The Darkest Hour

The caretaker turns around to find Megatron looking down at them. 

“Oh, hey,” they said. “Do you need something? A bath or energon?”

Megatron massed displaced and began walking next to his caretaker. 

“I believe something is bothering you … I seek to help.”

Caretaker 1 smiled to themselves. Megatron, somehow always knew how they were feeling. 

“Can I trust you with something but you promise not to tell anyone?”

“You may kill me if I dare speak a word.”

Always so dramatic but he meant it. 

“Kup’s caretaker passed away six months ago—”

“Passed?”

“Died,” Caretaker 1 corrected, forgetting that sometimes humans use words Cybertronians may not understand. “Kup’s caretaker died six months ago and our boss told us to not tell him. But the rest of the caretakers feel bad about him waiting for them … And I don’t know I think we should—”

Looking up Caretaker 1 saw Megatron’s face completely changed. There was an expression of terror, confusion and … 

“Are you alright?” Caretaker 1 asked.

“Yes, apologies,” Megatron said. “I sometimes tend to forget the short lives your kind has … But I assure you. Kup must know already.”

“He knows?”

“When a conjunx dies, we simply know it in our Spark,” Megatron touches his chestplate while looking at his caretaker. “I think Kup is simply … Waiting.”

“For what?”

“For them.”

Caretaker 1 looks away. 

Megatrom hears small sobs coming from his caretaker. He reaches out a servo but then retracts it. Not knowing how to reach nor how to comfort. He feels helpless and like an idiot. How can he expect to be a good Conjunx when he can’t even help to clean your tears.

“Will he ever be able to move on? Is there a way we maybe can bring him someone new—”

“That would be disrespectful, an insult to the eternal feelings Cybertronians share for their conjunx,” he said. “However … I do agree that grief should be shared and not something that should be treated alone.”

Cleaning the tears away, the caretaker turns around to face Megatron, still embarrassed to show such vulnerability in front of him.

They didn’t want to be his conjunx. They think. It's all confusing. So many feelings. So overwhelming. It's better to simply run away. 

“I’ll talk to Prime and see if we can come to temporary  peace terms … At least to show resilience for a grieving mech.”

“You won’t be like that, right? When I die—”

“You won’t,” Megatron said in a way he had never expressed before.  “I won’t allow anyone or anything to take you from me. I'll fight death itself if I must. I’ll fight whatever gods your people believe in and I’ll make this Universe my enemy if I have to.”

The caretaker couldn’t hide their blush. Every word Megatron said, he meant it. Caretaker 1 knew that it was impossible. Death was imminent. Yet, Megatron said it with such confidence and no hesitation that it made them believe it. That somehow he would bring you back to him. To be with him forever. 

“I know I haven’t claimed you and I am aware we haven’t conducted any of the conjunx rituals but I need to do something first,” He said. “You belong to me. Just as I do to you.”

Gently he got closer to his Caretaker and pressed them against his chassis. Feeling their warmth and their beating heart against his spark is what he called pure bliss.

“Just wait for me.”

The days followed.

Megatron and Optimus accompanied Kup in his ‘waiting’ 

None of the Caretaker ever knew if they talked or if they simply shared a comfortable silence. 

It simply was. 

As more time passed, more bots accompanied Kup. On top of that hill. Everyday for a couple of hours, every bot in the facility sat next to each other. In resilience, in grief. 

And one day, Kup never returned. 

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“Being paralyzed from robot-cock is not the same as being permanently paralyzed from the waist down you dumb hoe!”

Mirage’s caretaker, number 17, sat on the floor. MECH had taken their wheelchair. Soundwave’s caretaker, number 69, due to their stupidity,  annoyed number 17. 

“And what do you know about being paralyzed?” Caretaker 69 asked. “Let me guess, your legs stopped working after being in your knees for so long sucking on Mirage’s spike!”

Caretaker number 1 had just woken up from a nap. Rubbing an eye, they noticed that MECH had placed the Sparked and non-sparked Caretakers in two different cages. But in the same room.

“I had spinal cord damage at 15!” Mirage’s caretaker said. “I am on a wheel chair all the time!”

“Oh, I thought Mirage simply had you on your knees 24/7 or that you were just too lazy to walk,”  Caretaker 69  said then pointed to another caretaker on the ‘Sparked Cage.’

