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raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-04-27 12:51 am
raisedbymoogles) wrote2020-04-27 12:51 am
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Ficbit: Blackarachnia and Optimus. No, the other ones.
For this week's TF Rare Pair prompt: (Beast Wars) Blackarachnia/Optimus - power play. It, uh, pinged me pretty hard I guess. XD
Set in a post-“Gorilla Warfare” AU where Optimus accepts Megatron’s deal with every intention of betraying him later, but gets caught in Megatron’s web of manipulation. But it’s another web that might offer him an escape…
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“All right. Remember your lines?”
Optimus glanced up at his co-conspirator. Blackarachnia in beast mode preferred dark corners, all the better to observe or strike from; it was what made her dangerous, but despite Optimus’s best efforts he found it a relief to keep company with someone who wasn’t constantly greedy for attention. “Yes, I remember,” he said.
“And your exit route. No flying, it’s too risky.”
Optimus sighed. Yes, after that accident of Skorponok’s that had damaged his flight stabilizers - and that Megatron had refused to allow repairs for - flying was as likely to kill him as Megatron was if the two of them were found out. “No flying,” he repeated dutifully.
“No flying. And no getting creative, ape face.” Now Blackarachnia was starting to get restless, pedipalps shifting and legs shifting their holds on the wall and ceiling, reminding Optimus of nothing more than Cheetor getting fidgety. “I’ve got everything planned out to the microsecond, it’ll wreck everything if you deviate.”
Despite the specter of what would happen to them both if ‘everything’ got wrecked, Optimus couldn’t hide a grin. “Blackarachnia, I get the feeling you don’t trust my judgement.”
Could a spider’s face look flat? Somehow Blackarachnia managed it. “Are you a Maximal?”
“Yes.” Slag, but that felt good to say. Megatron hadn’t crushed him into the shape he wanted, not yet. “I’m as Maximal as it gets. But I’m not the reckless type, rage virus notwithstanding.”
“Hn.” Blackarachnia didn’t sound convinced, but she was mollified enough to come down from the ceiling, transform and face him, a half smile softening her pointed features. “All right. No more fussing, cross my spark.” She motioned over her chestplate with a claw, and the other came up to brush his arm. A tease, easily passed off as a mistake if Optimus didn’t react well to it.
Optimus relaxed into the contact, vents opening in a faint sigh. Even knowing damned well what the spider was up to, it was - nice, to be touched gently by an ally.
Set in a post-“Gorilla Warfare” AU where Optimus accepts Megatron’s deal with every intention of betraying him later, but gets caught in Megatron’s web of manipulation. But it’s another web that might offer him an escape…
*
“All right. Remember your lines?”
Optimus glanced up at his co-conspirator. Blackarachnia in beast mode preferred dark corners, all the better to observe or strike from; it was what made her dangerous, but despite Optimus’s best efforts he found it a relief to keep company with someone who wasn’t constantly greedy for attention. “Yes, I remember,” he said.
“And your exit route. No flying, it’s too risky.”
Optimus sighed. Yes, after that accident of Skorponok’s that had damaged his flight stabilizers - and that Megatron had refused to allow repairs for - flying was as likely to kill him as Megatron was if the two of them were found out. “No flying,” he repeated dutifully.
“No flying. And no getting creative, ape face.” Now Blackarachnia was starting to get restless, pedipalps shifting and legs shifting their holds on the wall and ceiling, reminding Optimus of nothing more than Cheetor getting fidgety. “I’ve got everything planned out to the microsecond, it’ll wreck everything if you deviate.”
Despite the specter of what would happen to them both if ‘everything’ got wrecked, Optimus couldn’t hide a grin. “Blackarachnia, I get the feeling you don’t trust my judgement.”
Could a spider’s face look flat? Somehow Blackarachnia managed it. “Are you a Maximal?”
“Yes.” Slag, but that felt good to say. Megatron hadn’t crushed him into the shape he wanted, not yet. “I’m as Maximal as it gets. But I’m not the reckless type, rage virus notwithstanding.”
“Hn.” Blackarachnia didn’t sound convinced, but she was mollified enough to come down from the ceiling, transform and face him, a half smile softening her pointed features. “All right. No more fussing, cross my spark.” She motioned over her chestplate with a claw, and the other came up to brush his arm. A tease, easily passed off as a mistake if Optimus didn’t react well to it.
Optimus relaxed into the contact, vents opening in a faint sigh. Even knowing damned well what the spider was up to, it was - nice, to be touched gently by an ally.
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