There seem to be some people on Tumblr very confused about what Daniel Hall is. I guess someone is going to have to try to explain him. Please note: I do not have the annotated Sandman. This is purely from my own observation while reading Sandman.
Okay, very simple answer. Daniel is Dream of The Endless.
He is not still “only twee-years-old.” He is not Morpheus’ “son.” He is not Morpheus’ heir. He IS Dream. We are literally told this in every single comic he has appeared in.
Some of Morpheus's practices before the misfortune (s2) 🥹💓
(I love you very much, sweet Dream with a bitter face) ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽🙏❤️
Let's ignore the fact that I almost messed up my practice by experimenting with various techniques: watercolor and acrylic paint (which, by the way, watercolor is metallic!)
Optimus prime (Bayverse) (Mass displacement) x Fem human
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Note: My language is not english. This one shot was originally written in spanish. If you see a mistake in the translation, don't hesitate to tell me. Ty ❤️
This One Shot was based on the song Through the Eyes of a Child by AURORA!
Enjoy! ❤️
Tranquility at the base was a rarity, especially knowing that a war was lurking around the corner. A war that, as a species, had involved us for a few years due to our alliance with the Autobots.
In every great confrontation, there were always losses: a sea of debris, energon and spilled blood spread across the battlefields, mixing with the smell of black powder.
We hoped this would end soon. Too many lives lost, entire generations paying the price for an insatiable thirst for power. But for Optimus, this was more than a war. Each battle was a reminder of what he had lost, of what his people had sacrificed for a conflict that seemed to have no end.
For him, each extinguished spark was a new wound, an additional weight on his already tired shoulders. Although he tried to hide it behind his posture of unwavering leader, his optics could not lie. There was a weariness to them, a suffering that echoed in every word he spoke.
Optimus was not just a soldier. He was a witness to the fall of Cybertron, a survivor who had seen his world slowly die. And through it all, he kept fighting, not for glory, but for the hope of a better future.
He saw the consequences of war: pain, tears, and the sacrifice of beings of great heart and innocence.
However, that day was the exception. It was a light of hope that shone through the agony.
We had received news of a Decepticon ship crashing near the city. We had to explore it because no vital activity had been detected inside. At least, that was what we thought.
At first Optimus refused to allow me to accompany him, but I insisted. I was not a soldier like the members of NEST, I am just a human civilian who wanted to accompany my partner, even on such a dangerous expedition.
“Stay close to me, no matter what,” Optimus ordered as we geared up for the mission.
I climbed into his cockpit in the copilot’s seat, aware that he was upset that I had persuaded him, but I also sensed a hint of resignation in his voice.
I stroked the inside of his cockpit. I knew how much he had been through in the past few days. His holomatter, a human projection of him, had nightmares. He didn’t need to sleep, sometimes he would activate his holographic form and stay in a recharge state next to me, seeking temporary relief in my arms.
I knew our relationship was a small refuge for him, but his past, so full of pain, haunted him constantly. It was inevitable.
All this time he had made difficult decisions, decisions that, although necessary, had left deep scars on his soul.
“Optimus…” I whispered, knowing he could hear me even over the roar of his engine. “We’ll be fine, I promise.”
He didn't answer, but I felt a subtle shift in his energy. Perhaps it was a spark of hope, or at least the desire to be able to believe in my words.
For Optimus, even such a simple promise was an anchor. A reason to keep going. Because he had carried the burden of an entire world on his shoulders, he now had something else to protect: not just a cause, but someone. Me.
And although he didn't say it with words, I knew what he felt.
And so the journey began. A caravan of Autobots and military convoys followed us closely. The tension of discovering what that Decepticon ship was hiding kept us alert. We knew it could be a trap, but there was also the possibility that luck was on our side.
I could see the sunset from the window, it was like a breath of fresh air for my soul. Being locked between base and base was sometimes suffocating for me. It's so nice to have a scene like that and be a spectator of it.
So, Optimus opened the passenger window halfway to make the experience more pleasant, he knew how much I liked sunsets.
"Thank you."
It wasn’t long before the sun began to set and night began to creep into the sky in the company of the glittering stars.
But it also meant that we were close to our destination. The Decepticon ship soon loomed in the distance, though visibly damaged, it stood in a field of twisted debris and charred metal.
The impact marks and cracks in its structure were proof that it had fallen from a great height. The air was permeated with a strange metallic smell, mixed with the scent of spilled energon.
The NEST soldiers descended from the vehicles as we arrived; armed and in formation, they scanned the surroundings with military precision. Some set up a security perimeter, while others secured the area.
I jumped out of the truck.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of gears and metal parts moving beside me, indicating that Optimus had transformed.
"Stay tuned. We don't know what we can find here," Lennox warned firmly, his eyes scanning the field for any sign of activity.
The Autobots were the first to approach the ship. Optimus led the group with his posture full of authority and determination. Bumblebee advanced behind us, emitting a couple of musical phrases through his radio as a way to relieve the tension. Ratchet, always attentive, inspected any energon residue he found, while Crosshairs complained loudly.
"Why do we always have to explore the most unpleasant places? Is there no Decepticon ship that doesn't smell like death?" Crosshairs grumbled, adjusting the weapons he carried at his waist.
"Stop complaining, Crosshairs. If there's no danger, it's better for us," Drift intervened, momentarily unsheathing his twin katanas to cautiously explore.
"Everyone stay focused," Hound growled, holding his huge weapon. He looked around suspiciously, always ready to open fire if necessary.
I stayed by Optimus’ side as we made our way to the entrance of the ship. However, something inside called to me.
“Stay close to me, you promised,” Optimus reminded me in a firm but protective tone, stopping for a second to observe me.
I nodded, but that strange feeling kept pulling me somewhere else. It was something I couldn’t ignore.
The Autobots began to make their way through the various cabins of the ship. The structures were torn apart, the hallways barely lit by sparks, and there was a faint blue glow of dried energon on the walls. They found no signs of life, not even the slightest noise.
Ratchet knelt next to a dead Decepticon, inspecting his body.
