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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 years

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May I request a vampire dogfight over an injured MC? A group of vampires are all wanting her and Cecelia has to fight them off to protect what is hers. Vampires are turning on each other left and right as well? Full on feeding frenzy.

It was supposed to be a quiet night out with Cecilia, nothing too fancy. Just a long conversation to get to know her better, under the stars and the ethereal glow of the moon, far away from the town and any kind of interruptions. You had Cecilia and her melodic voice all to yourself. You could get lost in Cecilia’s dark eyes all you liked, because their glint fascinated you more than all the treasures you had sneakily claimed for yourself over the years.

Perhaps that’s why you hadn’t sensed anything was wrong. You were too engrossed in the direction the conversation was headed, in the lovely tension that was building between you with each carefully worded retort. The single spark of a touch would ignite a passion like no other, and you were looking forward to let it consume any other thought that wasn’t Cecilia and her predatory smirk that quirked her wonderful lips just so.

She was a work of art, and you wanted nothing more than to shower her with the attention and admiration she deserved.

Of course, nothing went to plan. The tension spiked not because of a heated moment between lovers, but because of an ambush and scrambled attempts to defend yourselves. Cecilia was thrown to the ground first, hissing and growling in the face of her attacker. You only get a second to look at their wild eyes and baring fangs before someone tackles you so hard all the air leaves your lungs, leaving you wheezing.

There’s a brief moment of total blackness when your head hits the ground, and the next thing you know, you are face down on the earth, you don’t feel the weight of your gun on you and the person restraining you – another human – is laughing an awful, raspy laugh that makes you shudder with disgust.

“That was too easy!” He says, after his chuckles subside. You can’t even properly glare at him, so you just settle for proving him wrong. It only takes a bit of focusing before he’s screaming and cursing at previously nonexistent flames that now lick hungrily at his shirt. It’s all you need to push him off you and deliver a solid kick to his jaw.

His head snaps back, and he yowls in pain. A hand raises to grab your leg and yank you back, and you briefly wonder how stubborn this guy is before a piercing pain in your thigh has you gasping in surprise.

“You’ll pay for that.” You hiss. The punch you give him fills you with satisfaction, and a second one with a little bit of magical energy ensures he is out cold. You retrieve your gun almost mechanically, clenching your teeth at the throbbing pain that threatens to overwhelm your very mind.

You don’t have time for this, not when you’re not sure if Cecilia is safe.

Thankfully, improvising is one of your best qualities. You’ve never used your witch powers to heal yourself before, and you have no idea how to even begin, but you put both hands over the wound and hope for the best.

It’s not instant relief. It’s a weird mix of sensations: you suddenly feel too cold and a moment later too hot. The world spins, and you let out a long string of curses that would make Enzo proud while you try to get a grasp on the situation. Still, after that brief moment of turmoil, your mind clears.

Making a mental note to check the wound later, your gaze snaps up, trying to locate her. There’s a flash of red in the corner of your eye that disappears almost instantly, but it’s all you need. You stumble around a couple of rocks big enough to obscure your vision, and finally find her.

She’s crouched, lips peeled back in a snarl, ready to block or evade any strike the other vampire throws at her. Both look equally wary of each other, gauging each other up, looking for any weaknesses. Neither look particularly hurt… Cecilia’s jacket is torn in the back, clearly ripped open by claws, but her skin has already healed.

She’s okay. She’s fine.

You let out a small sigh of relief.

The other vampire sniffs the air, eyes instantly falling on you. His whole expression changes in less than a second, a wicked grin stretching across his face when he sees your wound.

“A witch?” He asks, incredulously.

Cecilia is on him faster than you can blink, her guttural growl echoing clearly. She maneuvers over his hasty attack like a nimble cat, empowered by something else than the need to defend herself. Her strikes are powerful and precise and make him stumble back, eyes wide at the restless assault.

She’s moving with the intent to protect what is hers.

“Don’t you dare look at her!” She roars, claws glinting a silvery red under the light of the moon.

Mouth dry at the sight, heart drumming with adrenaline and affection, you hurry to help her. Your energy rolls out of you in waves, trying to get a grip on the other vampire. You initially meant to grab his attention and grant Cecilia her golden opportunity, but you’re distracted by the other presences your energy picks up. And they are drawing closer with each second that passes.

“There are more vampires coming!” You shout, damning your bad luck.

Cecilia hisses, rolling out of an attack. She seems torn between making sure the vampire learns that you belong to her and her alone, or making a run for it. Crimson eyes dart around the terrain, trying to gauge how much time she has.

It turns out it’s less than a second. You’re quickly surrounded by an endless sea of glistening fangs, and under the light of the moon they seem all the more threatening.

There must be ten or so vampires here, or even more.

“Great.” You huff. Your fingers curl around the trigger of your gun, even though it may as well be a toy against these apex predators. You do not want to play damsel in distress, and your frustration only increases when it becomes evident you can’t do much else other than watch and hope for the best.

Cecilia seems ready to go down fighting, anyway, by the way she’s avidly looking for weaknesses.

“Hand over the witch.” Orders a calm voice. You glare at the closest vampire, seething in rage.

Cecilia’s answering growl seems to overpower any other sound in the world. “I will do no such thing!”

“It’s such a shame that the last Visconti will go down like this…”

The fight begins anew. Your energy extends like a roaring ocean wave, crashing against them and pinning some vampires in place. You strain under the effort, hissing under your breath.

The rest of enemies throw themselves at Cecilia, who dodges and hisses and pivots around them with effortless grace. She’s a storm barely contained in a mystical, expertly carved not-so-human body. A true sight for sore eyes. The enemy vampires don’t stand a chance against her.

It’s weird, you think, how easily she throws them around and slashes at their exposed chests and neck with ease. It’s like they aren’t at full strength, which would certainly explain why they came from who knows where for you.

A sharp moment of pain makes you stagger, making you suddenly aware of another problem. There’s a pressure in your mind that increases with each passing second. It’s not only the strain of keeping the spell, there’s something else poking and probing at your mind with an almost frantic need.

You try to fight it off with all your might, but the pressure only increases, drowns any other thought, makes you want to scream and trash around—

Then there’s a blurry movement in front of you and the vampire that was trying to lure you goes flying off.

“You’re mine, witchling. Don’t ever forget that.” Cecilia’s low, raspy voice snaps you out of it. She’s standing next to you, breathing hard, bathed in blood and sand and looking somehow perfect despite it all. Her touch is firm yet gentle over your chin, forcing your eyes to meet. You can’t help noticing how hers bore into your very soul, so intense and so powerful it’s impossible not to look at them. At her.

The moment is over as soon as it begins. Her hands fall to your sides, gripping your arms so hard it’s almost painful, and she quickly moves you out of the way of an incoming vampire. You prepare to fight back however you can, except it turns out you don’t really need to. The vampire continues forward, crazed, and crashes against another vampire at the far back.

There’s a series of indignant shouts and chaos descends at the next second. Some vampires make a move toward you and others move to block them, fangs bared, trying to push them back and make their own attempt to get to you. It looks almost comical, how they try to quite literally run over each other. Cecilia lets out a small huff by your side, half exasperation and half relief.

The enemy vampires are so out of it you even manage to shoot one directly in the face. She falls back, making a few agonized sounds deep in her throat, scratching the air and guarding what’s left of her face with her arms.

“That’s our cue to leave.” Cecilia murmurs, pressing you close to her, carefully cupping your neck. She seems less possessive and more like her usual self, probably because most of the danger has already passed. The injuries she caused to most vampires must have driven her point across.

The world lurches and shifts on its axis. You are on your apartment at the next second, and Cecilia is instantly fretting over your wound, even though she’s not faring much better. There’s a large cut under her arm that’s struggling to heal, along with several smaller ones along her arms and legs, and her breathing is even more labored.

Vengeful crimson gives away to worried silver, as she eases into her human form, not caring one little bit about her own state.

“Worry about yourself first, Cece. You look awful.”

“Most of my injuries look worse than they actually are. I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand-”

“Oh, don’t give me that. Go out and feed. Here, give me that bandage. I’ll take care of this.”

“I’m-”

“On your way out, yes.”

“Claire-”

“If I don’t see you stepping out my room in the next five seconds-”

She sighs and parts from you with hesitant steps. Looks over her shoulder at you regretfully.

“I’m sorry, if I had been more alert-”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry about that, Cece. It just means I’m too irresistible for you to pay attention to anything else.”

There’s that amused smirk that you love so much. The one that curls her lips just so and shows a flash of teeth, the one that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle slightly, and makes her eyes sharpen with predatory interest.

“Brat.” Is all she says, before leaving the room.

#evoedbd #answered #cecilia visconti #lovestruck #cecilia x mc #wll #wicked lawless love #mentions of injury #sporadic sunday #lovestruck wll #lovestruck wicked lawless love

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time-to-cause-chaos · 3 years

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catch me to infinity

5 times Wanda catches Peter, and 1 time she doesn't know if she can. (Reblogs appreciated <3) (st*rk*r shippers, pls DNI) (also this is PLATONIC, not slash so yeah, pls don’t read this as slash)

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1. Accidentally, off a couch

“Wanda” Peter says, laying across his chair, feet dangling idly in the air.

“Wandaaa”, Peter whines again. His half-finished hot cocoa sits abandoned on the coffee table while Wanda sips hers quietly.

Wanda pauses the tv, raising an eyebrow and looking over to Peter with an unimpressed look.

The guy on the screen is leaning against a wall, mouth half-open, caught in the middle of a joke.

“We’ve watched this episode like a million times. I can probably tell you every single line and scene by heart at this point.”

Wanda sighs, “Which one should we watch then?”

A quick glance at the window says they’re still stuck inside, if the storming winds and downpour mean anything. They didn’t have a problem with some light rain, in fact, if Tony and Steve hadn’t expressly told them they couldn’t go outside, they would already be soaked and muddy. The last day they’d gone outside in the cold though, the next day was full of fevers and snotty napkins so it was decided they’d actually listen this time. That rainy day had still been awesome though and there were absolutely no regrets, even when Peter was delirious and giggling everywhere in a haze.

The sitcom playing in front of them was one of Wanda’s favorites - probably why Peter had put up with watching it for the millionth time - but at this point, she was barely making it through the episode without wanting to rip her hair out.

She was bored.

Peter came around her and sat on the back of the couch, his feet planted on the cushions. Flipping through the shows was a waste, they’d also gone through nearly every episode they could and starting a new show right now sounded exhausting.

Wanda slumped and Peter got up, standing on the sofa, “There are so many things we could do, we’re in the Avengers Compound, there can’t be nothing to do.”

“We could go swimming?” Peter asks.

Wanda groans, “Then you’ll be the one explaining why we got sick again”

“Wanda, it’s indoors”

“N-o” she spells out, “No swimming”

“Well what about-”, Wanda doesn’t figure out what Peter was going to say because his balancing act comes toppling down, maybe balancing on his heels and pacing on the headrest of the couch hadn’t been one of his best ideas.

Peter yelps and his arms come over his head as he crashes to the floor.

...Except the crash never comes.

Instead when Peter opens his eyes, his nose is one inch from touching the floorboards and his limbs are covered in bright red ripples of light.

“Whoa”, he breathes, uncurling himself and spreading his arms out, as if he was floating.

Wanda scoffs and with a flick of her fingers, let’s go of her hold on the mist and helps him close the gap between himself and the floor, dropping him harmlessly on the floor.

He picks himself up and looks at her, mouth agape, “Wands, you have powers!” he shouts in glee.

She rolls her eyes and snorts, “Really, Peter? That is news to me.”

“No, no I mean imagine all the fun things we could do with this”, Peter’s hands flail wildly to emphasize his point, “we could prank the others, for one”

She smirks up at him, “That’s actually not a bad idea”

“When have I ever had a bad idea”

Wanda’s eyebrows pinch together in exasperation, “The swimming idea?”

“Okay, fine moment of weakness but anyways,” he grins, “We need supplies, I’m going to get supplies”

He snaps his fingers and is out the door before he can hear Wanda yell, “If Tony grounds you, it’s not my fault!”

2. Mysteriously, for the suspense and drama

Peter laughed into the comms as he kicked one of the bad guys down, “Was that a dad joke, Mr.Stark?”

“It was a pun, there’s a difference Spidey” Tony grunts, blasting up into the air and firing another guy down a stairwell.

Clint pops on the comm link, crackling into their ears, “I’m pretty sure that was a dad joke Tony”

Peter shoots a web onto the ceiling and swings around, webbing up the last few people in the room, “Mr.Stark, just make sure to give us a warning before you go full dad-mode and start playing golf and bringing us our lunches”

“I actually think I did bring your lunch to your school that one time”, Peter doesn’t have to see Mr.Stark’s face to know he’s smirking.

“Nope, nuh-uh, no I definitely don’t remember that”

“Oh yes you do,” Tony laughs, “Your face was red the entire time”

Peter grimaces,”No idea what you’re talking about”. Oh he definitely did, it had been embarrassing, god and Ned’s jaw was practically on the floor while MJ watched unimpressed as the entire class’s eyes bulged.

“I think I saw some dudes slip up to the roof, I’m going to go grab them” Peter says, changing the subject and looking for Tony for confirmation.

“Go ahead, Underoos. I’ll be right behind, just going to make sure law enforcement have a hold of these guys, first.”

Peter nods and slips out of the room, already running up the fire escape.

He bursts out onto the roof and immediately has a gun trained on him.

“Make one move, Spiderman, I dare you”

“Well, I do love a good dare”

Peter ducks behind a potted plant just as the guy fires a bullet. Spinning out from his hiding place he yells, “I’m going to call you Boots!”

The man was wearing heavy black combat boots with large wedges, a short person’s true love, Peter thinks.

He had thick wedges too on most of his sneakers, but he assured himself Tony he only wore them because they were fun to wear.

Speaking of, he was pretty sure Mr.Stark made his shoes with wedges in them too-

Peter yelps and ducks as the gun fires again, missing him by a foot this time.

Anyways, he was average height, thank you very much. Anyone who said otherwise could eat his webs and dirt.

Peter notices a slight hesitation in his opponent’s movement and immediately shoots a web out, yanking his gun arm down.

He flips behind him and punches him down right before the man flips back up, nailing Peter on his nose and forcing him back.

Peter yelps and realizes their fight is nearing the edge of the roof, which had a good 8-story drop behind it.

He tries to push his punches in another direction, trying to redirect them both before one of them goes over but the man stays strong pushing them closer and closer to the edge.

Wanda’s voice comes in through the comms, “Peter, where are you?”

“Roof” Peter barely gets out through his grunts.

“I’m under you” she says.

Ironman comes out through the roof access door and watches as Peter stumbles, barely inches from tipping over the side.

