The Authoress

Chapter 21: I'm Good

(the pic is Corvin :3 )

 Chapter 21: I'm Good

(bad feels ahead, warning for non-con themes/suggestions (no rape happens, only hints at it but still) and panic attacks)

It had been a week, and the Autobots still could not stop giggling over the whole "dildo slap" encounter. Optimus had an embarrassed look on his face all week, but even he had smiled a few times when his men had started giggling out of nowhere.

The kids were, obviously, kept in the dark about the whole thing. It didn't make them any less curious, especially since even Ratchet and Optimus were smiling, the latter who had kept his emotions still contained around them. He was still fairly stoic when it came to the humans, especially one Agent Fowler. Optimus tried to keep himself in check even around his team when he could, he was still their leader after all and it wouldn't do good to get all, as Corvin called it, "Hunky-dory" around them. Altho, he had let himself become considerably less tense and a bit more open than before, which his team seemed thankful for.

Currently, he was in his quarters, attending to some data pads that needed signing. He was always careful when Agent Fowler gave him new paperwork to fill out. One time the Agent's superiors had snuck in some fine print concerning Cybertronian weaponry that they had tried to sneak in under the radar. They hadn't known that Optimus was previously a data filer, and went through every data pad with a fine-toothed comb.

Corvin was in the room as well. She currently sat on the floor, leaning against his legs and drawing on her data pad with a stylus. She hummed while she worked, a song that Optimus didn't recognize. She had allowed some of her helm armor to be removed, letting the bushel of fine wires to fall out and drape around her neck and shoulders.

Optimus was born without the helm wires, they were far more genetically common in femmes than mechs and Optimus wasn't one of the few mechs to have it. It did somewhat interested him, and made him wonder when the first bot was sparked with it.

Optimus ran his digits lightly through the wires on Corvin's helm, drawing a soft purr from her. They were very fine wires, and Optimus had the habit of running them through his digits whenever she had them out.

"Hnn, that feels nice" Corvin sighed out, her optics closing and her helm leaning into his servo. This brought a small smile to his face.

He... didn't know why he let Corvin affect him this way. Really it wasn't becoming of a Prime to fool around with one of his men. But he couldn't help it anymore.

He was..

Attached.

Optimus let out a soft sigh. Really, if the High Council back on Cybertron could see him now, they'd revoke his title. Not that it would really do anything now, ever since he received the Matrix of Leadership, his title was out of their servos. Now that Optimus thought about it, most of the council was offline now or a Decepticon. Strange how things work. But speaking of his Matrix, he hadn't received any negative feelings from the very slight bond he held with Primus through it. Normally when making a big decision, he could feel the impression of Primus's base feelings towards it; namely Disapproval and Approval. He had only felt it a handful of times, more near the beginning of the war when Cybertron was more healthy (more along the lines of alive at this point) than it is now.

But Optimus wasn't feeling anything from Primus. He wondered that if Primus's spark was more healthy, what would he think of his disciple now? Optimus knew he was no saint by any means, but... he really had tried his hardest throughout the war, gave every bit of himself to the cause that was possible and fought till his his last ounce of strength gave way. But looking back, Optimus really couldn't help but to dwell on what he hadn't done right. The failures and bad decisions, how many lives had been lost because of him and his inability to do what needed to be done.