⸝⸝Oplita : One-Shots ⟢꒱

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୨୧ EP TWO : FLUFF ' DISCLAIMER ! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ ! THIS CHAP. CONTAINS FLUFF AND WHOLESOMENESS + AU : POST-WAR, SOME DECEPTICONS REVERTED TO THE SHADOWS OR BECAME ONE WITH THE AUTOBOTS. ALTHOUGH FACTIONS WERE NOW UNREQUIRED, SOME JOINED PURELY TO SHOW CHANGE AND MAKE A FRESH START. YOU MAY SEE DECEPTICONS AS AUTOBOTS IN THIS CHAPTER. REGARDS, CHARLES  ⟡

|| In regards, I apologise for the previous chapter. Here is your dose of happy ending chapter. Happy reading ! :D

Arcee slid her digits into a silk ribbon, pulling it out swift as a professional would. She looked up and smiled at her sister warmly ( guys im so confused different sites tell me she's either elita's sister or daughter lets just roll with sibling ) . Elita looked back up at Arcee, her eyes softening tearily. 

"Aren't you glad, this war was all for something?" gushed Arcee, pinning glossy pink bows decoratively on her sister. "Oh, you're gonna make a gorgeous bride!" 

Elita smiled at her reflection in the mirror, holding herself upright. Her autobot colleagues had happily polished and prettied her up to perfection; Wheeljack weeping in the process. She had a lovely white crown fixed upon her head, little strings of pearls hanging down, with four-pointed star rhinestones atop the crown. It slotted onto her rose headpiece ornately. Her powdered pale face flushed cyber-blue at the prospect of Optimus carrying her down the aisle. Ideally, bridal-styled, and of course, his strong, careful servos' holding her by her waist and legs. A snow white dress had been ingeniously crafted by ratchet, a long silken thing, partially transparent, with a iridescent gossamer, and the skirt parted two ways, splitting to form a triangular gap. The bodice was curved with a intricate B-shaped top-line, embroidered with cobalt diamonds and a pink crystalline heart at the bodice's crest. When her spark glowed during the final vows, it'd surely shine through the heart beautifully, bound to cast a warm rainbow light upon the aisle. This was her happy ending, everything she ever wanted, with every single piece of her soul. She'd always had been Optimus's partner in assistance, but now she really was going to be his partner, bound to him for Primus beyond and many cycles ahead of them. Till they were rusty and stiff to the touch, she knew she'd admire her Prime as the big strong leader he'd had been for so long, and would remain as that image for forever more.

For once, the confident and chatty femme was at a loss for words. 

And maybe she was okay with that.

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Optimus was shaking, jittering in his big metal body infrastructure, so much so Jazz gave him a rough, echoey chuckle.

"Our leader Prime, our great defender, the bot who destroyed the hinder of generations, the almighty Prime of our time, is terrified of marriage?" Jazz teased. "What's tickling you, Prime? The commitment?"

Bee butt in humorously, "I bet he's scared. It should be him in Ratchet's gorgeous dress, for frag's sake. I would be too! Elita's a online punching-machine, I'd be scared to bits marrying a bot like her!"

Optimus groaned in frustration. "Well it's a good thing she's going to be my wife then. And I'm not scared of commitment, Jazz!" His face dispersed to what looked rather disconcerted and aghast. He looked rather afraid, really, tense and anxious. He started fiddling with his digits, making them trace around in circles on his metallic servos'. 

"What if I'm not a good enough husband for Elita?" he jumbled huskily, sitting down from his previous pace-back-and-forth routine. "I mean, I love her, I swear it on Alpha Trion. I really do. -his eyes dim in anxiety, seeming less bright and sparkly - but I own so much regrets holding me back. How could she ever forgive me for all these years of pain and suffering? And she's always been there, loyally, never left me or lost hope in me. She's changed me for the better, and unimaginably so...but, I don't think, or I don't know if I'm good enough?"