#magical strike au

[maplequeen94]

Please I’m just a humble veteran trying to catch up on AUs I’ve missed out on.

#hetalia #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #aph canada #hws canada #hetalia matthew williams #aph america #alfred f jones #hws america #aph england #arthur kirkland #hws england #hws france #francis bonnefoy #aph france #magical strike au #maple rambles #please for the love of god someone infodump

[lightprkdraws]

I missed these two :( And magical strike, it's probably one of my favourite hetalia AUs

#also cardverse #i gotta draw some cardverse... #and... yeah ngl i kinda forgot how to draw alfred ;-; #usuk #hws england #hws america #hetalia #hetalia fanart #magical strike #magical strike au

[fireandiceland]

magical strike is actually such a wonderful opportunity for FrUs yet it is barely touched. Imagine the drama. The rivalry. The enemies to lovers to enemies again. The WUMP.

#if I ever go through with frus or frukus week there’s going to be a magical strike day #aph america #aph france #frus #magical strike au #hetalia #Riva.txt

[meinu-darling]

Fruk Magical strike au ?

🇫🇷FRUK Magical Strike Au🇬🇧

May he cast a spell for thou heart!! <3

(Poor england getting caught up with France's shenanigans)

Tysm for the request!!

Notes and reblogs are highly appreciated

[SHIP REQUEST OPEN]

#hetalia #fruk #aph fruk #aph england #ukfr #francis bonnefoy #magical strike au #hetalia fruk #arthur kirkland

[massivebadonker]

He's so fine

#aph canada #hws canada #hetalia #aph #hws #magical strike au #magical strike #hetalia canada

[diatomaceous-worth]

doing housekeeping take an alfred

#magical strike au #hws america #hetalia #diat draws #from like a year ago i didnt like it but i like his hair here now

[olympeline]

I need Magical Strike AU with Arthur as a struggling single dad to Peter. It’s part of the reason The Company™ has such a hold on him. Debts and threats of violence are bad enough: debts and threats when you have a young dependent = so much worse

IDK if Peter would be a blood relative or just an orphan kid Arthur takes in. Or both. Because Jones Corp. bulldozed his orphanage and put up a new office idk let’s go full ridiculous here lol

Either way, it’s a difficult and strained relationship because Peter is (understandably) clingy and lonely but Arthur is working 25/7 and permanently stressed and exhausted. His brothers try to help out, but they’re in other countries and have their own problems anyway (hc that Jones Corp. already crushed Britain before moving on to France) so it’s not easy. They send money and care packages when they can

Then Francis shows up and turns the Kirkland household tiny, shitty apartment upside down. Peter loves him from the start in both forms, much to Arthur’s displeasure

Peter: He fancies you. He told me :D

Francis: Oh, really? :D

Peter: Yeah! He likes your pretty hair and dress :D

Francis: He thinks they’re pretty? :D

Arthur:…

Arthur:…

Arthur:…🍺🥃🍷🍺🍺🍺

#hetalia #magical strike au #fruk #aph england #aph france #aph sealand #hws england #hws sealand #hws france #my posts #magical strike #Arthur Kirkland #Francis Bonnefoy #Peter Kirkland

[raynepigeon]

This sketch is uh.....something.

I should stop drawing after midnight it never ends well.

#hetalia #aph france #aph england #magical strike au #art wip #skut mig i hövve snälla

[ilhui-maylart]

Hice un cómic chiquito de Francia y México referente a mi fanfic del AU de Magical Strike 😗✌️

#hetalia #hetalia mexico #hetalia oc #mexico #hetalia world stars #aph mexico #aph oc #magical strike au #hetalia france #aph france #hetalia magical strike

[headingalaxys-spicy]

omg i loved your magical strike ask 🫶

may i request a yandere magical strike america with a metal head darling who’s a guitarist?

This ask has Aggretsuko vibes on it, and I just finished the final season soooooooooo.

He isn't taken by surprise like some of the others, would be. He knows that people definitely have polar opposite sides to them sometimes and the degree varies. And for him, he feels like he should be the only one to witness this wild side of yours.

He found out about your special talent when you were shredding your guitar right after work. Some motherfucker was trying to catch dez hands the moment the phrase: "I don't want to talk to you. You've been rude. Where is your manager? I won't be insulted this way." You could practically hear the stupid bitch put her nose in the air when she said that. Before you even had a chance to politely respond while holding the poison on your tongue back in a dam, the witch hangs up in your face.

