#has it?

[therosecrest]

[paperstarwriters]

Every string, back to you.

Optimus prime x reader

Optimus considers what it'd mean for him to cut all ties to be with you.

Just a drabble really. Idk.

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There are a million lines, a thousand threads, all a tangled mess that makes up the universe.

And yet I'd cut them all, slice them to shreds, for a chance to tie one to you firmly.

"That one." Optimus said, making your head snap up to face him, torn away from the lined notebook you had been reading aloud to the one person you would ever trust enough to show. "I like that one."

You blinked. Once, twice. A curious, confused glitter blooming in your eyes. as you inspected him, trying to divine the unspoken answers from his face alone.

"... Really?" a pause, and then you said with a worried frightened voice, tampered with a wobbly smile "but you wouldn't. Would you?"

And Optimus could only imagine the sight that poured into your mind. Of all the carnage that would surely ensue from a careless cut of all his ties. Optimus was needed. Optimus was someone pivotal to the Autobot cause, he knew Megatron more intimately than any other. And if there was any chance at ending that bot's rule, and bringing to life the ideals he had for a better society, of fulfilling the dreams of Orion Pax and Megatronus, it would have to be from his guidance.

And if he cut all his ties early, well, what carnage would arise from it?

Cybertron, Earth, and all the planets in between would become casualties, Megatron would impose tyrannical rule over all, and you amidst all of it would suffer the price. You and anyone— everyone you loved would suffer.

"No." Optimus replied, a small, placating smile etched onto his face. "No, I won't. Don't worry."

And though a faint sadness filled you, you relaxed, and you smiled. Genuine, bright. Stars could collide and burn galaxies to shreds, and they'd never compare to the light of your smile.

If you had a spark —if your soul was visible in the same tangible light that made up his own— you could probably fuel a thousand galaxies from the light that would radiate from it.

Optimus smiled in turn.

He was lying.

He'd cut all those ties. Sever them with a ruthlessness that he did not even offer to Megatron, and he would leave all the ends to be collected by the crowds and weaved into whatever the hell they wanted. He'd cut all of them to sit safely and soundly with you. But he'd do so after he rest assured that you were safe. After everyone he loved and cared about was safe.

When the war was won, and when the dust settled, he'd cut all ties, and live with you.

"Keep reading." Optimus urged fondly and softly, with a warmth that once many would have said seemed uncharacteristic of him, a warmth that only those who knew him longer used to marvel at the sight when it resurfaced as short-lived sparks. "I'm still listening."

And again, you smiled, peering back down into the open book cradled in your arms, telling tall tales of the little lines scrawled into the pages, all filled with random ideas, story beats from stories long lost, and devastating lines crafted either by yourself or by another poet or author who managed to capture your heart in the pages they left behind.

It was your heart, rendered out in words, your mind, detailed in a beautiful display.

And it served as a reminder, for why he had to fight this war.

Why he must return alive.

[jaskierek]

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