He raises a metal hand, ready to shoot but Peter stops him, “Just trust me”

He would’ve let Tony handle it, but the blast could knock him off too, not just the other guy, and if he was going to plummet off a building today, he wanted to do it on his own terms.

Balancing on the small wall, the only thing keeping him from falling off, Peter jumps sideways just as the man raises a leg to kick him down.

Peter smirks, using two fingers to salute, “Sayonara, sucker” he laughs as he pushes off and starts free-falling backwards, wind and gravity pushing on him.

That was so cool, he thinks. It was a perfect reenactment of those scenes in movies where a character will dramatically fall off a roof narrowly escaping their nemesis and then gets caught by like, a dragon or a flying pirate ship.

It’s called a fashionable exit, to all the uncultured misfortunes who think it’s stupid.

Mr.Stark was probably pretty confused about what just happened though.

He plunges through the air for a full three seconds before he’s caught by Wanda’s magic, floating mid-air.

He catches a glimpse of her pursed lips and smiles, “You’re so dramatic” she tells him, concealing her amused eyes.

Wanda takes them both up to the roof where Mr.Stark already has the man Peter was fighting, tied down.

Tony groans in exasperation when he sees them both, already having figured out their little magic act.

They just laugh.

3. To annoy, off the counter

It’s a Friday and the essay sitting on the table next to Wanda has already been long abandoned. He was not going to waste another minute trying to figure out what personal connection he could make the short story they’d been assigned to read during class.

He related to it because he’d been in a similar situation maybe?

But anyways, he wasn’t going to waste time trying to find a way to spread that over 8 detailed sentences and supporting textual evidence.

He’s sitting on the counter and watching Wanda and Vision read books next to each other on the chairs. Wanda’s legs are resting on Vision’s lap and as fun as it was watching them both, he was still exhausted and not in the mood to face the dangers of his other homework for tonight.

Didn’t Mr.Stark say not to risk his life unnecessarily? This should definitely count because just looking as the textbook took away two hours of his energy, at this rate he’d be on his death-bed by nightfall.

Munching on a protein bar, he looks up at the ceiling.

The only one in the building right now, besides Vision and Wanda, was Steve - well technically Mr.Stark too, but he was in a board meeting that Pepper begged him not to bail on so he was off-limits.

He glares at Wanda, trying to get her to notice him bored out of his mind, but she stubbornly stays focused on the page.

She’s actually reading Harry Potter, the result of Peter’s pestering, and she loved it. The plan to get Wanda to do something with him was interfering with the joy he would usually feel though.

Like yay, my pseudo big sister is finally catching up on all the books and movies she’s missed while working with evil people but also please please please notice me before i throw my stupid homework into the sink disposal-

His alarming train of thought still didn’t catch her attention so he slumps before getting up and deciding to walk all over the counters and ceiling. You know if that mark on the wall from when someone - ahem Clint ahem - had thrown a pen on the ceiling, acted like a mark he could pretend he was doing an obstacle course.

Yes, he could see it now, he’d do a cartwheel over the pen mark on the ceiling, then run on the wall, then he’d jump over the couch, and jump back onto the counter, the living room was plenty big enough.

Wow, this is a sorry excuse for fun.

He did the course three times and was skittering across the ceiling when Steve walked in and immediately shook his head at him.

Peter freezes in surprise and looks guiltily at Steve.

“I’m guessing the homework didn’t get done”, Steve says.

Peter sits criss-cross on the ceiling, if he gets down, he’s probably going to be guilt-tripped into doing his homework and no thank you.

Steve sighs and looks at him, “At least get down, you’re going to fall and get hurt.”

“No I won’t. I’m part-spider, this is like my natural territory”, Peter says.

“You have the traits of a spider”

Why did he always have to pull out the school detention PSA voice?

“But look! I can do a cartwheel on here, I’ve been doing them and I’m fine”

He’ll get down, as soon as he does just one, little cartwheel to annoy Steve.

Of course, that’s when his body decides to betray him and he slips, losing his grip on the ceiling.

He wasn’t worried about falling and smashing his nose at all, he knew Wanda would catch him every single time, in fact he’s already crossing his arms over his chest and scowling as he hovers on his back 3 feet above the ground.

Steve walks by him, still suspended in the air, and ruffles his hair, “Homework now”, then probably feeling bad for Peter, he adds, “Tony said you can use the lab later if you finish early”

Peter groans, “Fine”

Wanda puts him on the couch and he walks over to her and drops in the chair next to her on the table. She hasn’t looked up once this entire time, not even when she’d caught him in the air, only unlatching her fingers from Vision’s and stopping his fall with her powers.

Now she looks up and smiles at him, poking his forehead and pushing his computer towards him.

He groans again.

4. To spite and win, off the balcony

Peter licks his lips, running through the plan again.

There’s someone coming down this hall, he can hear their soft footsteps padding on the floor. Peter’s going to jump out and get the offending person out of the game, it’ll be easy as long as he times it right.

He jumps out from where he’s hiding behind the door frame and pulls up the gun aiming it at the unsuspecting form.

His paintball gun chooses right then to stall and dang it, that means that he has no defense or attack.

He looks up to find Clint grinning at him coyly, gun already trained on him and finger poised on the trigger.

He yelps and jumps out of the way just in time, the purple paintball splattering against the counter.

Peter runs back through the hallway, getting away from Clint and his treacherous smile (it was the smile of a deranged man who would do anything it takes to win paintball) and finds a cleaning closet to hide in while he fixes his gun.

Did the plastic pieces just have to jam right then? Talk about shitty luck.

He picks at the inside of the barrel with a toothpick and grins as a faint click ensures that the machine is functioning again. The paintball that had gotten stuck shoots out and Peter ducks out of the way as pink splatters against the dark wall.

He knows Clint’s prowling the halls for him right now and he prays the man didn’t just hear the shotgun go off.

Slowly creaking the door open and making sure there’s no one there, he tip-toes out and runs to the balcony, it’s the perfect place to hide out and wait for his next victim. The second anyone enters the living room, he has the perfect view on them and nobody looks at the balcony until it’s too late, which means more wins for him.

He underestimated Clint though.

The older man jumps out (umm where did he come from??) and kicks Peter’s gun away from him with a triumphant laugh. Peter backs up against the cool metal railing and looks at him imploringly, “Can we talk this out?” he offers weakly.

He really regretted voting for the no superpowers rule now.

“Any last words, Parker”

Peter turns his head around, looking for a way out. It was too high to jump from without his webs and it won’t be possible to run around Clint without getting hit by a paintball.

Right before he decides to accept his inevitable defeat he sees a flash of bright red hair hiding in the branches of one of the thick, green trees below them.

“You know what, you got me Clint” he smirks, letting Clint bask in his moment of victory for a second, “Just kidding” and he flips himself back off over the railing.

He really wishes he could’ve seen Clint’s face at that moment, sadly success came with a price.

Right on schedule, the sharp red crackles of electricity catch him a couple of feet from the ground and he plants his feet on the ground, turning around to face Wanda.

“Thanks Wands”

“Oh I didn’t do it for you”

It takes him a second too long to figure out what she means but by the time he does it’s already too late, a dark red paintball slams into his protective vest.

“You’re a traitor, Wanda” Peter sulked, wow and here he thought he could actually win - or at least come second to Nat.

“All is fair in love and paintball”

5. Unwillingly, off a stage

Wanda had decided to pick Peter up from his Decathlon practice, it was always Happy who did it but he was sick and plus, they could grab some ice cream and talk before they had to head back.

She tapped her fingers idly on the steering wheel, rapping out a misplaced tune and glances again at the school gates.

She fixes the rearview mirror and frowns, Peter should have come skipping out 15 minutes ago.

Wanda steps out of the car and smooths her wrinkled hoodie, running her fingers through hair once in the window before walking towards the school.

Her sneakers squeak, echoing loudly through the empty hallways and she has to wrinkle her nose at the spitballs stuck to the walls and lockers. Someone’s book report flits around in the air and suddenly, she’s incredibly grateful she never had to go to a real high school.

There’s a piece of paper with a handwritten “Academic Decathlon” scribbled on it taped loosely on heavy, wooden doors and she pushes them open, shivering at the rush of cold air that bursts out.

Peering in, Wanda sees Peter on the stage but he’s not alone. There’s another high-schooler gripping hard at his shoulders and sneering at him, speaking words Wanda’s not close enough to hear. It doesn’t take any amount of genius to know the two boys weren’t friends/

She doesn’t even have time to intervene because Peter’s pushed off the stage, it’s barely a 2 foot fall but Wanda doesn’t care, she’s angry.

Peter looks at her in surprise with dark red cheeks once she puts him, gently, on the floor. He practically curls in on himself and she honestly wouldn’t be surprised if her skin was a similar shade as his, just not for the same reason.

She stomps up to the other boy who’s looking at her in alarm and pokes a harsh finger at his chest, “You. bastard.” she accentuates each word by pushing her finger even harder against his t-shirt, “What’s wrong with you?!”

She may not have gone to high school but she definitely knows what a bully is. She’s had plenty of her own in the past, even if she hadn’t realized it at first.

It wasn’t fair Peter had to go through the same thing, school wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was where you were supposed to goof off with your friends and learn, not get pushed around by kids because they think they’re better than you.

A hand tugs at her wrist and she’s so wound up nearly forgets to soften her face when Peter tugs again, silently asking her to just drop it.

She looks back at the bully who’s gone pale and pushes him, sending him stumbling back a few feet.

“Don’t touch my little brother again, asshole” she snarls before whipping around and dragging Peter out the doors by his backpack.

By the time they get to the car, Peter still hasn’t said a word and instead opts to look out the window, not even sparing Wanda a small glance.

Her face is still aflame and her hands are still clenched around the wheel as she pulls to the side of the road and parks, looking over at Peter. His eyes are tinged red.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, the second they’re parked.

“Don’t say sorry, it wasn’t your fault, but why didn’t you fight back? Just one shove”. It doesn’t make sense, Peter is strong enough to take on super-soldiers, he practically is one himself with all his advancements, so why doesn’t he just push back? He doesn’t have to get hurt like this, he doesn’t deserve to.

“I’m just Peter Parker. I’m not Spiderman at school so it wouldn’t make sense, I can’t just do that”, his fingers dig into his thighs and he kicks lightly at his backpack.

“Then you could’ve said something to us,” she’s looking up at him, eyes almost crazed. It’s not okay, it’s not even close alright, it’s awful that this happens to him.

And she knows it’s not just a one-time thing.

Not when bullying at Midtown has been discussed far too many times for comfort, not when he’s come back with bruises and marks even when he hasn’t patrolled in days, and definitely not when Peter just tried to subtly wipe a tear from his cheek.

She feels tired all of a sudden, as her raging wave of anger reaches a crescendo and plummets to the ground, scattering, dropping her intentions to take care of anyone who even comes close to hurting Peter with some well-placed punches and kicks.

Wanda sighs and squeezes her eyes shut, blindly, she grabs Peter’s hand and asks, “Was that the Flash guy?”

“No, Flash never gets physical, he’s not too bad. This is someone else”

“So you’ve been getting bullied by multiple people?”, it’s not a question, she already knows. “Peter, you’re Spiderman, you know this isn’t right so please, please the next time this happens just” she exhales, “Just please, promise you’ll tell someone, anyone and they’ll take care of it”

“Promise” Peter breathes from next to her.

“Okay” she pulls back into the traffic, “I’m getting cookie dough ice cream, which one do you want?”

+1. This one was definitely not supposed to happen, shit, shitshit

It’s getting really hard to breathe.

Which should probably not be happening, but in Peter’s defense, he hadn’t even wanted to skip class. MJ had told him to, quote, “Get out of here before your dumbass throws up on someone’s shoes” and for once he’d actually listened, deciding going home and sleeping his fever off was better than being stuck in a stuffy old classroom, doing schoolwork.

The heater of the apartment sounded like heaven and sunshine right about then.

He was just going to take the subway when one of the tv’s turned on, flashing a news report about the Avengers fighting the group of people near the tower.

According to the news channel, they had a whole lot of advanced technology, from ray guns to shapeless contraptions you couldn’t tell heads or tails of.

And there were a lot of them.

So of course, Peter had immediately donned his warm hoodie and jeans and switched into his suit, already swinging towards to get there, it made his stomach queasy and his head spin, but it was fine, he was already almost there.

“Peter, you’re not doing this right now, stop it and go home”, Tony’s voice is playing through Karen the second he’s in range.

“Technically, I’m supposed to be in school right now, Mr.Stark”, Peter swings onto a roof and crashes against someone, knocking them down before looking at the metal cube object they had abandoned.

It was glowing a light purple, which should probably not be happening.

He walked cautiously around it and his eyes widened as the glow got brighter and spread more, covering the entire cube now.

“Shit!”

Peter manages to scramble back before it explodes, leaving a black scorch mark on the floor and the smell of smoke in the air.

“Peter!?”

Oops, he’d forgotten Mr.Stark was there.

“Yeah I’m fine, just where did these people get all this stuff?”

“No idea, but Pete, I swear to god get out of here, or else I’m calling your aunt”, there’s a strangled grunt and the comms go silent.

“Mr.Stark??”, there’s no answer, “Karen, take me to Mr.Stark”

He swings two buildings away and lands on the 9th floor balcony, entering and running towards the signal. When he enters the room, Tony’s being held up against the wall by someone who’s wearing heavy metal body armor, it could pass for an Iron Man cosplay if you squint really hard.

He jumps over, kicking them down and ducking a punch. Grabbing the wrist of the armor, Peter twists their arm and slams them on their back before immediately looking back at Tony and helping him up.

“You okay?”, Peter questions.

“Yup, something she used fried the comm link though, I can’t get to to anyone else”

Peter nods and they both run through the halls, racing to get to the top of the building.

“What do they want?”

“I don’t know, but right now I think they’re just trying to blow stuff up”

Bursting onto the roof, there’s only one person there with some weird silver spear, which honestly looks pretty harmless compared to everything else.

The man there, sees them and immediately backs off, dropping everything and stumbling away with a forced smile.

Tony still closes in on him and Peter webs his wrists and legs to the floor, just in case.

They’re both looking down onto the other rooftops for trouble when the headache Peter has been ignoring grows, and he stumbles back feeling his fever spike.

Tony approaches him and kneels down next to him where he’s sprawled on the floor waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.

“Kid, you have a fever”, Tony says after asking Karen for his vitals.

Peter swallows and fights the urge to keel over and vomit, “I’m fine”

“If I had a penny for every time I heard that” he jokes, voice unbearably soft, “Listen, you stay here and I’ll come and get you when this is over, ‘kay?”