'Okay... well least I don't have to continue a conversation with that bitch anymore.' You think to yourself as you continue typing away on your computer. You had better things to worry about than some Boomer who couldn't get a grip on reality.

Then the phone proceeded to ring again about 20 minutes later. It was that old hag again.

This only adds more heat to your already budding irritation, and you are ready to explode. So you do what a metalhead does best: scream our head off and play your guitar and pretend that your fingers moving across the strings and ripping that rude witches face off.

"THE LION. THE WITCH AND THE AUDACITY OF THAT BITCH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Alfred heard your shrieking in the area and decided to see what the hell was going on. After all, he was bored and didn't really feel like being in another one of his business meetings. Yes, yes big oil and how he'll be destroying more natural land to get it and other crap. Alfred eventually find that room that you've escaped to and it's an abandoned reading room that few university students use. A perfect hideout and a great way for him to look through the glass as he watched you headbang and yell out to the mostly soundproof room how much you wish certain people should go fuck themselves, and take their entitlement with them. He'll watch for a few minutes before he will make himself know to you by interrupting your little vent session.

A lone person clapping interrupts you.

"You have quite the musical talent. I could really feel the power coming off of your lyrics. You have a show coming up soon I'd love to support your music."

These are the beginnings of where his control with begin. He will introduce you to the right people to get you a ' recording interview.'

With a top dog at a major record label. You nail it, and your road to stardom is a long grueling one. Where Alfred will begin to attach more and more control over you and you never seem to be able to have a moment without him when you're not on the stage, recording, or signing autographs. (Although during any of those events, he's never too far away and likely has another one of his henchmen watching you.)

He controls your tour schedule and schedules outside of your music career as well. Since you're exhausted from the long nights of practice, recording, and traveling, you tend not to notice the amount of control he has over you. Sure, when it comes to the paparazzi and such he always makes sure that you're close to him and he's probably giving you a peck on the cheek or a gentle peck on the lips for the cameras. He's ensuring all know that the famous metalhead is taken already.

As for fans who may be obsessed with you, Alfred has thought ahead. He uses a mix of Ai technology and his undercover agents to keep fans he deems too clingy. (IE they may be a Stan on Twitter who has concert tickets and a meet-and-greet pass. or someone who nonchalantly said on FB "I'd marry Y/N." Or even so far as having access to any device that has searched your name or band, become a part of his 'system' of which his computers and men will monitor for threats. They will be dealt with accordingly. )

Regardless escaping his watchful eyes is virtually impossible.

#hetalia fanfiction #hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere x reader #hetalia imagines #hws alfred f jones #alfred jones #answered #hetalia fandom #hetalia fanfiction writers #magical strike au #hetalia magical strike au #headingalaxys spicy #headingalaxys writes stuff #hetalia headcannons

[luciality]

What if Magical Strike seduces The Company President's Son in an attempt to gain access to the boss's office and private company information that he can leak like proof of violation of labor laws and wage theft and other corporate evils. Oh but what if he falls in love with Alfred along the way. What if underneath the bratty rich kid attitude is a genuinely kind soul who wants to love and be loved but doesn't know how. Alfred never had a role model for healthy relationships in his life all he knows is money and greed and manipulation from his evil businessman father, and Francis's heart bleeds for him and as they spend time together he can show Alfred how to be a good person and he falls in love because Alfred can be so thoughtful and loving and generous. Francis is estatic when Alfred says he'll talk to his dad about some of the stuff they've discussed. Yes, he finally got through to Alfred's heart, Alfred Jones isn't like his father he's a good man he will help he will support- And Alfred texts his dad like "magical strike is gonna be gone for the next two weeks so u can fire the unionists while he's gone" and then takes Francis away on a romantic vacation for two weeks with no internet access or news channels.

alternate ending: alfred really has changed and the two elope and alfred joins in the fight for workers rights and becomes a cute little socialist and his father disowns him

#ALFRED IS THE VILLAIN WHO THINKS HES THE HERO #FRANCIS THINKS HE CAN FIX HIM #WHETHER OR NOT HE CAN FIX HIM DEPENDS ON HOW IM FEELING TODAY #BUT GENERALLY THIS IS THE MAGICAL STRIKE VIBE #magical strike au #aph america #aph france #frus #im trying to tag and stay organized on my blog #shut up luci

[maplequeen94]

TBH there's not a whole lotta lore to magical strike. Much of it was fanon building on what little canon there is.

