˓ ㅤ 𔕛 How would they react to becoming pen pals with you by chance? Pt.2
Rating : PG
Words : 3.9K
Warning : No
Version : eng / th
Synopsis : You are just a lonely person who decided to try something strange by writing a letter, tying it to the leg of a bird that visits your window every day, and then letting the bird fly away. You didn't expect anyone in the land of Douluo to actually receive that letter and respond to you.
⠀ ⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⠀ ⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ⠀ ⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠPART 1 : ENG / TH
⠀ ⠀ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀SEASTAR DOULUO / HAIXING
Seastar Douluo sat atop his spirit beast, drifting in and out of awareness like a tide refusing the shore. The cries of the seagulls danced through the air, and now and then something light as a feather brushed against his companion’s skin—but none of it ever managed to pull him from the focused flow of his spiritual energy.
Eventually, the spirit beast, whose octopus-like tentacle seemed hilariously mismatched to the rest of its form, gently prodded its master. There was someone staring—a plump little bird with round eyes full of unabashed curiosity.
Hm…?
He arched an eyebrow, his expression as unreadable as ever, and held out his hand. The bird fluttered up to perch on his palm, allowing Seastar Douluo to study it with practiced scrutiny.
He barely blinked before shifting his gaze elsewhere. Curiosity, to him, was like a cat chasing yarn—but Seastar Douluo saw it as no more than a rolled-up piece of paper.
Whatever people want to send me... it's none of my business.
With that thought, he simply let the bird go and returned to his meditation, as if the encounter had never happened. If that bird could speak, it would have likely cursed him three times over out of sheer frustration.
The spirit beast, perhaps out of sympathy, seemed to comfort the poor flustered thing in its own way.
Eventually, the tiny beak of the bird delivered a playful nip to the old war sage's shoulder—enough to mildly irritate him and break his focus. He opened his eyes with a sigh, wearing a look that said,
Really? Again?
With great reluctance, he untucked a rolled-up note from the bird’s side, scanned it quickly, his brow lifting with every other line. Then, without a word, he rolled it back up and tucked it away, unwilling to humor whoever-it-was from wherever-they-came with an ounce of courtesy.
Seastar Douluo was a man of quiet discipline. Though age had granted him some leniency, he’d never shaken off his natural reserve. He wasn’t like the Seahorse Sage or the Ocean Maiden—warm, welcoming, and full of pleasantries. Nor was he like the silent, enigmatic Sea Spirit.
He had his own circle, and every friend in it was a matter of quality, not quantity. With great responsibility resting on his shoulders, he didn’t feel the need to plaster a smile and greet strangers like it was New Year’s Eve. He held a certain pride—a quiet one, but there all the same.
So if you wanted to catch his attention, you'd need to show skill—and by that, he meant spiritual mastery, not brute strength. He wasn't like the Ocean Spear or the Sea Dragon, who thrived on conflict. No, his stubborn silence and dry sarcasm had more in common with the Sea Fantasy.
Still, the same little bird kept returning, letter in tow, always on time, never late. Almost like you’d realized you were now engaged in a one-sided penpal rivalry with the most emotionally unavailable ancient spirit in existence.
The pile of scrolls in front of Seastar Douluo slowly grew, day by day.
Fine. If you’re this persistent, I’d be a coward not to accept.
What started as a simple way to pass time—sending letters to ease your loneliness—turned into a quiet battle of wills. You were writing to someone elusive, someone who made your brain short-circuit with every unacknowledged reply.
Eventually, you stopped. Not a word. Not a scroll. Not a bird.
Seastar Douluo went on as usual, but something in the silence rubbed at him. The spiritual adept known as Y/N (yes, you) had stopped pestering him. And over time, as he sat alone with his spirit beast at the sacred pillar, he found himself sighing. Wondering where you’d gone. Wondering why the bird came back with nothing.
Finally, he stood, caught the bird mid-flight, and tied a note to its leg with practiced ease.
“Oh… so you’ve given up on me, have you?”
It worked a little too well.
Within three days, you sent him a letter so filled with complaints, rants, and indignant noise that it practically screamed from the parchment. He couldn’t help the slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. Victory. Satisfaction. A return to routine.
Except… now, things were a little different.
Seastar Douluo began replying.
Not always. Not predictably. But sometimes. And sometimes was enough.
And when your letters shifted from idle chatter to real problems—real worries—he responded as an elder might: not with pretty words, but with clarity, guidance, and unexpectedly sharp insight.
His advice was never sugar-coated, but it grounded you more than you ever expected it to.
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀SEAWOMAN DOULUO / HAIMONU
Seawoman Douluo swam gracefully around her sacred pillar. It seemed that none of the other sacred pillars were free to play with her, as they were all tied to their own cities, doing their duties. She, on the other hand, was simply feeling a bit lonely.
