen to that sound, and maybe listen to you speak as he follows the gentle beat. He hopes one day he might get the chance. He hopes one day to tell you what it means when one shows the other their spark.

One day, he dreams, he’d tell you what it meant, and you’d smile, perhaps in rapt delight, perhaps shyly, but you’d open your arms to him and allow him to listen once more, let him listen as he lets you watch his glowing spark.

Until then, he basks in what he can get, faint as it is against his full form, listening to the soft beat of your heart, feeling you warm and pressed against him, resting assured in the knowledge that you were here, you were alive.

[muletia]

✧˖° 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

inspired by 'if not for you' by george harrison

[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

summary: after winning the war, optimus found his safe haven. with you.

cw: fluff, pinch of angst, obsessive thoughts, i may have romanticized his obsession a bit... self-indulgence, canon divergence - optimus gets his happy ending :))

word count: 1200

this fic can be treated as the yang to my previous piece about his dream and as the good ending to the whole obsessed!optimus arc

Once, a fire burned within his body. It consumed every conduit, reached every metallic tissue. The blaze wrought devastation, destroying and leaving behind necrosis until it consumed him entirely, mercilessly incinerating the remnants of optimism, the hope that he might live to see a better tomorrow.

Optimus burned out; the flame hollowed him from within and left behind only a shell. Deep within his spark, however, an ember still flickered — a reminder that he could not surrender, that he must endure to the end and serve his own, for that was the role he had chosen those ages ago. He could not capitulate. He would not.

And then, you appeared. A tiny spark that reignited the fire.

This one was fiercer and more painful, but within it lay the beauty of caring for someone, loving their flaws and imperfections, lending strength when it was most needed. You gave him enough of it to end the conflict once and for all. Optimus had long lost hope for a better tomorrow for himself. But for yours, he was willing to do absolutely anything. To ensure your well-being, reshape the future so you would no longer have to live in fear for your home. He did not factor himself into it; knew the sacrifice required to bring an end to a war that had escalated to an interplanetary scale. He could only dream, nourishing his imagination with visions he would never behold.

At least, that was what he once believed.

The wind gently brushes against his armor, and the spring sun envelops him with warmth. Far from civilization, no sounds of haste or petty conflicts reach him. It is only him and your garden, the flora that continously surprises him with something new. Colors, shapes of flowers, bloom schedules. Simple organisms, mundane and primitive, yet he saw beauty in them. Their simplicity fascinated him, as it was the complete opposite of Cybertron and its inhabitants.

But what captivated him most was their will to live, their resilience, the extent of suffering they could endure before yielding, before giving up. He drew inspiration from them, saw himself in them, for he, too, wished to live.

Now, yes. For you.

He knows you will return soon; your weekly schedule is deeply etched into his processor. But until then, he does not know what to do with himself. He always spends his time waiting for you, for the moment your vehicle rolls into the garage, for it is only then that he begins to truly live. In your company, surrounded by conversation, your kindness, and an affection impossible to replicate.

Everything he does in your absence is merely to kill time, to hasten your return, to occupy his processor and stave off madness without you. Sometimes, he manages, especially when a former teammate visits. But there are days when all he can do is meditate beneath the tree closest to the driveway, waiting for you. Thinking about what you will do together when you return, what news from work you will share with him, and how he might bring you joy today.

Without you, he is lost. The self-sufficiency built over so many years suddenly crumbles, revealing an uncertain, astray being entirely dependent on his conjunx.

Today is no exception to the routine. No one has visited. Optimus remains alone with his thoughts, which, for several years now, have been recalibrated to revolve solely around you. Once, they fed the fire he had to vigilantly tend, for he easily lost control over it, and it burned him alive. Now, it envelops him in a pleasant warmth, more soothing than the sun’s radiance. More comforting and tender. It brings him solace and peace, though it still fuels an unhealthy devotion. No longer destructive, but still imbued with a fiery passion, more powerful than Primus himself.

Sometimes, he misses Cybertron. Guilt over abandoning the search for a way home gnaws at him when he is not entirely focused on you. He knows the others still strive to find a solution. Occasionally, they invite him on missions, living fossils of his former life, but Optimus ceased aiding them for his own interest long ago. He does not wish to return, could not bear to leave you, to forsake the life you have painstakingly woven together. He might as well perish if it meant never seeing you again.

A sound pulls him back to reality, the scratch of tires on a gravel road. You are still distant; he will see you in precisely four minutes and twenty-six seconds, but a subtle smile already creeps onto his faceplate. This is the exact moment he has awaited half the day, yet even now, his composure cracks, revealing his excitement. He wishes to greet you. Now. Immediately.

He mass-shifts, preparing for your return. Would prefer to drive you himself, but you insisted on not taking advantage of him, a decision he never fully understood. Had he not made it abundantly clear that he would do anything for you? That he was at your every beck and call, ready to please and serve? Yet, to his misfortune, it was a harmless decision, one you had every right to make, and he was never the confrontational type.

He watches as you park and step out of the car, holding shopping bags, which he immediately takes from you.

"Greetings, my dearest," he says.

"Hello, love!" you reply. You want to add something else, perhaps to start recounting your day, but he must interrupt you.

His servo cradles your face, fitting its contours perfectly, as if you truly were made for one another. He lowers his helm to your face and kisses you. First the edge of your lips, then your cheek and jaw, steadily trailing down to your neck.

Once, he feared touch, terrified of its power, of how quickly and completely it consumed him. How much he craved, and how little he possessed. Each time, he waited for your permission, for you to dictate what he could and could not do, lest he accidentally hurt you. Destroy the relationship that sustained his wretched life, shattering the trust you had placed in him. And though similar moments remain a near-daily occurrence in your relationship, they have migrated to other spaces, to intimate places. In other circumstances, he has relaxed the self-imposed rigor, dictating for himself when he could, when he should, and when he wanted.