The base of it is that France is a magical girl. His thing is striking, probably from that joke strip from years back where Hima joked about how the French went on strike so often. The villain in the AU is America, who is the son of the company president (no names or anything, just "company", so what kind of company it is varies in fanon). He fights France, I'm guessing trying to keep his strike from succeeding/keep France from getting company workers to unionize.

Other player characters in the AU is England and Japan. England works for America's dad's company as a salaryman (so IG accounting? IDK), and Japan IIRC works for the press, mainly as a photographer, I think. As it's England, he doesn't seem to agree with France/Magical Strike ("Magical Strike" is the name of France's alter ego, not just the AU), so in fanon, he usually gets depicted as a bootlicker.

For the most part, Magical Strike AUs tend to be used for crack type fics, and I've seen a few fics that make Russia the son or CEO of a company rivaling America's, but I don't remember him being introduced in the canon AU.

Thank you so much!!!! The Magical Strike AU has interested me for a while but I could never seem to find anything explaining the lore behind it.

All I knew about it was the "France is a magical girl and his powers revolve around striking" part and how it's an extension of the striking joke and that England, Japan, and America (sometimes I see Canada and Russia featured) are characters in it too.

I assumed it was a Fanon AU that the fandom created for themselves but I had no idea where canon ended and fanon began and what was the "accepted" lore the fandom created for the fanon AU.

I feel like an old lady, with you dang kids and your new AUs that I can't keep up with. 😂

#but for real thank you anon you are a blessing 😭 #hetalia #maple rambles #hetalia axis powers #hetalia world stars #ask #maple answers #magical strike au

[purple1234aaababa]

So to all hetalians if your still out there can someplease make a magical strike au that is actully magical!! And the btt are the magical heroes can and the villans can oh so be like there family oh and romano and italy can also be villans and germany too! It will be so cool

#magical strike au #axis powers hetalia #hetalia au #btt

[pinksugarscrub]

Sun and Moon

Deep sea! Hobie x mermaid! reader

Scenario: Inspired by an ask by🪦anon on @the-kr8tor 's blog! When two fish nerds meet.

taglist: @theres-a-spider-in-my-pillowcase

Warnings: blood, gore

Parts: 1, ?

Prologue

Bottles and vials clink together. It’s a sound you’ve come to love as you scribble in your notebook. Pearls coated in luminescent algae overhead so you can see your work. Held together by strings of silk or seaweed.

You sneak a glance at him. Watching as he mixes together a new concoction before quickly looking down and pretending to write when in all reality there’s an out of place squiggle on the page. You wait a few minutes before bringing your attention back to the man you love. A fishing net around his waist (a new addition) that holds together his black robe. Neck littered with random trinkets, shells, and pearls.

Sighing softly you rest your chin in your palm. The sketch of him long forgotten as you admire the real thing. This time you don’t shy away when he looks over his shoulder.

Hobie laughs softly, “caught you…” His eyes sparkling as he sets down his tools. Swimming over to your side he towers over you (quite easily I might add) as he reaches down. Gently, he rubs his thumb over your jaw. “What are you thinking about guppy? Me?”

Bubbles leave your lips as you laugh. Playfully pushing his hand away but it’s soon replaced by his own lips as he leans down. Peppering kisses to every inch of skin he can reach.

“Yes and-” You laugh louder as he changes to blowing raspberries against your neck. “-no! And if you don’t stop I won’t tell you anything!”

Hobie, of course, ignores this and wraps his tentacles around your waist. Bringing you closer until you’re effectively trapped. The only portion of you left uncovered are your fins. Flailing weakly against the water.

“I could just force it out of you my love,” he grins. The pearls in his hair shining under the dim light that managed to squeeze through a crack in the cave. You’ll never get tired of the way his eyes glow, even under the sunlight. Like gold rings of fire that you’ve seen on the mainland.

“You could,” you muse,“but are you going to?”

He stares.

You stare right back.

Then he clicks his tongue and loosens his grip but only enough to allow you to shift around to lay against him. The telltale sign being his hand placed over your naval.

You follow his motions without protest and eventually you both settle into the comfort of your bed full of kelp and sea sponge. His chin resting atop your head as he wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately tracing the outline of gold in your scales ever so gently.

“Alright, on with it. What did I do this time?”

