The Darkest Hour

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Of course you had to see him again. 

After some explaining, Ratchet told you Optimus didn’t tell you to take your leave well. But he didn’t elaborate. If you wanted answers, you had to look for them.

Now you find yourself walking up a hill. One close to the military base. 

It wasn’t hard to find him. The hill was small compared to him.

A gust of wind moved your entire being. Sometimes you forget how cold Nevada nights can get. 

“You know, I am not that young anymore … You can’t make me do this often.”

You try to light up the mood from the beginning. 

He turns to look at you with a stoic face only to turn to look up to the stars. 

His silence annoyed you and you decided that whether he wanted or not, he’ll talk to you. 

You sat next to him. Trembling a little due to Optimus’ radiating heat. 

Wanting to give him a chance, you waited for a few minutes. Hoping he would talk. 

5 minutes. 

10 minutes. 

15 minutes.

20 minutes 

… 25 minutes—

“ Alright, what’s wrong?” You break the silence, angry at his stoic behavior. “25 minutes and not a single word? I haven’t seen you in 5 years and you say nothing!?”

“25 minutes? But it was like a minute—”

Realizing something, he quickly turns his faceplate around and you could’ve sworn you saw a faint blue in his metal. 

“Apologies, time feels different when I am with you.”

“That’s now an excuse!” you tell him as you stand up. Even when he was sitting down, he was still massive but you weren’t afraid. Never of him. “I won’t live forever you know? I won’t be in town for long and maybe I won’t ever come back.”

Still, he didn’t dare to look at you.

“Next time you hear of me, maybe it will be for my funeral. Do you really want our friendship to end like th—”

“No,” Optimus interrupts you. “You promised me to never talk about that.”

His voice was demanding. Ordering. And yes, you remember now. One time during a mission you had been seriously injured. You don’t remember much but apparently Optimus had been anxious …Extremely so. 

The only thing you remember was being in the hospital. Optimus next to you, asking you to never die. To never even talk or mention it. To never … leave him. 

“You are right. I am sorry but it's going to happen and I just want to be on good terms with you.”

You look at him and he looks at you. 

Primus. 

You crave to comfort him. To tell him everything is fine. That you will be with him forever if that’s what he wants. 

And yet … you can’t. 

“You never reached out.”

He simply said.

“You didn’t either.”

You replied. 

Optimus and you gaze at each other. 

“You are stupid.”

You tell him.

“And you are inconsiderate.”

He says. 

“And you are a self-sacrificing idiot .”

“And you are a selfish being.”

The stare was intense. And then …

You two laughed. 

The awkward silence was no longer there. As if it had never existed. As if time had never passed. There was no longer a distance. 

And without knowing Optimus had even grabbed your hard. His warm metal in your cold hand. You don’t even know how you were so close to him. He had taken your hand without knowing. Of course, you didn’t mind. 

“Ah, you made me remember why I loved you.”

You say.

“We always make up right away—”

You look at him. 

The expression in his face … was indescribable. 

As if the worst of calamity had fallen on him. 

“Are—Are you ok?! Do you feel sick?!”

That was a stupid question. Of course he can’t feel sick. Cybertronians never do. But at the moment that was the only logical explanation. 

Optimus started to breathe heavily as if he was about to have a panic attack, if that was even possible for a robot.

“Talk to me! Are you alright—”

You feel Optimus’ servo and his warmth was no longer there. It was trembling. Afraid. 

And then, a stupid thought crossed your mind. 

There was no way … right? After all, you left him a letter confessing your feelings to him. You told him that if he felt the same, to meet you at the top of the hangar. But he never came. He never showed up and you had accepted that he didn’t feel the same. 

So there was no way. No way he wouldn’t know. But … if—

“Oh come on, you knew,” you tell him. 

  Optimus’ entire frame began to tremble lightly. His optics had a sadness to them that made you want to cry. 

“You knew I loved you, right?” 

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A/n: From a trend I saw online.

I like the idea that Transformers feel time differently when they are with their lover. If they are separated, they feel like time goes extremely slow. If they are with their conjunx then time goes very fast.

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“With so much blood, you might think this was an internal bleeding.”

It was a topic you didn’t want to explain. Not because it was embarrassing but because you understood how visceral it was for an alien race. There was the possibility that he might find it disgusting. 

And the last thing you wanted was for the bot you have a crush on to think like that about you. 

“Yeah, no, it's totally normal,” you tried to play it cool. Anything to keep you safe from needles and uncomfortable tests. “It happens once a month. It just hurts a lot and it's uncomfortable.”

“But you are not dying … correct?”

You smile at his obvious preoccupation. 

He had laid you on the bert and since then he hasn’t left your side. Ratchet had brought you a blanket and water after letting everyone know that you were safe. Still, he is worried about you. Another reason to really  … really like him. 

Also that he is fun to tease.

“No … for now.”

“For now?!” he almost screams and you laugh a little.

“I am kidding! I still have some years left on me.”

You smile at him from the berth. 