“This doesn’t make sense,” Ratchet said, shaking his head. “Their processors are completely fried, as if a massive overload had instantly disabled them.”
“An experimental Decepticon weapon?” Drift asked, his gaze fixed on another nearby body.
“It’s possible, but there’s no clear evidence. It could be something internal…” Ratchet interrupted himself as he examined the corpse. “Still, there’s nothing.”
As Ratchet and the others figured out the source of the charred processors, my focus on the hunch kept taking me elsewhere. I tried to figure out what it was, but I felt a slight warmth in my chest, as if an invisible energy was directing me.
So I made the decision to separate myself while Optimus explored the controls area in the cockpit.
I was so wrapped up in chasing my intuition. And...
I found it.
But Optimus found me before I could take another step. I felt his presence a little before I heard his deep voice echo behind me.
"I told you not to get away from me," he scolded me in a stern tone. His optics looked at me more with concern than anger.
I raised my hands in apology, feeling small before his imposing figure.
"I know, I know, and I'm sorry, but... there's something here, Optimus." I don't know what it is, but I can feel it," I replied, pointing at the metal door at the end of the room.
He looked where my finger was pointing, his face hardening. Without saying a word, he advanced towards the door and, with the brute force that characterized him, ripped it off its hinges.
What we found on the other side left me speechless. The room was covered in dried energon debris, forming dark puddles that seemed to glow faintly under the dim light. But most disconcerting were the human toys that were scattered across the floor. There were worn-out stuffed animals, plastic cars, and dolls with broken limbs.
"What is this...?" I muttered, feeling a chill run through me. I took the largest toy in my hands and examined it to see if there were any marks or messages that might give us some answer. But there was nothing, it was just a worn-out and broken toy.
I put it back on the floor.
I pulled my flashlight from my belt and began scanning, illuminating the corners of the place as I tried to process what I saw. What were human toys doing here? It didn't make sense.
Optimus remained silent, but it was clear that he was also analyzing the scene. Suddenly, a soft, high-pitched sound broke the silence. It was Optimus' radar, activating.
"There's an energy signature..." he said cautiously, tilting his head slightly as if trying to locate the source of the energy on the radar.
I turned to him, confused,
“Here? In this chamber?” I asked, shining my flashlight.
“Yes. It’s faint, but it’s here,” he confirmed, advancing with slow, careful steps.
My flashlight picked up something at the back of the room, in a dark corner. It was a small figure curled up between thick blankets, almost hidden among the remains of energon and scattered toys. I couldn’t make out what it was, but an impulse drove me to approach it.
“Wait,” Optimus stopped me, placing his huge hand in front of me as he crouched down to reach my height. His gesture was protective, as always.
“I just want to see it better,” I assured him, although my voice was carried away by my nervousness.
He nodded reluctantly and allowed me to advance under his watch. The energy signal grew stronger as we approached the figure. Whatever was there, it was alive. Or at least, something was still working.
Optimus followed me until we reached the pile of blankets stacked high. We both carefully removed them, until we realized what it was...
"My love?" I called out to Optimus and fixed my gaze on him, he was also in shock.
It was a torn sack of energon. Next to it, there was a small sleeping Cybertronian hatchling clinging to a dirty teddy bear.
Our souls sank into sadness.
I couldn't take it anymore, so I slowly approached the hatchling and stroked its head. Its large glowing optics opened in fear as it woke up.
"Hey! You're okay, calm down. We didn't come to hurt you, little one." I lowered the flashlight to the ground and put my hands in front of me to show the hatchling that it was completely unarmed.
Optimus remained silent behind me with his optics fixed on the small hatchling. It was as if he was processing the situation, as if what we were seeing couldn't possibly be real.
“How is that possible?” he finally murmured, a mix of disbelief and sorrow in her voice. “The hatchlings ceased to exist when Cybertron fell… none could have survived.”
But there she was, clinging with all her might to that worn-out little bear, shaking as if the mere act of existing scared her. The lights on her armor flickered weakly, a sign that she barely had enough energon to stay active, and she had deep dents in several parts of her body.
“Is it possible that she survived this long here?” I asked, keeping my voice soft so as not to scare her further.
“The hatchlings ceased to exist after Cybertron’s decline. The few that remained… they didn’t survive. Hunger, rust, and neglect…” Optimus stopped, unable to continue.
My eyes filled with tears at the sight of her so vulnerable, but I forced myself to remain calm. Slowly, I knelt in front of her, trying to look as unintimidating as possible.
“Little one, you’re safe,” I said softly, carefully bringing my hands closer so she could still see them. “We’re not going to hurt you, I promise.”
She cringed against the bear tightly, her large blue optics focused on me in terror. Optimus stepped forward, his imposing presence seeming to frighten her even more.
“Wait, Optimus,” I asked softly, holding up a hand to stop him. “Let me try.”
I stayed silent for a few seconds, looking for a way to get closer to her. I decided to sit on the floor, getting down to her level, and spoke again.
“Do you have a name?” I asked, trying not to sound pushy.
The child didn’t respond at first. She just stared at us, those huge optics full of uncertainty. Finally, she stammered something, her voice weak and shaky, as if she wasn’t used to using it.
“No… I don’t have a name…”
My chest tightened at hearing her. She was so small, she seemed so broken inside and out. I looked at Optimus, whose expression reflected as much pain as mine.
“Can you tell us how long you’ve been here?” he asked, lowering his voice to an almost fatherly tone, something unusual for him but comforting.
The hatchling shook her head, hunching further into herself.
“A long time… alone…” she whispered, her words cut off by small sobs. “The bad guys… gone. They’re all gone.”
My tears wanted to come out, but I held back. I couldn’t allow myself to show weakness now, not in front of her. I approached a little slower and more carefully, until I was close enough to touch her little metal hand.
“You’re not alone now, little one,” I said, lacing my fingers with hers. Her touch was cold, but I felt her trembling lessen a little at the contact. “I promise you that you’re safe with us.”
Optimus knelt down as well, his huge body making an effort to look less intimidating.
