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kimhargreeves · 9 months

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A Flashy Act part 2-Buggy x Reader (smut)

Summary: Buggy has decided to question you behind curtains in his private room, which leads you both to share an intimate moment together.

(A/N: The people have spoken and I delivered!! Enjoy this spicy Buggy smut for all you weird clown fuckers like myself. Special thanks to everyone who liked my post! I didn't expect it to become popular in just a day. Anyone enjoy cause this is nasty..or spicy however you want to look at it. A part 3 may be done once I finish the show since I'm on ep 3.)

(Tag list: @pookiesnatcher @alejandro0-0 @ghostlycrystobalove @lenu-i

"Luffy!"

"Don't worry, I got this!" Luffy shouted when Buggy had grabbed me and began to pull me away from the stage, where Luffy was now held. This fucking clown, I swear if he harms that boy. I frowned when the clown began to now pulling me away.

"Quit giving me such a hard time!"

"Hey! What do you think you're doing pulling me into this room-" I was immediately quiet when Buggy grabbed my shoulders dipped me a bit and he unexpectedly began to kiss me.

I started back at him surprised as he lifted me back up on my feet. The first thing I did was slap his across the face and I hid my face.

"I-I'm so sorry! What..why did you-"

Buggy began to chuckle to himself as he held onto the spot I had hit him. His lipstick was smeared around his lips, and it was a bit hard ti tell if I let a mark on his face.

"You're still annoying and hard to please. You haven't changed quite much, (Y/N). Now..Where is my map?!"

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned closer to look at him. All of the sudden Buggy took a step back and froze.

"Buggy…sorry I don't know what you mean-"

"Ugh I knew it! That damn Shanks probably told you to forget about me. He always does things like this."

I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head. "Shanks you know him?! Wait…" I thought hard and suddenly remembered a certain memory of myself, Shanks and Buggy.

"Now I remember! You took a few punches once when-"

"When a guy threatened to toss you out into the sea." Buggy ended my sentence and sighed.

I started up at the clown and wondered how I had forgotten about him. "We used to hang out didn't we? The three of us."

"Yeah until I was left alone! Shanks returned one day without you, saying how he wanted you to have s nice and decent life, not a pirates one which I thought was bullshit."

"Language." I warn and smirked afterwards.

Buggy sighed and now looked at me up and down. "You really grew up, (Y/N)."

"Flashily I suppose?" I said giving a twirl and giving a wink. "But seriously, did you kidnap us just so you can have the map?"

"That map belongs to me! Not to some prepubescent boy who doesn't know what it's like to be a pirate. Why are you with him anyways?" He asked leaning his back onto the wall and crossing his arms.

"I made a promise to my brother, Shanks. That I would look after him."

"So you're a babysitter then? That's great." Buggy rolled his eyes as he said that and started to take his gloves off. "Really suits your character." He laughed.

I squinted my eyes at him and looked at him from head to know. "Never thought you would go with the whole creepy clown look. You look like you would eat children." I joke.

"I eat others things… I let the whole raw meat thing to my buddy you met back on stage."

Great. So not only are they all supposed to be freaks, but he has a cannibal among them. What else has he been up to for these last couple of years?

"Gross. How many times have you taken advantage of some poor girl..or boy."

"Don't be ridiculous. I would never take advantage of someone if they were against it. And those who accept?"

"Well, let's say we have a pretty good time." He grinned pulling himself back up straight and seeing me fake throwing up.

"Ew.. I did not need that image in my head."

"Don't tell me you're still a virgin! Someone like you? Traveling the sea?!"

I looked around at where he had taken me. Making sure to look well even if it was kinda dark, only a few candles here and there with a vanity mirror and a few makeup scattered around, a small bed with the same lights messily clinging above the room.

"Where's Luffy?"

"Now you're avoiding the question!"

"Just tell me where he is with his ginger girl and broccoli guy!" I said trying me my best to not seem nervous, but really wanting to know if they were safe.

"I'll gladly tell you, once you tell where my map is!" He shouted and seemed to quickly compose himself and curse under his breath.

Buggy dramatically sighed and sat down on the edge of his bed. "Rubber boy is fine, he's entertaining my guests. Other two are with Cabaji."

My eyes looked back at the entrance and worried about the people being held hostage, I even spotted a poor dog with an older man, probably the owner saving the last thing he has, "What about the people?"

"What people?"

"The towns people, you idiot. You have to let them go." I said hoping he'd listen.

Buggy jumped up and began to laugh. "Sure! I'll do it right now, wanna help me?"

I frowned looking at him and was thinking if there's some way I can somehow release some of them. I really need Luffy's help…I decided to be straight and harsh with him.

"No matter how many people you hold captive. You'll never make people love you."

I felt a bit intimidated by his stare when Buggy took steps closer to me and cornered me against the vanity mirror. I looked to the side and felt his stare on me.

"Don't think you'll get a pass out of this, sweetheart. You're doing this so I can let your little friends go." Buggy lowly spoke as he took his ungloved hands and wrapped one around my neck.

"You seriously think that I would take advantage of you?" I question looking back up at him and saw a cold stare on his face.

"I think you're the one wanting to take advantage of me. You want to know where the map is. Well, I won't tell you, because I don't know. Thanks to your bombs I collapsed before I got the chance to see where or who got it."

"And why should I trust you? We don't know each other well." He sang being sarcastic as ever.

"You like playing games don't you? Maybe I can show you that I am telling the truth." I said and smiled.

Buggy frowned and gave me a harsh stare. I reached my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I closed my eyes when Buggy leaned down to kiss me again. I felt him move my hair aside and leaving quick kisses down my neck and collarbone.

I gripped onto his shirt tight and began to kiss his lips again, ignoring how I would end up stained in his makeup. Quickly it began to deepen with me slipping out a moan when I felt his hands on my stomach and felt his pants getting tighter.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt him begin to get rid of my upper half clothes and began to palm my chest. Buggy's kisses began to lower until he reached down my breasts while his other hand played with my other one. While he was busy I started to reach my hand down to his pants beginning to unbutton the first few buttons. His breathing hitched and I could feel him freeze when I touched him.

"It's been years since I saw you. We were kids..I'm sorry I forgot about you. Shanks only wanted what was best for me-"

Buggy instantly grabbed my wrists making me stop and look back at him when with his other hand he grabbed my face.

"Shanks was being selfish as ever. Did he ever wonder what was best for me? He's taken everything from me, and now I have you back." He grinned and now grabbed the back of my head.

He smiled as he placed his hand under my chin and I could see his blue pupils darken. I shivered when I felt his hands beginning to move lower into my pants, until his fingers started to tease my nub.

My breathing hitched and a moaned almost escaped from my mouth, quickly I covered my mouth which made it seem like it was irritating Buggy. With my mouth still covered I saw him beginning to lower himself down on his knees. Quickly he got rid of my pants quick and slowly pulled down my underwear.

I've never been this exposed to someone. I began to cover myself but Buggy held my hands back and he began to leave a few bits down along my thighs until I saw him begin to part my legs. I leaned my back against the vanity mirror making all the things that were on it fall to the ground.

"You are so beautiful, (Y/N)." I heard Buggy say when he saw me naked before him.

Buggy began to lick his smudged lips and I gasped when he grabbed my thigh and placed it on his shoulder. I threw my head back when I saw stick his tongue out and gave a slow and long lick to my entrance, he followed it with another lick until Buggy was swirling his tongue. I loud moan escaped from mouth when I couldn't hold it it anymore.

His nose would occasionally brush against my clit, causing my body to twitch and strain against him. Buggy's other hand continued to thrust his fingers inside me while he pressed his thumb against my nub. "Buggy..” I moaned lowly. My hand continuing to grab his hair tugging at it slightly, causing him to growl right into my cunt again. "I'm gonna-" I squeezed my eyes shut when he thrusted his fingers faster for me to come.

I began to buck my hips forward and continued to tug onto his blue hair which has been tied up. I squeezed my eyes tights and cried out in pleasure when I felt something build inside of me, and when I finally came, I felt my legs about to give out.

Buggy quickly wiped his messy face and quickly stood up and held me close to him. Holding me so I wouldn't fall.

"Not so fast, sweetheart. It's my turn." I was still coming back to reality when Buggy pushed me down on my knees and I was met with his long and big- "There's no way its gonna fit." I thought looking at him.

"Why don't you use your pretty mouth, (Y/N)?" Buggy hummed slipping his thumb into my mouth before pulling it away. I looked down at him and my entire face got red seeing him completely undressed now. What would people say if they saw me about to fuck a clown.

Suddenly I began to feel nervous as I watched him begin to stroke himself a bit until he began to guide his member closer to my mouth, his other hand running through my hair lovingly.

I did what I suppose I am to do, I opened my mouth sticking my tongue out. Buggy wasted no time and he began to gently fuck my mouth. I hummed when I tasted him and heard him groan above me as I took in more of him and took him out with a pop.

I reached my hands out to pump the rest that couldn't fit in when I took him back again and began to gag when he began to fuck my mouth faster. Buggy gripped my head tight and suddenly pulled be back leaving a string of saliva connected to him. I shrieked when he suddenly began to carry me onto the bed.behind him.

Buggy quickly getting rid of his remaining clothes and grabbed my ankles to part my legs when he got on top of me, his hands gripped my hips as he guided his dick between my folds. I shivered when I felt him toying with me and kept on teasing me before he grabbed himself again and began to slide in.

Both of us moaned when he slid deep inside of me. Buggy cursed a few words and he stayed still for a minute, before he began to thrust into me at a rough pace. He slid deep in me with ease as my juices coated his cock. I moaned out and looked to the side feeling shy again, my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust he did as I felt his fingers rubbing my clit harshly.

Again I felt that familiar sensation returning I clenched around his cock as I interlaced my fingers with Buggy when I felt that snap again and my vision got blurry for a second. I began to feel overstimulation when his hands buried into my hair again until one of his hands reached down my neck. His pace became even rougher and faster, making me come closer to my climax again

"B-Buggy!"

I began to cry when he learned down to whisper dirty things into my ear, his playful self no longer present in the room. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he continued to fuck me. Buggy reached down to rub my clit harshly, making me come again and stain the sheets beneath us. And just when I thought we were done, Buggy flipped me so my stomach would be facing the bed and my back facing him.

Another moan escaped from me when I felt a harsh smack against my ass and felt his hands grab my ass and stretching me to take him in better. At this angle I could feel him closer.

I shut to eyes shut and continued to moan and cry every time he would thrust into me. I bit my lips tight as I felt his harsh thrust inside of me. I reached down myself and stated to circle my finger over my clit, the friction along with this man's rough thrusts making my mind go blank as I rested the side of my face onto the bed.

"Buggy..I-I'm.." I cried out when I felt Buggy holding onto my hips tighter pulling me back against him.

I heard Buggy softly laughing as he watched the faces and moans I made. One last moan and cry came out of me when I came hard. I still felt extremely sensitive when I felt Buggy holding onto me tight until we both gasped, I grasped onto the sheets when I felt forward a bit and felt him getting closer

Buggy gripped onto me tight and moaned close to my ear when he came inside of me. I fell forward and began to shake at what happened. Slowly, Buggy pulled himself out.

I got myself comfortable laying on my side and felt something still slowly dripping out of me. I was too tired to speak or to even look back at the blue haired clown.

Last thing I felt was Buggy rubbing my hips and planting a kiss a quick kiss on my head before I watched him leave the bed. Too tired to question anything, I decided to shut my eyes for a quick nap and felt something warm being placed on top of me.

"(Y/N)! You're safe..where the heck where you?!" Luffy questioned seeing my tired face. "Where you kept locked up? Buggy didn't hurt you did he?!" Luffy grabbed my shoulders and began to shake me.

"Luffy! Now's not the time!" I said not wanting anyone to touch me at how sore I felt. I looked at the young boy and smiled, "…I-I'm fine. None of you got hurt?" I asked genuinely concerned for them.

Though I have no idea what had happened since I had blacked out. I only remember falling asleep and well, waking up alone and pulling away from some curtains and making my way outside of the huge tent. That bastard clown. How dare he leave me.

Everyone of the towns people were set free and thanking Luffy for his help. Everyone genuinely seemed happy and very grateful. That way they know that not every pirates are bad.

"Nothing we couldn't handle." Zoro calmly replied walking past me.

"Kicking the clowns ass was fun. You should've seen it." Nami told me after.

They defeated him then? I sigh and smiled looking at Luffy and pulled his straw hat down and chuckled. There's no way he can't know what happened between that clown and I. That fucking clown will pay if I were to see him again.

I looked over at my friend and smiled at him. "You did great Luffy."

I followed Luffy to the ship and saw him waving at everyone where the ship began to sail. We all got busy and I sat down rethinking what the hell I did back there.

Luffy came over and smiled sitting next to me. "Are you sure you're fine? I swear I heard you crying."

My blood ran cold and I grew pale. I noticed Luffy's worried look and he quickly placed his hand over my forehead.

"Are you sick? Don't tell me you're getting sea sick all of the sudden."

"…Nope. I'm sorry I shouldn't worry you. Nothing happened." I lie straight at his innocent face.

The boy smiled and nodded his head. "If you say so! Let me know if you feel any better."

I nodded my head and saw Luffy run over to the front of the boat. I turned around and spotted Nami and Zoro shaking their heads at me.

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soulrph · 11 months

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chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #writing prompts

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luveline · 9 months

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I am humbly requesting a steve zombie au where the reader gets hypothermia hehehe😌

ty for ur humble request babe ♡ steve zombie au —steve freaks when you show symptoms of hypothermia. fem!reader 2k

"Steve, I think there's something wrong."

Steve raises his head to show he's listening, keeping his gaze on the map. You say it through shivers, sleeves pulled down over your makeshift mittens. "What's wrong, honey?"

He's noticed you aren't yourself today, and he thinks a soft tone is the least he can give you. The stupid map in his hand is tattered, creased down the middle from folding and unfolding. He thought getting to Michigan would be easy, walk in one direction and keep on, but you both need to eat and rest and the weather is too cold to go any further. He needs to find a residential, tonight.

"I feel off. I'm tired and I…" Your mumbling drifts off.

Steve shoves the map under his arm, "What? Tell me."

"Cold," you say, slurred, offering your hands. "I can't feel my fingers."

You're wearing socks over your hands, the best gloves Steve could offer. He takes them with a severe frown, unhappy when the cold of your skin permeates through. You're ice.

"And you don't feel well?" he asks, feeling up your arm to your neck.

Steve digs under the layers of your shirts, hoodie, coat, feeling for your pulse. It feels alarmingly slow. He'd never guess from looking at you how slow your heart is pumping.

Steve doesn't know everything, but he knows you're not supposed to be this cold for this long. You shiver as his fingers warm your neck, a pained hum coming from the very back of your throat as he pulls you in for a hug.

"Okay," he says, rubbing your back even though he knows it's pointless. "Don't worry. We can't stay outside anymore, huh?"

Steve aches to have to drag you down road after road, stretches of streets littered with little protection to offer. The roadside stores here are rocked by the elements, windows smashed and ceilings caving in. You're stumbling by the time a crop of houses appear in the distance, lethargic. Steve thought it was bad that you were cold, of course, but this is a more primal fear. You're not cold, you're freezing, actively freezing.

"You're okay," he says again, his gentlest reassurance. "Sweetheart, just a few more minutes. See that house, the big brown shutters? That's where we're going. Can you do it?"

