Nanoha FanFiction Discussion

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

Another ViCia short! Wheee! A little one-sided, but meh. Pre-Never Confessed, Vivio's fourteen and Lutecia's eighteen.

Spoiler for Keep Your Thoughts Close:

Lutecia had never hated her job.

Oh, true, she’d strongly disliked it at times, been horribly depressed by it when things had gone wrong, and on a truly dark, nasty day she’d even been amused by it when all she could do was laugh at the situation.

But she’d never actually hated her job.

Not until now, anyway.

“Alphine, you’re baring your teeth.” Amused by the situation, Victor crunched happily on his Snickers bar, having an addiction to the things that rivaled his occasional partner’s love for cherry Coke.

“I am not.”

“Okay, fine, but you’ve been glaring at the kid ever since he stopped to talk to the girl. Relax. Let him have fun. We’re supposed to protect him, not kill him.”

It was, in all honesty, a very easy job this time around; Shadows were members of a covert group, but it didn’t mean they always had to kill, lie, and hurt to get what they wanted. They could just as easily protect and save, if only from a distance, and were occasionally given such missions; these cases tended to fall in the realm of protecting a powerful politician with enemies, as the case usually was.

Lutecia hated this job with a passion.

The reason? Because the boy she was supposed to be protecting—some kid named Billy Gold or something, she was pretty sure his first name was Billy—went to Vivio’s school. And currently, he was flirting with Vivio.

Fourteen-year-old Vivio. Billy was sixteen. It was taking all of Lutecia’s willpower to not see red as he leaned in closer to her best friend.

Because, of course, that was why she was so annoyed. Vivio was still young, and Billy had plenty of girls his own age who were interested in him. She was just concerned about it, the way a close friend or older sister would be. That was all. That was the only reason she wanted to summon Garyuu and have him drag the foolish boy away…

“He’s coming our way.”

Lutecia blinked as Billy bounced over to them, grinning like a fool. The purple-haired woman saw Vivio leave with Lio and Corona and relaxed slightly. “Did you see that girl?” Billy gushed, gesturing to Vivio, who thankfully couldn’t see the pair because of the distance. “She was hot, man! I think she was totally digging me!”

Lutecia’s hand flashed out.

Billy yelped, rubbing the back of his head as Lutecia turned away and started to walk. “Hey! What was that for?!” he complained. “I was just stating a fact!”

“She’s too young for you.” Lutecia’s voice was calm, collected, and just a little too cold. “Keep your priorities in order.”

“Young? She’s only two years behind me!”

“You should be thinking about protecting your life, not bagging a fourteen-year-old when you have plenty of girls your age who want to date you.” Lutecia turned away. “Let’s go, Storm, the Admiral wanted us to bring him back to headquarters.”

Victor saw the slight tremor in Lutecia’s hands and chuckled softly. “Sure,” he said easily.

“What the hell’s her problem?” Billy grumbled, lowering his hand even though the back of his head still hurt.

“That girl you were flirting with?” Victor smirked. “She’s Alphine’s best friend.”

Billy’s eyes widened. “Seriously?! But, she’s, like… isn’t Alphine eighteen?”

“Yeah.” Victor chuckled again. “It’s an odd little friendship, but Alphine values it more than she values her own life. So watch your step around the kid, all right? Alphine’ll kill you if you don’t.”

Billy stared after him for a moment, then grumbled and jogged after the pair, walking between them. “Freakin’ hypocrite,” he muttered, aiming a glare at Lutecia, though she didn’t notice.

Still, though, she WAS hot… I wonder if I could sneak her into my room without Dad noticing…

SMACK.

“I didn’t even say anything!!”

“It’s called speaking mentally, dumbass! Learn to control it on your own, or I’ll make you learn!” Lutecia barked.

Victor just smiled.

Heh heh. Cute. Hypocrite. Aren't we all?

