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kirby-souljourney-au · 14 days

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Meta time!!!!

No, I didn’t forget he had a cape until I was almost finished, I knew the entire time I swear. (I definitely forgot.)

Once again, this man takes up too much canvas space for me to put his scar map in the same one as his full ref, so he needs a separate image as well.

All his information and hex codes are under the cut, as usual!

I still can’t draw abs. And I’m sorry this took kinda long, I got distracted… the Taboo rewrite & the planning for the fic itself has a vice grip on my soul.

Full name: Ione Argon

Aliases: Meta Knight, ‘Nene’ (don’t call him that unless you’re his friend)

Species: Earthling Dragon (Fire/Ground) x Dream-Dark-Matter Astral Hybrid

Planet of Origination: Popstar

Age: 231

Height: 6’10”

Gender: Intersex; identifies as non-binary

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Multi-spec lesbian, asexual

S/O: Galacta Iriam (fiancée) (and Ophanim/Morpho EX (girlfriend), in the future)

Family: Hano Agron (biological mother), Ekia Argon (older sister), Vaga Argon (older sister), Sirv Argon (younger brother), Kirby Argon (adopted son) (as well as Athena Iriam (daughter), in the future)

The famous Meta Knight of the Galaxy Soldier Army, well-known for his title and sacred blade, Galaxia.

Engaged to Galacta Iriam — currently has no biological children with him, but adopted 14-year-old Kirby as their son when he was aged 6.

Works as a Knight under Dreamland’s King Dedede, and is head of Castle Dedede’s Royal Guard.

Quiet and seemingly apathetic, though kind-hearted and meaning nothing but well, he finds general difficulty in befriending others due to his somewhat off-putting demeanour. He is very kind, though, just ultimately socially awkward and nervous as an individual.

He joined the GSA the second he turned 19, believing himself to be responsible for the safety of the Galaxy due to his Astral heritage, as well as to get as far away from his mother as possible. He worked with them for the majority of his life since he joined, until an attack by Nightmare wiped out nearly all the GSA’s forces and scattered those that remained. He’s worked for King Dedede as his Knight for about 30 years, and finds genuine enjoyment in his current job.

His weapon of choice is the sacred Master Sword, a sentient enchanted blade named Galaxia. He also uses his natural Fire magic, and on rare occasion, Dream Magic, when necessary. Very well-trained in swordplay, and certainly no easy opponent.

Hex codes

Both:

4F3224 — Scars

311A0F — Skin

101010 — Socks / Gloves

120E1C — Fuzz fade / Cape back

1D1D47 — Hair / Fuzz base

E0BEFF — Inner ears / Wing webbing

FCC66F — Iris 1

FFFFFF — Wing talons

BFBFBF — Ring / Thigh guards (or whatever they’re called) / Arm guards

Armoured:

18122B — Chestplate & Pauldrons 1

2C2240 — Battle shirt (?)

32353E — Pants

6B5B86 — Straps

CCCFFD — ‘M’ symbol

472A77 — Sabatons

E4C69A — Chestplate & Pauldrons 2

000000 — Inner cape (plus multicoloured Nebulae)

Unarmoured:

1A1A1B — Shirt

343434 — Face mask / Dress pants

D2CDC4 — Iris 2

FFFBF4 — Eye whites

Tail-tip:

08003D — Base / Fade 1 (using Nebula brush)

00113D — Fade 2 (using Nebula brush)

0046FF — ‘Star’ patterning (using Glimmer brush on Hard Light, with base & fade colours overlaid on top using a clipping-mask Colour layer)

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whumpqin · 4 years

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Bad Things Happen Bingo - Panic Attack

(Fresh blood = requested, dried blood = finished!) Requested by Anonymous! Also a @badthingshappenbingo prompt! I was hit with a burst of inspiration for this one, so you guys get a little treat! This one features Elisha/Caleb in the future, though I won’t say how far! :3c

Elisha Tag! @faewhump @imagination1reality0

CW: Panic attack, references to torture, references to abuse, references to trauma, brief mention of eye torture, pet whump, dehumanization, some fantasy racism, slight hallucinations brought on by distress, and perhaps some others I do not remember!