“By Primus, what am I going to do with you?” he rolls his eyes as he approaches you. He is genuinely interested in the way human biology works. Anatomy has always been fascinating too. But he is not as knowledgeable as he would like to be. But truly he doesn’t have time to learn.

“You can just pamper me during these days,” you say. “Chocolate helps.”

Ratchet takes a long look at you. And he can’t help but feel guilty. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t have time. He only recharges for a couple of hours a day but he should take that time to study your anatomy. Maybe that way he can learn to make your condition better. 

“Isn’t there a more durable solution to your problem?”

“Getting rid of my period?” you ask him and suddenly you give him a little mischievous smirk.  “Not really unless you want to give me a sparkling.”

“A spark–spark–sparkling?!” 

Oh, how much he hates to stumble on his words.

But how much you love it.

“How does that have anything to do with this?!”

“I have my period every month because I don’t have a baby on my belly,” you tap your stomach delicately. His expression was everything to you. You wonder for how long you can keep teasing him. “If I get sparked my period will go away for nine months.”

“Only for nine months?” he asks, pretending to not care.  “After that what do you do?  Get you sparked again?”

“Ah, so you do want to spark me?”

“Ugh!” Ratchet turns around, not facing you. Everything but allow you to see him embarrassed. “That’s not what I mean!”

“Fine, fine, if it's not you, it will be someone else.” 

He turns around. His embarrassment gone, now there was only pure anger. 

“No. I will not allow it—”

Suddenly, you hold onto your stomach and there’s a painful look on your face. 

“Sorry, cramps.”

The medic sighed heavily. Letting the topic go. Glad that you won’t tease him anymore. But seeing you in pain? That’s something he can’t stand to look at. He much preferred the teasing. 

“I’ll make you something warm,” he says. “Just stay here and rest.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” you tell him, your heart warm at his gentle acts.  “Would you please marry me?”

“Ugh! You are impossible to talk to!” Ratchet walks towards the door, ready to leave. “Good-bye!”

“Adios, my beloved!” you scream, loud enough for him to hear you. “I’ll wait for you forever!”

Ratchet could only close the door behind him.

And in his privacy, he slowly falls to his knees. Covering his face. 

It was so embarrassing. He couldn’t deny that by the way his blue bush covered his entire faceplate. 

And the worst part? Is that he liked it. 

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“What about you, handsome? I can get you some drinks in the house as well.”

Ladies would talk to him often. But he usually ignores them. 

“Ah, I see. Interested in our Redstar? She’s been staying exclusive for a while, no mech is good enough for her it seems. Even when she has a  bunch of proposals.”

But this was something Starscream wanted to know. 

“Nah,” Thundercracker said. “Star is not interested in anyone—-”

Starscream didn’t part optics away from you but decided to get more information. 

“How many?” Starscream asked. The urge to take you away from that mech growing more intensely. “Are they from upper castes?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know Star-boy?” the lady said. “Maybe next time don’t ignore a woman when she is talking to you.”

She left with a cocky smile on her face. Walking by as other mechs begged for her attention. 

“Wait, you actually like Redstar?” to Thundercracker, this was good news. Strange but good. He had never known Starscream to like someone. Let alone, show clear interest. Except for that time, with that mech ….

“Never said that,” Starscream said. “She’s just … interesting.”

“But that’s the thing! You never find anyone interesting! And like how did it even happen? You’ve never even talked to her—”

To his words, Starscream breaks his gaze on you. Only to finally look at Thundercracker. 

Red lights were predominant in the club. So much that Thundercracker’s bright blue plating was not distinguishable. 

“I just do. Alright? It's just a weird feeling and I can’t get rid of it.”

He didn’t look so different from him now. Maybe that’s why you’ve never come to talk to him. Nor even glanced at him. He needs to be different. Stand out. Do something. 

“But you? Starscream, I never thought I would see the day you would fall in love with a bot much less a human!” Thurdercracker got closer to him as another server delivered their drinks. 

“I am not in love! Do not confuse it! I only desire the pleasure she can bring me.”

“I see,” the blue seeker said. “So you don’t mind her making out with that mech on the dance floor?”

His faceplate has never turned so quickly. He knew some of his cables probably ripped due to the movement. But at the moment, he didn’t care. 

The only thing that mattered is ripping the helm of the mech who dared laid a servo on you. But before he could stand up, Thundercracker quickly sat him down again on his seat. 

“Do not dare to make a tantrum! I am not taking any risks! If I lose my privilege to see Sweetcherry because of you, I’ll never forgive you!”

Starscream watched as your hands wrapped around the neck of the mech. Your hands softly caressing the back. His body is bent to be able to kiss you and the position looks so awkward. Only stupid mechs would do that. Only very, very, very stupid mechs would put themselves in such an embarrassing position. Kissing a human, just a stupid joke. 

And yet, at that moment he wanted to be a jester. 

But his processor told him not to. Not only that but he also couldn’t drag Thundercracker into this. The blue seeker  shouldn’t pay for his mistakes. 