"I can do it," you murmur.

"I know, but it's my turn to ask stupid questions."

Dead trees line the street, a planter of flowers by the door turned to crisps. Steve props you against a beam of wood holding up the angled porch roof and opens the screen door. He tries the handle on the interior. It's locked, a good sign.

He's admittedly feeling the adrenaline of your imminent demise. Furious with the world and circumstances and himself for letting this happen, Steve kicks the door down with three big kicks. The bang rings like a shot through the entire neighbourhood, he imagines, but there's no time to worry about it.

"You have to–" little gasp, Steve's head hurts, "have to sweep the house," you say as he pulls you inside.

If there's something in here, he has to risk it. Out of options.

He's as softhanded as he can manage dropping you into a seemingly intact couch. The room appears untouched from whoever left it, rather plush, it's a room Steve would've liked to live in.

He grabs your face. You meet his eyes, startled.

"I'm going upstairs for blankets. If something happens, you yell for me as loudly as you can. You don't have to say anything, just scream. Seriously."

"Yeah," you say breathlessly. The last street of walking and the few steps has exhausted you.

"Don't sleep," he says severely.

"No, I won't."

Steve dumps his bag on the floor. He backtracks to the porch to grab yours and wedges the splintered door closed using your bag as a temporary stopper.

You must be hypothermic, cold for days, too cold to sleep last night, and it's all Steve's fault. We can do it, he'd said, just another push. He hoped for better standing further out of Indiana. None of it will matter if you get sick.

He spins to walk up the stairs, falls weak and rushes back into the living room to check on you.

"Everything's okay," he says, taking your face again into his hands and kissing your forehead. It's purely selfish.

You touch his elbow. "I know."

Steve takes off his jacket and puts it over your lap. The house is vaguely warmer than outdoors but it's far from enough to make a difference to you. Heart in his throat, he bounds up the stairs and onto the landing, an L-shape with one bedroom straight in front and four doors on left. The smell of gore coming from the closed master bedroom explains how it could be this clean; it wasn't uncommon at the start of the apocalypse for people to lock themselves in, kill themselves and their families. He has no interest in seeing it, nor unleashing the mould spores that come with decomposition. Whatever blankets were in there are worthless now.

He takes a left and opens the door with a slam. A teenage bedroom not unlike his own back home, a simple comforter on the bed. He grabs it and tosses it on the landing, dipping into the second room. Bathroom, nothing worth having. The third room is a utility room with a jackpot of folded sheets, towels, padded quilts, and a comforter rolled into a log. He throws everything onto the floor and forgets the fourth door, arms fit to burst with fabric as he descends back downstairs.

"Steve?" you ask.

"Yep, yes. I'm here." He drops the blankets at your feet. "Are your clothes damp?"

"I think… no."

"I'd tell you to take off your jacket," he begins, shaking the biggest comforter out over you as he talks, "but I want as many layers as possible. Come here, sweetheart. Lift your back a little." He tucks you in like a pastry. "Good. Good, thank you, sweetheart."

"You're being very nice," you mumble, your eyelashes twitching like you've dimes weighing down your eyelids.

"I'm always nice."

"No," you say, your head falling back into the couch cushions. It's a family couch made of soft fabrics, not the showy leather piece you'd expect in such a mammoth lodging. "You're okay, though."

Steve piles blankets on top of you. The cold is eating at him too, his nose stiff, his hair standing on end as gooseflesh ripples over his arms.

When you've been sufficiently sandwiched, he feels your face again. You're already warmer, his hand creeping down into your shirt to feel for your pulse. Ropey.

"Sweetheart, I need you to try and perk up," he says, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

"Not feeling perky."

"Ah, but you're always perky. You're my sun, 'cos I'm so awful," he says, panic lining his plea. "You are. I'm going to make you something hot to eat."

"Hot air?" you ask, slinking further down into your hump of sheets.

"I think we might be in luck."

He speaks too soon, really. The cupboards are lackluster. The can of soup he'd been hoping to find doesn't materialise. But there's a small can of ravioli, enough salted fish to make any tom cat happy, and a jug of water beneath the sink. He looks at it and sighs in relief. You have two litres of rainwater in your bag, and that had been the rations. This is one less thing to worry about.

Steve makes sure that there kitchen door and the patio doors in the lonely dining room are locked, taking a big cooking pot from the pantry (depressingly empty bar a bag of sugar spilled on its side and a sack of grain) and a saucepan from atop the stove. He checks the gass but he's never that lucky, resigning himself to a typical campfire when it doesn't work.

"Steve, put it back on," you say as he comes back in, your eyes a little wider, slightly more alert. You've pulled your arms out from under the blankets, with his jacket in your hands.

Steve has kissed you before. You haven't talked about it out loud —he'd like to think a lot has been said in hand-holding, in spooning, and in you hand carding through his hair. He's eager to kiss you again, dumping his findings to hold your wrists. "Thank you," he says, kissing you clumsily, your lips cold. "Now put your arms in. I'll pull the blankets up."

"Can you kiss me again?"

"I'm trying to make you some hot water."

"I'm warm enough already. Please?"

Steve kisses you again. This time, he closes his eyes, puts his hand against your jaw. The sound of your lips pressing to his seems loud in the quiet.

He pulls away with a final peck. "Are you feeling warmer?"

You blow breath up your face. "Bet so."

Steve rolls his eyes and turns away to make a campfire in the stolen pot. He'll boil some water in the saucepan for you to hold like a risky hot water bottle, and make some warmed ravioli. It'll be sweet. And tomorrow, if you're feeling better, he'll scavenge for supplies in the neighbourhood. Tonight, he'll burn the kitchen chairs. They don't need them anymore.

"Settle in," he says, opening his backpack for the fire starters and matches. "We'll stay for a while, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Sorry for the fuss."

"Are you kidding?" He can't look at you. He'll probably cry. "It's cold. You were cold, and we didn't– I knew your coat wasn't good enough but I just thought… well, it's my fault. It is. And I– I care about you so much," —he says it in a rush, true but unused to admitting his feelings to you or anyone— "I can't do this without you. I'll take better care of you, I swear. It won't happen again."

"You know what would really warm me up?" you ask.

Steve turns on his heel. "Let me make you something to eat."

"Not hungry, just cold."

Steve tamps down a giddy smile into one more respectable. "Let me feel your pulse," he relents, lifting the heavy layer of blankets to climb inside. Its roasting, the warmest he's felt in weeks, and your arm is alive as he slides into your side.

He puts his hand against your neck, waiting for a steady bump.

"Am I cured?" you ask.

Steve sighs in relief. "You're cured."

You wrap your arms around him. Life with you and in this situation is an endless rise and fall. Something shitty happens, you scrape by, and, as a victory, he gets to hug you in the end.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asks.

"You just said I was cured, Steve," you mumble, digging your face into his shoulder. "Just. Stay here. Keep feeling me up."

"Not what I'm doing."

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magicalmysteries777 · 4 months

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"You're clueless, you know that?" - Reader x Eddie Munson & Reader x Steve Harrington (fake)

Summary: You agree to accompany Steve to Enzo's for Valentine's Day with only one shared goal in mind - to make Eddie so jealous he has no choice but to have the one conversation he's being avoiding.

Pairings: F!Reader x Steve Harrington & F!Reader x Eddie Munson.

Chapter: 1 of 1.

W/C: 2314.

A/N: Happy Valentines Day, besties! This trope paired with Steve and Eddie has had me in a chokehold for a while now and I'm so happy that the lil ADHD gremlin in my brain has finally let me write the damn thing. <3

This one-shot can also be found on AO3 here.

“You really think that’ll work? Pretending to go on a date with you?” you asked, leaning against the counter at Family Video.

“It better work. Personally, I’m sick of hearing you pine over him. He’s had a thing for you ever since you joined Hellfire but he’s completely clueless when it comes to all the hints you’ve dropped,” Robin chimed in without looking up from the ‘returns’ pile of videotapes she was sorting through.

Clueless didn’t even begin to cut it.

You’d known about Eddie’s crush on you for months now, ever since Dustin slipped up and spilled the beans at lunch one day. The poor kid made you swear on your own life that you wouldn’t tell Eddie you knew.

True to your word, you kept the secret and began dropping hints instead. Eddie couldn’t read the room to save his life.

Any time you caught him staring, he’d break eye contact before you could smile back at him. Any time your hands accidentally touched, he’d move his hand away and play it off if you didn’t keep your hand perfectly still.

“I think it’s perfect,” Steve smiled. “There’s nothing like a bit of jealously to make you realise what you want.”

“I dunno,” you mumbled, chewing your cheek while you weighed up your options.

“When he sees you all dolled up, thinking it’s for me, the dots will connect. Trust me.”

“Fine, I’ll find out when he’s working.”

Steve’s plan had been in the back of your mind the whole time you’d been sitting around the table with your fellow Hellfire members. It was a long game of highs and lows all night. Despite the distraction, you’d manage to come out of the battle victorious with a mere five health points left. The party, albeit a little bruised and battered, was one step closer to defeating Myrkul and Eddie was in a good mood.

It took the usual fifteen minutes to pack up Eddie’s maps, dice, tokens, and other various game pieces before you climbed into the passenger side of his van. “Sorry for the mess,” Eddie apologised.

“You say that every week and yet you never clean it.”

“I do, it just gets messy again,” he smirked.

You were halfway home when you glanced over at Eddie. His hair was frizzy, sticking up in places from all the near misses in battle where he’d had his hands running through it. The rings on his left hand were glowing gently from the reflection of his lit cigarette as he used it to control the steering wheel. His right hand was methodically fiddling with the busted cassette player that he’d been meaning to fix for months. As always when Eddie was concentrating, his tongue was sticking out and resting against his top lip.

“Got it!” he exclaimed as Rainbow in the Dark started blasting from the speaker, a huge grin spread across his face.

“When are you going to buy a new one?” you chuckled, prodding at the battered box.

“Stop touching it,” he slapped your hand away. “It’ll start crackling again. I’ve picked up some overtime next weekend, I’m hoping the gents will be tipping big to impress their dates.”

“No Valentine’s plan with anyone special then?”

“Nope, just work. Doubt there’s anyone out there who would want to spend their Valentine’s Day with the ‘Freak of Hawkins’ anyway.”

“You’d be surprised, some people like their men a little freaky.”

“What about you? Any plans?” he asked, the change in tone rather subtle.

For a moment, you weren’t sure if you were going to go through with the plan. Steve’s words echoed through your mind listed the pros and cons. ‘Trust me.’

“Yeah, I’ve got a date at Enzo's. At least I don’t have to worry about it going bad now if you’re working, you can come over and scare him off for me.”

“That’s great. Wow, a date. Um, yeah, I’ll fend him off for you if things go pear-shaped. Do I, uh, know the guy?” he stuttered.

“I don’t want to jinx it,” you answered, remembering Robin's claims that a little bit of mystery would be the key to the whole plan working.

“Of course,” Eddie agreed, a sarcastically dumb look plastered on his face. You couldn’t help but notice that this was exactly how he used to act when Dustin mentioned Steve. “Would you look at that? Here we are. Once again, dropped off in one piece, as requested.”

“You okay, Ed?” you ask, one eyebrow raised.

“Yep. Fine. Tired,” he mumbled through an unconvincing yawn. “Long game. I’m gonna go and, uh, get some sleep. Night.”

“And he said it exactly like that?” Steve asked.

“Yes, Steve, how many times do I have to go through it? He basically kicked me out of the van,” you answered.

“It’s definitely working.”

“Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent. Wait until he finds out it’s me, he’s gonna freak.”

“He might not react at all. Believe it or not, he is professional at work.”

“Bet on it?”

“Shut up.”

Eddie had been an asshole all week.

Jeff and Gareth got the worst of it. You, however, had been getting the silent treatment. It was Thursday lunchtime when Eddie finally acknowledged you again.

“So, what are your plans this weekend?” Dustin asked Mike.

“Movies with El then dinner, you?”

“Arcade with Will. What about you, Eddie?”

“Work and band, why?”

“It’s called small talk,” Dustin answered. “What is with you this week?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” he snapped.

“Tell your face that, man,” added Jeff.

“Lay off it. Why don’t you ask her what she’s doing this weekend instead and leave me alone?” Eddie prompted, gesturing in your direction. He did not stick around to hear the answer, walking away dramatically.

“Well, what are you doing?” asked Dustin.

“I’ve got a date,” you answered quickly and quietly, sinking into your seat as a sense of guilt began to creep up on you.

“You what?!” asked Gareth.

“I said I’ve got a date.”

“Yeah, I heard you. The fuck do you mean you’ve got a date? With who?”

“Does it matter?” you ask asked.

“Evidently it does. I’ve been taking the brunt of his crap all week and you’re telling me it’s because you’re going on a date?”

“How was I supposed to know he’d react like this?” you quickly try to defend yourself.

“Are you blind?” Jeff asks.

“No, but he is. I’ve dropped hints. Lots of them. If he doesn’t want to acknowledge it then that’s on him.”

“Wow,” smiled Steve, looking you up and down. He took your hand, albeit rather dramatically, and began leading you to the car.

“Save it for the restaurant, you dingus. Does this look okay then?” you ask.

“The dress alone might kill him, never mind the heels and hair.”

Ten minutes later, Steve parked up outside Enzo's.

“When we get in there, sit with your back to the bar. You’re about to get the full Harrington charm, okay?” he asked.

“Got it.”

“Hi there, table for two under Harrington,” Steve told the hostess.

“Follow me.”

“Here we are,” the hostess said as she gestured to a small table. “Here are your menus, the waiter will be over to take your order shortly.”

“Thank you,” you replied, taking the seat that Steve had pulled out for you.

“So,” you began.

“So,” Steve replied with a grin.

“I’m not going to lie, Steve, I feel really awkward.”

“I can tell,” he responded. “Relax. We’re just two friends, dressed up, and having a nice meal. Loosen up a little and have fun, or this isn’t going to work.”

You tried to relax, really, you did. But you couldn’t help shake the feeling that Eddie was burning holes into the back of your head with his staring.

“Welcome to Enzo's, my name is Ruben and I’ll be your server this evening. Any drinks to start?”

“Sparkling water for me, and…” Steve prompted.

“Lemonade, please.”

“Awesome, I’ll get that put in at the bar for you. Any starters today?”

“Do you-” Steve began, turning his attention back to you.

“More of a dessert person,” you answer.

“Me too,” smiled Ruben. “What mains would you like?”

“Lasagne for me, please,” answered Steve.

“Chicken Alfredo, please.”

“Awesome. I’ll get all that put in for you, enjoy your evening.”

“Thank you, ‘preciate that,” Steve told him before he left the table.

After a couple of minutes of the usual “how was work?” and “how was school?” small talk, Steve’s gaze quickly shot behind you as he sat up a little bit straighter.

“Here’s your lemonade,” Eddie announced, placing the glass down in front of you.

“Thanks, Eddie. How’s your shift?” you asked with a smile.

“So-so. Started going downhill about twenty minutes ago,” he answered.

“Nothing worse than a shitty Friday shift,” Steve chimed in.

“Evening rush,” Eddie responded, unwilling to meet Steve’s gaze. “Everything okay over here?”

“Great, thank you,” you respond.

