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Loki x Reader

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OKAY I REALIZED THIS AT THE LAST MINUTE WHILE WRITING A REQUEST FOR YANDERE ALPHABET! AND WTH I WRITE HEADCANONS NOT ALPHABET! I'M SOOO SORRY. I STILL DID NOT WANT TO DELETE IT, SO TAKE IT 🏃‍♂️

Perhaps it was your behavior that made Loki fall in love with you. But after your first interaction, he will try everything to make you his mate.

Let's say you accept his marriage proposal, he brings you to Elbaf and begins to cut you off from the world, declaring, "This is your home now." The outside world is already a despicable place for Loki.

Wish you knew…that the vows made at your wedding ceremony will be the strings that will tighten around your throat.

He's a selfish, shameless, impudent, awful man. God help the life you're going to live with this giant of a man.

His loyalty to you is unwavering. But he demands the same in return. If he sees you smiling at someone else…he won't punish you. He has other plans for this. He'll still disrupt the peace.

He's very manipulative towards you. Even though he has a soft side towards you, he'll intimidate you when necessary. He doesn't want you to be afraid and try to run away from him.

If your relationship were to be defined by one word: "I can hurt her I can love her."

He literally worships you. Your body, your voice, your thoughts, your speech. Everything about you is sacred to him.

He can give a lot of attention, but when others are around him he won't show this side of himself because he doesn't want them to know that you're his weak spot.

He's pushing you so hard, physically and mentally. When you confront him, he'll say you're treating him badly and abusing his goodwill.

Only he can see your tears. He won't let anyone else shed them.

When you cry, he'll either grunt or laugh about what you're crying about. Either way, it'll end with him licking the tears off your face.

If you're a giant, there will be a lot of bruising on your body. It's not from violence, it's from his tight grip and his rough treatment of your body when you had sex.

He doesn't have a good attitude towards the people of Elbaf, and he doesn't want you to become too attached to them.

If you as a Giant, can no longer stand this relationship and try to escape, he'll grab you tightly by the nape, pull you close and make you cry while spitting venomous words. If your fighting and stubbornness get too intense, there is a possibility that he will slap you.

From the moment the relationship begins, he sees your body as his. He can use it whenever he wants. Your body isn't safe while you sleep.

He was mistreated as a child. He was hated, he didn't strive for love. It was because he didn't deserve to be loved. But then there's you, the one who, despite everything that's happened between you, still tells him you'll love him no matter what. Sometimes he feels uneasy about this. This feeling that reminds him of his childhood, mostly when you sits in a quiet corner after a fight, watching your gaze drift off into the distance.

"Hate me!" sometimes he'll spit it at you. But right after he'll say, "Please don't hate me…" in a fragile, bitter voice.

He is the only one who can make you suffer. And you...you are the only one who can make him regret.

Despite everything that's happened, you're together. Just like it should be.

He was so afraid that when Shanks caught him, you would run away from Elbaf with that scumbag. He'll be so relieved to see your silhouette approaching him, big or small, in that blizzard. But if he doesn't see you from the day he's caught, the sky be subjected to the angry shouts Loki spews.

Let's say you met as children, and while others distance themselves from him, he'll be harsh on you if you approach him. He'll try, but he won't be able to resist you anymore. You'll weaken him, and you might even see him cry as a child. He'll get used to you tagging along, and it will become his sole source of peace, his sole reason for living. And no one will be able to break that bond.

He can't live without you. And he won't let you live without him either.

He can be brazenly honest about his desires and expectations. He strives to meet your expectations, so why don't you do the same?

Your relationship is like the forbidden apple in heaven. Unless you break the law and take a bite, you won't even realize you're in this situation.

[natchayaphorn]

Hey if it's okay could I request a yandere alphabet for Loki

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He'll shower you with gifts at every opportunity, offering you things he thinks you'll like. He's not good at romantic conversation or behavior; he's never had the chance to define normal love, let alone romance. That's why he'll offer you touch and what he deems to be the slightest bit of affection.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He would kill anyone for you, he shows no favoritism. Is there anyone who makes you cry? Not anymore. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Loki is a good liar and manipulator, so he'll try to convince you to come with him to Elbaf. But let's say you don't believe a word he says, and you can't resist being kidnapped by a giant many times your size.

And as for his behavior towards you in Elbaf, he's the only person you've seen. If you whine or cry, he'll ignore it, make fun of you and push you further aside. He can lose his patience sometimes, but he won't hurt you unless necessary.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

No. He won't force you. If he tries, he's worried about the possibility of permanent harm you, either to you or to him. So he'll manipulate you.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Even when he's covered in blood, Loki is someone who denies his weakness. He won't reveal his weakness to you or to anyone else. Yet, he'll open his heart to you, even if he's skeptical. These moments are common when you're alone. He's hungry for attention and longs for an honest, genuine relationship, so if you give him that trust, he won't stop.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Be prepared to be made fun of until you fall asleep. He's having a lot of fun with this. He'll be laughing about things like your height, your naivety, and think you win against him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He doesn't enjoy it much, but he finds it entertaining. He's not fond of such things because he wants to get the idea of running away from you. But let's say you try, he'll make fun of you. I mean come on? Loki is many times bigger than normal giants, let alone humans. Your hour-long run is just a single step for him.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Trying to escape from Elbaf. Especially trying to escape with the help of that damn pirate named Shanks. He won't forgive you, he'll teach you a big lesson when he gets his hands on you. Physical or mental, ready for anything,

Another thing he won't forgive is you cheating on him. Whether it's in a relationship or anything else. He has no soul to tolerate betrayal. But you don't even have the chance to cheat on him; the giants in Elbaf know better than to lay a hand on you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

The best possible future. Married, with children, a happy life. Just you and only him in your life.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He has a jealousy that could move mountains. If the person who is the source of his jealousy survives, know that he is God's beloved.

His jealousy can harm you. It can often turn into hate sex. Or a big hammer stuck in that person's mouth.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Does he want a kiss? He'll get one. Do you want a kiss? Who would refuse you. You can kiss anywhere. Kisses can be deep, soft, long or short, depending on the situation. But there's always a little tenderness there.

Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's not one for such subtleties. He'll have thought about it, but he won't do it. Doing it face to face feels more special and meaningful. He wants to see you receive what he gives. He wants to see your expression when you receive it.

What he does will be face to face, physical and verbal.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

It depends. He'll usually let your relationship know, but he won't show it to anyone, which is his weakness.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He won't punish. Or he might. If you're a giant, maybe he'll hurt you, enough that you won't hate him. Or he'll push you away from him and punish himself along with you. He'll make you feel guilty, play the victim, the righteous side in his actions.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He won't take away most of your rights unless absolutely necessary. I think you'd have to be trying to escape to do something like that. But even if you don't realize it, he'll take your freedom. He won't let you know, he'll advance slowly, getting under your skin with sweet words like honey. You won't have a moment apart from him.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's not patient with anyone. He's easily angered. But you're the exception. He doesn't want you to hate or fear him, so he'll be as patient as possible.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you die, he'll continue his life with immense pain. There are tons of people he wants revenge on. Yet, he'll be gripped by a grief and sadness so profound that no one can understand. Even he's unsure if he'll ever smile again. The part of his heart hurts constantly. I'm not talking emotionally, it actually hurts physically.

Run away or leave? Ehh it's funny to you think he'll just give up. He'll be so angry, so disappointed. But he'll find you anyway, and he won't waste any time.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Elbaf is a paradise, come on, you should thank him. He won't leave you even if you die. I'm serious, he'll live on by your grave.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Since childhood, he's been hated not loved. The love, affection and honesty you showed him when he first met you, bonded him with you. He'd stopped trying to be loved when he was a baby a few months old, but now he only wants your attention, praise and affection. He only wants your love.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'll laugh and joke around but deep down he's uncomfortable. Will you hate him? Will you always be unhappy around him? He keeps thinking about these things.

