#transformers fluff

It takes so much to get used to, but you wouldn’t have it any other way with your big mech. One careful digit rubs up and down your back, enjoying the moment before he speaks.

“How would you prefer our ceremony be, my spark?” His low voice sends a tremble down your spine.

You lift your head up to look at him, a hum vibrates in your throat as you try and think.

“Well, what are some traditions cybertronians have? Maybe we could combine some of our cultures?”

Optimus smiles softly, the age on his face plate showing as smile lines begin to show.

“I’d offer you my innermost energon, but I am not sure how it would work with your organic body,” his thumb gently rubs across the top of your head, “perhaps I could make you a veil or sash in the colors of the nebula, Earth fabrics are much easier to come by than on cybertron.”

Your eyes sparkle at the mention and he can’t help but chuckle at how cute you are, always so excited to learn more about cybertronian culture.

“On Cybertron conjunxes to be would hand craft or buy a veil, sash, or shoulder cape, often in pink, purple, green, yellow, something that would match your conjunx’s paint job.” Optimus’s optics soften remembering his home planet, thinking back on traditions that haven’t been held in so long, “Fabric was rare back home, it was a luxury, and so it became a romantic gesture to get some for your beloved.”

You move up, sitting further up his chassis to kiss the underside of his jaw, "A veil would look beautiful on you.”

Optimus blinks, his optics cycling as he processes your words, his cheeks dusting a light blue flustered by such a saying.

 "Ah. You believe so?" His voice is soft, bashful even.

"Absolutely, to make you a pretty veil of purple and yellow, maybe with some star-like designs. Would you want one, or would you prefer a sash?"

You can feel your own cheeks heating up almost burning like it’s you who’s being praised, your heart rate picking up filling with so much love it’s overwhelming, still not used to the deeper connection that the spark bonding has allowed.

"Well…It's tradition for Primes to wear a cape to their ceremonies.” 

Your eyes narrow at him, his voice may be even but you can feel the slight change in feel through the bond.

"That’s a fun fact, but what does Optimus want to wear to his ceremony?"

“My love, it’s fine, truly.” He chuckles, though it’s coy.

“No, I don’t want you to feel like you have to wear a cape just because you’re a prime. It’s our big day, one we both are sharing, I want you to have something you want.” You lean into his neck cables, nuzzling against him with a smile on your face as his engine begins to rumble, happy and content.

Carefully the large mech leans into you, basking in your warmth against him.

 "Anything you offer will be perfect, as it will have come from your hands, your spark. But you will need similar garments. Do you have a preference?" Though he already has a feeling you’re leaning towards a veil for him, and he cannot lie, the idea of you making him a veil and wearing it for your ceremony makes his spark soar.

You hum, thinking about his question but nothing really comes to mind.

"Hm…” You hum, thinking about his question but nothing really comes to mind, “Not really. I trust you to find something that suits me, I know you have good taste.”

You kiss his neck, smiling at his engine purring. You both fall into a comfortable silence, thinking of what else to plan for or ask, or maybe if there is something you two are forgetting? You are broken from your thoughts when Optimus wraps his servos around you, moving you from your place and setting you beside his helm, allowing him to roll over and face you.

"We spoke of the traditions of Cybertron, but what of Earth? This is your ceremony as well; what do Earth weddings usually consist of?"

Blinking a few times a light bulb goes off in your head, realizing you didn’t mention any human traditions.

"Oh! For where I'm from, there's usually an officiant, someone legally able to create binds between two people. I imagine Fowler wouldn't mind filling that role. Ratchet could too; he'd just need to fill out a form online."

Optimus hums, noting human ceremonies sound simpler than he thought, perhaps a few more steps than Cybertronian ones, but still easy enough.

"That is quite simple. There are no other requirements?"

"Not for an officiant. There are also witnesses, usually in the form of bridesmaids and groomsmen. We can talk with the others about who stands at your side and who stands at mine, though."

"Witnesses…?” Optimus tilts his helm a little. Sure ceremonies could have family and amicas, but it wasn’t a requirement.

You softly laugh at confused puppy-like expressions.

"To corroborate that we are married by a legal officiant, silly.” Your smile widens as you remember another detail, “Then there's cake! The couple usually cut the first slice together. I've already been talking with Ratchet about being able to make energon goodies, so we can make one cake-shaped for our ceremony too.” You aren’t sure why you feel so shy after rambling so much, meeting his soft blue optics with a nervous glance, “If you'd want to do that?”

A rush of affection rushes through your body, your eyes stinging with tears threatening to spill down your cheeks from the intensity. Optimus reaches to you, the knuckle of his index finger gently rubbing against your cheek.