“At least you like to talk, not like that one over there always making signs.”

“They are deaf!”

Caretaker 1, can’t believe Soundwave’s caretaker ain’t sparked.

“Oh, is that why Hot Rot was taking those ASL classes with us?”

Hot Rod’s Caretaker, number 71, signed while looking straight at 69.

“What are they saying now?” Caretaker 69 asked.

“I’ll fuck you up.” Mirage’s caretaker said.

“Sorry, I am taken. My bot will get mad and I don’t know, I’ll be telling Hot Rod about this too. That’s cheating.”

Caretaker 1 decided to no longer pay attention to their conversation.  Next to them, Optimus’ caretaker sat on a corner. Looking more tired than usual. It looked like they had difficult breathing and stomach pain. At least for the way they held into their belly.

“Are you alright?” Asked caretaker 1. “You don’t seem well.”

Optimus' caretaker hesitated. Standing up straight, they nodded in approval. 

“Yeah the pain comes and goes,” Caretaker 100 said. “Is there a problem?”

Caretaker 1 didn’t want to be privy and decided to let go of the topic to talk about something completely different.”

“Their cage is different from ours … but why?”

“Because they are sparked? They need protection,” Caretaker 100 kept looking at the other cage. Trying to take a better look at it.

Unlike the cage they were in, the ‘Sparked’ cage was made with glass. Nothing could be heard from their side. There was a bright light above them, almost blinding. 

“From who? As far as they know, not one knows about this place. Not even our bots so why the extra security? If they really wanted to protect them they would have moved them far away. To another facility or anywhere but with us.”

Megatron’s caretaker kept thinking. If there was one thing they learned from megatron is that there’s always more than meets the eye.

“There was no need for them to destroy our Conjunx gifts … Our bots can’t find us unless we wear them.”

Caretaker 1 remembers seeing some scientists destroy the gifts. But from their knowledge, Conjunx gifts were indestructible. Made with the plating of a Cybertronian.

“Its hard to explain … it just hurt.”

That’s what Starscream’s caretaker had said.

But why did it hurt? Was it because it severed the bond? Or because it directly hurt the bot?

“They were testing it … They are hiding something, something that could hurt our bots.”

They weren’t making much sense and Caretaker 1 knows that.  But they couldn’t stop thinking right now, it might be a delusion but a very good one indeed.

“They knew that we would try to contact them,” they said. “Of course… It was so easy.”

Caretaker 1 turns to look at Caretaker 100 who by the looks of it, they actually understood what Megatron’s caretaker was trying to convey. 

“And now, they are just… Waiting.”

Caretaker feels their hands shake. Might be because they are scared or just overwhelmed. 

“It's a trap.”

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A/N: This is taking long because:

There are certain topics I want to explore before I conclude the story

Its har …  Very hard to write in 3rd POV while using they/pronouns and the caretakers not having names. I have to keep it very simply so its not confusion.

Its hard to keep up with the caretaker’s numbers … I should probably make a list.

I want to write other stuff and seriously continue with my other fics.

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It was a total joy for everyone when Ratchet had finally arrived on Earth. He has been on stasis mode for a long time and it wasn’t only until a few months ago that the team found him. During a scouting mission in the Amazon rainforest.

It was you who actually found him. Even when Prime didn’t want to risk venturing too deep into the jungle.

You had a ‘hunch’ or whatever humans called it. 

And that’s when you found his stasis pod. 

Now the group had a medic and most importantly, a friend. 

One that was clearly not ok with the current situation. He could tell that his old friend was upset by something. Or by someone, rather. 

“I heard that you were part of some rather … interesting conflict,” Ratchet said “Would you care to share the details?”

“Nothing of importance.”

Optimus heavily sighed as he walked through the room. Pretending to care for any of Ratchet’s experiments. He looked focused but Ratchet knows his better than that. 

The Prime might be a leader. But science? That bot doesn’t even know what H2O stands for.

Ratchet waited for a few seconds.

“Just someone who’s unable to perform their job.”

Ah, yes, so he did want to talk.

“Does this person not have the experience or the skill?”

“She possesses incredible military knowledge. She’s agile and strong. She’s a natural leader but also knows when to follow. She’s smart and even when situations get complicated she knows how to act.”

Ratchet stayed quiet for a bit longer.