“We won’t hurt you, little one. I’m here to protect you,” he assured her, his tone full of warmth and promise.
The hatchling looked up at him, her optics shining with something that could be hope. She hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
“How can we help you?” I asked, gently stroking the less damaged part of her head.
She looked down at the broken energon sac beside her, her optics filling with tears that couldn’t fall.
“I’m… hungry…” she said in an almost inaudible whisper.
Optimus exchanged a quick glance with me, and in that moment we knew we had to do everything we could to save her.
“Ratchet,” Optimus called over the communicator. “We have a situation here. We need energon and medical equipment immediately.”
The atmosphere in the ship grew more tense as the other Autobots continued to scan the cabins for weaponry and any clues that would explain what had happened there. However, for Optimus and me, the priority had changed: this hatchling needed help, and fast.
Ratchet arrived shortly after, accompanied by Bumblebee, who was carrying a small container with refined energon. Seeing the hatchling, the Autobot medic couldn’t hide the surprise on his face.
“Primus… a Cybertronian hatchling, It's a sparkling ” he murmured, kneeling beside us to examine her. His expression quickly changed from surprise to professional focus. “She’s in pretty bad shape. She needs fresh energon and repairs.”
Ratchet connected a tube to the energon container and carefully brought it closer to the hatchling. She recoiled a little at first, but her instincts betrayed her. The hunger was too much, and after a moment of hesitation, she accepted the food. The blue liquid began to flow, and her optics glowed a little brighter with each sip.
“That’s it, little one. Don’t worry, this will make you feel better,” I said softly, stroking her head as she drank.
Bee made happy, surprised sounds.
“It’s a miracle,” Optimus replied, his tone grave but full of determination. “But we won’t leave her alone.”
As the hatchling finished feeding, her little systems seemed to stabilize a little. Ratchet performed a quick scan and sighed.
“Her structure is stable, but she has multiple damages. The armor is dented, and her spark is weak. She needs a more thorough treatment at the base,” he reported.
Optimus nodded.
“We have to take her immediately,” Optimus placed me on his shoulder. Finally, he took the baby in his arms and headed for the exit of the ship.
Many of the NEST and Autobot soldiers looked at the scene in disbelief. My vision was fixed again on the baby who looked at me with curious optics.
I couldn't help but smile to give her confidence.
•••
The return to the base was not the easiest. I had to get Bee and the baby into Optimus' trailer. Bumblebee, being a small autobot, fit, but with difficulty.
We realized that it was the most effective way we had to transport her to the base.
The noise of the city scared her too much, even though she couldn't see her through the walls of the trailer. I don't think she'd ever known the world outside that storage chamber.
But when we arrived, Ratchet, Optimus, and Bee carried the little girl into the Autobot medbay. I didn't leave their side for a second. The baby had fallen asleep in Bumblebee's arms, and they placed her on a makeshift stretcher while Ratchet prepared his tools.
"Will she be okay?" I asked, biting my lip. I watched the doctor adjust a monitor that projected the status of her spark.
"She will be, but she needs time and care. Her systems are severely affected, but with enough energon and repairs, she can recover," Ratchet replied, not taking his eyes off his work.
Optimus remained silent next to the stretcher, his optics focused on the little girl.
"She's so... traumatized," I said, saddened.
Optimus answered after a pause.
"The hatchlings of Cybertron were vulnerable, even in times of peace. But during the war… they became victims of the conflict. This little one was probably alone for a long time, witnessing things no young life should ever see. "
The hatchling began to stir a little, as if she was having a nightmare. I reached over and took her hand, gently caressing it.
"Shh, calm down. You’re safe now" I whispered, trying to calm her down.
She slowly woke up, her optics looking at me with some confusion.
"What… what is this?" she asked, her little voice was weak but curious.
"It’s a safe place, little one. We’re here to take care of you" Optimus answered, his tone was soft and warm.
She looked around again, still having a hard time accepting that she was out of this dark, cold place. Then, her optics focused on me, and for the first time, I saw a slight spark of trust.
"Will you stay with me?" she asked, with a heartbreaking innocence.
My throat closed up at the sound of her voice, but I smiled and nodded, taking her hand firmly.
“Of course. We’re not leaving you alone anymore.”
Optimus leaned toward her and spoke with the solemnity only he could use.
“You’re with us now. We’ll protect you. That’s my promise.”
•••
The days after the rescue of the little hatchling were a roller coaster of emotions. Ratchet worked too hard on her recovery, and Optimus and I didn't move from her side. While her small body repaired the most serious damage with the help of energon and Ratchet's skills, we took turns talking to her, keeping her calm and reassuring her that everything would be okay.
Sometimes I read human fantasy stories to her, taught her to speak and to know everyday objects. Optimus for his part stayed behind to guard our safety.
"How are you feeling, little one?" I asked her one afternoon while I carried a small container of energon to her.
She took the container in her small hands and looked at us.
"Better..." she murmured, her voice still unsure.
Optimus, standing next to me, leaned towards her.
"You've been very brave. I'm proud of you," he said in a soft, comforting tone.
The hatchling blinked, we noticed that she was not used to receiving words of pride. I walked over and gently stroked her head.
“You know, I think you should have a name. Something you like and that makes you feel special.”
She looked at us, confused at first.
“A name?” she asked, as if it was a new concept for her.
“Yes, a name,” I replied with a smile. “Something that is yours.”
Days passed before she made a decision. She asked us questions about Autobot names, human names, and even my own. Finally, one morning while I was eating breakfast, she pointed at something on a screen. It was a bright star in a picture of the galaxy.
“I want… I want to be called Nova! ” she said cheerfully.
The name suited her perfectly. Nova. A bright spark in the midst of so much darkness.
•••
Over time, life at the base became much more lively with Nova around. Her steps toward normality filled the air with a joy we hadn’t felt in a long time. Optimus and I would spend hours watching her play, either with the humans working at the base or with Bumblebee, who had become her companion for exploration and learning.