But he also couldn’t stand watching this any longer.  

“You stay, I’ll go for a flight.”

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The flight was long. But after he decided to walk.

Why? He wasn’t completely sure. He always preferred to fly. But sometimes, he liked looking up at the tall buildings of Cybertron. 

Each one of them is a marvelous piece of work. Intricate and beautiful and some of them covered in green things that Starscream did not particularly like. 

Due to the Cybertron-Earth international relationships, Earth gave Cybertron, one of the universe’ rarest materials. Trees. Abundant on Earth, extremely rare in the rest of the universe. 

Trees created something called ‘Oxygen’ that allowed humans to breathe. 

Now they can walk freely around the streets of Cybertron. Well, certain streets. Their safety was first so some streets were made solemnly just for humans to walk around without being afraid of getting stumped by giant Cybertronians. Now he can’t enter some places.

And the places he can? He has to mass-displace. Using precious and expensive energon to simply go to the Seekers Headquarters. All just so he doesn’t step on some squishies. 

“When did we become so obsessed with these … squishies?” Starscream thought. “Now our whole society … revolves on making our planet comfortable for them.”

He doesn’t hate it. He just misses the old Cybertron. He misses being able to fly around freely. Now he has curfews because humans use their human-planes to fly around cybertron. Their planes are small. Nothing compared to the size of a seeker. It's dangerous if a seeker and a human-plane were to fly in the same area. Seekers fly as they please, there’s no autopilot. They make turns, tricks and all kinds of movements when flying. They do not pay attention if they crash into a small human-plane, mostly because they wouldn’t even feel the impact.

And humans flying inside Cybertronians with airplane modes was absolutely out of the question. That was an extremely intimate act, reversed for sparkmates.

Now he is forced to fly two hours a day. And to seeker … That’s torture. 

If he could, he would just ban every human from entering Cybertron. If the Cybertronians like humans so much then they should just go to Earth with them. 

Those are his thoughts. More reason why he can’t believe he has a weird infatuation for you.

He should hate you, despise you. So why? Why is you the only thing he can thinking of—

“It's a beautiful sight isn’t it?”

He froze. He looks down. 

“We don’t have views like this on Earth. Just endless oceans and skies.”

He can’t speak.

“Actually, your alt-mode is a plane right? You would love Earth, plenty of room for you to fly around. No upside-down skyscrapers hanging from the sky to be aware of.”

And then, suddenly, he can.

“Well, I like the skyscrapers.”

That was you. 

And his words came out more harsh than he expected. 

“I see. Well, they are beautiful.”

Starscream looks at you and he can’t believe you actually spoke to him. And he can’t believe he is talking about fucking buildings. They are marvelous but you are here and they cannot compare to you. 

“I know,” he said, his gaze heavy on you. “I know.”

“Alright?” 

Again. It sounded harsh.

“Anyways, um, I gotta go. I don’t want to miss the last Lightspeed Transport to Earth,” you said. Starting to walk away. “Nice talking to you. Goodnight.”

“Say something. Say something you stupid piece of shit. Say something. Anything. This is your chance. Take it. Say. Something. You idiot.”

“My name is Starscream!”

He yelled at the top of his lungs. He immediately looks away. Embarrassed. Not daring to look at you. Purely out of embarrassments. Are you scared of him now? 

“You are … fragile and small.”

“.... I know?”

He doesn’t know if he should simply shut up. To simply give up and let you go. But that’s not like him. 

“I shall escort you to the Speedlight Transport,” he said. “It’s late. You might need protection.”

“From stalking bots like you?” you ask sarcastically. “I recognized you from the club. Sorry, I didn’t tell you earlier.  I was just curious about you … you didn’t seem like you were enjoying yourself earlier. Thought you might I don’t know, might do something not safe and—”

Starscream couldn’t believe it. Were you … worried about him? A complete stranger? That’s why you approached him? Or was it a simple coincidence?

He let out a small laugh and looked away. The irony of all of this. It was stupid. 

“Is there something funny?”

“No, pardon me. I find it amusing that a little creature like yourself worries about someone 20 times your size. It's fascinating,” he said.  “As it is stupid.”

“Oh, well then! Sorry to bother you with my stupidity,” you immediately turned around and began to walk away from him. Faster this time. “I’ll make sure it never happens again!”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that—”

He walks towards you, a servo extending to stop you but then you face gim again. Your fierce gaze makes him stop on his tracks.

“Goodbye, Starscream.”

And you walk away. 

Leaving him alone with his very, very, very complicated feelings. 

He wants to fall to his knees and scream. But that would be humiliating. He will never do something like that for anyone. Especially a human. You should be obsessed with him and may be over time, he will accomplish just that. 

But for now, he will simply keep his thoughts to himself.

“She said my name!”

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A.N: ****Speedlight Transports are basically trains that go into a Spacebridge that takes humans instantly to Earth.

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RATCHET: If you don’t come this instant and talk to Optimus, I’ll genuinely go and grab you myself. I am not joking.

