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That Damn Matoi

Fire force drabble (perhaps?), Shinmon Benimaru x f!water tribe Avatar reader, newly established relationship, water bending, pyrokinesis/fire bending, lightning bending, mentions of past avatars and descendants, i proofread this maybe twice so mind the grammar lol, honestly just some fluff and encouragement, 940 words

A/N: i conceived this idea probably two years ago, but my first, second, and third hand embarrassment gets in the way whenever i try writing anything. so here goes nothing! :D (please don't hurt my feelings)

“What are you doing?”

His monotone voice rings out in the empty yard as you stand posed in front of the matoi. Caught red handed, you think to yourself.

You exhale and let your hands fall to your sides before turning to face him. The strongest man in Asakusa looks on lazily, his raven hair covering his face partially and his arms folded as he leans against a wooden post. Some might say he looks uninterested, but you know he wouldn’t be out here if you weren’t present. Behind the bored look in his eyes, you are his entire sun, moon, stars, and universe. He admires your every movement, every syllable, every content sigh, even if he has a hard time expressing it to you.

“I was trying to make it fly,” you respond nonchalantly, and you could almost make out a small smile from him.

“You were trying to make it fly,” Benimaru repeats and walks towards you. “Okay then. Do it.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Trying. Haven’t gotten very far obviously,” you place a hand on your hip then turn back to the idle matoi. The enormous standard mocks you silently, and you have half a mind to just fling it across the yard. When you decided to move to Tokyo to continue studying the elements, you never imagined yourself landing in Asakusa, let alone garnering the attention and help of a second and third generation pyrokinetic. While earth and air became second nature, your gentle water bending nature clashed with the offensiveness of fire bending.

“It’s common for most Avatars to struggle with their born element’s opposite, so don’t be discouraged,” Sonora advised. As a descendant of Avatar Aang, she’d made it her mission to guide you mastering all Avatar duties.

You focus back on the matoi and take a stance, pushing your hands forward. The white strands catch fire immediately, and you can feel his smugness creeping into your ears.

“Now make it fly,” he mocks your voice lovingly.

“Can you shut it so I can concentrate?” you retort and close your eyes. Your fluid hand movements shift and cause the stick to raise from the ground. It soars a few meters before falling to the ground.

“Shit!” you shout as the grass grabs onto the flame, flinging the water from your canteen to put it out. You turn to face Benimaru again who remains blank once more.

“Tsk. Expected,” he comments. You instinctively whip more water out from your canteen and fling it directly to his head.

“Ah! What the hell?” he flinches and shakes the water out of his hair. You grin satisfied and cross your arms like him before.

“Hm. Expected,” you mock his voice and stick out your tongue as you walk to the fallen matoi. You hold onto Sonora’s words about being patient, but it’s hard to be positive when every past life had mastered the elements easily. You huff and a small strand of hair falls in your face. Whatever, you internalize.

Benimaru follows and stands behind you, slowly sneaking his calloused hand to your waist. You invite his rare touch and melt, placing your head on his shoulder. The wind blows around the two of you quietly, and it’s moments like these that make all your sacrifices worth it. Being in his embrace brings comfort, a warmness that engulfs the self doubt and silences the worry. His stoicism fades in your company, and your burden of bringing peace to the world is lifted.

“How is it that I can do this,” you start as you wield your fingers into the air, creating an azure lightning bolt across the sky letting it crack loudly into the cloudless sky. “But I can’t lift a stupid broomstick into the air?”

“Broomstick?” he counters and looks down at your frustrated face.

“Matoi. Sorry,” you apologize sheepishly and lean into him more, your face morphing into embarrassment. “I’m just frustrated.”

Benimaru pulls your waist into his body and envelopes you into an embrace. “You’ll get it, you just need more practice,” he reassures.

“Yeah? How long did this take you? You don’t even use your hands anymore,” you scoff but refuse to part from his arms.

“Look,” he starts. “You’ve mastered everything else. It’ll come to you, I swear.” He pulls away finally and allows you to face the matoi once more.

You nod and ground your feet, placing your hands firmly in front again. The standard blazes once more, the orange and yellow hues burning brightly and crackling in the air. After a few seconds, you raise your arms up and watch the stick soar once more. It flies across the sky, circling and twirling its ends. You laugh excitedly and continue flowing your movements, making the matoi dance in the atmosphere.

“I’m doing it! I can’t believe it!” you smile, and Benimaru swears your laughter is the best music he’s ever heard. He stands back and lets you shine, proud he can nurture your confidence. He may never fully understand your duties and honors and water bending tied to your title, but he devotes himself to be by your side.

“C’mere.” he pulls you in swiftly and scoops you into his arms, taking charge of the matoi and standing on top to take a ride across the city.

You laugh and hold onto him with one arm, using the other to manipulate the river water passing by to create intricate streamers around the two of you as you soared. It may have been a small accomplishment, but for you, it means everything, and for him, your happiness means the world.

#woohoo first piece on this blog #i haven't written and published anything since i was 14 lol #fire force #shinmon benimaru #benimaru shinmon #fire force avatar the last airbender AU #enen no shouboutai #fire force season 3 #fire force drabble #fire force fan fics

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overworkedbarista · 2 months ago

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i know only 5% of you might get this, but here are my headcannons for how the kn8 characters would react to watching the Selena movie

BAWLING LIKE A BABY WHEN THE “Dreaming of You” SCENE PLAYS AND HITTING ME WITH A PILLOW:

Kafka (denies that the movie is a biopic), Kikoru (has several tears but REFUSES to let them fall), Narumi (deadass does not pay attention for the majority of the movie until then), Okonogi (my sweet child, i’m sorry i didn’t warn you sooner)

Jumping up and down and cheering like we won the Superbowl after I tell them that Yolanda Salvidar got denied parole again recently:

Hoshina (would also start pointing at the screen saying “TAKE THAT, BITCH), Furuhashi (shouts LETS FUCKING GOOOO as well)

Just observes silently, asking a few questions here and there, then thanking me at the end for showing them my culture :) :

Reno (he’s gets slightly misty eyed but i don’t really notice since he’s mostly quiet), Haruichi (asks “that’s it?” when the movie ends and shrugs), Aoi (stoic but comments how sad and beautiful it is and leaves it at that)

Says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING the entire movie, but the next day has her whole discography downloaded and is playing “Baila Esta Cumbia” in the morning:

Mina (doesn’t understand the words of the song but doesn’t care), Shinonome (her nonchalant attitude doesn’t fool me, she’s a stan now)

#i thought of this while i was driving yesterday #honestly make whatever you want of this #i shall slowly introduce them to Latino culture LOL #so let me just introduce them to the most traumatizing movie LOL #kaiju no. 8 #kn8 #kaiju number 8 #kafka hibino #kikoru shinomiya #gen narumi #soshiro hoshina #iharu furuhashi #reno ichikawa #aoi kaguragi #haruichi izumo #mina ashido #rin shinonome

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