fandomweekly | [#203] Proof Positive (Transformers)

Theme Prompt: #203 – Celebration
Title: Proof Positive
Fandom: Transformers (unspecified continuity)
Rating/Warnings: PG, mildly suggestive language
Bonus: yes
Word Count: 993
Summary: Optimus just wants to make sure he and Soundwave can remain undisturbed during their anniversary.

Optimus was staring.

He knew it was rude. He also saw how Rumble and Frenzy were shifting uncomfortably while clearly growing ever more determined to get away with this.

Optimus reset his vocaliser. Twice.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you buy a cart full of fireworks.”

Rumble and Frenzy exchanged a look before the latter said, “Your and Soundwave’s anniversary.”

“Duh,” the former added, not to be outdone in expressing contempt for their (begrudgingly accepted) step-creator.

Optimus reset his vocaliser again. “I appreciate you wanting to contribute, I do, just – we were planning a quiet celebration.”

A quiet, private celebration they had fought for very hard and long, because everyone else on the Joint Council (particularly Starscream, positively vicious in his delight that for a change, his and Megatron’s relationship wasn’t the focus of scrutiny) had insisted that the 100^th anniversary of Optimus and Soundwave’s official conjunx ceremony was the perfect opportunity to prove to allied and hostile planets alike that the Autobot-Decepticon Peace was stable.

Both Optimus and Soundwave conceded it would be a smart move.

They were, however, also in full agreement that they emphatically did NOT want to spend their anniversary being scrutinised by envoys and Cybertron’s entire population, not least because this was the first anniversary they would actually be celebrating as romantic couple. (Suffice to say that Soundwave hadn’t been pleased he was the only viable Decepticon candidate and Optimus had been equally unenthusiastic about conjunxing a mech who was only agreeing because his loyalty to Megatron outweighed any personal desires.)

A compromise had been the best they had been able to negotiate. During the day, there would be interviews and an obligatory diplomatic dinner for the foreign envoys and any Cybertronian politician who wished to attend. In the evening, Optimus and Soundwave were to be left alone entirely. Which they were going to make sure of. They had rented a shuttle to take them into orbit over Cybertron, where they would remain until the following day, enjoying their three-course meal Optimus had pre-ordered from a popular restaurant and – well, Optimus was certain they could come up with something to pass the time.

Rumble and Frenzy knew this. They also knew they weren’t coming, Soundwave had been very clear about that and that they would refrain from making trouble while entrusted to Jazz’ care (a mystery Optimus had yet to solve was why Soundwave believed letting his cassettes stay with Jazz of all bots was a good idea).

And now – fireworks.

“We couldn’t possibly burn fireworks on a shuttle in space,” he tried a little desperately. “We would probably blow up.”

He received condescending looks.

“They’re not for you,” said Rumble, rolling his optics.

“We’ll be burning them down here on Cybertron!” Frenzy added, stupid Autobot! tacked on silently.

“Soundwave’ll love it!”

“Yeah, we’re doing you a favour here, really! It’ll be – what does Shockwave call it? – like, proof positive that you love him!”

Optimus very much doubted that. He also doubted giving Rumble and Frenzy access to a whole cart full of fireworks was even remotely a good idea. On the other servo, he did want privacy. Buying fireworks for Rumble and Frenzy and keeping them locked away until he and Soundwave left was at least going to ensure that neither of them would sneak onto the shuttle to interrupt any non-dinner activities they might engage in and hardly ever had opportunity to thanks to six cassettes taking great pleasure in playing chaperone.

Also, Jazz was going to keep an optic on them.

… on second thought, that made it even worse.

Optimus still bought the fireworks.

- - -

“Did you enjoy the food?”

Soundwave kissed Optimus’ cheek before sinking back against Optimus’ windscreens. Optimus hummed, trailing his fingers over Soundwave’s back plating. Frankly, he too was feeling exhausted enough to nod off on the broad sofa in the shuttle’s viewing room – but the opportunity to quietly enjoy Soundwave’s affection was too good to miss. And there was still the possibility that Soundwave might be open to other activities as well, now that no cassettes would come tumbling into the room without knocking. Optimus resolved to get up in a few moments and fetch some booster energon for both of them. He was just going to enjoy the way Soundwave was moulding himself into his side a little longer.

A flash of light down on the planet they were drifting above caught his attention, just where the Manganese Mountains were jutting up. It didn’t look like a proper explosion, more like -

Another flash resolved itself into a rain of golden sparks dripping down into the darkness of the mountains, followed by blue unfolding into a flower.

Optimus sat up, jostling Soundwave, who revved his engine, clearly displeased at being dislodged, but followed his line of sight when Optimus pointed. “Look!”

Red and gold burst into stars, followed by silver-white rain. Optimus stared, entranced by the sheer beauty of the display. (Where had Rumble and Frenzy picked that up? It looked downright professional!)

Soundwave rose, putting a servo to the window, not even blinking as he took it all in. Optimus joined him, but he looked so taken he refrained from putting an arm around him, instead choosing to divide his attention between the display and silently admiring his conjunx.

He remained unmoving at the window for several long moments after the last rocket had exploded before he turned to Optimus. “You knew about this?”

Optimus reset his vocaliser. “I may have bought the fireworks when Rumble and Frenzy asked me to?”

Soundwave came closer, tilting his helm up to keep Optimus’ gaze. Slowly, he reached out and cupped Optimus’ cheek, guiding him down for a kiss before he whispered, “Make some fireworks of our own?”

Proof positive, indeed.

[#203] Proof Positive (Transformers)

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