Word Count: 1,987

He wakes in the darkness, to the sound of clanging all around it.

Caleb’s hands flew out to either side of him, hitting metal, the following sound echoing all around him until he couldn’t tell what was where anymore. Suddenly awake he lies in silence, only taking terrified, fast breaths until the sounds died down. There must have been something else, his ears straining to hear what sounded like a voice, but his ears are ringing so loud that it made his head ache.

The dark, cold surface of where he is closes in. The walls shift, for just a brief moment, from metal to stone and wood. In that moment, Caleb forgets entirely where he is, his mind trading darkness for darkness, and for that moment he hears the banging sounds again but this time they come from upstairs, following shouts that have become commonplace. He grits his teeth under the mental strain, under the feeling of his chest tensing so tightly that it hurts.

Everything in him wants to fight. Claws scrap against the metal or stone - it’s hard to tell what it is - as he draws further into himself. Caleb’s fangs bare, a defiant echo that goes unseen by his assailant.

But his bark is worse than his bite. Tears line his eyes, a dry ache that settles as he finds breathing more and more difficult to bear. His mind is startled and scared, and the feeling of aggression fades until there’s nothing left but him.

I thought I was safe, his mind cried. It’s an all too familiar thought, one that sparks memory of the now but also of the before, of them. He feels the weight of the thought echo much like the sounds from before, all around him. Repeating. Then, there was another voice, one familiar and screaming.

I’ll find you wherever you go. You’ll never be safe again.

Caleb reaches his hand to his mouth in an effort to stay quiet, tears barely kept at bay suddenly busting their dam and streaming down his face in a torrent. It’s getting to be nearly impossible to breath as those spat words become so real that he can almost hear the voice next to him. He wants to fight against it, like he’s been taught to, but the intensity is stronger than his will can bear, and Caleb finds himself curling inwards, arm wrapping underneath his horns and around his head.

He needed to be quiet. That’s how he got away the first time. That he could do, at least, that he had been taught to do upon command.

But the walls were caving in faster, closing in on him like a hawk diving for its prey. The wall’s metaphorical wings beat against him as he feels the coldness of the stone, of the filth that clings to him so desperately that he can never get it off anymore. He wants to breathe even though he knows if he does they’ll find him again, but can’t when his chest is so tight he feels like he might explode. He’s suffocating underneath the weight of it all.

And it’s almost as if the hands are wrapped around his neck again. He can feel their gaze, sharp and devoid of emotion and so much more a devil than Caleb ever was. They laugh, like a light among the darkness that draws all the moths to its flame so that it can destroy everything it touches. Caleb, obedient as ever, is hopelessly locked to walk towards it.

Then suddenly, the light is real. He can see it through his aching, blurred vision, skewed to one side as he becomes aware of the bandages that had been lazily wrapped over one side. The voice is real, too, a different cadence but still laughing all the same.

Caleb’s world shatters as two reach out, one crying for subjugation and the other screaming for freedom. He’s not sure what he wants anymore when he reaches the light, but he knows that he can’t be in the darkness anymore.

As his hands draw away from his mouth it opens in a gentle, soundless plea as something crunches underneath his weight. Caleb reaches for the light like a child wanting their mother.

Just let me out. I’ll be good. The words are on the tip of his tongue but he can’t breathe enough to get them out.

Hands touch across the stone, splaying against it as they travel upwards. He wants to get out. He needs to get out.

Please. I’m so sorry I ran. I’ll be good now, please don’t take the other one.

Hands curl over the exit, a platform above the basement. A twisted smile finds Caleb’s grief-stricken face and he lifts, wrapping his limbs around the exit to get away.

