"Redamancy" Megatron x Fem. Reader x Optimus Chapter 5
Redamancy is a rare, poetic noun that means the act of loving someone who loves you back - a love that is fully reciprocated or requited.
Story summary:
He wants her.
He loves her.
But she is not his. She belongs to his rival, she loves Optimus Prime, not him.
But he is determined. He will make her fall in love with him and steal her away from Optimus.
Story tags: Enemies to lovers, love triangle, soulmates, implied smut, spicy scenes, no full smut scenes, rape/non-con elements, fluff, lots of angst, violence, kidnapping, partner betrayal.
Megatron's mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: winning the girl over. He knew that he had an uphill battle ahead of him, especially with Optimus in the picture, but he was determined to make her fall in love with him. He began to form a plan in his mind, a plan that would require careful planning and execution. But he was willing to do whatever it took to make her his. On the bright side of things, their bond could provide him her location. He could sense her, sort to speak. The biggest problem, he didn't know the location of the Autobot base. And since he couldn't feel her presence for a while, it could only mean that she didn't leave their base since they got her back. So the question was....how does he lure her out? Chucklng to himself, his mind worked overtime as he mulled over the problem of luring the girl out of the Autobot base. Knowing that it wouldn't be easy, especially since Optimus would be watching her like a hawk. He needed something that would draw her out, something that would make her want to leave the base and come to him. He thought for a moment, his optics narrowing as an idea began to form in his mind. Smiling as his plan started to take shape. He had the perfect way to lure her out, to give her a reason to leave the base and come to him. But he knew that he had to play his cards right, and that he couldn't be too suspicious or obvious with his intentions. With a sinister smirk on his face, he began to put his plan into action. As Megatron prepared for his plan, Optimus and the girl were still deep in conversation, discussing the details of their mission to get the relic. They were completely unaware of what was brewing in Megatron's mind. Megatron chuckled to himself as he continued to plot his scheme, feeling a sense of satisfaction and confidence in his plan.
"Soon," he whispered to himself, his voice filled with determination, "she will be mine."
"But Optimus-", the girl sighed, "How are we to travel to Cybertron? You don't have enough Energon to activate the Spacebridge...Sure, you repaired the groundbridge into a spacebridge but..."
Optimus nodded, understanding her concerns. "You're right. The spacebridge still requires a lot of energon to function properly. We'll need to find a way to gather enough energon to make the journey to Iacon."
"Raiding Decepticon mines?"
"That's one option. We could target the Decepticon mines and raid them for their energon supplies." He nodded and paused for a moment, considering another option. "But we also have to be careful. The Decepticons will likely mount a defense to keep us from getting their energon."
She nodded. It will probably takes us some time to aquire the necessary Energon...
"It will take some time, yes," he replied. "But we have to be patient and calculated in our approach. Rushing into a confrontation with the Decepticons without a solid plan would be foolish and dangerous."
Sighing she whispered out. "I just- I hope that you understand. I want you, not Megatron. But whenever I get close to you I have to fight the bond which tells me that it's wrong to be away from him and in your arms instead of his."
Optimus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I do understand," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I know how difficult it is for you, fighting against the bond and the pull towards Megatron. But I also know that you want to be with me, and that means everything to me." She smiled.
Pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace, he kissed her temple. "We'll get through this together," he said softly. "I won't let Megatron or the bond come between us. I promise."
"So, I was thinking..." She pulled away from Optimus as she smiled. "Maybe we could go to one of the cities, both as humans? I know we said it's best that I don't leave this base but I've been cooped up here for so long. I didn't get any fresh air and with you it won't be dangerous, right?"
Optimus considered her suggestion for a moment, mulling it over in his mind. He understood her need for fresh air and a change of scenery, but he also wanted to make sure that she was safe and protected. "I see your point," he said slowly, his voice cautious. "But I'm still concerned about the risk. What if a Decepticon spots us? Or worse, what if Megatron finds out?"
"But he can't track you down since you're going to be in your human holoform! We'll be fine." She reassured him.
The mech raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her logic. "You do have a point," he said, his tone becoming more accepting. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to go out as humans for a while. As long as we're careful and discreet, we should be able to avoid detection."
"Yes! We can go out for a dinner and a dance night! What do you think?"
Chuckling, being amused by her excitement and enthusiasm. "A dinner and a dance night, huh? I think that sounds like a great idea," he said, his voice tinged with amusement and a hint of surprise. She smiled, her face glowing brightly. Optimus smiled back, unable to resist her infectious optimism and joy. "I'll do my best to keep up with you on the dance floor," he joked, gently teasing her.
"Hahahaha, I'm sure you'll do just fine."