“Harrington,” Eddie muttered, placing Steve’s water in front of him with a little bit more force than he did the lemonade, before heading back to the bar.

“He won’t even look at me, this is working even better than I thought,” Steve chuckled.

One hour and one chicken alfredo later, Ruben returned.

“Well you two are looking cosy over here,” he told you. Steve had been giving you cues on how to sit and when to laugh all evening. “How about that dessert? I highly recommend the ‘brownie and ice cream for two.’ Chef special tonight.”

“Sounds perfect,” answered Steve.

“Alrighty, that’ll be about ten to fifteen minutes. Any more drinks?”

“The same again, please,” you answer.

A couple of minutes later, Steve gave another instruction.

“Rest your left arm on the table.”

“What?”

“Now.”

Steve let out a sudden laugh and adjusted himself in his seat. He placed his arm on the table, his fingertips slightly brushing against your own.

A loud crashing noise from behind you had heads rolling to see what was going on. Every pair of eyes in the restaurant landed on Eddie.

“Sorry folks,” he announced. Eddie quickly began picking up the larger shards of glass whilst another bartender brought over cloths and a broom.

“Hook, line, and sinker,” Steve whispered, loud enough for only you to hear.

You really were getting the full Harrington charm, as promised. Steve had been feeding you brownie on and off for ten minutes, his glancing over to Eddie quickly now and again.

“It’s almost time,” Steve whispered.

“Time for what?”

“The grand finale.”

Steve leaned in slightly and wiped the side of your mouth gently with his thumb. “Ice cream,” he smirked.

“Is that really necessary?”

“One hundred percent. On my cue, you’re going to excuse yourself to go to the bathroom,” he began.

“But-”

“If this whole fake date has gone to plan, which by the way has been lovely, then I do believe Munson won’t let you make it that far. Go now.”

As instructed, you excused yourself from the table and made your way towards the bathroom. Just as you got to the door you felt a hand close softly around your wrist.

“Hey, can we talk?” Eddie asked.

“Everything okay?”

“No, actually, it’s not,” he answered. Eddie glanced around before pulling you through a door labelled ‘staff only’.

“Eddie, wha-”

“You can’t date Steve.”

“I can date whoever I like Eddie,” you respond.

“Why him?” he asked, his hand still wrapped lightly around your wrist.

“Why not?”

“Because,” he began, pausing in thought. “Because he’s… he’s got a reputation. Surely you’ve heard all the rumours?”

“And we both know him well enough to know he’s not that person anymore,” you answer, your gaze locking with Eddie’s who, surprisingly, held it.

“You just can’t, please,” he pleaded.

“Give me a good enough reason as to why I shouldn’t go back out there and I won’t.”

Eddie stayed silent for a few moments, his big, brown eyes locked on yours. The small staff room became stuffy all of a sudden, the air so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. You held your ground, waiting for him to speak, but he didn’t. You stared back at Eddie, your eyes pleading with him to just say something. Anything.

You broke your gaze from Eddie’s and turned towards the door, ready to give up and go home. Eddie’s grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you back towards him, using his free hand to cup your face as his lips met yours.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, Eddie kissing you, but it felt like forever. The tension in the air vanished, leaving you with a cozy feeling deep in your stomach, where the butterflies used to live.

“You can do better than him. You deserve better than him. You deserve someone who knows that you take extra sugar in your coffee when you’re studying. Someone who knows that you’re a completely evil genius in the best way possible when it comes to D&D. Someone who knows you’d rather be in bed with a book at-” he glanced at his watch, “nine o’clock at night. Someone who apparently isn’t very good at making the first move.”

“You’re clueless, you know that?”

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him again.

If it wasn’t for Ruben who knows how long you would have stood there, entwined together, lost in the moment.

“Hey man, you heading home?” Eddie asked casually, placing a little distance between the two of you.

“I was, but turns out I’m staying late. Guy with the hair on table twelve tipped me a hundred bucks to finish your bar shift and fetch a fresh brownie out. Said you ‘owe him one’ and you can ‘square it up later’. Brownie will be out in five. Enjoy.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #fluff #fake date #fake dating #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #eddies a big baby #smart steve #platonic steve harrington

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blueteller · 4 months

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TCF Theory: What If God of Death Had a Reason for Kidnapping Minors?

(Hey, @murasaki-cha, I might have a theory that could sorta maybe redeem your pathetic little meow meow! 😂)

[Also: SPOILER WARNING for... basically everything in TCF?]

So, here's the thing:

It's no secret I always had… issues with the God of Death for kidnapping the Chois.

Let me clarify a bit.

What he did to Kim Rok Soo, aka. Cale, was not okay either – however! I can see it justified somewhat by circumstances: he was cursed, his life was generally depressing and terrible, and there was a world in need of saving. Honestly, the deal with the Original Cale Henituse to switch the two of them was best for all parties involved. (I'm still angry he did not ask Cale himself for permission, though! All the God of Death needed to do was tell him: "Look, this is the world where your BFF Lee Soo Hyuk reincarnated into. And the world is going to be destroyed in about 20 years if nothing is done about it. Would you mind cleaning that up for me?" You bet your butt Cale would have agreed fair and square, even if he were EXTREMELY miffed about the deal. But it's so much easier to simply hide your involvement in the transmigration, so that Cale doesn't have a personal vendetta against you once he gets OP, right…? Not that it succeeded, lol. Cale still ended up cursing the God of Death a lot)

However – all of what I just said? NONE of it applied for the Choi family member.

First, we have Choi Jung Gun, aka. Nelan Barrow. Let me remind you, the kid was FIFTEEN. Freaking 15!!!! The God of Death kidnapped a literal CHILD with no combat experience, and dropped him in the middle of an active war zone! Sure, technically Super Rock was there and presumably took care of him – but still, that was an objectively a terrible thing to do, God of Death! Bad boy!! 🧹🧹🧹

Then we have Choi Han, and ohhh boy, he had even worse somehow! Even though he was 2 years older than Choi Jung Gun when he got transported, he still ended up in the freaking FOREST OF DARKNESS. Weaponless, isolated, under constant threat of death. It's a miracle Choi Han did not die or completely lose his mind – and in a sense he did – but he was still able to retain a piece of himself, NO THANKS TO YOU GOD OF DEATH. My goodness! What a way to treat your "chosen hero ", mister!

...as you can probably tell, I was pissed enough at the God of Death for kidnapping poor Choi Jung Gun, but I am NEVER forgiving him for what Choi Han went thought. Should have given him something! A letter, a sword, or at the very least – A FREAKING MAP!!!

Aaaand finally we have Choi Jung Soo. Which was a bizarre case in comparison to the previous two. Even the God of Death remarked how unusual it was.

First of all, consent was asked – WHAT A TWIST! 🤣

Secondly, Choi Jung Soo was already an adult, and experienced fighter. He'd have a much better time in Nameless 1 world than any of his predecessors (excluding the fact that he'd have a TERRIBLE time trying to fight the White Star; who may I remind you possessed Kim Rok Soo's face... Also, did he even get to read "The Birth of a Hero"...?). He was also on the verge of death. AND he allowed to say no!! It was much more fair than what happened to the other two.

...But why though? Why the special treatment, God of Death? Why not kidnap Choi Jung Soo as a kid as well? The timing was kind of strange.

So here my theory comes in.

What if, it wasn't the God of Death who determined the timing of the transportation? What if there was an outside factor involved? Just because there seemingly wasn't a strict pattern to WHEN the Chois got transported, that doesn't mean there couldn't be one.

An outside factor like, let's say.... the Hunters? 🤔

From his behaviour in the Sloth Test, we know that Choi Jung Gun absolutely hates the Hunters. And it seemed very personal too. Even if we take it for granted that the Hunters were responsible for the existence of the Original White Star and the war and all that... It was still VERY personal. Like, "I will tear you to bloody pieces with my bare hands and chew on them with my teeth" level of personal. So, what gives?

Then it hit me.

The Five Colored Bloods Hunters are Wanderers who can freely travel across dimensions. They targeted young Kim Rok Soo, because he had a "mark" of the God of Death on. They assumed it could be a sign of a Single Lifer, and it did not matter to them if it necessary to kill him just to "check". The only reason why Kim Rok Soo survived was because Choi Jung Gun was there (even though I have issues about his execution – using a minor as BAIT?! Not cool man! Almost as bad as the God of Death!). Without him, young Kim Rok Soo absolutely would have been killed. And the way Choi Jung Gun was acting in the Sloth Test made it seem like it wasn't the first time something like this happened either.

Meaning: the Hunters were already on Earth 1. They have been there.

So, what if... the Hunters had already targeted the Chois in the past? Including Choi Jung Gun himself?

Think about it. If the Hunters had any clue that this particular lineage could produce Single Lifers... they'd certainly keep an eye on the Choi family, right? There would be no need to directly interfere. Just, watching them from the sidelines and let them produce next generations. Spying on their kids – like the total creeps they are.

And perhaps, there was a particular sign of a potential Single Lifer to watch out for, that could manifest around adolescence? What if Choi Jung Gun showed such a sign at the age of 15?

Instead of simply using him as a weapon to save another world... was the God of Death actually trying to save Choi Jung Gun? By transporting him into another dimension??

It would... kinda make sense, right? By transporting Choi Jung Gun, his "Single Lifer power" activated. His lifespan became much longer, he developed an Ancient Power too. He was initially weak, but he grew stronger overtime. Strong enough to stand up to the Hunters and protect himself; and also taking him away from their immediate reach.

...What if the same happened with Choi Han? What if Choi Han became a target at the age of 17? And the only way to save him was to transport him as well? I mean it worked with Choi Jung Gun, why not try it a second time? If the first one became a powerful ally who could fight the Hunters, the God of Death would certainly like another one on his payroll, right?

And then there's Choi Jung Soo, of course. Maybe he escaped the scrutiny of the Hunters? Or maybe because he developed powers which made him a harder target? Why would the Hunters bother with difficult opponents when they can always play dirty and go after literal children, instead? There is also the issue of the Monster Apocalypse, as Cale suspects the Hunters were behind it as well. Maybe the Hunters had a different plan for Earth 1, and so they had to stop using it as hunting grounds for Single Lifers?

If I'm right about this, then the God of Death's actions became a liiiiitle bit more understandable.

I will forever criticize the man for not asking at least three of his victims (and don't try to give me some bull about him being "unable to", God of Death used various means to communicate through the story; Choi Jung Gun even freaking wrote "The Birth of a Hero" books for the sole purpose of giving necessary exposition to a transmigrator – more than that, if he had enough space to simp for Whales and provide Harol's backstory for no reason! He could have included ANY type of message in there, to ANYONE!), but if Choi Jung Gun were to literally die if he did not get kidnapped and transported into a war-torn dimension in need of saving... Well? Saving someone's life via transmigration might be unconventional, but I've seen it happen a lot in many isekai. I can roll with this.

...But seriously tho, I hope Choi Jung Gun makes that broom beating a regular thing. The God of Death certainly can use it. You know – for emotional intelligence improvement! 😏

#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count's family #god of death #tcf god of death #theory #tcf theory #tcf meta

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rendy-a · 1 year

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Hey, um hi! I'm new here, nice to meet you, sorry I'm a bit awkward with requests

So, Could we have some of the Self aware AU with Idia and Sebek? It can be whatever you want, a headcanon or a mini one shot, whichever you prefer more^^