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Yahooooo~

Spoiler for SfE 11:

Mad scientists were not supposed to be nervous or afraid, that was part of what “mad” entailed, utter lunacy in the face of everything, no thought or consideration of consequence and absolutely no fretful worrying. Jail had already defied his label, at least he hoped he had. But, there were times when frankly, he missed being mad.

Being mad meant never staring at the telephone, the angel on your right telling you to pick it up, the devil on your left cowering in the corner. Being mad meant you wouldn't care what the girl on the other end would have to say. Being mad meant it wouldn't cross your mind that every passing second added to the chance that you wouldn't be the first person to tell her. If only he were mad his hand would have been able to move several inches to the phone.

Jail had to tell her, more then that he wanted to be the one to tell her. He had to set things straight from the get go, to tell her in a calm and orderly fashion that it was no fault of his that there was a man running around with the exact same face as Jail, committing the same sorts of crimes Jail used to commit and having the same fashion sense as Jail. …

No no, it was hopeless. Jail stood no chance, none whatsoever. He gripped his desk in despair, digging his nails into the wood. Besides, the paper had confirmed it. It had confirmed, unequivocally, what Jail had been suspecting and hiding from for months. Just reading about it had stirred up the fire in his chest. The idea of being out there, taking and taking. He wanted it. He wanted to be the one doing the stealing. He wanted to be out there expanding his possessions. He wanted- he wanted- HE WANT-

Jail forced himself to let out the breath he'd been holding in. In. Out. In. Out. He slowly but surely cooled the fire within himself. “It's no u-”

CRASH!

“?” Jail turned around in his chair and moved onto his feet, the sound had come from outside his door. A million scenarios played in his head. TSAB agents swarming through the laboratory. Zest deciding Jail's “live and let live” policy wasn't okay with him. Wendi accidentally getting to that 3rd base Sein was already yammering about (whatever it was) and Nove chasing her through the building.

None of them were correct.

“M-Maria! You can't go in there!”

“Nove. I respect that you want to protect him, but this is between me and Jail.”

THUNK! THUD! BAM!

“Nove! Maria, no one is allowed in the Doctor's private chambers except for Uno!”

“Wendi, take care not to stand between a girl and her man, now go make sure your girlfriend didn't hurt herself on that wall.”

“Wait, she's not my girlf-”

FWONK! THWONK! SPWONK!

“Spwonk? What kind of sound is spowk?” Jail mused as the door to his room slid open, or rather was forced open .

“Jail Scaglietti you have a whole lot of explaining to do.” Ice, her voice was sheer ice. It froze the entire room over, Jail couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do much of anything but stand there and stutter,

“I-I-I-I didn't.”

“That's your explanation for a highly publicized robbery from a TSAB facility?” Maria's gaze narrowed, her arms crossed and her foot tapped angrily.

“Ahem.”

Jail didn't need to speak, because a knight in shining skirt came to his rescue.

Uno tapped Maria on the shoulder, holding out a newspaper. She smiled in way that read both as “take a look” and “think carefully on your next move”.

Maria took the paper. She had barely glanced down at it when her entire expression changed into one of confusion, “this isn't you.”

“That's because I didn't do it.” Though how Maria was able to tell Jail apart from the fake was beyond him.

“I'm sorry,” Her eyes turned to the floor, “I came in here and accused you without even looking at the paper.” Maria sniffled.

“Why are you crying?” Jail was not sure what to do in this situation. This was a new thing. … Why did he suddenly feel like the bad guy? For once he hadn't done any thing wrong?

“Sniff, because I'm an idiot, sniff.”

Behind Maria, Uno motioned in what could only mean, “hug her”.

Jail awkwardly stepped forward and put his arms around Maria, affection was not his strong point, but at least he could touch her without his heart trying to run a marathon. “...There...there? You're not an idiot.”

Sniffle. "Yes I am."

"Um... okay then."

"You're not supposed to agree with me." She tried to sound angry but it didn't quite work, her small grin showed through.