He tumbles out into the sunlight. Caleb curls inwards as he lands on the stone, feeling the scrape of metal against his arms as he falls forward. When his eye opens, he sees the morning rays basking the house in dapples of orange and pink, corners still shadowed in blue and purple as the sun lazily rises through the dawn.

Thank you, Masters, he whispers, the words never said. A gentle sob racks his body as he whispers praises to the phantoms, feeling their looming presence staring down on him. Deep gasps of air followed suit, desperate as his thick tail banged on the ground for some relief. His clawed hands lay over his face as he curls into the fetal position, protecting himself and finding comfort in it all the same.

The air is putrid around him, but fresh all the same. Caleb slowly peeks his eyes open and still sees the stone below, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He sees a car down the street zoom past the opening between two buildings.

It wasn’t real, his head whispers, resounding all at once. It was just in my head. It wasn’t real.

It’s a force of relief and sadness all the same, the coiling uncertainty wrapping and unwrapping in his belly. He manages a few more sobs out of himself, and he can’t even tell what they’re about.

Reality slowly shifts back into place as he gasps, breath coming in and out in forced, slow drawls. Memories drift back, of the alleyway, of the night before, and Caleb breathes a final sigh of relief. It wasn’t real, he repeats a final time, mouthing the words for good measure.

“U-uh… Devil?” a voice says, and Caleb’s gaze sways until he finds a man standing next to a dumpster. The one he crawled out of. The one he had been sleeping in. “Were… did you? I… John..?!” The words seemed to be dripping with fear, and even though they were picked carefully they still weren’t said right.

His pitch black eye finds another human, one stepping from a large car, staring at him with the same amount of shock. Suddenly Caleb realized what it was about. He had forgotten that many people don’t see Cambions in a given lifetime, especially one that had just crawled out of a dumpster.

Caleb looks again to the first human. He’s a young man, slight beard and short hair that are both a chestnut brown. His gray eyes were widened in bewilderment, and from the way that his hands were clenched he could tell there was barely contained fear that lie underneath his skin.

And it was almost certainly clear that he was wondering if his job really pays him for this.

Another man, older with salt and pepper hair, steps from the large car. His hands are put up defensively.

“Now devil, don’t get all up an’ arms, alright? We’re just doin’ our job.” His voice is a slight southern drawl, and it’s clear that he’s talking to Caleb like he’s some feral animal they had just found.

Despite the heart-wrenching fear and humiliation, he manages a laugh. It’s hysterical, filled with sobs in between, and for a moment he wonders whether he looks like a mad homeless man or not. The idea of finding someone literally living in a dumpster is just stupid enough for him to finally lose it.

Tears run down his face, and Caleb takes a dirty hand and smears them across his hand. The wide grin finally falls. He reaches a hand down to the blurry ground and feels the stone and the coldness that seeps into his fingers. It’s real.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, voice hoarse, as he struggles to his feet. Caleb’s legs felt like jelly, shaking and barely able to hold his weight at the moment. “I’ll, I’ll… I’m sorry.”

Stop fucking stuttering, a voice that’s not entirely his own whispers. Caleb reminds himself the blow won’t come and he still doesn’t manage to hide the wince away from the first human as he steps closer to him.

His eyes are laced with pity and concern. “Are… are you alright? You don’t look… well, you look like shit.” The human glances back to John, who’s shaking his head.

“Just stay away from him,” the other warns. “Thing looks like he’ll bite ya quicker than you can blink.”

The first human shoots him a wary glance, and Caleb can’t stop the crooked smile that works its way to his face. He has so much power here, and he’s probably the weakest of the bunch. It’s a strange feeling, and the way it goes to his head definitely makes him feel like he’s going crazy.

Typically, the Cambion inside twists greedily, ready to soak up that sliver of power until there’s nothing left to be gained. Once, Caleb would have fought it, but now it’s like second nature.

“I always look like shit,” he finally says to the man. “Why do you care so much, garbage man?” His tail flicks, and the human flinches back. He sees the human’s gaze falter for a moment, and the words sour immediately on Caleb’s tongue. From the way they both look at him with that same, pitifully wary gaze he knows that his intimidation tactics aren’t working like he wants them to. He tries, anyway. “You should listen to your friend. I’m just a feral thing that could bite you. You don’t want that, do you?”