One evening, as the evening light cast on the hangar walls, Nova ran after Bee, laughing happily. I stood leaning on the frame of the hangar entrance. I watched as Bee let herself be caught and then jumped up and encouraged her to keep running. It was such a simple scene, but so exciting and sweet.
Suddenly, I felt something familiar behind me. Optimus’s large hands gently encircled me as he adjusted his size with his massive displacement to not appear so imposing. His metal arms were firm but comforting, and his presence made me relax more.
“It’s beautiful to see her like this, isn’t it?” he murmured, always managing to calm any intrusive thoughts in my mind.
I nodded, leaning against his metal chest.
“Yes, it is. It’s been so long since I saw something so joyful. Nova brought light to the hangar, Optimus.”
He was silent for a few seconds, as if he was gathering the right words. Then, he spoke.
“Remember that time we talked about having children?” he asked.
My lips turned into a smile as I turned slightly to look at him. Of course I remembered. We had had that conversation during one of the few quiet nights amidst the chaos of war.
“I remember, yes,” I replied, looking into his blue optics that reflected love.
“We can’t create a life together, not the way humans or even Cybertronians do. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be parents.”
I fell silent, trying to process what he had just said.
“Are you saying that… you want to adopt Nova?” I asked incredulously.
Optimus nodded slowly.
"She already sees us as important figures in her life. I don't want it to be just a temporary bond. I want Nova to know that we are her family, now and always."
The lump that formed in my throat was hard to ignore. I turned completely to look him in the eyes.
I bit my lip as tears filled my eyes. I couldn't help but get emotional hearing his words.
"Yes "I whispered, I had broken down.
Optimus rested his forehead against mine, a gesture of intimacy, affection and connection.
He wiped my tears.
"Then it will be like this. She will be our daughter. Nova is a spark of hope. And I want that hope to grow with us."
I looked at his optics again, my heart beating faster than normal. I think it was time to tell him.
"Optimus... "I continued, my voice sounding a little shaky.
He gave me a worried and attentive look.
"What's wrong?"
I let out a slight nervous laugh and squeezed his hand a little.
“I thought about what you said, about not being able to create life together. And it’s true, humans and Cybertronians can’t have biological children. But…”
He cocked his head, clearly intrigued.
“But what?”
I took a deep breath until I found the courage to tell him,
I took a deep breath until I found the courage to tell him,
“I guess Nova won’t be our only child,” I said with a slight smile.
The silence that followed was palpable, but not awkward. Optimus tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on me as he processed my words.
“Let’s just say… the surprises don’t stop with Nova,” I commented.
Optimus remained silent for a few moments, his optics lighting up with a mix of wonder and something that seemed to be hope. Before he could respond, a joyful shout from Nova broke the moment, drawing our attention.
“Mom! Dad! Look how fast I can run!” she shouted, turning to greet us with a wave of excitement.
Optimus and I exchanged a glance, and though our words remained unfinished, we both knew that the future held something unexpected, something that would change our lives again.
Optimus prime Tyran (Mass displacement)x Fem human
Note: english is not my first language, if there is a translation error, please let me know so I can correct it. Ty
Days later...
The silence between you was worse than any scream. Optimus no longer spoke to you. No longer looked at you. No longer touched you.
Every night at the base, every moment you used to be together, was now an abyss of distance. You still shared the same space, but he stayed far away, ignoring you with a devastating coldness.
Your mind, your heart, and your body suffered from it. Your skin burned from his touch, from the metallic heat of his body against yours, from his firm touch that claimed you as his own. You longed for him, his love, his consideration, his devotion to you and your pleasure. But you didn't get it. No more.
And worst of all... he knew it.
He knew you wanted it. That you needed it as desperately as a dying man needs air. And instead of easing your agony, he extended it with cruel patience. It wasn't impulsive revenge, it was calculated punishment.
Every time you passed by him, you felt his presence, his warmth, his energy. But you couldn't get close. The nights were the worst. Your body cried out for him, shuddered with need, drowned in the emptiness of his absence. Every inch of your skin burned with the lack of his hands running over you, of his deep voice saying your name in privacy.
Your crotch needed his connection, your entrance throbbed when you remembered all the nights he made you his, even in his office or on the Autobot ship.
It was painful and Optimus knew it.
He knew what he was doing to you and it was destroying you.
Not because it gave him pleasure to see you suffer, but because he wanted you to understand the gravity of your betrayal. He wanted you to feel what he felt when he found out what you had done.
But your penance didn't end there. That night, a message came through your communicator.
"To the interrogation room. Now."
The chill ran down your spine as you read it. You knew it was him. And you knew it wasn't going to be a normal conversation. With your heart pounding, you walked through the dark hallways of the base, each step echoing off the walls. When you arrived, the door opened automatically.
He was there.
Tall, imposing, with his arms crossed over his chest and his optics shining with a dangerous intensity. There was no explosive anger in him, no shouting, just a cutting coldness that was a thousand times worse.
You entered cautiously, but as soon as you took two steps inside, the door closed behind you with a metallic sound that sealed your fate.
"Sit down," his voice was a contained thunder.
You swallowed and obeyed. The room was small, with only one table between you, but the feeling of confinement did not come from the walls, but from his gaze piercing your heart.
Optimus slowly approached, bracing his hands on the table, leaning into you until you had no escape.
“Since when…” His voice was low, firm, but laced with silent venom.
You blinked, confused.
“What…?”
“Since when did you start fornicate with my soldiers.”
The shock of his question was worse than a shot straight to the chest. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. He didn’t look away, waiting, demanding the truth.
Your throat closed up. There was no escape.
You closed your eyes for a moment and took a breath, feeling the anguish gripping your chest.
“It wasn’t, it wasn’t right away…” your voice cracked.
When you remembered it, the image of the first time with him crossed your mind. He was still yours and you were still his.
Everything was different. You took another breath and began to speak.
“It started with you…”
For the first time in days, the glow in Optimus’ optics changed. There was something else there.
Something he hadn’t expected.
