Optimus Prime - TFP

Late evening. Base. You've just returned from a mission. Covered in dust, with a few scratches, your sensors are trembling with adrenaline. The red glow of the emergency lights runs across your armor—and you look even more dangerous than usual.

You burst into the main hall, threw your weapons on the table and exhaled loudly through the fans.

"If that idiot tries to boss me around again, I'll rip his head off!"

Silence reigned in the room.

Bumblebee stopped cleaning his blaster. Bulkhead raised his brow plate. Arcee pursed her lips. Ratchet merely shook his head. Even Ultra Magnus paused for a second, as if considering whether to comment.

And then you heard familiar, calm, heavy footsteps. Optimus appeared in the doorway—tall, calm, completely unperturbed, as if the storm in your form weren't raging before him. He walked straight toward you, ignoring the scattered weapons and the hum of your fans. He stopped next to you. Too close. And quietly said:

"You scared half the team again."

You turned to him abruptly. "They asked for it!"

"Let them try to speak normally! I'll be there too!"

He tilted his head and smiled slightly, barely noticeable, just at the corners of his lips.

"You're crazy."

You shuddered, ready to respond in kind... But he immediately, quietly added:

"But you are mine."

The room instantly fell silent. Everyone—from Bumblebee to Arcee—pretended to be busy, avoiding looking at you. You bit your lip, feeling something dangerous, warm, and painfully familiar flare up inside you. You approached him, boldly, almost defiantly.

"So what? Are you going to subdue me, Prime?"

He looked down at you, and for the first time that evening, there was that special sparkle in his eyes that was meant only for you.

"I'm not going to pacify you..."

"...I'm going to take you."

His hand settled on your waist, confidently, but surprisingly gentle for such a giant.

An almost awkward silence fell over the room. The team immediately began to disperse, so as not to disturb.