Caleb takes a step forward, and the humans take a step back. He tries to force the bile that rises in his throat down, tries to silence the voice that tells him to be kinder.

It has to be like this, he reminds himself. You can’t trust humans.

“That’s… that’s not… Listen, there are better places to sleep than a dumpster. There are, y’know, homes for your kind of people-”

“Shut the fuck up.” The surge of anger is sudden and welcomed. “I don’t need to listen to you feel like you’re trying to help. Just leave me alone.” He glances back, out to the street, feeling an irritable, hungry fire spark in his belly. “I know that’s what you want, anyway.”

Before the man could say anything else, he turned away. His tail waved behind him in false anger, trying to work out the feeling of wanting to wrap his tail around his legs.

“Hey, wait!”

His feet pick up into a trot as he hears the man call out for him. The pity was palpable, and it made Caleb sick. Or perhaps it was the way the fear still rests in his chest, how he can still hear those awful, whispering words like they were right there, telling him how bad he was being even though he hadn’t seen either of them in months.

Caleb begins to run, destination unknown. He finds that it’s much easier to run from people. It’s safe.

He tries not to feel how snakelike his skin has become. How much it imitates the devils he’s trying to run from in the first place.

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cyb-by-lang · 7 years

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OSF AU - All the Little Children (1/?) points

Fū and certain other characters don’t get a whole lot of spotlight in OSF proper, so here’s an AU of an AU and at this point I almost feel like referencing Inception.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 1: In which a fairy saves a small child, bugs have families, and everyone is lost. (Takes place ten years prior to the start of One Piece.)

Fū sighed. “Chōmei? Chōmei, you can stop laughing any time now.”

“You’re upside-down in a tree, Fū! This is about the unluckiest I’ve ever seen you,” Chōmei squeaked in response, his voice much higher than it had ever been in Fū’s life. He sounded like a child, not a mighty Tailed Beast. He didn’t sound like the beetle she’d spent her whole life befriending.

Then again, Fū thought as she reached up to undo the vines tangled around her legs, he’s never been this small before. “Well, you’re not wrong. I guess it’s a change for both of us.”

Chōmei made a sad little humming noise, angling his head upward toward her as she dropped from the canopy. Her best friend had either shrunk or gotten way younger, because he didn’t even have his signature orange wings or blue armor anymore. Instead, he was a red-eyed beetle larva the length of her forearm and about four times as wide. While he had tiny nubs for legs, and seven longer ones to represent the spots where his wings and tail would someday grow in, Chōmei was almost helpless now.

Fū knelt next to him, and he climbed into her lap. He didn’t feel slimy, just cool and a bit squishy. Fū ran her hands over his head, then let him grip her fingers in his mandibles. “I don’t know where we are, Chōmei. None of the trees look the same.”

“They look almost the same from my viewpoint.” Chōmei clambered up her arm and onto her back, to where her empty scroll-holster sat strapped to her back. “It’s lucky you have this, Fū. You can carry me without hands.”

“I’m just worried you’re gonna be stuck like this, Chōmei,” Fū replied, helping her beleaguered companion into his new carrier. “Don’t you wanna just fly?”

“I do, but maybe you should check if you still can? That would be a lucky break, wouldn’t it?” Chōmei sounded cheerful, his tinny voice accented by the thumps of his tail-stubs against his fabric seat.

Fū grinned at her friend’s attitude, then put her hands together. “Let’s try it, then!”

While Chōmei was small, his chakra flowed through her body the same as it always did. Orange wings, identical to the ones that Chōmei should’ve had, sprouted from her back just below the edge of her shirt. She flapped her rings rapidly, making them go almost invisible to the naked eye through sheer speed, and then hopped experimentally.

In no time at all, she was flying as though Chōmei hadn’t lost size and mobility.

