Transformers x Reader

Weak or Strong (Tfp Predaking x Reader)

“Thanks, what am I going to do now?” You asked the Predacon as you glared at him, gesturing to the glass you were sitting next to.

“My apologies, I was just ensuring that you were well,” Predaking began as he looked at you again with a critical eye, he wasn’t just looking at you, it was as if he was seeing right through to your soul. “Are you well, Y/N?”

“I’m perfectly fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You weren’t paying attention to him, instead, you were scooping up your supplies into your bag so you could get out of this situation as soon as possible.

“Your behavior is growing increasingly worrying,” Predaking began to explain as he walked towards you. “You aren’t eating like you usually would or recharging as normal. I found you asleep at a bizarre hour the other day in the training arena, I can only guess that you had worked your body into stasis.” At the last statement, you turned towards the large Cybertronian with a raised eyebrow.

“You were the one that put me to bed?” You were shocked to hear that it was Predaking to help you, you had thought it would have been on Megatron’s orders because you were disrupting training.

“Yes, the mass displacement was quite difficult, to be honest-”

“Predaking!” You shouted to stop him rambling. The Predacon looked down at you with his intake still slightly finished as if he hadn’t stopped speaking. “I don’t need you to take care of me, okay?” You smiled in a sickly-sweet manner before turning towards the door and walking towards it. Predaking didn’t seem satisfied by your reply though, so with a grimace on his face, he easily plucked you from the ground and held you between his thumb and index digits.

“That may be so but I am not allowing you to leave until you explain to me why you are not looking after yourself properly.” He was adamant he was going to get some answers from you, whether you liked it or not.

“King, just please let me go.” You pleaded first, trying to guilt him into letting you flee to the safety of your bedroom.

“Please cooperate, I am only doing this because I care about your well-being.” Predaking tried to soothe your frantic kicking and hitting by talking calmly but it had almost the opposite effect when you continued your outburst.

“Why do you care!” You screamed out pathetically, eyes tearing up not just because of this but because of the stress your body had been going through the past couple of days. “You are a King amongst mortals, a strong and kind being who can eradicate his enemies as you please. I am weak and human, nothing but a stain under your pede, today I couldn’t even defeat the weakest Autobot. No matter how much I train, no matter how much I try, I am still weak.” You told him your woes before you could stop yourself. They came out like the water escaping a burst damn, quick and unforgiving.

“You think you are weak?” Predaking asked, seeming to not understand what you had told him. One of his eyebrow ridges was raised in questioning.

“I know I am weak.” You scoffed in response, tears escaping your eyes. Before you could wipe them away, Predaking raised one digit so it softly rested against your cheek as he wiped away your tears.

“My Dear Y/N,” He began with a soft smile as he lifted you closer to his faceplate. “You are one of the strongest aboard this ship.”

“Oh yeah? How?” You replied in sullen disbelief.

“Before the others knew I was sentient, you stood up to Starscream for his maltreatment of me,” As he spoke you recalled the day you had kicked the legs from under the Seeker before hitting him across the faceplate because of the constant prods he would give Predaking. “And when my Kin was destroyed, the others did not come to aid in my revenge, only you. I remember the fear in the Autobots optics as they saw you at my side, ready to fight with me.”

“It was the right thing to do.” You mumbled out.

“It was a strong thing that only a strong woman would be able to do.” He got you there, the stream of tears that fell from your eyes were unable to be held back. Once again, Predaking placed his digit there to catch your tears but you wouldn’t let him. Instead, you held his digit to you, not wanting to let it go. This was the most weakness you had shown to him, it was unusual for you to do this so you needed as much comfort as possible. You felt yourself grow tired, a yawn escaping your mouth as you wrapped yourself around Predaking’s servo. “How long has it been since your last recharge?”

“About 36 hours.” You replied sleepily, your eyes already drifting closed as you felt yourself being lifted until you found yourself lying on a warm almost soft surface. You would later find out that you slept in the crook of Predaking’s neck for 10 hours straight.

“Don’t worry sweetspark, just rest.” With those soothing words, you closed your eyes firmly and drifted to sleep.