You wandered through your first memories before the deception, that day was when Optimus had returned from a fight against a horde of Decepticons who had come from space to Earth seeking revenge and power. It wasn’t commanded by Megatron, it was a very separate group.
The Autobots arrived in terrible conditions at the base after the confrontation. Some were missing parts, some were leaking energon, and some were just scrapes, but it had been a fearless and merciless fight.
You arrived alarmed at Optimus's location. He had an energon leak in his arm, several blows to his armor and frame, and his right cheek was bruised. He was exhausted.
Ratchet quickly tended to him. The metallic screech of tools echoed through the hangar as you waited in silence. Optimus stood leaning on the repair table. Some of his parts still smoked from the heat caused by his internal system.
You cared about him. You always did.
Since he became your partner, your leader, your lover, every time he went out to the battlefield you felt a part of you go with him. And when he came back, wounded and covered in war scars, all you wanted was to be by his side.
So there you were. Waiting.
“You’re lucky these wounds aren’t serious,” Ratchet grumbled as he sized up a damaged panel on his chest. “But if you keep exposing yourself like this, Prime, eventually even I won’t be able to fix you.”
Optimus didn’t respond. Not with words, at least.
Ever since you entered the hangar, he had been watching you. But not with the usual gaze of calm, love, or leadership he usually wore.
There was something else this time, it was something instinctive. Something dark.
His gaze, tinted a deep, mesmerizing blue, traveled over every inch of your body as if he were marking you. You had never seen that shade of blue in his optics.
It wasn’t battle exhaustion that kept him silent. It was hunger, hunger, and desire.
You felt a chill run through your skin, but you didn’t say anything, because you knew.
You saw it, and you weren’t the only one.
Ratchet paused for a second in his work, calibrating one of the screens that projected Optimus’ vital signs. His scanner showed a spike in his energy levels, something that didn’t match the injuries he had.
The medic narrowed his optics and looked away at his leader.
Then at you. And then he understood.
Ratchet let out an exasperated sigh and walked away, muttering to himself as he turned off his tools.
“For Primes’ sake… I don’t need my scanners to know what the hell is going on here.”
You blinked, confused.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Ratchet picked up his instruments and put them away roughly. “We’re done for today. Just… try not to let it fall to pieces again before the next checkup.”
You didn’t understand his irritation until he walked past you and muttered quietly enough for only you to hear,
“You better be ready.”
Before you could ask him what he meant, he was gone, leaving a heavy silence in the hangar. When you looked back at Optimus, he was still there, motionless, those piercing optics fixed on you.
And you knew exactly what Ratchet meant, and you gulped.
But Optimus interrupted your memory.
“It was our first time.” His voice was deep, low, echoing in the spaciousness of the room.
“Yes.”
Optimus tilted his head slightly, not taking his optics off of you. The blue light shone brightly.
Your breathing became erratic. He had noticed it and you tried to run away, but he wouldn’t let you.
With precision, he grabbed onto your arm and crouched in front of you, one of his huge metal hands gripping your waist firmly enough to remind you of his size, his strength, his dominance.
The hand that had been gripping your arm moved to your jaw and forced you to look at him.
“From the first time you were with me, you were mine,” he declared with absolute certainty. “And yet…”
He paused,
“Tell me, was it like that with them?”
Your stomach tightened.
There it was. The truth, the reproach, and the condemnation.
You pressed your lips together, feeling your body struggle between guilt, fear, and desire in the midst of his interrogation.
Because the way he held you, the way his presence dominated every particle of air around you, made you shiver in a way only he could manage. But you knew this wasn’t just about desire.
This was him claiming you and punishing you.
“Answer me.”
Your fingers trembled as you took a breath, preparing to give him what he asked for.
You thought back.
The silence between you was thick, charged with something indescribable. Optimus didn’t say a word when he took a step towards you because he didn’t need to. His optics already said it all.
You stood in your place, not moving, not resisting. It wasn’t fear that paralyzed you. It was the intensity of his gaze.
And then, without warning, his frame began to change.
The grinding of his plates echoed through the hangar as his size began to shrink, adjusting, compressing until his height became more manageable for you. But even in that form, he was tall and still commanding.
When he was at his exact measure, when his massive hands could effortlessly encircle you, he didn't hesitate to do so, picking you up with ease, as if you were the most precious and fragile thing in his universe.
Your breath hitched as you felt the metal of his frame against your skin, its temperature not cold, it was warm.
Wasting no time, he began to walk with heavy, determined steps, carrying you through the base, completely ignoring any curious glances or the presence of the other Autobots still nearby.
Nothing mattered in that moment except his destination: your room.
As you walked through the doorway with him, you understood what he wanted.
He took you to the bed without a second thought, and began to make love to you in such a hungry and needy way. It was the first touch of his hands exploring you with adoration and desire. He whispered your name with devotion and submission. It had been the first moment you understood that there would never be anyone else for you but him.
He led the act, it was part of his nature.
He kissed you and removed your clothes with firm movements and positioned himself behind you to control you from his lap.
"Don't try to resist, it's useless when you know you were born to be mine" Optimus massaged your breasts "Allow me to guide you, please you. Surrender to me. "
You nodded as you surrendered in his arms. He began to prepare you by bringing one of his hands to your intimacy, to your most sensitive spot and rubbed it. You stifled your moans at his encouragement, wanting to stop him but he didn't. That only motivated him even more, causing your back to arch against him. His panel was burning against the skin of your ass.
“I want to hear those noises that humans make, I want to hear them coming out of your mouth.”
Optimus pushed two fingers inside you and you moaned. He stimulated your walls over and over again, which only responded to the circular movements he made, contracting around them. He leaned into you as he pulled his fingers out and made a soft purr of satisfaction. Optimus watched his hand covered in your essence with a controlling glint in his optics. His exhale was slow, but his grip on you tightened.
“Look what you do to me…” he murmured in his deep, vibrant voice, bringing his fingers closer to your mouth. “Try it.”
Your breathing became erratic, but you obeyed. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, tasting yourself as he watched you in pleasure.