“This is so different from when I’m flying!” Chōmei said, sticking his head out of the carrier as they flew through the lower sections of the trees. “You know, once I get back to normal, we should try this again. It’s nice relying on you instead.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Fū said, as they skittered through the air a few more times to get their bearings, “but help me look out for trees!”

Really, it wasn’t all that different from flying with any old weight on her back. Fū already knew how to compensate for training devices, her bedroll, and a million other things. Chōmei being alive and occasionally moving was a little weird, but he was so happy about the situation that Fū didn’t feel the slightest bit discouraged. He was her little pep-talk in a bag.

Practicing, though, was necessary. Fū remembered how tough it’d been to learn how to fly in the first place, and she needed to be careful in case Chōmei wasn’t as tough as he used to be.

“ Fū, I have a suggestion,” Chōmei said, after they’d been flying level for a few minutes. “Can we go that way? I feel like it’s a lucky direction.”

“North?” Fū asked, coming to stop on a high tree branch. “What makes north so lucky?”

“I think I can feel other Tailed Beasts over there! Meeting with two of my siblings would be really lucky.” Chōmei wriggled his tails. “I haven’t seen them in a really long time.”

Fū paused for a second. She’d never met Chōmei’s family, but she had heard that they were stuck with other hosts. Would the other jinchūriki be friendly or not? Regardless of the answer, she owed it to Chōmei to make sure he could see his family again. She didn’t really know what else to do.

“Okay, we can do that.” Fū flitted into the air again. “Oh, can you tell me stories about them as we go?”

“Of course, Fū!”

Fū and Chōmei didn’t go nearly at their highest speeds, because the warm forest was way too dense. Flying too fast would lead straight into a crash, and Fū didn’t need to have another one of those under her belt. That flying slowly meant Chōmei’s voice could soothe her during the trip was a great benefit, too. His voice was different now, but he could talk for hours and hours without needing to breathe or to drink water for a break. Even with the noise in the jungle, it helped to have one consistent, friendly face along for the ride.

“Aaaaaaah! Somebody help meeeee!”

Fū jerked to a stop in midair, wings buzzing anxiously. “Someone’s in trouble.”

“Go,” said Chōmei, and Fū flew in the direction of the screams.

Fū zipped through the warm forest air, weaving around and over trees and underbrush as she made her way toward the sounds of both screams and wolves howling in the afternoon light.

She hit the ground and rolled when she reached the edge of a ravine, then dove down toward the screams without hesitation, feet-first.

She landed on a wolf the size of a cow, shoving its whole head straight into the dirt below under the weight of her flapping wings and her chakra-charged stomp. Its jaw slammed shut mere centimeters from a screaming kid half Fu’s size, sending bits of teeth and blood everywhere. Before jumping off to face the rest of the pack, Fū gave it one more stomp for good measure.

“Six on one’s not a fair fight, you jerks!” Fū shouted, as the wolves near the back of the pack started to reconsider their choices. “Let’s make it three!”

“A fairy?!” screeched the kid behind her.

Not the best reaction to a heroic entrance Fū had ever heard, but she’d take it. Dropping into a taijutsu pose, even with Chōmei on her back and her wings still buzzing, Fū said, “Chōmei, ready?”

Chōmei spat a glob of silk directly at the face of a wolf coming up behind Fū, hitting it perfectly. “You know it! Let’s show them it’s not their lucky day!”

“D-don’t forget about me!” said the kid with the straw hat, and the three of them fought the wolves together.

Sure, most of the fight came down to Fū’s punishing kicks and her wings battering the wolves when her legs didn’t, but the kid did what he could even if wild flailing punches was the extent of it. Chōmei kept both eyes on him, for the sake of making sure their rescue went all the way through. And shot more silk at the wolves.

In the end, Fū left a pile of broken wolf bodies lying all over the rocks. Some of them had silk on them, of course, but she didn’t have time for getting rid of that kind of inconsequential evidence. All she did was blow on her knuckles to make sure they hadn’t split, then went to check on the little rescue-ee.