Peter’s about to nod when someone flies onto the roof, they’re wearing goggles and using mechanical wings to help them fly.

Peter’s too dizzy to do anything so he watches as Tony raises a gauntlet and fires it up with a low whine that resonates in Peter’s keyed-up ears.

“Back off”, Tony says as a warning.

The girl smiles and takes off the goggles, slipping them up on her head with a puckish smirk, folding her wings in.

“Pleasure to meet you Iron Man, as well as you Spider”, she has a lilting accent that Peter can’t place.

The gauntlet doesn’t falter, even as Tony shifts so Peter is stuck in his shadow, “What do you want?”

“I want one of your inventions. I may not be in charge of all these idiots, but my best friend is our leader and if you get me what I want, this can all be called off.”

“Best I can do are scraps from the intern labs, sorry.” he says, before firing a repulsor as she ducks out of the way.

“I wasn’t going to this the hard way but I suppose I’ll have to”, her curly, brown hair whips in her face as she puts it up into a ponytail, still dodging Tony’s blasts.

Peter’s spidey sense flares just as her wings do and she’s coming at him at full speed, lifting him up and flying up, past the buildings. Oh he really has to hurl now.

Tony swears and tries to blast up, only to realize the girl had stuck a small square chip on him and his suit’s shutting down, his breathing clips and he looks up to where Peter’s being flown up.

He gets out of the suit and runs to the edge of the roof, “Wilson!” he calls, signaling Sam over from where he’s hauling debris out of the street for a car to get through.

Sam flies up to him and without a word, grabs him and flies him over to where Clint, Natasha, and Wanda are a few buildings away. The whole 30 seconds he hasn’t taken his eyes off the Peter-shaped speck in the sky that’s getting harder and harder to see.

He stumbles over to Clint who’s looking at Wanda in concern, arms braced behind her to catch her if she falls.

Tony briefly wonders what’s going on, before looking up at the collapsing building in front of them, the scarlet circling her wrists, and the sheen of sweat covering her forehead.

Clint looks over to him, swallowing, “Steve’s in there trying to get the rest of the people out, we can’t get in though, it’s too unstable. The second Wanda lets go, the entire place is coming crashing down”

Tony can’t hide his panic anymore and he points up the sky, “Clint, it’s Peter”

Clint follows his finger and he jerks, seeing the red and blue suit in the distance, “Oh god”

The comms finally crackle back online and Tony swears his heart skips a beat when he realizes the bird lady just dropped Peter, oh my god.

They’re well over 4,000 feet up and his heart is in his throat as Peter’s screaming floods through the comms.

Wanda hears it too and her hold on the building falters as she falls to her knees, eyes squeezed shut. Clint moves to hold her but hovers around her instead, glancing back up at Peter when Wanda has a semi-stable grip again.

Natasha kneels on the ground next to Wanda, “You’re going to have to catch him”

Wanda’s voice teeters on a cry, “I’m trying”

Tony holds back his own cry and desperately tries to speak into the comms, if Peter realizes Tony’s trying to get through to him he doesn’t acknowledge it.

The comms are filled with wheezing and rushing wind and Tony’s gripping his arm so tight because that’s his kid dammit, and he can’t do anything.

Wanda’s attempts at catching him are proving futile, she can’t handle anything else without dropping the building which she can’t do, not when Steve and a whole lot of people are depending on her not to let it go.

“Sam, can’t you take your wings up and get him?”. He doesn't care how panicked his voice sounds right now.

“One of the guys stuck a chip on it, the thing’s dead-weight now” Sam says, voice filled with sorrow.

Tony gulps in a breath and falls on his knees next to Wanda, “You have to catch him, Wanda” there’s a grim undertone in his voice hiding the waver and pure terror flooding through his veins.

Wanda grunts, tears are shining in her eyes, if it’s because of the strain or Peter, he has no idea.

“GUYS! Guys, guys, I’m falling!” Peter screams into their earpieces, voice cutting out, hot tears squeeze at his eyes.

Wanda looks up with a new sense of determination and her eyes flash, Tony suddenly knows that anyone going toe-to-toe with her would probably run first chance instead of fight.

“You can do it Wanda, come on” Tony pleads.

Peter’s form is getting bigger every second, little by little.

At around 500 feet, a faint glimmer of red runs over his body but it’s not enough, it slows Peter’s fall the tiniest bit before he’s hurtling through the air again.

‘Tony, Tony, Tony” Peter says his name like a prayer in the comms and Tony clenches his fist again, switching between looking at Wanda and Peter so fast, he wouldn’t be surprised if he ended up with whiplash.

The strain on Wanda’s forehead grows and her eyes squeeze shut as she tears at her limits.

Tony stands beside where she’s kneeled on the ground, trying to see if he’d be able to catch Peter if this didn’t work. He really hoped it didn’t come to that though, he didn’t have his suit and with the speed Peter was falling at, he didn’t know what would happen.

Eyes focused on Peter, Tony realizes a thin, flickering layer of red is very slowly growing over his body. Relief bubbles in his throat and Wanda is able to slow Peter enough so that he and Sam can grab onto him, they all fall to the ground in a pile of limbs.

Tony grabs Peter under his shoulders and holds him upright as he gags and chokes on nothing, taking off his mask and brushing his curls off of his sweaty face.

Tony’s ears ring with the lingering screams of Wanda and Peter, his throat feels raw and he realizes that in his panic, he had been screaming too. And it wasn’t just his ears that were buzzing, it seemed like everything was still ringing, the air vibrating with panic.

Peter was held close to Tony’s chest as he shook with heaving gasps and suppressed sobs, dried tear tracks streak the sides of his face and Tony tries to comb his fingers through the knots in Peter’s hair.

Looking around, Tony took everything in, everyone’s faces were pale and Wanda was barely holding herself up on her elbows, her heavy pants were forced through clenched teeth.

She’d let go of her hold on the building as Steve had come running out, waiting till he was out of the damage zone before sending it all crashing down. All of that had happened just seconds after she had managed to gradually slow Peter down and get him to the ground in one piece.

A sigh of exhaustion huffs through Tony’s nose and the team sits in silence for a few minutes, trying to process all the chaos that had just happened.

Clint was helping Wanda, shakily, sit up and Peter crawled out of Tony’s arms to her before wrapping his trembling arms around her shoulders and whispering something to her.

Tony doesn’t know what was said but Peter was safe, everyone was safe. They were all alright and his breaths started to come easier.

Natasha sat next to him giving him a small, reassuring smile. He leaned back and shut his eyes, making a mental note to add a parachute to Peter’s suit, among many other things. Also to thank Wanda, because if she hadn’t been here...Tony didn’t want to think about it.

That was done now though. Tony’s chest feels much lighter when Peter smiles at him over Wanda’s shoulder, the type of smile that conveys a million emotions, with nothing else.

He gives a shaky grin back.

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thruthetwstedlookingglass · 4 years

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Hello, if it is not a problem I would like to ask for something. After the tournament and after Leona returned from the overblot, another problem: a demon was summoned, immune to magic, FemMc had no choice but to show up as a half-demon, murdering the demon, used to being called a "monster " out of fear, but it hurt. After days he finds her together with Grimm in the greenhouse, comforting her after hearing that she had fallen in love with him, but who would want to fall in love with a monster??

Sorry that this took so long! I had a hard time trying to decipher the request, but I think I got the gist of it. I actually enjoyed writing this one a lot because it's got a moral to it at the end :3 I hope this is what you wanted and that you like it!

Warnings: mentions of bullying (bullying is not okay!)

Leona x halfdemon!fem!MC!reader

The night after Leona Kingscholar had been purified of his Overblot, much to her relief, (Y/n) sensed another evil within the castle of Night Raven College. There was a reason She could sense it. You see, (Y/n) was a half demon. As a half demon, she could sense when other evils were around, track them down, and dispose of them.

And that night, she sensed something foul.

Sneaking out of bed while She was in the infirmary was not exactly easy. Leona and Ruggie were both there as well, and this evil was obviously in the infirmary with them. It would be a difficult task; dispatching the demon and keeping it quiet was not exactly easy for her. Even if it was night time, her powers were still at half capacity because she was only half. But she did these tasks in order to atone for her sin; no matter how kind and compassionate she tried to be, she was still a monster, and that was the sin that made her fearful. Nobody knew of this, and she hoped to keep it that way.

(Y/n)'s pace was slow and silent as her bare feet touched the cool floors of the castle. Every hair on her neck bristled; it was very near. Her form slowly changed, her fingers and toes becoming black as curved talons appeared. She sniffed around and then she sensed it.

Right behind her.

She spun around on her heels to see a grim and disgusting creature with large leathery wings and a boney tail that was barbed at the tip with what looked like a harpoon.... and it was about to dig into a sleeping Leona for a meal.

Instinct took over and (Y/n) flew at the beast, inadvertently crashing through the window. She didn't think of it then, seeing as she was a bit preoccupied grappling with the evil creature.

"WhAt Is A hAlFbReEd LiKe YoU dOiNg HeRe?!" The beast growled in a twisted and gravelly voice.

"I'm a student here, and I will not let anyone here be the meal for a demon!" She growled back.

This made the demon almost keel over in laughter.

"YoU!? A hAlFbReEd AnD a DeMoN sLaYeR?! tHaT's RiCh!! Oh, ThE mOsT pRePoStErOuS nOtIoN!"

(Y/n) was pissed by this monster's mockery, and she attacked, her anger being the fuel for her attacks. This didn't catch the demon off guard, however, and about a dozen punches, kicks and slashes later, (Y/n) was at the mercy of the vlive creature. Its hand was wrapped firmly around her neck, but it didn't seem satisfied just yet.

"ThAt'S iT?! iS tHiS rEaLlY aLl YoU'vE gOt?!" It laughed at her as it held her up, and then its mouth curved into a sickening grin. "YoU'rE hOlDiNg BaCk." It laughed. "YoU aRe! I cAn TeLl!"

"Th-That's not..." (Y/n) struggled to speak.

"WhAt'S tHe MaTtEr, HaLfBrEeD?" It sneered with a grin, bringing her in closer as if he were about to take a bite. "AfRaId ThAt If YoU uSe ThE yOuR fUlL tRaNsFoRmAtIoN tHaT yOu'Ll bECoMe tHe ThInG yOu HaTe MoSt?!"

(Y/n) glared at the beast and then drove her claws into the beast's chest, wrapping her fingers around his heart.

"I still... want to keep my humanity..." she said, squeezing its heart in her hand and making it grimace. "Because I have someone to fight for!!"

The creature howled in pain as its heart was crushed, and dropped her. She didn't quite land on her feet, but she wasn't about to let her guard down. The demon fell to the ground, its body turning to ash, and then suddenly the dying creature laughed.

"YoU... wIlL nEvEr... BeLoNg... HaLfBrEeD..."

She clenched her fists and then stomped on its head, crushing it to ashes.

"Maybe not... but I'd like to try..." she whispered before watching the ashes blow upward.

As she raised her gaze, her blood ran cold when she saw a very familiar figure standing at the broken window. Her worse fear had been realized. She had been seen... by Leona. In fear, she turned and ran, tears forming in her eyes.