Hobie relishes in your laugh. If he could, he would bottle up the sound and keep it tucked away for the days you’re away. He wishes he could finally convince you to stay but he wouldn’t think of ever getting in the way of your dream. For now, the daily visits would suffice.

“I was just thinking…about the day we met.”

“The day we met?” He repeats. Chuckling as he moves to bury his nose into the crook of your neck. “What about it lovie? Are you missing the days where my hair was longer?”

Your eyes glaze over the scar on your tail. The scales surrounding it are a bit discolored but iridescent nonetheless.

You reach for his hands wanting to seek the same feeling you felt all those months ago. Tending to you. Even the rings on his fingers are the same except for one on his left hand. The peridot matching the one around your neck. He glady intertwines your fingers.

“You did look quite rugged,” you tease.

His chest rumbles beneath your back. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

You inhale sharply.“Anyway-”

“No, no, we’re coming back to that.”

You shush him while petting one of his tentacles and he practically melts into jelly. Accepting defeat he moves another tentacle to caress your fin. You chuckle at the gesture. He might as well be a sea urchin.

“I was just wondering, what would have happened if you hadn’t found me.”

He pauses, taking his hand and lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Why are you thinking about that?” You can practically feel him frowning. “Are you-”

“No,” you answer quickly. Smiling softly to reassure him. “I’m not. I feel safe with you.”

Hobie scans your face for any sign of a lie. Knowing how stubborn you can be when admitting to having nightmares again.

“I mean it love,” you laugh. Shaking your head as you poked his nose. “Don’t look so distressed. I’m referring to how much you’ve changed my life.”

He quirks a brow and you can’t help but laugh harder. Seems you have some convincing to do.

It’s not easy recalling some memories from the past but you can’t have light, without the darkness. Much like Hobie can’t be without his sun and you, can’t be without your moon.

Chapter one

Scavengers were the absolute bane of your existence. For weeks, weeks, you’ve been sourcing red seaweed. Rare red seaweed. Because greed and pollution seem to infect every corner of the sea now. It’s specifically ordered to be used as parchment for royal records and as the kingdom’s archivist it’s your duty to provide. You would lose your job in an instant if someone, anyone, found you unfit to continue guarding documents that are as old as the man who calls himself your superior.

You can’t lose the one chance you have to advance into a position you actually enjoy. So if it takes you another decade of stocking scrolls and collecting algae, so be it! But you can’t do that if you don’t figure out some way to get the remaining seaweed.

There isn’t much you can do except probe the regular patrons of the library for any leads. They seem to pity you with how their eyes follow you as you sift through maps that you already know like the back of your hand. You’re hoping a new path will magically appear on the page when you blink.

It’s hours before you finally stop and rest. You don’t think you’ve swam this much in months.

“A witch?” A voice whispers.

You sit up straighter on the bed of sponge you’re sitting on. Leaning over to see past the spiral staircase of stone. There’s a woman— scratch that—two women along with a small girl. The young mermaid sucking on her thumb as her eyes traced over the coral chandelier.

Witches weren’t…unheard of but it’s not like you believed in such stories. They were just tactics used to scare children into eating their clams and keeping them away from deeper water.

The stories claim witches have golden irises that can turn you into seafoam with just one glance. A voice so enchanting that they use it to lure sailors just as much as they would merfolk. The only positive thing you’ve heard over the years is their ability to heal but even that came at a price.

You sit back into your original position. Making bubble rings and watching them make their way to the surface.

The women are talking in hushed tones that you deem unnecessary with how vacant the library is. You close your eyes as you continue to listen in. Gossip is normally beneath you but you need a laugh after how long a day you had. Honestly, you’re only taking bits and pieces of information until you hear one word, apothecary. And it’s like it all clicks into place.

“An apothecary!” You laugh before promptly slapping your hand over your mouth.

How could you be so stupid? An apothecary! There were several of them strewn about. Most abandoned as the men and women who practiced lived inside the kingdom now. In the past however, they always grew their own stock to avoid having to pay merchants or hire a forager. If you can find just one, that should be enough to satisfy the king’s order. What’s even better is it’s entirely possible you’ll be able to regrow what was stolen. It’s the best solution you could have asked for.

By some miracle your ‘aha’ moment isn’t heard. Neither is the flick of your fins as you sneak past the trio. You really don’t want to try to justify your eavesdropping and you’re sure they don’t want to discuss the existence of something only known to be in folklore with a very skeptical scholar.