“Not wasting any time today, are you?” you laugh.

"Opti, not here," you chide.

Even he is unsure of what overcame him, you closeness addictive and consuming. He usually waits until you both calmly return home to prove how much he has missed you. Today, he cannot wait. The sight of you breaks him, making him acutely aware of his yearning, which he must somehow release before it consumes him entirely.

He stops immediately, though the taste of your skin lingers on his glossa, teasing him to continue his advances. It unsettles his processor as it invigorates his frame.

"I missed you," he says, syncing his stride with yours.

“I missed you too,” you reply, smiling in a way that infects him with the same expression.

He needed this. Simplicity, a place he could call home. You. For without you, there would be no new day, no spring, and the universe would become empty. Soulless and cold.

[revelboo]

So I have the Bishoujo Optimus figure and recently did a cos, any chance you could do anything with the bishoujo transformers? I think it'd be hilarious honestly 🤣

That’s so cute! Your cosplay looks awesome!

Cosplay

TFA Optimus x Reader

• Almost cracking up at the look on his face as you lean your palms back on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, you grin up at the big bot. “I’m you,” you say, wondering if you can smell his processor shorting out. “Well, as a human.” Did you break him? Because he’s just staring. “It’s cute, right?” You add, hooking a finger against the matrix necklace you’d crafted. Trying to guess what he’s thinking.

• Speechless and flattered you’d decided to dress like him, he hears one of the other humans, Bulkhead’s, badly smothering a laugh as they dice vegetables. Watching you let the fake matrix fall back against yourself as you grin up at him, his fans kick on. “Do you like it?” You ask and he’s struggling, not sure why you’d done this. Do you see him as a role model or are you flirting? Doesn’t know and isn’t sure how to react. How do you want him to react?

• “It’s,” he begins and the word just hangs there as he stares. And you think of high school, suddenly. Trying to work up the nerve to talk to a cute guy, wishing he’d just approach you instead, because this is intimidating. Not sure what you’d expected dressing in homage to him, teasing him, but his stunned silence is sliding into awkwardness. Face heating, you push off the edge of the counter and snag a carrot from the cutting board. Biting into it and pretending it doesn’t bother you. That nothing ever does.

• “You’re an idiot,” Bulkhead’s human says, not even bothering to look up after you’d stalked off leaving him standing there. “No one ever flirt with you before?” And he stares as they forcefully rock the knife down on more carrots with sharp little snaps. No. Not really. Turning away, he hunts for you, pushing open the little communal area the humans have claimed and partitioned off. Mass shifting to get through the door, he flinches when you turn in the act of pulling your shirt off over your head. And you turn your back to him and just keep undressing like you’re daring him to say something. ‘I like the costume,’ he manages and you still won’t look at him, standing there in only those shorts and that fake matrix. Afraid you’re just going to strip completely with him right there. Wanting you to as inappropriate as it is. ‘I like you.’

• Hands stilling on the fly of your shorts, you huff out a soft laugh. Because he sounds embarrassed. This giant, alien warrior is embarrassed to admit he likes someone. Likes you. “Maybe I like you, too,” you offer, leaving the shorts on and undoing the matrix necklace instead. “So what are you going to do about it?” You challenge, so tempted to turn and look up at him to see if you can fluster him. ‘What do you want to do about it?’ He counters and you smile despite yourself. Because you want to find out if this can go anywhere. And how embarrassed you can get him.

[t-a-a-1]

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

[jinuaei]

Yandere Tarn x human Reader

Warning: OOC! NOT COMIC ACCURATE I ONLY KNOW A LITTLE BIT ABOUT THE LORE ALSO IGNORE THE TIME DIFF I KNOW ITS LIKE MILLIONS OF YEARS BETWEEN PRE WAR AND POST WAR. Spoilers for Tarn lore?

Imagine being Tarn’s first ever human he has met when he was still Damus, you being a cute human Liaison that follows around Senator Shockwave who also brings you around the Academy. You are an adorable, curious little thing, always so eager to see the different bots’ outlier abilities and wanting to know how it works, and Damus’ ability was the one that caught your eye. And he too is smitten with you from the very first time he laid optics on you, but he respects the Senator so much that he tends to shy away from actively seeking you out. 

However, you don’t seem to fear the large bots that could squish you with one of their pedes considering you’ve been persistently seeking him out even when he tries to hide away from you. In the end, he could not escape the temptation that is you.How could he? When you are so persistent in getting to know him, even to the point where you would sneak off to find him —He feels honoured whenever you do so, so special that you chose him out of all the students to befriend— He cannot do much to entertain you, but you seem to enjoy seeing him use his abilities to annoy bots by shutting their stuff off, mostly datapads and what not.

Both of you enjoy each other's company so much, sharing stories and knowledge. He finds himself especially invested in human arts, mainly music, it’s much different than Cybertronian music, it’s softer, less robotic, more organic, it’s so…you. He likes to hear you sing, even when you are humble with your abilities, he thinks of it as perfect. He cannot help but adore music that comes out from your mouth. Ah yes, your mouth, your language’s equivalent to the word ‘intake’. He remembers you saying something about kisses and how humans do it to show affection, but Cybertonians never had something similar to that so he does not pay mind to it. But he cannot deny how much he wants you to do it to him, especially when you mentioned something about it can be ‘intimate’ at times.