'He saw me... Leona saw me!' She thought to herself, running far away to hide.

~~~~~

(Y/n) didn't return to Ramshackle, and she didn't go to class. She had long since returned to her human form, but she didn't dare show herself. If Leona had seen, she was convinced that the rest of the school knew what she was too. Ever since she was young, (Y/n) had been called a monster and a parasite. Since coming to NRC, she had been able to keep her true nature a secret, and the vile whispers of her childhood were kept at bay.

But now... they had returned... much louder... and this time in the likeness of the voices of her friends.

'Monster!' 'How vile!' 'Rot in hell where a disgusting creature like you belongs!'

(Y/n) covered her ears as she cried, trying to stop them.

"Please... make it stop..." she whispered shakily. "Make it stop..."

"Oi, herbivore." A familiar voice said. "You know how long I've been looking for you?"

(Y/n) froze and looked up a little. Her eyes widened.

"L-Leona..." she whispered.

She didn't know what to do. She was frozen like a deer in the headlights. Why had Leona been looking for her? When Leona took a step closer, (Y/n) shrunk back in fear.

"Don't..."

"What? I'm not going to hurt you." Leona said. "I want answers."

"No." She said.

"No?" He asked, confused.

"No." She repeated.

"Why not?" He asked, crouching down to look at her.

"Because I'm a monster. A vile creature." She said, co wearing her face. "No matter what I do... I'll never belong... and I'll never be loved..."

There was a silence, and (Y/n) thought that he had been a figment of her imagination trying to haunt her, but she was suddenly pulled into a hug and it frightened her a little.

"Geez... you're an idiot..." he said with a sigh.

"Eh?"

"I believe that you once said before that we forge our own paths to walk." He said. "That we shouldn't let the traumas of our past define us."

(Y/n)'s eyes widened and she looked at him. She had indeed said that... when she had helped bring Leona out of his Overblot.

"Y-You heard me...?"

"Every word." He said before looking at her. "So, I offer that same advice to you, along with this." He gently stroked her cheek, making her blush at his touch. "Its no use hiding from yourself when you know yourself so well." He said. "You said that you're a monster, but is that really what you believe?"

"W-Well..." she said.

"Because the way I see it, you are kind and compassionate to everyone you meet." He said. "Your birth shouldn't change those qualities you have."

She blushed brightly and looked away a little, only to be pulled back to look at him and a pair of lips brushing against her forehead. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she looked up at him.

"Everyone is worried about you." Leona said. "So, tomorrow, come back to class and bring back that stupid smile."

She had been about to say something in retort when Leona laughed at her reaction. And (Y/n) found herself smiling as well.

The next day, she returned to her friends and her classes. She was truthful about what she was, and they all welcomed her, half demon or not, because deep down, she was still (Y/n) (L/n), a proud student of Night Raven College who never bore any ill will towards anyone and was kind and compassionate to all.

So, in the end, Leona was right; we are who we make ourselves, and while our past can hurt, we can either run from it or learn from it.

Whoo! That one might put a few through the emotional ringer!

#twisted wonderland #twst #ツイステッドワンダーランド #savanaclaw #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x you #half demon MC reader #half demon #demon #ask answered

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chemicalmagecraft · 5 years

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I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry about the delay! My other fic was at a really good point, so it was all I could think about for a bit! Hopefully I'm going to be able to get a little more of both out, though!

kukukuku~

I gave her a small smile and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hinata-chan."

"Hello," she said. "Father said that you protected me from the man who wanted to hurt me."

I licked my lips. "I did do something like that. I probably would've just ended up captured along with you if it wasn't for Hiashi-san, though."

"Father also said that you're going to be my new brother."

I smiled slightly. "I might have agreed to something like that as well."

She smiled. "Now I have two big brothers."

I quizzically tilted my head to the side. "How so?"

"Neji-niisan was already like a big brother to me, even if he's a little mean sometimes. Now I have you too!" She smiled.

I shrugged. "Sure, I guess. So where is Neji-niisan?"

"Right behind you," a young male voice said from take a wild guess direction. "You're Kouki, huh?"

I turned around. "And you're Neji?"

He looked at me with an appraising eye. "Yes. I heard that you have some interesting jutsu."

"Oh, totally!" I told him, then waved a cat-clawed hand. "I mean, I only have three at the moment, but I'm so going to get more!"

"Show me."

I blinked. "Oh, sure. We just need something that nobody's going to mind if I break. Or cut in half. You got anything like that?"

"Ooh, can I see?" Hinata asked me.

I sighed. "I mean, I still need something I can break, but sure."

We managed to get a decent-sized log that I could cut up so long as I did it with adult supervision.

"Alright," Hizashi (Neji's dad, remember?) said to us. "Kouki, be careful. You two stay behind me."

I did some stretches as they got behind him. I then channeled the chakra into my nails. "Cat Claws Jutsu," I said, then charged at the log. I sliced it with both hands and admired the eight deep gouges that I had slashed into it. I then jumped back a bit and formed the seal. "Next, Wind Release: Mini Air Slash!" I slashed at it again. Similar scratches were put in the log, but this time from range.

"Wow!" Hinata said.

"Impressive," Hizashi agreed.

"But wait, there's more!" I said with some enthusiasm. "Wind Release: Dragon Claws Jutsu!" This time, I only used one hand to conserve chakra, but it was still impressive. The downward slash that I used ensured that not only was the log sliced completely through, but I also carved a bit into the ground. "And that's why I'm awesome," I panted as I turned around. It wasn't as bad as before because I hadn't been hemorrhaging chakra thanks to my expensive magical eyes, but I was still drained. Hizashi was nodding, Hinata was beaming with obvious admiration, and Neji gave a look that made me think that he begrudgingly admitted to himself that maybe I'm a little awesome. "Now if you'll excuse me, I really need a nap." I fell backward, making sure to fall properly to not hurt myself, and groaned.

"Are you okay?" Hinata asked.

"M'fine, jus' need a moment," I slurred out.

"I thought your reserves were high enough that you wouldn't be that exhausted," Hizashi commented.

"Why would you think that, father?" Neji asked.

"I'm not that tired, I'm just resting because I used some chakra," I said. "Those jutsu are still pretty draining, just not enough that I won't be able to fight someone my size right now. I could still beat up Neji if I wanted to. Him and Hinata at once might be pushing it, though."

"I could beat you easily," Neji scowled.

"You wanna go, Ice Cream?" I taunted.

"If Father will allow it, then I will soundly beat you."

Hizashi sighed. "Fine, just try not to dismember each other." I got up and entered a fighting stance.

"Your form isn't very good," Neji told me.

"And you're going to activate your-" Neji activated his Byakugan. "Oh, there it goes. You do realize that you're wasting chakra, right?" Neji said nothing and got into his Jūken stance. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "Your veins are bulging like crazy!"

"No, shut up."

"Hajime!" Hizashi said. I rushed at Neji as he charged at me. I caught his forearm before he could hit me with his palm, then used it to push myself down and out of the way of his other strike. I repositioned myself so that I could sweep at his leg, then jumped up and punched at him while he was off-balance. He caught my arm, used it to steady himself, then began hitting my tenketsu. I didn't even bother trying to pull my arm away and instead punched him in the gut. He got the wind knocked out of him and went a few steps back.

I decided to take the opportunity to use Mini Air Slash on him. Unfortunately, my hand had gone numb, so I just did my best to make a one-handed sign and tried to use that. The slashes were a little wobbly, but it ended up not mattering too much when he just ducked under them and smacked me in the stomach. That quickly turned into a combo where I took a bunch of thankfully-not-tenketsu-closing strikes all over me. The next thing I knew, I was groaning on the ground again. "You were both good, but ultimately you left yourself open too much, Kouki," Hizashi said. "You also might want to refrain from letting yourself get hit, even if it's to exploit an opening."

I sat up and shook out my numb hand. Some feeling returned to it and I was able to slowly open and close it. I guess being young and inexperienced with Jūken means that you can only partially disable someone with tenketsu strikes... "Got it."

"You might also want to not taunt your opponent as much. All you did was make Neji angry."

"Blasphemy! I just need to taunt harder!"

"I... sure, fine. If you want, I could help you with your fighting a bit," he offered. He then looked at Neji and Hinata and said, "You two too."

"Thanks," I said, "That's probably a good idea."

kukukuku~

I looked in the mirror inside my room. I decided that I should probably give you guys a better description of my appearance, especially now that I was part of a ninja family and apparently encouraged to have my own unique style... despite the fact that ninja are supposed to blend in. My hair was getting long, almost touching my shoulders. I like my hair long, so I was just going to let it grow until I was either told to get a haircut or it got too annoying. My hair was a dark brown color, but if the light hit it just right it looked brighter and almost reddish sometimes. It curled at the ends, though I've been told that if I didn't comb it as much it'd probably be curlier. Of course, I get really bad bedhead, so that's not really an option. My bangs were combed to the left side of my face, usually just barely out of my left eye, though they sometimes did fall over my eye. As for my clothes, I wore a baggy long-sleeved shirt and pants that were basically sweatpants, both dark blue.

It was actually really similar to my favorite outfit from real life. When not indoors, I wore a pair of comfortable boots instead of the usual sandals. I gave Hiashi an excuse about being leery about wearing open-toed shoes after banging my feet on a lot of things, including more than a few rocks. It wasn't a lie. At all... The look was completed by a pair of cool sunglasses resting on top of my head. The idea was that I'd make a habit of actually putting them over my eyes whenever I'd have to "get serious," which didn't have to include activating my Shōraigan but I'd have to use them to hide my Shōraigan in battle. Plus, my eyes were sensitive enough to light without whatever enhancements are involved in the Shōraigan, so they'd be good when the sunlight's being overly harsh. Thankfully, I was somehow not blinded by reflected light when I tested them out and they didn't show any of the light coming from my eyes somehow. I think that there might have actually been seals placed on it or something... Also! I still had that little bumpy thingy on the top of my left ear! I liked that little bumpy nub thing!

"Kouki-kun!" Hiashi said from outside my room. "We're leaving soon!"

"Coming!" I called out. We were going out to eat at a sushi restaurant to celebrate my adoption and the fact that I saved Hinata's and/or Hizashi's life. Of course, before we went there, we had to make a quick stop at my insistence. I stepped in the clearing right as a tree fell down. I looked at the multiple cuts in the bark. "I see you're starting to figure it out, Naru-chan. Now never use that jutsu unless someone's trying to kill you."

Naruto ran up to me and hugged me (thankfully after deactivating the jutsu). "Kouki! I missed you, 'ttebayo!" Aaaand there was his verbal tic.

I licked my lips. "It was only a day, Naru-chan. I was literally only gone for a day." I thought about what that could mean for a second. "Please tell me nobody was bullying you again."

He released me and put his hands behind his head. "Nah, it was just boring. Why are you back so soon?"

"Well it turns out that getting adopted by a rich guy has its perks." I smirked. "Wanna get rich people food for free and probably have a respected jōnin and clan head yell at anyone who's rude to you?"

"I hope that that isn't all you think of me," Hiashi said from behind me, Hinata hiding behind him.

"Nyahahaha~!" I laughed. "Of course not! You're also free housing and jutsu lessons." He narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine. Also a wonderful father," I faux-reluctantly added. I then brought Naruto over to Hinata. "Naru-chan, this is Hina-chan. Hina-chan, Naru-chan," I introduced the two to each other. "I hope you make friends, you'll be seeing a lot of each other. Tsehehehe~!" Yes I have a second, weirder weird laugh. Shut up.

"Whaddya mean?" he asked, looking a little suspicious.

"She's my new sister and you're literally my only friend," I said. "Now why don't we go get rich people food? I'm starting to get a little hungry."

"Rich people food, 'ttebayo!" Naruto yelled with glee. I smiled.

"R-rich people food..." Hinata muttered, which made me chuckle softly.

Hiashi just sighed. "Yes, rich people food. Please behave yourselves when we get there, though." With that, we left for the restaurant.

kukukuku~

I snickered as I looked at the boy sitting on my right. Naruto had a really confused look on his face and I really couldn't blame him. Didn't mean I wasn't internally howling with laughter, though. He looked at my new father and his wife, now sitting across the table from him at the restaurant. He then looked at my new uncle and his wife, sitting next to Hiashi and... apparently her name was Hikari. By the way, for those of you who don't know what Hikari looks like due to her appearing in the Naruto literally once and only in a photo, she looks like an older Hinata but without the Byakugan. She gave Naruto a warm, kind smile, which was the only expression I'd ever seen on her face ever. Hizashi's wife, Hikaru, did the same. Hiashi and Hizashi were just barely containing their laughter, and even Neji, who I could see on my left even with Hinata between us, had a small grin. Naruto leaned over to me and whispered, "Kouki, I think your parents are ninja. They're using clones." With that, everyone but Naruto burst out into either laughter or small giggling (Neji was giggling and it was hilarious).

"We're not clones, Naruto-kun," Hikaru said. "I'm Kouki-kun's aunt." She gestured at Hikari. "My twin sister married Kouki's father. I, myself, married his twin brother."

Naruto furrowed his brow. "So you," he pointed at Hikaru," and you," he pointed at Hikari, "are twins, which is why you look so similar. And you married two people who are also twins and also identical."

"Yes, that's right, Naruto-kun," Hikaru warmly smiled at him.

"Neji-chan and Hina-chan might as well be brother and sister," I commented with a little laugh.

A waiter cleared his throat. "May I get you anything to drink?" he asked.

"A green tea for me and my wife," Hiashi and Hizashi immediately responded. They looked at each other for a second, then grinned.

"Tea for me as well," Neji told him.

"U-uh, can I have some apple juice, please," Hinata asked.

"Juice too," I said. The waiter nodded and started to leave.

"Hey, you didn't take my order, 'ttebayo!" Naruto yelled. The waiter scoffed and continued to walk away.

"Excuse me," Hiashi said as he stood up. "You forgot to get Naruto-kun's order.

"Why that riffraff is with you, I could never tell," he haughtily said. Hiashi glared at him. "Fine, fine. What do you want, boy?"

Naruto flinched a little, then said, "A-apple juice, please." I growled at the waiter, which sounded a bit deeper than I thought it would. For some reason, that made him flinch. He hurried off, apologizing.

Hizashi blinked. "Apparently your irises turn red when you get angry, Kouki-kun. That's... odd."

"Really?" I asked, then licked my lips creepily. "That is weird. Not bad, just... weird." As we were waiting for our drinks, we looked through the menu. "What am I allowed to get," I asked.

"You can get anything you want," Hiashi told me. "Though I would advise ordering less than Hinata. Same for you, Naruto-kun."

"Why less than Hinata-chan?" Naruto asked. Just then, a waitress came up to our table with our drinks.

"We're so sorry about the previous waiter," she told us. "He was... uh..." She looked at Naruto. "He was... greatly affected by the death of his wife three years ago. Still, he should never have acted that way to any guest of yours. "

"If you wish to apologize, do it to Naruto-kun," Hiashi said.

"So sorry," she told Naruto, then gave him his drink. "After your meal, we will be giving you a free dessert, on the house." She gave the rest of us our drinks. "What would you like to eat?" she asked us. It was at that point that Naruto's question was answered. Hinata ordered three dishes of sushi for herself. which was a lot. Even the adults only had one.