The water rushing by your ears blocks out the rest of their conversation. Only the statues bear witness about the abandoned apothecary the witch inhabits.

~

That night you gather a sickle, a ration pack, and a bag with plenty of room to stuff bundles of seaweed into. A map tucked into the outside pocket.

There were six apothecaries in total, all surrounding the castle at varying distances. There’s a chance the ones closest have already been raided so you decide to venture further out towards the ones in the south. You’re both excited and terrified to be venturing out on your own but maybe this will prove you are capable.

When the sun rises, you’re already out the door. Compass in hand as you swim around the castle gates.

You are in complete awe at everything you see. Tall stalks of coral the size of ships and fish so bright you have to stop and admire them. You try not to get too distracted but with the number of things you see you lose your way. Heading East, toward the dark sea.

After what feels like hours you arrive at the mouth of a cavern. So large it almost seems to come to life as the shadow cast from the sun moves low. Fish swimming in and out like it was sucking and spitting them out.

Flipping open the map you stare at pathways. Tilting your head to try to make sense of the markings. There is an obvious seal at the edge of the cave but the image is practically scratched off so you can’t identify it. Your compass, as it turns out, is left unusable as it spins in every direction. Obviously, this isn’t good news but did you really risk all of this just to return home empty handed?

You swallow thickly as you stare down into the cave. It can’t be…too far. Can it?

Circling the entrance you gnaw on your thumb. Turning away to face the already rising moon. You weren’t expecting to stay out all day but you have enough supplies to tide you over for the night. You’re not completely inexperienced.

A deep rumble echoes through the water and you pause. Eyes darting to the cave again and darkness stares right back but it dawns on you as you feel the current shift that it wasn’t coming from inside.

This was wrong. You shouldn’t be here.

The fish dart away to any available crevice along with the vibrant anemone that sink back into themselves. Another hum reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to look behind you.

Shaking you count to ten then twenty before a shadow is cast overhead. The sea is silent. Nothing moves, nothing breathes except…

A leviathan.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

You choke back a sob. It reeks of death. Jaws stained with blood, fresh blood as it dissipates into the sea.

Stories filter through your mind at a mile a minute. You were told about great adventurers. Of their bravery and cunning against giants like the leviathan but you feel neither brave or prepared.

For the first time you hear your heartbeat. You weren’t even aware that, that was possible. Maybe it was a form of mercy, feeling your lifeforce before it was stripped from you.

It’s waiting. You can see it. Its eyes have never left yours. Its pupils so dark it reminds you of the sky. Above the surface of what you call home.

You make the mistake of looking away and everything happens in an instant.

You scream and it bellows as it strikes. Hot rushes of pain erupt with every flick of its head as it tries to swallow you whole. Jagged rocks digging into your skin as your hands bleed from smashing against its teeth. Your fear only doubles as it takes you deeper into the cave you were so hesitant to even look at. You can’t see, just feel and hear the monster that’s in front of you.

You wish you hadn’t tried to fight back. You wish you were home. You wish it had killed you quicker.

You’re so disoriented that the flashes of light that spark into your vision you mistake for the sun. The heat of each bang doing nothing to aid the tears in your body.

The leviathan roars and with each smash of glass it shrinks back until eventually it flees. Thick tail hitting the walls of stone and breaking just the surface.

You hear sounds above the calamity, words that you can’t make out because you think it’s finally over. You can rest now.

Gentle hands run over your body as you lose consciousness. Holding onto you like you were as precious as a pearl. Rings of gold are the last thing you see.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #atsv hobie #spiderman atsv #across the spiderverse #spider punk x reader #hobie x reader #fluff #angst? #deep sea au #🪦 anon #thank you again! #initially a short story #now two parts #when inspiration strikes- #mermay #mermaid #x mermaid reader #wasn't sure I could tag you 🪦anon so I used your alias #I don't do dark magic I'm sorry! So it does stray from the original ask

[hellonerf]

do they know how gay they look

#hetalia #magical strike #caname #aph america #aph canada #amecan #hws america #hws canada #alfred f jones #matthew williams #myart #hetalia au #now if i ever draw magical strike theyre all caname #theyre the freak twins in that au i decided

[massivebadonker]

Idk I just think he's neat

#hetalia #aph #hws #aph america #hetalia america #hws america #alfred f jones #magical strike #magical strike au