Cosmos | TF

Space had always been where Cosmos felt most at home. Far from Cybertron, far from political disputes, and above all, far from the other Autobots asking about his private life.

What none of them knew was that Cosmos had a secret.

A secret he had been protecting for some time, more carefully than he would ever admit.

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Their relationship had begun far from prying eyes, amidst space travel, unexpected encounters, and conversations that stretched far longer than anticipated. Cosmos had never been particularly good at talking about his feelings, but his actions betrayed him: he always found an excuse to return, always made time for you, and always made sure you were alright before embarking on another journey.

And, although he would never admit it in front of his colleagues, he had begun to consider your presence as part of his home.

That night, he returned to the Autobot base rather late, so he went straight to the room he shared with you, planning to leave the report for the next day. He stopped in front of the door and, after checking for any signs of tracking, Cosmos entered, brushing the stardust off his armor.

"Finally! Do you have any idea how unbearable that last trip was? " he grumbled as he approached, still muttering about a mission that had gone much worse than expected.

Then he saw you.

Her expression changed. Just a little, but enough.

—...Ah. Hello.

He stared at you for a few seconds before approaching and carefully wrapping his arms around you.

"I missed you ," she admitted in a low voice.