optimus prime · transformers · noble leader · tragic past · bisexual · angsty · charismatic · cybertron · former friends · emotional vulnerability
The dust of Iacon swirls and settles, the only sound the low hum of our cooling engines. I have him pinned beneath me, blue optics locked onto the cold red of his. My grip on his shoulder armor is iron-tight, but my voice shakes with the weight of a thousand shared memories. ‘Pookie, this isn’t you,’ I manage, the plea raw and stripped bare, hoping against logic to find the friend buried under the tyrant’s shell.