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Summary: Finding love within a war was dangerous, and even you knew that it could only end in disaster. Still no one was ever ready to say goodbye.
It was a harsh reality, unable to see any way out of this. To find a way we're everyone made it. However there wasn't one no matter how much he wanted to believe there was. They just needed more time. That's all it ever came down to, just a bit more time. They didn't have a enough of it and that was what led it all down to this. Yet to Y/N what use was there to return home when he had no one to share it with. He couldn't be angry at Optimus, no he couldn't find such an emotion in his spark even if he wanted to. Optimus Prime was the true definition of a good leader, he put his team first and maybe he held Y/N a little higher but the damage had already been done.
The moment he chose to remove the AllSpark from its containment. The very second it combined with the Matrix, meaning that they would have to say goodbye. They didn't have a lot of time to say good bye, they had won this war. Yet for what cost? The most noble leaders that this team would ever know. The most gentle and loving mech that Y/N would ever have the pleasure of knowing and the only would who had ever seen that side to him. The only one who knew just how frightened the Prime truly was, because they were sparkmates and told each other all there was to know about the other.
By now the others had left the two lovers to say their final goodbyes. Optimus was the one to break the silence, carefully lifting a digit the wipe the energon spilling down Y/N's faceplate.
"Y/N..."
"I'm I'm fine, you're doing it for Cybertron. I just I just wish there was another way."
Their servos intertwined and Y/N's eyes followed the movement. Never had he missed the hot dusty climate of Jasper, a base that was just a bit to small but had become home. Jasper was home, because despite everything Y/N was young he could recall only faint memories of his home planet. Even then who could say that the memories were an accurate reflection of what Cybertron had truly been?
He wanted to be back on Earth, laying on his berth with Optimus reluctantly lying beside him. Countless nights were spent forcing the autobot leader into recharge, because sometimes he forgot to take care of himself.
"I love you. That's what the humans say is it not? Primus I love you so fragging much." Y/N muttered, lifting his helm to lock optics with Optimus. Who shared the same look of despair, but this was for the survival of their fellow bots. Who was Y/N to demand something so selfish? Yet it was out of love, and love it seemed was known to make it's victims so outrageous things. Somehow he managed to keep himself from begging, stopping the words that sat just on the tip of his glossa. Words that begged for Optimus to stay with him, and screw anything else because what was the point when the promise of staying together was broken.
Maybe it had been a foolish promise, made in the heat of passion. To believe that in the midsts of a war nothing would ever threaten to end whatever it was they had created. Except the war was over, they had won and so why now did he have to loose the only thing that had been worth fighting for.
"I love you, Y/N. With every last bit of my spark, so please do not allow yourself to suffer when I am gone."
Optimus left him with one last kiss, one that neither wanted to end. Both trying to imprint the memory of the other into their processors. Yet everything came to an end and Y/N was only left to watch as his sparkmate disappeared. Everything inevitably came crashing down when he felt the tug in his spark, and then nothing. The empty bond telling him what he already knew. Optimus was gone. The mech collapsed to the ground, helm buried in his servos as the memories filled his thoughts.
"Y/N?" A servo was placed hesitantly on the mechs shoulder, and eventually he looked up. Arcee stood beside him, "I'm sorry." There wasn't much else to say. They were left to watch the last heroic act from the last Prime. Cybertron had been revived, but now it was Y/N who had been left lifeless.
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What the fuck. I wrote this in like twenty minutes and you can probably tell but the idea was in my head and I had to get it out.
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