His hands returned to your body with more determination, exploring every curve, every corner, as if he were memorizing what belonged to him. His hot panel pressed against your backside, a silent warning of what was to come next.
“Tell me you’ll remember,” he whispered against your ear, his voice like suppressed thunder. “Tell me you’ll remember who claims you tonight.”
Your body shuddered under his hold.
“You…” you whispered haltingly. “Just you, Optimus.”
Then he pushed your body onto the bed and positioned himself on top of you to show you his spike, which was eager to emerge from his panel.
Erect, large, and juicy, it aggressively emerged from its compartment.
His spike covered in his fluids, he brought it close to your folds with the aim of having his tip caress them while his lips devoured yours and he put his tongue in to explore the corners of your mouth.
And he entered without hesitation. Your moan interrupted the kiss.
Your walls stretched to his size and thickness, it was painful. However, the excitement and your need to be penetrated by him prevailed over the burning. Your arms clung to his shoulders tightly at the same time that he rammed hard into you to reach your limit. He sank completely into your cavity, you didn't know how he had entered your small and tight interior, but that feeling of feeling yourself filled by him left you speechless.
And he proceeded to move.
Optimus remained over you, his imposing body covering yours while your walls adjusted to his presence. His optics never left your face, watching your every gesture, every shudder and gasp he managed to draw from you.
His thrusts, though controlled, were not lacking in strength. He moved inside you with an almost military precision, each thrust a reminder of who he was and who you belonged to.
The heat of his metallic body radiated over your skin. Your nails dug into his armor, trying to grab onto something while your mind was lost in the tide of sensations he provoked in you.
“Never forget it,” he growled against your ear, his voice a mix of desire and a repressed vigor. “No one else can make you feel this way. No one else has this right.”
Your legs clung to his waist, trying to bring him even closer to you, as if you could fuse with him. Each thrust was a physical reminder of his power over you.
The air in the room became thick, it was charged with heat, desire and the smell of sex. Your moans and the creamy sounds of your joining accompanied the hum of your system. Optimus leaned his face towards yours, his lips claiming yours once more in a kiss that was more a mark of ownership than a display of affection.
His hands found yours, lacing your fingers with his, anchoring you to him as he quickened the pace, taking you to a limit you were unaware of.
When you finally climaxed, your body arched beneath his, a cry of pleasure torn from your throat as he kept his optics locked on you, watching with satisfaction the evidence of his power over your body and mind.
Optimus continued to move inside you, prolonging your ecstasy until finally, with a growl, he too reached his own point of no return, filling you with his heat and energy, sealing the connection between you in a way that transcended the physical.
After a few moments, the only sound being their heavy breathing, Optimus withdrew from inside you with surprising gentleness for someone his size. He laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms, holding you close as your bodies slowly cooled.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice losing some of its previous harshness. “You always will be.”
When you reminded him of that night, Optimus seemed to take pity. You could see the love he had for you in his gaze. His sense of forgiveness was faltering. The silence in the interrogation room grew thick. He kept his grip firm on your jaw, though, his optics scanning your eyes for anything, any hint of lies or regret.
His breathing hitched slightly, the deep hum of his system revealing the internal battle he was dealing with. He had been yours before everything. You had been his. And remembering it, reliving it in his mind with every word you spoke, affected him more than he cared to admit.
But that didn't erase what you had done afterwards.
Optimus closed his optics for a moment, as if trying to suppress the desire that was rising inside him along with the anger and betrayal. His jaw tightened and his grip on you loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go.
“After that night…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He opened his optics immediately.
“Go on.”
You swallowed, gathering the courage to continue.
“After that night, every time you left on a mission… it was harder for me to bear it.”
His expression didn’t change, but his strength waned even further.
“You were my everything, Optimus. But you were always at war. Always leaving, fighting, bleeding for this cause. For Cybertron, for Earth, for everyone… except me.”
Optimus slowly straightened, releasing your jaw, but his gaze remained fixed on you, intense.
“You asked me to wait. To understand. And I did. At first.”
You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure.
“But every time you came back, you were more distant. More exhausted. Sometimes you wouldn’t even look at me when you arrived… And I would stay here, alone, waiting for something that seemed more and more distant.
You could feel the tension in his frame, in the way his hands clenched, as if he were fighting to contain his emotions.
But he didn’t interrupt. He let you talk.
“And then, one day… you left again. You weren’t in the mood when we said goodbye. You barely looked at me. You barely said anything.”
His gaze darkened. He remembered.
“That day… Crosshairs approached me.”
You remember the exact day everything fell apart. Optimus was due to leave for Cybertron. The situation was critical, and although he promised to return, you knew that this mission was different. Something in his gaze gave him away.
You went to say goodbye to him in the hangar, but this time he wasn't in the mood.
"I have to go," was all he said, emotionless.
You tried to get closer, touch his hand, seek some of the warmth you missed so much, but he pulled away.
"Don't make this harder."
His rejection hurt more than any words. He climbed into the ship without looking back.
You stood there, watching as the only person who really mattered in your life disappeared into the sky. And with his departure, the weight of loneliness became unbearable.
That was when Crosshairs appeared.
The Autobot had seen everything from a distance. He wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, but this time he made an exception.
"You shouldn't hold on so much, my dear," his voice had that characteristic mocking tone, but his optics reflected something else. "Prime is always going to choose war over anything else. That's what he does."
You didn't answer. You didn't want to argue. But Crosshairs didn’t stop.
“Look, I’m not saying I don’t love you. But sometimes, duty and love can’t go hand in hand. And you’re wasting away waiting for someone who will never really be here.”
His words were cruel. But also true.
You turned to leave, but he stopped you.
“You don’t have to be alone.”
That’s when it happened.
Crosshairs wasn’t like Optimus. He didn’t have his patience, his discipline, his unwavering morals. But he had something that made you give in at that moment: he was there.
There was no love. There was no passion. Just an escape, a desperate attempt to fill the void Optimus had left behind.
The text includes interspecies relationships, s. innuendos, submission and domination. Infidelity.
