Friends Heal Friends

Description: Knockout headcanons after Reader gets mildly hurt

Characters: Knockout

Reader info: gender neutral, Cybertronian

Other info: 2nd person, bullet points, Prime Universe, Platonic

-He's no stranger to spilled blood and gore and injuries. He's technically a medic–though he was a torturer long before then. Fights with the Autobots could always get pretty messy and while Knockout didn't do a lot for the vehicons that often, he'd put himself back together enough times to know (his poor finish)

shitty comic to illustrate my point

Flamewave never cared about her new half sibling. She only knew she saw the sparking once. Only talked about it once. 

“It looks just like Shockwave. Get it out of my sight”

The unname sparking was taken to the autobots as promised. Shockwave did his end of the deal. Helping the hesitant Kncokout deliver the first Predacon x Cybertrioan mix. Some say the day the sparking was born it cired, other say it let out a mighty roar. Knockout quickly held his little girl. Shockwave walked to Flamewave. 

“It is done. I shall leave now”

Flamewave rolled her optics.

“Like you always do”

Shockwave didnt answer and just left. Flamewave sighed. With the cries behind her back. She didnt turn around yet. Maybe due to fear or guilt. She didnt turn till she heard Kncokout.

“Come see her!”

Flamewave turned around and walked over. She looked to the bundle in his servros. His finger moved the blanket to show the little girl. Her plating as red as her carrier’s. Her horns not even fully grown yet. Her little claws curled to keept her servos warm. Though the little sparkling didnt have wings. Flamewave looked disappointed but then paused. The world seemed to stop for her. When she saw her sparklings tint turn a slight blue like her own original scales. History seemed to repeat it’seff. Flamewave touched the sparklings faceplate. Then lifting the baby fem up with slight pride.

“Aurora, you shall make a fine heir for this empire. Ill make sure of that…”

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Well…

That’s how I came into this world. Not fully Predacon yet not exactly Cybertrionian. I was lucky my carrier raised me with kindness and love. While my sire, was already teaching me how to give a grand speech since the first day I spoke a word. 

My older brothers, Wildbreak and Sideswipe would grow very protective of me. Uncle Predaking spoiled me rotten with gift from “trades”. No one ever talked about my grandsire,Shockwave. Only Predaking told me about the deal. Only he would tell me the stories about the past. The stories about war, love, betrayal, and honor. Everyone around me told me how grateful I should be to be born somewhere so safe. But-

I dont want that….

I want to live in the great city of Iacon! I heard the buildings here shine as bright as gold. The food there as fresh as can be. There are so many optertunies for me there. I dont wanna be an empress one day. I wanna be my own person. I dream for real freedom. 

“Sire…”

Flamewave turned to me with a calculated gaze. Her tail flicking.

“Yes?”

I take a deep breath.

“I wanna see the city of Iacon one day. Maybe when im older I could find a modeling job. Maybe I wouldnt have to JUST be an empress-”

I was cut off.

“No”

I froze. I shuttered a bit now.

“B-but Sire, Surely I can just visit there one day-”

“I said NO child!”

I trembeled at my sire’s harsh demnor. Flamewave could see this. She relaxed her wings that she didnt even noticed where flexed up. With a heavy sigh she kneeled down to my level.

“You are safer here. In their eyes…your not one of them. You are a mix of two totally different species. Other fear change or difference. You will stay here, and learn to be the empress you were born to be. Okay?'

With teary optics all I could do was nod with my tail tucked in. I felt Flamewave's arms wrap around me. Her warmth relaxed me. I would just have to except…this is my life.