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I saw a TikTok that was basically Arachnid and Arcee toxic yuri and it got me thinking and now I’ve decided to write about it.

Poisoned and Devoured (Arcee x Airachnid)

Part One

Summary: Arcee has had a few partners over the years, some platonic, some romantic. But one thing has been consistent, they never remain. Because of Arachnid.

Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, yandere (I guess), slightly suggestive.

Authors Note: I’ve taken a lot of creative liberties here so forgive me if some things are not lore accurate. Also I’ve more or less just kinda gotten back into to the fandom. And after all these years coming in and out of the fandom I’ve never written a Transformers fanfic, so this would be my first lmao.

One will have many moments in their life where they find themselves alone, basking in the soft solitude of the pale moonlight that graced Earth. Arcee, while not a citizen of this wonderfully strange planet, has found herself seeking such solitude, thinking, reminiscing and reflecting on the past.

It is in these quiet moments, Arcee finds herself mulling over the decisions she’s made, the good, the bad, and the ugly. All the ones that have brought her to this very moment.

And how differently things could have gone if she had chosen different.

Choices like deciding to become a guardian for a hormonal teenage human boy named Jack. (Not that she had much of a choice, more like a responsibility thrown on her shoulders).

Choices like siding with the Autobots when she initially wanted nothing to do with the war.

Choices like falling in love again when she had hurt from it so many times.

But there was one decision she made many centuries ago that kept her up at night, poisoned and devoured her mind.

Meeting Arachnid.

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Arcee had met Arachnid back when words like Decepticon and Autobot weren’t a thing yet, when war wasn’t an imminent threat to their planet. A time when most were content with living their lives passively under Functionalism, their fates decided before they even came online.

For Arcee, that meant having to work two jobs to even afford her own small apartment in Metrotitan City. In the long ours of the day, she was a teacher, educating and programming the newly formed protoforms that will be integrated into Cybertronian society. And on the weekends, she was a racer, her wheels zipping past other two wheelers like her. Because apparently, she can’t race against four wheelers as her lighter frame gave her an advantage over them.

Racing was fun, invigorating, and it paid her nicely when she won first place. But it was far from a consistent income, as many don’t attend two wheeler races. And teaching was…consistent in terms of payment. Even if the pay was abhorrent. It was monotonous, but relatively easy, depending of how much patience she had that day. And it was an emotionally confusing job, one that required a certain level of detachment, something that Arcee finds herself struggling with. Every once in a while she’ll meet a young protoform full of wit and promise, and she’s foolish enough to grow attached to them. Only for that protoform to be gone before she had the chance to say she was proud of them.

Tonight, Arcee walked down the city streets after a failed race tournament. She had come in third place tonight, a real hard blow to her ego. Not that it would have mattered, the seats were mostly empty anyway. So even if she did come in first place, she still wouldn’t have been paid much shanix. Not enough for next week’s rent anyway.

She had been sulking as she walking down the neon illuminated streets before something, or rather, someone came crashing into her. The collision caused her to go tumbling down to the ground. Groaning as she landed on her back, she glared up at whoever slammed into her, only her usual bark had gone, because what she saw had her stunned.

It was a femme that had collided with her, her metal a shiny ebony black, accented by purple and gold. Her optics stared back at her, wide and mortified. Magenta pools Arcee would have gotten lost in if her eyes hadn’t caught the sight of the extra limbs protruding out of the femmes back. Long, thin and spindly, the tips of the extra limbs helped push the femme off the ground. She stumbled a bit as she found her footing, she was about to say something, an apology perhaps. But it was cut short when she heard pedesteps approaching, making a deep hissing sound, she ran towards a nearby alleyway, her frame cloaked in darkness.

Still on the ground, Arcee turned her head to see two large, bulky framed bots. Upon seeing her on the ground, one of them approached her, offering a helping hand up, “Are you alright little one?”

Arcee held her tongue at the comment, taking the mechs hand instead. She hated it, it felt infantilising. Made her feel smaller than she already was. But he meant no harm by it, and she was too tired to snap back about it. “Uh…yeah, I guess.” She groaned in response, dusting off her plating, some of the blue paint chipping off here and there. Ugh, she needs to get a repaint and a good, proper oil bath soon.