"I see." He didn't get her. But he was comfortable like this. Just being there, with her, even if he didn't understand half of what came out of her mouth.

But as they stood there, Jail couldn't silence the little voice tugging at the back of his mind, reminding him that Maria had thought he could have done it.

~~~

“So Tre~ Have you heard? Have you heard?”

Why was Quattro always so noisy? Tre shut her book, turning to face the bespectacled number. “Heard what? That the girl is rampaging about?”

“No, who cares about something so bo~ring~” Quattro giggled, and leaned on Tre's shoulder. Was it that difficult to respect personal space? “The new Doctor~ the new Doctor~”

“It's just another clone Quattro, nothing that interesting.”

“Your problem is that you have no vision Tre.” Quattro poked Tre's cheek, “You're just a big old bore,” Quattro looked over her shoulder, “isn't she, Sette?”

Sette seemed to process the question for a moment before responding, “Yes, Tre is a bore.”

Tre's eyebrow twitched, “Just because I'm not as playful as those children does not make me a bore.”

“Yes. You are not a bore.”

Both Quattro and Tre's lips lifted in amusement.

Quattro shrugged, “Maybe I did a little too well when getting rid of all your unnecessary emotions Sette. Oh well, oh well, a thousand of one, two thousand of another.” Her playful eyes darkened and her eyes glinted. “We have plans to discuss.”

Tre's eyes flickered to Sette by the door, “Sette take this time to go through the 5th routine again.”

Sette nodded and walked out the door without even considering alternate options.

“It's too bad she's the only one of those brats worth keeping around,” Quattro snickered. Tre hated when she got like this.

“I thought you were fond of Dieci.” Rather, Dieci was the younger sister placed under Quattro's direct care.

Quattro shrugged, “If she's not going to be useful for me then I have no need for her.”

Tre smirked, “How cold.”

Spoiler for A/N:

In which we're reminded of Jail's true nature :P

More moving the story along. 1st scene's kinda rushed, I'll probably extend it in the FF.net version (up to ch3 right now!)

And so for the first time ever... Sette has a speaking role! Keep your eyes on her :3.

I don't like Quattro. I was fine with Jail but I really really didn't like Quattro, I found her to be more villainous then Jail really. Tre's just Tre but I'm really turning her into a bad guy aren't I

Previously:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Nooooez! How dare you give Sette a speaking role! I, of course, am kidding.

I always saw Tre as someone who while bad, wasn't evil. So... ... Yeah, I guess I just see her as an annoyed person that has to deal with (as she sees it) annoying people around her.

Poor Nove, still getting Worf'd in fanfiction. I still want Nove to meet Subaru for some reason.

No Fate scene this time, oh well... *Laughs* Fate sees Jail and JAIL face each other down, she'd probably snap right then and there.

Quattro, I don't think anyone here likes Quattro.

Edit: Page claim for everyone hating Quattro!

[Nagumo]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

Heh heh. Cute. Hypocrite. Aren't we all?




Nooooez! How dare you give Sette a speaking role! I, of course, am kidding.

I always saw Tre as someone who while bad, wasn't evil. So... ... Yeah, I guess I just see her as an annoyed person that has to deal with (as she sees it) annoying people around her.

Poor Nove, still getting Worf'd in fanfiction. I still want Nove to meet Subaru for some reason.

No Fate scene this time, oh well... *Laughs* Fate sees Jail and JAIL face each other down, she'd probably snap right then and there.

Quattro, I don't think anyone here likes Quattro.

Edit: Page claim for everyone hating Quattro!

So Glasses-nee = EVIL!
Frowny-nee = Serious Professional?
KOSMOS-nee = ???

[deathcurse]

Originally Posted by TheShinySword

Yahooooo~

Spoiler for SfE 11:

Mad scientists were not supposed to be nervous or afraid, that was part of what “mad” entailed, utter lunacy in the face of everything, no thought or consideration of consequence and absolutely no fretful worrying. Jail had already defied his label, at least he hoped he had. But, there were times when frankly, he missed being mad.