His days are always bright whenever you come to visit, your small body tucked close to the Senators frame, so talkative and friendly. He also notices the matching colours of your drapes with that of Shockwaves colour of the week, he observes that he enjoys seeing you in purple more than that of any other colour. Gifts seem to be common for you, as you seem to give him lots of small trinkets, but his favourite is a purple scarf that you gave him after he expressed how much he likes that colour on you.

Somehow, you managed to put in a good word about yours and Damus’ excursions considering Senator Shockwave has approached him himself to entrust your safety to the student whenever he is too busy to show you around. And of course, Damus has taken that role seriously, so seriously in fact that the other students you are also close with seem to avoid you all together whenever he is there. Always watching, always looming over your small form.

But then Senator Shockwave got caught, forced to undergo through Empurata and Shadowplay, and he did not find you ever since. He did not find comfort from your presence when he woke up after being subjected to the same fate as his teacher, stripped from his identity as Damus, now Glitch. But even his faceplate has been replaced, forced to be faceless, to be a nobody, his processor still kept the memories of the only person that knows him, the true him, him as Damus and not Glitch. You…You, you, YOU. His dearest human.

He remembers a conversation about your world's religion, about how many there are that exist on your planet, and how anybody can create a religion by just believing in it. And he does, in you. Creating a religion where you are his god and he is your most devoted follower – a religion where only he is to worship you.

Perhaps if he prayed enough, devoted himself enough to you, you will return, just like how yours has 3 days after his death. But you never did. Still, he prays to you daily, even when under Optimus’ care he did not forget to call for you, and while he uses his spare time to read Megatron's manifesto, he always makes sure to pray to you every day, every hour, every minute, that he has.

He even made a small shrine for you that he carries around on his frame via a small box. Inside are everything that you have ever given him, especially the scarf, and a picture of you both that you took with your Instant camera. He keeps that locked tight, like it’s his most valuable treasure — which as a bot who has close to nothing, is.

That habit of praying to you has persisted even when he adapted the persona of Tarn, even after he has stayed with Decepticons, he does not forget to pray to you every chance he gets. The items that he so carefully took care of are slowly degrading, piece by piece, thread by thread, all the cherished objects are turning into dust. Time does not spare anything from its cruel grasp, the picture that showcased you and him as Damus is slowly fading, his claws scraping off its print bit by bit. He fears that he will destroy the remaining memories of you, just like how he destroys every mech that he encounters. So after the scarf has turned into scraps, your face scraped off, he finally kept that box containing everything that you are close to his spark where it would stay until his end.

However, there is one thing that he cannot destroy no matter how much he has desecrated it, using it during his hunts to please him and his comrades. Music. His love of music is also a show of his devotion towards you, to say that yes, he remembers your music and your voice. And at times, when he is especially in a good mood, he would sing the same songs that he learnt from you to one of his victims. Though he would become aggressive right after the last note – realizing that they do not deserve to hear your song. In that case, he does not talk to them to death, instead he would pummel them into scraps, spilling energon all over him.

Millions of years have passed and his devotion only grew stronger, and oh how his prayers have finally been answered! You have returned! Though it was not 3 days but millions of years, he still rejoices as you are now back! His god! His beloved! And now he does not have to stay loyal to the Decepticons as you are now back with him! But the only problem is… he can see you on the other side of the battlefield, with the Lost Light, with Rodimus, with him– Megatron.

And now he realizes why Megatron has betrayed the Decepticon cause, perhaps like him, he has found his true purpose on the side of the good. But Tarn can never be good, he has done so much in the name of the Decepticons, in the name of righteousness, in your name. 

Even so, he can repent, renounce his identity as a Decepticon and come crawling back to you if you so wish. He can start his redemption by killing all of the DJD members right in front of you, or maybe you would want him stripped off of his armour, being laid bare for everyone to see.  Whatever you want, he will do it.

So he crosses the field with new found focus, optics trained on you. He ignores all of the weapons trained on him and keeps his pedes from shaking in nervousness. The more neurotic bots shoot at him, but he did not raise his blaster to shoot back nor did he try to defend himself. He only had one goal, and it was to get to you.

Once he finds himself in front of you, being guarded by Megatron and Rodimus, he kneels, unable to hold himself above you, his chassis lowered until his helm presses against the rough terrain. Energon pooled under him from the wounds he sustained.

When he utters your name, you seem perplexed, as if surprised at how this large bot knows you. And he spills everything, about who he is now, his prayers, his shrine, his millions of years of devotion. As he looks up at you from the floor, your face twists into confusion, baffled at this obsessed mech that you have never met in your human life.

Perhaps it was years of not seeing each other, but you looked…different somehow, still similar to his memories of you, but oddly different, it's small, but noticeable to him who has been so devoted to you and made sure to memorize every single part of your face. Nonetheless he did not care what so ever, what matters is he can finally serve you again, he might not be your Damus anymore, but he can be your Tarn.

The mask that he has worn for so long slipped off from his faceplate, and he drops it unceremoniously right next to him. He does not care if the bots think of him as an embarrassment or weak, all he knows is that you need to know about how much he adores you.

His faceplate lowers towards your pedes– feet, as you have taught him ages ago, and kisses it, just as you told him how one would do it, again and again until you can feel his love for you, his longing, his adoration, and his years and years of worship.

Until he repents, until you accept him back into your life. Until all that he has, and all that he is, is finally yours.

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Uhhh uhhh I don't know if this is coherent.

[monotonesmile]

Hi! I see you’re available for requests.

May I request a Hurt/Comfort fic involving TFP!Optimus Prime who reunites with Cybertronian![S/O] [Romantic] [Gender Neutral] when they crash-landed on Earth?