If he thinks the moment is right, he may try to comfort you.

He won't let you isolate yourself. He might ignore it at first and leave. But if you're still the same even after he's gotten to time you, he'll resist. You shouldn't distance yourself from him; he can't handle that.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He won't put you through hell. He wants you to be happy with him, he wants a real relationship. If your wishes are acceptable to him, he will do it.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Act like a real couple. Maybe marry him or even get closer. He finds comfort and peace in your intimate moments. And that puts him to sleep. This is your only chance to escape. But if you do it once, you'll never be able to do it again.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

If you're human, no. He knows how fragile you are. He'll never resort to physical force or violence. But if you're a giant, well you've probably pushed him to his limit. He'll still be content with a bruise or two.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He'll do anything to win you. He'll literally do anything to earn your love and trust. He could even burn the world down. Regarding respect, his respect for you was established from the moment you first met. That respect will always remain, and he won't tolerate disrespect from others. While he prefers to receive praise from you, he'll give you his undivided attention when it's needed. Be prepared to experience the physical manifestation of being overwhelmed by attention.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As I said, he's impatient. Especially when he's experiencing longing and such feelings for the first time. Telling him to be patient would be a grave injustice. He'll try to get what he wants, whenever he wants it. Whether through sweet talk, manipulation, or force. He will try to get it as if he is racing against time.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Inevitably, it can happen. But he doesn't want that to happen, he doesn't love you for your body or your looks. He's seen your soul and wants it to be alive. You're the only color in his life. That's why he'll go to great lengths to avoid that happening.

[natchayaphorn]

ARMADA DATING HCS! BOT edition

i might do blurr, sideswipe and starscream. i love armada stuff. you rarely see any of it. especially a self insert, i have searched far and wide but it has only ever been fruitless. like a thirsty man trying to find water in a desert.

including: Optimus, Hotshot, Jetfire, Red Alert, Scavenger

cross-posted on ao3.

Optimus Prime:

— As leader of the autobots, he clearly has a certain charisma (unlike others) which really makes almost any bot fall for him but again, as a leader, he’s usually too engrossed in his duties to truly be romantic with anyone. The war has made him a little bit bitter. So don’t expect a confession from his side.

— He’s reluctant to get into a romantic relationship with anyone, mostly to protect them. But he craves love. Optimus loves being taken care of for once in his life. But he is not accustomed to it at all, he's been a war commander for his whole life. His reluctance is a result of never having time or the opportunity to be vulnerable with another. He doesn't really know how to.

—Because of this, he doesn't think he would be a good partner. The fact that he's always busy is there but this is the main reason.

— If you do end up together though, he would be more of a listener than a talker. He loves listening to you ramble and rant. If you’re in a tough spot and need to talk it out, Optimus is always there for you. He's more than happy to offer you guidance and advice. Optimus is a very comforting individual.

— He also makes tiny mental notes about what you like and dislike which is impressive considering the mech is almost always busy. Optimus will use this to his advantage in the future and to his full advantage when the war is over.

— On the contrary, it is much harder to get the bot to talk about how he feels. He’s always had to be seen as a supporting figure for the Autobots, someone to lean and depend on, so as a result most of his emotions are suppressed. He's a closed book that will only open slowly with time.

— But he’s really good at showing you just how happy he is in your presence! Happiness comes naturally to the Prime. You make him feel calm and he really likes that. Being able to lean on someone for the first time in a long time feels nice which is why he is initially reluctant to accept your help or support but then gets accustomed to it.

— Optimus rarely gets jealous. He trusts you and knows that you will never hurt him or let him down.

— He’s a surprisingly touch starved individual. He loves holding your servos or having your arms hold him. Of course, it's only really when it's just the two of you. Optimus has a tough leader persona to maintain. And he doesn't want it to crumble.

— You two sometimes just lay down on the grass in some silent field away from base on the rare occasion that Optimus isn’t busy and just try to talk for hours on end, hoping no one will disturb you two and pray that Megatron will have something better to do than his usual schemes.

— The Prime does try to crack a joke or two every now and then but he has dad humour so its not the funniest. However, if you genuinely do laugh from his horrible attempt at humour, a big wide giddy smile will be behind his face-guard. His bad sense of humour will make you laugh. Optimus manages to get a laugh out of you just because of how bad his attempt was.

— Overall, he’s a sweetheart. Optimus is extremely soft for the most part. You're like an old married couple. Just don’t expect him to be able to make a lot of time for you, he’s a busy bot. Optimus does feel guilty about that in a way, like he's not able to give you the attention you deserve... but you two are in a war so he knows its not practical and he shouldn't be feeling this way.

Hot Shot:

— He has zero dating experience. Hot Shot at first is clueless on what to do but he gets by, somehow. He definitely would confess first to you and try to ask you out.

— Hot Shot is a ball of energy so it's very fun to hang out with him. Unlike with most of the others, you guys can actually go on dates. Hot Shot is willing to gamble if it means you guys can get lovey dovey away from base.

— He’s a talker, he’ll always tell you about his day or how Red Alert is up his aft constantly or how Jetfire gets too cocky. Hot Shot could ramble on for hours but he does listen to what you have to say as well... or he tries to. He doesn’t have the best attention span out there.

— The motor mouth is a sucker for your approval and validation. Hot Shot always waits keenly for your input. Your opinion and how you perceive him matters a lot to him.

— Hot Rod isn’t entirely open to flirting. He does try (even if his flirt skills aren’t the best) but then immediately gets flustered when you reciprocate, which makes you laugh and that makes him even more flustered. Its a self-feeding loop of embarrassment for him.

— In fact, kisses have to be initiated by you. Hot Shot freezes up and tries to play it cool but that stupid smile plastered across his face tells you otherwise. He loves cuddling and soaking up your warmth.

— He’s too coy to initiate any touch for the most part so he doesn’t get touchy.

— He constantly needs your support and reassurance when he’s at his lowest. Especially when Optimus ‘died’.

— Hot Shot gets jealous easily too but he doesn’t really do anything about it. He usually just pouts and mumbles to himself how much better he is... internally. He’s an adorable boyfriend.

— “Matching paint-jobs, please?”

— A lot of this stuff is new for him so bear with him for a while. Hot Shot has always been too focused on other things and he has never really been exposed to romance but he’s glad he gets to experience this for the first time with you.

Jetfire:

— Despite his tough exterior, you’re pretty surprised to find that he has a very soft side to him. He will try to act tough and play it cool even while being with you. Jetfire isn't really sure how he managed to get you to ask him out but he's happy it happened because he was planning on doing it himself but had no idea how to.

— Jetfire is the cocky type. He’s a tease and is very playful sometimes but when the behaviour is reciprocated, he goes full on egotistical. He already has a huge ego and you continue to stroke its flames higher. There are times where when you reciprocate, he gets incredibly flustered if he didn’t see it coming. Jetfire goes speechless in such cases.

— Jetfire drops absolutely horrible pick up lines to you. It makes the others gag. He’s good at many things but flirting isn’t one of them. It's downright cheesy attempts. But it makes you laugh from how bad it is so a win is a win.

— You think he’s a cute but he will vehemently deny the cutie patootie allegations for as long as he functions. He does secretly like it though so do continue.

— He gets a little touchy, he always has to be touching you in some way or another. An arm around your shoulders panels, an arm around your hip struts, servos on your hip struts. But he’s usually only like that in private.

— Jetfire is both a passionate talker and a very avid listener. Conversing with him is fun! But he does get carried away with himself after a successful mission and proceed to ramble about himself.

— Since Jetfire is one of the only Autobots that can fly, he takes you up in the sky sometimes to show you just how beautiful Earth looks from up there. You call him a bird and he gets thrown off by it.

— He’s a BIG show off. Jetfire will do anything do impress you, as long as it doesn't inconvenience Prime but sometimes that doesn’t matter to him either. He tries to maintain his tough exterior with you to show that he is the coolest out of every bot on Cybertron.

