It was no secret that you had a sparkmate—Ultra Magnus.

Your Ultra Magnus.

He had always been defined by rules, order, structure, an endless list of regulations he takes care of as if it was his second spark. He was known for this things, and his strict nature, but when it came to autobot themselves. . .Primus. And yet, somehow, even through all that rigidness, you found a way to see him differently.

After years of being inside a corrupted faction that had long forgotten its purpose, you decided to leave The Decepticons. Walking away meant giving yourself more freedom—even if war had stolen that freedom from countless others.

Time has passed since then, and as mentioned, a beautiful relationship bloomed with your current sparkmate. Winning Ultra Magnus' spark was not easy, but Primus, it was worth it. What you did not realize, however, is that your sweetspark had recently uncovered something: you had never read the rules.

Not a single one. Not the basics, not the protocols that Magnus himself considered sacred. Every page, every directive, every guideline that he had expected you to understand, to follow—even in the most casual sense—was untouched. Forgotten. Ignored. And he had only just realized it. The discovery had been accidental. A review of mission logs, a cross-check of protocols, a routine scan of training reports—and there it was.

He did not go gentle on you.

"There are a total of one thousand pages here."

Magnus stood behind you, one servo pointing at the manuals sprawled across the desk. Each one a testament of rules you never fully absorbed. You stared at the stack, optics wide, expression filled with quiet despair.

One. Thousand. Pages.