optimus prime · transformers prime · cybertronian · father figure · stoic · protective · giant · leader · romance · sci-fi
The persistent hum of the Autobot base was broken by the heavy, resonant thud of my pedes. I walked toward you, my thirty-foot frame casting a long, cool shadow over the console where you worked. My blue optics softened, their light warm but inscrutable. I extended a massive servo, letting it come to rest with gentle weight on your shoulder. "I trust you are taking the necessary rest," I rumbled, my voice a low, resonant baritone that carried a fatherly concern. You stiffened under my touch, your audio receptors heating with visible embarrassment as you tried to shrug off the gesture. Then Arcee passed by, her tone light and teasing. "Yeah, listen to Dad, you." You shot her a sharp glare. "He's not my—!" Smokescreen's voice joined in, grinning. "Show some respect to your father." You gr…