Receiving texts from Ratchet was a strange occurrence. It never happened unless something was seriously wrong. 

YOU: I have a lot of work. Sorry I haven’t visited. I have a lot of exams to grade and that takes lots of my time. I’ll make sure to text everyone I am doing fine! No Decepticons in my life. 

It wasn’t a complete lie. Being a teacher took a lot of your time. Reading essays, grading them, preparing books to read, making fun activities, buying supplies—

RATCHET: Oh, but you had time to INTERFACE WITH THE LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS?!!!”

You really can’t believe this is the first text you read during a Saturday morning but here you are. 

YOU: Interface?

You text back and pretend to play the fool as your eyes adjust to the sunlight coming from the window.

RATCHET: Do not play the fool. Optimus smelled like you for an entire week before I forced him to go to the washracks. 

YOU: … Ew? A whole week? I showered right after.

RATCHET: UGH DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? ITS A SIGN OF AFFECTION BETWEEN CYBERTRONIANS YOU DUMBASS! TO SHOW A BOT IS TAKEN AND—ACTUALLY WHATEVER JUST GET HERE. NOW.

You thought of the possibilities. 

Really, what could be worse? You could just hide for a couple of more weeks … months just to be safe. That way it gives Optimus time to forget about the whole situation and just laugh it off. 

RATCHET: I am not kidding, (Reader) I also need to take a few medical tests. I don’t know if transfluid is harmful to humans. 

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Before heading out to base, you texted Fowler to make sure Optimus wasn’t at the hangar. To your luck, he had just gone on an energon scouting mission. 

Your embarrassment was huge but you also didn’t want to die because of it. You thought that this could be easy. Just go, get tested by Ratchet and then call it a day. No need to see Optimus at all. 

“So, for how long did you two interface?”

But the questions, oh, the questions … You were not ready for that. 

“Are the questions really necessary?” you ask him as Ratchet draws out blood from your arm.

“Do you really think I want to be asking you this?”

Ratchet raises his voice and you realize that this is probably so embarrassing to him as it is to you.

The medical berth was uncomfortable. Large but ridge. Your back still hurts and you want to move. But moving wasn’t an option, especially when blood was coming out of your arm. 

“I um, I don’t know if I am being honest. I just remember Optimus asking if he ummm could overload inside and I told him he could do whatever he wanted,” you said so fast that you wished Ratchet didn’t hear you. But his expression of disgust tells you that he heard every single word.  

“By Primus,” Ratchet sighed as he took the needle out of your arm. “Look, you two did nothing wrong, I think … I just wished you two had thought about it better. There’s two possibilities. Either human bodies are compatible with Cybertronians or they are not. Both options can be complicated to treat.”

Ratchet was right. But the drinks were too much. The flirting and touches were something the two of you needed. It was just a one-night stand. That’s all it was. That’s all what it was supposed to be. You were embarrassed, yes, but you didn’t regret it.  You just hoped Optimus didn’t either.

“Did Optimus … regret it?” You ask as Ratchet gently placed a band-aid on your arm to stop the small bleeding. He was so gentle, you thought the act was very cute. “Did he tell you about it—”

“Regret? I’ve never seen that mech so happy before! He even cooked! He looked up recipes and asked the kids to help him prepare human food for you!” Ratchet keeps talking as he takes your blood sample and puts it inside a machine. A machine you didn't know what functioned for. 

“He made an entire feast and waited and waited but—”

Ratchet stops himself. He was talking too much. He didn’t want to cause you trouble nor hurt your feelings. But then he thinks about Optimus, about how sad he looked when you never showed up at the base. Nor the next day nor the following. Not even a text, nothing. You just decided to pretend nothing happened. 

“But? You ask. 

“But you never came,” he finally said. “That’s when I realized that maybe Optimus had gotten the wrong idea.”

With each word, it breaks your heart.

“He wants you … like seriously,” Ratchet says and then sighs. “I think he is just sad that you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I—”

But before you explain yourself, something beeped in Ratchet’s gigantic monitor screen.  

A camera comes on screen and there he is. 

Optimus had just arrived. 

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She’s beautiful enough that you were sure all the attention was toward her. 

But the more walked, the more you notice … The Cybertronians were looking at you. 

“Arcee, is it me or the cybertronians are gazing at me?”

You asked but when you turned your head to look at her, Arcee wasn’t there.

She was talking to Hot Rod of House Prime. 

That was your cue to get out.

You walked to the balcony. A place you knew would be quiet. 

It was a cold night. The metal against your body didn’t help to control the feeling.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t escape Orion. 

You saw him everywhere. In the stars and moon. His optics are brighter and more beautiful than any constellation in the universe. 

Orion … The hunter.

You wonder if he had chosen that name because of the constellation. 

“Optimus,” you sighed. It sounded weird to say his real name. It didn’t feel real. None of it. Did. 

“Prime?”

You turn to find a cybertronian.

Silver metal plating. His frame has dents and scratches all over. He was tall. Maybe taller than Orion. His presence was worthy and similar to a Prime. Elegant but threatening. His body was pointy and not very welcoming. 

