⸝⸝Oplita : One-Shots ⟢꒱

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୨୧ EP ONE : POST-WAR ' DISCLAIMER ! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ ! THIS CHAP. CONTAINS FLUFF AND ANGST ⟡ 

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A heavy, deep blue servos sat gently a-top the shoulder of the milky-pink femme, to whom instantly familiarised to who the gentle touch belonged to.

"Optimus." came the amused voice of the pink autobot, her voice pretty as the sultry magenta lips it came from.

"Elle." returned the deep voice of the great leader Prime, who's grin could be heard in his heavy voice. He owned a voice as loud as a sailor, but gentler than a summer breeze. Elita's flexible arm coiled in a swift reflex around Optimus's hefty build. She prised his fingers open and shut all while maintaining contact within both their optics.

"You know how much I detest that name." Elita murmured, her own cornflower-blue optics interlocking with the cobalt of Prime's. The leader's smile just stretched further across his steel face, his arms handsomely flowing downwards, around the sleek waist of his loyal femme. 

"Do I?" joked Optimus, pulling Elita to the ground, affectionately gravitating her downwards to pull her in to his warm embrace. She allowed herself to sit within the strong navy arms of her beloved partner, cybertron's saviour. 

It was moments like these, she felt her spark thud against her chest, warmer than ever. She couldn't name anything she wanted more in the multiverse than to lie comfortably in the security of the autobot she loved most. The two settled in the grassy ferns of a field, a desolated place on the outskirts of Iacon, with a peaceful amount of tranquility and quiet. The two nuzzled lovingly against each other's mech, the last rays of sunset glimmering onto them. Optimus's warm digits traced over every crack of Elita's helmet, fondling her head sweetly, showering her temple with kisses, soft over her cool, hard head. He found his palms curled around her rose antennas. He smiled. She was beautiful.

So beautiful.

Sweet as a flower, and as lovely as the daylight. 

Memories flooded his processor, overshadowing all those from the war, all the anguish and pain fallen behind the touching ones of him and his lover. The femme who had stayed loyally by his side and never strayed, proving herself to her true faction, and to her true love. Memories so avid he could remember it so clearly, and think of it so fondly, it brought a smile to him. One particular memory lingered longer than the rest. It seemed like a key memory, an important one.

Oh yeah.

Their first meeting.

... Several years prior,  

"Pax, a little assistance here."
"Certainly." Young Orion made his way towards a berth in the Medbay, his optics catching sight of a severely injured bot set down, supervised by Ironhide, one of Orion's companions.
"A femme?" queried Orion quietly, murmuring to himself. Her shoulders were sleek and slightly scratched, with a few cables disconnected. Nothing beyond repair. He was enchanted by her appearance, her pink colour pleasing and pretty.
"Mmm." Ironhide flicks a metal digit at his friend. "Get your optics off the poor thing, you creep. And help. Properly."

Clink. Whir. Hff. 

The bot stirred slowly, recovering from her post-injury. She opened her jaw to speak, yet seemed to be too in pain she found difficulty to. Instead, she blinked her big beautiful eyes of turquoise at Orion. He looked at at her with such adoration she felt immense flattery course through her regenerated cables. Orion gestured to his lips dramatically, flapping his servos at them, making the Missus mouth twitch in what seemed to be amusement.

"I am Orion Pax, student of the lord Alpha Trion." mouthed Orion, his lips moving slowly to each syllable. 

The female bot rubbed her digit against her scratched collar, tracing over what seemed to spell at the name "Ariel". Orion nodded understandingly, and enthusiastically held her up, surprising the newfound bot with uncalled for brute strength. 

"Ariel, Ariel, Ariel!" sung Orion in a chanting-voice, making his fingers draw a heart in the air. Ironhide simply groaned at the fool Orion was making himself out to be. However, the femme seemed to show displeasure at her name. She began furiously scratching the letters out on her collar, before Orion stopped her with a jolt.

"Shall we find a new name for you?" Pax asked, and the bot sat up eagerly, the pain dissolving from her injuries. "Alrighty. Aurore? Honora? Belle-13?" She tilted her head, in a rather disapproving manner.

Orion tried again. "I'm trying to find an elite name for an elite femme like you. Like, your the first one to ever catch my eye! Hey, hang on, Elite...Elit-er...Elite-ah? One? Elita-1?" 

Elita nodded with vigour, and the words finally seemed to hook on her tongue. 

"Pleased to meet you, Orion."

Present

To Optimus, the memories tasted like honey--warm, sugary, honey. He could feel his spark beat against his chest, at the mere thought of the autobot he felt so much love for. A single memory for overjoy the autobot leader more than anything in the world. He felt a mass of gratitude to own those loving memories, and he could feel himself love her more by every new thought of her. Optimus looked up at the gorgeous sunset, the light cascading onto his metallic cheeks.

"Thank you for being here for me always, El."  revelled Optimus, his voice soft. He awaited her reply, his audio receptors readily perked up. To which silence bellowed in response.

"El?"

Silence.

"Elita?"

He shook the weight of his lover in his arms, his one and only bot of his dreams. 

He felt his servo cut through the moist air. What? Elita was not in his arms? But how, she was just here, they had their happy ending, and--

that's right. 

They never got their happy ending. Not for the one faithful, always loyal, always courageous partner in success, other part of Dear Prime.

Optimus's metal jaw fell open, desperately clawing back at the air as his false ideation of his deluded reality seeped away into the mist, yearning for the comfort of the happy imaginary ending again. To laugh beside his one true love. It was gone, it was going, it was all gone, she was gone, Elita was gone, he had to save her. He choked back some tears in his eyes, unable to carry the mass of weight of his own body, he felt himself crumbling to the ground. He'd won a war, but at the expense of losing much more than was required. He could feel the body of Elita again, yet it was unresponsive and cold, broken as he had once met her. He was holding her, cradled like the perfect bride, but not how it was supposed to be. This would be the last time he'd hold her again, it wouldn't be the joyous mark of starting their new wonderful life together, he was supposed to hold her like this on the day he'd say his vows, never like this. He did make a vow to Elita, that he'd never let this war separate their bond, yet it had done worse than separate, and broken that vow by yards. He felt this loss was his limit, and found himself convulsing into tears, broken sobs, tears that screamed what his own words couldn't.

"I'm...sorry.." whispered Prime, his voice incoherent through his shaky mouth. "I couldn't keep my promise, or keep you."