Optimus chuckled in response, feeling a sense of lightheartedness and happiness in her presence. He loved seeing her smile and hearing her laugh. "I hope so," he said, his voice laced with a hint of mock seriousness. "But don't expect too much. I'm more of a warrior than a dancer, after all." She rolled her eyes at his antics. Optimus grinned at her reaction, pleased that he was able to elicit a playful response from her.
"What?" he asked, feigning innocence. "I'm just being realistic. I don't want to end up stepping on your toes and making a fool of myself on the dance floor."
"It doesn't matter if you make a fool out of yourself Optimus! We will be other there, together making memories! That's what counts the most."
His expression softened, touched by her words. He knew that she was right, and that it didn't matter if he made a few mistakes or looked a bit silly on the dance floor. "You're right," he said, his voice gentle and sincere. "It doesn't matter if I make a few mistakes. As long as we're together, making memories and having fun, that's what truly counts." She smiled brightly, her eyes closed. Optimus smiled back at her, his spark swelling with love and affection as he took in her radiant expression. "You have such a beautiful smile," he admitted, his voice warm. "It lights up the whole room."
Her heart swelled at his words. "It's because of you."
The Autobot's felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over him at her words. He felt like the luckiest bot in the universe to have her by his side, and to hear her say that he was the reason for her smile made his spark flutter with joy. "You're too kind," he said, his voice low and affectionate. "But I'll take the compliment all the same."
"Let's get going then." The girl wiggled her eyebrows.
He chuckled at her playful gesture, amused by her eagerness to get started. He transformed into his alt mode and activated his human holoform. "All right, let's go," he said, his voice betraying his own excitement about their upcoming outing. "Time to show you a night to remember."
They stopped at a fancy dinner. Y/n was dressed in a simple dress and Optimus had a more elegant uniform that resembled a suit. Optimus stood next to her, admiring her beauty in the simple dress. He couldn't help but notice the admiring glances that other humans were giving her, and for a moment he felt a pang of jealousy, but he quickly pushed it aside.
"You look beautiful," he said, his voice filled with admiration and affection.
"Thank you." She tightened the grasp on his hand.
Optimus smiled and squeezed her hand gently in return. He couldn't help but notice the way the other humans in the restaurant were stealing glances at them, and he felt a sense of pride and possessiveness at the thought that he was walking in here with the most beautiful woman in the room. The pair was led to a private table near the window, and Optimus pulled out a chair for her before taking a seat across from her.
"This is a nice place," he said, looking around the restaurant with a slight nod of approval.
Smiling and nodding in agreement, she was looking around at the elegant decor and the other couples enjoying their meals. "Yeah, it's really lovely," her voice was soft and dreamy. "And I have to say, you look pretty handsome in that suit."
Optimus chuckled, feeling a slight blush rise to his cheeks at her compliment. "You're too kind," he said, trying to play it cool. "But I have to say, you're the one who looks absolutely stunning, dressed like that."
Y/n blushed, feeling a flutter in her chest at his words. She wasn't used to such compliments from him, and it made her feel both giddy and a bit flustered. "Thank you," she said, being all shy. "You always know just the right thing to say."
He, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the way her cheeks flushed with color. He loved knowing that he could make her feel that way, and he enjoyed seeing her reaction to his words.
"I just tell it like it is. And the truth is, you're even more beautiful than usual tonight."
Feeling her heart skip a beat at his words, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure. She had never thought of herself as particularly beautiful, but the way Optimus looked at her with such admiration and affection made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. "You're just saying that because you're biased," she said, trying to deflect his compliment.
Optimus chuckled, amused by her attempt to downplay his compliment. "Maybe a little," he admitted, his voice laced with playful humor. "But it's also true. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that because I'm attracted to you."
Feeling her cheeks flush even brighter at his words, feeling a little overwhelmed by the intensity of his attraction to her. She had never been the object of such intense admiration before, and it was both exhilarating and a bit intimidating. "I-I don't know what to say," she stuttered, feeling a little flustered. "You're making me feel like a blushing schoolgirl."
The waitress came to them and pointed out towards a table. They headed towards it and sat down. Optimus pulled out a chair for her and waited for her to sit down before taking his own seat next to her. He looked around the dance floor, watching the other couples swirling around to the sound of the jazz music playing in the background. "So, ready to hit the dance floor?" Optimus asked, looking at her with a hint of expectance in his eyes.
