A/N:I'm sorry to say that my Ioa series is being put off so long but I'm in love with this one shots series XD. As always, try to find as many easter eggs as you could! I'll uncover all of it later on UWU
I'll update my Ioa series soon XD SORRY!
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(Y/N) and Optimus stared at each other awkwardly, none daring to move. After a long period of silence, Optimus stood up. (Y/N) released a shaky breath and did the same. She noticed the cuts in his feet and gasped.
"H-Hey! You're bleeding! Y-Your legs..." She trailed off, trying to find a cloth. Optimus tilted his head at her actions, confused.
"Why...are you...concerned?" he asked, grabbing hold of the lady's hand. This time, she didn't manage to stop herself from squealing. Her high-pitched noise made Optimus ticked off and he pulled her close, his bloodied hands clamping her mouth shut.
'KILL HER!'
'STOP, NO!'
'SHE'S GOING TO CALL THE COPS AND YOU'LL BE TAKEN BACK!'
(Y/N) hits his arms, crying as she tries to fight away from his grasp. (Y/N) was getting a little lightheaded due to the oxygen being cut off but she tried to fight back.
"Mhmph! Mhpmh!" the lady muffled voice made Optimus even more angry.
"Shut up! Don't speak! T-They'll come f-for me!" Optimus's voice faltered; he was looking around worriedly. (Y/N) stop struggling and he released his grip on her. She fell to the ground, choking and gasping for air. Optimus backs away as the voice attacks him, making him even more terrified and confused.
'LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU NEARLY KILLED HER!' The voice scolded. Optimus's eyes softened and he dropped to the lady's side.
"I-I didn't m-mean to..." he stumbled, wincing a little. (Y/N) looked up to him shakily before gulping, wiping her eyes.
"Y-You nearly...killed me..." (Y/N) hiccuped, eyes red from crying. Optimus looked down, tugging at his worn-out shirt.
'Ask for help...'
'Yeah, right. We nearly committed murder. The girl wouldn't want to help us, dipshit.'
'Have faith...'
'Oh, please! You don't even sound convinced!'
Optimus furrowed his eyebrows and spoke up, eyes glistening as he chose to listen to the good voice.
"C-Can you...help me...? I'm s-sorry for attacking..." he asked. (Y/N) hesitantly looked towards the injured man and sighed, her good-hearted nature getting the best of her.
'He didn't mean to attack me; he was just spooked from me suddenly screaming...' (Y/N) thought to herself, feeling bad for the man before her.
"Fine...but we need to give you a name, okay?"
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After a long, tedious moment of cleaning the man from his wounds and all, I found an oversized T-shirt and a loose pants for him. I've also managed to clean the floors after the mess he made. All in all, it took me 4 hours. Which means it is now 7am in the morning. Dear Lord, I need sleep badly and so does he.
By the way, I need to mention that how in God's name is he still alive? With the amount of blood that he lost, he should be shivering and most probably be dead by now!
Looking at the cleaned man, I sighed and helped him up to my room. Though, my help seemed to be useless as he could walk upstairs just fine...if you ignore the limp of his injured ankle. I gave him the room to my left to sleep, but he was afraid of being alone. Tugging at the hem of my shirt, he gave me a look of sadness as he spoke.
"M-M'lady... may I stay w-with you...?"
Oh, right. He's calling me 'm'lady' for some reason even after I've already mentioned my name to him.
"Mark..." that was the name I gave him. I was looking at the man with uncertainty. Sighing, I nodded and let him in my room.
Only for today.
"Come here, Mark." I said, patting the bed. He obediently climbed up and sat next to me, still looking at me with those teary-big eyes.
You know, they are starting to have an effect on me. They are SO DAMN CUTE!
Covering him with my large blankets, I made him lie down with me. The close proximity didn't seem to bother me at all, for some reason. Probably he's a cyborg and they are manufactured to make me not scared-
Okay, I need to stop.
"Get some rest, Mark. We'll figure something out when we wake up, okay?" I said, calming the man down by running my hands up and down on his back, lulling him into sleep.
"Thank you...M'lady..." his eyes fluttered and he was out. Smiling, I finally snuggled in my duvets and carried on my long-awaited sleep.
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I woke up at 12 in the afternoon. Glancing towards my left, I realised the man was still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed. I gently got out of the bed, but Mark heard the shuffles of the blanket and immediately sprang up, hugging my hips.