Being mad meant never staring at the telephone, the angel on your right telling you to pick it up, the devil on your left cowering in the corner. Being mad meant you wouldn't care what the girl on the other end would have to say. Being mad meant it wouldn't cross your mind that every passing second added to the chance that you wouldn't be the first person to tell her. If only he were mad his hand would have been able to move several inches to the phone.

Jail had to tell her, more then that he wanted to be the one to tell her. He had to set things straight from the get go, to tell her in a calm and orderly fashion that it was no fault of his that there was a man running around with the exact same face as Jail, committing the same sorts of crimes Jail used to commit and having the same fashion sense as Jail. …

No no, it was hopeless. Jail stood no chance, none whatsoever. He gripped his desk in despair, digging his nails into the wood. Besides, the paper had confirmed it. It had confirmed, unequivocally, what Jail had been suspecting and hiding from for months. Just reading about it had stirred up the fire in his chest. The idea of being out there, taking and taking. He wanted it. He wanted to be the one doing the stealing. He wanted to be out there expanding his possessions. He wanted- he wanted- HE WANT-

Jail forced himself to let out the breath he'd been holding in. In. Out. In. Out. He slowly but surely cooled the fire within himself. “It's no u-”

CRASH!

“?” Jail turned around in his chair and moved onto his feet, the sound had come from outside his door. A million scenarios played in his head. TSAB agents swarming through the laboratory. Zest deciding Jail's “live and let live” policy wasn't okay with him. Wendi accidentally getting to that 3rd base Sein was already yammering about (whatever it was) and Nove chasing her through the building.

None of them were correct.

“M-Maria! You can't go in there!”

“Nove. I respect that you want to protect him, but this is between me and Jail.”

THUNK! THUD! BAM!

“Nove! Maria, no one is allowed in the Doctor's private chambers except for Uno!”

“Wendi, take care not to stand between a girl and her man, now go make sure your girlfriend didn't hurt herself on that wall.”

“Wait, she's not my girlf-”

FWONK! THWONK! SPWONK!

“Spwonk? What kind of sound is spowk?” Jail mused as the door to his room slid open, or rather was forced open .

“Jail Scaglietti you have a whole lot of explaining to do.” Ice, her voice was sheer ice. It froze the entire room over, Jail couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do much of anything but stand there and stutter,

“I-I-I-I didn't.”

“That's your explanation for a highly publicized robbery from a TSAB facility?” Maria's gaze narrowed, her arms crossed and her foot tapped angrily.

“Ahem.”

Jail didn't need to speak, because a knight in shining skirt came to his rescue.

Uno tapped Maria on the shoulder, holding out a newspaper. She smiled in way that read both as “take a look” and “think carefully on your next move”.

Maria took the paper. She had barely glanced down at it when her entire expression changed into one of confusion, “this isn't you.”

“That's because I didn't do it.” Though how Maria was able to tell Jail apart from the fake was beyond him.

“I'm sorry,” Her eyes turned to the floor, “I came in here and accused you without even looking at the paper.” Maria sniffled.

“Why are you crying?” Jail was not sure what to do in this situation. This was a new thing. … Why did he suddenly feel like the bad guy? For once he hadn't done any thing wrong?

“Sniff, because I'm an idiot, sniff.”

Behind Maria, Uno motioned in what could only mean, “hug her”.

Jail awkwardly stepped forward and put his arms around Maria, affection was not his strong point, but at least he could touch her without his heart trying to run a marathon. “...There...there? You're not an idiot.”

Sniffle. "Yes I am."

"Um... okay then."

"You're not supposed to agree with me." She tried to sound angry but it didn't quite work, her small grin showed through.

"I see." He didn't get her. But he was comfortable like this. Just being there, with her, even if he didn't understand half of what came out of her mouth.

But as they stood there, Jail couldn't silence the little voice tugging at the back of his mind, reminding him that Maria had thought he could have done it.