The other bot caught up to his friend, panting, “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a tall ugly spider skittering around here have you?”

For a second, Arcee wasn’t sure if he had his helm screwed on properly. That…”spider” as he calls her, was ugly? He must be from Iacon, because he was a completely different breed of delusional.

It was then that Arcee hesitated to answer them honestly, that the “spider” had hid herself down a dark alleyway. But for once in her unimpressive life, she was considering if snitching on this stranger was a good thing to do. She recalled the look in her eyes, she was scared, clearly in survival mode, running away from two bot far larger than her. She couldn’t hold it against the femme, even if she did potentially do something to be on the receiving end of their aggression.

Plus, they weren’t the city guard, so Arcee had no legal obligation to tell them anything, let alone the truth.

“Umm, I did just run into her just now.” Arcee started, processor thinking a million miles an hour. “But she’s got me all spun around, I don’t know which way she went.”

One of the bots grumbled something under his breath, clearly disappointed by her answer. The other groaned, “Very well. Stay safe, don’t know what kind of freaks are out there.” He says as he and his friend continue down the path of the street, still in search of the mysterious black femme.

Arcee stared at them for a bit, watching as they turned the corner of the street before looking down at the alleyway, hoping to catch a glimpse of the femme. The alley was too cloaked in shadow to tell if she was still there or not. With a sigh, she turned and started walking again only to be immediately stopped in her tracks again when a low voice came from above her.

“How chivalrous of you to not snitch on me.”

Arcee jumped, turning sharply as that voice felt like it shook her to her very spark. She looked up to find the femme perched on a street light, staring down at Arcee like a demon. Arcee squinted a bit as the harsh light from the street light obscured the femme features, making it difficult to read her expression.

“If they were city guards I might have chosen differently.” Arcee answered, her voice flat.

The femme hummed, then used her extra limbs to gracefully extend herself down to the ground, standing tall and composed before Arcee. She was at least a head taller than the two wheeler, having to crane her neck down slightly to look Arcee in the eye. And those eyes again, magenta, a colour she has never seen from any Cybertronian before, so alien and mysterious. She had one question in particular at the tip of her tongue she wished to voice first.

What are you?

But she opted to skip it, it felt wrong to ask that, ignorant and downright offensive to her title as a teacher. She was supposed to be educating the newly formed and she can’t even tell what kind of Cybertronian was standing right in front of her?

“What did you do?” She decided to ask instead.

The femme cocked her head to the side, her response casual, as though she were discussing the weather. “I stole their shanix.”

Arcee raised an optic ridge, “You shouldn’t be doing that, those guys could have messed you up if they caught you.”

“Times are tough,” The femme sighed, turning her attention to her arm, plucking out some grit lodged in her seams. “And the regular jobs are just not cutting it anymore. Now I’ve had to resort to less than savoury means to pay the bills.”

Arcee nodded slowly, understanding, and choosing not to ask for any further clarification. “I’ve never seen you around here before. Where are you from?”

The femme leaned more of her weight onto her right leg, hand resting on her hip. “You seem like a busy bot. How would you know if you’ve never seen me before?” Her derma quirked in a small smile before adding. “And Metrotitan is quite a big city.”

Arcee nodded again, but that didn’t answer her question. But Arcee was in no position to press for answers. Had no energy to interrogate a stranger in the middle of the street. Especially one who had sharp fangs that gleamed like the point of a needle under the streetlight.

“What’s your name, pretty thing?”

Arcee blinked, her train of thought stopping dead in its tracks when the femme spoke again. Not expecting her to be curious about the two wheeler, nor the compliment she tacked on.

“Arcee.”

The femme smiled again, optics narrowed as she extended her hand, fingers long and sharp, deadly and beautiful. “Airachnid.”

Arcee hesitantly took Airachnids hand, and she didn’t really shake it, more like just held it. But just as quick as she had held the femmes hand, Airachnid drew it back, her plating shifting to a more insectoid form.

“I’d love to stay and chat. But those mechs are likely still looking for me. And you…” She paused, optics grazing up and down Arcee, like she was committing her to memory. “You look exhausted.”