— Him? Jealous? Pfft. Don’t be ridiculous! Jetfire knows his worth! (he’s dying on the inside. please let him know how much you love him). Truth is, he can be insecure at times. It’s rather easy to rile him up and get a reaction out of him.

— Jetfire LOVES to make you laugh, he’s always got a joke for you. He hears you laugh and it's like a thousand moons exploded in his head, he really can’t explain it but your laugh just makes him feel something he’s never really felt before. He’s your flying part time stand up comedian boyfriend and Second In Command of the whole Autobot Army.

Red Alert:

— He’s way more charismatic than the others, excluding Prime so it's no surprise you like him. But he does question it slightly considering he’s one of the more no-nonsense types of Autobots. You probably would have to confess first to him.

— Red Alert is usually the silent type but he gets slightly more chatty when you’re around. He doesn’t really initiate conversations most of the time.

— But he shows his love in other ways! Red is more of an action type of person. He’ll give you more physical affection than anything else but only in private. Otherwise its gentle reaffirmations.

— Red is a very good listener. He will remember every single word that leaves your derma. If you do spill drama to him, he will ask for updates about it. He’s more into the deeper types of conversations or world happenings than plain humour but you make him laugh so he loves you.

— He gets concerned very quickly and worries for your safety so he’s made sure to teach you basic first aid just in case. Red Alert will scold you if you get sick or have an injury, even if it's just a scratch.

— He does have a way with words, he’s an excellent writer and will leave behind poems and such for you. He may not be the funniest but his sarcastic comments will get a chuckle out of you.

— Sometimes, you assist him when Red Alert works at the med-bay. You’re sort of like his nurse at this point. He finds it cute how eager you are to help him out, he really admires your passion and how willing you are to learn new things.

— Red Alert never really gets jealous either. He’s a bot that knows his worth. A truly confident mech unlike Jetfire.

— You guys watch the best of entertainment that Earth has to offer together at base when y'all get time. Red likes Brooklyn 99 and most cop related shows. You once compared him to Robocop and he didn’t know what to feel about that.

— Overall, he’s a 10/10 boyfriend. He’s serious most of the time but a little laid back when he has to be.

Scavenger:

— Scavenger is very old. He trained Optimus for Primus' sake! So he’s extremely surprised when you tell him you like him. He doesn’t really have a pleasant face to look at either. He isn't insecure about it or anything, he just knows he's not the best looking. He's not a mech who has time for beauty routines when he was busy being a double-agent. It’s something to keep in mind cause he does tend to get a little old fashioned with romance.

— Also he's very experienced with this stuff, he's had a handful of partners here and there. Its not a lot but considering they're in never ending war and relationships are hard to come by, its pretty experienced by Cybertronian standards.

— He’s a grump with a good sense of humour. Hanging out with him can never really get boring. Scavenger is as sarcastic say they come. You can expect a lot of quips and snark from his side.

— His grumpy-ness crumbles when you’re around. Scavenger usually has a small smile or smirk when you’re around.

— Scavenger is a shameless flirt. He doesn’t back down when it comes to reminding you just how attractive he finds you. He drops pick up lines like bombshells but is actually very smooth with it (unlike others). He’s a very flirty type. But that’s mostly in private. He doesn’t like every bot around knowing what he and his love are up to.

— He’s a very good listener. Scav doesn’t really have a lot to talk about. He’s got some good stories though from all his past adventures but you’ll have to catch him in a really good mood for him to tell you that. And he will not be sharing any of his stories as a Decepticon no matter how much you try to pry it out of his vocalizer because it 'top-secret' apaprently.

— Do not expect him to really tell you how he feels though. It takes time for him to open up, similar to Prime.

— Unintentionally very funny. He says things with a very flat delivery which makes him accidentally the funniest mech amongst them all, not to mention how creative he gets with his insults.

— He’s touchy and touch starved, he loves to hold you and he loves feeling your servos on him. Scav is willing to be like this in public too, as long as you’re fine with it. He’s got no shame for the most part.

— Call him handsome, he likes that. He likes to be praised. Scav doesn’t have as big of an ego as some of his fellow soldiers but he loves it when you fawn all over him. One of the main motivations as to why he’s willing to tell you his old stories is the look of awe in your optics as he explains his fierce battles and his adventures.

— He spoils you filthy every chance he gets and he does so very casually. Scavenger has done a lot of exploring, he’s constantly been on missions going to places far far away so he’ll bring something back for you. He’s also got relatively lot of shanix and a few trinket collections. He'll just drop a shiny gem into your lap and walk away.

— You’re into old mechs and you bagged the grumpiest one.

should i write about these dum-dums some day?

[natchayaphorn]

Summer

[natchayaphorn]

Thank u for ur gorgeous art!!!

Yandere blaster if thats ok? 👉👈

Suree! another coincidence where you dear anon sent this ask, another anon also sends an request for a certain blue music guy! Referenced him here for funsies

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[natchayaphorn]

This is the 10th time you, the liaison, knock his datapads off the table (you always get away with it)

[natchayaphorn]

Nothing I’m asking for — just wanted to send you a little happy-smiley-face-sticky-note-equivalent, digitally of course, y’know, via an ama on tumblr, because those are legit the same things, lol. ;) I wasn’t feeling the best, and then *poof* a fantastic breakfast smoothie and new wonderful things to read, and thus the day got much better. So thank you from the bottom of my smoothie cup—heart, I meant heart. Sending you lots of love and hugs and joy because you certainly give much of that to me every day. (Also, should you ever want a breakfast smoothie recipe, I can hook you up, lol.)

I’m glad my nonsense can help! 💕 Have some Purple People Eaters since they’re finally blooming!

Night and Day Pt 2

Cyberworld Megatron x Reader

• “This world is a trap that favors the strong,” he growls as you run full out to keep up with his long strides. And he glances over his shoulder at you struggling to keep up, his expression very clearly telegraphing that you’re probably going to die here. “Stick close if you want to survive.” Smacking a hand against a tree as you wheeze when he finally stops, he crouches slightly. His stillness putting you on immediate alert. Because after nearly being alien, robot bug chow, you’re painfully aware of the fact that you have no defenses or weapons. Hear him rumble, the low noise prickling over you. “There’s a rejuvenation point through there,” he says, pointing through the trees as he eases down to sit and you relax. “Go heal, little one.” That’s not a terrible idea, you’re exhausted. Don’t understand this place, but you’re beginning to suspect it’s something like a video game.

• Pretending to be disinterested as you glance at the brush, he waits to see if you react to the health bar he can see on the other side of the tree line. And you only hesitate for a klik before pushing through, confirming that you can’t see stats. Chuckling, he spawns his weapon and new shield to wait for you to realize there’s a threat over there. Lunging to his peds when you scream and come running back out and as Snarl charges after you with a roar, he opens fires. Smirking as you run right for him, falling and scrambling on all fours between his peds as he attacks to drive the dinobot back. Listening to the other mech’s enraged roaring as he retreats. Hears your frightened gasping as he waits and he watches a handful of points get added to his status bar. No energon cube, though and not enough to level up again. Maybe you need to be in more danger?

• Heart racing as you sprawl between his peds, you shudder. Does everything here but him want to kill you specifically? “Poor thing. Are you alright?” He rumbles, bending down to offer you a big servo. “That must have been terrifying,” he says worriedly as you grab on and let him haul you up. Nearly falling down again when he reaches to right your shirt and brush leaves out of your hair.

• Watches you tremble before scanning the area. Hadn’t Scorponok been around this area last time he was here? Saving you from that one should reward him better. Maybe the dinobot wasn’t worth much because he wasn’t making much of an effort to harm you, just drive you from his territory? “I’m okay,” you manage even though you’re wobbly as you glance nervously back at the trees. You’ll probably be reluctant to leave him now, which isn’t a bad thing. If you are an infinite cheat for points and energon spawns, he’s keeping you around. And alive.

