#swoop x reader

• Croaking as he nips at your backpack, tempted to fly to a perch with you where the others can’t easily reach, Swoop rumbles when you obligingly run those wonderfully soft hands over his head. And he can feel the others glaring at him. Every day a competition to see who you greet first. Who gets washed first, because that’s your favorite for the day. It has to be. “Swoop is dirty,” he says, hearing Slag growl at him when he almost whines the words, stretching out a wing to show the dirt. “Neglected. Sad.”

• Stalking over, Grimlock’s tempted to put a massive ped on the flyer. “Swoop dirty,” he growls and you smile up at him, momentarily derailing his thoughts because you’re pleased to see him. “Swoop rolled in dirt,” he accuses and you laugh as Swoop hisses a denial even though they’d all seen him do it. ‘You wouldn’t do that would you?’ You ask Swoop and the other dinobot can’t meet your eyes as Snarl and Sludge both snarl ‘would.’ Though Grimlock supposes the others might just be annoyed that it didn’t occur to them first.

• “Slag is favorite,” he rumbles as he tries to nudge you away from Grimlock and Swoop with his head. Hearing your laughter as you let him and the other two snarl in protest. “Slag not roll in dirt. Brought present for little conjunx.” Hears your confused ‘conjunx,’ as his head turns, casting about before carefully picking up a bucket in his jaws and setting it down by your foot. “Present.”

• That’s your bucket, but you thank him anyway, reaching out to rub his head as his optics shutter. And you suck in a breath when Sludge uses his tail to pull you his way so it feels like they’re playing tug of war with you, the big bot rumbling a warning. Even if you didn’t have to go through them squabbling over you every single day, it’d still take forever to wash them when you have five and they’re huge. Know you’ll end up washing Grimlock first because as he likes to point out ‘he’s king’ and the others usually back down before it becomes an all out brawl to challenge Grim. Turning over that strange word, conjunx, you wonder what it means as Sludge’s head lowers on that long neck to nose against you, nearly knocking you on your butt.

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• Clearing his vents, stretched out in a sunny spot in the wash stall, his chin slides on the concrete when he hears your voice. Optics opening, Grimlock doesn’t bother to get up yet. And he rumbles when two small bitlets run into his stall and stop short, eyes wide. Before you run in, cart rattling as you pull it behind you before you stumble to a stop, face flushed. Are these your younglings? Aware of the other Dinobots stirring, one of the younglings points. “Dinosaurs!” He shrieks, running over as you let go of the cart to chase after. ‘What did I just say?’ You yell, catching one youngling around the middle as the other one runs up to Slag and smacks a hand on the other mech’s face to make him snort. ‘No touching!’

• Wing walking closer as his head tilts, the bitlet trying to climb Slag looks up at Swoop with no fear. And the other youngling is kicking and struggling to get loose as you struggle to hang onto the bitlet. “Are you a puh-terrydactyl?” The bitlet climbing Slag asks as the other mech rumbles and tilts his head to send the youngling sliding off of him. ‘Am Swoop,’ he says, venting and scenting you on the youngling before reaching to grip the little one by a leg, head tipping as they giggling hanging upside down when he picks them up. Are all young humans so small or are these runts? Normally humans run from him, not to him and he isn’t sure what to make of it.

• “No. Swoop, no,” you yelp as the Dinobot holds up one of the twins by a leg and you drop the other one to run over. “Swoop! Put him down right now!” You demand. Not that your stern voice is any more effective on Dinobots than it is on small kids. The bot just stares at you. ‘Why?’ And your brother is just laughing, shirt riding up as he squirms, halfheartedly trying to get loose. Apparently having the time of his life while you just imagine him accidentally getting dropped on his head. Turning when you hear Grimlock getting to his big, clawed peds, your heart stops as that massive head lowers toward your other brother.

• Opening a single optic when you rinse off the soap, Grimlock’s jaws part slightly. Knowing you’re done with him and you’ll turn your attention on one of his brothers. Abandon him. Tail thumping slightly as he awkwardly gets to his peds, he growls when Snarl herds you his way. Demanding your attention as Slag hisses and tries to intercept you. Fighting over you when you’re theirs. Have been courting all of them, so you must not mind being shared. And he’s not sure how to feel about that.

• Venting as Sludge tries to nudge you with his tail away from Slag and Snarl, Swoop sees an opening and dives at you. Seizing you in a claw and winging up to a wall out of reach of the others as you yelp. Doesn’t understand the words you’re sputtering as he uses his wings for balance, head tipping to see you better. “Swoop, sweetie, please put me down,” you groan, face in your hands. Sweetie? An endearment? ‘Swoop is sweetie,’ he snarls down at his brothers.

• Getting jostled around in Swoop’s grip, you’re swearing as Sludge rears up on the wall to make the concrete start to crack under his weight and you peek between your fingers. Because you feel the weight of impending catastrophe suffocating you. And most likely, this is somehow going to be your fault. Especially when the other three rear up on the wall and Swoop flaps his wings, snarling and hissing. Those walls not meant to handle the weight on one of them, much less all of them.

• “Give back tiny conjunx,” Grimlock snarls and Snarl couldn’t agree more as he lunges, claws scraping the wall and there’s a resounding crack. With the wrenching sound of metal bending, the wall comes down as a human shrieks from several stalls down and you scream when Swoop launches himself and you air born. And takes off with you. Hissing, Snarl lunges after, aware of the others close behind as you wail at them to please stop. That this is going to come out of your check, whatever that means.

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• Ignoring the others demanding he give you back, he wings higher and leaves the walls of the base. Turning toward the mountains as you groan, little hands over your face. Trying to find a place to nest where they won’t be able to reach you. Steal you. If he can keep you away from the others, you’ll realize he’s the best. That you want to stay with him. Choose him. Can take care of you, be happy. Stretching out his free claw he grabs at the rock face, wings flapping for balance before carefully depositing you on the ledge and transforming.

• Dry heaving as your heart races, you sprawl on your belly on the cold rocky surface. Glad to have something solid under you as you shudder. Why did he just snatch you? Head turning, you watch him using his clawed servos to tear into a crevice in the rock. Widening it into a cave as he just throws boulders down the mountainside like they weigh nothing. “Swoop? Sweetie? Why are we up here?” You ask, voice pitching funnily.

• “Nest,” he says, pleased that you’d called him sweetie again even if it confuses him, too. Maybe you want to bite him? Taste him? Working to make a den, he glances back at you. “Swoop good conjunx. Making safe nest,” he adds and you slowly nod. Before easing toward the edge and looking down. No one can sneak up on him up here. Safe. “Others can’t make nest like Swoop can.”

• Nest? Staring as he keeps digging into the mountainside, that sinking feeling spreads when you hear Grimlock’s distant roar. Because there’s no easy way to get down without Swoop’s help and the others are likely going to be angry. If Swoop refuses to take you back, you’re going to be stuck here. Or have to risk trying to climb down the mountain without falling to your death. “What about the others, though?” You try and he hesitates, looking back at you. ‘What about others?’ He growls, sounding wary. “They’re going to miss us, right?” He’s just staring at you, head tipped slightly as he rumbles. ‘Swoop is best. Good conjunx,’ he mutters sullenly and you don’t know that word, but you have a feeling you’re not going to like figuring out what it means either. “You are. Such a good conjunx, but we can’t abandon the others. They’re your brothers, right?”