Thank you ahead!

~~~🌟🎃

The interesting thing with Self Aware AU is that you can write it like the game characters are aware of you as you play or you can write where the player is isekai’d into the game and everyone knows about it. Last time, I had written it in the perspective of playing the game irl. I thought this time, I’d write it as though the player was somehow drawn into the game. Hope you enjoy it.

Remember, the Self-Aware AU is a yandere AU!

When you’d awoken inside your favorite phone game…well, you’d freaked out. But then! You’d made one rule; never mention the game to any character. It was just strange. Plus, you weren’t sure how they’d react! It was a rule you’d managed to follow, until today.

You, like the character Yuu in your game, were a first-year student at NRC. As much as you’d liked to have avoided all the game characters to prevent triggering any dangerous events, you shared class with Ace and Deuce (plus lived with Grim). Over time, you’d been pulled into lunches and joint classes with all the first-year students. Thankfully, the first-year students weren’t where the problem was. That was with the Housewardens and you avoided them in every situation possible. You were relieved that the plot of the game had you living in such a remote dorm and excused you from attending any sort of club activities.

And yet, you sometimes wished you would meet the characters. It would be so cool to talk to your favorites, see them in actual real life! Only, you were also pretty sure the minute you came face-to-face, you’d say something embarrassing or stupid. Like you did when you met Ace and Deuce. You still cringe when you remember calling them the ‘single braincell duo’ to their faces. Yes, it was probably for the best that you took isolated halls to class to avoid the seniors. You wouldn’t want to turn the corner and ACK!

You rolled over from where you’d fallen and gazed up to see who or what you’d collided with. You recoiled in horror as nebulous blue flames made patterns across your vision. “What kind of ridiculous anime situation is this. Real people should look at where they are going in the hall. This place needs a mini-map to avoid NPC’s like this. I can’t believe on the one day I have to attend class in person some extrovert is lurking in my quiet hallway…” He hadn’t looked up from where he’d fallen but you could tell in an instant that you’d triggered some rare event and encountered a wild Idia.

You spend this small moment wondering if you should pretend to know him or not. He’s a Housewarden, so you should probably know who he is, right? But at the same time, he never leaves Ignihyde, so how would you know him? Maybe you should pretend to not know him. “It’s you,” a small voice interrupts your dilemma. You look up at Idia in surprise only to find a matching expression of surprise on his face. Then his mouth parts slightly and a string of words emerges. “What should I do? I didn’t prepare for this event. I’m not ready to meet my Oshi in person. How do I trigger the correct dialog option here? I’m going to get a death flag; I just know it…”

He says a lot of things, but one thing catches your attention: Oshi. Were you somehow Idia’s favorite? That can’t be, right? You let out a giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Idia’s eyes grow large, and he shrinks back at the sound, started to hear it coming from your mouth. “Don’t be so nervous Idia. Nothing bad is going to happen,” you say softly. When you speak to him, Idia loses control of himself and starts talking rapidly, “Of course! If the Player says so, then it is so. They are so amazing, like limited SSR class amazing. I don’t deserve to even be in their presence. They are probably thinking, who is this gloomy weirdo with the fire hair? Why is he dressed so strange, he probably doesn’t have any fashion sense.”

“That’s not true!” you shout, “I remember when your Ghost Marriage card came out! Oh my gosh! It looked so cool! It was totally my favorite card. I had to pull 200 times to get it!” Then you abruptly stop, realizing you’ve said too much when Idia’s hair turns completely pink. “I…I’m just going to go,” you say as you cover your face in embarrassment and walk back around the corner the way you had arrived.

The students of Ignihyde gave Idia a wide berth as he returned to the dorm. No one dared approach him while his hair flickered so violently from gentle pink to blazing red. Idia himself seemed entirely unaware of the bizarre show he was putting on. He continued mumbling and giggling to himself all the way back to his room. When he finally found the solitude of his inner sanctuary, he jumped on his bed and hugged his Player-print body pillow. “Hee Hee Hee!” he laughs out loud for no one to hear but himself. “I did it. I meet my Oshi!” Then he rolls over onto his back and stares dreamily into the ceiling, “They knew who I was. That must mean something. Maybe, this is fate?”

There was only one rule all the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland had; don’t interfere with the Player. It was a rule he’d managed to follow, until today. Today, Fate intervened. If Fate wanted you two to be together, who was Idia to argue? As he stared at the ceiling, Idia’s engineering brain went into gear planning designs for a place he could take you where no one else could reach. A place where you’d finally be alone, with only him. Just like Fate had planned.

Over time, you’d noticed that the residents of Twisted Wonderland treated you differently. You remembered the first time you heard Crowley tell the aggravated student body he’d assigned weekend cleaning duty to all students to clean up the campus for their use…because he was so kind. While all around you, students started grumbling, you’d burst out laughing. When everyone had started looking at you, you’d choked off your laugh and covered your face. “Sorry, he just…he said the thing,” you managed to get out between smothered chuckles.

No one ever called you out on your strange behavior. It was like they all collectively got together and decided that you were allowed to behave in any way you chose. They, on the other hand, often seemed to struggle with deciding if they should act normally in your presence or not. The number of times you’d slipped into a room of rowdy students to have the conversation cut off into a silent awe was alarming. Today was just another example.

You’d gotten back after a class and lay in your bed, bored. You’d think that being pulled into your favorite game would give you endless entertainment but, after a time, it just settled into being exactly like school in your world. The only difference is you occasionally went out looking for locations or characters in the game, like a sort of anime pilgrimage. Sometimes, you’d been caught in awkward situations, but you’d just sort of nod and say, “This all looks fine,” and leave. No one has ever called you out on your intrusions. So…you just felt free to invite yourself anywhere you were curious to go. Today, you thought about things you were interested in and decided that you’d go to some of the clubs to find out what the club uniforms looked like. After all, not all those cards were released; it’s like the ultimate preview!

You were almost used to the way things fell silent when you entered the stable yard. Members of the Horseback Riding Club stopped what they were doing to stare at you. Those who faced away noticed the attention of their fellows and turned to see you before they too, fell silent. In almost no time at all, they had casually circled you, as though waiting for you to hand out some sort of instruction or give a speech. You rubbed your head and thought, guess it’s time to break out the old ‘nothing to see here’ and bounce. Before you could though, a call broke the silence. “HUMAN!”

You turned toward the sound, an eager expression coming over you. Were you about to experience the famous rants of Sebek? As you hoped, Sebek was loudly berating students at the outer edges of the semi-circle for their inattention during club activities. You eased yourself forward, hoping to catch sight of him. No one tried to bar your way, parting before you as you progressed. You easily reached his side and leaned forward to watch his antics. Suddenly, he turns and grabs onto YOU! “HUMAN, YOU AREN’T EVEN DRESSED YET! THIS SORT OF SLOVENLY BEHAVIOR…” and then he trails off as he looks at your face and you can see the awareness fall over him.

His eyes go wide, and he immediately let’s go of your shoulder, visibly taken aback. He stammers and you imagine you even see tears gathering in his eyes. You think to yourself, time to find a way out of this before things get even worse. “I…I’m here for an inspection…” you say carefully. All the gathered students listen intently, standing just a touch straighter. “Sebek, I have decided…I have decided to see how many push-ups you can do in a minute.” It made no sense, and you knew it made no sense. You wondered if this would finally be the time someone calls you on your BS but instead, Sebek perks up to an extreme degree. “YES, OF COURSE! RIGHT AWAY!” he bellows.

You stand at his side as he begins, pretending to care far more than you do about the results of this demonstration. Honestly, it is impressive. The speed at which he sets out to complete the exercises is extreme. You wonder for a moment just what sort of training Lilia DOES give to Sebek and Silver to get them to this level of fitness. When he is finished with the allotted minute, he jumps to attention, standing much as you’d imagine he does on guard over Malleus. You give it a moment and then say, “Yes, that will suffice. You may all return to your duties now.” Having ordered the students to depart, they comply with a surprising speed. They all still watch you but now they do it while pretending to be engaged in filling buckets with water or looking over curry combs.

You give one final nod to Sebek and say, “Good job,” before you walk away. That was more than enough excitement for one night. You’d rather spend the rest of the evening in Ramshackle than deal with any more things like this tonight. Behind you, Sebek watches you go in awe. You praised him; you told him he did a good job. Before you quite got out of earshot, you heard one last shout, “SILVER WAKE UP! THEY PRAISED ME, THE PLAYER PRAISED ME!” You laughed to yourself, what a strange world this was.

That evening in Diasomnia, Sebek carefully pulled his portrait of Malleus off the wall. Nestled behind it was a photograph of the Player. He gazed at it reverently. They’d spoken to him today; praised him even. He wasn’t yet over it. He thinks we will never get over it. He places your photo next to his pillow as he lays down to sleep. In the morning, he’ll put it back behind the portrait. He’d not dare to change his room’s layout from what the Player knows! But for tonight, he’d fall asleep to your face and the remembrance of your voice. Someday…maybe he’d not even need to use a photograph. ‘NO!’ he tells himself sternly, ‘the Player is not for you!’ And yet, some dark corner of his mind tells him that ‘good job’ is just a small step away from ‘I love you.’

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Heyyyyy i think your writing has become my drυg so here I'm again with another request. So Minho comes back from the maze really stressed so female reader offers to give him a massage and it ends up spicy obviously. TYSMMM! :)

The Minho brain-rot continues. Let's goooooo.

LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER PT. 1

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

PART 1 | PART 2

SUMMARY: See above. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.

WARNINGS: Spicey content, inappropriate language, scenes straight out of the start of a porno ngl, but no explicit smut.

You wait in front of the Doors, eagerly awaiting your best friend's return to the Glade.

This was your routine. Wake up, say bye to Minho, do your job, lunch, do your job, greet Minho, chill. Of course, Minho had to go to the Map room, but at this point, the Runners weren't fazed to find you in there with him.

From the outside, it probably seems strange to onlookers, but it's a perfectly normal relationship for the two of you.

When you first arrived, you were treated like a sideshow freak, and your forward and aggressive nature led to even more interest. It wasn't until Minho returned and acted like it was no big deal that you started to relax. He told everyone to get a grip and quit staring and it finally provided you with a much needed moment of peace.

You thanked him, and the pair of you started talking.

And you've been close ever since.

Though, you were starting to grow anxious. Where is he? He's already five minutes late and the other Runners have already returned.

This is weird.

Your excitement dwindles into anxiety as another few minutes pass, only for Minho to finally emerge from the last corner. He slows to a jog as he approaches, sweaty and tired, it's unusual for him to be this dishevelled upon his return.

What's even more unusual is that he completely blanks you, walking past without so much of a glance.

"Minho?" You jog slightly to catch up to his power walk.

"What?" He snaps, almost biting your head off with a single word.

"Shuckin' hell, what's up your ass today?" Minho freezes to snap his head towards you, but his expression melts when he sees that you're clearly upset just from the brief interaction alone.

Minho would be lying if he said he didn't have a soft spot for you. How could he not? You're the only girl in the Glade and maybe it would've been easier if they sent someone that, well, wasn't you. You're exactly Minho's type, easily matching his sarcasm and not taking his bullshit mood swings - not to mention you're gorgeous in his eyes.

"Sorry," he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, completely unfazed by the rumbling of the Doors shutting. "Just... had a klunky day, dude."

"Yeah, well that's not my fault, is it?" You cross your arms, tilting your head at an angle. You'd been waiting for him to return and this is how he treats you? Typical.

"Yeah, I know."

"Did something happen?" Your bitterness quickly turns into concern. It's rare for Minho to take his anger out on you, so you can tell something has seriously got under his skin today.

"Just... a lot of little things, and-" he sucks in a deep breath "-we've nearly fully explored the outer sections, and we still haven't found shit. It's just... yanno." You give Minho a sympathetic smile which he doesn't bother returning.

"You gotta learn to relax, man," he scoffs at this.

"That's easier said than done."

"Well..." you think for a second, trying to come up with a way to help, "I'm always here to talk to - and we could always go for a swim in the pond or just have a walk," you pause, trying to conjure up another option, "or I could give you a massage?"

Minho seems to spark up at this, though he just shakes his head, your attempts to lighten the mood already working.

"A massage?" Sarcasm drips from his voice as he raises his eyebrow, "Seriously?"

"Sure," you shrug, "why not? If it helps you to slim down for a little bit, then sure."

"Alright, then." He almost laughs at the absurdity, expecting you to tell him you're joking any second now.

"Okay, I'll meet you in your hut once you get back from the Map room," you flash him a smile before walking away.

"I'm gonna hit the showers, too, first," he shouts over to you, playfullness evident in his voice as he predicts you to turn around and tell him you're messing with him. But you give him a thumbs up, not even bothering to turn around.

You both seem to come to a realisation as the distance between you increases.

What the actual fuck just happened?

You were just spit-balling; throwing out ideas that could make Minho feel better. And now you've arranged to meet so you can rub your hands all over his body?

Fuck.

Despite your closeness, you've somehow managed to unintentionally take a step in a more... intimate direction.

Minho actually hasn't moved from where you left him as the cogs slowly start to turn in his head.

He thought you were joking. He agreed as a joke in response to your joke. And now it was actually happening. Or maybe this was still a joke? Maybe you're one-upping his joke?

His brain is fried.

You let yourself into his hut. How do you even do a massage? It's not like you've done this before, and if you have, you don't remember it.

Where do you put your hands? Do you make him lie down? Sit up? Should you ask him to take his shirt off?

Oh, Jesus.

You feel heated at the thought. Minho is attractive and well-built; easily the only guy you find yourself daydreaming about or staring at for a bit too long. And you actually enjoy being around him. You'd be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn't developed a crush on the boy. Which was something you forced yourself to ignore and push down.

Especially with Alby putting in a pretty strong "no touching" rule in place when it came to you. You didn't want to make things awkward or cause any potential problems for Minho.

This is a terrible example of your precautions.

Somehow, you both reach the same conclusion.

Let's just go with it. Let's see what happens.

Trust sexually frustrated teenagers to make bad choices- not one person is shocked.

Minho found himself eager, quickly getting through his work and attempting to use the cold shower to keep himself under control before making his way over to his hut. Curiosity driving him more than anything. What exactly were you planning to do?

You, however, have taken to pacing the room like a mad woman.

You're quick to compose yourself as the door opens, and Minho smirks at you, slipping into his own space. You are very visibly awkward and shuffling on your feet. Something Minho thinks is cute.

"Hi." You squeak out, your voice sounding like anything but your own.

"Hey," his hair is still slightly damp, making his normally spiked up quiff lie flatter. He quietly closes the door behind him. "So, how, uh, how we doin' this then?"

Minho's plan is to push you far enough that you crack and the joke ends. The problem with that plan is that this isn't a joke.

Sure, you might've said it with some underlying comedic tones, but the second Minho agreed, it kind of stopped being a joke to you. After all, you have this deep need to please Minho - something else you're never going to confess.

"Oh, well, I- I was thinking that, um- maybe-" you make eye contact with him, amusement swimming in his dark eyes, and you give up, letting out a sigh of defeat, "I don't know."

He laughs, dropping his head for a second before looking back up, "Look, you don't have to give me a massage. We can just chill and talk like we always do. It was a nice gesture and all, but I don't wanna make you uncomfortable-"

Yeah, okay, cool- it was a joke, right? You definitely don't seem to want to take this any further, which is proof enough to Minho.

"No," you say, a little too quickly, "I mean, I already said I would - you've had a shit day, and as your friend, it's my job to change that."