After we had all finished ordering our sushi, I said, "See, Naru-chan? Father stood up for you and you got free food. Did I keep my promise or what?" Naruto chuckled a little. After a little while and some small talk and chopstick-using lessons for me and Naruto (I already knew, but it'd have looked suspicious if I said that seeing as Naruto didn't), our food arrived. I will say this: Konohagakure sushi is way better than Walgreen's sushi. When in my sushi-induced rapture, I was vaguely aware of Hiashi asking me if I liked it, and then my head lazily bobbing up and down. Also, while I might have just been hallucinating in my sushi haze, I thought I saw sparkles. Unfortunately, though, all good things must come to an end. In this case, that end was that when I started chewing on one of my pieces of sushi, I felt a burning feeling and awful taste on my tongue. I gagged as I felt myself start to feel a little like puking, then swallowed the sushi. I looked down at my plate and saw that the sushi that I'd eaten was right next to the wasabi. I glared at the wasabi.

Hikari chuckled. "That's wasabi, Kouki-kun. It's fine if you don't like it." She gave Hiashi an amused look, and he rolled his eyes.

"I gag on sushi with wasabi on it one time and I never live it down," he muttered, though he sounded more amused than annoyed.

"I don't like wasabi," I confirmed. Wasabi is horrible. Truly the worst thing. "It tastes weird." I noticed that my last piece of sushi was also touching wasabi. "Does anyone here who likes wasabi wanna trade with me?" I asked. Hinata immediately placed one of her sushi on my plate and took the tainted sushi with her chopsticks. I looked over to her plates and noticed that she was somehow already done with all of her sushi. "Uhh-" I started to say.

"No, we don't know how Hinata-chan eats that much," Hiashi preempted, which made Hinata blush slightly. "All we know is that she somehow can without it being unhealthy."

I nodded. I remembered jokes in the anime about Hinata eating a LOT, so that made sense. "Okay..."

We continued to make small talk until the waitress came back. "Would any of you like dessert?" she asked. "Keep in mind that Uzumaki-san's dessert will be on the house."

Naruto looked at the dessert menu and immediately said, "Dorayaki," which was the first thing on the menu. I looked at Hiashi with my special Puppy Dog Eyes(TM).

"This is a celebration for your adoption and Hinata-chan's birthday," Hiashi told me. "Don't worry about it, you can get a dessert."

"Chocolate-strawberry crepe, please," I said.

"C-could I have the cinnamon bun?" Hinata asked. Cinnamon bun for the cinnamon bun. Got it. Hiashi nodded.

"If it is fine for me to get a dessert as well, then I would like to try the coffee jelly," Neji added stiffly. The waitress left with our orders.

Hiashi cleared his throat. "I'd like to say something. Hizashi and Neji-kun, I want to apologize to you two for the fact that the two of you have been given the Caged Bird Seal."

"But it was tradition," Hizashi said, "and we were children when I was given my seal."

"I was still the cause of you getting your seal. And as for Neji-kun, I allowed it. It has come to my attention recently that the Caged Bird Seal is an imperfect means of protecting our bloodline and causes more grief than it does peace. Because of that, I, as the head of the Hyūga clan, would like to apologize to the two of you." He bowed his head. "I shall do my best to... make things better for the branch house in the future."

"Thank you, for that," Hizashi said. "I apologize for the attitude that I used to have towards you."

Hiashi shook his head. "It was perfectly understandable, there is no reason to apologize."

Naruto leaned over to me again. "So do you know what's going on here? Because I'm totally lost, 'ttebayo."

"Don't worry about it," I told him. "It's a Hyūga thing."

"Your desserts are here," the waitress said as she arrived with... well... I really shouldn't have to say. She handed us our desserts. I inspected mine. A crepe with whipped cream, chocolate, and strawberries in it. It certainly looked and smelled delicious. I took a bite.

(⊙_⊙) (❀‿❀) (◐ o ◑ ) (ღ˘◡˘ღ)ヽ(^◇^*)/ (ʃƪ˘ڡ˘)

"That... was beautiful," I said, on the verge of tears. I blinked, and my eyes felt really irritated. "Was I... crying?"

"How were you sparkling like that?" Neji asked, bewildered.

I thought about that for a second, then shrugged and made that "I don't know" noise. I took another bite of my crepe. It was freaking amazing. "This is probably the most delicious thing I've ever had." I really like sweet food.

"Mine's pretty good too," Hinata muttered.

"I'm glad you like it," Hikari said. "It's certainly nice to see you happy, considering where you were. How is yours, Naruto-chan?"

"It's great, 'ttebayo!" he exclaimed. "I haven't had dessert before, and this stuff is so good!"

I smiled slightly. "It's good to see you having fun, Naru-chan," I said.

kukukuku~

I stared at the grey-haired boy before me. "Hatake Kakashi," I said.

"That's me, kid," he confirmed. "I owe your father one, so he told me to teach you some ninjutsu. He told me what you can do already, so don't worry about that."

I nodded. "What first?"

"Seeing as you can already do the tree-climbing and water-walking jutsu, I feel like I should teach you the academy three, then see where we go from there. The academy three are three jutsu taught in the academy, as you might be able to guess. First, the clone jutsu. It lets you create a construct made of your chakra that looks and acts exactly like you. While it can't use jutsu and is destroyed the moment it touches something, it's a lot more useful than people give it credit, given the fact that it can be used as a distraction. These are the hand seals needed to use it." He demonstrated. "And then you push out some chakra to create the clone." There was a small pop and a second Kakashi appeared next to him. "It should just come out naturally when you use the seals, but you need to get the amount down right or the clone will look off. Now you try."

I licked my lips and shakily made the seals, sticking my tongue out slightly in concentration. I actually found it a little awkward to switch between the complex hand positions, but I was able to do it. I used what felt like an appropriate amount of chakra, but my clone ended up looking a little sick once the smoke cleared. Kakashi did that weird thing where you can tell he's smiling even though his mouth is covered. "That's actually really good for a first-timer. Your hand seals need some work, but that's nothing to be too worried about. Now, let's move on to the next jutsu."

kukukuku~

It was the evening, after Kakashi finished teaching me the academy three and making sure I could use them decently. "The thing that he needs to work on the most is his hand seals," Kakashi told Hiashi. "His chakra reserves are very good for someone of his age and he has decent control. He might be ready to begin proper elemental training sometime within the next year if he gets his reserves up a bit more."

"Good. Thank you for this, Kakashi-san," Hiashi said.

"Don't mention it. Now, is there anything else I should teach him?"

"If you could see about get him started on genjutsu, too, that would be good."

I focused on something else, and my vision shifted. I saw the Council of the Five Kage, Danzō's death, Naruto's talk with Kushina, Naruto taking the Kyuubi's chakra, and parts of the Fourth Shinobi War, fading out around when Naruto fought Nagato with Itachi. "So that's everything that writer!Me has seen since I got here," I muttered. I deactivated my eyes and then opened them, taking in the sight of my empty room once more. There wasn't much there yet, just the mirror that I'd used earlier, a bookshelf, a dresser, and my bed. There were enough windows that it was well-ventilated, which was very good for my (admittedly very minor) indoor allergy. The bed, which I was sitting on at the moment, was really comfortable, which was nice. The sheets and pillows were also really soft, which is why I was currently rubbing my face in them. There was an equally soft plush cat sitting right next to me, which I had only had to accidentally look at Hikari with Puppy Dog Eyes(TM) for about a second after seeing it in the shop before she caved and bought it for me. I chuckled, then sat up.

"It's kind of funny how I've already gotten rid of one of Kabuto's minions without even meaning to or knowing about, isn't it Fluffy-san?" Yes, I named the cat Fluffy-san. He was fluffy. Though he actually reminded me of Kyubey (from Madoka Magica, not Naru-chan's stomach). "Heck, I might have gotten rid of two, if that one guy was also one of the Edo Tensei zombies. Maybe I should start doing something about the rest... What do you think, Fluffy-san?" I grabbed Fluffy-san's head and made it bob up and down while saying, "EAT THEIR SOULS!" so that it sounded like Fluffy-san said it. For some reason, my voice sounded really demonic when I did that, even to me. "That's what you always say," I told him.

"Edo Tensei needs their souls, nya," Fluffy-san "said."

"True, but how am I going to eat their souls? I'm pretty sure those things give me indigestion."

"That sounds like a 'you' problem, nya."

I frowned at him. "You're kind of a jerk, Fluffy-san."

"That also sounds like a 'you' problem, nya."

I was actually really having fun with this. I fake-pouted. "Fiiiiine, I guess I'll just write down all the stuff I know and show it to Sarutobi..." I was about to get up to get the journal on my dresser that Hiashi had gotten me for my secret advisor duties, then stopped. "I've been meaning to do this... Hopefully I'm right about it." I placed my two index fingers together, then flowed a small amount of chakra through them. I bonded the two streams together, then pulled my fingers apart, making the chakra thin out until it was a barely-visible thread of chakra. I examined how it felt, then let it go. If tiny Sasori could do it, then I was confident tiny me could. I made a few attempts at it that didn't work quite right before finally recreating it without the weird pull-apart thing. I licked my lips. "Sweet." I tested out my new puppetry powers on Fluffy-san. It took me a few tries to stick it in him, but I got it eventually and it felt great.

"Didn't someone else do that first, nya?" I had him ask me.

"Yeah, but it's a power with so many uses and Suna just uses it for puppets. Puppets and literally nothing else. It's such a waste of a cool power and there are only two times that I know of that someone did something else with it that wasn't puppetry, and one of them used it to enhance her puppet-fighting! Now stop guilting me."

"You do realize that I'm literally just a puppet, right, nya?"

I gasped. "Oh no! I'm succumbing to Sunagakure Puppet Syndrome! I must use my new jutsu for something other than playing with killer dolls!" I shot chakra threads at the book, then reeled it in. "Yoink!" I said as I grabbed it.

"Why are you like this?" Neji asked me.

"NYAH!" I jumped so hard I almost fell off my bed. "Neji! How long have you been here?"

He rolled his eyes. "When you started trying to pick up your toy."

"My name is Fluffy-san, nya."

"What?"

"His name is Fluffy-san," I said as if he was the weird one. "Nya."

He gave me a bewildered look, before sighing and giving up. "You know what, nevermind. Hiashi-sama wanted me to check up on you."

I gave him a thumbs-up. "I'm fine, how about you?"

"I'm doing well. Thank you for asking. I'm going to go to bed now. Good night."

"Good night!"

kukukuku~

A/N: Shout out to Vapors by electrasev5n. I liked it. Someone finally used chakra threads for something aside from puppets. Seriously, why didn't any ninja do anything like some sort of Wind Release cutting wire jutsu? That would be so cool! Also Vapors was funny and made me laugh at several moments (Kakashi is a pretty pretty princess).

Right, so hopefully I'm doing a good job with this. I don't know if it's the best job, but it's at least good, right? Remember that, as always, I am very open to constructive criticism, so please criticize me constructively. Please.

#I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya's Butt #fanfiction #IWTKJB CH3 #Naruto #Naruto Shippuden spoilers

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kingofthewhatpod · 6 years

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Fanfic Friday #3

Oh god, oh dear, oh no. This was supposed to come out last Friday, and yet it was delayed for a week without any news. I mean, I did technically tweet it last Friday but maybe anyone who follows me can forgive me because this week you get both? And.... er... I’ll try to do better? Maybe I’ll do another post on my real thoughts about Fanfic Friday, but if you’re reading this, and you just want to get to the good stuff, let me delay no more!

I return to Fanfic Friday’s roots (after only a single week off, ha) of seeing how I would teak a non-canon arc. Heck, maybe I'll have constructive creativity for a canon arc one day. But not this day. Because I was originally sending these out as tweets, my thoughts in places are brief. Adventure in the Ocean's Naval was fine. It was palatable. But I don't want a slightly overcooked hamburger and some fries. I want steak with garlic mashed potatoes.

Things I liked:

The mystery of the island, however short lived

The guardian monsters

Captain Joke didn't have friends like Luffy, and that was his downfall

Things that could be improved:

Usopp/Nami didn't do much of anything

Magic not explained

who cares about Joke?

As before, I'll keep the premise. Mysterious island, land of adventure? check. But this time, there's no octopus, no immediate fight. Luffy and Zoro andd the ship still fall down below because hijinks. (maybe Zoro is napping and doesn't keep a careful eye on Luffy, who gets bored and starts messing around on the ship, or he sees a cool bug. And him running around somehow dislodges the anchor long enough that they fall). So they all end up down below, and they meet a rather shady old man (think Jafar disguised as the beggar) who tells them about this wicked cool treasure of the gods. It's on the other side of the island if they're brave enough to get it. It is said to grant any wish.

Usopp and Nami are probably freaked out, Sanji would very calmly be like "who would fall for that?" but Luffy has decided to go check it out, and Zoro is just like "he's the captain." So they end up going, some more willingly than others Now, you'll notice this call to adventure is some kind of bad guy (you know what? Make it a poorly disguised oni. Everyone notices except Luffy), instead of some kid. Firstly, I'm usually not a fan of the kid characters- even if they're related to the deeper themes. But also, maybe there *is* a village down here, and they meet a crying Hamu who is like "don't try to go get the treasure! Even Captain Joke, the hero pirate of the village couldn't do it!" But why would that deter Luffy? Answer: it wouldn't.

Luffy could be all "Yeah, but I bet he wasn't as strong as I am. I'm going to be King of the Pirates." (King of the What Now?) Maybe Hamu comes with to watch this idiot in action, maybe he just stays behind. The crew will come back through for the ship anyways and they can tell him about their adventure. Now, they get halfway across a suspiciously empty field, when all of a sudden these stone walls come up from the ground, creating a labyrinth and separating the crew. Luffy might try to rocket up but there's some magical barrier. Also you can't go back the way you came, inwards!

Now, Luffy will basically get lost and increasingly frustrated. I cannot stress how funny this mental image is, as he yells and rampages but to no avail. I don't think the Straw Hats can hear each other. As I mentioned in episode 25 of the podcast, it'd be interesting if the Straw Hats faced off against the former Joke pirates. You get just enough characterization through dialogue and actions that you feel like you actually know this character. Also, I want to touch on the nature of the Joke pirates. Joke was betrayed, just like in the original. But instead of faceless shapes, there are 4 you can clearly see. Also the hint of *something* off-camera giving off a dark red light.

Spoilers: But because Joke's commanders were evil-hearted, they became tainted, causing their forms to morph and become... well, weird and monstrous. We can imply the other no-name members of the Joke pirates were killed in the labyrinth or by these commanders

Anyways. Zombie commander guys facing Luffy's crew one on one. Zoro first. He faces a man clad in weird armor (because One Piece), who constantly bangs on his breastplate, simply saying "Strong! Strong!" He's very bulky and has tusks. Maybe make him look walrus-ish. Anyways, he's very strong, and he hits hard. Zoro can't pierce his armor, and there's no obvious weakpoints. This guy's deal is that he just wants to be strong, as a dark reflection of Zoro's own ambition. He wants it so bad he'd sell out his captain to make a deal with a monster. Eventually Zoro wins, I think by using the butt of his sword to BANG right on the dude's helmet, and then breaking the monster commander's weapon, maybe burying him beneath the rubble created by slashing the walls surrounding them. And of course Zoro gets a badass line. "What good is strength if you won't use it for your captain?" Because he is a GOOD, LOYAL BOY. Or maybe a comment on his enemy's internal weakness. "If you're too weak to stand and you get knocked down, stand up again even stronger"

Sanji's opponent: A rockstar with a wicked cool guitar and cool shades and a flashy jacket. Yes, I said a rockstar. This is One Piece which has all sorts of crazy character designs. Does it make sense that he has an electric guitar? Do I care? The ideological reason they're suited for each other is because this guy (maybe he's like a creature of the lagoon. Yeah that's it. He's more frog-ish) likes ladies but he's vain about it and only cares about himself (betrayed Joke because being a priate wasn't cool anymore). Anyways he fires actual music note shaped projectiles by strumming his guitar, and Sanji can't really get close at first. That is, until... maybe Froggy says he'll hunt down Nami? Yeah, and then Sanji kicks tthrough these weird music notes, runs forward and kicks him in the face!