Smiling she nodded, feeling a flutter of excitement at the prospect of dancing with Optimus. She had never danced with him before, and she was curious to see how he would move on the dance floor. Optimus stood up and offered his hand to her, a charming smile on his lips. "May I have this dance?" She took his hand and stood up, feeling a tingling sensation as their fingers intertwined. She followed him out onto the dance floor, her heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. As they began to move to the music, Optimus led her with confidence and ease. He was a surprisingly good dancer, moving with a smooth and sensuous grace. He pulled her closer to him, his hand resting lightly on her hip as he guided her across the dance floor. Y/n felt a flutter in her stomach as he pulled her closer, feeling the warmth and strength of his body against hers. She was a bit clumsy and uncoordinated compared to him, but she did her best to follow his lead and relax into the dance. Optimus smiled, noticing her effort and enjoying the dance. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and he was acutely aware of every point of contact between them. He pulled her closer, his hand on the small of her back, his voice low as he spoke into her ear. "Don't worry, just follow my lead. We'll be fine." Feeling the heat of his breath on her ear, she shivered at his words. Relaxing a little, she let herself sink into the dance and his embrace. She was acutely aware of every point of contact between them, feeling the warmth of his hand on her back, the strength of his arms encircling her waist, the proximity of his body to hers as they moved in sync to the music. Optimus was enjoying the dance more than he had thought possible. Holding her in his arms, feeling her body moving against his, was a unique and exhilarating experience. As they danced, he couldn't help but notice the way her hair cascaded down her back, the way her eyes sparkled in the dim lighting, the way her soft curves fit perfectly against him. She was lost in the dance, caught up in the music and the sensations of his body against hers. She felt a strange sense of safety and comfort in his arms, as if the world outside the dance floor didn't matter, as if everything was right in the universe as long as they were together. As the song came to an end, she was reluctant to let go and break the spell of the moment. Although the tugging at her heart started to become stronger. Her heart was telling her to not dance with him, that he wasn't her soulmate but she was never the one to listen to her heart, anyway. So she just smiled at Optimus and tried her best to ignore the uncomfortable feeling inside of her. Optimus smiled back at her, his eyes sparkling with affection. He could sense the slight stiffness in her muscles, the subtle indication that something was on her mind, but he couldn't tell what it was. He gently led her off the dance floor and back to their table.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. "You seem a bit distracted all of the sudden."
She forced a smile, not wanting to ruin the night. "I'm fine, just a bit tired," she said, trying to brush off his concern. Not wanting to tell him about the confusion and discomfort that was bubbling up inside of her, and the pull of the bond that was making her feel guilty for dancing with him, she kept quiet.
Optimus studied her face, sensing that she was holding something back. He could see the tension in her jaw, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. "You know you can tell me if something's bothering you, right?"
Hesitating, Y/n feeling the conflicting emotions inside of her. She wanted to tell him the truth, but she was afraid of how he would react. "It's nothing," she said, trying to play it off. "Just... just feeling a little overwhelmed, I guess."
The Autobot frowned, not buying her excuse. "Overwhelmed by what?" he persisted, his voice gentle but insistent. "Is it something I did?"
She avoided his gaze, feeling guilty and conflicted. "No, no, it's not your fault," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... it's the bond, it's pulling at me, making me feel guilty for being with you..."
Optimus's expression softened, a pang of sadness at her words. "I see," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I understand. But you don't have to feel guilty. You're not doing anything wrong."
Looikng up at him, her eyes pleaded for understanding. "But it feels wrong," she said, her voice breaking a little. "It's like I'm being unfaithful to Megatron, like I'm betraying him..."
Optimus's expression darkened at the mention of Megatron's name. "You're not betraying him," he said firmly. "You're with me now. He doesn't have any claim on you anymore. He never did."
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "But it's not that easy," she said, her voice quivering. "The bond is strong, it's like a rope that's tied around my heart, pulling me back to him. I feel like I'm being torn in two, like I'm being pulled in two different directions. But it's not that easy," she said, her voice quivering. "The bond is strong, it's like a rope that's tied around my heart, pulling me back to him. I feel like I'm being torn in two, like I'm being pulled in two different directions." Her eyes met his as they filled with tears.
His expression softened, feeling a pang of sympathy for her predicament. "I know it's hard," he said, his voice gentle. "But you have to remember, the bond is just a piece of programming. It doesn't define who you are or how you feel. You have free will, the ability to make your own choices."
"I know, I know that's true," her voice choked up. "But it's hard to ignore the pull, the pull of the bond, the pull of my emotions. I just feel so confused and guilty and frustrated all the time..."
Optimus reached across the table and took her hand gently in his. "I know," he said, his voice soft and tender. "I can only imagine how difficult it must be. But I'm here for you, and we will find a way through this, together."
Clutching at his hand and feeling a sense of comfort and security in his touch, she knew that he was right, that he was there for her, but she couldn't help the wave of guilt and shame that washed over her as she looked at him. "I don't want to hurt you," she whispered, her voice broken. "I don't want to lead you on or give you false hope..."
And he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You're not leading me on," he said firmly. "And you're not hurting me. I know the situation is complicated, and that you're struggling with your feelings. But I'm not going to give up on you, or on us. I'm here for the long haul, no matter what."
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all she saw was determination and love. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you so willing to put up with all of this... all of my doubts and confusion and guilt? Why are you so patient and kind and understanding?"
