Fics, Memes, and Drabbles

[wightknight]

A collection of all the writing I've done for my characters over the years in memes.  Also a place to request a fic.  Respond wih one of your characters, one of mine, and a one-sentence or one-word prompt and I'll write a short fic.

Fics by Character
Lucas | Mother 3 (9)
Yuki Nagato | The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (4)
Susan Sto Helit | Discworld (17)
Grimsley | Pokemon (3)
Beast Boy | Teen Titans (1)
Ivan | Golden Sun (1)
Palom | Final Fantasy IV (1)
Miscellaneous | Characters Never/No Longer Played (2)

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Lucas/Margot | Magic

[a_gentle_boy]

“On your right!”

Her warning comes in the nick of time. He isn’t as small as he used to be, and where ducking would have worked fine in the past, he’s forced to throw himself bodily to the side to avoid being struck by the rocket barreling his way. As he tumbles, a sharp pain suddenly blossoms out from his right side; a stifled cry escapes. The enemy gives a grunt of satisfaction as it races by, horn gleaming red. He’s on his feet again and dashing towards his ally before it can turn back around, a hand clamped to his injury. It would take much more than a glancing blow to keep him down – within moments, the blood has staunched as the wound stitches itself together.

He gathers his PSI into his fists and raises them into a defensive stance. The weaver does the same, her hands wreathed in flame. There is an oddly familiar feeling about all this.

“Lucas, what is this thing?”

“It’s a Rhinocerocket. Be careful, Miss Margot - If you hit any part except the head too hard, the whole thing could explode. ...Here it comes!” He leaps upwards as the chimera turns back around, its rhinoceros head snorting in maddened fury. A brief flash of light and a diamond shaped pattern of energy slams into the creature, knocking it off its intended path into a high arc. Despite this, Lucas frowns as he lands lightly back on the ground. “…It’s no good. It’s put up a PSI Shield; I can’t get through until it’s broken.”

“Then it’s a good thing I don’t use PSI.” A flick of a hand, and she debuts her substantial power with a conventional fireball. Then another. And a third. As she sends spell after spell hurtling in the Rhinocerocket’s direction, he’s suddenly reminded of another hot-headed girl with an affinity for throwing around flames.

“Wait. I don’t know if setting it on fire is – ” A sudden roar as a fireball connects, smashing straight into the body of the chimera. ...The hope that it’s been put down for good is quickly abandoned when it makes another wide turn, now sporting a spiffy new coat of flames fueled by the thrusters in the rear. He stares in disbelief. “ – a good idea. Run!”

The rocket surges between them, just barely missing as they dive in opposite directions, Lucas holding up a Shield of his own and Margot repelling the flames with her weaving. She glances towards him and smiles apologetically. “Whoops. Now who’d have known that could happen?” Its power amplified by the flames, the rocket has surged far past them; it struggles to make a turn at its new velocity.

He shakes his head as he struggles to his feet. “It’s fine. …Don’t you have any… ice powers? Ice magic? Ice… weaving?”

Her face blanches for a moment at this suggestion. “Uh. Yes. …Yes, I do. Sort of. Water’s not really my thing.”

At this, he nods and quickly moves forward to close the distance between them. “That's fine! You can do it, Miss Margot. I know you can.”

“Lucas, I really don’t – Look, it’s coming back around! We don't have much time.”

“Please, just try it! …I can give you a little help. C’mon!” Without warning, the boy’s entire body radiates light, and he stretches both hands towards her. “Attack Up – Ω!”

The feeling is bizarre. She can’t quite explain it; it isn’t a rush of energy so much as it feels like an… expansion of what's already there. As if she can leap tall buildings in a single bound with the same amount of effort it would take to leap a tall stack of Legos. …Well. There was nothing to lose. Turning to face the barreling rocket, she takes a deep breath and begins to concentrate. Water. Placid. Calm. …The exact opposite of what she is, but at this moment in time, it is what she needs to be.

Another breath and she reaches out towards the environment around her. Water was the easiest of the elements to find. It lay in all things, dormant – sky, sea, grass, dirt… From all living things did water flow. She stretches out her hands and draws in the element from the very air around her, drawing it inwards towards the power that already dwells within. Water. Flowing. Soothing. Relentless. Ice. Unyielding. Stubborn. Crushing. The strength of a glacier and the persistence of a driving stream.

...She takes her emotions. She takes the ambiance. She takes the soft breaths of the boy beside her, the hissing steam off the enemy before her, and the enduring spirit she finds in her own heart.

And she weaves it all together.

“Now!”

The horrific shrieking that rings in his ears, he realizes later, is the sound of an arctic storm being compressed into a dome with a radius of three feet. The Rhinocerocket never stands a chance. As it contacts the ultra-cool air, it freezes solid, crashes to the ground, and shatters into a million tiny shards of ice. …Ice and rhinoceros bits. When he’s done shielding his face, he stares for a long moment. And continues to stare even as the world around them flickers, returning them to the familiar backyard in which they had initiated this exercise.

He’s holding a book in his hands.

“Miss Margot, that was incredible!”

“Y-Yeah…” She dusts off her hands with a slightly dazed expression in her eyes before she recovers herself. “I mean… Well, you know. A magic monster-making book is pretty incredible itself.”

He shakes his head quickly and laughs, a bright, cheerful sound. “It’s all fake! I told you, it’s just a copy of my memories... But I definitely don’t remember ever seeing anything that impressive.”

She gives another shrug and moves in for the head-ruffle. “...Hey. Know what I think we deserve after all that hard work?”

“…A malt?”

“You got it.”