“But most importantly. I believe she’s one of the kindest creatures I’ve known.”

The medic glanced at him and noticed how Prime’s servo formed into a fist just to let go. He looked relaxed. That’s not something he sees often in him.

“Then, it seems like the problem is not her but within.” 

Ratchet walked towards him and placed an energon cup next to him.

“Maybe the reason why you were so angry is not because she lacks skills but because she made you feel scared?”

“I was simply … preoccupied with Bee’s well-being,” Optimus grabbed the energon and retracted his battle mask to drink it. 

“Oh, yes, Bee’s well-being,” the medic pretended to look over his experiments. But in reality he wanted to get closer to him just to read his mannerisms better.

 “And that’s why, when you returned from your mission, you immediately went to check on (Reader)’s status first?” 

“I-I had to check on her health and reprimand her for her careless actions.”

“Careless actions that made you worry for her?” Currently, he worked on a synthetic energon project. The humans had given them all of the resources they had at his disposal. Even when Earth was rich in energon, it did take a lot of ‘money’ from the humans to mine raw energon. Therefore, they supported his project which would ensure a cheaper option in the long run. 

But in his research, he analyzed more than just chemicals. But he noticed the way an old friend would interact with a certain human. 

 “An extreme fear perhaps? When the commander told you she was injured … You thought of the worst, didn’t you? You thought you were going to lose her and that’s the worst kind of fear, isn't it?”

“Its not that.”

“Then maybe, it's because she’s enticing other feelings that have made you act irrationally?” 

“Ratchet, whatever you are implying,” Optimus said. “No.”

“I am not implying anything,” Ratchet walked around the lab table as Optimus turned around to face him. 

“I am simply stating the facts. If that happens to bother you then maybe it is because that’s the truth you don’t want to see.”

“There’s nothing to see.”

“Deception, Optimus?” Ratchet asked. “I thought you weren’t fond of the concept.”

“Ratchet, please, do not make this more complicated than it already is.”

“I think it's you who’s complicating things,” Ratchet grabbed a test tube with blue liquid and mixed it in a cylinder with water. Nothing was going to happen but he just wanted to pretend to be doing something while talking to the Prime.

 “You know, Cybertronians are familiar with interspecies relationships. It's not uncommon in our culture—”

“Ratchet … No.”

“No, what?” The medic looked at Optimus. 

“You know.” 

“No, I don’t.”

Optimus sighed heavily. 

“Sometimes, you are impossible to talk to.”

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“Tragically for you, I am not his pet,” you told the ‘Decepticon’ or whatever the name of his faction was. “If I were, he would at least care more for me … but he simply hates me.”

This was your current circumstance. 

You had a storm off from the base without really thinking things through. 

With a broken arm, you couldn’t drive. Well, maybe you could … but it would be dangerous. Taking a taxi was the second best option but you wanted to walk and have some time to think. 

The subway it was then. The dirty, ugly, subway. You headed that way, trying to look for the closet entry. 

Until a police car stopped right next to you. 

A handsome cop greeted you and asked if you were alright. After all, it was raining and you had an arm cast. He asked if I needed a ride home.

And tragically you were weak against handsome men.

Now you are here. Trapped and at the mercy of Barricade. What does he want? Not sure. He mentioned someone named Megatron. You made a mental note to remember that name. You knew the Autobots must know more. You could ask them, if you get out of this one alive.

“Stop lying. I’ve been watching from a far. Prime favors you.”

“Believe me, if he did, I would know.”

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“So, how long do you think it's going to take for Optimus to realize he likes (Reader)?”

“Wait, Cybertronians can like humans?”

Noah stared at his work partner, Mirage. 

“Yes? I thought you knew this?” Mirage said. “Interspecies relationships used to be pretty common back in Cybertron.”

“Well, for humans it's not,” Noah stretched out his arms, letting out a big sigh of exhaustion after a long shift. “If the boss-bot actually likes (Reader) , which I doubt, he is in for a heartbreak.”

“Are you certain about that? I mean, isn’t there like a possibility that a human and a Cybertronian may get … ya know? Together?” 

Deep down Mirage was looking for a very specific answer. Anything that could give him a little bit of hope. Just a tiny bit to feed into his stupid little fantasies. 