• Hate this place. Skin crawling, you stumble sideways when he offers you his hands. Offering you a ride instead of making you run after him? Or maybe you’re just slowing him down and this is a bad area at night? Is there even a night here? You don’t know what this place is, but you’ve seen stuff glitch slightly. Like none of this is real. Or maybe you’re right and it really is a video game? If it is, you don’t understand the rules. Gingerly sliding yourself into his hands, he lifts you and starts walking as you cling to his servos. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he growls in his deep, rumbling voice. Reassuring you.

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[natchayaphorn]

I'm calling him Megabull for now on, seriously I love his design in cyberworld and that voice

Same 🤣

Night and Day

Cyberworld Megatron x Reader

• Growling as he flexes his servos, that constant status bar hovering just at the top of his vision is maddening. Mocking him as his health slowly ticks down. Needing energon. Hates it like he hates this place he’s trapped in, forced to play along to survive. Because this place only favors the strong, only rewards them with survival. And he draws his weapon at a rustling in the jungle, tense. An Autobot? Decepticon? Factions don’t matter here, everyone is an enemy. Points to claim. The thing that stumbles out of the underbrush, tangled in vines and nearly falling is just an organic. No health or status bar registering as he vents. No threat. Worthless.

• Falling, you stare up at the metal monster looming over you, a massive weapon leveled at you as your heart races. Because wherever you are, it can apparently get worse. Don’t even know how you got here, your memories confused. You’d always thought you’d do well under pressure, but you just freeze starting up at those glowing optics as the monster’s lip curls, your brain screaming to run and you can’t. And his hand flexes, the weapon disappearing in a flurry of pixels as the giant just turns and walks away. “W-wait!” Lunging to your feet and nearly falling again as you kick free of a vine, you jog after him because he’s the first person or vaguely person shaped thing you’ve seen in this place. “Do you know how to get out of here? I need to go home!”

• You’re following him. Wonders idly if you’re like the trees and rocks here, not worth any points to destroy. You don’t have a health bar, so you’re not competition. Though he’d given up on trying to figure out the rules in this place, adopting his own. “I wouldn’t worry. You won’t survive that long anyway,” he growls. Someone will take a shot at you on the off chance the system will offer a reward for killing you. He’s tempted, but not interested in wasting energon if you really are as worthless as he suspects. And another bar blips up in his periphery right before Chop Shop launches himself from the trees with a snarl.

• ‘Lucky. A morsel and energon,’ the new monster hisses, sharp denta bared as he lunges for the the big, gray mech. And you scream, trying to get clear as the first one snarls. “You forget yourself. Forget who I am?” The mech with the horns growls as his arm transforms and blasts the bug monster in the chest. Scrambling behind the gray one, you’re tempted to just run for it, but what if there’s more like him out there? Your mech lashing out again and again, denta bared in a snarl as the bug sinks his own sharp denta into his arm.

• Snarling as he blasts Chop Shop again, he realizes the Insecticon has been having better luck here than he has. Likely cannibalizing other Cybertronians trapped here. Intending to devour him, too. Furious, he roars and throws himself into attacking instead of defending. And the other mech tries to lunge past him, to get behind him to attack, and he growls, servos seizing the Insecticon, digging in hard enough to dent his plating as he belatedly realizes the bug was going after you, not him. Swinging the Insecticon, he slings him into the tree line, opening fire with his blaster in that direction. And an achievement notification pops up as a shield manifests, its weight making him stumble as it catches him off guard. And he stares at the word Defender hovering above him as his level ticks up. Venting raggedly as an energon cube appears, he reaches for it. Relief spilling through him as he’s replenished. So you are valuable after all. Smiling lazily, realizing he can use you as bait and be rewarded for ‘saving’ you.

• Heart hammering in your chest as a bottle of water and a sandwich just appear in the air, when you reach, they disappear as soon as you touch them. But your hunger and thirst fade away. Not creepy at all, you decide making a face. And the big, gray mech is staring at you sprawled on the ground. “Megatron,” he growls and you just blink. Is that his name? Scrambling to your feet, you jog after him when he starts walking away. He’d saved you from the bug, and he’s right. Without help, you’re not going to live long enough to get home. Mouth opening to call out your own name, you hesitate. Unable to remember what your name is as you run after him. Why can’t you remember?

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First artwork in a while and it’s Ultra Magnus cat from @madamadamiu's Lost Light Cat Shelter.

He’s taken residence in a park! I hope the people don’t mind.

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not canon but I've been thinking about these two way too much since the last about Lockdown and Rogue!y/n

Based off Maleficent and Aurora

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🤍💜 (๑>؂•̀๑)

ratbat in prime rouge's costume again and y/n!

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Reader who sends a long and heartfelt fan letter to Tenna with no return address because they think they're doing something cringe + it'll get mixed up with the rest of the fanmail anyway X Tenna who reads and rereads their letter, agonising over the lack of personal details (not even your name), desperate to find the one person who's written to him in years

- op is an 18+ blog -

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windscream doodles

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words to use instead of ________

"Mad"

aggravated, angry, annoyed, boiling, cross, enraged, exasperated, fuming, furious, heated, incensed, indignant, irate, irritable, livid, offended, outraged, riled, steamed, storming, upset

"Nice"

amiable, charming, cordial, courteous, delightful, favorable, friendly, genial, gentle, gracious, helpful, inviting, kind, lovely, obliging, peaceful, peachy, pleasant, polite, swell, sympathetic, tender, welcoming, well-mannered, winning

"Pretty"

alluring, appealing, attractive, beautiful, charming, cute, delightful, desirable, elegant, eye-catching, fair, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, intriguing, lovely, pleasing, striking, stunning, sweet

"Said"

alleged, argued, asked, asserted, babbled, bellowed, bragged, commented, complained, cried, declined, demanded, denied, encouraged, expressed, giggled, growled, inquired, moaned, nagged, rebuked, rebutted, replied, rejected, retorted, roared, scolded, shrieked, shrugged, stated, taunted, vowed, warned, whined, whispered, yelled

"Went"

avoid, bolt, bound, depart, exit, escape, flee, fly, hike, hop, jaunt, jolt, journey, leap, leave, lurch, march, mosey, move, pace, parade, pass, progress, retreat, saunter, scoot, skip, split, step, stride, stroll, tour, travel, vanish

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Do you have any scenarios with Beachcomber?? I cant find much of him, and that is a shame, this man deserve some praises

He’s adorable- and one of the few Blokees I’m missing… I should fix that

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Beachcomber x Reader

• Watching you swim in the lake, he reaches out, servos ghosting under the jaw of one of the deer that wandered up and its ears flick as it snorts and drops its head to graze. Unbothered by him, though it shifts on its slender legs, pawing when you break the surface with a gasp. Staring at you uncertainly before snorting and bounding into the trees, the rest of them following like ghosts, just fleeting shapes dappled in the sun through the branches and then gone.

• Treading water, you watch him watch the deer before his head swings back your way. Sometimes you think he sees you like those deer or any other animal he coaxes closer instead of a person. Like you’re some exotic wildlife he’s not entirely sure he should interact with. Maybe he’s afraid of changing you by being around you, but you like his easy companionship. Like that Is easier to be kinder around him, because he’s kind. That he never asks for anything but your time and you have no problem giving him as much of that as he wants.

• Loves watching you in the water, the way you move and interact. Hadn’t been that sure of humans at first, entranced by the delicate organics, but then disillusioned the more he learned about them. Because your people can be truly awful, but then, so can Cybertronians. Watching your shape cut through the water before climbing out, hair slicked back and your coverings clinging to your skin, he reaches out a hand and you lay a soft hand on his big servo to allow him to help you up the bank. “Sorry I scared off the deer,” you say, letting go to combing through your wet hair with your fingers.

