A Year Of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles

A Year of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles - June

Wedding/proposal

“- and I’ve got a great view of the river!” Orion Pax enthused, lifting another box down.

“Sounds great.” Ariel wrote down the recipient and tried to keep her smile in place. “Soon you’ll be out of this job and in the archives, yeah?” - and lightyears out of my reach.

Orion was still talking as he loaded it.

“And – since I’ve got my own place now - and there’s that promotion down the line – and I’ve got a bit saved up for things – I think we should bond,” he said in a single vent, keeping his back to her.

Saving the World

She told everyone it was for extra credit in science. Really, it was to make sure slag-for-brains Pax didn’t sink into the Sodium Swamp and drown.

“Look! It’s got toadlets!”

Pax was leaning over a wriggling puddle.

“Aren’t they cute?” he asked, gazing down affectionately.

“Yeah, cute,” she said. He was going to topple over. “Pax, your pedes are sinking again –“

“Oh! Oops.” He lifted them with a loud sucking sound and trudged forwards. “That’s six endangered species we’ve marked down! They couldn’t possibly build on it now!”

She followed grudgingly.

“Yeah, Pax, we’re saving the whole fraggin’ world.”

(accidental) love confession

Decked out in temp paint and stencils, a false visor, and miles away from the base, Elita-1 waited in line, clutching a fresh copy of Eternal Spark.

Hers was dented and scuffed to Pit. She couldn’t ask Optimus Prime to sign that.

She rehearsed in her processor - “I love your books. You’re my favorite author.”

I was drowning until I read your novels. They were my light.

“Please make it out to Lita.”

If you believe in love like that, maybe I can too.

She reached the front.

Optimus smiled.

“I love you. Make out with me.”

SCRAP.

He grinned.

“You aren’t what I expected”

This was the Prime? The divine mech she was honor-bound to defend?

His frame DID bristle with weapons and his helm DID brush the ceiling, true. Holy light softened the lines of his face and his optics blazed with purpose.

It was just that he was holding a tiny, jelly-coated truck, miniature wheels spinning excitedly as the Prime gently scolded.

“That’s naughty, Dion. We don’t – oh.”

“Hi.” Elita-1 subtly subspaced the Starsaber. Not like she could offer it to him now with his servos…full.

“I’m supposed to accept your fealty today, aren’t I?”

“Yep.”

“Sorry. This is unprofessional.”

“No…just unexpected.”

“Downpour”

Earth held many miracles. They had new friends and allies. A hopeful future.

Today, he watched Elita discover the humans’ painless version of acid-rain – a sun-shower.

She laughed and offlined her optics, tilting her face upwards. He could hear the tiny droplets pinging off her helm and the fine mist threw rainbows across her plating.

He stepped towards her, the puddles beneath his pedes warm as bathwater where they pooled on the hot tarmac.

She turned to him, optic still dark, and smiled.

“Water is their energon?” she asked, her English accented with Iaconian. “Their life-fluid falls from the stars?”

Soulmate AU

Elita-1 smacked her helm into the wall, ignoring the guards’ odd looks – they’d hired her to lead the new Prime’s security – you want a “vicious Kaonite warrior” you got one – and tried to shake the sting from her digits.

Her sparkmate was definitely in Iacon. Once was a fluke, but every time she’d ended up here – trade treaties, mercenary contracts, guarding idealistic younglings around this soft-sparked city – she felt the phantom sensations of her sparkmate’s servos.

They’d smacked them fraggin’ hard against something.

BANG! A guard tumbled in.

“Red! Optimus tripped over his pedes again! He broke the Primal Scepter!”

A Year Of Moments Elita/Optimus Drabbles - June

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