But at that moment, something caught her eye—a little bird, gently fluttering down to land in front of her sacred pillar.
And yes, the curiosity of a woman is much like that of a cat. She pounced on the little bird with gleaming eyes, drawn to its fluffy feathers, which made it even puffier than before.
She discreetly took the letter tied to the bird’s leg and examined it, her tail fin flicking in excitement. She unraveled the note and read it with the enthusiasm of a child.
Oh, Y/N, you’re so interesting! She giggled softly when she saw the contents of the letter.
Seawoman Douluo smiled with excitement. Bored as she was, having received a letter from a complete stranger was something fresh. While it didn’t seem harmful, she still had to be cautious for the safety of the Sea God's Island.
So, she decided to reply. But she chose her words carefully, keeping them simple, without revealing anything too personal about herself.
Of course, once she decided to engage in conversation, Seawoman Douluo took on the persona of a playful young girl, chatting with you as if you were old friends. She teased and shared little stories about the ocean from time to time, enjoying the interactions.
Sometimes, Seawoman Douluo would gather seashells and pearls, fashioning them into necklaces or other jewelry, which she would then send to you, along with a letter addressed to Y/N.
She often expressed her playful nature through her words when speaking to someone she felt a connection with. And, if you ever asked, she would offer you advice on meditating or playing music, eager to help a friend in need.
She would never leave a new friend like you without support, that much was certain. Seawoman Douluo was open and friendly, but she always kept the conversation under her control to avoid discussing the Sea God’s Island until she was sure you were worthy of her trust. Only then would she feel comfortable enough to share stories of the island with you.
You and Seawoman Douluo would exchange gifts through a messenger bird, who worked tirelessly every day.
If you were a woman, jewelry was guaranteed. If you were a man, it might be a beautiful polished stone or even small fish from the sea that she would send your way.
If you went silent for more than three days, she would sit quietly, wondering if she had done something to upset you. Her tail fin would slowly swish back and forth, like a little puppy abandoned, while her bubbles floated aimlessly through the air.
And when Seawoman Douluo could no longer wait, she would send you dozens of letters, pestering you with playful complaints.
“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N… You’re not thinking about me anymore, are you? Hmph!”
Before long, you’d find yourself sending a heap of gifts to appease this sulking mermaid, who had every right to be upset with you for not replying sooner! Though she was sulking, Seawoman Douluo would still read and respond to your letters with her usual kindness.
To make things right, all you had to do was send her a little note of praise, mentioning the music she played or gifting her something—a flower, a piece of jewelry, or even a rare musical note from the island.
Just like that, her sulking would vanish, and she would eagerly wave her tail fin, ready to talk with you as if nothing had ever happened.
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀SEADRAGON DOULUO / HAILONG
The first question that might come to anyone's mind is—are there any creatures brave enough to hover near the sacred pillar of Seadragon Douluo? The answer is, no!
The area around his sacred pillar is thick with the scent of power and intimidation, making it incredibly difficult for any animal to even come close. This makes it highly unlikely that Seadragon Douluo would ever receive a letter from someone like you, or anyone who dares to send one.
Even some soul beasts avoid this area, as the miasma of Seadragon Douluo's presence is overwhelming. He lives with the constant reminder that no one should disturb his domain.
But somehow, a certain odd bird—a round, chubby little creature—manages to fly right into his territory. What gives?
Seadragon Douluo watches this creature, bemused. This little bird, not known for its intelligence, has managed to wander into his domain, something even the local wildlife wouldn't dare do.
How on earth did it manage to get here?
The bird, with a note tied to its leg, flaps around clumsily, catching Seadragon Douluo's attention. He thought for a moment, wondering how the bird was allowed to wander in. If it weren't for the letter, he would have simply ignored the bird. He knew his territory well, and nothing should have ventured here.
As he opened the letter, Seadragon Douluo raised an eyebrow. It was a message from someone named Y/N, someone he didn't recognize. He thought little of it at first—after all, who in their right mind would send a letter to him? With a shake of his head, he tossed the scroll aside, dismissing it as nonsense.
However, to his surprise, the chubby bird kept coming back, day after day, bringing him new letters. Seadragon Douluo couldn't help but wonder—was this Y/N genuinely trying to make contact with him? Despite his initial reluctance, the bird kept bringing letters, each more persistent than the last.
Although Seadragon Douluo didn't particularly enjoy idle chit-chat or small talk, and found no real reason to engage in such trivial matters, he still read the letters every time they came. He wasn't rude, just indifferent.
However, as time went on, he felt an odd pull—maybe it was the will of the Sea God, nudging him to make a connection with someone outside his isolated world.
