Transformers x Reader

Predaking x Reader

Snorting, I let out a surprised scream as it reaches down, sharp digits hooking around my armor as it glances around at the annoying scraplets, before hefting into the air with one forceful lift of its wings.

Flying for what seems like hours, I shiver in excitement.

Me. Some random bot, riding a Predacon.... A Predacon for Primus' sake!

Laughing lightly to myself, I lean forward, smiling as hot wind rushes past my faceplate, an unordinary thing from my original surroundings.

Suddenly plummeting down, a small yelp escapes me as I grip on, optics offline as we crash down.

Hearing the large clash of metal against ground, I slowly online my optics, seeing clouds above me. Looking down slowly, I gasp once again, spotting a large... Flight deck of sorts, purple with hints of black.

Bringing my attention back to the Predacon, I laugh nervously, seeing a pair of heated yellow optics glaring back at me, frame shoving in one direction.

Hopping off, I glance around the deck, overwhelmed by the thought of being on a ship, this size even!

Hearing an odd noise, I turn around, frame locking frozen as my optics slowly drag up the once-beast.

Now before me, a dark orange and yellow mech towers above me, frown sitting bland across his faceplate as he stares down at me.

Frame heating in embarrassment, I stumble back, twiddling my digits.

"I-I didn't know Predacons... Transformed..."

Remembering back to my compliments to the beastly mech, I slump in embarrassment, servo reaching behind my helm.

"Oh my... About what I said at- Well that was- I didn't know you could understand me, or that you were a gigantic mech. Not that being large is bad! I mean- Oh no..."

Cradling my helm in my servos, I groan in embarrassment shaking my helm quickly.

"It is quite alright."

Frame locking still once again at the deep voice, I take in a deep vent, calming my nerves as I bring my gaze back up, audio receptors flicking in nervousness.

"I, thank you... Um, so what's your name?"

Hesitating a small moment, he glances back behind me, vision locked on an object out of my view.

"Predaking."

Humming lightly, I nod, calmness coming back slowly as I become more comfortable.

"Predaking? Seems fitting I suppose..."

Hearing a sharp growl, I flinch to prepare to apologize, instead being flung forward as he transforms, being forced behind him as he straightens on four pedes.

"The Predacon? How, how did it-"

"Predacons have a keen sense of home tracking, Predaking simply used his instinct to return."

"Either way, quite the advancement to have our Autobot hunter returned."

Peeking around a back pede, my optics widen, spotting three mechs, each carrying a menacing aura around them, except for a spindly silver-red mech, frame shivering as he stares at Predaking.