One more Star thought before I got drown in fanfics somewhere.
Prowl finding a planet where everyone worships a god/goddess. It's weird he thinks, but isn't one to judge if it keeps them happy. He spents a lot of time there and is like why do you guys keep talking about this godd/goddess, i wanna know what the hype about them is. He thinks they're worshipping a statue, or a figure from a book, but when the locals bring him to the temple its an actual living breathing being, and its you. You're sat in a room decorated with pictures of you and other important figures or moments in history. You're drapped in pretty fabrics and fancy jewlry. Now he sees why everyone is so obseesed, why every single person worships the groud you walk on.
He's in love, wishing he could stay and do exactly like your followers. Wishing he could be the person standing next to you, feeding you grapes, holding your hands, kissing your feet, being the whole source of your pleasure and happiness. It hits him hard how he can't be the one, the one to take care of you.
He finds himself praying to you, asking Primus to keep your wishes in his favor. Praying to your sun and stars as he enters more danger. Praying that he will return to your home planet and see you each time. It cost him more fuel and time, but he doesn't care.
When he's finally graced with the chance of meeting you after years of dedicaded support. He is greeted by one of your temples keepers, their sun, moon and stars get-up catching him off guard. He questions if theyre real, were they really going to take him to you, but when he sees the look of others, he takes it serious. He ushered to the last temple he saw you at. He recalls the image perfectly in his processor. Your bare feet peaking from under your dark draped clothing, your hair long and flowy as you smile down at the onlookers, their hands reaching up to you in hopes of a blessing. He could have sworn you were looking right at him that day. Eyes catching his as you smiled, a blessing is all he thought. You just gave him a blessing.
Now here he is, actually getting to talk to you, hold a conversation, worship the ground you walk, he thinks maybe his praying as finally come true. Your own delicate ears hearing his words and asking for him. He pulled into a room by the temple keepers, the room light with all the things they said you had in the books and stories. He watches the keepers fall to their knees, heads bowing and eyes closed. He looked in front of him and there you stood. Your beauty finally being seen by his very own optics. He soon follows suit, falling to his kness, unable to bow his head and close his eyes. He was awestruck, unable to tear his optics from you, slowly making your way to him. You'll stop in front of him, a small smile on your face as you take in his image. His lips parted and optic blown wide as eh stares up at you. You'll just stare at him. A hand coming up to the side of his helm. Your felt his melt plating, thumb rubbing over flat and smooth surface.
"Leave us,"
You tone was quiet, almost unheard by him. The keepers with bow once again before swiftly leaving and closing the door behind them. Your other hand raising to his face as you move closer to him, his chin now mearly inches away from your stomach.
"For what is it you want My sweet boy."
He blinks, his processor short circuiting as he takes in the way your voice sounds. All he can do is mumble a what. optics swirling as he stares into you. He is lost, trying to come up with the meaning behid your words.
"I see you around me keeps often. So you must have a request, a need, a want. What is it?"
You voice is still soft, soft enough that only he can hear it. Your tone is endearing, your eyes soft, and lips even softer looking. Your skin is smooth and dewy. You glow in the light of the room, a shining God/goddess. Your thumb rubbing over the metal plating of his face, as you gaze down at him. He finds the needs to stablize himself, a need to know this is real. His servos find their spot on your hips and rest there.
"You, it is you I wish for."
"Then it is me you will have."
You smile, thumb running over the plating below his optics. Its in this moment he realizes, you truly are deserving of your place, for your worships, of your following, of his love.
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