Despite being someone who didn’t find much joy in conversation, Seadragon Douluo eventually started to feel a sense of duty. If Y/N was determined enough to send letters every day, perhaps it was time for him to respond, even if he wasn't sure what to say.
His responses were short at first, offering advice on physical training and combat techniques. Seadragon Douluo, with his rigorous training and tough methods, gave advice that was often harsh but effective.
He believed that strength was the most important thing in the world, and he wanted to make sure that whoever Y/N was, they were strong enough to face what was coming.
Sometimes, when he didn’t know what to send back, he would consult with the Sea Spirits or other wise figures on the island to ensure that what he gave would not harm Y/N. He was cautious, even though his usual demeanor was one of strict discipline and strength.
Despite his initial resistance to talking with others, he began to feel a kind of strange attachment. Every time a letter from Y/N arrived, Seadragon Douluo would read it with a quiet sigh.
Although he would never admit it openly, he was slowly starting to care—just a little.
But if Y/N's letters were delayed, Seadragon Douluo's temper would flare. If he had to wait too long for a reply, he would grow irritated, and would send a short, curt note back with a sharp message.
“Where is my letter? Did you forget how to write?”
Once a response from Y/N finally arrived, Seadragon Douluo would relax and sigh in relief, though he wouldn't show much emotion outwardly.
He might even give more advice on training, offering specific techniques that would help Y/N level up faster. His methods might be a bit grueling, but that was just how he was—he wanted Y/N to become as strong as possible, even if it meant pushing them to their limits.
At times, he wasn't sure what to send as a gift. In these moments, he would ask the Sea Spirits if certain items were safe to give—like sea flowers, or other gifts from the sea. It was all a learning process for him, a part of opening up to someone for the first time in ages.
Over time, Seadragon Douluo began to care more about his new acquaintance. He wasn't one for conversations or friendships, but this slow and steady connection was something he hadn't expected.
While he still had a lot of questions about the person behind the letters, he found himself responding more often—and with more sincerity. His heart had slowly begun to warm, even if just a little.
And when the letters stopped coming for too long, he would grow restless, and you would find that Seadragon Douluo's aura would become thick with impatience.
After all, when you’re waiting for something, sometimes the waiting can feel like the hardest part.
⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀BO SAIXI
Bo Saixi sat quietly, gazing at the tranquil landscape in front of her with a serene and calm expression. Her silver hair fluttered in the breeze, and her beauty was undeniable.
The two pinnacle-level Title Douluo who had once visited the Sea God's Island were both struck speechless by her beauty, each developing a sense of admiration and affection for her. Combined with the atmosphere of composure and tranquility she exuded, her unique elegance became even more apparent.
It seemed that there was a certain bird, one that you had just let fly out of its home a few days ago, that was staring intently at the face of the high priestess. It flew so carelessly that it fell to the ground, much to its misfortune.
Thankfully, Bo Saixi, with her compassionate heart, used her spiritual energy to form a mass of water and softly cushion the bird's fall.
She observed the small object that was tied to the bird’s leg, deep in thought. In the end, her innate curiosity, a quality that never fully left her despite the years, got the better of her. Even though she had passed through many seasons, she was still very much human.
When the letter became visible before her eyes, her beautiful pink eyes followed each word slowly. After reading the contents, she fell into a deep silence.
Bo Saixi did not immediately decide to reply. Instead, she placed the letter on the table in her room and stared at it for several days. Then, one day, she sat down and gently unrolled a piece of paper. With her graceful, slender fingers, she began to write a short response in silver ink.
She did not intend to tell this stranger about her own life, or anyone else’s. If you were sending a letter out of loneliness, just to let it float in the sea or ride the wind, then Bo Saixi would be the one receiving it by chance, like a shore receiving an errant wave.
As many elders often did, Bo Saixi chose silence in response to this event. She would not speak of it to anyone or tell anyone when or why she had received a letter. Perhaps it was the silence of hundreds of years spent waiting for a lost love, separated from the outside world by these waters, that made her choose to reply with a brief line:
"Nice to meet you."
She then placed the letter in a small box or bottle and left it beside the statue of the Sea God, waiting for the little bird to take it back. Of course, she discreetly used a little bit of her spiritual energy to ensure the bird’s journey would go smoothly.
As the days passed and you continued to send letters to her, sharing stories, Bo Saixi read every one of them. She did not smile or laugh much at the letters, but within her, her heart began to settle more than ever before. It was as if she could calm the burning impatience of waiting, finding peace in the words you sent.
Bo Saixi began to respond to you more regularly, and in her eyes, you were no longer just a stranger. You became like a friend from a different time, like a little child who reflected something Bo Saixi had forgotten over the years.
