Author's Notes: I thought this up in Language Arts class one day and hurriedly began to write. Sorry if this isn't that great.
Transformers: Animated
Songfic
Spade by Marilyn Manson
Blackarachnia x Optimus Prime
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, none of the characters, ideas, locations or character designs are mine. All belong to their respectful companies. "Spade" song and lyrics is owned by Marilyn Manson.
-Spade-
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Alone. All alone, as usual. Lying on her back in the grass, multiple optics offlined as memories swam in her restful mind. Blackarachnia was tired of the bickering going on in the Decepticon base, so she had decided to ditch the idiots and head into Detroit. No one really noticed her. It was around 2:00 in the morning in human time. Mist swirled on the ground, stirred by the slight wind. She sighed as the low fog moved over her smooth chassis. Blackarachnia onlined her optics and sat up, blinking several times. The park was completely empty, and she liked the silence that was only interrupted by the soft hum of her internal systems.
Her mind travelled back to a time long ago. It was this dark there, wasn't it? This cold. She wrapped herself into an embrace as a wave of pain stabbed at her spark. Although most didn't know this, her organic half was slowly taking over her mechanical half, and it was slowly killing her. What happened when she was completely organic she didn't know, but the thought made her shudder. Blackarachnia was soon reminded of a certain mech, and her arms wrapped tighter around her chassis.
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your death beats so softly
We bend our knees to the altar of my ego
The academy days were glorious. She laughed as she remembered how many mechs she had dated, how many times she had been told that she was beautiful by some idiot whose interface appliance was the first thing on his mind. But she remembered that Optimus wasn't like that. Back when she was Elita-1, he had been the only mech she ever truly loved... That all changed on that fateful day she was turned into this- this thing. Blackarachnia stood up as she heard the engines of another truck, sensing it was Cybertronian.
Optimus Prime was restless. For some reason he hadn't been able to get some decent recharge in quite a while, and not due to the fact the Jazz and Prowl were constantly fragging next door and making loud noises. No, he just felt off beat. He had just talked to Prowl and he had recommended that he went to Prowl's favourite park in Detroit. Because it was so late crowds of humans wouldn't be there and maybe he could try to figure out what was wrong with his processor. Although he wasn't prepared for what he saw when he arrived. Blackarachnia was there too, looking just as worn out as him. He wasn't ready to fight right now and he hoped that she wouldn't want to. Optimus transformed, wary about her relaxed posture.
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
Blackarachnia advanced slowly, not attacking just yet. Well, there was no reason to, unless he attacked first, and she doubted that. "Optimus Prime.." She hissed. "Fancy seeing you here." She said, stopping just centimetres from his face as she leaned up to look at him closely.
Optimus' jaw clenched in remorse as he looked down into one set of her numerous optics. "Same. What are you doing? This is the middle of Detroit."
All my lilies' mouths are open, like to begging for dope and hoping
their little petal chant "We can't kick, you won't be back"
"I know." She said, tracing the outline of Optimus' windshield on his chest plate. "But the other Decepticons were getting on my processor." She said softly, pressing her finger a little harder against his chassis.
His optic ridge raised when she spoke calmly. His spine tingled at her touch. Like the old days. His cooling system hummed lightly as her stroke neared his abdomen, engine purring. She looked up in mock surprise. "What was that?" She whispered seductively before putting her arms on his neck, leaning up to kiss him. Optimus nearly jumped back in surprise but found himself melting into the kiss, glossas intertwining as she pressed up against him. She had been longing for this.
I'm a diamond that is tired of all the faces I've acquired
We secure the shadow ere, the substance fades
His hands glided down her slender chassis. What the frag was he doing? But something in his processor urged him on, as he drew her into a tight embrace. Blackarachnia smiled while she continued to kiss him, the recreation of her memories making her tingle all over when he stroked a smooth thigh. He promptly lowered her to the ground, pinning her there. Default programming took over actual thought as his engine revved. She broke the kiss and grinned up at him, playfully attempting to push him off. Optimus just grinned and lightly kissed her lips, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly. Personally, Blackarachnia didn't mind being pinned to the ground by him. She rather liked it.
A loud beep made her stop, and Optimus looked at her with an expression of dismay. Her comm. link just ran of, and Starscream's annoying squeaking came over. "Blackarachnia, get your sorry aft back here now, or I'll send Blitzwing out to find you!" He shouted over the link. Optimus winced and rolled to the side, off her. Blackarachnia growled to herself, frustrated. Cooling systems whirred, trying to lower the temperature of her overheating body. She quickly got up. A small crowd of drunk humans gathered, pointing at the pair and shouting slurred thing. Optimus got up too, and kissed the top of her helm lightly.
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
But there's still traces of me in your veins
"When am I going to see you again?" Blackarachnia whispered sincerely, looking up at him. In truth, her hate for him had worn off.
He just gave her a sad smile. Slag, why did he have to be so cute? Blackarachnia thought before turning and running off into the mist.
Optimus watched her go off, an optic ridge cocked. He shook his head, trying to clear his muddled processor. Blackarachnia? What were you thinking, you glitch! You can't go around nearly fragging random femmes! He felt his internal alert go off. Bumblebee had probably woken up and was wondering why he wasn't there. Optimus transformed and drove off, disappearing in the mist.
And we said till we die
And we said till we die
I don't know why, but I really like this pairing. I might continue this if there's enough interest.