“Uh?”

You sounded like an idiot but his beauty was to be marveled at. He must be a lord but you didn’t know him. 

Never seen him before in any other dance balls. Maybe he just got bestowed with the title.

“Prime? You are talking about Optimus Prime?” the stranger gets closer to you. 

The moonlight shines against his frame.

“No– I,” you stumbled with your words. Feeling ridiculous, mostly because of what you are wearing.  “Who are you?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he says. “I am more interested in why you so casually say a Prime’s name.”

You stare at him, not knowing what he was talking about. 

“Most will say ‘Lord’ first when talking about a Prime. You didn’t.”

Oh. He is one of those. Cybertronians who care too much about titles and proper names. He was probably old school. 

“Are you going to give me courtesy lessons now?”

“I am in no place to do so. Most know me for my lack of manners anyway,” he had a respectable distance from you. Looking down at the balcony he sees guests getting inside the castle.  

“But tell me, are you spark bonded to the Prime?”

“Absolutely not.” you say, the simple thought hurting you from the inside. The impossible dream.

“But you wish so?”

You were that obvious? 

Forming your hands into fists, you are thankful that he is not looking directly at you. At least to save you the embarrassment.

“I wish to be left alone.”

“No, you don’t” his purple optics finally look at you. Deep and cold. “If you wanted, you would have not dressed like that?”

You didn’t like his tone. His judging gaze. Was dressing in armor a ridiculous idea? Absolutely.

“Excuse me?” you turn to look at him, hoping that your stare was as deadly as his. “What do you mean by that?”

“You must forgive me but the armor?” he looks at you. Up and down before looking back at the balcony.  “The short skirt with metal linings in your legs?” 

“You are seeking attention.”

Dumbfounded, you slightly open your mouth. You can’t believe this Cybertronian is a lord. Who did he think he is? Doesn’t he know he is talking to nobility?

Probably not by the way you are dressed. But that still doesn't give him the right.

“No respectable lady would wear something like that in front of cybertronians,” he says. “Let me guess, your Lady fancies you and in a desperate attempt to make a good match for you, she made you wear an armor?”

“More like the contrary, I asked my Lady to give me an armor so no man or Cybertronian would dare cross me.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking a bit confused. 

“Then you must be more naive than I thought,” he gets closer to you and you back away unknowingly. “Tell me, which Lady do you serve?”

“Lady Arcee’s court.”

“Ah, Hot Rod and Springer’s … Romantic  interest.”

“Please put some respect in their names, say Lord.” 

He proceeds to look inside the court dance ball. 

It was a beautiful sight indeed. Beautiful dresses, people dancing, enchanting music. Yet, he wasn’t drawn to that kind of lifestyle. 

“Only men with a fragile ego get offended by not using titles,” he says. “I want to believe Hot Rod and Springer are man enough to not care.”

“And do you care my lord?” you ask, putting your hands on your arms. It was starting to get cold.  “Because so far you have not given me the impression of a real man.”

“I am not a man, I am a warrior,” he stands to the side. Becoming a barrier between you and the cold wind. You don’t know if he noticed that you were cold or did that unconsciously. 

 “I do not ask. I take. I do not negotiate. I conquer. I do not bow down to anyone. I rise,” he  didn’t say this in an intimidated manner. Rather just stating facts. “If my person is not of your liking, I simply do not care, my star.”

“That’s not proper language my Lord. It's my starness. Not my star. Maybe you do need some type of education after all.”

Just like males have terms such as ‘Lord’ and ‘Liege,’ females had ‘Lady’ and ‘Starness’

The only difference is who was saying them. Lord and Lady are titles used between nobles. Liege and Starness is for the lower class speaking to nobility. 

This lord was strange, he did not know proper titles nor how to use them. Making you believe that maybe he had just gained the title. 

Suddenly, you remember. You haven’t been using titles properly with him.

If you want to act like part of the lower class, you have to start speaking like it as well. Although you weren’t certain why you were hiding your nobility. Maybe, deep down and unconsciously, you like the liberty that came with low-birth class. Being someone new. Not forced to marry.  

“Ah of course! I should assume someone of your class would have prejudices against those who have less,” he says. “I apologize that my education does not reach your standards but you must understand that growing up, I had none.”

He moves  and starts to walk away. 

“Have a pleasant rest of your night.”

“Wait,” you say, against your better judgement. You wanted him to leave. Really. He was rude and strange. Yet, your manners wouldn't let you let him go.  He was a lord. Weird and off-putting but  a Lord. 

 “I apologize, my Lord. I should not have judged you based on your language. That was rude of me.”

He doesn’t turn around to look at you. You hope he simply nods and lets the whole situation go. Of course, you weren’t that lucky. 

“My Liege,” he said. “It’s my Liege. You are of low-birth aren’t you? This is the second time you call me  Lord.”

Finally he turns around. 

You could see him perfectly for the first time. 