While sitting on his desk, you had been humming a song to yourself and gently moving to the beat, when he asked about human dancing. So after he mass-shifted, you had introduced him to the simplest form of human dancing you knew. You guided him in how to place his hands and encouraged him to relax enough to move with the music. The dance style was intimate, but you tried to maintain some distance between your bodies, if only for the sake of your nerves. Now you were alternating between humming and softly singing lyrics to that sweet song you remembered from Earth as you rocked from side to side.

"...And I'll be yours, 'til the mountains crumble to the sea..." the words fell from your mouth as you stepped away to twirl, right hand still in his, only to return to his hold.

You looked up to offer a small smile, hoping this was entertaining the mech. He was already looking at you, a wistful expression on his face.

"You humans have much more complex optics when viewed up close," he said lowly.

You tipped your head to the side and smiled. "We call them 'eyes,'" you responded, playfulness dappling your tone.

You continued to hum before he spoke again. "Your eyes look deep, like I could leap inside. They seem like portals to another world."

You stilled at his words, and he leaned closer to you. The eye contact and proximity made it hard for you to breathe and you became aware of a whole new level of intimacy.

Then, he looked down. At your lips? Surely not. But then he released your hand and brought the servo which had been holding it to your side, and he inched closer. And closer...

You realised you were unconsciously leaning in as well. Then eyes and optics both fluttered shut as lips and dermas met softly.

His servos and arms moved to encircle you, drifting slightly lower, and his grip became firmer. For a moment, all your thoughts halted, and your palms rested on the metal of his chest.

Then, you became catastrophically self-aware again. With a spark of panic, you broke off the kiss to hide your face against his chest.

His hold on you loosened, as if to allow you room to escape, but you didn't want to move away. His embrace felt safe and soothing; you just needed to pause for a moment.

"Little one?" he murmured, a hint of concern in his tone.

You felt embarrassed. You had pulled away without thinking, and you felt you definitely owed him an explanation.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said softly into his chest plates. You decided to just be out with it.

"I've never done that before." And if you didn't before, you definitely felt a wave of heat at your face now.

His tone was mild. "What? Kissed someone?"

You pulled away slightly to look up at the big mech. You were met with optics which held a flicker of... Uncertainty?

You averted your eyes before responding. "No, I haven't..." you said, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his armor plating to relieve the akwardness you felt.

His servos shifted up, now loosely resting near you shoulder blades, higher than they had been even during the slow dancing. You looked back up to see a whisper of pain and sadness on his face.

"You are too innocent for me," he murmured.

"I'm not that innocent!" A note of incredulity slipped into your voice.

He looked down at you again. His response came out smoothly at first, then slipped into a near-growl by the end.

"I mean no offense. But you do not know who I am, or what I've done."

"I know what I've seen. I know my own experiences. You saved my life!"

You had been abducted from Earth by another Cybertronian, and kept as a pet. Or a plaything, more like. They had no idea how to care for you and clearly took you on a whim, just wanting a defenseless creature to mess with. Megatron had found you by chance. "Humans are not fit to be kept as pets. They are intelligent, sentient," he had growled to your inept keeper. You hadn't been sure why at the time, but they had clearly regarded him with fear and intimidation, so they easily handed you over when he extended his servo to take you. You remembered what he had said when he departed from them. "Do not worry, little one. You are safe now." And you were.

You brought your mind back to the present, and Megatron's brow was furrowed, his optics screwed shut. A low sigh escaped him.

"They may not have taken you if I had not encouraged disdain for organic life in my followers."

"But it was still their choice. And you're different now," you responded firmly.

You continued in a softer tone. "You are always kind to me, and gentle." His optics opened again slowly.

"I do not deserve you," he murmured, voice rumbling.

You pursed your lips. "That word - 'deserve' - I don't like it. It's so subjective."

He looked at you intently, like he was trying to understand, so you went on.

"By some philosophical metrics, none of us deserve anything good that happens to us." You reached up to stroke the bridge of his nose, and despite his previous protests, he shuttered his optics and slightly leaned down into your touch.

"I prefer to aim for maximising the good things in the universe. Sometimes, or even often, that means pursuing justice, and trying to determine just what it is that someone deserves... But not always."

Your finger came down from his nose and traced his dermas, and they parted when you made contact with them. His optics opened again and met your eyes.

"You are far too compassionate towards me," he rumbled.

"I'm just a big believer in people having the capacity to change. It doesn't always happen, but I admire it when it does. It takes more strength to admit you were wrong and change course than it does to have the correct course from the beginning."

Megatron took your hand in his servo and pressed a kiss to it.