"Coolness can't be forced," Sanji remarks, adjusting his tie. "And no woman would ever want to kiss you." (Also, side note, I'm not a huge fan of the shonen trope of suddenly becoming stronger when someone is threatened. But I couldn't think of a way for Sanji to win otherwise. I need to get better at this. That’s what having a weekly schedule is meant to help with!)

Usopp's opponent: A squid looking guy who hides behind cover and always runs from battle. He betrayed his captain because he was afraid of what would happen if they continued their journey. Usopp tries to snipe him when he comes up from behind cover but Squid boy is very fast. Usopp wins by purposefully acting all angry and firing a bunch of his explosion stars, secretly taking out the cover further down the battle field until the next time squiddy tries to run he gets blasted in the back. "How can a man run from danger for his whole life?" He asks with a smirk. Bonus points if his knees are still shaking while he says it

Nami: She faces a fairy. Yes, a lady who got all shrunk by the monster's power. Maybe a flying sea horse-ish type design, to keep it aquatic. She, like Nami, is money obsessed, and didn't want to share her treasure with Joke. She's another agile one and shoots giant bubbles. Can Nami polevault with that pole of hers? Yeah, let's say she can. So she leaps over one of the bubbles and maybe throws a coin past the lady, causing her lady to quickly look away- unable to resist the allure of gold- just in time for a nice solid smack of the pole. "Try thinking about others once in a while" is Nami's line before she continues through the maze.

Now, it seems the maze is magic in nature (no duh), and the Straw Hats (minus their captain) have come out of the maze. And before them is the treasure. But before they can approach, the red light from earlier. oh no! It's the old man from earlier! (who could have guessed???????) He gets huge and reveals his true form, growing in size, saying he'll never give up his treasure. But before the battle can start, you hear it. CRACK! WHUMP! CRACK! Cracks are appearing on some part of the maze wall behind them. It explodes and in comes an enraged Luffy! Angry that he was lost for so long. Bonus points, Sanji kicks a piece of rubble that was going to hit him, Zoro cuts a piece that was flying at him, and the eternal butt monkey Usopp gets hit in the head.

Luffy: Who's this? Zoro: Dunno Sanji: That's the old guy from earlier. Luffy: Whaaaat?? Grandpa wasn't a good person?? Nami: Honestly, captain... Usopp: *recovered from the rubble* Hey, Luffy, what was that, you jerk!!!

Now, the point is that this monster likes to sow chaos. Just like in the original special, Joke was betrayed because he had crappy friends. And The Straw Hats seem incredibly disorganized. So the monster king grins. "How would you like to join me and I'll grant you your wish?" Zoro, Nami, Sanji, Usopp, each of them get all quiet and start walking over to accept the deal. Luffy is watching them, a look of mild confusion on his face. They stand right in front of the thing and the monster grins. "Good," he says. All four of them at once give him a solid whack, kick, shot, and slide. "As if!!!" They cry in union. Luffy grins and punches the big creature in the gosh darn mouth. Well, probably the nose but I like to say "punch in the mouth"

He's not defeated *that* easily, and maybe if I spent more time rewriting and drafting this I could come up with an exciting narrative. The point is that the monster is too strong for even Luffy on their own, but they fight as a team.

You might think Luffy tends to prefer to fight alone, and maybe he does for a while. But the monster *could* wish himself stronger, and it could look like Luffy is about to lose when his crew mates save him, allowing him to prepare for an even stronger punch that will finish it. And of course the wish granting gem breaks. Of COURSE Luffy sends the monster flying and he smashes into the thing and it gets launched with him over the horizon or something. Of course everyone's mad but Luffy shrugs it off, since it's more about the journey than the destination So... yeah, that's basically it. Luffy comes back to the village, Hamu is like "How did you do it?" and Luffy just grins and is like "with help from my crew." And it's a sweet moment. Hopefully you liked it! I feel like this was the longest one yet.

Happy Friday everyone!

#KotWN #Fanfic Friday #chapter 3 #feedback appreciated #Sorry for being late

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beholdthepowerofyuri · 6 years

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Characters I’d Like To See In Smash Bros

With hints of Smash Bros eventually coming to Switch, there will, of course, likely be some new characters if/when that does eventually happen. That’s what this is about. Now, keep in mind that I’m not exactly holding breath on any of this actually becoming a thing, and I won’t be going over most commonly talked-about ones like Shantae, King K Rool or Shovel Knight, though I would love to see at least one (if not all three) of them make it into the game.

Anyways, let’s get this started...

Dark Matter - Kirby Series

Okay so...I know a lot of people want Bandanna Dee, and I have absolutely nothing against that. However, Smash needs more outright villains, and Dark Matter is one of the few recurring villains in the Kirby series aside from King Dedede...and even then, Dedede is more of an antihero than an actual villain.

But I digress.

In any case, I’m admittedly a little biased here, because the so-called Dark Matter Trilogy (Kirky’s Dream Land 2, Kirby’s Dream Land 3 and Kirby 64 for those who don’t know) are easily my favorite games in the series; Kirby 64 especially, what with the ability to mix powers.

Anyway, gameplay-wise, Dark Matter will be in his “Swordsman Form” by default. And to those you I can already hear bitching and moaning about “WAH ANOTHER SWORD FIGHTER”, all I have to say is “screw you swords are cool”. That said, he’d be similar to Robin, in that he’s not purely a melee fighter.

He’d act like a combination of Meta Knight and Jigglypuff; quick, precise sword attacks for his A attacks that can quickly add up to a lot of damage, but he’d also be a bit floaty and easy to knock around. For his special, here’s what I’m picturing;

B - A chargeable attack similar to Robin’s neutral Special. He forms an orb of energy at the tip of his sword, which gets progressively larger as its formed; when the button is pressed again, he launches it. If fully charged, it changes to a black lightning bolt that travels across the screen. Like Thoron, it comes out fast and hits hard, but the charging makes it easy to predict.

Up+B - a simple rising slash attack similar to Cloud’s Braver or Marth’s Dolphin Slash. It would be a bit slower-moving however. It wouldn’t do much damage if it hits, but goes up fairly high, making it a simple-yet-reliable recovery move so long as you don’t get knocked too far away from the stage. Depending on the input once the move is activated, it can either go straight upwards or diagonally in either direction.

Side+B - Another projectile from his sword, this time a series of three light sword beams. They don’t do a lot of damage and there’s no knockback if they hit (similar to Fox’s Blaster). But they’re extremely fast, and the damage can add up very quickly if one isn’t careful.

Down+B - Dark Matter summons four orange orbs which circle around him similar to Mega Man’s Leaf Shield. They damage anyone they touch, and will block most projectiles. Additionally, inputting the command while they’re already out will allow you to launch the orbs one by one. They explode on contact with someone/something, making it possible to catch other opponents in the blast even if they aren’t directly hit by it.

Final Smash: At first, I was picturing him summoning 0 and having it rain blood projectiles onto the field PK Starstorm-style. But after thinking about it, I decided on a Super Sonic/Mega Evolution-type transformation instead feeling as thought it would do him more justice.

Basically, he reverts to his “True Form”, trading all of his sword-based A attacks for a simple but powerful ramming attack. He can also fly around freely. In addition, while in this form, all of his specials get a buff of some kind.

His neutral B will always be the black lightning bolt without needing to charge it.

His Side+B packs more of a punch (actually having knockback if it hits) and he now fires them in all directions, shooting them one by one in a circular pattern.

His Down+B now summons six orbs, however they’re automatically launched in whatever direction Dark Matter is facing, as opposed to acting as a shield.

Meanwhile, his Up+B comes out a little faster and inflicts more damage if they hit. Also, no sword; just an upwards ramming attack. --- Muddy - Mole Mania

Okay so...admittedly, this one is a bit far fetched, though it was still technically a Nintendo game so it’s not completely out of the question. For those unfamiliar with it (since it was a rather obscure game), Mole Mania was a puzzle game made by Shigeru Miyamoto for the Game Boy, where you play as a mole named Muddy who’s set out to rescue his wife and children from an evil farmer.

The gameplay revolves around digging underground and pushing/throwing objects like iron balls and barrels around to destroy doors. It was a favorite of mine when I was little, and I’ve always thought it’d be neat if Muddy could show up in Smash Bros; though at this point, I’d be content with just an Assist Trophy.

He’d have a similar dynamic as Little Mac, in that he’d be powerful on the ground, but (as befitting a mole) absolute crap in the air.

However, he wouldn’t be as insanely hard-hitting as Little Mac; rather he’d be incredibly tanky and harder than most other characters to send flying. That said, like with Little Mac, his recovery is crap, so if/when he does go flying, he’s more than likely screwed.

His special moves would be as followed;

B - Summons one of three items (an iron ball, a large cabbage or a barrel), which he will immediately grab; from there, he can either kick it forwards or toss it behind him. The difference between the three items is purely cosmetic, merely to serve as a nod to the various items one can throw around in the game.

Side+B - Similar to his neutral B, he summons an item, only it’s immediately placed into a pipe. As long as the B button is held down, he will be able to freely aim the attack in whatever direction he wants. Doesn’t deal as much damage as the Neutral B, but is a lot faster.

Up+B - This...is the only one I’m not entirely sure about. All I know it would be very similar to Little Mac’s; effective if it lands, but terrible for recovering.

Down+B - Muddy digs underground, then comes back up for a surprise attack. Basically the same as Greninja’s Shadow Sneak in function and execution. If used in the air, he instead performs a diving attack of some sort.

Final Smash - A giant cabbage appears, dropping from the and landing several feet in front of him. If it hits anyone as it falls, it triggers a small cutscene where his wife and seven kids burst out of said cabbage and run to glomp the hell out of Muddy, trampling the opponent(s) in the process. --- Crono - Chrono Trigger

Yeah yeah. “BOOO ANOTHER SWORD FIGHTER” blah blah blah. Don’t care. Swords are cool. Though, this is the only other one I promise. So yeah. Chrono Trigger. Awesome game for the SNES that pretty any RPG fan is almost guaranteed to at least heard of. And for good reason, too; even now it’s widely (and rightfully so) considered one of the best RPGs period; let alone on the SNES, which gave us a lot of amazing RPGs.

So yeah. Crono. He’d be another “magic swordsman” character like Robin, with fast attacks and overall around balanced power/defense. He’d be a simple and easy to use character without any major gimmicks.

Special attacks;

B - Lightning: a short-to-mid-range attack where he brings down a bolt of electricity in front of him. It can be charged; the longer it’s charged, the farther away it is. That’s about it, really.

Side+B - Wind Slash: a simple projectile attack similar to Cloud’s Blade Beam

Up+B - Cyclone: A spinning attack along the lines of DK’s Spinning Kong; stronger on the ground than it is in the air, and great for recovering even if you’ve been knocked far away from the stage.

Down+B - Cleave: Crono leaps into the air and slashes downward as he comes down; think ZS Samus’, but with a sword.

Final Smash - Delta Force: The attack is triggered by Chrono casting Luminare, which causes a large blast of light to appear around him. If anyone is caught in said blast, it triggers a short cutscene where Marle and Lucca appear out of nowhere, and the three of them combine their Lightning II / Fire II / Ice II spells to blast the crap out of the opponent(s). Initially, I was originally just going to put Luminaire as the FS, but when I thought about it, it felt kinda wrong not to incorporate at least one Double/Triple Tech. --- Captain Syrup - Wario Land series

First off, the game needs more sexy female characters. Second, the Wario Land series needs more love, especially with how much it’s being overshadowed by the Wario Ware series (which I have nothing against, but I still love me some Wario Land). And third, as I’ve already mentioned, the game needs more villains. So why not kill three birds with one stone?

Serving as the main antagonist in the first two Wario Land games (and a reluctant ally in the most recent one), Captain Syrup is a treasure-obsessed pirate who constantly clashes with equally-greedy Wario, and at once point even tried to steal his fortune. As for gameplay, her normal A attack wouldn’t be anything special; some general punches, kicks and whatnot.

It’s through her specials that she’d stand out; no no pirate captain is complete without her crew, thus each of them would involve summoning members of said crew. Kinda like how King Dedede could throw Waddle Dees in Brawl. But taken to the fullest extreme.

B - She throws a Pirate Goom at the opponent, which proceed to stab anyone in front of them with their spears. If they don’t hit anyone, they’ll wander around until they either do hit someone or someone hits them; otherwise they just get bored and leave after a few seconds.

Up+B - She summons her ship’s faithful guardian, Bobo, and hitches a quick ride on his back. Basically, it’d be like Pit’s Power of Flight; insane range, but no damage to the opponents and it leaves you open a bit.

Side+B - She summons a Giant Spear Man and jumps onto it’s back. Then, said Giant Spear Man charges forward, mowing down anyone who happens to be in the way. Has a rare chance of summoning a Mecha Kuri, which is faster and hits harder.

Down+B - She summons a Dangerous Duck, which throws a large boomerang in whatever direction Syrup is facing. Has the longest range of all her attacks, and keeps going even if it hits someone. To balance it out, the damage isn’t that great, though the knockback it causes can still be great for keeping opponents away.

Final Smash - She summons the Genie (final boss from the first Wario Land game), and rides on its shoulder as it flies around and bombs the battlefield with fireballs.

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So...yeah. That’s it for now. This post has gotten long enough as it is. Like I said, these are just something I’d like to see; not holding my breath on any of them actually becoming a thing. Feel free to comment and/or throw in your two cents, so long as you keep it civil.

Wouldn’t mind hearing what others have to say about this.

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07: Lobster Trap

"Whoa, ooh, ugh... oof."

Disoriented after her trip through the portal, Rainbow Dash staggered for a moment before falling to her knees. She raised a hand to her head to steady it as the world around her swam into focus, chaotic voices slowly growing more distinct.

With a quick shake of her head, she snapped to attention. It was night, but she could see well enough thanks to several portable-looking spotlights nearby. There were people running this way and that, wearing what looked like... were those supposed to be military uniforms? Why would anybody outfit their troops with bright red uniforms?

In seconds, one of the spotlights had been pointed directly at her, causing her to squint and shield her eyes... but she could still tell that several of them were pointing weapons at her; some brandished swords and spears, while others propped up their rifles on rows of sandbags.

"What the - ?" Rainbow scrambled to her feet, but suddenly found herself hovering as her wings seemed to automatically kick in. Momentarily distracted, she glanced at them over her shoulder. "Oh hey, cool! When did that - ?"

"Attention!" a voice called out. "You will land and submit yourself to military custody immediately, or appropriate force will be employed!"

"What?!" Rainbow shook her head again, glaring against the spotlights as her hands balled into fists. "No way! I haven't done anything wrong. I'm just looking for my friends! Who do you guys think you - ow!"

Something small and sharp struck her side. Looking down, she winced as she carefully plucked what appeared to be a small dart embedded in her skin and immediately threw it away. "Hey! What's the deal with you guys? I, ugh..."

Why were her wings getting heavy?

Rainbow could feel her strength gradually leaving her as she descended slowly, falling to her knees again. She looked up to see two of the soldiers lowering their weapons and approaching her, lifting her roughly under her arms and beginning to drag her away. She tried to summon the will to resist, but her body would no longer obey.

"You... guys... suck..." was all she could manage before her consciousness faded completely.

*******

"...ugh."