Prompt-wise: [S/O] was O.P.’s Conjunx Endura and the two were separated during the early days of the war. Many years passed and while Team Prime was on a mission, an escape pod crashed on Earth (like when Smokescreen first came to the planet) and they came rushing in helping the team fight off some Vehicons. The Optimus and [S/O] reunited at the end.

Longed For You

[Optimus Prime X GN!Cybertronian!Reader]

[Word Count: 1820]

[Warnings: N/A]

[Fic Genre: Hurt/Comfort]

[Notes: I LOVE HOW YOU WROTE THIS REQUEST! It literally made everything so easy for me, thank you so much.]

[Next]

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Long before the war between Megatron and Optimus Prime had ever begun, Optimus Prime, otherwise known as Orion Pax during this time, a clerk working at Iacon, had a Conjunx Endura by the name of Y/N, they were a calm and kind bot to all, loved throughout their community because of their kindness towards those in need, something Orion Pax not only loved about them, but even strived for with his own actions, hoping to better Cybertron with his friend Megatron, but unfortunately for them, things took a turn for the worst.

Even after the war had begun and their lives were altered permanently, forever tainted by spilled energon, they stayed by each other’s sides, fighting alongside each other to try and stop their enemy and old friend, they always made time for each other, but their duties became more important than their own feelings, yet they knew that they loved the other dearly, and that was more than enough for them.

When Orion Pax earned the Matrix of Leadership from Primus, officially becoming a Prime, he knew he’d be welcomed back with open arms, which was confirmed as they had only asked him one thing. If he was okay. He could tell that they didn’t care for his title or his new frame, they were merely happy he was still the same mech they fell in love with all those stellar cycles ago, they’d been worried that the Matrix would’ve changed him completely, but while he seamlessly came into the role as a leader, Optimus was still the same mech he was when they first met, and he always would be.

Yet, during the early days of the war, long after Optimus became a prime, they rarely had time to see each other, always being busy with their respective roles in the war against the Decepticons, but in their sparks, they knew their true emotions and feelings, and it had always been a comfort for them both, knowing that the other was still thinking about them, even while they were busy with work or battle, their sparks knew who they loved.

They’d been separated for stellar cycles while they both focused on the war, but when the end days on Cybertron were happening, Optimus, with the entirety of his spark, wanted to wait for them, to have them join him as they were unfortunately leaving their ruined planet, but he knew the longer they waited, the more lives would be lost while trying to protect the Ark, so with a heavy spark, Optimus turns to his troops and tells them to retreat and prepare for departure, leaving their home, his love, everything they knew, behind for now, hoping to be reunited again one day.

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[Years Later, on Earth]

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Optimus rarely had downtime, he was almost always busy with something, but now he had a rare moment to himself, his processor was filled with thoughts of his long lost Conjunx Endura, how he missed them every second of his life, he missed their smile, their laugh, he missed that overwhelming kindness and courage that inspired him so much when they were younger. He can’t help but worry, hoping that they’re okay, he knows they’re still online. Thank the Allspark, he can still feel them through their spark bond, confirming their own spark was still beating.

His thoughts were interrupted as he’s startled by an alarm sounding off throughout the base, a loud alarm ringing out from the main area of the base as Optimus rushed out of his bearthroom, walking out into the main area of the Autobot base, he finds the rest of his team surrounding the screen where an alert was blinking.

“What’s causing the alert?” Optimus looks over to the team medic, Ratchet, keeping his stoic tone and face, though the old medic can obviously tell the leader was concerned and slightly curious what could be the cause of the alert.

“An…Autobot escape pod.” Ratchet looks over at the Prime, even he was confused by the readings, the last time an escape pod crashed on the planet, they had gotten Smokescreen from it, but he was originally captured by Decepticons, who knows who could be inside this one.

“Where did it crash? Regardless of whoever is inside, they could need our help.” Optimus nods, taking in the information before addressing the next thought on his processor.

“Somewhere in the Midwest.” Ratchet taps on the screen, revealing the location of the escape pod that had crashed somewhere in the Midwest of America.

“I see…” Optimus nods before turning to the rest of his team, “Prepare to roll out.” He heads towards the ground bridge, hoping to get to them before the Decepticons do, watching as Ratchet activates the ground bridge.

Optimus takes a moment to look over his team before he takes a breath and then transforms alongside his team, driving through the ground bridge and exiting out the other side, only to be met with a battle that had already begun before they arrived, the escape pod seemingly broken open, whoever was inside currently battling against Vehicons.

As Optimus transforms again, he orders his team to back the mysterious bot up, clearly whoever this is, is on the side of the Autobots, or perhaps someone that really hates the Decepticons, either way, they’ll need the help if they want to fight off all of the Vehicons. The Autobots charging into the fray, Optimus activating his energon blasters and giving both his team and their comrade cover fire as they take down a good portion of the Vehicons.

In the midst of taking out another Decepticon, Optimus feels a familiar yet strange tug on his spark, like it was drawn to something nearby, which confuses the mech, they’re in the middle of battle, why in the world would he be feeling a tug? It startled him for a moment, a perplexed expression flashing across his faceplates before he schooled his expression, not allowing a sliver of confusion to pass his face.

It still was a cause of alarm for him, so he follows the tug that his spark felt, glancing around to see what could possibly be the cause, but the reason shook him to his core, unable to look away as he realized just who exactly the mysterious bot was, he almost didn’t recognize them, but he knew in his spark that he was looking at his Conjunx Endura.