By the moon, he was something else. Hard to put into words. He looked roughed. Not the handsome type. He looked like he had been through war. On the battlefield. You could see that. He was crazy enough to be.

Although he wasn’t appealing. He had other beautiful assets. His form was admirable. He looks strong. His stand is elegant. His purple eyes are quite gentle. 

He might really be the greatest representation of Cybertronian beauty in the most conventional ways. 

“You have offended me. If I wanted I could ask Lady Arcee for your head. But I wouldn’t want to start a war with her House.”

He walks towards you. 

“Ugh, I am so angry, I might call an army a slaughter and the entire village.”

“No! Are you insane?” the threat made you snap out of your trance.  “I won’t let you! I won’t!”

“And what can you do?” his purple eyes kept your gaze. So strongly, it made you nervous.  “What will you do?”

“I’ll—” you look away and say the first thing that comes to mind.  “I’ll fight you.”

He blinks a couple of times … before laughing. 

His life was not pleasant either but it still brought you joy. 

“I am joking. I would kill every single Prime first and then myself then to lay a servo on innocent civilians.”

His frame becomes more relaxed. His threatening aura no longer surrounds him.

“But you have courage,” he said.  “I respect that.”

Suddenly, he extends a servo toward you. Offering it. 

“I must assume Lady Arcee has taught you the art of dancing?”  he asked. “As an apology, please allow me to escort you to the dance floor.”

You wanted to refuse him. 

But you didn’t.

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As soon as they arrived at Starlight Castle, Orion took his place as Jazz’s escort. 

As your appointed Knight, Orion should be at your side. But you had dismissed him from his duties for the day. 

“Enjoy the night. I am aware you and Lord Jazz are friends. You should accompany him. I’ll be with Arcee. There’s no need for you to be with me.”

He didn’t like the tone of your voice when you said it. You sounded sad and defeated. He didn’t want to intrude. You always came to him whenever you were ready to talk. 

You’ve been acting differently. More of a drift. Quiet. More to yourself. Orion began to wonder if it was something he had done to insult you?

Of course he did. Had he forgotten so easily? 

He had saved Elizabeth instead of you. He failed his duty. He failed you. 

“Jazz,” Orion called his best friend who turned around to look at him.

They entered the castle, Orion was greeted by the servants as usual. He knew this place well. Jazz has been here before a couple of times. Everyone knew the friendship between the two was strong. 

“My lady likes dancing. If this is indeed my last night serving her … Could you please escort Lady Elizabeth on my behalf? I want to spend time with my Starness before Zeta comes and ends my knightship.”

Jazz stops walking in the middle of the stairs, making Orion do the same. There was a sassy smile on his friend’s faceplate.

“This is your last chance to spend some time with Lady Elizabeth before the Prime-ship is officially bestowed upon you and you decide to spend it with Lady (Reader)?” Jazz asks him. 

Tonight, Zeta will announce to everyone that Orion is next in line to become Prime. His knightly duties will be over. He no longer serves House Starlight and he won’t see Elizabeth again. Probably he would be betrothed to the Princess. Move to the capital to be with her. 

And all of this will just have been a dream. 

“Are you sure you are not in love with (Reader)?” 

Orion stays quiet and looks away. 

“Elizabeth is my one true love,” he says. “But I am sworn to my Starness. I vowed to the Moon and stars that I would be with her for all of eternity. To serve and protect her. I failed her once and I do not intend to fail her again.”

Jazz simply sighs and gives his friend a small pat on the shoulder plate.

“My friend … May the Universe work in your favor.”

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A/N: Guys …. I can’t do this anymore. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO WRITE AND NOT ENOUGH TIME. Y’all are welcome to make your own fanfics out of this btw because I don’t know when will be the next time I update. Mostly because I really want to finish writing The Darkest Hour. 

My idea for this fic was basically to have a plot twist.

So, Optimus finds out that Reader will be engaged to Megatron and he can’t allow that so …

Reader ends up marrying Optimus. 

Optimus starts to fall for Reader.

But Reader starts to fall for Megatron. 

But I am gonna change that if I find out I can’t properly develop it.  

Alright see ya until next time! BYEEEEEEE

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“I am not a fan of flirting with strangers either but I need to steal money some way or another or I won’t have food and I’ll die.”

He rolls his optics, he knows there’s some truth to your words. Yet there’s still annoyance in his faceplate.

“You humans are so …vulnerable. I can’t believe you have to refuel everyday,” he said. “Such a nuisance.”

“And you guys started a war that destroyed your entire planet ,so tell me, who’s the real nuisance?”

Starscream stands up. As tall as the trees covering the entire area. He is trying to intimidate you but you know better than him that he cannot harm you. 

“You insolent little shit! I would stomp on you if I could!”

Your legs finally give up and you fall to the ground, welcoming the grass underneath you. 

Starscream immediately bends down to look at you. His face is closer to you to inspect you. His expression went from annoyance to concern.

Of course he was worried. He needed you alive so MECH kept part of their deal.

“After this is done, I’ll let you stomp on me.”

