The Autobots are no strangers to pain or sadness. The damned war created plenty of that. They've suffered before, but this…this is something beyond comparison. The Allspark is gone forever. And it hurts.
The Last Prime takes a moment to observe a few memories.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. In front of you lies an arduous trek through the depths of madness, you walk a path upon which many poor souls have fallen, their bodies cast upon the ground. Steel thy heart, brave traveller. I believe in you. Welcome to My Immortal, I shall be your guide.
A selection of Kiliel drabbles and oneshots based around words or phrases.
In which Primus has a bad habit of wandering around Cybertron and not watching where he's going...
At the sound of his name being called, the Hobbit in question looked up from his book just in time to see a familiar face framed with thick dark curls pop around the door and stomp into the room with a worrying amount of purpose.
"In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?" Something keeps reaching out to Sam and Dean, something that desperately needs their help. Neither hunters nor angels can find the answer to the mystery, until one day they stumble upon something they can't quite believe.
Optimus is used to burning the candle at both ends. Too bad Elita's not having any of it. (Oneshot, rated T due to author's rampant paranoia).
They're just shapes on a page once again…as meaningless to her as they ever were. Full summary inside.