Optimus had completely frozen in shock, his Conjunx Endura, his long lost love, was still online, he knew they were, but seeing them in front of him, it almost felt surreal in a way, almost like his body just couldn’t believe it. Unfortunately for him, his shocked state made him miss the Vehicon sneaking up behind him, his optics widening as he spun around just in time to see the Vehicon readying their blaster. Optimus was ready to brace himself for the blaster fire but the Vehicon grunted and yelped as it was grabbed from behind and thrown into the ground by his very own Conjunx Endura.

“You okay?” They looked up at the Prime with a small smile, subconsciously looking him over, just as they’d done so many times in the past, they truly hadn’t changed in the slightest while they were apart.

“I am…alright.” Optimus didn’t even notice the sigh of relief that had escaped him, they were okay, online, and standing in front of him, that doesn’t mean he didn’t notice the changed to their frame, littered with scratched paint and scars, they’d clearly been through so much in their time apart, he almost felt guilty for some reason.

They chuckle as they see how his optics roam their frame, knowing he’s looking over their new and old scars, they know they’ve changed in appearance, yet he seemed to have stayed almost the exact same as he was all those stellar cycles ago when they last saw each other. “You should focus, love…” They remind him gently before they rush back into battle to assist one of the others with a few Vehicons that were overpowering them.

“Right.” Optimus shook himself out of his stupor, quickly following them back into battle, glad to have them by his side once again.

Optimus and his reunited Conjunx Endura went to help the other Autobots, who were almost as equally as surprised as Optimus was when they finally realized who exactly came out of the escape pod, but they had no time to focus on that, they had to get the Vehicons to retreat before anything else happens.

The way the two fought side by side was almost like a dance, something they practiced a thousand times over, even after all this time apart, they were still an amazing team, the Vehicons started to drop like flies, making the survivors retreat, likely to only face the wrath of their leader when they return with nothing but failure.

“Ratchet, we need a ground bridge.” Optimus calls back to the base before only a few moments later a ground bridge opens nearby, his team walking through after the successful mission of retrieving their comrade. He waited for them to walk through before following behind them, a ghost of a smile on his face.

The team, especially the kids, wanted to celebrate having a new teammate join them, but they had politely declined, much like Optimus, they aren’t one for parties, but that didn’t exactly stop the team from having one anyway, with the permission from Y/N to do so even if they aren’t present for it.

“I missed you, my dear…” Optimus, allowing himself a moment to relax, whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around them as they nestled into his bearth, neither one wanting to move from this position.

“I missed you too, Optimus…” They murmur in return, digits tracing random shapes and words on his metal frame, their spark warming underneath their chassis, reunited at last.

“I would like to stay like this forever…” Optimus runs a servo across their back, soothing any stiff joints or aching areas on their frame, it felt so nice to be back in their arms.

“As would I…” They smile softly, hearing his spark humming in his chest, comforted by the familiar sound that they longed to hear again after so long, they spend so many stellar cycles trying to find him, trying to find anyone, and now that they have him, they aren’t going to be letting go anytime soon.

Optimus was glad to have a moment to themselves after reuniting, both in his bearthroom, with a smile on his face as they were wrapped up together, both silently making the promise to never separate themselves again, they don’t want to go through such fear ever again, so they held each other close, their sparks warm now that they’ve returned to each other, hopefully to never be separated by anything else again.

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[Requests are open!]

[andauserene]

Can i request shattered glass reader that is an autobot, and the normal version are good friends with the normal autobots, and shattered version meet the normal autobots and decepticons?, i really dont mind which characters, i like whoever :)))

( I love your oshi no ko reader fic btw :33 )

No pressure lol!!

A/N : Hello anon! I've seen your request but unfortunately, I'm pretty busy and cannot find time to properly think of an idea, butttttttt now I can and sorry if this isn't what you wanted. :) And also, I'm very happy you're willing to reach out to me and asked. I'll answer everyone's submissions and requests, but it'll take time. My active hours are mostly day time, or afternoon, and probably Friday to Sunday. Thanks again!!🫶🏻

Warning!! : A little bit OOC. Maybe not related to the main storyline. Mostly hcs and mini scenarios. Gore, mentions of blood, murder or death of minor characters, mentions of abuse (mentally and physically), dark themes, me being a bit suggestive in this story. *wink wink* ;)

Shattered Glass x Normal AU

Optronix Prime (SG)

You were Optronix's most trusted righthand bot, often comes out with a very effective and efficient plan that makes the merciless Prime always praises your skills, and makes a you a role model to the other Autobots.

"Do you see how [Y/N] took down that Decepticon alone? That is how you all must do in the battlefield."

You of course follow his rules and orders, often carrying out important missions he couldn't just tell someone else to do.

And you'll return to him with nothing but victory and glory. And some of the cons' heads.

It's soon becomes clear to you that due to his darker side, he's very manipulative and possessive of you.

It was quiet scary, Optronix never thought he'll find someone he could rely on without having a processor ache just from thinking what could possibly gone wrong.

He adores you with Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, and Quality Time. That are his love languages for you. :)

As for your love languages? May be vary, but he appreciates them.

But shhhh, one thing I'll tell you ; Optronix absolutely adores Acts of Service and Physical Touches from you.

Your servos and digits caress and massage him so good that he swore he will literally have you as his Conjunx Endura.

Don't get it wrong, he's very sore and have pained wires and coils, to the point you sometimes let out an inaudible wince at how hardworking the Dark Prime is.

When facing dangers, your opponent or archenemy is probably Soundwave.

The kind, loyal, and patient 'con whom take care of the humans really well. Thinking about him makes you feel sick.

And don't worry, Optronix will annihilate him. After all, what's a good Conjunx if not helping their Sparkmate?