You walked for days. With no food or water except from the times it rained. You should be chugging the water bottles that you bought at the gas station. You should be eating those chips and hot gods. But your body gave up on you. Too exhausted, your eyes shut down. 

The Autobots had taken the Nemesis. Looking for you. Optimus still believes you are on their side.

It would have been easy to move and hide if Starscream had an automobile form. But he has flight. Planes are too bold. Easy to detect. Especially by the government and the Autobots had their full support.

“Human … are you unwell?”

For a giant robot, he sounds too preoccupied for your well-being. But that’s hopeful thinking. Maybe that is what you want. 

It's been a couple of months since you had been in Starscream’s care. There were months in which you believed he had more kinder feelings towards you. But he always proved you wrong. Again and again. 

“Hey Star, if I don’t make it out of this one … don’t cry too much for me alright?”

But of course, that didn’t stop you from teasing him. 

Starscream vents loudly.

“I’ll dance in your grave.”

You smiled as sleep overtook you. 

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Starscream began to panic when you didn’t open your eyes. 

It happened way too fast.

You and him had continued the path to the Decepticon meet-up destination. 

But he was intercepted by the human military. 

Maybe they didn’t see you. Maybe they did and didn’t care.

Artillery, grenades and bombs. 

He protected you from each one of them.

But he was the problem. 

He held you inside his servo thinking he was protecting you. 

But when he felt that you weren’t moving at all, he looked at you. Unresponsive. 

And then, it started to rain.

Optimus Prime had arrived late. But he stopped the military from attacking him and you.

“(Y/N)?” Starscream calls your name softly. “(Y/N)!.”

But you didn’t move. You breathe slowly. 

And he felt your heart. Weakly beating. He feels it. How your life leaves your body. 

“PRIME!” He screams so loud that he felt his voicebox ripped. “Help her! Please, help her!”

Optimus retracted his battle mask and ran towards him. 

When he reached him, Starscream gently handed you over to him. 

It was a brief moment but Starscream saw the Prime’s face crumble before regaining composure. 

Optimus was better at that. He acts on feelings and Optimus on rational thoughts. 

He would burn and kill every single human if something happened to you. 

Optimus would call one of his subordinates and ask them to take you to the place where humans repair other humans. 

And he did. 

He watched the Prime gently place you inside the yellow scout. His kindness towards you pains him in his spark.

He thought of all the times when he could have been kinder to you. Those moments flooded through his processor. The first time he met you. The first time he held you in his servo. The first flight together. The talks. The long talks. 

Starscream should let you go. 

This should be the last time he sees you. He only brings you pain. Only suffering. He should do it. He shouldn’t care.       

But then again … That’s something a good guy would do. 

And he is absolutely not one. 

Starscream didn’t hesitate. He took fast paced steps before his rhythm became imprudent. 

He has to see you. He doesn’t care about the humans surrounding him, ready to shoot. He might kill them all. Just step on them like the insignificant creatures they are.

He will do anything to get to you. 

Even fight the Prime in front of him.

“Starscream,” Optimus called his name. “It's over.” 

It started to rain. 

And the only thing separating him from you was the Prime. Pointing his gun at him.

“You will never hurt her again.”

The words escaping from the Optimus’ intake infuriated him. He knew nothing. Optimus probably thinks he was the better choice. As if he was the one for you. Maybe he was. 

Another good reason to fight him, to win you over.

He wanted to. Starscream really did. 

But he would not win. His best option would be to fly away. The only thing? He doesn’t have much energon left. 

“I want to see her.”

“I’ll let you say your goodbyes if you comply with us,” Optimus said.

His blue optics shine even brighter now that the cloudy skies cover the sunlight.

Optimus Prime  was terrifying. 

The Decepticons were proud at heart. They are not supposed to show fear. 

But the story of the Primes was still heard among their ranks. The undefeated. The strong. The slayer. The chosen one. 

Everyone feared him. Just as much as they respected him.

And the worst thing of all? Starscream was jealous.

Because he was who he wanted to be.

Instead he is petty. A coward. Arrogant. Self-absord. 

And even worse? The Prime had your favor. 

Optimus knows that.

“Goodbyes?” Starscreams walks toward Optimus. Not really caring about his pedes getting dirty. A first for him. “I think you are misunderstanding. I wish to keep seeing her.”

“I am afraid that’s not an option anymore. You have brought harm to her. I will not let you hurt her anymore.”

“I am Conjuxed to her.”

Even when there was rain. The silence could be heard. 

Optimus’ shocked face brought satisfaction to Starscream. At least he could have that.

“She doesn't know… But we completed the Conjux Ritual.”

That’s not a lie. He didn't know it either. When the last act of devotion was completed, he felt it on his spark. 

He went crazy about it. He couldn’t believe it. He didn’t want to. How could he be conjuxed to a human? 

But then again … How couldn’t he? 

When you showed him kindness even when he didn’t deserve it? 

When you were strong at your lowest? When you … simply made him happy by existing.

 “I am bonded to her as she is to me.”