Arcee fought the urge to shy away from the way Airachnid was looking at her, a strange feeling of anxiety throbbed in her spark. “Yes. See you around.” Arcee immediately wanted to face palm there and then, why did she say that last part?

Sending a smile over her shoulder, Airachnid hummed, “I will.” And then she was off, her long spindly legs tip tapping along the ground as she got further and further away.

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Saw a post on here earlier that basically said that the Decepticons would be NOTHING if it weren’t for Soundwave. And furthermore, how funny it would be for Soundwave to lose his filter for a day and see what happens.

To start off with, how DID he revoke his vow of silence? Maybe he got into a really rough fight with an Autobot and received a head injury that somehow reverted him back to a state he was in before the war.

Or maybe he’s just plain fed up with everyone’s bullshit

Regardless of what got him to this point, he’s speaking again, and somehow him speaking regularly makes him even more uncanny.

Oh, and he’s a menace.

And not a menace as in he is actively being a shit stirrer. (Though he has gotten more sassy) No, he’s just honest and has no filter anymore.

Whatever is on his mind about any given situation, he says it.

He has opinions and all of them are correct.

And most of the cons are gagged when he reads someone to filth. Including Megatron.

Like when Megatron started snorting crack- I mean stabbed himself with Dark Energon.

Megatron, about to stab himself with a crystal he has no idea how it will affect him.

Starscream: No master, not in your spark chamber! You don’t know what it will do!

Soundwave: Respectfully, my lord. This is the dumbest fucking idea you’ve ever had.

Megatron, ACTUALLY stops and looks at Soundwave wide eyed. Starscream is GAGGED.

Megatron: Hmm…well when you put it that way…

(Soundwave gets away with it because of favouritism duh)

Speaking of Starscream, bro cannot catch a break with Soundwave.

The Seeker is read to filth both with and without an audience and it is always humiliating. Starscream has seriously considered joining the Autobots cuz Soundwave is NASTY.

Soundwave: I think you need a shower.

Starscream: No I don’t, I just had a shower this morning.

Soundwave: Then why do you keep spouting shit?

Starscream, watching Knockout walk by, freshly buffed: Ugh, he does way too much.

Soundwave: …You walk around in heels Starscream.

Soundwave: Do you ever tire of your schemes? Does the weight of all your failed attempts to usurp Lord Megatron not crush you? Maybe even compel you to look inward? Everyone knows how deeply insecure you are, and you know it too. Why else do you continue to attempt to murder Lord Megatron? Is it to make you feel powerful? Significant? Important? But deep down that you’re nothing without Megatron. It is only under his command that you can have even a minuscule amount of power at all.

Starscream, nearly in tears: …Now that was unnecessary…

(No Starscream was not crying himself to sleep that night what are you talking about?)

Of course he isn’t ALL sass and quips. He can be surprisingly nice too.

Like the time a Vehicon accidentally bumped into him while carrying a load of Energon cubes to the refinery.

If this was Soundwave on any normal day, he would have stared at the Vehicon and went on his way like nothing happened. No one would know what he was actually thinking.

Vehicon, bumps into Soundwave and drops all the Energon cubes to the floor: Oh Primus, I am so sorry Commander Soundwave…I-I didn’t see you I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen pleasedon’tkillme-

Soundwave, unfazed: Hey it’s all good. Lemme help pick those up for you.

Vehicon, genuinely shocked and confused that a member of high command would offer such a lowly Vehicon even an once of grace and mercy.

That’s all I could think of at the moment, I might come back to this later if I come up with more ideas.

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It’s so tiring being a diva 💔💔 but I wanted to do more poses with Soundwave and I wanted to try it with Earthspark cuz really, he’s built slaying already!! For what reason!!! Ofc I also wanted to try a little bit of the Skybound style with it (not exactly Skybound but close enough yknow) and also yes I’m kinda doing more poses cuz I got some hate comments on tt and I figured that was a sign to do more 🌹 because I loved making the first ones tbh it was fun

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I rlly like their coworkers who mildly tolerate each other dynamic :]]