Just be careful though, when it comes to berth, safe to say that he'll take all parts of the bed and you. ;))

Goldbug (SG)

Do you even know him? Now you do. :)

He thinks you're cute as hell, but says or shows nothing about it.

When Optronix paired you with him, he just nods and then walks away, expecting you to follow him.

Bonus if you look like a clumsy, cutesy lil' bot and maniac, sadistic, psycho the next.

Goldbug doesn't show it, but he clearly likes how you're so small compared to him. I mean, look at the second pic of him! If he's small in normal AU, then he's def taller in SG.

Will try to impress you by showing a bit of his personality, which he very rarely shows to make you feel honored.

Once he's sure about it, he will comm-link you out of blue and make it as if he's in need of help.

Bumblebee is a mischievous mech, so I don't think Goldbug is different. He's just good at hiding his personality.

So when you panicked, thinking he's dead, he will suddenly woken up and kneel in front of you.

Goldbug is surprisingly gentle as he holds both of your servos and asks you tp be his Conjunx Endura.

Now, there are two scenarios :

One, you accept and jump to his servos, but not before you slap his arm quite harshly as your cry errupts. Goldbug wouldn't mind, knowing you're caring towards him.

Probably into saying things like, "Oho, scared of my death, aren't you?" and "Don't worry about me sweetspark. How about worry for your lil' self? 'Cause I ain't leave that beautiful frame of yours unclaimed." :>>

Two, you will stare at him dumbfounded before you turn around and walk away, making Goldbug stares at you in disbelief and hurt before-

-you jump at him and say "Yes!" multiple times. And "Please don't do that, my Spark almost jump out of my Sparkchamber..." as you sniffle in his arms. :'^

From that day on, as you fight with a few Decepticons, Goldbug secretly talks about you to a barely alive 'Con that you're his Sparkmate for life, Conjunx Endura forever, and not a single soul should be bless with her affection as he does.

Eh, nevermind, he thinks.

You'll always be his, now and forever, this life and another life. Nothing will separate you and him, not even time itself.

Optimus Prime (TFP)

You're an Autobot, yet... why is the insignia purple?

Oh scrap that, you're awfully evil for an Autobot! Optimus thinks to himself.

Even when he confronts to you about your acts, you bite back at him by saying "You're so soft and gentle for an Autobot leader, just like Megatronus!"

Hold up- Megatron? Gentle and soft? What?

"What do you mean by that? Megatron is nothing but conquerer and destroyer!" --Optimus to you, in disbelief.

"Optronix, what're you talking about? Megatron is the softest 'Con ever! His loyal Decepticons are fake ambassador of peace and coexistence!" --You to Optimus, thinking he's Optronix, just in different paintjob.

"What?" --Optimus to you in a neutral yet bewildered expression.

Oh, this is interesting. A Decepticon in Autobot's facade, this will be juicy~

When he thinks you're a threat to other Team Prime members, Optimus will definitely catches and arrests you.

Not like in a jail, but in a special room where only the Matrix of Leadership can open. He designed it by himself.

As you grumble about "Let me out!" and "Frag you, Not Optronix!", he will slowly consoles you, distracting you from your distress.

Optimus is very very very patient and gentle mech, often asking your opinion and mind so he can understand you better.

As the time past by, you realize one thing ;

"Scrap. I fell in love with a fake Optronix." --You to yourself, faceplate bright blue in realization and embarrassment that rarely surface.

And Optimus too, in fact, realizes he fell for a fake Autobot.

"I never recall an Autobot awfully evil like her... yes, I will fix her." --Optimus thinks, recalling and planning to fix you. Literally.

When the time is right, when he definitely fixes and changes you, he will request your presence.

With wary eyes from other Team Prime members, especially Arcee, you begin to drive to the destination Optimus asked you to.

"Will you be my Conjunx Endura?" --Optimus kneels in front of you, asking this out of nowhere.

At first, he is a bit shaken by your unsure expression.

But then, he loves it when you actually smile sheepishly and says "Yes, I will." in a cute, quiet tone.

Team Prime is a bit... shocked about this, to say the least, but hey, as long as the Big Boss is happy, they're happy too. :)

Your habits of slaughter, genocide, suicidal, and such have decreased a lot.

And yes, Optimus did changed you. Literally, and... metaphorically. >:)

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Note : I'll divide this to two parts. Part one with SG Optimus and Bumblebae, part two with Original Bumblebae and Autobots. I think I'll use TFP for ori!AU, bcs it's a masterpiece.🫶🏻🧸

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♡~ @sereneisstillhere

♡~ @soundwave-is-far-superior

[fandom-lover2]

Our Shadows Never Leave Us

Optimus has a nightmare that triggers some insecurities. You are there to help him through it.

Word Count - 2614

The Cybertronian stalked toward the other that lay broken on the floor, gun at the ready.

The injured bot was leaking Energon, large amounts from his chestplates. His frame was dented in so many places from the previous attacks it was surprising he could still move.

Megatron laughed, his entire body shaking from the action.

Optimus clenched his fist. Even now, after all these years of fighting, Megatron still found joy in pain. Where had his friend gone? Where was the Megatronus who wanted to free the people of Cybertron from oppression? Why was he forced to face his own brother for the good of the universe?

He was so tired; tired of fighting, tired of losing comrades, tired of never knowing if peace was a possibility. Most of all, he was tired of allowing his morals to get in the way of him doing what was necessary to ensure the safety of those he cared for. This would be the last time.

Taking aim, Optimus stared down at the Decepticon leader. This was how the battle would end, with Optimus the victor and Megatron finally being laid to rest.

Memories of the time the two had shared flashed through Optimus’ processor but he pushed them aside. This wasn’t the time for regret or second guessing, Optimus needed to be a soldier.