"Yeah, but it's really not your job to make me feel better - I kinda thought you were j-" it had actually started to sink in now. The thought of you caressing him and trying to ease him with your hands suddenly felt very real.

"I want to make you feel good, Minho." That was the final straw. The words made his expression fall, and his heart rate pick up. The change of the word 'better' to 'good' catches him completely off-guard.

Good, huh? You want to make him feel good? How good, exactly? How would you-?

Shuck, Minho- stop.

His head flies through about a hundred different scenarios, none of which he'd ever say out loud. He clears his throat in a poor attempt to hide the room feeling very hot all of a sudden.

"Alright," watching him suddenly become tense gives you a weird confidence boost and a strange feeling of dominance takes the place of your awkward anxiety. Minho is just as, if not more, flustered than you. "Take your shirt off and have a seat."

You sit down on the edge of the bed with your legs open, leaning forward and patting the ground in front of you, sending a friendly smile his way. He looks at you, then at the bed, then back at you.

"Yeah, alright." He murmurs, deciding to just accept his fate. He's in too deep now. All he has to do is keep himself under control and let you be a good friend. That's not so hard, is it?

Wrong.

He turns around, facing away from you as he takes off his weird harness/backpack thing that he religiously wears. He fiddles with the buttons on his blue shirt, the fabric is faded and sun-kissed from being Minho's favourite item of clothing. It's also your favourite item of clothing on him.

You can't help but stare at him as he lets the un-buttoned shirt fall to the floor. His back is toned with prominent shoulder blades. He stretches, and you watch in awe as the muscles tense before he turns around.

You have to force yourself to not have any kind of physical reaction as you look at him. He looks like he's been carved out of stone. There's the odd scar littering his tanned skin - something you're actually shocked there's not more of. A few dark hairs dust across his lower stomach, and his V line is sharp and dangerously on display as he makes no effort to readjust his low-hanging pants. You're assuming that the shirt added some extra padding for his belt to hold onto.

Shit - it's making your mouth water.

Though you maintain composure and Minho clears his throat, "You want me to sit on the floor?"

"Mhm," you hum, taking another second to make sure your words don't fail you, "back towards me."

Minho scoffs. Some part of him is still trying to understand what's going on, and the other has completely given up. He wordlessly does as he's told, and you're baffled that he's being so obedient.

He grunts softly as he lowers himself, clearly still aching from the rough day he's had. He sits between your legs, his back pressed to the bed frame. It wasn't exactly an uncommon position for you both to take, especially when you're spending time in his hut and you decide to play with his hair.

Honestly, you still don't really know what you're doing, but when you put your hands around his tight shoulders, just at the base of his neck, and start kneading the muscles loose - you seem to be doing a good job.

Minho wasn't expecting much, but the second your hands touched his skin, he knew he was a goner. You seem to effortlessly find the tension in his back and shoulders, relieving him of the days events.

He doesn't know how, but everything you're doing is lowering his stress and causing adrenaline to course through him at the same time.

You take to working in methodical circles, occasionally changing your approach. When your thumbs gaze the back of Minho's neck, softer than before, barely ghosting over his skin, a soft smirk appears across your face. Goosebumps creep across his skin, his breathing hitches slightly, and he leans back, further into your touch.

His eyes are shut and despite this being to relax him, his fists are balled as he attempts to will his sexual frustrated body to calm down. You guys are friends - you're doing this to be nice because you care about him.

"Did you like that?" It comes out as barely audible, something that you mainly said to yourself. Your own mind is starting to become foggy with desire.

He hums in response.

"Yeah?" You push, now knowing he heard you.

He hums again, but with an added nod this time.

He's turning into putty in your hands. You repeat the simple gesture. This time, Minho releases a noise. It's more of a hum than a moan, but it's deeper than the noises he made in agreement.

"You sound really pretty," you coo. It's almost like you're not meaning to even say these things but it keeps coming out. It's almost second nature to praise him and push him to answer you. You didn't even really know there was this side to you.

Neither did Minho. Minho was also blissfully unaware that he was into praise, but now he has to shift slightly at your words as a tightness fills his pants.

Not ideal.

"Don't say that," he mumbles, sounding a lot less assured than he intended. His brain feels fuzzy, and his body is a lot warmer than before.

"Why not?" The coyness fades from your voice for a second, your question becoming more genuine. You don't want to make him uncomfortable, but you're getting some mixed signals here.

Minho doesn't respond. He's too drunk on the skin-to-skin contact. So, you push him further, "Minho? Why shouldn't I say that?"

"Because I want you bad enough, and this is just driving me mad." Your movements slow, Minho's barely coherent grumbling takes a second to sink in.

He's also too high on lust to process it straight away.

"What?" You can hear your pulse in your ears as Minho's eyes flicker open, his head is resting back - pretty much in front of your crotch. Your face quickly grows red and it clicks what just happened.

"Shit- sorry, I didn't-" his head shoots up, but he doesn't get up, just rubbing his face with his hands. "I knew this was a bad shucking idea. Listen, alright, I didn't mean it- well, I did mean it, but I wouldn't have ever said it. You were just- you're just so-"

Minho's stunned into silence as you lean forward, your lips connecting to his nape. Electricity jolts through him, and he physically flinches. A shakey breath escapes him.

He wants you?

He wants you.

He's just said it. Maybe it's the sexual tension in the air or the fact you've been crushing on him for so damn long - but you don't care anymore. So, you press another kiss to his neck.

He accepts the gesture, moving slightly to face more to you, giving you easy access to his jaw. You kiss up his neck, lightly nibbling his jaw, and he purrs against your touch when you take his ear lobe between your teeth.

"I want you, too," you whisper into his ear.

Minho struggles to believe the words he's hearing, so he turns to face you fully, moving his body to the side with his legs crossed still.

He looks up at you. Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, the sudden eye contact making your confidence dwindle. Your pupils are blown wide, and you desperately want to squeeze your legs together, but Minho is, quite literally, in the way.

A few seconds pass whilst he just looks at you, seemingly weighing his options out.

"Shuck it," you barely have time to react once the words leave his mouth. He raises suddenly, turning his body fully towards you. He catches your face in his hand as his pushes forward, leaving you resting on your elbows as he hovers over you on the bed - taking the power from you in one swift motion.

Your noses brush against each other, and you jolt forward. The desperation and heat is starting to drive you insane and he's too close to not be doing anything.

But he pulls away.

Shit.

Does he not want this after all? Have you almost ruined your friendship for nothing?

"I really like you, (Y/N), okay?" Minho's breathing is heavy. "But I don't wanna ruin our friendship- so if this is just dumb, teenage hormones to you... please just tell me, and we can stop this before we destroy everything."

His words are sincere, a tinge of pain creeping into his voice. Minho is used to taking risks, but this feels so current and scary. He's never put his heart on the line before, and it's a different kind of stress.

You take a second to think of the right words. There's so much you want to say, but there's also so much you want to do.

"It means everything to me," you lean further forward, "You mean everything to me."

Your foreheads bump and his lips ghost yours, making you whimper before he finally caves. Pushing his lips to yours, it's feverish and hot.

You follow his lead, feeling all the built-up tension and wants as he puts it into the kiss. Minho is basically on Cloud 9 - he's been dreaming of this for what feels like forever.

You flop backwards, letting Minho put more of his weight on you, resting himself between your legs. He basically growls into your mouth when you grind your hips against his, trying to get some kind of friction. You'd take anything to soothe the throbbing sensation pooling between your thighs.

His mouth dips down, kissing along your jawline, then down to your neck. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and he sucks down, causing you to claw at his back and let out a gasp.

He travels lower, hands under your shirt, and working their way up, brushing against your bra.

It's all moving very fast, and Minho is quickly becoming more needy, almost animalistic as he digs into your skin.

That's when the thought hits you.

"Minho, wait." He stops immediately, pulling away. Panic flashes across his face and concern washes through his body.

Shit, he hasn't done something wrong, has he?

"You okay?" He pushes off of you, standing up straight, making sure to give you any space you might need. "You want me to stop?"

"No," you confess, scooting back over to the edge of the bed and standing up yourself. Minho furrows his brows as you stand in front of him.

You stand on your tiptoes, pressing against his lips once more. He immediately melts, his hands going to slip to your waist but you grab him, taking him by surprise and spinning him around. You push him backwards, making him hit the mattress with a heavy thud.

"(Y/N)? What are you-?" You silence him with a kiss, using one arm to stabilise yourself as you hover over him, your free hand fiddling with his belt.

You pull on Minho's bottom lip with your teeth, watching his eyes roll back into his head as you palm at him through his underwear.

"I'm meant to be making you feel better," you talk into his skin as you start to kiss down his chest, "remember?"

This ended up being slightly more steamy than intentioned, but tension is what I'm good at writing so tension you shall get.

Love y'all, hope you enjoy :))

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oneatlatime · 2 months

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Sokka's Master

pleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegoodpleasebegood

Strange choice of master but we'll see where this goes.

The meteor shower animation is quite meditative. I wouldn't mind it as a screensaver.

How to describe something exceptional to your blind friend: "You've never not seen anything like this." It's amazing the quality put into even the tiniest of throwaway jokes.

Are meteor strikes flammable?

I love how whenever Sokka's disappointed he gets noodle arms. A surprisingly consistent characterisation.

Momo butt skate.

Iroh. The fuck?

ok. So he's playing a part for the guards. Why?

Pretty.

Funny to think about, but as a former WWE character, Toph's probably had more hero worship than the Avatar.

Lots to say about this! First, I stand corrected! i honestly thought that Sokka would be immune to this specific insecurity by virtue of him not being a bender. I was wrong! Second, I love how, as soon as Sokka expresses that he feels that he isn't as talented as the rest of them, the others respond by listing his actual, invaluable talents, without which the group would be completely at sea. They don't respond with "no you're perfect!" they respond with "no one can read a map like you can" and how he keeps their spirits up with jokes. They're not using false praise. They are using specific facts. I love that an episode that looks like it's going to deal with a character feeling down on themselves establishes from the get go that the character is invaluable, actually. So often, the 'low self esteem stock episode' puts the affirmation of the character's value at the end. Which means the viewer spends the whole episode being convinced that the character in question might actually be useless. Here, we're told from the start that the character is invaluable - the problem is that they do not perceive themselves to be so. Quite on the nose for a show that deals so much with identity.

OMIGOD IT GETS BETTER!!!!!!!!!!

Validating Katara sweeps in and a) validates his feelings, while b) clearly explaining that his self-perception is not in line with how the others see him, which c) doesn't invalidate a) !!!!

Katara has such emotional intelligence when she chooses to use it.

Nuanced intelligent discussion of the complexities of emotions and self-perception in a Sokka episode I am so happy I am blessed the gods are shining on me today I'm sitting here twirling my hair and swinging my feet and doodling hearts on the corner of my journal

SHOPPING!!!!!

btw that's the same face he makes when he says SUKI!!!

"Reinvigorate my battling" this boy. just. this boy.

He lasted a lot longer than I would have with nun chucks.

Aang the Happy Meal toy.

Some say that Halberd is still spinning today.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present: the 45 degree Sokka.

Some Foley artist had the time of their life with this weapons sequence.

Why thank you for that exposition, Mr. Exposition. Now walk away and we'll never see you again.

Toph does NOT move ONCE this whole scene and it's ever so slightly freaking me out.

Toph tells you she learned from Badgermoles and no one wants to discuss this further?!? We're going to gloss over that?

So this episode has a training montage theme.

Sokka goes freestyle on those door knockers.

That's one hell of a castle. Must be dark in there though. Tiny windows.

Which explains the several hundred candles. This show. Set up with one hand; slam dunk with the other.

This guy's reciting Sokka's s1 introduction on Kyoshi Island.

Sokka: Actually. I am a dumb. The Master: Sold.

The face of someone who is definitely picking up what you're putting down.

It's been ages since I watched the episode, but is some of what the Master saying here about swords an echo of what Zuko says to the kid in Zuko Alone when he's decapitating sunflowers?

A Sokka-less Gaang. Depressing and they know it.

The way Katara's voice actor says "oh everyone's a critic" is gold.

Multidisciplinary education vs. kid who's never been within a mile of the box he's being told to think outside of. Fight!

Yikes that was a meaty hit. Does Sokka have a nose left?

They're wearing beehives on their heads.

Was Sokka always this short?

The greens in this episode are such a delight.

The way he says "I'm finished!" Sounds like "Am finished" and you can actually hear the smiley emoji he throws in.

He's good.

What do they FEED him?

Sokka's voice actor had a great time this episode. All the voice actors had a great time actually.

Sokka invents the La Z Boy

Katara inadvertently invents a fandom war by attempting a joke.

They're all so useless and it's wonderful.

That was all only one day? That's a lot of outfit changes for one day.

"You mess things up in a very special way." Compliment? Let's go with compliment.

Sokka is so very Sokka this episode.

A reason to live is coming!

*thundering herds of shippers in the distance*

That's clever. The inciting incident gets smelted. Haven't seen that before.

This whole Iroh gets buff montage has been completely dialogue free on Iroh's part. Crazy levels of inner peace, that he'd doesn't need to snark back at the guard.

Seriously. What are they FEEDING these children. Also how is that door that shiny.

Sokka really has it in for those door knockers.

Apropos of nothing, the clouds in this episode are all so yummy. All these soft slate colours and misty layers.

Meteoric iron is actually a thing, right?

Ok but aren't mold made swords crappy?

HI YUE

I love how they managed to made a crafting montage where the character who does the least work is the one who looks like he's working the hardest.

"I saw a heart as strong as my garden decor"

"No it certainly wasn't your skills. You had none."

Creativity, versatility, intelligence, meat, sarcasm.

You've known him like two days and you can already tell he's more worthy than any man you've ever trained? Sounds like you had poor taste in students.

"No. This is my fight. Alone." Bro you are going to DIE. The first time you held a sword was two days ago. You might need the avatar on this one.

Guard who never shuts up actually kind of has a point here. He's a dick about as usual, but it's entirely possible that the rank and file of the Fire Nation army view Iroh's actions as a betrayal. Does anyone remember in Star Wars movie number 7, or maybe 8, when that Trooper sees Finn after he's switched sides and yells "traitor!" and it's the best part of the movie? Yeah, like that.

This episode throws the concept of linear time out the window. In two days, Iroh gets swole and Sokka masters sword fighting.

Do you think Sokka's realised yet that this is his final exam?

Yummy yummy clouds.

One in a million pocket sand shot.

One in a million stick placement.

So this master is like a sword spirit or something. He can't be human. There's no way he could get the scabbard to fly on perfectly without seeing.

"Try Lee, There's a million Lees. There's a tea shop in Ba Sing Se that has a super cranky waiter called Lee."

This guy's just this side of committing treason and I love it.

I see this Master is a devotee of the 'Hakoda school of shoving outrageously over the top compliments into Sokka's thick skull in the hopes that 1% of them will stick.' I approve.

This last scene has gorgeous hills and skies but you'll have to take my word for it because I've hit the image limit.

Sokka's been inducted into the super secret boy band!!!

He saved space earth for Toph! He's so considerate! He's fuelling the ships!

Let's compromise and call it space dirt instead.

Final Thoughts

This episode every two minutes: Sokka, you are currently flawless and you're about to get better. Me: Yes. Yep. Yeah. Seconded. I concur.

I like it! It's great! It's 24 minutes of the writers and characters fangirling over Sokka! Of course I like it! It made me criminally overuse exclamation marks! What else can I say?

Hands down my favourite episode is Bato of the Water Tribe. For Sokka's story, this episode is Bato of the Water Tribe part 2. Of course I'm going to love it. This episode was lab grown specifically for me.

