Transformers x Reader

Weak or Strong (Tfp Predaking x Reader)

A/N: Well, I found out I'm leaving my town soon. I will announce when I will leave and for my last (not really, only temporarily) update. This is unedited so I apologize if I have the wrong grammar and words.

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As you exited the Ground Bridge Soundwave had prepared for you, lugging a Cybertronian fossil behind you, you were greeted with the sight of Megatron and the newest Mech to join the Decepticon force, Predaking. They watched you as you hauled what appeared to be a rib piece through the portal and slung it at the feet of your boss.

“Excellent, Y/N. I trust there were no complications.” Megatron praised you as Shockwave came to stand above you, inspecting the fossil for any damage that might render it useless. You smiled up to the Gladiator as you moved some strands of hair from your face, not realizing that your recent battle scars were displayed until Predaking’s optics stayed trained to your hand.

“Nothing that I couldn’t handle.” Your voice was strong and sure but the Predacon could see past your falsehoods. Frankly, his gaze was unnerving but you knew if he saw one injury he would surely be looking for more. You hated looking weak in front of the Cons anyway but looking weak in front of Predaking was something you never wanted to endure. After all, the word King was in his title and he was stronger and more intimidating than his Decepticon counterparts.

“Very well, you are dismissed for the day.” Megatron dismissed you with a wave of his large servo and you wasted no time in running to your human-sized bedroom and retrieving a haphazard first aid kit which is what you had been using since you joined the cons. You refused to visit Knockout with your injuries, as that would only show weakness and in this world of titans and beasts, there was no room for weakness.

Once your kit bag was slung over your shoulder, you silently walked the halls of the Nemesis until you come to the flight deck. Opening the door to the outside sent a wave of cool relaxing air into your face, it almost made you forget about your split knuckles and bruising. Almost. You took your seat at the edge of the flight deck, in the shadows enough to not be spotted but able to see what was going on. You removed the bag from your shoulder and began removing the equipment within which included medical alcohol, cotton, a needle, plasters, and some cream for aching joints and muscle damage. Staring down at your knuckles allowed the memory of how they got like that to float into your mind.

You had retrieved the fossil and were exiting the museum when you were cornered by the Autobot scouts so immediately you began to attack. You possessed body modification which heightened your strength and speed however you were still not as powerful as the Autobots and your soft flesh were prone to tearing on the harsh metal of their frames. You had gotten a few good punches in though, they mainly aimed towards your stomach whereas you managed to rupture a wire in Arcee’s helm making energon leak out of her mouth. They gave in when you held Arcee at gunpoint, deciding it was best to let you win this one. You had finished the fight with both sets of knuckles cracked and peeling, a few ribs badly bruised, and a dislocated finger.

“Today has been just great.” You spoke sarcastically as you grabbed your dislocated finger and popped it into place with a small hiss. After that, you unscrewed the medical alcohol and carefully held it over one of your hands before pouring a bit on, that hurt quite a bit more than your finger did which is why you swore out loud.

“Is it common for Humans to use the name of their deities when they curse?” Predaking had been watching you after he silently entered the flight deck, he hadn’t meant to speak at all but he was curious. The shock of hearing Predaking made you drop the bottle of alcohol which smashed upon the impact of the metal ship.