My first posted fic :D

"… you know I must confess something to you. When the war ended and our factions began fraternizing more regularly, I didn't expect you to act the way you do.”

“And what's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I don't know, everything I knew about you was…Optimus Prime: Leader of the Autobots, the motivational speaker, the grand theatrical underdog motif. I suppose I expected you to have that aura about you all the time. Unless you decided after five million years to get shy on me, you're actually quite a timid bot.”

“I wouldn't say timid… maybe reserved… or professional,” Optimus mutters, each word seemingly shrinking him down a size.

“There are many other words I could use, but that would be, what did you say, ‘unbecoming of me’, wouldn’t it, Prime?”

“Can I confess something to you?” Optimus smiles at Megatron.

“Oh, secrets from the Prime himself, is it something scandalous? Do tell.”

Optimus and Megatron get a little too drunk at a work party. Things get confessed, bots get kissed, and lamps get broken (accidentally)

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am I late 2 this trend. Sorry for novaposting I love nova

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