Rainbow Dash was getting really sick of being dizzy.

Her surroundings had traded the military base for what looked like a crude cell, complete with iron bars and unpainted stone brick walls. Its only features were an equally barred window, a toilet, and a bed so uncomfortable she doubted she'd ever have fallen asleep on it if she hadn't been drugged.

She tried to reach for her head, only to find her arms wouldn't move - they were bound behind her back, as were her wings.

Rainbow fought the adrenaline urging her to leap to her feet as quickly as possible. Instead, she took her time with it to ward off the wave of disorientation she might have gotten otherwise and stood up gradually.

With that out of the way, her fear soon made way for anger, and she marched up to the bars of her cell to give one a solid kick. "Hey, let me outta here!"

"Good, you're awake."

A dark-skinned soldier stepped into view. He wore the same red uniform she'd seen before, but his had much larger and more elaborate patches on it - an indication of rank, maybe? She didn't actually care either way; she was too busy wishing she could punch him. "Who are you supposed to be?"

The soldier spent a moment idly straightening his sleeves. "You haven't heard of me before? Lieutenant Lucas Diamondback, youngest Victorian officer in decades? Master of the Illusion Blades?" He punctuated this by patting what appeared to be an empty sword sheath at his hip and smirking at her, as though expecting the gesture to mean something.

It really just made him look like a smug idiot.

Rainbow rolled her eyes. "Hmph. Tell someone who cares."

Lieutenant Whatever seemed particularly irked by this. "Hey, you're the one who asked! Besides, I'm cooler than any of you rebels will ever be!"

"You wouldn't know cool if it walked up and bit your tail," Rainbow spat. "Wait, 'rebels'? What the heck are you talking about?"

The lieutenant huffed. "Oh, don't bother. We already know you're some kind of secret weapon they developed to surprise attack us through the portal. Now we'll be prepared when more come through."

Rainbow's heart missed a beat as she remembered she hadn't been the first through the portal. "Wait a minute! Where are my friends?"

"I don't know." The lieutenant quirked an eyebrow, faking surprise. "You tell me. Where are your friends? And how many of you are there?"

Against her instincts, Rainbow bit her tongue. Whatever was going on, it was obvious this guy wasn't going to be any help to her in finding Pinkie and Rarity; any information she volunteered was as like as not to be used against them.

"Uh... n-nowhere," she stammered. Even if her lie was obvious, she at least owed it to them to put up an uncooperative front if it meant any chance at all of keeping them safe. "I-It was just me."

Were she not being held back by rope and iron bars, Rainbow would have been all too happy to see how much smirking this diamond-jerk would still be doing after she knocked half his teeth down his throat.

"Sure, whatever you say." He glanced at his watch. "Anyway, I have some preparations to oversee in case any of these not-friends of yours show up. Holler to the guards when you feel like cooperating; if you give us something useful to work with, we might even remember to feed you once or twice."

With a backhanded wave, he spun on his heel and marched down the corridor out of sight, leaving a furious Rainbow to stew in her own rage.

*******

Sitting in a cell for hours on end was seriously the most boring thing in the universe.

Granted, the passage of time was pretty hard to gauge in this place; she couldn't see all that much of the sky from her barred window, but she could almost swear the sun hadn't actually moved. She could hear voices every now and then from down the hall, but no one else had shown up to bother her.

Her stomach growled. Immediately she was reminded of that comment from... what was it, Diamondface? She almost wished she had offered him some information about them, just for her own peace of mind... but it wasn't worth it. Giving that jerk the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten to her was unappealing enough, but the thought of potentially selling out her friends made her heart sink - she would gladly endure this by herself for their sake.

If nothing else, she could at least hope that their absence from the adjoining cells meant they'd found a way to escape, and she was just the unlucky one who got caught.

"Hey... hey, over here!"

A barely audible whisper came from somewhere nearby, snapping Rainbow to attention. "What? Who's there?"

"Shhh, careful..." The voice seemed to be someone just outside the window, which was just barely too high up on the wall for her to see them. "We're gonna get you out of there, okay?"

Rainbow scowled, but said nothing. She wasn't exactly in the most trusting mood, but it wasn't like it could make things any worse, right? She hoped not, at any rate.

"Stay away from the wall here for a sec," the whisperer warned. "Once it's breached, I need you to hang a left, head as far as the back wall, then turn right past the crates. Move as quickly and quietly as you can. Okay?"

"Uh... got it?" Rainbow quirked an eyebrow, but backed up all the same.

A few seconds later, she heard the footsteps of someone dashing away from the wall, followed by a low rumble. As she watched, part of the wall beneath the window crumbled to dust, leaving a hole barely two feet in diameter.

"..."

It wasn't exactly what she expected, but it would have to do.

After a minute of awkward squirming made more difficult than it needed to be due to her still being partly tied up, Rainbow found herself standing on dirt and dry grass between two low buildings, with no one else in sight.

Off to the left, a tall concrete wall reminded her of the instructions she had been given, and she marched toward them. A stack of wooden crates sat just behind the corner of the building to the right... but it didn't look like anyone was there.

Rainbow snuck slowly past the crates. "Uh, hello? Is anybody - "

SLASH

Something sharp swung just behind Rainbow, missing her by a hair. Immediately, she felt the ropes binding her arms and wings slip, prompting her to shrug them the rest of the way off.

"Whew, that's better." Rainbow rubbed at her sore wrists and flexed her wings. "Hey, thanks for the save back...?"

She trailed off as she turned around to find herself staring at none other than the very lieutenant who had given her such a taunting before. He held a strange translucent sword in his hand, which he turned and threw at the wall, causing it to shatter and vanish into thin air.

"There. Hopefully that, uh, evens things out a little." He turned back toward Rainbow. "Hey, are you... uh oh."

"YOU!" she snarled.

Diamondback flinched, staggering backward a step. "W-Wait, maybe you shouldn't - "

Rainbow didn't wait for him to finish. Wings flared, she took off toward him with her magically enhanced speed, ready to throw a punch that she sincerely hoped would send him through the wall behind him.

It didn't, but not for the reason she was expecting. Instead, she bounced backward as her fist connected with some sort of barrier that had formed in front of him, and landed in a heap in the dirt. "Ow! What the hay?"

"I would appreciate you not manhandling my informant, please."

A tall, pale woman stepped into view. Sporting a long green dress and a big green ribbon with long tails tied in sky blue hair that went halfway down her back, she was probably the silliest thing Rainbow had seen all day. Her hand was outstretched toward the lieutenant, but she lowered it as she approached, causing the barrier in front of him to fizzle and vanish. Crouching, she extended it to Rainbow instead.

"My name is Scarlet Lombardia, ally of the Cascadian Rebellion," she declared.

Rainbow stared for a moment at the offered hand before finally taking it and allowing herself to be pulled to her feet. "Uh... right. Then I'm Rainbow Dash."

Scarlet blinked, hesitating for a moment. "An... unorthodox name I suppose, but an amusingly apt one," she concluded, her eyes lingering on the teen's impressively ostentatious hair. "Rainbow Dash, I believe we can be of use to one another."

"Huh? What do you mean by - " Rainbow stopped mid-sentence, turning to Diamondback as a memory resurfaced. "Wait a minute! You said I was the one working with these 'rebels,' but that's what you're doing! What's going on here?"

"Shh, keep your voice down!" The lieutenant winced. "Yeah, I am. And I'm sorry about before... I, uh, kinda had to put on a good show until I could contact Scarlet here and put a plan together to get you out." He idly straightened his sleeves. "That trick I used will only work once, though; there'll be a guard tower back here by this time tomorrow, and the longer we stand here, the more likely you are to get caught again."

Scarlet nodded. "While you deserve a proper explanation, time is a luxury we can ill afford. In short, I am here to offer you a deal, Rainbow Dash."

Rainbow glanced around. "A deal?"

"We of the rebellion fight for the liberation of this land from the very forces that detained you," Scarlet explained. "I believe you would be a valuable asset to our cause. Unless I am misinformed, those wings are no mere decoration, correct?"

More than happy to demonstrate, Rainbow hopped into the air and flew several speedy circles around them. The pair stared at her in awe, Scarlet in particular donning a delighted grin as the teen touched back down.

"Marvelous." Scarlet put her hands on her hips. "And yet, I saw a glimpse of even greater power just a bit ago, did I not?"

"Maybe you did!" Rainbow ran her fingers down the length of her wing. "I am pretty awesome, you know. Not really much of a soldier though," she admitted.

The lieutenant shrugged. "Oh, don't worry about that. Scarlet here is one of the best fighters I've ever seen. Found that out first-hand," he admitted, instinctively reaching up to rub his shoulder. "If anybody can teach you how to use your powers to fight, it's her."

"Wait, you can fight?" Rainbow looked Scarlet up and down. Her choice of dress seemed fairly lacking in the combat readiness department, and it covered a chubby frame that surpassed even the confection-loving Pinkie Pie. "No offense, but you... really don't look like it."

Scarlet hid her mouth behind her hand and giggled. "You are hardly the first to make that assessment, and I doubt you will be the last."

"Uh, more to the point," the lieutenant interrupted, "we're also prepared to do what we can to help you find your friends."

Scarlet nodded again. "The communication network in the region is rather heavily locked down, so while I can make no other promises, we will keep our eyes and ears open for any information that may lead us to them."

"So let me make sure I got this straight." Rainbow crossed her arms. "In exchange for helping me find my friends and teaching me how to use my powers to fight, you want me to help you beat up a bunch of punks who already shot me with a dart and locked me in a cell?"

Diamondback blinked. "Uh... actually, yeah, that's a pretty good summary."

Even now, she wasn't totally convinced she could trust them... but if she wanted to find Rarity and Pinkie, she could do a lot worse than finding allies, and here were two being handed to her on a platter.

Plus, it was a chance for her to impress them with her awesomeness. All in all, basically a no-brainer.

Rainbow Dash grinned. "When do we start?"

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d r a b b l e -

technically a repost from my old blog but kinda cleaned up a bit.

jazzele’s first death scene. tw applies for blood, and death, and gore beep beep x

note: all those other people with her are the einjerhar. oscar is just a friend.

She doesn’t remember how they got up here. She doesn’t remember any of this being in the details. Jazzele doesn’t know why she’s the last one standing, why all of her friends are broken and bleeding and dead and why the stench of blood reeks like that of pure carnage. It’s like a butcher shop, a massacre of animals and strewn body parts.

Only they’re the ones cut up and bleeding. Aquamarine hues are locked on to the source of her new nightmare, locked on to the demon that’s done this. He’s singlehandedly ruined her life in one fell swoop, taken away everyone she’s loved in mere minutes as the blood that once flowed through their veins now coats the floor in a sea of red. He in turn, stares back.

After all, she’s the last person still breathing. So why isn’t she afraid?

— “So - we just have to kick his ass, right?” The words are breathed past a huff of air, chapped lips stained a deep red from the punch he’d taken from that last - thing. Erik didn’t know what it was, but he was glad it was dead, an arrow dug straight through its baby faced visage. It was a little ironic. It’d looked like an angel but hit like a demon. He hadn’t liked it. ‘Deceitful little shit.’ “We kick his ass and kill whatever is left between these last few floors, yeah. That’s the idea.” The group’s leader pulls himself to his feet, his balance off as a sprained ankle impedes his movement. He leans on the wall, blood dripping from open wounds and a gash across his chest that hasn’t closed - no matter the healing that they’d tried to cure it with. Actually, none of their wounds were healing. Ramza growled as he ripped off another piece on his pants, trying his best to tie it around his chest in a pitiful attempt at a bandage. It slipped, dropped, fell to the ground - any slight movement to even attempt to get to it was fruitless. Everything honestly fucking hurt. His hands clenched into fists at his side as he struggled to stay calm, muscles rippling with the tension that traversed through his lean frame. Losing his temper would do him no good. They were all - they were already losing what little morale they had. They couldn’t falter now. Plum colored orbs scanned the group, staring at each fighter - down on their knees and dripping blood. Most of it wasn’t their own, thank Odin - but a good portion of it was. And it didn’t matter what Matthew did. The priests healing only did so much. He’d barely managed to save the others when they’d been about ready to drop. It seemed the only good it was for now, was a short dose of energy rather than any concrete cure. Something about this place negated their abilities to an astonishing degree. Or rather - Maybe they just weren’t up to dealing with anything like it. “Is everyone still alive?” He asked quietly, his gruff voice echoing throughout the hallway that they’d found a temporary safe haven in. A chorus of positives rang out amongst them, though there was no denying the exhaustion that weighed at each syllable as thought it was a collective emotion. They were running on empty. And they still had a good three floors to go. Was the mission really worth all this pain? He didn’t bother asking. He knew what they’d say. Yes. “Get up, you guys. We’re burning daylight.” He grumbled, trying not to sound like he was going soft, because he wasn’t supposed to be. He was their leader and they looked up to him to get their asses in gear. He had no idea what the fuck he was doing but they were following him, and they trusted him to get their shit together when they were literally dying. And he couldn’t let them down when they needed him the most. “Day light’s been dead for hours.” Oh, he didn’t need that. “Shut the sass, Nobu.” He hissed, turning his glare on the ninja leaning against the wall. Teal blue orbs turned on the leader, a rare snarl rising to his lips. “Sorry, master. Didn’t know you couldn’t handle the observation.” His accent was drawling and pissy and Ramza wanted to smack that shit off his lips. The rouge made to stalk over and punch the little shit in the face, when - “Stop.” A hand on his fist pulled him back, and he looked down, ready to swing at whoever had the fucking audacity - Stern aquamarine orbs met his own plum, framed by a fringe of the richest lavender hues - a soft hand tightening around his own in warning. “Don’t. Do it.” The lone female of the band of adventurers shook her head, a short chastise at his temper that only she could deliver - because she knew he wouldn’t raise a hand against her. “Nobu.” Her eyes flashed to his, tone sharp and cutting and enough to draw everyone’s attention. “Keep a lid on it, you’re wasting your breath and effort and we’re already all beat down as it is. This isn’t the time.” The girl herself looked a wreck. She had a bruise on her cheek and open wounds up and down her lithe frame. She swore she might have broken a rib when she’d slammed into that wall earlier. It didn’t matter. It’s a thought for another day. She could still handle it. She stares at them all, broken and beaten and by all means, quite ready to die. But no - they aren’t weak. They never were. Not against the pirates and the demons and the ninjas and all that they’d faced outside this tower. No. They weren’t ready to die yet. They wouldn’t. “Let’s finish this, okay? Then - then let’s go home.” The words are so soft, so simple – but they easily bring to mind thoughts of warmth and people and food. Things that gave them the motivation to always, always make it home.

It’s enough to get them moving. It takes a beat, maybe a minute or two - before someone finally manages to stand up. And with each warrior that picks themselves up, another follows. Until they’re all broken and bleeding but standing - And not yet ready to die. She had to smile. They’d be okay. —- She’d been wrong. —- They’d scaled the last three floors, using up whatever energy they’d managed to conserve. They’d left a trail of blood behind them, most of it not their own - and with every demon decapitated or stabbed to death - they could feel their morale returning. Crowd upon crowd of demonic Angels had swarmed them, beautiful and deadly and screeching, fiends more than ready to take their souls and devour what was left of them. But they’d killed each one. They were so close, they could taste the victory - the ale at the pub, a warm shower, the glory of riches and fame.

