I have no idea what this is, a blurb, if you will.
Contains: fem-human!reader x Optimus, unrealized pining on Optimus’ end.
Aged, battle-worn Optimus Prime who has taken refuge back on Earth to handle localized Decepticon sightings with his comrades. In his absence, Bumblebee had resumed command once more, establishing a base on a young woman’s countryside property, your acreage. The details of this settlement are unclear, and Optimus is cautious, even with Bumblebee acting as guarantor of your trustworthiness.
Your first meeting is polite, succinct; he is tired, and wishes to rest. He does so in the west field, observing his brethren and you from the outskirts. Always observing.
You hold the faceplate of Bumblebee and tell him to be good before he sets off. Reprimand like a vice when his Autobots tussle over disagreements and your grounds become collateral. Chastisements whilst reaching within one of his comrades’ broken chest pieces to retrieve shrapnel that Ratchet cannot.
He wants to believe your benevolence comes from genuine care, but he’s been betrayed by many a human before. Thus, he finds himself outside the small balcony to your bedroom late into the evening. He doesn’t see how his Autobots have collected in hiding to speculate amongst themselves.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ asks one.
‘He’s barely spoken to her,’ says another.
‘Big guy finally makin’ a move, huh? Must’ve been lonely up in space.’
‘How would that even work?’
Optimus Prime, last of the Prime lineage, Leader of the Autobots, taps gently upon the closed balcony door and awaits.
For a moment, there’s no response from within your bedroom, and Optimus sighs quietly. He braces a hand on the second level siding of your home and begins to turn away. His Autobots share a collective disappointment, their entertainment dashed for the night.
Sharp, blue optics fixate on you, clothed in a long robe that has been tied at the waist, feet bare and hair undone. A human, with flesh too soft to be touched by hard metal, teeth against ripened fruit.
‘Great Primus, he’s gonna fuck it up.’
‘Too bad you won’t shut the hell up.’