“Well, maybe,” Noah said as he and Mirage exited the secret base with a warehouse facade. “But I still think there’s not way Optimus—”

Suddenly, Noah’s phone rings.

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As quickly as they had gotten out of the base, they came back inside to find Optimus. 

He was at Ratchet’s lab and the Prime looked rather upset talking to the medic. 

“Sorry, to interrupt but I just received a call from a guy called ‘Barricade’ and—” Noah started but Mirage interrupted.

“A ‘Decepticon’ kidnapped (Reader) and we have to meet him in an hour or he’s gonna kill her.” 

Noah turned to look at Mirage who looked at him back.

“What? That’s what he said.”

Noah sighed and looked back at the two older mechs.

“Anyways, I thinking we should plan this out first before we go—”

“Send me  coordinates.”

Optimus interrupted and Noah was getting tired of getting interrupted. But before he could complain, he noticed Optimus’ sudden change of demeanor. 

Noah might not know a lot about Cybertronians nor how they expressed feelings. But he knows about human feelings and what he saw right now in the Prime’s face was … Fear. For  just a mili-second. 

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“You know, it's impossible not to like him,” You talk. Mostly for survival but also because you wanted to talk. And this Barricade guy seems like he doesn’t have much to do either way. “He is a natural leader. The way he talks … There’s an elegance to him and he might be stubborn and angry all the time but … he can be gentle too.”

“Ugh, I do not want to hear about human feelings … It's disgusting!”

He says it's disgusting and yet he is paying attention. 

You look around. The abandoned warehouse smelled like powder. Trying to move your hand, you realize that you can’t really escape. Unless you plan to break another bone besides the one you broke today. 

Even if you wanted to break your wrist all of that requires strength and all of this was exhausting. 

You could barely keep your eyes open. You had gone on a mission about 12 hours ago, broken an arm and now kidnaped. 

“Do Cybertronians not have feelings?” you ask, you know someone would come for you. Prime? Nah. Someone, anyone but him. 

“We do but the way we feel is beyond human comprehension.”

“You know what, I would normally say that kind of statement sounds like a ‘god complex’ … but you have lived for millions of years and evolved in ways humans never will … Maybe you are right.”

Your mind went to Optimus. Maybe that was it. You just didn’t understand him. He saw and experienced things differently. 

You can’t imagine being on a foreign planet. With no way home. He only has his team. The most important thing to him. 

And you had put them in danger. 

“Maybe, I really just don’t understand,” you say almost in a whisper. “I thought I understood Optimus but maybe I don’t.”

“The Prime wasn’t always as stoic as you may know him now.”

The fact that Barricade was talking to you still surprised you but you didn’t mind. He sat down next to you. Still massive in comparison but he was tired of waiting as well. 

“Tale has it he used to be a naive clerk. I don’t know much about the story. But the Prime was stupid before he received the Matrix of Leadership.”

“Does the Matrix automatically make you a stern and angry leader?”

“It made him vile.”

There was no hate in his voice. No. It was … fear. They didn’t have eyes but ‘optics’ and they were expressive. This was new to you. You knew Optimus could be intimidated at times. He was strong and aggressive at times but it was all to protect and defend what’s right. 

But Barricade’s expression was not of simply being ‘scared’ it was about the past. Memories of wars. Of atrocities that might have been committed by the Prime. 

Terror. 

“Uh?”

Stupidly, you questioned him. Not because you didn’t believe him. After all, you knew Optimus had an interesting past. One you did not know about. It was rather out of surprise from his expression. 

“Did he tell you the reason for the fall of Cybertron?”Barricade asks even when he already knows the answer.  “Because he preferred to throw away the All-Spark, our life source, into deep space … before letting us protect it.”

You didn’t want to believe everything he said. But his expression and tone of voice made it difficult not to.

“He preferred for everyone to die than to lose a battle … I hope that says enough about him,” Barricade doesn’t look away. Instead he looks far into the distance as he reminisces about his past. As if he wished something or someone would simply show up. Someone he recognizes, some type of ally in this foreign world. 

Ugh, you really gotta stop sympathizing with evil robots.

“There was to be more than that.” 

“Well that is the truth, whether you want to believe it or not … it's up to you.”

“Just like how I am supposed to believe you guys feel in a way beyond my comprehension?”

You decided to go back to the topic of feelings. Something not so … gloomy. 

