♥︎ Transformers Imagines ♥︎ (Bayverse, TFP, Rescue Bots)

➤ 2. Optimus and Ellie (Bayverse)

Prompt: "You are my home."
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: Immense Fluff 😍

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Being with the leader of the Autobots was no easy task. From the press to the rest of the world, and his busy schedule. Most of the time he was busy keeping the Autobots on track with rebuilding Cybertron or dealing with the United Nations and their political drama.

There were periods of time where I wouldn't see him for days, maybe weeks. At one point, I went two months without seeing him. I counted down the days until I heard the familiar truck horn outside the house, running to the front door to greet him.

Yet again, I was counting the days. Three weeks, two days, six hours and thirteen minutes since he'd left to supervise Cybertron's reconstruction. I knew what a relationship with him would incur. And yet I persevered, busying myself with baking for the third night in a row to distract myself from the emptiness of the house.

Usually, I would be able to hear a new type of music every night. Or a new sport playing on the TV, or some old movie echoing through the house as Optimus studied more and more of human culture. It'd become a challenge at this point, introducing him to everything I adored and finding out what his taste in music was, or what movies he'd rather watch.

It was amusing to find out he liked musicals, and actually smiled at comedies. Speaking of, the soft strumming of a guitar filled the room and one of my favourite songs began to play on my Spotify playlist. I hummed along to the male voice as James Arthur began to sing, swaying from side to side gently as I iced the now cold cupcakes on the bench.

"Just say you won't let go..." It felt good to sing, even quietly so. I used to sing all the time when I was a little girl, but after the events of Mission City, I found myself too distraught to sing. Now, all these years later, having survived so many battles and ended up in a lovely house with a handsome man at my side, I felt like it was time to resume the pastime.

I had gotten so wrapped up in my decorating session that I missed the sound of heavy boots coming in through the front door, and the quiet humming of Optimus making his way through the house to find me. Of course, I felt his arms encircling my waist as he leaned into my back, exhaling softly.

"I've missed you, my love." It gave me a momentary fright, hearing Optimus' voice beside my ear. I thought for a second that I'd started to lose my mind, hearing his voice when he wasn't here. But the feeling of his lips against the side of my neck confirmed that he was indeed home from Cybertron. "Certainly feels like it,"

I murmured, moving onto the next cupcake as Optimus rested his chin in the crook of my neck, swaying along with me in the kitchen as the soft music continued to play. It wasn't often the Prime allowed himself a moment to let loose, so I was trying my best to enjoy the moment while it lasted.

"I'm so in love with you, and I hope you know," Leaving the cupcakes on standby, I turned to face Optimus, cupping his holoform's face in my much smaller hands. My fingers left little marks of flour on his cheekbones from when I rolled the fondant, and yet he didn't seem to care.

To my surprise, Optimus kept up with the swaying, looking down at me with his deep blue eyes. I'd gotten so lost in his eyes that it came as yet another surprise when he whispered the next line of lyrics. "We've come so far my dear, look how we've grown,"

My look of surprise must have tipped him off because he gave a soft smile before leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead. "You've played this song so many times that I've learned the lyrics." Of course. I played it every time I baked because it put me in a wonderful mood.

As the song reached its last verse, I fully leaned against his chest as I wrapped my arms around his waist, depending on him once again to keep us steady as I relaxed in the moment. "I don't believe I will ever tire of holding you like this." Optimus' words brought a smile to my face, and I unconsciously tightened my arms around him.

For the longest time, I admired the Autobot leader for his strength and determination to defend his family. It was only when I became close with him that I understood why he fought so hard. With the loss of Cybertron came the loss of his home. And humanity was the only other species that allowed him and the Autobots to call it home.

Still, with Cybertron now somewhat attached to Earth, there was always a sneaking suspicion in the back of my mind that Optimus would one day wish to return to his home. His real home. The song suddenly came to a close, silence filling the kitchen as my Spotify playlist reached its end.

As if Optimus could feel the frown forming on my face, he moved me back to confirm his hunch. I did my best to appear happy, but Optimus could see right through me as usual. "Ellie, what's wrong?" He sounded genuinely concerned for my emotional well-being, taking the time to tuck the loose strands of my hair behind my ear so he could see my face better.

I wish I could just push the thoughts from my mind, but I couldn't. They circled me day and night, looming over me and leaving me with the fear that every time I saw Optimus, it may well be the last time. That the pull he felt towards Cybertron would overpower his attachment to me. And that was scary. I'd become so used to Optimus' presence in my life, that losing him would be like losing a part of me.

"I... I don't want you to leave." The wording of my answer could use some work, as it caused Optimus to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, one of his hands lifting to cup my cheek ever so gently. As I leaned into his touch, he let out a breathy laugh. "I just got home. I'm not going anywhere, my love. Not for a good while, at least."

I knew he meant his missions. Crossing the oceans to meet with politicians and introduce laws around the co-existence of Transformers. But that little part of me spoke up once again, whispering into my ear that he would only stay so long as I remained youthful and useful. That the second I left this Earth, he would return to his home planet, my passing a mere afterthought in his processor.

"I meant to Cybertron. Your real home." Optimus' frown softened as I mentioned his home planet, the sight making me wince. Perhaps it was all too true. But moments later, Optimus chuckled. A quiet, hearty chuckle.

"Ellie, when I first came to Earth, Cybertron had been laid waste to after centuries of war. It was nothing more than a shell of its former existence, and it saddened me to see it so. But when I met you," He pressed another kiss to my forehead, my heart fluttering in response, "Cybertron became my birthplace. It was no longer my home. It was once I met you, that I found my new home."

I looked up at Optimus for what seemed like the longest time. I was unable to piece together what I wanted to say, the enormous relief I felt over his answer had rendered me speechless. Rather than ruining what he said with mindless mumbling, I went on my tippy toes in order to kiss him. It wasn't often I received proper kisses from Optimus, let alone ones I initiated.

But he happily kissed me back, smiling into it as he pulled me that little bit closer by my waist. By the time we pulled apart, I was breathless and giddy, smiling at his handsome holoform. For a huge lumberjack looking man, he was quite the gentleman. "So, to put your mind at ease,"

Optimus gently wiped away a dusting of flour from my shoulder as he paused, before looking back into my eyes. "While I still think of Cybertron as where I was made, it is no longer my home." He reached somewhere behind me, and seconds later suddenly tapped his index finger against the tip of my nose, leaving behind a smudge of icing. "You are my home."

I wiped it away as I giggled, fully reassured that he was prepared to stay with me. "God I love you," Still covered in half of my baking ingredients, I pulled him in for another lasting kiss, well aware that his clothes now wore most of my mess. "And I love you, sweetspark."

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Hope it's okay. I'm not terribly good at nailing Optimus' character but I imagine he's a total softy on the inside.

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