Now let's see if I can say something about this episode that isn't poorly disguised squealing.

I love how the characters respond to Sokka saying he's not special with an evidence-based refutation rather than blanket reassurance.

I love how shopping cheers up Sokka. I love how Katara knows that shopping will cheer him up. This must be something she's learned since the show started. I don't think there were malls in the South Pole. So Katara was paying attention when Sokka and Momo went through the bag saga.

I love how much the master is baffled yet impressed by Sokka. He seems almost charmed by this breath of fresh air. I think it's hilarious that, when Sokka first approaches him, he's expecting early season 1 Sokka. He'd better send Suki a thank you card.

I also really like "The way of the sword doesn't belong to any one nation." It seems obvious to us, but in a world where there are weaponisable skills that are quite literally inseparable from the nations their wielders inhabit, it's probably something no one in the Gaang has ever heard before.

Obviously the episode is a little rushed - half hour kid's show and all that - but it's still pretty crazy that you can apparently impart a solid basic knowledge of swordplay in two days.

Toph going all tsundere is funny, and makes Aang and Katara unapologetically desperate for Sokka's company twice as funny as it already is. Toph's like "whatever" and the other two spent the day making a welcome home banner.

I love how Sokka's happiness is always so loud and shameless. It makes it contagious.

This episode highlights what Sokka's actual strengths are, by instructing him in what he thinks his strengths are. If that makes sense? Sokka is brain, which he's finally starting to realise by attending brawn lessons.

He's also heart, and I'll die on that hill.

Iroh getting swole was honestly just a thing that happened. No comment really, except it was interesting to have a reminder from the guard that a character we perceive as the good guy is currently perceived as the bad guy by everyone but us. When the Fire Nation does inevitably get defeated, a whole nation is going to have to reset their worldview and that will not be an easy process.

More like this please!

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #sokka's master

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I have to be dreaming (Chapter 2)

series masterlist~~AO3~~regular masterlist

I forgot to mention this, but there will be more yanderes than just the strawhats.

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A few hours past after the whole debacle with the Masira pirates and by that time things had calmed down. Treasure was spread across the floor, Luffy playfully prancing around in full armor.

"All you brought back was junk." Nami yelled, "None of this can tell us how to get up to the sky!"

"We couldn't find anything but that map!" Zoro says, shrugging towards Nami. Sanji nodded, the smoke from the cigarette floating around him.

"Somebody beat us to the ship." He said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing some smoke. "Either that, or the people on that ship had slaughtered each other."

Nami crosses her brows, pointing at the two men, "Then we're going to need more information." She says.

"At least we found a map." You said looking towards Luffy, him clattering around while swinging a broken sword. Nami follows your gaze, sagging her shoulders at the sight.

"What's that Luffy?"

"Armor." He responds, before it shatters, him falling to the ground. "Hey it broke!" He yells, Usopp and Chopper running towards him, trying to gather all the pieces. You sigh, trying to block out all the sounds around you.

"You seem to be having a hard time, and it's not going to get any easier." You hear Robin speak to Nami, before slowly covering your ears. It was all too much, every word causing your head to ache. You wanted to fall asleep, and never wake up.

"Okay! Jaya! Full speed ahead!" You hear Luffy yell, and you sigh. You move to sit next to Nami, her giving you a sympathetic look while rubbing your back.

"Hold on! If we go straight to Jaya, won't the log reset itself? Then we won't be able to go to the sky island." Usopp mentions, Luffy immediately freaking out.

"Then we're not going to Jaya!" You roll your eyes at him while Nami tilts his head at him.

"You wanted to go to Jaya, didn't you." Luffy nods.

"Yeah, but I want to go to the sky island too." He pouts.

Nami puts her arms on her hips, "Well that's your fault. You have to think ahead Luffy. You know how the log pose works."

Luffy puts some food in his mouth, thinking, while you relax further into your position, attempting to quiet the world. "All right listen! I'm the captain so I'm gonna choose our destination. I wanna go to the sky island!"

"How do we get there, Luffy." You speak up, him looking towards you and your relaxed position. Your eyes were closed, and you sounded nearly half asleep. He swallows some food, dawning a smile you couldn't see.

"Well, the best thing is to ask someone, let's ask somebody on Jaya." Usopp says.

"The log pose won't reset immediately, why not go to Jaya and leave before the log pose can lock onto another magnetic field." Robin suggests. Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp all nod while munching on food, Nami agreeing.

Luffy jumps, excited, "All right, to Jaya!"

---

You felt someone talk a harsh plop next to you, opening an eye to look, it appears to be Zoro. He looked bored, all of you still waiting to get to Jaya. That paired with the nice summer sun made it a perfect time for napping.

For a while it was quiet, the only other sounds being seagulls and the murmurs of others. "Y'know, I never thanked you for saving me." You whisper lightly to him. "I don't know what I would be doing if it weren't for you..."

Zoro doesn't respond, simply nodding to you, his eye closed and his posture relaxed. You're okay without any words, happy with the simple statement, closing your eyes before taking a deep exhale.

Zoro smiles lightly.

---

"Hey!!" You startled awake, rubbing your eyes as you move towards the front of the ship. As your eyes adjust, you're able to see an island, a city right in front of you.

"Wow! look at that city!" Luffy bellows, sitting on the head of Merry, his special spot. Usopp stares wide eyed, Chopper as well.

"It looks like a resort!" He says, his eyes filled with wonder.

"You're right. I wouldn't mind spending a little time in a place like that." Nami replies.

As you moved closer to the port, the town came into fuller view. You could see many pirate ships docked, causing you to grow puzzled. "Why are there pirate ships docked here?" Luffy looks your direction shrugging his shoulders before the ship docks.

"This seems like a fun place." Zoro says smirking. You groan, hugging you midsection. You attempted to hide yourself by slouching, making yourself smaller, only for Luffy to extend his arm and pull you towards him.

"Don't lag behind, we don't wanna lose you." He says to you, giggling. You still haven't really got used to Devil Fruit powers, Luffy's being the strangest thing ever. It didn't take long for Nami to catch up to you, her bounding towards you and Luffy.

"Luffy, you need to promise not to cause trouble!" Nami speaks as Luffy waves her away.

"Yeah, yeah, I promise." He insists, dragging you every which direction, his hold becoming gentler at the sound of your grunts.

"Say it like you mean it. If you cause trouble, then we'll never find a way up to the sky!" He lets out a small yeah, eyeing a man on a horse. He was panting, blood dribbling from his mouth. His house stopped before the man slid off, falling on the ground.

The people around him whispered, "Hey...could you help me up?" He groans, looking towards Luffy and Zoro." Zoro groans, before helping the man up onto the horse, him groaning in light pain.

"I don't have any money to give you." He takes out a basket of apples, his hands quivering a bit from the supposed pain. "Please take one." Zoro's eyes squint in suspicion.

"No thanks." Zoro tries to walk away before Luffy is shoveling an apple in his mouth, Zoro and Nami yelling at him before a boom reverberates across the walkway. Your body is blocked by Zoro's, him unsheathing one of his swords.

"Hey, what's the big deal?!" Zoro yells, eyeing the con man, who way laying on the back of his horse. He smirks down at all of you, coughing weakly.

"He'll be all right." He said, Nami halting from coking out Luffy, looking and the man. "If it had been a bad one, you'd have died instantly." Luffy looks over at him as well, face hard. "You're...a lucky boy."

The man trotted away on his horse, leave you alone. You sigh in relief, returning to walking down the street, everyone around you unconcerned with the explosion. Nami takes a while to calm down, growing frustrated with the blasé nature of the town. "What kind of place is this."

"Calm down, Nami." Luffy looks back at her, eyeing you at the tail end of the group. He pulls you back towards himself, stumbling back near him. "Things like that happen."

She grumbles, "Well, they shouldn't! This is insane! I'm not sure we'll ever find out what we want to know in this madhouse!" Luffy remains nonchalant, casually walking down the street while ignoring Nami's ramblings.

Eventually, you land in a surprisingly peaceful part of town. "It's beautiful." Nami points out, the palm trees adding a nice shade to this otherwise hot island. There were resort houses, all connected by a pier the swived from house to house.

"Wait, you can't just walk in here." A strange man, probably the resort owner, says, fidgeting nervously as you observe him. "The tropical hotel is currently being rented out by the Bellamy Party."

"This is a hotel?" You mumble, the man continuing to fidget, repeatedly asking you to leave.

"We can't take a look around." Luffy asks, "and who is this Bellamy guy?"

"Who are you." A man stalks towards you, a woman around his arm. The resort owner instantly becomes nervous, bowing towards the man.

"M-Mr. Sarquiss, welcome back..." He strides over, standing right in front of Luffy, and you take this time to back away from him, towards Zoro.

"Get lost." He speaks lowly.

Luffy snarls, looking back at Nami, "Can I beat this guy up?" Your eyes widen and your poster stiffens in fear.

"Absolutely not!!" She declares.

"Hah, what a joke." Sarquiss says, "You, beat me up?" He lets out a hardy laugh, throwing coins and bills onto the floor. "Here, go buy yourself some decent clothes." The coins roll on the ground a bit before falling completely near your feet.

You past them quickly, pushing past the man in slight anger. Nami follows right after, pulling Luffy along with him. Sarquiss watches with an emotionless face, "Heh, how lame." He drones, walking into the resort.

---

You stare into your cup dead faced, your face as stark contrast to the load, bustling tavern around you. Every few moments, you glanced at your side, Luffy fighting with some drunkard about his bounty. You didn't have the energy to really care about it though. You can faintly hear Zoro yell at him, trying to hold him back.

"Take it easy, there's no fighting in here." Says the bar owner to Luffy and the other, coerced. Suddenly, there's a creaking sound, then a slamming. Everyone in the bar quiets, turning toward the entrance.

"Anybody seen a pirate in a strawhat around here?" The voice was low, growling even. You turn around, spotting a nearly deranged looking man. His eyes were blown wide, a smirk stretching across his face and his arm crossed.

"Look like he has business with you, Luffy." Zoro sips on a beer, uncaring, while Nami bites her lip.

Luffy turns all the way around, propping his elbows on the table. "What?" Mutters travel through the bar, all about Luffy's 30 million berries bounty, and what Bellamy was going to do to him. You shifted in your seat quietly, afraid.

"Get this kid whatever he wants." The bartender nods, more and more people shuffling into the bar. It didn't take a genius to tell they were the people from the resort, Sarquiss leading the posse. The push through the bar, kicking people out their seats without a care. Sarquiss gives a harsh glare at anyone who looks at him, twirling his knives.

A beer is placed down on the table, Luffy taking it with a smile, drinking it in one big gulp.

"Bellamy and his whims..." You hear a girl say. Sarquiss chuckles, a sound that makes you shake in your seat.

Before you can even comprehend what he was saying you were being pushed back from the bar by Zoro, landing on the floor, staring up at the other three.

"Luffy!!"

His head is pushed roughly into the bar by Bellamy, splitting in two, the wood cracks under the pressure. You can barely breath as laughs fill the room. You can't tell where they come from, your eyes focused on Luffy.

Zoro lunges at him, nearly slicing him with his swords before Bellamy quickly leaps aside. "What's your problem, low life?" He questions, as Zoro stares at him from the opposite end of the sword.

"You're the one with the problem." He responds, Nami rushing to calm him down as she helps you up. "Wait, Zoro! We haven't learned what we need to yet!" Zoro, irritated, keeps his gaze locked on Bellamy.

"I don't care! He's the one looking for a fight!" Luffy slowly stands up, the crowd around him laughing in disbelief. You shake in Nami's hold, trying to calm your breathing and ignore the manic laughter.

Luffy wipes his nose, "All right, I hope you're ready." Bellamy doesn't retaliate, instead, his face grows maniacal, his laughing high-pitched mixing with the laughs of his crewmates.

"This isn't a fight, it's just a test. Come at me! Show me what you've got!" He edges Luffy on, but before anything could happen, you turn towards the bartender.

"We want to go to the sky island! Can you tell us anything at all!" The room goes cold, the silence somehow eerier than the laughter. The people in the room look astounded, their eyes wide and mouth agape. The only noise you can hear is the whispering of the people near the back of the room, asking if you were kidding and if you were stupid. You take a deep breath as the room suddenly breaks back into laughter.

"Did you say...sky island!?" A very drunk man asks, laughing in your face before you could answer, Nami quickly coming to your defense.

"Our log pose is pointing straight up at the sky!!" She points and again there is a brief second of pause, before being broken by laughter.

"Log poses break so easily." Some other says, and Nami holds her breath as people around the room laugh and mock her, including Bellamy, who is now relaxing on a stool.

"Where'd you hicks come from anyway." He eyes you, laughing at your startled expression. "You believe in that ancient legend? What rock did you craw out from under?" You look away, embarrassed.

"New currents are being discovered on the grand line all the time, like the 'knock up stream.' Ships that fall victim to it are hurled upwards and come crashing back down to the sea."

"Long ago, ignorant seafarers saw them falling out of the sky and thought there must be an island up there." He went on to explain. ""Surely there must be another world up there in the sky!"" He mocked.

"In time the truth behind such myths became clear." He looks back at you. "What a disappointment, and I was going to see if you had what it takes to join my crew in this new age of pirates, but you're too gullible." Luffy moves to block you as your jaw hardens, anger seeping through your bones.

"You're fools who are blinded by a fantasy of treasures and can't see the riches lying right at their feet." You couldn't see Bellamy's face, but you could guess his overwhelming visage by his voice, loud and overpowering. "In this age, some of the most able seafarers get themselves killed chasing such foolishness."

""They were lucky to die chasing their dream" they say!" He laughs, snorting at the end. "I say they're all idiots!"

"When I see fools wasting their time on dreams, I go berserk!" You pushed away yet again by Luffy as a bottle is smashed on his head. This time though, you land in the arms of Zoro, who keeps you in place as Nami screams.

"It's weaklings like you that give pirates a bad name!" Bellamy yells as Luffy lays on the floor. He looks unfaced, but you couldn't really tell from you position.

"Hey Bellamy!" Sarquiss speaks up. "Looks like everybody's waiting for the show to start." He grins, and as the party around him rages on, Luffy sits up, his strawhat on the floor.

"Luffy! Zoro, forget your promise! Defend yourself!" Nami begs.

"Do not fight them!" Luffy directs to Zoro. He obeys, leaning towards your ear.

"Stay with Nami. Listen to Luffy." He gives you a small push, and you quickly listen and stand near Nami.

"Heh-Your friends are smart, they know they're out classed." Sarquiss side eyes the boys. "The Navy's getting pretty generous these days, handing out 30 million berries for a wimp like this." He chuckles to himself.

Luffy and Zoro take hit after hit, bottles and food being thrown at them like they're in a zoo. You flinch anytime you hear something breaks, afraid to look at them all covered in blood. But in truth, your weakness made you sick to your stomach, you didn't know what to do and you didn't have the strength to speak up like Nami. You hated this feeling, especially as you cower behind Nami unable to act.

"Pacifism sounds like an excuse for cowardice to me." Bellamy takes a big swig of beer, wiping his lower lip as he eyes Luffy. "Not only are they weak, they got no pride. They don't have the heart to fight, and yet their heads are full of dreams." Bellamy stands, striding pass the two towards the door.

"Forget it." He looks down at Luffy, not sparing you or Nami a glance. "It said he's worth 30 million, so I wanted to see what he could do, but he's a total disappointment. How can a can a coward like this call himself a pirate?" We walk right up to him, spitting right in their faces. They both recoil but react little.

"They make me sick." Bellamy knees Zoro in the face.

Another man grabs the back of Luffy's head, throwing it into the wall, reverberating throughout the room with a harsh crack. You and Nami rush towards them, Bellamy's laughs echoing in your head.

"Pack up your stupid friends and get out while you still can." Nami snarls at him, taking the back of both Zoro's and Luffy's shirt's and dragging them out of the bar, you in toe.

'The sky island does exist' you think, just to spite that asshole.

"Your friends won that fight, why are you so upset?" You turn, seeing the guy Luffy was arguing with earlier. He's sitting right outside the bar, eating pie. "You got guts!" He says as the two stand back up, bloody and bruised.

"You seem to be in a hurry, so I won't keep you." He takes a swig from a bottle near him. "I hope you make it to the sky island." He says, walking away.

You're left frozen look back at the man as he stumbles down the street. His demeanor was so different than earlier, what changed? "Hey, maybe that guy knows how to get to Skypiea?" Nami suggest, watching as Luffy walks away.