The promise of home. It was at the corridor before the final floor - that they paused, all of one mindset. They each stared at each other, gauging their comrades and wondering: was it enough? They weren’t - they weren’t up to par. They had to admit, they were weak, low on magic and ammo and strength. Armor had been shattered. Weapons had lost their sharp blade, with how much blood and gore they’d been tracking around. They barely had anything. They had their bodies and each other. And they had one potion. That was it.

It wouldn’t be enough. They’d ended up sharing it, one sip each - as though that small drop of magical water was enough to give them the strength they so sorely lacked. They believed it did. Or at least they tried too. But the fatigue was still hard on their bones. But they knew - they had to fight. They had to. “We’ve come this far.” Ramza whispered, looking at them all each in the eye and nodding gravely, as though trying to find the strength within him to ramp up their morale. “We don’t give up. One last demon and we go home. We can do this.” They were so close. So fucking close. What was one more demon? —- To their credit. They’d been stupid. — “No!” A hoarse scream left her lips, streaks of blood running down her cheek from the mesh of quick blades that’d slit past her head. The demon was fast, faster than anything she was used to, and she’d just barely managed to dodge it. But she’d been able to, and that’s what had mattered. Only when she’d turned around and realized - Andrew hadn’t. The sage was standing just behind her, staring at her with cerulean eyes - the color of the sea, deep and blue and so very beautiful - grown far too wide in shock. The deep shade was stark against his pale skin – blood oozing out from where his chest had been slashed like ribbons. Vivid red ran in rivulets down his frame - and he choked, stumbling to his knees and spitting blood past his lips before falling to the floor; staring at her with eyes far too blank, eyes far too dead. “No - no, no, no, no, please, no.” She was losing it, hands shaking as she reached for him, as though she could still save him - even when she knew he was gone. And he was gone. Just like Kyle - with his heart ripped out of his chest, like Emmet and his bashed in skull, Kato and Nate, burned alive. Like Rai and Dale and Hiro and Nobu. Nine. Nine dead bodies. Half of them were gone. There were only half of them left. He was picking them off one by one, like it was child’s play. And the demon knight was still standing and staring and acting like he was still so fucking bored of them. For all she knew - he was. The dancer turned away with a sharp gasp, closing her eyes and pretending she couldn’t see him. She couldn’t focus, fumbling hands reaching for her whip at her side, her only weapon left - her bow had been broken, smashed into smithereens in the corner along with her arrows - grabbing and reaching and pushing strength into her legs because she needed to fight. She had to. If not for herself, then for them. She wasn’t going to die. She wasn’t going to let their memories die here. She couldn’t! She barely registered the others moving, getting up and gathering strength, ready to charge all at once. Their energy lit the air, all of them of one mind. Thanatos needed to die. It was to her luck that he was looking at them, focused on the others enough that she knew she could jump him. She could see the magic gathering at his fingertips, the air growing cold with the spell he was ready to unleash on them all at once. But they could dodge it. She was sure of it. But this - It was her chance! Jazzele dashed towards Thanatos as he focused his attention on the other side of the room, her whip coming out - ready to strike even as her feet faltered, exhaustion making her fumble - only to attempt to skid to a halt as she recognized too late the sharp tip of his broad sword suddenly pointed directly at her heart. She couldn’t stop in time. The woman sucked in a breath, bracing herself for the sharp sting of pain, praying for a quick end. That she wouldn’t feel it. Please, please, please. Lost in her prayers, she barely heard the others scream.

She’d expected the sharp burst of pain, the feel of cold metal dragging through her chest and slicing through her heart like it was a thin sheet of paper.. But no. It hadn’t happened. Instead, instead – she’d felt warmth. Warmth, and the scent of the fresh tinge of blood. Her eyes opened, wondering why on Midgard - despite being involved in a battle that she was sure could be considered hell on earth - why she honestly felt so - Safe…? Her heart stopped. “No. Oh god, Oscar no!” Blue eyes widened, too bright, too blue, too - “Ssh, it’s okay.” A trembling hand ran its way down her cheek, smearing fresh blood down her skin, dragging and holding her cheek with a gentle touch - staring down at her as a bloody smile lit his lips. It was so reminiscent of when he would always smile at her after those days out together, when he’d give her flowers and those little trinkets he’d find on the road, when he’d come to her with things he knew she loved, when he knew just what to do to make her smile. He smiled at her like everything was so normal. Like he hadn’t just taken the blade to the chest that was meant for her. Like he wasn’t dying. Her lips opened, sucking in a breath as he stopped her, bloody fingers against her lips as though to hush her from speaking. “Stop. Stop. Don’t - it’s - okay.” How was this okay? How was this okay? How was any of this remotely okay?! “No. You liar. You fucking liar.” She hissed, feeling her breath hitch - her heart dying in her chest. “Don’t you fucking – this is not okay!” He hushed her, recognizing the panic in her eyes, the signs that she was breaking. He didn’t let her pull back, shaking his head as he held her against him, taking in her features as much as he could; hating the fact that his vision was blurring. Smothered in blood and crying, he couldn’t help but think: she was still so goddamn beautiful. And he could hear the screams, the shock of a thousand volts rushing through his friend’s bodies as they fell behind him. He couldn’t let her see. Never mind the fact that she’d already seen so much. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t let her see. They would all die. He knew that, without a damn doubt. But he’d saved her. Despite it all - he’d saved her. He didn’t mind dying so much now, if he could have given up his life for hers.

He loved her. “You have to go.” He whispered; shaking his head as he coughed, blood spurting down his chin - spraying her cheeks in streaks of vivid red. There didn’t seem to ever be an end to the red, now that he thought about it. They’d come to spill blood and take victory. They’d ended up spilling their own, and losing their own. Maybe it was just right. They’d been selfish, stupid, coming to conquer – as though they had any right. They deserved all of it. But she - she didn’t. Never mind that she was a part of their team, but he firmly believed she didn’t deserve this death. The one bright spark in his life. He wouldn’t let her die. He pressed a piece of - something into her hand, urging her to look down - to take hold and leave. “You have to go. Leave us. We’re done for.” “I’m not -” she choked, feeling her chest heave with the tears that shed from her eyes. “I’m not leaving -” she refused, refused to accept what she knew was a teleportation clip - a way for her to leave and get out and survive. A way for her to run away. She wouldn’t - “Jaz.” He shook his head, his fingers running along her cheeks - and staring hard at her. As though willing her to understand. “You have to go. You’ll die with the rest of us. And you can’t. I won’t let you. Don’t be stupid -” “I’m not leaving!” She just about screamed, voice hoarse and shrill, form shaking as her heart felt like it was about ready to burst. He realized belatedly – that it didn’t matter how strong they were. How many victories were under their belt. How many people celebrated them like heroes. They were still human. They were still mortal. So, so mortal. And she was still so small, so young, so fragile. Behind the bravado - They all were. “You have to live. For the rest of us.” She was shaking her head. She couldn’t understand, couldn’t get it through enough to think about it. She was adamant and she wouldn’t leave – she was no coward – They could still survive - still get home together. She would drag them home if she had to - “You’re boring me.” It was said so softly, she swore she must have imagined it. She wished she had. Suddenly – the tip of that same sword was inches from her chest, her eyes watching once more as Oscar - sweet, sweet Oscar, always taking care of her, watching over her, making her smile – choked on another heave of his own blood, watching and staring as the demon lurking behind him tore the man open once more. She could see the blood, the stark shade of red spurt out of him from behind. Thanatos stared at her in silence, crimson gaze boring into her own blue - frighteningly blank. His sword was buried deep in Oscar’s chest once more - and she could see out of him from the other end, with every small jerk of his battered body. Thanatos didn’t care. He’d killed everyone. Murdered them all like they were mere pigs for the slaughter.

And he didn’t care. One more choke, an attempt at life - and suddenly the sword was ripped out and she was catching a broken man, a dead man, cradling him in her arms as the last vestiges of life left him. He was staring at her, dying and gasping and trying to breathe, and then abruptly - he was gone.

Gone. Just like that. Oh, but he was still so warm. The screaming that erupted from her lips seemed damn near uncontrollable. “No! No, please, Odin no!” She was broken, crying and shaking and lost as she tried to bring her dear friend back to life – far, far too aware that she was the last one still alive on this damn battlefield. Her hands clutched him against her, as though holding him would bring him back, back to life, back to her. “Please - please - don’t leave me. D - don’t leave – you can’t – ” Aquamarine hues glazed over with tears, scanned over what was left of the carnage - hoping she still had someone - anyone – please, please. please - It was like begging a faucet for one measly drop of water in a desert drought. There was no salvation for them. And certainly none for her. She whimpered, a broken doll - fragile and cracked and shattered as she took in the tattered remains of what was left of her friends. Even Ramza. Strong, energetic, angry guild master that he was - He was dead too, his decapitated head staring at her just mere inches from her feet. She could only pray it was a nightmare. And yet suddenly, it was too quiet. Much too silent. There was no sound left to be heard on the floor, just her voice, whimpering as she cried out for a savior - to wake her up and get her out of this hell hole. She was dripping blood, so much so that it felt permanent, like it was branded into her skin and no bath could ever cleanse her of any of it.

She didn’t think this was how she would die.

She didn’t think she’d be the last one standing.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

And then the demon spoke, and what might have been deemed a comfort – only served to infuriate her further.

“You can still run, you know. I’ll let you.” His soft words were gruff, monotonous, accompanied by a shrug. Like he didn’t care whether she lived or died.

What was another broken body anyway?

He was done, that much was obvious. He’d had his fill. Wasn’t it better to leave at least one of these little twats to run? After all, any life was far better than a certain death, right? She could leave a legacy, or something. He didn’t care much.

All Thanatos wanted was to sleep. To spend the rest of his days of immortality locked away in the tower where he couldn’t hurt anyone. But then they’d come in, charging and attacking and ready to kill him – unaware that it was a suicide mission. He was a demon knight. The best that hells army had to offer. They should have been prepared.

It was almost sad.

Almost.

“You can still run. They would want you to.” It was all he said as he turned around, traipsing back past her friends bodies – his boots dragging their blood with him, a macabre path that led back up to his broken throne. “Do it for them.”

He could be benevolent. Merciful. It didn’t matter much to him. He just wanted to rest.

Ah, but – she wouldn’t let him.

In fact, she didn’t even register his offer, didn’t let it sink in. She wouldn’t have accepted it anyway.

At some point, while staring at everyone, their blank eyes and broken bodies stained with freshly spilled blood – she’d snapped.

She couldn’t leave.

She wouldn’t.

She wasn’t – they were – they were her friends. Her family.

What was left for her outside of these walls? Who was she to go home to now?

They were gone. They were all –

Gone.

Harsh gasps wracked her form as she sunk deeper and deeper into her darkened thoughts, frazzled and lost and desperate. Lithe hands, torn and bloody shifted to grasp for the whip at her side – tightening almost instinctively over the leather handle.

She’d always been rash. Not nearly as bad as the boys had been but - but this time, she wasn’t thinking anymore.

She couldn’t.

The crusader’s broken body fell to the side as she stood up, the dancer staring hard at the demon knight’s back, aquamarine eyes glazed over in a state of blank nothingness. The teleportation clip dropped to the ground, a forgotten relic to her last chance of saving herself. Oscar would have been disappointed. So what? So what if it was his final request? So what if she was being given a way out?

She didn’t care anymore.

Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Jazzele lunged, lithe frame shooting forward with that of a dancers grace, lilac locks spreading behind her in a flash of color –

The scene could almost be considered enchanting.

A short flash of light off the edge of his blade – and it felt like he’d barely moved. In all truth, he hadn’t even had to look up.

It didn’t matter. He’d just barely managed to hold back the urge to sigh.

The poor girl was still hanging off the edge of his sword anyway.

Jazzele sucked in a short gasp of air, instead tasting the metallic tinge of blood. Red and raw, she was sucked back into the moment as she realized that his blade, dripping with the blood of her comrades – was embedded deep into her chest, through flesh and bone and holding her up about a foot in the air.

And goddamn, but she could feel everything.

“God –“ She choked, the words feeling like lead on her tongue. She couldn’t speak – didn’t know what to say even if she could. Was she still praying? Even now? For what? And for who?

Odin would not answer her call. No Valkyrie would come for them. She was no hero.

None of them were.

They were just stupid adventurers who’d bitten off more than then they could chew.

A short turn and suddenly, she was slammed against a wall – swallowing her screams as blood oozed down her chin, filling her mouth with the sharp metallic taste of copper as he forced the sword into the concrete, broken form still hanging off the blade.

Was this her hell? Was this really how she would die?

Maybe it was. Maybe she’d – she’d done too much. Killed too many. Gotten too caught up in the fame and the glory and the thought of being a hero. Of being the best.

Maybe this was her punishment.

It was only fitting.

She was no fucking angel.

“You know –“ She was still spitting blood, still staring at the demon with eyes too wide on her face, trembling and jerking on the edge of his sword as the strength slowly left her broken frame. “You – could have run. You could have saved yourself.” He stared at her, cocking his head as eyes made of crimson hellfire stared at her in what actually seemed to be that of curiosity. “Are you stupid?”

What a question.

Yes.

Yes she was.

Tears dripped from her eyes, and she could feel the hatred burn beneath her skin. For the demon, for that job request, for them for even thinking they were anywhere near ready to do this.

For the hatred she held for herself, encouraging them into thinking that they could fucking make it.

She hated everything.

“Fan ta dig.” It’s one last curse – one she doesn’t even know if he’ll understand. But she doesn’t care. “Go fuck yourself.”

His response is nothing more than a smirk. “You’d like that, little doll. Too bad I don’t take orders from dead girls.” And with that, with that goddamn fucking smile on his face – he twists the blade in her chest – and she can feel – oh gods she can feel –

Her heart bursts in her chest, the organ rupturing as the action caused what was left of her feeble life to collapse into a shattered mess.

The damn girl doesn’t even have the strength left to scream.

He waits, and only pulls the blade out when she’s stopped twitching, when her hands are lax and she slumps over on the sword – her broken body slipping further down the wall.

Exactly as he’d said. She was reminiscent of a doll.

She’s a mess of blood. But he’s used to that. He doesn’t bother to leave a clean cut as he rips out the blade from her – the girls fragile frame collapsing into the tower floors, just another casualty once more. Just like all the others.

He won’t bother to clean them up. They’ll disintegrate soon enough. A few years, give or take. It might stink a bit, but –

Whatever.

He had the time.

#&& summer nights last forever (drabbles)#&& a siren beyond compare (jazzele headcannon)#/idk i just thought this needed to be transferred here i guess #/it gave me the urge to write for jackie tho #/so i'll be here tomorrow after work to inflict pain and angst on certain threads hihi #/goodnight #&& safety (tw blood)#&& safety (tw death)#tw blood

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