• “They’ll come back if they want to,” he replies, visor brightening slightly as you sit in the grass by the huge bot. And he mass shifts, the sudden change in size still unsettling no matter how many times you see it as he eases back to lay down and you mimic him. Staring up at the wispy clouds in an otherwise blue sky. “I know what Prime said, but you know you can leave if you want to, right?” Breath hitching as you push up onto an elbow so you’re looking down at him as his head turns your way. Feel the back of his servos brush your damp cheek and you fight the urge to lean into his touch.

• “If I wanted to stay?” You whisper, eyes unsure. And he realizes it’s not about what you want, but if he wants you here. With him. Hates that he might have made you feel that way as he cups your cheek. But how can you not realize how he feels? ‘I want you to stay,’ he says and he feels you relax into his touch as he rolls and carefully tucks you into his frame, your back to his chassis, an arm draped across you as his servos intertwine with your fingers. Still not sure if he’s doing the right thing hanging onto you, keeping you, but he wants to. Needs something soft and warm. Someone who understands him, doesn’t think he’s useless. Who isn’t constantly disappointed with him for being a pacifist. He can fight if push comes to shove, but it’s always hurt his spark to cause harm. Just wants to be here, enjoy a world still living and thriving. To be allowed to live in turn.

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Hi first post on tumblr

This account will drop arts about cybertronian!reader

Mainly I get inspired from @/jadeyuuzi their arts are impressive im very love it 🎀

I hope y’all like it ;) //I can’t design transformers character good enough im sorry about that…

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Heyyyyyyy here's another request please and im sorry!! Strawhats x fem reader where fem reader is a gentle quiet person who likes to draw. But she comes from a loud wild fun big(im talking like 10 siblings big and shes the middle child?)family? So when the strawhats are with her its just so peaceful but when they meet her family theyre shocked that she isnt like them? But her family truly loves her and she just prefers quietness over loudness but she does participate whenever they have activities(if its not too wild yk). So when they do play a game and reader finally gets active the strawhats see a new side to her and theyre just all happy that she's happy? Anyways last request for this week🙂😭

The Artist Unveiling

Straw Hat Pirates x Reader

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⋆˚࿔ Words: 5,571

ᯓ★ Warnings: there’s none really!! maybe hinted fem reader but that’s really it:)

⋆˚࿔ A/N: I actually had such a fun time writing this. As someone who is a middle child in a large, unruly family, this was amusing. ( ˘ ³˘)

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You never really saw the point in talking when your hands could speak volumes more. It wasn’t that you disliked conversation; it’s just that your voice often felt unnecessary.

The Thousand Sunny had its pockets of quiet, if you knew where to look. The upper deck at dawn, the lawn deck after supper, or the observation room late at night once Nami was asleep. But the rest of the ship? Silence was a rare commodity. Luffy's endless shouts about meat or danger, Nami barking orders from the helm, Usopp and Franky's raucous laughter over explosions and inventions. Even Zoro, usually so stoic, managed more grunts and growls in a day than you uttered in a week.

Still, they never seemed to need your words. They managed just fine without them. It made you wonder if you were invisible, or just… an adjacent presence. You truly loved them. They were warm, wonderfully chaotic, larger than life – like your family back home, only wetter, louder, and somehow even more prone to dramatic outbursts.

So, you showed it instead. Love, appreciation, worry, loyalty—it all came out in gestures, in sketches, in small, thoughtful things they never had to ask for.

You’d leave a stack of hand-drawn posters, depicting meats and victorious poses, by Luffy's hammock. He’d believe they'd magically appeared, proudly slapping them onto the mast, always exclaiming, "I LOOK SO COOL!" You never set him straight.

You'd sneak into the galley when Sanji wasn't looking, reorganizing the spice shelf exactly how he liked it, even though it made no sense to anyone else. You'd leave neatly folded drawings of rare fish near the fridge, ones you remembered from the waters they’d passed. Sometimes he found them. He never said a word, but they’d remain tucked behind the glass of his spice rack.

You’d mend tiny tears in Zoro’s waistband when he'd carelessly left his swords lying around like some wayward teenager. You knew he probably wouldn’t notice your stitching – he barely noticed if his shirt was inside out – but you did it anyway. Once, after his hundredth push-up, he grunted when you handed him water. You counted that as a thank you.

For Robin, your gifts were always quiet: pressed flowers placed between the pages of her books, shaped into hands, sun hats, or other delicate forms. She always saw them. Sometimes, she’d glance your way, a thoughtful look in her eyes, soft with an understanding you never needed to articulate.

Franky would find blueprint doodles slipped under his door. Just ideas, silly ones: a cola-powered bird, a submersible duck, a cannon shaped like a fist. He once left a thumbs-up sticker on your pencil case, and it was still there.

Usopp received drawings of his tales: Sniper King with glowing eyes and a flowing cape, vanquishing ten-ton sea beasts with a slingshot made of sea prism stone. He’d beam for a week afterward, convinced Luffy had drawn them. Luffy, of course, denied it. You never corrected either of them.

Brook got a song sheet – a half-finished melody you weren’t sure he’d understand. The next day, he played it. Softly, slowly. It had no lyrics, but you hummed along when no one was listening.

Even Jinbe. You’d observe the tension in his shoulders during battle, the way he sat alone after dinner, always facing the sea. You left a drawing on the railing beside him, a depiction of the ocean from below. He held it for a long time.

They didn’t always see you. Most of the time, they didn’t know who cleaned the cannon barrels, untangled the ropes, or replaced the busted hinge on Nami’s drawer. Most of the time, they’d assume it was someone else – Robin, Chopper, or even just the wind.

And maybe that was perfectly fine.

Because you did have things to say. You just said them in ink and charcoal, in brushstrokes and fingerprints. And when you couldn’t say “I love you” in words, you drew it – over and over and over again.

Your sketchbook was filled with them.

Your family. Your loud, wild, beautiful family.

Back home, silence wasn’t a given; it was a luxury you had to fight for—sometimes quite literally.

Ten siblings. Ten. That wasn't a family; it was a constant storm system. Shouts echoing down the hallway at sunrise, sandals flying in impromptu chases, arguments over chores escalating into full-blown warfare. Someone was always crying. Someone was always singing. Someone was always breaking something.

And then there was you. The quiet one. Smack-dab in the middle. Not the oldest, not the baby. You learned to exist in the in-between spaces, in the corners, in the moments when no one was paying attention. That's when you truly thrived, with a pencil in hand, a notebook tucked under your arm, and a world of your own making inside your head.

But don’t mistake that for passivity.

You were competitive. Cutthroat, if we’re being honest. Games of tag devolved into warzones. Arm wrestling matches usually ended with someone in tears (most often your older brother). Once, your cousin dared you to race him across the rooftops. You fell, cracked two ribs, and still claimed victory because he tripped first. Your mother grounded both of you, but your siblings declared you a legend.

You were quiet, sure. But when it mattered—when someone challenged you, or a goal was in front of you—you ignited. There was a fire in your belly, something sharp beneath your stillness. And your family saw it. They never mistook your quietness for softness. You were a force in your own right.

The Straw Hats hadn’t seen that side of you.

And you were determined to keep it that way.

The Sunny didn’t need another chaos engine; Luffy filled that role perfectly. You didn't need to prove yourself with shouting or competition here. On this ship, you could just be. You could draw in peace, offer quiet help, and let your love be known through actions.

Still, there were moments—tiny ones—that reminded you of home. The way Sanji would yell, “DON’T WASTE FOOD!” just like your second-oldest sister used to. How Chopper would puff up, embarrassed by praise, so much like your little brother. How Nami haggled with vendors as if she were born to it; your mother would have adored her.

Sometimes, you’d catch yourself smiling at their bickering, their teasing, their noise. It didn’t annoy you the way it used to back then. Now, it warmed you. It brought back memories of late nights squished between siblings on the roof, watching stars and daring each other to jump to the neighbor’s shed. Of stealing the last dumpling and feigning innocence until chaos erupted. Of bruised knees and belly laughter.