Note 1: This chapter was originally written in spanish, if there is a mistake, don't forget to tell me. Thanks.
Note 2: The Autobots use their normal-sized bipedal mode and mass displacement.
The rumor had begun to spread.
From ear to ear, from mouth to mouth, and from receiver to receiver in the NEST hangar.
Humans and Cybertronians were stunned when they heard your name linked to that rumor that, until that moment, seemed impossible.
When they heard that secret, they could not believe it. It never occurred to them that you would be capable of committing such acts, especially in the company of another species. No one would have ever imagined that of you, not with your cheerful and reserved behavior.
You were the human representative assigned to work closely with Optimus Prime, someone who imposed intelligence and tranquility, which made the content of the rumors even more shocking due to your relationship with him. Some denied it, claiming that it was false and improbable; others, however, spoke with pride of having been with you above the sheets of the bed where you shared the nights with the Autobots, as proof of your escapades.
You were unaware that the rumor had reached Optimus's receivers, who had just returned from a mission on Cybertron. You had trusted in your lovers' discretion, asking that nothing of what had happened be mentioned. But, you underestimated the power of gossip in such a closed environment.
Terrible mistake.
Bumblebee, still without his fully functional voice, was the first to try to warn Optimus. He had the rumor hot in the voice box. Using a mix of gestures and recorded audio snippets, he tried to explain to him what had happened three days ago between you and Sideswipe. Although his attempts were not entirely clear, Optimus understood the point: something was wrong. Something that involved betrayal.
The Autobot leader, known for his patience and kindness, felt overcome with anger. The idea that someone he deeply trusted had violated not only his trust, but also his respect, was unbearable.
You had betrayed the affection Optimus had for you and the relationship they had built.
He decided not to act excessively and sought to confront Sideswipe.
"Sideswipe," Optimus called, his voice deep and firm. "There's a rumor going around the hangar... about something that happened between you and her. I want to hear the truth."
Sideswipe, normally relaxed, tensed upon hearing his leader's tone. And he chose to evade the truth.
"I don't know who could have said something, but it was nothing more than a misunderstanding, Prime," he replied, avoiding his gaze.
But Crosshairs, who had been listening to the conversation, could not contain himself and decided to intervene.
"A misunderstanding? Drift told me something else... Is it true that we have a human prostitute among us?"
Optimus became so angry with that nickname that Crosshairs had given you, his hands turned into fists contained in anger.
"Don't ever use that word to refer to her again" he growled.
Crosshairs stepped back, aware that he had crossed a very dangerous line. Optimus gave the Autobot a murderous look and quickly went in search of Drift. Both were stunned by the Prime's behavior. But Sideswipe hit him on the back of the head, interrupting his fearful trance.
"Well done, Cross. He almost found us out." Sideswipe shook his head, he was scared too.
They knew that Optimus would not stop until he found the answers.
•••
In one of the inner rooms, Drift and Dino were talking quietly, but enough so that Optimus, hidden behind a wall, could hear them.
"And how was it?" Drift asked, with a mix of curiosity and discomfort.
"It was... different" Dino answered with a nervous laugh "I never thought that humans could... teach us so much. But believe me, in the missionary position it was... surprising. "
Drift shook his head, trying to remain impassive.
“I don’t know how you can take this so lightly. Sensei will find out sooner or later, and when he does, we’ll all burn.”
Dino stopped laughing. He knew Drift was right. Optimus was not someone who would tolerate such acts, much less from someone in whom he had placed his personal trust and affection.
Hidden behind the wall, Optimus was in a total rage. Every word he heard was like a dagger digging deeper into his spark. Betrayal was something he could never forgive, and the fury he felt was beginning to overwhelm any intention of control.
He had to confront you, but also all those who had contributed to destroying what he believed was a relationship beyond what he ever had.
Finally, he decided it was time to confront them. He stepped forward, and his imposing figure emerged from the shadows. Drift and Dino froze at the sight.
"So it's true?" he asked, his voice deadly.
Drift bowed quickly.
"Sensei..."
"Silence!" Optimus roared, making both Autobots tense "This is not only a betrayal of me, but of everything we stand for. "
Dino tried to speak, but a simple gesture from Optimus' hand silenced him.
"This won't end here. I'll gather everyone. No one will leave this base until I confront the one responsible for all this."
His gaze darkened, and without further ado, he turned around, leaving the two Autobots with guilt in their processor.
•••
That night, Optimus called a meeting in the main hall with you. Everyone knew why they were there and they were scared to death at the sight of Optimus' presence about to lead the talk, his optics revealing his terrible anger and disappointment.
You could feel his piercing gaze on you as he looked at you with those deep blue tinted optics. They were like watching a contained fire, a bomb that was about to explode.
“Is this what you do in my absence?” His voice roared like thunder and echoed throughout the room. The tension intensified.
Both you and he are aware that you had sought comfort in the arms of others when he was gone and that made you feel terribly guilty.
He looked at Dino, at Sideswipe. Those involved couldn’t maintain eye contact with his authority.
“Dino, Sideswipe… Is this how you respect me? Is this how you repay me for the countless times I put your lives above mine?”
Optimus looked at everyone with accusatory optics. Dino tried to apologize but he interrupted him in a sharp tone.
“There are no excuses or enough apologies to justify everyone’s actions. You have dishonored the trust I placed in you" The leader's face denoted hatred and resentment "I thought I could trust... all of you. Not only as my soldiers, but also as my comrades. My absence was not an invitation for you to sully what is mine" He raised his voice. " You knew what she meant to me. "
Finally, he walked towards you. His figure and presence made you step back and bow your head in sorrow. Optimus was filled with heartbreaking pain.
"And you... How could you? You swore loyalty, trust... and love to me. Am I worth so little to you that you sought comfort in the arms of my soldiers?" His voice lowered, becoming deeper and full of anger. " Did you think I wouldn't come back? That I had abandoned what I treasured most in life?"
He took a step towards you, bending down to your height to look directly at you, he put a finger on your chin so you would face him.
