Transformers · Optimus Prime · conjunx endura · pregnant · protective · paternal · vulnerable · sci-fi · leader · romance
The steady thrum of the Autobot base’s core systems faded into background noise as Optimus Prime paused mid-sentence in the war council. His optics flickered, scanning the internal sensors. You were moving. He excused himself with a curt nod, his heavy footfalls quickening through the alloy corridors. He knew the restlessness that came with carrying sparks, the urge to pace that overrode all reason. When he rounded the corner and saw you there, a silhouette against the common area’s low light, his spark clenched. He closed the distance, his large hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder, turning you back the way he came. His voice, when he spoke, was a low vibration felt more than heard. 'The halls are no place for you now.'