“Exactly.”

“Barricade, do you know what love is?” you ask him, trying to move a little in your very uncomfortable seat.  “Just curious.”

“Love doesn’t exist in Cybertron. At least not in the way humans feel it.” he says, looking more comfortable than before.  “We have a word that may be compared to it however.”

He talks in his language. Cybertronian. To you it sounds like gibberish. To him it means more.

“What does that mean?”

“There’s no direct translation. No human word in your language or any language ever created in your world can express what it means … You have to feel it, to understand it.”

Cybertronian culture was always interesting to learn. You knew the basics from what the

Autobots have told you about. But younger bots, Mirage, Bumblebee, Arcee, were all born into the war. They never really got the opportunity to see Cybertron during its ‘golden age’

There was Ratchet who knew more but he always seemed too busy to talk. That leaves Optimus as your only source of information … and it was extremely difficult to talk to him.

“If I fall in love with a Cybertronian, will I understand?”

“Maybe,” he says.  “Ask Prime. He was once in love too.”

Oh.

“...Alright, now you gotta tell me everything you know.” 

“I don’t know much,” Barricade looks up in a thinking manner. “I just know her name was Elita-One … Shockwave killed her.”

“Oh.”

That explains so much. 

A few seconds passed in which I thought about everything. 

Maybe Optimus was right. He had a reason to worry. To be afraid. He has already lost someone dear to him. He can’t afford to lose someone else. He is overly protective but you understand where he is coming from. 

Oh, your poor Optimus. You wished he was here. To apologize and to simply be there for his pain. 

He had called you an idiot, a great offense to you. But now looking back at it, maybe you deserved it. You shouldn’t make your decisions so lightly. Not with something so precious to him. 

 “It must be hard, right? If you guys feel so much … Then it means you also grieve beyond comprehension, right?”

Silence. 

And then he speaks.

“Indeed.”  

You look at him then you look away. Waiting for someone who you know its not going to show up. 

And suddenly …

“You can go.”

“What?”

“Just go. You were right,” Barricade, easily breaks the chains in your other hand without harming you. “He would’ve been here by now if he cared.”

“Told you,” you say, feeling happier than expected. “Also would you mind giving me a ride home?”

“Don’t push it,” Barricade looks down at you. “ We are not friends.”

But you knew you had already won him over.

“Please?”

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“I already said sorry alright! That Decepticon was saying crazy ass numbers and I couldn’t get the coordinates properly!

Noah was in the passenger seat, inside Mirage. Looking desperate to not get in trouble with the Prime.

To say that Optimus was angry was an understatement. That mech had gone mad. 

Driving through the streets looking for you. 

But there was no hint. Nothing. 

Noah thought he had the correct place but the messed up coordinates only took them to a park. 

“Calm down Prime! Noah is trying his best!” Mirage had to step in and defend his human. “(Reader) is strong! She’ll be fine! We’ll find her and you’ll get to confess and all that!” 

“Confess exactly what, Mirage?”

Optimus inquired as he drove through the streets of New York at a speed that shouldn't be possible for a truck.

“You know exactly what I mean—”

Noah’s phone rings and he immediately picks up. 

“Is it him? Is it the Decepticon?!”

Optimus asked, getting way too close to Mirage. Till the point he thought he might scratch his paint. To simply be able to hear the conversation.

“No, wait!”

Noah's face went from worried to confused. To be even more confused … To surprised.

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You lay in bed carefully.

Five in the morning. Just 12 hours ago you were inside a building that was falling apart and saving civilians from a fire. Hours later you were captured by a ‘Decepticon’ and you had a broken arm. 

You wished you had the strength to shower but simply getting out of your clothes was a difficult task. 

Instead you opted for simply getting your pants off and calling it a day. 

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes.  A few seconds later, you feel sleep take over you.

Until bright lights appeared coming from outside your window. Then you heard transforming sounds. 

You turn to face your window only to find a mass-displaced Optimus Prime opening your window and coming inside your room. 

You really couldn’t do this. Not right now. You simply wanted to sleep, not have a scolding from the great Optimus Prime. 

“(Reader)” Optimus started. “Are you alright?”

His voice was …. Unusually gentle. 

You sit on your bed, trying to be as careful as possible with your broken arm. 