"M-M'lady! You're awake!" he said, smiling.
Oh, he's cute. And I was wrong of him being asleep. Had he been up all morning?
"Hey there, big guy. Did you manage to rest?" I chuckled, ruffling his hair. He took my hands and purred as he rubbed his face onto my palms.
"Yes...I came online prior a few minutes ago, m'lady." He replied, still enjoying the warmth from my hands. After I had helped the man to get cleaned up and all, he seemed to be sticky with me.
Meh, he's actually quite attractive so I don't mind. Besides, he's cute.
"I need to get changed, wait here for a while. Okay?" I said. Mark nodded, releasing my grip. His eyes never left me as I went to the bathroom and changed out of my sleeping attire to a simple white T-shirt and black baggy pants.
I came out of the bathroom, brush in my teeth as I gave him a smile. He was looking at me curiously, eyes squinting on my toothbrush. Taking it out, I looked at it before popping it back into my mouth and I went back in to spit out. After done freshening up, I took out an extra toothbrush, squeezed it with toothpaste before calling Mark over.
"Mark! Can you come over here please?" I said. A pair of shuffling footsteps could be heard and he came into the bathroom, looking down at me.
Oh, he's fucking tall for Christ's sake!
"Here, brush your teeth." I said, handing the toothbrush to him. He gave me a look of confusion and I picked up mine. I put mine into my mouth and he followed me. I made a brushing motion and he did the same. After a few minutes, he was done and gave me his curious look again.
"What was...that for?" he asked, spitting out again in the sink, the aftertaste of the toothpaste was not up to his liking.
"That's called brushing your teeth. It's too clean it, my dear. The taste will wear off soon, don't worry." I said, taking a cloth and wiping off the leftover toothpaste froth by the side of his beard.
"Do you want to trim your beard, or just leave it?" I asked, realising the man before me needed a proper haircut and some trimming to his beard. Mark pondered for a moment before nodding along, but his eyes spoke a different matter.
"It's okay, I won't hurt you." I assured him. Taking out a pair of clean scissors, some cloth and a stool, I made Mark sat down and started trimming his hair just a little, to make it look not so shabby. I worked through his hair quick before helping him with his beard.
"M-M'lady...the beard..." he said, grasping my hands lightly.
"You want to keep them?" I asked, stroking his face a little. He nodded.
"Okay, I won't trim them so much." I said, and tidied him up. Within moments, the dishevelled look of Mark was gone and he was much handsome than before.
Meaning, he was already fragging handsome way before I gave him a haircut!
Wiping off the excess hair from his back, I gave the cute honest man in front of me a smile.
"Well, aren't you so handsome, darling?" I said, keeping back all my stuff. Mark stood up, touching his face and hair while looking at the mirror. His eyes flashed so many emotions, but the most prominent ones were shocked and...sadness?
"Is this...me?" he breathed out, looking down at his bandaged hands.
"Yes, it is. Don't worry, whatever it is, we'll be together. I'm not leaving you." I assured the man. Mark gave me a look of disbelief before morphing into a look of gratitude.
"Thank you, M'lady."
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That was ONE MONTH AGO.
Currently, Mark and I were at the library where I worked. The library was owned by a strange old man. Some said he was crazy while others said he was senile, but he was none of the above. I chose to believe that he was wise if anything, because he is.
His name was Albert Terrence. He had a long beard and a look of wisdom. He was always in the back office, writing and cataloguing something. There was one peculiar thing that stood out from the man. Mr. Albert would be frequently found writing something in this very large book, a quill in hand.
A feather quill, by the way. It was surprisingly white and had never changed colour even after being used for so long. His handwritings were as beautiful as his stories and poetries. I don't get to read them too often, but when I had the chance, I would take a copy and indulge myself in the beauty of his words.
When I came in to work one day, I found him already waiting for me. He quickly ushered me in his workspace and smiled, hands stroking his beard.
"Hello, (Y/N). It's been a while." He said, giving me a wistful smile. I poured the tea and handed him a cup. Bringing them close to his nose, he smiled and took a sip.
"Mhmm...lemon tea, my favourite. Thank you, dear." He said, smiling.
"Please, you were already waiting for me. Which brings me to the question, why?" I said, smirking back at the old man as I drank my warm tea. Albert chuckled, giving me a look of mischief.
"How's Mark?" he asked and I spitted out my tea.