"It's not just one guy." Luffy says as he wipes some blood from his nose, using his other hand to grab you and break you out of your stupor.

"Hey! What do you mean?"

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"Luffy, Zoro! Are you guy's all right?!" Usopp yelled as you got back to the Merry.

"Huh-your wounded, what happened?!" Chopper screamed, pushing them onto the boat quicker.

"Did you fight a giant monster?" Usopp wondered aloud. Luffy shook his head, smiling like nothing was wrong.

"Nah, a pirate. But it's over." He shrugs, while Nami glares from a corner.

"It may be over for you, but not for me." She jumps up, pointing a finger towards him. "How can you call yourself pirates!! Pirates don't shrink from a fight!!"

Zoro side eyes her. "You're the one who made us promise not to fight."

"Why is she so mad, you two are the ones who got beaten up, not her." Usopp says, Luffy shaking his head.

Chopper glances towards you as he ignores Nami's yelling. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" You were sitting alone by the railing, watching the waves though the beams. You look back, nodding quickly while giving an awkward smile.

"Totally, I'm just not used to all this pirate stuff, y'know?" You rub the back of your neck.

Luffy tilts his head. "Do pirates not exists where you come from."

You laugh, "I think I'd be less shocked if they did." You go back to watching the waves, still feeling Luffy's gaze on the back of your head.

Chopper, semi-satisfied with your answer, changes the subject. "So, did you find anything about Skypiea?"

Nami's face darkened, "Skypiea, who cares about it, everyone started laughing at the mere mention of it." She pouted, red mad when Usopp and Luffy start laughing at her.

Robin, whose now on the ship, hands over a map to Luffy, "I went shopping for clothes and information about Skypiea."

"It's just an ordinary map of the island though?" Usopp says.

"The town on the left is Mock town, where we are now. And the x on the opposite coast marks were Jaya's biggest weirdo lives. His name is Mont Blanc Cricket." She smiles.

"It seems like you have something in common, he was chased out of town for talking about dreams."

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On your way to this Cricket persons home, you were stopped by yet another monkey man, and it this point you were fed up.

"We've come across a weirdo, but I don't think he's the one we're looking for." Luffy says to Usopp as he cowers behind Sanji.

"Hey! You there! This is no time for small talk!!" He yells from his ship.

"Could you move, we're trying to go somewhere." Luffy yells, and you facepalm.

"You idiot! The sea here is my territory! If you want to pass, you have to pay the toll!" Monkey man screams, you've heard this before, and you couldn't care less.

"Is he like that Masira guy?" Usopp asks, Monkey man becoming intrigued at the mention of the man.

"What? Masira? What about Masira?" He asks.

"Him? We kicked his butt?" That's right, you were so distracted that you somehow missed Luffy literally kicking Masira off the ship. Hopefully he's fine.

Monkey man gasps, glaring at you all. "How dare you do that to my brother!" In an instant, Monkey man was sending shock waves your way, screaming into a big microphone. While it didn't do much, pieces of ship started peeling off.

"He's ruining all my repairs!" Usopp screamed, quickly yelling to get out of range of his voice.

After you were definitely far enough, you were all forced to help repair the broken parts of the ship. "That damn orangutan! He almost wrecked the whole ship."

"Yeah, it's in really bad shape." Zoro says, hammering sheets onto the helm. "Maybe it's time we got a new one."

"How can you say that?!" You jump, you didn't expect it to be a touchy subject. Though, from what Usopp told you, this ship was gifted to him by a dear friend, so it's understandable it make him a little angry.

Luffy turns words him, "Don't worry Usopp, Merry's part of the crew, she'll be as good as new once we've fixed her up!" You smile, feeling surprisingly warm.

"You got a big heart, Luffy." He looks surprised for a split second, before grinning wide at you.

"Woah!!!" You hear Chopper yell. Looking over, you see an extravagant house, Luffy and Usopp dropping their tools to gawk.

"This is Mont Blanc Cricket's house?! He must be loaded!" Luffy proclaims, Sanji standing by you with a raised brow.

"A man of big dreams, eh? Well. he certainly likes to create an illusion." He lets out a puff of smoke, as Luffy propels himself off the ship, gaping at the back of the house.

"It's only plywood!" He screams, huffing in annoyance.

"What a cheapskate." Sanji said, rolling up the sail. You nod, wondering why he would do something like that. Nami peers towards Robin, whose reclining on the railing.

"What kind of dreams was he talking about that they kicked him out of town form." Robin waves, shrugging her shoulders.

"I don't know all the details, but apparently he claims there's a huge hoard of gold somewhere on Jaya." Everyone turned towards her at the claim of gold.

"Gold!" Usopp yells, Luffy ginning from his spot-on land. He rushes towards the house, abruptly walking into the house without knocking.

"Hello! Anyone home?" He announces.

You lean off the railing, eyeing him astonished. "Luffy! You can't just go walking into other people's homes!" He doesn't listen, leaving the door wide open as Usopp and Sanji funnel in. You groan, debating whether or not to follow him, untimely deciding to hop off the boat and follow him.

"Huh? There's nobody here." You hear Luffy say as you catch up to him. The house was pretty small, a bed, table, and many, many boxes all in one room. You survey the room, finding a childlike story book on the table.

"Noland the Liar." You read aloud, flipping the book over and examining its contents.

"Noland the Lair, huh?" You turn to look at Sanji, whose sitting on the ground, watching you. "That bring back memories."

"You've read this before?" You ask him, Nami coming over to stand near you, taking the book from your hands.

"Yeah, I was born in the North Blue." You shake your head. You aren't all that knowledgeable of the different areas of the sea, still struggling to get used to where you are know.

Sanji chuckles, some smoke escaping his lips. "Yeah, I was raised in the east...well, never mind that. This story's pretty famous in the North, it's a children's tale, but I've heard that this Noland really did exist a long time ago."

Nami opens up the book, reading out the pages aloud. It's a tale about Noland, an explore who told such amazing stories about his adventures that no one believed him. One day, when Noland went to tell the king about a mountain of gold on an island in the sea, the king sent 2,000 of his soldiers to verify his claim. By the time they reached the island, only the king, Noland, and 100 soldiers remained, and instead of a mountain of gold, there was only a jungle. Noland was sentence to death for lying, his last words being "I know! The mountain of gold must have sunk into the sea!" No one believed him anymore, by the stuck to his lies to the very end.

Nami finished the story, closing the book with a thud. "Sadly, he died without ever becoming a brave warrior of the sea." She sighed, looking at Usopp.

"Why are you looking at me! And stop adding your own commentary!" Their argument couldn't continue as Luffy splashed into the water. "What are you doing, Luffy!" Usopp yelled as you moved to grab him before he descended too deep.

"You've got guts, making yourself at home on someone else's property. The waters around here belong to me." Someone sad behind you. You turn, locking eyes with a very angry looking man. His eyes were narrowed towards you, but yours were locked on Sanji, who was swinging his foot at him.

The man dodges quickly, taking his hand and nearly jabbing it in Sanji's stomach. He raised his foot quickly, stopping the attack, but instead being met with the barel of a gun.

"Sanji!" You hear Chopper and Nami scream as you dive in the water. You hope he's alright, heart beating as you scan the water for Luffy. You know that he's unable to swim because of his Devil Fruit power after an incident a while back when a fishing accident caused him to fall in the water. You eye the top of his strawhat, diving down deeper and hooking your hands under his shoulders. You grunt, some bubbles escaping your mouth as you pull him up out of the water.

Luffy coughs when he is finally free from the ocean. "What were you thinking!?" You scream at him, paddling towards the land. "I...saw...bubbles in the water." He coughs, inhaling and exhaling in rapid succession. 'Then a chestnut came up out of the water..." he mentions, laying down on the grass as he continues to cough our more water. You sigh, coughing up a bit of water yourself.

Thud

"Hey, you okay?" Sanji's huff, the strange man shaking on the grown.

Zoro helps Sanji drag the man back to his house, laying him down on the bed. "Get me a cold towel and open all the windows!" Chopper yells, pulling up a chair to stand on.

"He's sick, it's a condition divers get." Chopper explains, laying down a cool towel on his head. "It's usually not chronic though." Luffy moves over towards the window, gazing out at the ocean.

"When a diver come up out of the water too quickly, the sudden decompression causes air bubbles to for in the blood and tissues. These bubbles expand and cause problem in the vascular system, muscles, and joints." Chopper further explains as you shiver from the cold seeping through the open windows.

"This man's probably been diving deep day after day without giving his body time to decompress." Chopper's voice is small and quiet, the wind blowing adding a peaceful ambiance to the room.

"Boss!! Are you all right?!" The door slams open, the two Monkey men barging in. For a while, it was quiet, looks being exchanged in silence. "What are you doing here?! What have you done to the boss!?" They both break the silence, yells echoing through the room.

"We're giving this man medical treatment, go away." Luffy drones, glaring at the two. The monkey men give a frown, looking like they're about to cry.

"That's so nice of you!" They whimper, Luffy staring in annoyance. He doesn't complain when they take a spot in the room, sitting down in front of Cricket.

"So, you guys live here too." They shake their heads.

"Well, the boss's house is the headquarters of the Monkey Mountain Allied Force." Masira explains, "But we usually sleep on our own ships." You watch quietly as Luffy chats with the monkey's, feeling a tap on your shoulder. You tilt your head, Chopper handing you a blanket.

"You looked cold." You smile, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders.

"Thanks!" You giggle, Chopper giving you an embarrassed blush before rushing away. You smile lightly into the blanket, the warmth traveling all over your body.

"Hey, Luffy! He's coming to!" Your brief second of comfort was interrupted by Chopper yelling for Luffy from inside the house.

He bounded in, Cricket sitting up and facing away from the door. "Hey, diamond-head guy, we wanna ask you something." He slowly gets up, walking toward the open window, lighting up a cigarette.

"Sorry I attacked you guys; I thought you were after my gold." Cricket says.

He talks a puff of the cigarette, "What?! You have gold?!" Nami asked dreamily. Luffy ignores her daydreaming, pushing past her to get to Cricket.

"We wanna go to the Island in the sky! How do we get there!?" Cricket side eyes him, his brows ruffled in confusion and irritation. He smirks before beginning to laugh, you and Nami snarling in annoyance.

"There was only one man who said it existed, but he went down in history as a liar and his descendants have been the objects of ridicule ever since." Cricket says, sitting down slowly. Luffy takes a look at Usopp, dumbstruck.

Cricket ignores the two, "Noland the liar is an ancient tale." He mutters. Nami shushes the two arguing boys, shocked by his statement.

"You're his descendant!?" Nami asks, gasping as Cricket nods.

"The Mont Blanc family was driven off and forced to live in shame. Even to this day we're still ridiculed. But nobody in the family ever held it against him." Luffy raises a brow, confused.

"Why not?"

"Because we know that Noland was no liar." Cricket grits his teeth, the room becoming cold, and you wrap the blanket around yourself tighter.

"I don't believe he made it up. In the book, it shows him grinning like an idiot, but he actually died with tears rolling down his cheeks." He says, his voice low but impactful. "The island they reached was undoubtably Jaya. The same island that he said held the ruins of the city of gold."

Usopp nods his head, growing excited, "So, in order to clear the Mont Blanc name, you've been diving down to search for the city of gold." Cricket's blank expression grow enraged, pulling out his gun and brandishing it towards Usopp, who holds up his hands in defeat.

"None of that matters to me!" He roars, slowly calming down at as he looks back out the window. "I was ashamed of my family, so I left home and became a pirate. I just wanted to get away from Noland's curse. But as the one who hated Mont Blanc the most, fate had brought me here. There was no escaping it."

He puffs out some smoke, holding the cigarette between his fingers. "This is my battle with the man who ruined by life."

"But how come those monkeys are here." Cricket shrugs.

"They're fans of the story." He says, Nami and Usopp gawking. "Five or six years ago they heard about me and came here uninvited, convinced that Noland's gold was real." He smiles, listening to the brothers fight outside. "Those fools saved me." Usopp wiped his eyes, moved by his story. Luffy, though, looked unimpressed.

"I'm tired of monkey stories." Luffy announced, you shout towards him.

"Luffy!" You groaned through gritted teeth. He looked at you, lips pursed in annoyance.

"When'd you get a blanket?" You groan, rubbing you head.

"That's really what your worried about right now?" You frown, Luffy looking you up and down before turning his attention back to Cricket.

"Like I said, I wanna go to the sky island." Luffy yelled.

Noland rolled his eyes. "The one who spoke of the shy island was Noland the liar. " He grabs a logbook from the bookshelf. "If you believe his tales, you'll become a laughingstock like me." He hands the book to Nami.

"Huh? He went to the sky island too?" Luffy bounced excited. Cricket grumbles as Nami flips through the pages, viewing an interesting page.

"Amazing, a log from 400 years ago! "The age of Kaien 1120, June 21. Clear skies. Sailed from the lively town Vira. Will follow the log pose and sail straight east-northeast."" Luffy peers over Nami's shoulder, along with Usopp and Chopper, who was on top Usopp's head so he could see.

""Got hold of an unusual item from a merchant ship today. It's a one-man boat called a 'waver,' which one rides like a ski. This strange vessel can even sail on windless days by creating its own wind, but there's a knack to operating it that I have not yet been able to master. The crew are enjoying it now."

Nami pauses, Chopper urging her on. ""The power to run this vessel is found only on sky islands. I have heard there are many things with special properties up there. Speaking of sky islands, a fellow explorer once showed me a living sky fish, which was amazing to behold." Luffy's grin grows and grows, barely being able to control his elation. "It is a land our ships have never visited, but as a sailor, I wish to someday visit this sea in the sky. Mont Blank Noland.""

"A sea in the Sky!" Luffy yells, laughing with Usopp and Chopper. Cricket gazes at them, a smile barely visible, but there. Cricket walks outside, back near the ocean, Masira and Shoujou gazing at his solemn demeanor.

"These pirates are determined to go to the sky island." Cricket says, the two monkey men quiet for once. "The'll be killed if they try and get there."

"That's why I'm asking to help get them there." Cricket says, determined.

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You sit next to Zoro, whose snoring next to you, his head tilted downward. Somehow, you lost the blanket Chopper gave you, the cold nipping at your skin. Shivering, you listen to Cricket explain the sky island to you all.

Cricket stands with his arms crossed, still smoking as he speaks. "Sometimes a mysterious phenomenon occurs in the seas around here. In the middle of the day, night suddenly falls on one part of the sea."

"We saw it!!!" Luffy raises his hands, yelling.

Usopp nods at him, "Yeah! It got dark and then some monsters showed up."

Cricket smiles, pointing towards the sea. "You mean the giants? Their origin is a mystery too." His eyes narrow. "The sudden night is actually the shadow of a dense mass of clouds."

"Imperiocumulu, the emperor cloud is what it's called. It's a dense mass of clouds high in the sky. There are no air currents or condensation within it." Luffy stares in disbelief.

"According to one theory, the emperor cloud has remained unchanged for thousands of years, like a petrified cloud that floats in the sky." Nami shakes her head, leaning back slightly.

"A dense cloud formation that doesn't produce rain?! That's ridiculous." Cricket waves his hand, sighing.

"I'm only telling you what I've heard. If a sky island does exist, that's almost certainly where you'll find it."

"Okay!! Let's get on top of that cloud! Hey Zoro, wake up!" He yells towards you, Zoro rubbing his eyes. You pat him on the back, trying to help him up.

"Is it morning yet?" Zoro mumbles, sighing when you shake your head.

"How many time do I have to tell you? We don't know how to get there yet!!" Nami yells, interrupting Luffy's and Usopp's celebration.

"Know this, the know up stream is deadly. You'll have to let it carry you up to the sky." Cricket pointed out.

"But won't it just smash up against the ocean? That's what I heard in Mock Town." Cricket nods.

"That's what usually happens, the critical thing is timing. Normally, it's something to be avoided at all costs. For approximately one minute, the sea rises high into the air."

Nami rises from her seat, arms straight on the table, "It rises for a whole minute? So, where can we find this current?"

"The coordinates change each time, but it happens five times a month." Cricket responds. Usopp beginning to shake at the idea.

"We'll be blown to pieces..." He laughs nervously, waving Luffy away, "Let's just forget about Skypiea, we wouldn't have any chance of making it."

"We'll be fine, let's go!" Luffy brushes him off as Usopp sighs.

"Don't worry, your ship can be reinforced I'll have Masira and Shoujou help you." Cricket says, pointing towards the house then the ship. Merry looked on the rougher side, loose bords and cracks everywhere.

Nami shakes her head, pointing to the log pose, "We can only stay on this island for one more day, any longer than that and the log pose will lock onto the next island."