"Could I be allowed this?" He seemed to be asking no one at all, and yet also the entire universe. Any being who might be listening, or perhaps the eternal sparks and souls of those whose deaths he had brought about.

You liked him enough to get close to him, to load up cargo into his hold and hang around to bug him when you were on your break and he wasn't. Why he tolerated you anymore was still a mystery, considering the first time you met, he flicked you out of his cargo hold for sticking around too long.

But today was one of those rare days work caught up with you.

His cargo bay wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either. You crossed your arms behind your knees and curled up to your chest against the two cargo blocks that you’d loaded earlier. Your breath passed your lips, and you had your head tucked against the crook of your arm. Next thing you knew, something shifted beneath you, not gently either. Like the whole shuttle had... sighed?

You cracked one eye open and groaned. “How long was I out?”

“Long enough I considered opening the hatch and letting gravity deal with you.”

Astrotrain’s voice was a low rumble around you, not angry, just gruff in that way he always was. You smiled into the crook of your elbow and stretched like a cat.

“You didn’t, though.”

“Tch.” You could almost hear the eye-roll in his tone. “Lucky for you, someone grounded me for the last hour. Not like I could take off with a meatbag rolling around back here, anyway.”

You sat up, blinking as the shuttle’s walls adjusted to a brighter glow. You’d tucked yourself near a wall panel between two supply crates. Apparently, he hadn’t even bothered to move you.

“How long have I been out?” You asked, brushing the sleep from your face.

“Seventy-three minutes.”

You froze. “Oh. Wow. That’s… a full nap.”

“An unplanned one.”

He sounded irritated. But you knew better by now.

“You could’ve woken me,” you said toward the speaker grid where his voice always seemed loudest.

“Could’ve,” he said. “Didn’t.”

Your smile widened. “You were worried about me.”

“Its hard to worry about someone who drools on the cargo bay floor.”

You gasped in mock offense, swiping at your mouth just in case. “I do not-! Wait, do I?”

A low, amused grumble rumbled through the shuttle’s walls. “Relax. You didn’t. Would’ve dumped you if you had.”

The fondness in his voice made your chest warm. Astrotrain wasn’t exactly known for being cuddly. But you’d flown with him enough times to recognize the version of softness he gave. Fewer pet names, more dry sarcasm. Less gentle pats, more not-yeeting-you-out-of-his-cockpit-when-you-crash-on-his-floor.

Still half-drowsy, you leaned back against the wall with a sleepy sigh. “Five more minutes?”

There was a long pause.

“You’re pushing it.”

“Pretty please?”

Another pause. Then, that same quiet mechanical exhale.

“Five. But if someone walks in and thinks I’ve turned into a taxi service, I’m blaming you.”

You closed your eyes again and grinned. “Deal.”

The lights dimmed slightly, just enough to take the edge off the ceiling glare. The floor beneath you warmed again. Somewhere in the shuttle walls, you felt the faint hiss of a vent shifting to gently circulate air your way.

He wasn’t going to say it.

But you knew.

Earlier...

Astrotrain noticed your silence first. Then the stillness.

At first, he thought maybe you’d passed out from overexertion, humans had a habit of pushing themselves far past their limits. He scanned your vitals through his internal monitors. Heart rate steady. Breathing shallow, but calm.

Asleep.

He stared at you, or rather, stared at the console feed that showed you curled up between two crates in his cargo hold, like some stray cat who’d wandered in and made itself at home.

He should’ve kicked you out.

Should’ve called someone to come collect you.

Should’ve at least flicked the vent system on full blast just to watch you squirm awake.

But instead, he dialed the lights down.

Turned the internal engine hum low.

And locked the outer doors.

You weren’t even wearing full gear, just that beat-up vest and those patchy pants with a tool belt that jangled when you walked. You’d collapsed like someone whose limbs didn’t belong to them anymore, knocked out cold without even asking if it was okay to nap on his floor like he was some kind of mobile hotel.

Astrotrain scoffed under his breath. “Unbelievable.”

And yet... he didn’t move.

Didn’t transform.

Didn’t say a word to disturb you.

Instead, he stood guard. Watched as you shifted once in your sleep and curled in tighter. Watched the little furrow in your brow slowly melt away. Not because he cared (he didn’t, okay?) -but because someone ought to, and the others were off doing who-knows-what.

That didn’t leave a lot of options.

By the time the console blipped a 60-minute timer, he sighed and muttered, “You drool on my floor and we’re gonna have words.”

And despite all his quiet grumbling, he relaxed slightly, making sure you were warm, undisturbed, and cocooned in the dim light of the bay. He didn't like the idea of you waking up startled right now any more than he liked the idea of you drooling on him. Such a shame…