One night, Luffy threw a spoon at Zoro across the dinner table. Zoro caught it without looking. Nami smacked both of them with her shoe. Sanji screamed about manners. You bit back a grin. Home, you thought.

But even with all that comfort, all that familiarity… you kept your competitive side buried.

You didn't want them to see it.

Didn't want Luffy to get that look in his eye, the one that screamed, “LET’S FIGHT!”

Didn't want Usopp to challenge you to a game of darts and never recover from the inevitable defeat.

Didn't want Zoro to grunt, “You’re not bad,” and then make you train at sunrise for the rest of your life.

So you played your part.

Quiet. Gentle. Helpful.

The invisible current beneath their wild tides.

And for now, that was enough.

It was a slow day at sea. No islands dotted the horizon, no danger loomed, not even a weird sky fish appeared to distract Luffy. Just sun, ocean, and a rare breeze that made the sails flutter gently, like laundry on a line. Everyone was restless in their own way, but not enough to tackle chores or engage in training. Inevitably, boredom had taken root.

That’s when the idea struck.

“GAME NIGHT!” Usopp bellowed from the deck, standing tall on a crate as if declaring a national emergency.

You looked up from your sketchbook, a pencil still resting against your lower lip. Your spot in the shade beneath the mast had been perfect, your drawing of Robin nearly complete. But already, Luffy had seized Chopper, shaking him with glee and shouting something about "ultimate championships" and "you’re going down!"

You offered a small smile, quietly closing your sketchbook and tucking it under your arm. You didn't always join in, not because you didn't want to, but because… well, your voice tended to get swallowed in all the shouting, and sometimes it was easier just to watch.

But today—maybe today you’d try.

They dragged out a small stack of makeshift games Sanji had salvaged from some market: dice, a deck of uneven cards, strange board pieces shaped like sea creatures, and a cracked hourglass filled with pink sand. Nothing matched. Nothing made sense. But somehow, it worked.

“What are we playing?” you asked, just loud enough to be heard.

Chopper’s eyes lit up. "Y/N! You’re playing too?!"

You nodded, slipping into a spot between Robin and Franky on the grass. Nami gave you an approving glance—one of those small looks that made you feel seen without a single word.

“Alright,” Usopp announced, holding up a tattered rulebook as if it were sacred scripture. “We’re playing ‘Pirate’s Gamble.’ You get three coins, two cards, and one challenge per turn. Lose your coins, you’re out. Win the most cards, you win the game.”

Zoro grunted. “Sounds stupid.”

“Too bad,” Nami said, already shuffling the deck. “We’re all playing.”

The game made no sense. None of the rules were consistent. Sometimes winning a round meant arm wrestling. Sometimes it meant guessing a number between one and a hundred. Once, you even had to balance a spoon on your nose while telling a joke, which ended with Luffy choking on laughter and Sanji yelling that it didn’t count.

But you played. You sat there quietly, watching, listening, picking up the flow like you always did. And when it came time for your first challenge—arm wrestling Nami—you hesitated.

Everyone leaned in. You were quiet. Gentle. The one who drew them in soft colors and pressed flowers into their maps.

But you weren’t weak.

You gripped Nami’s hand, your eyebrows raising slightly when she smirked at you. She expected it to be easy.

You let her believe that.

Then, in one sudden snap of movement, you pinned her hand flat against the crate.

Silence.

“…What,” Nami said.

Luffy screamed, “THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

Zoro squinted at you. “Huh.”

Usopp’s mouth hung open. “Have you been hiding your strength this whole time?!”

You didn’t say much. Just gave a small shrug and smiled softly, your cheeks warm.

The game continued, louder now, more chaotic, and somehow even more fun. You didn’t win—you weren’t trying to—but you didn’t disappear, either. You played. You laughed a little. You high-fived Chopper when he beat Zoro in a rock-paper-scissors challenge. You drew a doodle of Franky with seaweed hair and slid it across the circle, and he snorted.

They were loud. You were not. But you belonged there.

And when the sun began to set and the laughter finally faded into yawns and leftovers, you slipped away to your corner with your sketchbook. But this time, it wasn’t to be alone. It was to remember.

You sketched the game. The way Nami’s jaw dropped. The way Luffy’s fists punched the sky in joy. The grin on Chopper’s face. The chaos, the color, the energy.

You loved them.

And they were starting to understand the way you showed it.

It had been a long time since you’d last seen your family.

Your father. Your sisters. Your brothers—older, younger, the twins, the baby. Too many names to list, too many memories to sort through. You missed them all with this dull, low ache that you kept tucked somewhere behind your ribs, like a sketch you never finished—always there, always waiting for the right moment to return to.

And then the moment came.

“We’ll be docking at the next island for a couple days,” Nami announced one lazy afternoon, charting the wind with her usual fierce concentration. “Should be a decent place to restock and stretch our legs.”

You heard the name of the island, and your heart stopped. Just for a second. Long enough that the sound of it echoed through your chest like a bell struck underwater.

That was home.

Your hand twitched around the pencil. You blinked down at the drawing you were working on—Luffy, asleep in a tree—and smiled without realizing it. A small one. The kind you didn’t even notice on your own face unless someone else pointed it out.

“Y/N?” Robin tilted her head toward you, watching.

And that’s when it slipped out. “That’s my home island.”

The crew perked up instantly.

“No way!” Chopper gasped, bouncing in place. “Really?!”

“That’s awesome,” Usopp grinned. “You gonna show us where you grew up?”

You nodded, and this warmth unfurled in your chest, soft and blooming. “I can’t wait for you to meet my family.”

You didn’t say how many.

You didn’t think you had to.

You just laughed quietly when Luffy declared, “I BET THEY’RE AS QUIET AS YOU!” and you murmured, “…Something like that.”

You could feel the buzz in your bones as the island came into view. Familiar trees, familiar cliff shapes, the scent of the coastline—it all came rushing back in like it hadn’t been years.

The Sunny hadn’t even fully dropped anchor before you were standing at the railing, fingers gripping the wood, eyes scanning for the dirt path that curved past the hills, for the old fishing shack by the beach. Your heart was hammering like a drum solo in your chest.

And just as you thought maybe they’d all forgotten, you heard it.

A scream.

“Y/N?!!”

It was your little sister’s voice. Then your brother’s. Then your cousin’s. Then more—voices layering over each other, racing, yelling, erupting into the wild chaos that was your family.

“Y/N’s back!!”

“I SEE HER!”

“I CALLED HER FIRST!”

“NO YOU DIDN’T, I DID!”

The shoreline was suddenly full of bodies.

A stampede.

Your siblings, all shapes and sizes, barefoot and wild and fast, tore across the sand like a tidal wave. You barely had time to brace before the first one slammed into you—a tackle-hug so powerful it nearly knocked you off the deck.

Then the rest came. Climbing over the rail. Clinging to your arms, your shoulders, yelling in your ears, ruffling your hair, kissing your cheeks. A blur of voices, of too many names shouted too quickly.

You were buried.

Utterly and completely.

The Straw Hats stood frozen behind you.

Luffy blinked. “…Huh.”

Zoro, who’d wandered out to see what the fuss was, stared. “How many are there.”

Sanji’s cigarette dropped from his mouth.

Chopper counted on his hooves, lost track at six, and gave up. Usopp was pale.

Brook whispered, “Yohoho… it’s like she was raised in a stampede…”

And Nami, wide-eyed, leaned toward Robin and said, “I don’t think she mentioned the number.”

You, at the center of the chaos, laughed. Laughed. Loud and bright and free, the kind that rarely made it past your lips. Your younger sister clung to your waist, the twins fought over who you missed more, and someone yelled, “YOU’RE FAMOUS NOW?!”

You looked back at your crew, breathless, grinning.

“This is them,” you said. “My family.”

They didn’t say it, but you saw it on their faces—everything made sense now. The reason you were so quiet, so careful. The reason you didn’t need to shout to be heard. You had come from a place where noise was a given, and peace was something you carved out for yourself.