Optimus reached out and gently wiped a tear from her cheek. "Because I love you," he said simply, his voice filled with genuine emotion. "Because I care about you more than anything, and because I believe that what we have is worth fighting for."
Y/n felt a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes at his words, feeling overwhelmed by his love and devotion. "But what if I can't get over Megatron?" she whispered, her voice shaking. "What if the bond is too strong, and I can never be yours in the way you want me to be?"
His expression darkened, as a flash of jealousy and anger appeared in his eyes at the mention of Megatron's name. "You are already mine," he said firmly, his voice tinged with possessiveness. "You just need time to see that and let go of your past. I'm willing to wait, no matter how long it takes."
A flicker of surprise hit her at his possessive tone, but also a sense of comfort and security in his words. She squeezed his hand, feeling a wave of gratitude for his love and patience. "I don't deserve you," she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. "You're too good to me."
He smiled gently, his eyes full of tenderness and affection. "You deserve everything, and more," he said, his voice low and earnest. "You deserve to be loved and cherished and protected, and that's what I intend to do. I'm not going to give up on you, no matter what." Looking down at their entwined hands, a mixture of hope and despair overwhelmed her. She knew that he was sincere, that he loved her with all his heart, but she also knew that her heart was still torn between him and Megatron. And she didn't know if she would ever be able to break free from the bond and fully commit herself to Optimus. Not at least like before the bond. Optimus squeezed her hand gently, sensing the turmoil within her. "You don't have to figure everything out right now," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "We'll take it one step at a time, together. And I'll be here for you every step of the way, no matter what."
"Mmm, okay, thank you for being here for me." She laughed and stood up. "Now, let's dance some more to destroy this foul sad mood."
He chuckled and stood up as well, taking her hands in his once again. "Sounds like a plan," he said, leading her back towards the dance floor. "Let's show these other couples how it's really done."
And as they were on their way to the dance floor, a waiter bumped into Optimus and splashed his suit with drinks. Optimus grunted in annoyance as the cold liquid splashed onto him, his suit now soaked and ruined. "Just great," he muttered, trying to wipe the liquid off his clothing. "Thanks a lot."
Frowning, a feeling of guilt washed over her now that Optimus was now soaked with the drink. She knew that he looked forward to dressing up and going out, and the ruined suit was a definite blow to his mood. "I'm so sorry," she said, feeling terrible. "Let's go to the restroom and see if we can clean you up a bit."
"I'm sorry sir, I'll help you clean it up!" The waiter wailed.
"There is no need. I'll do it myself. Dear, you wait for me here while I go to clean it off. I won't be long."
Y/n nodded reluctantly, feeling guilty and worried as Optimus headed off to the restroom to clean himself up. She couldn't help but feel responsible for the ruined suit, and she couldn't help but feel bad for ruining his night. Optimus had entered the restroom and after a few minutes, he existed the door. Right after he turned around the corner, an arm came up from behind him and encircled his neck. Next, a syringe pierced the skin of his neck, taking him out in seconds. He gasped and tensed as the syringe injected the tranquilizer into him. His vision started to blur and his body grew heavy as the drug took effect in seconds. He tried to fight, tried to struggle, but his body failed him, and he slumped against the attacker. The attacker, feeling Optimus's weight as he sagged against him, dragged him through an emergency exit and out into a darkened alley behind the restaurant.
The girl waited in place for a few minutes now, tapping her finger against her skin and foot against the floor. She was still feeling down for ruining Optimus' night with the whole 'bond' talk. Suddenly, in front of her a man showed up smiling a dashing and wide smile. Y/n looked up startled at the sudden appearance of the tall figure, immediately noticing the charismatic and charming aura that radiated off him. She was about to ask who he was when he spoke first in a smooth and silky voice: "You look distressed, my dear. Is everything alright?"
He had dark hair but in the light of the restaurant, it made her think it was shimmering a white glaze over its black color. The eyes...they were the bluest of blues she had ever seen. Sparkiling and shinning like jewels. They were even more blue than Optimus'.
She was mesmerized by his appearance, captivated by the sharp lines of his face, the smoothness of his voice, the intensity of his gaze. She couldn't help but feel a sense of enthrallment as she looked at him. Her body was instantly pulled towards him, her mind going blank.
The stranger smiled, noticing her immediate response to his presence, her body drawn to him like a magnet. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them, his voice low and sultry. "You're absolutely beautiful tonight," he said, his eyes roaming over her form appreciatively.
She felt a flutter in her chest at his words, a heat rising in her cheeks at his intense gaze. She couldn't find the words to reply, her mind struggling to form coherent thoughts as his presence overwhelmed her. Why did she feel like she felt this feeling before? But now, it was just stronger.
The man took another step closer, now standing mere inches from her. He reached out a hand and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "Care to dance?"
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