Megatron lifted his shaking helm and smirked up at Optimus. “Do it.” he challenged.

Optimus couldn’t move.

This was his friend, his mentor. How could he easily pull the trigger when the eyes looking up at him were so familiar? Why did this have to be so hard?

If the roles were reversed Megatron would not hesitate.

But it wasn’t just that his target was Megatron, it was that he wasn’t fighting back. He had no weapon in his servo and was clearly in no shape to fight back. But he was still the enemy.

“Do it Optimus.” Megatron spoke again, spitting Energon onto the ground. “Be the hero everyone expects you to be.”

Optimus stayed frozen, looking down at his former ally. All this fighting and what had it amounted to? The loss of their home and the death of millions of innocents.

Was Megatron truly the enemy here?

Optimus was the one who fought against the Decepticons, he led the rebellion against Megatron. The destruction of Cybertron was his fault. He was the one who carried this war, who was responsible for all the death. But after all he had done, could he bring himself to kill Megatron?

Or was he the one deserving of death?

“Oh look,”

Optimus’ attention was brought back to Megatron, but the latter was focused on something behind Optimus.

“We have an audience.”

Optimus followed Megatron’s gaze and his spark dropped.

You stood on a ledge at the end of the cave, eyes wide. “Optimus?” you whispered out. “What are you doing?”

No. You couldn’t see him like this. Anyone but you.

“Y/n, you need to leave.”

Your gaze dropped to the beaten Megatron, tears rimming your eyes.

“What did you do?”

“Y/n, leave! Now!”

“Well, isn’t that a shame.” Megatron began, still on all fours.

Optimus turned to the Warlord and glared.

“So, the great hero’s most prized pet sees his dark side. It gets to see how un-pure its master is. How tragic.”

Optimus turned back. You looked up at him in fear, shaking your head as a tear slid down your cheek. “LittleStar please…”

Your eyes stayed locked on his as disbelief kept you in place.

Optimus watched you carefully. He needed to explain, needed to get you away from this.

Your eyes left his and you gasped, eyes widening. Optimus turned in time to see Megaton lunge at you.

Reacting before he could think, he shot blindly. Instinct to protect you had overridden his previous thoughts.

The next moments were silent, Megatron’s claw just about to wrap around your delicate body. Then his knees gave out. Collapsing onto his back, Optimus got a clear view of the hole he’d made in Megatron’s chest plate.

Megatron gave out a weak laugh before turning to the leader of the Autobots. “You lose.” Then, his menacing red eyes faded to black, lifeless orbs.

Optimus stared down at the body of his fallen brother.

He’d done that. He’d killed an unarmed being.

But he wasn’t unarmed, he was a threat to you.

He could of, planned to, hurt you and therefore what Optimus did wasn’t murder, it was defense.

Shifting his gaze up to you, his spark clenched in his chassis.

You were shaking, silent tears falling as you watched your guardian in horror. Optimus had shot straight through Megatron’s chest, meaning the wound would’ve opened on his front which was closest to you.

Droplets of Energon were splattered on the wall behind you while one patch seeped into your shirt and another rolled down your cheek.

Optimus moved slowly, turning his gun back into a servo and retracting his mouth guard. “Y/n, are you ok?”

You remained frozen, bottom lip trembling. Optimus took a step toward you, then another.

On the fourth step you reacted. Moving backward, you stumbled over a rock and landed on your backside. That didn’t stop you though. You kept scrambling backward till your body was pressed against the cave wall.

“Y/n, please.” Optimus called, having stopped moving toward you and now holding his servo out to you.

You continued to look at him in fear before saying three simple words that shattered your guardian’s spark. “You’re a monster.”

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Optimus sat up in his berth, optics desperately taking in his surroundings.

This place was dark but not as irregularly shaped as the cave. This was his berthroom, with his desk in the corner and berth in the center of the converted hanger.

He was at base, and had been in recharge. It had all just been a dream. A bad dream at that, but still a dream none the less.

Lying back down on his berth, Optimus found that recharge did not come easily to him. The whole time he lay on the hard metal, his processor spun.

Was it really a dream? Had he really killed Megatron?

No, he doesn’t remember how got to the cave, only that he was there and Megatron had been previously injured. That was characteristic of a dream. So that meant it wasn’t real, and more importantly that you were likely not afraid of him… but what if you were?

You and Optimus had never really breached the subject of what he did during his encounters with the Decepticons. Was it possible that you actually did fear him?

He was much bigger than you in height and could easily harm you without realizing it, though he did try to ensure he did not. Was there a chance a small, well hidden part of you feared him? And what if he really did kill an unarmed Megatron and you witnessed the incident, would you hate him?

Could he even kill Megatron in real life?

If your life was on the line, could he, with outmost certainty, say he would kill Megatron for you? Could he kill any unarmed Cybertronian for you? What if it was a member of his team? Would he be able to harm his own family to ensure your safety? And what if it was a human? The team knew M.E.C.H was not afraid to pull the human comrades into the fight so what if they got you? Could he break his promise to never harm a human to keep you safe?

These thoughts went on and on until Optimus felt like he would snap. Once again rising from his berth, he left his room and began walking toward the control station.

If he was awake then he could go look for Energon. Supplies had been dropping and a long drive under the starry sky would help clear his mind.

Stepping out of the corridor, he froze. You sat at the human station, typing away on your laptop while occasionally looking up at the scanners. It was still a few hours before the sun rose so why were you up?

The previous flurry of thoughts Optimus had fought to control came rushing back, this time with vengeance and caused his spark pulses to increase dramatically.