Cricket turns his head, thinking for a moment "Tomorrow at noon, the knock up stream and the emperor cloud will appear."

Usopp jaw drops at the proclamation, closing when Sanji bursts out the house, along with Masira and Shoujou. "Boss! Food's ready!"

Luffy jumps, "Time to eat! Hurry, Usopp!"

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"Are we really doing this, going to a sky island?" You whisper, to yourself, staring at your plate. Usopp was barely able to hear you over the ruckus around you. Luffy was goofing around with the monkey brothers.

"I can't believe it either." He says to you. "We meet this strange man who's willing to fix the ship and get up to a strange island that might not even exist." He lets out a dry laugh into his beer. "I couldn't imagine how you feel."

Your eyes widen, and the world becomes muffled as you focus on Usopp, nearly dropping your fork. It felt weird for someone's attention to be on you. He doesn't meet your gaze, taking a swig before continuing.

"You appear on some strange ship, with a bunch of weirdos and barely a week later you're seeing giants and hearing rumors about sky islands." You nod, unable to say anything. Everything was so shocking to you, it's why you remained by yourself for the most part. You couldn't for the life of you understand what was going on at any moment, and you were constantly afraid.

"I'm really thankful, y'know, for everything you've done." You watch Luffy dance and sing, Zoro drink with the monkey brothers, Sanji kick cricket away from Nami. No matter how you try to piece it together in your head, you don't feel like you belong. You heart sinks, but you smile anyway.

"I'm glad." Usopp says, reaching over to rub your arm. It was comforting, but you still felt like crying.

"When we got to the island we heard the strange cries of a jungle bird and the tolling of a giant bell. The sound that giant bell of pure gold made." Cricket started reciting parts of the logbook. "The sound of the Bell stopped us in our tracks."

Cricket jumped up, along with the monkey brothers, very drunk. He moved, grabbing a pure gold bell, and slamming it down. "It doesn't not that giant to me..." Usopp says, sweating.

"I didn't say it was that bell." Cricket claimed. "That's a bell-shaped ingot. I found three of them on the ocean floor." Robin moves closer to examine them.

"This does prove that there was a civilization in this region once. Ingots are created as a weight standard. They're used in trading." Cricket motioned towards Masira, him pulling something out of a bag. A pure gold bird.

"I think it was one part of a statue." He assumes, rubbing parts of the statue lightly. "This is a south bird. They're still found on this island." He said as Masira and Shoujou giggled.

Boom

Everyone in the room jumped, Cricket furrowing his brows at the sound. "This is bad! You have to go into the jungle!" He points towards the door. "You've got to catch one of these birds!!"

Everyone was confused and still recovering from the loud sound, "Why do we need a bird?!" Sanji asks.

"Listen carefully, the knock up stream is located directly south of here. This is the Grand Line, once you're out to seam there's no way to know your directions!"

Nami's eyes blow wide as she realizes what he means. "I get it. the log pose can only guide us to an island, no good for finding a patch of water. And our compass won't work here!"

Cricket nods, "You'll have to rely on the south bird!" he says, pointing to the statue. "Some animals have an innate sense of direction; the south bird is the best of them all. It's instincts always show it the right direction, you'll never get to the sky island without it."

"It's the middle of the night, you expect us to go off into the jungle now?!" You question, the sun was going to be up soon. Cricket shakes you off.

"We'll get to work on your ship right now." He motions Masira and Shoujou out of the room.

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You and the others trek through the darkness of the jungle. Luffy, Sanji, and Zoro carry nets, as you and Nami hang in the back of group.

"Where is this bird." Luffy grunted. Zoro sent him an aggravated look.

"If I knew that, we wouldn't be wandering around in this jungle!" Zoro points out, ignoring the fearful cries from Usopp.

Sanji looks around, gazing at all the trees. "The only clue is it has a weird cry, the guy said we'd know it when we heard it."

Joh

"I guess that's a weird cry." You mumble, impressed it didn't take long to find it.

"All right!" Luffy said, pointing to everyone. "We'll split into three teams!"

You join up with Robin and Zoro, watching with disgust as he picks up and inspects a centipede. "It's huge." He says, pulling it up by it's entena.

"Poor thing, you don't have to kill them." Zoro snarls at the woman.

"Don't lecture me, it's their own fault for challenging me." He growls at her. He drops the bug back on the ground, narrowing his eyes at Robin,

"Anyway, I still don't trust you. Don't forget that." He walks away, you rushing to catch up to Robin. You huff, watching Zoro walk in the opposite direction.

"Zoro, we just came that way." You speak up, watching as he turns back around, embarrassed.

Joh

That cry again. Robin motions for you to follow her, walking towards branches and vines that are strangely slippery. Zoro yells for you to wait up, you and Robin too far to really hear him.

"What was he talking about?" You ask, Robin looking behind for a second. "Earlier, about not trusting you?" Robin doesn't answer, and you assume it was touchy subject, judging by her posture stiffening and her motions becoming ridged.

"Before you came here, I worked with a terrible man." She said, he words small, like she didn't want you to hear. "He hurt people, and Luffy helped take him down. He saved me." You could sense some softness in her voice. It was strange, for such a strong person like her.

"You think you can beat me huh?!" You heard Zoro howl, turning to see him yelling at...a grasshopper. You deflate and move closer to Robin.

Jooohhh!!!

"I heard the bird just now." Robin says, looking towards the trees. You swear you saw the bird, but it flies away as Zoro slashes at another grasshopper.

"Zoro! Give it up!" You scream.

---

"We didn't even get a feather from that bird." Robin says, crossing her arms in disappointment.

Joh! Joh! Joh!~

You look up, eyeing the south bird, it was almost like he was laughing at you. "He's saying "Ha! Ha! You can't catch me!"" Chopper translated. Usopp and Zoro grow annoyed, staring angrily at the playful bird.

"He's taunting us!?" Zoro growled. Usopp loaded his slingshot, aiming it at the bird, before missing with a sigh.

Joh?

Two arms appeared on the side of the bird, wrapping around it before falling to the ground. You turn to see Robin, using her Devil Fruit powers. The bird caws one more time before excepting his fate.

---

"Diamond head guy!!"

Cricket, Masira, and Shoujou were all laying on the ground, covered in blood but thankfully still breathing.

"I'm sorry, we failed. We couldn't stop them." Cricket gurgles to Luffy. "But there's still some time before sunrise, we can fix the ship and--"

"Just tell up what happened?!" Luffy yells. Cricket smiles, it looks painful.

"It doesn't matter, you got the south bird. Well done." He speaks.

"Luffy!" He turns towards Nami, she's panicked looking back and forth between him and the destroyed housed. "The gold ingots, they're gone."

"Forget about them. Cricket says, sitting up, albeit with a groan of pain.

"How can you say that, you dived for ten years to find that gold, you almost got yourself killed for it!!" Usopp screams at an emotionless Cricket.

He huffs, "Quiet. It doesn't matter...that's out problem. Listen." Blood dribbles down his forehead.

"If the entire Monkey Allied Force gets to work preparing your ship, you can still make it." Cricket groans. Usopp sighs, his gaze softening. Cricket looks exhausted, you couldn't image how hard he fought for you, the strawhats to get to the sky island. It makes you sick.

"Luffy." Zoro points to the beaten-up house, a painted smiley face with a line going diagonally though it's eye. That's Bellamy's mark, it was on Sarquiss's chest. "Need help?" Zoro asks.

"No, I can handle them." Luffy say blankly, his stare dark.

"No way Luffy! Don't even think about doing anything crazy!" Nami screams, desperate. But Luffy doesn't listen.

"If I follow the coast, I'll come to that town, right?" Luffy asks Robin, who nods her head.

Luffy cracks his fingers, walking towards the coast. "I'll be back by sunrise, don't worry."

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Pen-Pals

He was your first boyfriend. You were his first real connection with someone outside the Jujutsu world. And it's not that he intended to catfish you...he really didn't.

Note: THIS IS NOT A "FURRY" STORY. ITS A HEARTWARMING TALE ABOUT THE READER FINDING A PLACE IN JUJUTSU SOCIETY, THROUGH HER PENPAL, PANDA 🐼

SFW, fluff, a bit of angst.

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You were fifteen, when you got your first boyfriend.

At least-- you saw him that way. He was your penpal, first. Your...oddity had left you lonely. Isolated. Friendships were hard, and functioning like you didn't see monsters on every street corner, every underpass, was even harder.

With numerous psychological assessments before the age of ten, seeing your mother and father in tears outside the Psychiatrist's office...no. It would not do. You told nobody else after that, simply living in your haunted little world, head down, desperate not to be noticed by them.

You soothed yourself to sleep every night, imagining lilac clouds and fields of wildflowers, instead of blackened fingers closing, bone-brittle, round the edges of your wardrobe.

He went by 'Panda'-- a cute pseudonym, and how he had signed off all of his letters, ever since you had matched with him on the Pen Pal Seeker website.

And how you loved him. Despite his dreadful handwriting, his thoughts were sincere, warm without being patronising, funny and abstract in the most oddly conversational way. He poured his heart out to you, and you to him. You yearned to know him better, but delighted in the mystery of a secret lover.

Panda had just a father, one older brother and one older sister. He went to a boarding school. He took hand-to-hand combat as a sport. His best friend was quiet, but tough and kind.

And he saw the monsters too. At first you were doubtful, your pen hesitating on the page. Do I tell him? He'll think I'm a freak. I probably won't even get a letter back...you told yourself all this, as you wrote yourself bare to him. As you posted the letter. As you waited, chewing your nails to stubs, certain you had royally screwed up.

The clatter of the letter box. Your frantic footsteps tumbling down the stairs, shoving your father aside-- "hey kiddo, where's the fire?"-- to reach the stack of post first, seeing your name in his hand--

...and his words. Oh, you loved him so.

You're not alone! I can see them too. Lots of us can at my school. Try not to let them notice you looking...

You kicked backwards onto your bed, the letter pressed to your chest, one arm over your eyes as you kicked your feet in glee, trying not to cry.

It was settled-- you had to know him. You had to meet him.

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Skipping school the next day, you felt like everyone around you on the street knew it. You felt like a criminal, hitching your bag over one shoulder, keeping your gaze downwards as you spent your savings on a train ticket to Tokyo.

The train journey was full of blushing imagination, running through how you would greet him, again and again and again, each time stupider and more embarrassing than the last.

Hey, Panda, it's me. Hi Panda...how've you been? Boo! Ahaha just kidding...unless--

As your footsteps carried you along your phone map, glancing up and down to see yourself wander into the tree-shade hush of outer-Tokyo...your coming here became a worse and worse idea.

What were you thinking? Panda was going to think you were absolutely mad! You didn't even know his real name. He might have been some sixty year old creep just pretending to be a kid like you. What if he wrote to loads of girls? What if he gave you one look and was embarrassed by what he had been writing to? What--

You stood at huge wooden gates, encircling a beautiful stack of traditional Japanese buildings, winding away up the rolling hills. Your finger hovered over a buzzer. You tasted copper as your teeth bit into your lip, bubbling over with internal conflict, before stabbing down on the buzzer, greeted by a shrill ringing.

A voice-- "Name, please?"

You stuttered, announcing your name. Silence on the other line. You elaborated.

"Panda, uhm-- I'm here to see Panda. About...about the monsters. I'm...I'm a friend."

Silence...clickcrrreeeeeeeak.

You stepped back, gripping your bag like a shield as the gates heaved slowly open. Hesitant footsteps crunched over gravel, carrying you in. You had not thought about the particulars of actually finding Panda, and you gazed around you, stumped.

You stood to attention, seeing two figures move down the twisting stepped path ahead of you. A girl, stern, bespectacled. A boy, tired-looking but friendly, with big dark eyes and a white funnel-neck collar. They saw you, and shared a glance, before stepping over. The gates swung closed behind you.

The girl didn't waste any time; "How do you know Panda?" she demanded, one hand on her hip, eyes narrow through her glasses. You gulped, feeling dizzy from the volume of strange power rolling off the boy beside her.

"I...we...he writes to me. To each other. We write to each other." The boy's eyebrows quirked up in surprise. He looked to the girl with a light smile. The girl scowled.

"I didn't know Panda could write," she grumbled. You blinked, once, confused and beginning to feel nauseous, the boy's presence alone crushing in on you--

"Hey..." the boy started gently, stepping closer to you, "...maybe-- maybe you should go? Panda's not really good to see anyone right now-- oh hey-- Maki--"

You had lurched sideways, retching on the gravel as the boy held you gently round the waist. Maki looked unaffected, continuing to frown down at you as you sniffled, hiccuping, mortified, of course he didn't want to see you--

"I'm sorry you're right, I should just-- I'll go I just--" you babbled, standing and stepping back, the boy letting go of you hesitantly, warm brown eyes cut with genuine concern, "--he just-- he said he could see the monsters like me and I--"

The boy and the girl both paused, mouths dropping open in...realisation? The girl, Maki, slapped the boy on the shoulder with the back of her hand, and he crumpled like wet tissue; "Dull it down Yuuta...you're making her sick."

"I think...you should come with us, and uhm....meet Panda," Yuuta offered, rubbing his shoulder and smiling softly at you. You sniffled, glancing between them both.

"...really?" Your heart clenched, hopeful, excited.

Walking between them, up the twisting path, you did not yet realise you had found your new home.

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"How much do you...know about Panda?" Maki asked, seated opposite you in a dusty wood-panelled classroom.

"Oh, uhm...he goes to this school. He has an older brother, an older sister, he practices martial arts..." you continued to reel off your relationship with him, enclyclopedic. At each point, Maki seemed to be waiting for something that never came. Her face was set in a grim line.

"Panda's not like the rest of us," she stated, blunt, "And I don't know if you'll--"

The door slid open. Yuuta poked his head in, catching your eye with an uncertain smile.

"Panda's here. He can't wait to meet you." You stood up, smoothing your skirt, twisting your hands together, straightening your hair. Maki and Yuuta glanced apprehensively to each other.

"Just, uh...just don't scream, yeah?" You frowned at Yuuta, laughing;

"Why would I scre--"

As a full-grown Panda walked into the classroom, shrieks rang out of the windows across Jujutsu High.

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Sat by the little brook, you sobbed your heart out, your face being gently dried by an enormous black and white paw, the other round your shoulder, holding you against--

"-- a literal Panda! You're a fucking Panda!"

Maki shook her head disapprovingly behind you both, glaring at Panda; "I can't believe you pretended to be human--"

Panda gaped, appalled, "I never told her I was human!" Yuuta laughed into his hand, struck by the bizarreness of the situation.

"Of course she'd assume you're human--"

"-- I don't like to assume what you humans think, but anyway, she's smart and kind and I knew she wouldn't judge-- stop laughing, Okkotsu-- can you guys just leave us alone? For a minute?"

You laughed despite yourself, patting Panda's enormous paw, engulfed in his behemoth furry embrace. Yuuta stood, gently dragging a still protesting Maki away. Silence fell. The river whispered down the stones. The sunlight softened in the rustling leaves.

"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mislead you. I just...liked talking to you. I've never had someone who-- who didn't know what I-- ...I'm sorry," Panda finished, weakly. You blinked back tears, wiping your nose.

"...it's okay. I'm the same. And you're the best person I-- my favourite person-- you've helped me with so much and I love you--" Panda's ears perked, and he looked down at you with joy.

He continued, gruff with emotion; "It's the right thing that you're here, though. You need to learn more about these monsters. Maybe you can even stay."

It was your turn to look at Panda with joy.

You sat in companionable silence, delighting in the company of a new friend. You hesitated again, your cheeks scattered with pink.

"Can you uhm...can I still say you were my first boyfriend, though?"

Oh. If pandas could blush.

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Many years later, tied to a chair in the dank Curse users' hideout you had infiltrated, you smirked to see the men around you step backwards from the door in horror.

Beyond the door, an incoherent din of bestial roars, men screaming, furniture smashing. One of the men beside you squeaked in terror, clapping a hand over his mouth before grabbing you roughly by the face.

"What is-- what is that thing? Out there?" He demanded, shaking with terror. You laughed, your face squished in his hand.

"That's my ex-boyfriend. He's called Panda, he's 6 foot 7, and he's here to fuck you up."

The door flew off its hinges with a metallic bang, and the men around you scrabbled to run for their lives. A hulking mass of black and white filled the doorway.

"What are you guys doin' to my girl, huh?"

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I don't know where this came from, but I love Panda 🐼

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