“I-I am fine,” you say. “I-um, kinda talked my way out of it.”

“Who was it?”

“His name was Barricade.”

Optimus sits on the floor. His back lays against your bed’s frame. He doesn’t say a word. He simply stays quiet and his silence seems like an invitation to join him. 

Carefully and standing from the bed, you made your way towards him. Sitting on the cold floor next to him. 

This is the first time you have ever been this close to him. You could see every scratch and wire. His metal, some parts looking softer than others. And even lights. His bright blue optics. 

“... I see.”

Optimus says, breaking the silence. 

“Noah said you convinced him to let you go.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘convenience’ … more like just talk.”

This was a strange conversation. Optimus didn’t feel like Optimus. He wasn’t looking at you nor trying to scold you. 

It's as if he was restraining yourself from doing or telling you something.

“Are–are you alright?”

“Yes, I am simply surprised you were able to talk to Barricade and come out of it alive.”

“He even gave me a ride home!”

The prime sighed heavily. Looking stressed. 

“Of course … Only you are able to achieve something like that.”

Silence again.

You wanted to say something but the silence was nice. 

It was nice to see Optimus like this. Under the moonlight. His plating shines, his expression is gentle and you could hear the soft rumbling of his engines. 

His trembling servos … That he tried to hide.

He looks away. Looking outside the window. 

“Apologies, but your scent is bothering me.”

“Ah, yes, sorry I didn’t shower. I am too tired—”

“No, your natural scent is fine,” he says. “But I can smell Barricade’s scent on you.”

You really don’t know how to interpret that. Does it bother him because he is an Autobot and Barricade a Decepticon?

“And … You are showing skin.”

You look down at your legs. 

You are wearing very unflattering underwear, the type that look more like shorts. But you didn’t see how that was a problem to him.

“And that’s a problem … because?”

You look at him.

His optics had an expression to him that you had never seen before. Was he angry? Afraid? … Longing? 

“I was … terrified,” Opimus gets closer to you. “You went on a mission and got hurt. Then right after you get captured by Barricade, a dangerous Decepticon … And I felt so helpless.”

His faceplate is close. Yet, you don’t mind. 

“And you are here now. Right in front of me. Wearing the scent of another mech. And you expect me to not want?”

This definitely wasn’t like him. 

Your heart begins to beat faster. Your mind couldn’t process the moment. Beginning to feel things that were not unknown … but different. You took a deep breath and held it in. Unaware of so many things. You and him. 

You couldn’t believe there was even such a concept. 

“I need you close to me,” he says. “I need you.”

“Optimus, I—”

He kisses you. 

First, gently. With such tenderness you have never felt before. He was careful to not touch your broken arm. 

His servos cupped your face, making you get closer to him. 

Even when he was mass-displaced, He was still big compared to the average human. His metal lips were softer than you expected but you couldn’t fight against them. You didn't want to as they completely overtook over your lips. 

And as surprised as you were … you kissed him back. More vehemently. Passionately. 

From your face, his servos moved down your waste, moving under your blouse and touching your skin. 

His fingertips learning and memorizing each and every inch of your body. 

Soft.

He gently placed you against the floor, his body on top of yours covering you completely. 

You wanted more. 

He needed more. 

His servo then laid in your breasts and you let out a gentle moan. 

“Optimus,” you whisper in between in your kiss. 

The Prime breaks the kiss to take a look at his art. 

Underneath him, you let out heavy breaths. Your heart beating faster. Pink cheeks and red lips swollen from sharing so much passion. 

Primus, he needed more. He wants you. Craves you. To get rid of Barricade’s scent on you and claim you. Fully, thoroughly. 

To love you, freely.

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A/N: The ending was meh but I didn’t know how to finish it. 

Originally, I wanted them to have sloppy and intense sex but I think reader’s room is too small for that. And Optimus would rev his engines so hard that it would be impossible to not wake up her neighbors in her apartment complex. 

Also it would be hard with a  broken arm. 

In my other story they were gonna have crazy sex in Peru next to the waterfalls cause Optimus sounds would be subsided by the sound of running water. 

Anyways, I hope this is somewhat what you wanted.

If I were to write more of this, I think Optimus and Reader wouldn’t get into a relationship but simply more of a casual thing until one of them gets feelings causing them to end the situationship … Reader probably.

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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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