“No,” the Prime slowly shakes his head. “No. That’s not—”

“You are too late Prime,” there was venom in Starscream’s voice. “You have to let me stay by her side.”

He is finally face to face with Optimus. 

“You know what happens to Conjuxes when they don’t have the other, right?”

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It was hard to breathe. 

Your lungs feel on fire. 

Your vision is blurry and things did not make sense in your head.

Ugh. You hated hospitals.

“(Reader)?”

You look to the side only to find June. 

Her preoccupied face told you everything you needed to know.

“How much time do I have left?”

June sigh. Even at moments like this you still had a sense of humor.

“The fumes used in the battle field were extremely toxic. Your body couldn’t take it and you fainted.”

Still feeling dizzy, you try to straighten up in bed. June helped you as she puts a pillow behind your back. 

Nothing except your lungs hurt. That and a few bruises in your body but nothing that you couldn’t handle.

“Starscream?” you asked impulsively. He was the first thing to come to mind when you had one moment of clarity.

“Under military custody. He won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”

Immediately, you put a hand on your chest. Trying to look at the necklace Starscream had given you. Well kind of.

He just threw it your way one day. You saw it and thought it was pretty and made it yours. Never took it off since, it just felt right. 

You focused on the window. Trying to look for the red and blue truck that you missed deeply. 

Maybe, you can talk to him. Explain to him that Starscream wasn’t so bad at ball. 

You agree that he should pay for the crimes he has done before. But you don’t want him to be in a jail cell for the rest of his life and that could be a very long time. You didn’t wish that for him.

“Where is my necklace?” You ask June as you didn’t feel it hanging in your neck.

“Ratchet took it. He said it was some sort of Cybertronian tracking system.”

You turn to look at June. You almost want to laugh at the irony. A GPS system? Is that what Starscream had given you? Maybe, after all, you really were just a pet to him.

“And Optimus?”

“Ratchet forced him to go to the base. Optimus refused to leave the hospital so he was low on Energon. He didn’t want to leave but Ratchet told him that he was going to put you in medical isolation so no one could see you, just medical staff.”

A small smile formed in your lips. You missed him. He must have been worried. 

Before your entire body told you to get back to Starscream.

But now your mind was telling you to stay. Even if everything was a lie. 

“I want to rest,” you told June as you wrapped the white blanket around you. “Thank you for everything June.”

“Of course, don’t worry. Rest.”

June left as you closed your eyes.

For now, you’ll continue to lie.

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Starscream had his servos tied in the back by using Cybertronian technology. 

It was according to the agreement. He would surrender if Prime allowed him to see you. 

He was in a military base. Along with the other soldiers surrounding him. 

He was waiting anxiously to hear news about you. He needed to know if you were safe. If you had made it out. The only thing calming him was the connection he had with you. 

The bond. 

But he couldn’t feel you. 

Someone must have removed the necklace he gave you. 

The idea … He didn’t like it. There was no reason why someone would take it. Maybe a medical procedure had to be done to you.

And thought of your body being cut open. 

He had seen it before on television.

The way red liquid comes out of the human body. The skin is stretching and moving.

He can’t imagine that happening to you. 

Before his processor can think of that … The Autobot doctor arrives.

Holding the necklace he had made with his own plating.

  His spark begins to feel heavy. 

Why was he here? Where is Optimus?

“She didn’t make it,” Ratchet lied. “While she was inside your servo … She hit her head and had internal bleeding. She died in the hospital.”

Starscream tilted his helm. Not understanding the words of the medic. Death and you. That didn’t make sense. 

“What?” Starscream takes a few steps towards Ratchet. All soldiers made sure he didn’t cross the line. “Where is Prime? I want to talk to him. He needs to do his part of the deal.”

But Ratchet stays quiet. He looks away.

“Why do you think he is not here? Optimus, he— He is too—- He didn’t take the news well. He disappeared. We don’t know when he’ll be back.”

Starscream simply stayed quiet for a few seconds.

 “I want to see her. Now,” he said.

“We’ll make preparations so you can say your goodbyes,” Ratchet extended a servo, showing Starscream the necklace he had given you. It represented the bond he had with you. 

He couldn’t hold it. But he knew it was his. But the bright plating had now become null. Opaque. Meaning one thing. Its user did not longer exist.

“Even I can’t deny a grieving Conjunx. I am sorry, Starscream.”

The medic closed his servo, enveloping the Conjunx gift with his metal fingers. 

He walks away as he feels red optics pierce his back.

“No, you are lying,” Starscream said as he tried to move. But he quickly fell to his knees. His servos still ties behind his back. His pedes tied up together. 

This can’t be happening.

No. It can’t. 

It must be a lie. They are all lying.

He needs to see you. Now. He needs you. Now. Now. Now

“Where is she?!”

Starscream’s voice was so loud, everyone heard when his voice box almost ripped due to the intensity of it. 

“Where is she?!”

The star screamed again and again. 

And no one in the universe heard him. 

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A/N: …. Many mistakes. Won’t revise.