Fū ’s new friend was actually a little older than she had thought. While was tiny and round-faced and skinny-limbed, he had a curved scar under one eye and a set to his jaw that she didn’t usually see in the younger village kids. At least, not before their parents pulled them away from her. Sure, the straw hat he wore was way too big for him, and he was covered in scrapes and debris, but he wasn’t panicky or crying (that much).

Fū liked him instantly. Without hesitation, she crouched down to his eye level and held out a hand. “Hi! Are you all right?”

“I-I’m fine!” The kid put on a brave face. Though his lower lip wobbled for a second or two, he took a deep breath and grabbed her hands in his. With his eyes and nose running like faucets, he stammered, “Y-you were really cool!”

“I was, wasn’t I?” Fū said, smiling at the compliment. “Thank you!”

“What about me?” Chōmei wanted to know, sneaking out from his carrier. “Am I cool?”

“Uwaa!” The kid looked like he was over the moon, despite his injuries. “Your bug talks? Bug, you’re the coolest thing ever!”

“His name is Chōmei, and I’m Fū.” She said in a fake-serious voice, “Chōmei and me were gonna meet up with his brothers, and then we heard you! So before we go, Chōmei wants to know if you’re okay. For real.”

“I’m fine, really!” the kid insisted, more confidently this time. With one hand on his hat, he said firmly, “I’m—I’m gonna be the Pirate King someday, so this is nothing!”

“What’s the name of the future Pirate King, then?” Chōmei asked.

“Monkey D. Luffy,” said the kid. A thought struck him. “Hey, can you join my crew?”

“You got a ship?” Fū countered playfully.

“Uh… Not yet,” Luffy admitted, a little shamefaced. Then he puffed himself right back up and added, “But I will someday! Once I do, then you can join and we can have adventures, Fairy! And Coconut, are you going to join too?”

“After you’re a little bigger,” Chōmei promised. “But first, I need to see my brothers and tell them what is happening.”

“That makes—wait, bugs have brothers?” Luffy blinked, his eyes huge as he thought it through. He covered his mouth with both hands. “Bugs have brothers waiting for them?”

“This bug does,” Chōmei said, his tails waving in the air. “I’m a rhinoceros beetle! Just small.”

Mostly, anyway.

“So cool!” Luffy squealed, in awe.

“Hey, Luffy? Can I see your arms?” Fū asked, drawing the boy’s attention back to her. She folded her wings back so they barely brushed the ground, keeping them out of the way. “You look like you’ve had a tough day.”

Luffy fidgeted before he complied, then said, “Only a little bit.” He was a lousy liar, pursing his lips and refusing to meet her eyes. He even innocently whistled a note or two. “I definitely haven’t been out here for three days!”

Fū’s eyebrows rose. Three days in a jungle like this was no small thing, especially for a boy this young. With his arms all scratched up like this, though, she believed him. Though there was something weird about his skin and his arms. Neither one really felt normal, not like Shibuki or any of Fū’s old teammates.

Still, Luffy appeared to either not want her to worry, or be trying to preserve his pride. She let his arms go and said, “Why are you out here all alone, though?”

“I’m not alone, not really!” Luffy insisted. “Uh, I definitely wasn’t following Ace around. And I’m not lost!”

“Well,” Fū began slowly, choosing her words with care, “even if you’re not lost, I am.”

“Eh?! But you have wings! Can’t you just…?” Luffy flapped his arms, totally confused.

“It’s not that easy,” Fū said, eying his movements. Did… Did his elbow just bend…? “Ah!”

“Hm?” Luffy stopped flapping, his arms coming to a halt at his sides. Even so, his limbs bounced like rubber, not like normal arms! Not even like Fu’s.

“How are you doing that, Luffy?” Fū asked, taking his hand. Before she realized it, she stretched his hand a lot farther away from the rest of him than made any sense. “Whoa…”

“I ate the Gomu Gomu no Mi!” Luffy explained cheerfully, hooking his other hand around his mouth and pulling. His face stretched like it was made of— “I’m a rubber man!”

