Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

My Worse Enemy Part 4 (Megatron X Femme! Reader X Optimus)

A/N: School has started, and I'm not done with this eeeeeeee

I am trying to finish this without making it too rushed, so bear with me here okay but here is the last chapter of this angst that I have oh-so gracefully prepared :D

TW: Slight NSFW mentions and thoughts (no smexy scene, I don't write it here. If you found my AO3...well, good day for you, ain't it?), HEAVY ANGST.

(No, there is no NSFW version of this, I do not condone whatever bad thoughts here, I like consent. Remember kids, NSFW yes, but always with consent! Wild as you may be, always have the right consent, yeh?)

Edit: Just...read this story with tissues. I have one close by too, lmao. I've got class at 9am and I finished this at 1am- HAHHAHAHAHA (Sob with me yall)

...No wonder Megatron wants my head.

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Since the arrival of Nemesis, our dear leader has not had any peace. Optimus's new yet not-so-friendly companion taunted him daily, plaguing the mech with ludicrous and even lustful thoughts about you.

To say that the mech was not affected by it, would be a lie.

'I need to work, Nemesis.' Optimus growled internally.

'A quick frag with (Y/N) would absolutely boost your stamina~'

'Please, shut the frag up.'

'Feisty.' Nemesis chuckled. 'Come on, you know she'll love those glossa of yours-'

The Prime exhaled loudly and slammed his servos on the table, jolting everyone in the vicinity.

"By the Allspark, Optimus! What has gotten into you?" Ratchet yelled, giving his best friend a look of concern.

Gritting his dentas, the annoyed leader shook his helm and transformed before driving away.

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"What's up with boss?" Bulkhead scratched his helm.

"Million-dollar question right there." Jack sighed, looking at the tire marks of the Prime. "Optimus, he seems...off."

"No shit sherlock, Jack." Miko rolled her eyes. "Didn't think we'd get to see Mr. Stoic break his composture."

"Miko, be nice." Raf replied as he frowned at the Japanese girl.

"Maybe if he didn't startle me, I would be."

"ENOUGH! Can't you bots just leave him alone?" Ratchet said, silencing everyone. "Don't be too concerned, Optimus's...like that."

The Autobots and human allies gave the medic a look of incredulous, because in no FRAGGING way their Optimus would act in such manner.

For Primus's sake, he's a Prime!

...Right?

By the corner, you watched the entire scene unfolded, seemingly worried for your leader. You hobbled off from the empty stacks and limped away to the designated berthrooms. You stopped by Optimus's door and paused, decided if you should go in to find any clues to his worry.

Peering left and right, you huffed softly and went into Optimus's room.

Your dermas formed into an 'O' shape as you saw how...empty his room is.