They watched you in this new light, surrounded by love and mess and too many arms around your neck.

You weren’t just the quiet girl with the sketchbook anymore.

You were their quiet girl with the sketchbook.

And you were loved. Loudly. Unconditionally.

Just like always.

You hadn't worn a smile like that in ages. Not the polite, almost imperceptible ones you offered when someone praised your art. Not the shy, fleeting grins for Chopper’s latest herb discovery or Zoro’s rare, gruff "good job." This was different.

Your face was alight, a full-force, cloudless sunshine kind of smile, teeth showing, eyes crinkling at the corners. A laugh kept bubbling in your throat, like soda shaken too long, and your cheeks actually ached from the sheer joy of it.

You turned to your crew—your second family, the ones who had rarely heard your voice above a whisper—and with your siblings still clinging to your arms, you beamed at them. “Everyone,” you announced, “meet my family.”

A dozen heads whipped toward the Straw Hats with wild, unbridled curiosity. Immediately, the chaos reignited, like fire doused in oil.

“Is that the one with the green hair?! He looks so mad!”

“Whoa, he’s huge! Is he a fish?!”

“Which one’s the captain?”

“That one has a sword in his mouth!”

“Is that skeleton real?! Can I touch his bones?!”

“*You travel with boys?! Oh my god, you have a crush on one of them, don’t you?!”

“No, she doesn’t!” one of your little brothers snapped indignantly. “She’s a pirate queen, obviously.”

Luffy was already knee-deep in the sand, tangled in a joyous pile of your younger siblings like he’d always belonged there. “YOUR FAMILY IS AWESOME!!!” he screamed, getting a piggyback ride from a six-year-old. “Wait—Y/N! Is that your mom?!” He pointed to your father, who stood in the distance, watching the pandemonium with arms crossed and a crooked, proud smile.

“No, Luffy,” you said gently, a soft chuckle escaping. “That’s my dad.”

“Oh.”

Nami, meanwhile, looked like she was clinging to sanity by a thread. “How do you function with this many siblings? How do you even breathe?”

You just shrugged, still grinning. “You get used to dodging elbows.”

Your older sister, arms crossed, eyed Nami up and down. “You’re the navigator?”

Nami raised a brow. “Yeah.”

“Huh,” your sister said, a flicker of approval in her gaze. “You look expensive. I like it.”

Nami blinked. “…Thanks?”

Sanji was practically swooning, stretched out in the sand like a man utterly overwhelmed by beauty. “So many younger siblings… This must be what heaven feels like…”

“You lay one finger on any of them,” you warned sweetly, your voice surprisingly firm, “and I will draw you falling off a cliff. And then make it happen.”

Usopp was swarmed, your cousins hanging off him like festive decorations. “Are you really a sniper?! Do you have a gun?! Have you killed someone?!”

“W-Whoa, whoa, let’s stick to ‘incredibly heroic storyteller,’” he stammered, sweating profusely.

Zoro looked mildly uncomfortable with a toddler attempting to scale his leg. “Do they bite?”

“Sometimes,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye.

“…I respect that.”

Brook had gathered a small, mesmerized group, playing a soft tune on his violin while two of your sisters meticulously braided tiny flowers into his coat. “Yohohoho, I haven’t felt this youthful in years!” he laughed, then added, “Ah wait… I’m a skeleton, I don’t feel anything at all.”

Jinbe, calm and composed, knelt beside your father. The two had somehow gravitated to the same quiet edge of the crowd, exchanging a look that spoke a thousand words men of few words never needed to utter. Respect. Pride. Trust.

Robin stood beside you, watching the scene unfold with a soft, knowing smile. “They’re exactly how I pictured them,” she said.

You glanced sideways at her. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Loud. Chaotic. Completely in love with you.”

You paused, looking back at your sprawling family—your siblings running in dizzying circles, your father pretending not to smile as he watched you, your crew folding effortlessly into the madness as if they’d always belonged.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back another huge smile, but it burst forth anyway. “They remind me of you guys,” you said quietly. “It’s kind of the same. The noise. The warmth. All of it.”

Robin gently bumped your shoulder with hers. “We’re the same in your eyes?”

You nodded. “Always have been.”

And maybe it was the way you were glowing. Maybe it was the way you stood taller, laughed louder, moved freer. But your crew saw something in you they hadn’t before. A different side. A side not hidden by silence or shadow. A side that truly shined.

And even though the day had only just begun, even though Luffy was already making plans for some sort of “welcome-home feast,” and your siblings were excitedly mapping out pirate-versus-family obstacle courses, you knew one thing for sure:

This—all of this—was home.

And now you had two of them.

By midday, someone had unearthed the old wooden crates from behind your family’s house—the very ones your older brother had once defaced with crooked numbers and audacious declarations like "BATTLE ZONE" and "ARE YOU A COWARD?" in black tar paint. These weren't just family games; they were meticulously disguised warfare, and with the Straw Hats now in the mix, the battlefield had gloriously expanded.

It was, frankly, inevitable.

“Alright!” your cousin bellowed from atop a barrel, a whistle dangling from her neck as if she were born to orchestrate delightful mayhem. “Family vs. Pirates! Winner gets bragging rights and the last piece of sweet bread!”

That, predictably, snagged Luffy’s attention. “I’M IN!” he roared, practically vibrating with excitement.

“What are the rules?” Zoro inquired, already cracking his knuckles with a dangerous gleam in his eye.

Your cousin simply grinned, a wicked glint in her own. “There are none.”

Robin let out a soft, amused chuckle. “This is going to be entertaining,” she murmured, a hint of genuine delight in her tone.

You stood in the middle of it all, your smile still blindingly bright, but now subtly sharpened—like sunlight catching on finely honed glass. The familiar warmth radiated from you, yet something in your eyes had distinctly shifted. You bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, cracked your own knuckles with a satisfying pop, and tilted your head, a predator scenting the wind.

Nami, ever perceptive, glanced at you sideways. “…You good?” she asked, a flicker of surprise in her expression.

You merely grinned, a wide, genuine, slightly terrifying grin. “Yeah. Just haven’t played this in a while.”

The games commenced with "Island Dash," a relay-style race that demanded barefoot sprinting, audacious object collection from various corners of the village, nimble dodging of surprise attacks from ambush-loving siblings, and the supreme challenge of returning without dropping a single precious item.

You ran second for the Straw Hats.

Usopp was up first, a whirlwind of panicked energy, sprinting like his very life depended on it, yelling something incoherent about ankle traps and “dirty tactics!” And just as he launched himself in a dramatic dive for the baton, you snatched it cleanly out of midair, a blur of motion, and bolted.

You were no longer merely running; you were a silent, focused, lethal streak. You didn’t just move; you weaved, a master of your childhood terrain. You remembered precisely where the hidden traps would be, the exact crate your younger brother favored for ambushes, the spot where your sister would feign a trip only to actually trip you if you weren’t careful.

You leapt over a rogue bucket with effortless grace, slid under a flapping clothesline with surprising fluidity, ducked a projectile shoe (courtesy of a grinning Zoro) without losing a single beat in your stride.

When you hit the finish line, your crew stood utterly dumbfounded.

You barely even breathed hard. You simply handed the baton to a wide-eyed Chopper and turned, a calm, deeply satisfied nod your only commentary.

“…What was that?” Sanji managed to stammer, looking utterly flummoxed.

“Y/N’s got wheels,” Zoro muttered, a rare flicker of impressed surprise in his usually stoic gaze.

“She’s holding back!” Luffy crowed, his grin widening impossibly. “I knew she was hiding something!”

Next up was "Tower Wars."

The objective: stack wooden crates as high as humanly—or pirate-ly—possible, climb to the precarious summit, and plant a flag—all while the opposing team relentlessly tried to dismantle your architectural masterpiece with bean bags, strategically aimed buckets of water, or, in true family fashion, mild but potent emotional damage.