You would often draw pictures of the sea for her, though you would sometimes say that you had never seen it yourself. Bo Saixi would happily return the gesture by describing the beauty of the vast ocean in short, vivid words, or by gifting you something.
She was more than willing to give you advice when you faced difficulties. Of course, these were all lessons born from her own experiences. But please, don’t ask about love—she could not offer any good advice in that regard.
If you went silent for a long time, Bo Saixi would stand and stare out at the sky, as though searching for the distant lands beyond. It wasn’t a waiting for Tang Chen, but an expectation that some little bird would return, bringing with it a letter tied to its leg.
She would tell herself that you must be busy with urgent matters, but the silence without explanation brought an unspoken sense of worry that had no name.
On a rainy night, Bo Saixi would sometimes pick up your letter, holding it close to her chest, whispering words she had never spoken to anyone before.
“Please don’t disappear like this…”
If you returned with a long-winded apology, Bo Saixi wouldn’t ask where you had been or blame you. She would share her own stories of the time you had been gone.
And if you asked her if she was angry with you, Bo Saixi would tell you that someone who had crossed such a lonely sea to talk to her could never be someone she would grow angry with, even if it meant waiting for years.
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⤷ ﹒ ♡⠀⠀BO SAIDONG / POSEIDON
One day, amid the tranquility and the peacefulness of the Sea God's Island under his watchful eyes, something strange occurred, which changed the once effortless passage of time.
The spirit of the Sea God, guardian of the island, gazed at the calm waves that stretched endlessly before him. This vast sea, far beyond the horizon, usually offered no response, even though he was the one who listened to the countless prayers of his devoted followers.
Yet, it was rare for those voices to reach him with pure and sincere intentions.
Before he could lose himself in these thoughts, the calm waves brought a small, intelligent, and obedient bird to the island. It carried with it a rolled-up letter, flying swiftly and landing in the sacred temple above the deep sea.
Bo Saidong, however, did not open the letter immediately. Normally, such things didn’t happen often in his thousands of years of existence (or rather, never had happened at all). But now, a letter that you had casually written in the midst of training had fallen into the hands of the god who ruled over the vast oceans.
The ethereal Sea God spirit observed the rolled-up paper before his high priestess, Bo Saixi, tossed it away. But after thousands of years in detachment, the god picked it up and decided to read it. The letter carried no menacing energy and seemed to be nothing more than a simple piece of parchment with no cause for concern.
Bo Saidong read through every line of it until the end, his face betraying a mixture of confusion and surprise. The letter from you was not a plea for blessings or a prayer for success—it was simply a report on your life, a complaint about how boring everything had become.
The silence around him deepened as the bird flew away to some unknown place, having fulfilled its task.
In all the thousands of years since he had become a god, Bo Saidong had not held a sheet of paper like this. He had never been the recipient of letters. No one had thought to write to him in all that time, until now—you were the first and only one.
Realizing this, a smile spread across his face—not a smile filled with power or the calm wisdom of the great god of the sea, but the smile of someone who understands the taste of loneliness and solitude.
Bo Saidong did not intend to respond to the letter. He did not even consider contacting you, the writer, nor did he think of crafting a response or writing anything at all.
But the next day, the people of the Sea God's Island felt something unusual—a strange energy that spread across the waters, reaching the very shores where you resided.
The once-turbulent waves grew calm, and the winds, usually unpredictable, suddenly brought a refreshing feeling to you, unlike anything before.
Your own spiritual energy seemed more fluid, circulating smoothly through your body, especially when you were near the vast sea.
The weariness that had once plagued you seemed to vanish overnight, but in its place came a sense of doubt. Your instincts screamed that something was off, and you were sure it had something to do with your seemingly trivial action of sending the letter.
You weren’t ready to search for answers, though. Your instincts told you not to touch that which was best left unexplored, at least for now.
You continued writing letters, and now you were sure someone had been receiving them. When you stopped writing for a while, due to some life obstacles, you could sense the distant irritation of the sea.
You didn’t dare try to imagine the impossible, nor did you want to buy into the legends and rumors of the people on the shore. You weren’t ready to visit the Sea God's Island to uncover the truth either.
So when you finally resumed writing, everything seemed to return to normal. This time, you apologized for your absence, enclosed a few treats in the letter, and hoped no creature would intercept them before they reached their destination.
Bo Saidong smiled when he received your letter. Even though you had been absent for some time, he always forgave the little things.
His mature and composed nature, full of reason and understanding, remained as ever. After thousands of years, he simply read and kept the letters, never letting anyone know about this strange routine of his.
You were still unaware of the true recipient of your letters, and perhaps, when the time came, he would bestow upon you a special favor.
"Until the time comes, little one… until the time comes…"