"OKAY! HOW-"
"My dear, you should know better than to question my ways, sweetspark." He laughed; his wrinkles crinkled as he smiled brightly. Mr. Albert had this gift of clairvoyance, but everyone thinks he's senile. The people would come to lend books and he knows EXACTLY what they want. Heck, he even knows when they will come again at some point!
"That's so...creepy and cool at the same time, sir." I admitted, stirring my tea.
"Yet it did not drive you away from me, (Y/N). I'm an old man, you could have just taken my words as...someone senile and out of their mind." He said wistfully.
"Oh please, those are special gifts. Any other person with the right mind should be in awe of your capability, not to run away and be afraid...unless they have something to hide." I said.
'Oh (Y/N), such a kind and accepting spark...no wonder Primus has set his optics on you...' Albert thought, looking at the femme human with love. He had been looking out for the young lady ever since she turned up to his workspace, asking for a place to work.
"Thank you, little one. Now, how is the young man?" Albert said, a placid smile formed in his face. (Y/N) sighed, stirring her cup of tea mindlessly as she explained.
"He was actually not happy with me leaving the house. I think you know the reason why he's at my house...right?" I said, looking up at the old wise man.
"Indeed. But this is one important mystery that sadly I cannot tell you, little one. Although, I may give you a few hints to aid your journey. Next time you come in sweetspark, bring him along. I don't mind the extra company." Albert said, setting the empty cup down.
"R-Really?" I said, unbelieving. Albert nodded before picking up his quill and wrote something.
"When the time is right, I'll guide you and...Mark to the right path. For now, you should return home." He said.
"B-But I-I just got here!" I said, checking the time-
It's already 6pm, way past my shift. I looked back up to the mysterious man in shock, but all I received was an amused look from the old man.
"I-I...fine. Thanks for the help, Mr. Albert." I said, packing my stuff. He waved me off, but called me back last minute with a sheepish smile on his face.
"When you return tomorrow, could you be a dear and bring some sweets, darling?" he requested. I chuckled, giving him a thumbs up and bid him goodnight.
Mr. Albert's definition of sweets were chocolate chip cookies.
Back to the present, me and Mark were sorting out books, the latter surprisingly being very good at it. He catalogued everything perfectly and placed them on the racks neatly. He took great care at handling the books although he was way bigger and taller, making these novels in the cart looking like small notepad when placed in his palm.
The only downside of this was that Mark was very easily side-tracked. VERY EASILY.
"(Y/N), what shall we be doing after this shift?" Mark said, smiling at me as he handed me another book to stamp.
"I was thinking of eating out tonight. How's pizza sounds?"
"Fine by me. Can we get the stuffed-crust ones, please?"
"Hmm..."
"M-M'lady? Please?"
"Fine!" I said, laughing. Optimus brightened up and hugged me, ruffling my hair.
"Hey! I just did my hair properly!" I pouted. Optimus tilted his head, giving me a look of innocent.
Damn it, he's using his cuteness as his advantage! It's highly effective!
Sighing, I brought the finished books to the back for Albert to review. Knocking on his door, there was no response. I knocked again but no one replied. Worried, I went to check up on him.
"Albert!" I called out. I looked around, starting to get worried.
"Yes, little one?"
"AAHH!" I screamed, dropping the books. Mark rushed over, his ocean blue eyes turned bright electric as he ran in, instinctively grasping my shoulders and looking around for any danger. The tall man was growling as he scanned the room.
"It's okay, Mark! I just got spooked...by Mr. Albert...what are you doing, sir?" I said, eyeing the old man weirdly. He was bending down, hands moving around and in search of something.
"I've lost my pen. Could you be a dear and find for me, (Y/N)?" He asked, standing up slowly as he placed a hand on his back, wincing a little. I felt bad and made him sit down as I find the missing pen.
"What's it looks like?"
"Burgundy red, sweetspark."
"Burgundy...AHA! Here ya- what's this?" I said, pulling out a dusty a dusty notebook. (Y/N) and Mark was busy looking at the black notebook that they missed the smirk from the old man's face.
"That's an old journal of mine. You may have it if you like, there's some stories in it." Albert said, waving the two off.
"Go home for now, I'm closing in early. A job well done on the books and thanks for finding my pen, the both of you." he smiled.
"Okay...bye Mr. Albert!" I said, taking the book and ushered Mark out. Albert dropped the smile and replaced it with a stern gaze as he looked down onto the large book.
"What are your plans now, oh great Primus?"