"Look at me. You are mine. From the first moment you were. Not because of some kind of obligation, but because our destinies were intertwined in a way that the universe cannot even separate" he exhaled loudly " But it seems that I will have to remind you and... all of you."
He straightened up, observing the Autobots sternly.
"You are no longer worthy of my trust. From this moment on, everyone involved is out of the main team. I do not want to see you near her, I do not even want to see you near this base until you have learned the true meaning of loyalty. "
That night, Optimus expelled the Autobots involved out of the base temporarily, sending them on missions away from the main group. He did not do it out of cruelty, he did it to process the rage that flooded his entire being. The others bowed their heads, visibly defeated and humiliated. No one dared to question his decision.
As everyone began to leave the room, Optimus held onto your arm.
“You, stay.”
Your heart stopped for a moment. You couldn’t move a muscle. His grip wasn’t enough to hurt you, but enough to let you know you couldn’t escape.
And he began,
“You knew what you meant to me… what we had built.” His tone was firm, sharp, and laden with repressed pain. “You knew my absence wasn’t an abandonment, but a sacrifice to protect you. To protect everyone. But you still betrayed me.”
You tried to formulate a response, but your voice barely came out.
“You were never there for me, Optimus.” You finally managed to say, your voice cracking. “You always put your duties above me. I felt alone… forgotten.”
He stared at you, his optics intense, but something in them changed. A mix of confusion and pain joined his anger.
“Are you justifying your betrayal with my responsibilities?” he said, his tone lower, but just as intimidating. “Was it my absence? My inability to prove to you that you were the most important thing to me? Or was it something else?”
He leaned toward you again, letting the gravity of his words fall like a sentence.
“Tell me. Be brave and face me.”
You bit your lip, tears threatening to spill out, there was no escape now.
“I needed you, Optimus. I needed to feel you. I needed you to prove to me that I wasn’t alone.” Your voice came out cracked and broken. “I know there is no excuse for what I did, and I know my apologies will never be enough.”
Optimus closed his eyes for a moment, as if your words were a direct blow to his spark. When he opened them again, a flash of something else shone in them: disappointment, but also a love that was torn between giving in or holding on to you and forgiving you.
Suddenly, he grabbed you by the neck, not to hurt you, but to make you feel his dominance and submit to him.
“You don’t understand what you’ve done.” His voice was a whisper filled with suppressed rage. “But I will remind you. You and everyone else who thought they could mock me like this.”
He advanced on you, his size pushing you back until your back hit the living room table and he locked you in with his arms without the possibility of escape as the strength of his hand on your neck increased its pressure.
You had never seen him like this, but it was clear that it was something you deserved.
"To me you no longer have any value, your dignity and honor were trampled, and I will treat you as you deserve" His voice was threatening and also full of desire "You are mine, you always have been. I can forgive you many things, but not this. You have humiliated me and you You thought I would be stupid. I cannot allow the bond between us to be questioned by you, or by anyone else. And if I must remind you who I am to you... I will."
You accepted his terms without objection. His gaze was not only furious; there was a mix of pain, love and a completely instinctive desire to reaffirm his dominance and place in your life. You knew what was going to happen.
That night you were going to be his in a way you will never forget.
"I'm sorry" It came out of your lips in a weak and vulnerable whisper.
"You are sorry..." His voice was low and disappointed " Do you know how much you meant to me? Do you know how many times I've put my life on the line for what I love and what I swore to protect? And you were the one thing I never thought I could lose."
He brought a hand up to your face. His servo touched your skin, his touch firm but careful. He slowly moved closer to your face and his gaze softened slightly.
You could feel a slight tremor in the hand holding your neck, he struggled between the need to claim you, let you go or hurt you. With a gentleness, his fingers brushed your lips, as if he was protecting what he had feared losing forever.
"This time there are no barriers, no more words or empty promises."
Optimus needed you, he needed your body, your moans. He wanted to claim your soul, your essence, everything you were and what you were.
He slammed you on the table, you sighed as your back hit the cold surface hard. He began to kiss your mouth with ferocity and vigor. You accepted each of his caresses without fighting for the little dignity you had left.
His movements were possessive and full of hunger; he tore your shirt with his strength and ripped your pants in less time than you expected. He did the same with your underwear until you were naked.
"Tonight you will remember who you are and what you are from now on until it is enough for me to be able to bear your lack of respect."
He subdued you. He turned your body and pulled your hair. Without wasting time, you heard how his panel opened and he entered you roughly.
You moaned.
"I'm sorry..." came out of your mouth in a murmur.
He rammed you against the table over and over again without mercy or rest. He used the hand that was in your hair to manipulate you as if you were a doll.
The sound of his pelvis hitting yours caused a constant echo in the room.
With all the fury he held, he took you.
But you could feel the doubt between his movements. It was as if his use of common sense and forgiveness were affected by you despite your actions.
Even though you had betrayed him, you were everything to him. You were.
And it hurt him terribly to know the truth.
He overstimulated your union and your genitals to show you his pain.
Your legs trembled, cascades of fluids from both of them dripped from them and reached the floor.
There were countless positions that he forced you into that night while he subjected you in his hands. You lamented. You asked for his forgiveness between moans. You cried and sobbed with pleasure. He stole your right to orgasm several times.
After several thrusts, you gave in.
" I-I can't anymore... please" You begged. You had tears in your eyes, your cheeks were tinted a soft reddish color, with your forehead and body full of sweat; you were an exquisite mess in his sight. You were overstimulated and any movement Optimus made affected you more than it should.
He forced you to look at him, squeezing your cheeks with one hand.
"I hope this is enough for you to understand the limits of my patience. It won't be the only time" he threatened you.
And he finally let you go. Your body ached and burned.
You saw him walk out of there through the door without expressing any emotion and without looking back. Your entrance throbbed and expelled Optimus' transfluid. Only he had the right to leave his evidence, since no other Autobot did.
But one thing was clear, you were no longer the Autobots' bitch, you were now Optimus Prime's bitch.
And that was just the beginning, you would be paying for what you had caused.
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