“This is so cool,” Fū breathed, her eyes shining. “This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!”

“How far can you stretch?” Chōmei asked, crawling out onto Fu’s shoulder.

“I can stretch really far!” Luffy let his cheek snap back to its normal dimensions, then grinned widely. “And my punch is like a pistol!”

“What’s a pistol?” Fū asked.

“It’s, uh, it’s a gun!” Luffy said. Clearly, this was supposed to make sense.

But it didn’t. “What’s a ‘gun’?”

Luffy made a face, then frowned as he thought. It was quite a frown, with his face pulled into an awful exaggerated grimace. Then, “Um, Dadan has one? I can show you!”

“Okay,” Fū replied, since she could still make it to Chōmei’s brothers before sundown. This was okay.

Luffy held out his hand until she took it and started to tug Fū along, then froze mid-step before his arm could stretch out when she didn’t immediately follow. Twisting his head all the way around without moving the rest of his body, he screeched, “I’m not lost!” He fidgeted in place again, hopping from foot to foot. “I, uh. I just don’t know how to get back to the bandits…”

Fū got fully to her feet, sending her wings buzzing rapidly. She put her free hand to her chin in an exaggerated thinking pose, then said, “Hey, Luffy? Maybe we should fly around until we find it! You can ride with Chōmei, and he can tell you all about how I do it.”

“Really?!” Luffy squeaked, looking up at her with an even more awestruck expression. “Can—can we go really fast? Really, really fast?!”

“You got it!” Fū said, giving him a thumbs-up.

“Yay!”

“Just be sure to hang on tight,” Chōmei warned him.

With that, Luffy bounced over to give Fū the biggest hug he could. His whole body wasn’t that much bigger than Fū’s torso, so when he wrapped his legs and arms around her a couple of times to be secure, her wings still had plenty of room to maneuver. Chōmei was forced to move up toward her shoulder blades, but he and Luffy could still talk to each other.

They ended up flying together for about twenty minutes, though Luffy didn’t know how to find “the bandits.” While Fū hoped silently that he only meant his family and was calling them a funny name, she flew around the forest until she could hear the sounds of shouting in the distance. Unlike when she met Luffy, the voices were nearly all deep enough to belong to adults instead of lost kids, and most of them were just rowdy. If Luffy wanted to head toward all that noise, though, Fū wouldn’t tell him she couldn’t take him there. After all, she could fly.

Fū twisted her wings around so they could hover, just at the edge of where the forest turned into a little clearing. Amid the short grass and on a little hill, there was a building that looked a bit like a village longhouse. There were three sections, and the door had a pair of crossed swords on top like a pair of beetle horns.

Luffy unwound himself from Fū’s stomach with a snap, turning back into just a little kid with a straw hat and not a walking rubber band. He stumbled a little bit, but dashed toward the hut without a backwards glance. “Hey, I’m back!”

Fū rocketed up into the trees, leaping instead of flying so she didn’t make any noise.

“Luffy came back alive!”

“He’s still alive?!”

“Where the hell were you?!”

“Where have you been?”

Luffy responded to all of this with a loud, “I was running from wolves and got chased off a cliff and a fairy and a bug saved me!”

Fū saw Luffy turn in the doorway, then look around in confusion.

“Eh?! She disappeared!” A pause. “Oh, right! She’s gotta find Coconut’s brothers and go back to the fairy kingdom.”

“…Did you hit your head on something?”

“Nope! I bounce.”

“Sorry, Luffy, but a heroine must be mysterious and cool!” Fū whispered, so only Chōmei could hear her. Crossing her arms dramatically, she added at the same volume, “I’ll see you again someday, but for now I have a mission for Chōmei. Until then, goodbye!”

#Ocean Stars Falling #All the Little Children #Monkey D. Luffy #Fu #Chomei

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