You didn’t even flinch when your cousin, mid-climb, shrieked your full name and dramatically recalled, “Remember when you cried ’cause your drawing got smudged in the rain?!”

You simply reached the top, casually body-blocked a perfectly aimed flying sandal with one arm, and planted the flag with the other, all in one fluid, defiant motion.

The cheers from both teams were deafening, a riotous symphony of familial pride and grudging pirate admiration. Even your dad cracked a rare, proud smirk from his chair near the porch.

By the third game, "Screaming Toss"—which involved yelling trivia answers at the top of your lungs while attempting to catch slippery, overripe fruits—you were fully, gloriously locked in. Competitive. Focused. And, to Nami’s delight and slight bewilderment, sharp-tongued in a way that made her eyebrows shoot up, prompting her to mutter, “So she does have a savage side.”

You were still undeniably you—quiet, kind—but now your crew could see the spark. The undeniable fire. That unshakable, unstoppable part of you that never needed words to make itself loudly known.

When your brother tried to psyche you out during a round of “Truth or Dare Dodgeball,” yelling a ridiculous dare as he threw, you wordlessly dodged the incoming projectile, caught the ball with lightning speed, and pegged him squarely in the shoulder without so much as a blink.

“Holy crap,” Usopp whispered, wide-eyed. “She’s cold.”

“She’s awesome!” Chopper squealed, bouncing with glee.

And by the end of the day, with everyone utterly exhausted, adorably covered in grass stains, various bruises, and a smattering of leftover flower petals (courtesy of Brook’s impromptu floral arrangements), the Straw Hats and your family had sprawled out across the hillside in a magnificent, tangled heap. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in fiery hues. Luffy had one of your younger siblings asleep on his chest, snoring contentedly. Sanji was amiably grilling something delicious with your older brother, trading secret family recipes. Franky and your cousin were locked in an epic arm-wrestling match, grunting with effort. Nami had cunningly stolen someone’s towel and repurposed it into a perfectly squishy pillow.

And you?

You were lying comfortably between Robin and your younger sister, your sketchbook open, rapidly capturing the day’s glorious chaos in quick, sure lines. Your sister leaned into you, whispering silly jokes that made you quietly snicker. Robin held a fragrant lemon sprig between her fingers, a thoughtful smile playing on her lips. “You really should’ve warned us about your competitive streak,” she mused.

You smirked, a knowing glint in your eyes. “You would’ve made me team captain.”

“We still might,” Nami called out from her comfy towel-pillow perch.

Luffy stretched, a wide, contented grin on his face. “Y/N, your family’s CRAZY.”

You looked over at them all—the pirates who had become your second home, your family tangled up in theirs, the lines between them gloriously blurred and non-existent now—and you simply smiled.

“They’re just like you guys,” you said.

And this time, not a single soul argued.

That night, the entire island was ablaze with celebration. Lanterns, strung between trees, glowed like tiny stars pulled from the velvet sky, their warm light dancing in the gentle breeze. The air was thick and sweet with the intoxicating scents of grilled fish, steaming rice cakes, and roasted fruit, while laughter spilled out from every shadowy corner of your old village. Your father had unearthed the ancient fire drums; someone else coaxed a soft melody from a flute. At the heart of it all, a colossal bonfire roared like a primal heartbeat, drawing everyone in, moths to its flickering flame.

The usually boisterous Straw Hats had never been quieter, not out of discomfort, but out of sheer, wide-eyed awe, as your childhood friends and siblings enthusiastically dragged them into wild dances, fiercely competitive food challenges, and gloriously off-key singalongs.

Luffy, a whirlwind of pure joy, spun around with two shrieking kids perched on his shoulders, his head thrown back in unrestrained laughter, narrowly avoiding a collision with the groaning food table.

Sanji was locked in an epic cooking showdown with your third-oldest sister, the two of them flinging seasoning back and forth like a pair of culinary duelists. Your sister, to everyone's surprise, was clearly winning.

Usopp, meanwhile, found himself cornered by your relentless cousins, forced to spin more pirate tales—though they kept shouting, "More blood! More danger!" like a pack of pint-sized, bloodthirsty editors.

Zoro, surprisingly tranquil, sat cross-legged by the roaring fire, a bowl of something steaming in his lap, a small toddler completely passed out against his shoulder. He made no attempt to move, not even when Nami, ever the opportunist, teased him mercilessly. "Look at you, Mr. Softie," she cooed.

"Shut up," he grumbled, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.

Chopper, utterly delighted, had found a kindred spirit in your village healer, the two of them deep in animated conversation about rare herbs, both giggling like excited children.

And Brook… Brook was performing. Full-on concert mode. Violin in hand, his polished bones gleaming in the firelight, your entire village swayed and danced to his music as if they’d known the melodies their whole lives.

And you?

You were sitting quietly at the edge of the fire circle, your sketchbook resting on your knees, your eyes glowing with the reflected firelight. You didn’t need to draw tonight. Not right now. You just wanted to see it all, to let every vibrant detail burn itself into your memory.

Robin settled gracefully beside you, sipping the warm tea your father had brewed. She glanced your way, a soft, perceptive gaze.

“You’ve never looked happier,” she said gently, her voice barely a whisper above the joyous din.

You blinked, surprised by her observation. Then… you simply nodded. “It’s been a long time since everything felt… whole.”

She offered you a warm, knowing smile, a shared understanding passing between you. “It suits you.”

A chorus of shrieks suddenly broke out from the center of the crowd as one of your younger brothers, with mischievous glee, managed to trick Luffy into eating something impossibly spicy. Luffy let out a primal scream, his face contorting, before he shot off into the woods, chasing the giggling culprit and yelling, “COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE DEMON!”

You laughed, a genuine, unrestrained burst of mirth, covering your mouth with your hand.

Then your father approached.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and quiet, just like you. His hair held more streaks of silver than you remembered, but his dark, familiar eyes softened with profound affection when he looked at you. He wordlessly handed you a steaming cup of something. Not tea. Not alcohol. Just the spiced citrus drink he always made when you were sick as a child.

You took it in both hands, murmuring a soft, heartfelt “Thanks, Dad.”

He sat beside you, the bonfire’s fierce dance reflected in the depths of his eyes.

“You look good,” he said simply, his voice a low rumble. “Brighter.”

You looked out at your crew, then at your siblings, at the seamless blending of two worlds you never imagined could fit so perfectly together.

“I feel brighter,” you admitted, the words a gentle exhale.

He nodded once, a silent affirmation. “That’s what family’s supposed to do. Bring light to the parts of you that forget how to shine.”

You stayed there a long while, letting the warmth and the glorious noise wash over you, a soothing tide.

Later, as the bonfire burned down to embers and people began to curl up in cozy blankets or sway sleepily to Brook’s final, soulful song, your siblings gathered around you one by one. Some drifted off to sleep against your side. Others clung loosely to your arms or draped themselves across your shoulders like content cats, seeking your comforting presence.

You didn’t say anything.

You didn’t have to.

Your crew saw it all. The tender way you held your sister’s small hand. The gentle way you tucked your brother’s unruly hair behind his ear. The way your smile never faltered—not because you were trying, but because it had simply become a permanent part of your face.

It was Nami who spoke first, her voice just loud enough for the rest of the crew to hear above the dying embers and soft murmurs.

“…She belongs here,” she said, a note of quiet understanding in her tone.

Luffy, chewing contentedly on the last piece of sweet bread, tilted his head. “Nah.”

They all looked at him, curious.

“She belongs with us,” he declared, his voice ringing with unwavering confidence. “But this is part of her too.”

You didn’t hear their words, lost in the sweet symphony of the night.

But you didn’t need to.

Because that night, wrapped in layers of love, noise, starlight, and the glowing embers of the bonfire—you knew.

You were exactly where you were meant to be.

With all of them.

Two families. One heart.

And for once, you didn’t feel like the quiet one at all.

You just felt gloriously, utterly whole.