What if it wasn’t a dream after all? What if he had been put into a forced recharge because he’d harmed you? Were you afraid of him?

If you were, what could he do? He’d never want you to be afraid of him. He needed you by his side. What-

“Hey.”

Your voice startled him and he jumped, fixing you with a surprised expression.

“You ok?” you asked, having turned in your seat to see him.

He continued to stare at you, hoping you’d shown any signs he could read. Should he back away slowly, or approach?

“Optimus, are you ok?” You pulled his from his thoughts once again.

“I am… unsure.” he answered truthfully.

You frowned and moved away from the desk, using the catwalks to go stand before him. “Well what’s wrong? Wanna talk about it?”

He looked down at your concerned face and felt his frame relax. It had all been a dream.

“Not now LittleStar, you need rest. Why are you awake at such an hour?” he tried to evade the question.

“Ratchet was refusing to recharge unless someone was here to keep an eye on things. I couldn’t sleep so came here to catch up on work and eventually managed to convince him to go recharge.”

Optimus nodded at your answer, noting how red your eyes were. “Well, I do believe some rest will do you good as well. I will monitor controls till Ratchet awakens.”

You raised your brow. It was obvious something wasn’t right with him. “Well I’m not tired so we can do it together.”

Optimus was about to protest when the soft patter of human feet made you both turn. Miko came barreling down the hallway, charging up the stairs that lead to the human rec. area. Her hair was untied and messy, a blanket wrapped around her sleep wear clad body and bare feet.

Bulkhead came stumbling after her a few moments later, obviously still in a recharge state.

“Why are you awake at 3am?” you asked, watching Miko in disbelief as she turned on the TV.

“Monster Truck rally in Belgium.” was her simple answer as she settled herself on the couch.

You frowned at the younger girl, then your expression shifted to one of thought. “Hey Bulk,” you addressed the green bot.

“Yeah?” he slurred out, optics still blinking into activation.

“Can you keep an eye on the scanners? Optimus and I are gonna go Energon Scouting.”

Bulkhead nodded in understanding, moving so he could get a view of both screens.

“Thanks.”

“Ohh, after dark mission. Sounds awesome!” Miko cheered.

“More like just before sunrise and it’s not a mission. Keep it down, the others are sleeping.”

“Yes mom.” the girl shot back.

“I’m serious Miko, no shouting. If you really need to make a noise do it into a pillow.”

“Ok, ok. No loud noises.” she promised.

“Good. We’ll be back later.”

Grabbing a spare blanket from the armchair, you descended the stairs and waited for Optimus to transform.

This really was the last thing Optimus wanted to do, but one look at your awaiting expression confirmed you weren’t going to let him decline company.

Mentally sighing, the leader shifted down to his alt mode and opened his driver’s door. Waiting till you were comfortable, Optimus made his way toward the base entrance and out into the brisk Nevada landscape.  

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“You gonna tell me what’s up?”

Optimus had hoped you had fallen asleep.

After leaving the base in his rearviews, Optimus had found an overlook to park at, idling his engine and silently looking up at the stars in the intention of you being lulled to sleep and therefore he could avoid this conversation.

“Just a bad dream.” He tried to end the conversation. Why did you have to be so intuitive?

“About who?” you pressed on.

Why did you know it was a who and not a what? Optimus did not appreciate this unfair advantage you seemed to have of being able to read him so easily.

“About Megatron and all I have done.” Optimus finally confessed. There was no point in dragging out the conversation any more than that. You were a level-headed person. You took things as they were. A drawn out tale would just waste your time to rest.

You remained silent for a while, and Optimus did not know if he was grateful for that or not. On one hand, less conversation was appreciated. On the other, he was hoping you might have had some input about his predicament. Afterall, he had come to rely on your advice from time to time.

“You stood up for what you believed in when you saw Megatron had lost his way. That doesn’t make you an enemy.”

Optimus felt himself jolt at your words, his spark missing a pulse.

How? How did you know that was what was going on in his processor? How could you have possibly known that was what he was feeling?

“The Autobots chose to follow you because they believed in your ideology. They knew what war meant and they still chose to fight beside you.” you continued, speaking as if you were merely describing the weather.

“You have a soul, you’re gonna feel things. Gonna feel like you made mistakes, question your choices from the past. Feel them. It’s normal to have regret, and guilt, but allowing yourself to go down the path of ‘what ifs’ only distances you further from the present.” you continued after a long silence. “You can’t get lost in that. The pain from the past is already too much. And you don’t know what tomorrow holds, what new decisions you will make. What opportunities will come along, what choices you will face.”

You shifted in his front seat, moving to place a hand on his dash.

“Feel the pain, feel the rage, feel the horror and the loss, but keep moving forward. There is nothing you can do it change it, so find a way through it.”

You leaned back again.

“Lean on us Optimus, your team, your friends. Talk to us, let us help you. No one in that base feels a shred of malice towards you for what happened. They choose to still stand by your side, to follow your orders and turn to you for guidance. Let them support you as you do them. You are not alone Optimus.”

Optimus remained silent. What was there for him to say? How could he say what he wanted to without breaking down?

You were right though, something needed to change. Optimus needed to let go.

And so, he took a deep vent, and began.

You sat silently in his cab, watching the stars move across the sky, the twilight grace the sky just before dawn, and then the sun rise and begin it’s journey across the sky.

You listened, ignored the obvious catch in his voice when the emotions became too much, and waited when the stories ended. You were silent as he unloaded all this fears, from the past and what still haunted him, about what he would need to do to end this war.

And when Optimus was ready, when the cold, dead servos of grief and hopelessness finally loosened their hold on his spark, you were right there beside him to return back to the present.