~~~

“So Tre~ Have you heard? Have you heard?”

Why was Quattro always so noisy? Tre shut her book, turning to face the bespectacled number. “Heard what? That the girl is rampaging about?”

“No, who cares about something so bo~ring~” Quattro giggled, and leaned on Tre's shoulder. Was it that difficult to respect personal space? “The new Doctor~ the new Doctor~”

“It's just another clone Quattro, nothing that interesting.”

“Your problem is that you have no vision Tre.” Quattro poked Tre's cheek, “You're just a big old bore,” Quattro looked over her shoulder, “isn't she, Sette?”

Sette seemed to process the question for a moment before responding, “Yes, Tre is a bore.”

Tre's eyebrow twitched, “Just because I'm not as playful as those children does not make me a bore.”

“Yes. You are not a bore.”

Both Quattro and Tre's lips lifted in amusement.

Quattro shrugged, “Maybe I did a little too well when getting rid of all your unnecessary emotions Sette. Oh well, oh well, a thousand of one, two thousand of another.” Her playful eyes darkened and her eyes glinted. “We have plans to discuss.”

Tre's eyes flickered to Sette by the door, “Sette take this time to go through the 5th routine again.”

Sette nodded and walked out the door without even considering alternate options.

“It's too bad she's the only one of those brats worth keeping around,” Quattro snickered. Tre hated when she got like this.

“I thought you were fond of Dieci.” Rather, Dieci was the younger sister placed under Quattro's direct care.

Quattro shrugged, “If she's not going to be useful for me then I have no need for her.”

Tre smirked, “How cold.”

Spoiler for A/N:

In which we're reminded of Jail's true nature :P

More moving the story along. 1st scene's kinda rushed, I'll probably extend it in the FF.net version (up to ch3 right now!)

And so for the first time ever... Sette has a speaking role! Keep your eyes on her :3.

I don't like Quattro. I was fine with Jail but I really really didn't like Quattro, I found her to be more villainous then Jail really. Tre's just Tre but I'm really turning her into a bad guy aren't I

Previously:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

...Poor Jail.

I can't believe I would actually think that >.> But I totally feel for him. Can't ever shake that reputation, poor man.

[AdmiralTigerclaw]

Give Jail a few more months with Maria, she'll have him Whipped... right into an upstanding citizen.

[Satashi]

Thinking of doing a lemon.... What characters would you like to see?

A.) NanoFate
B.) Yuunoha
C.) Tea/Subaru
D.) Fate/Yuuno
E.) Hayate/ Yuuno
F.) Fate/Nanoha/Hayate
G.) Vivio/Syn

[Hekate]

F. The more the merrier?

[RadiantBeam]

B. Yuunoha never gets enough love.

[BPHaru]

This please:


After such beautiful doujin you can go wrong with our sweetest couple.

A.) NanoFate Please.

(Click here if you missed the doujin.)

[Kurush]

I see A, B, C and E. I got difficulty choosing.

A is very popular, always a favorite.

B deserves to be more of, in my opinion.

C is so great should both be drunk and/or frustrated just for the heck of it.

E: Great blackmail material for A in case Hayate or Yuuno has done them wrong about something.

And now my head is dizzy.

[Nya~n]

I'd have said Vice/Teana if you provided the choice, but since there's none...

B.
Yuunoha needs more fleshing out, if you catch my drift... :3

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by Satashi

Thinking of doing a lemon.... What characters would you like to see?

A.) NanoFate
B.) Yuunoha
C.) Tea/Subaru
D.) Fate/Yuuno
E.) Hayate/ Yuuno
F.) Fate/Nanoha/Hayate
G.) Vivio/Syn

To be honest, there's not enough lemons of any of that. So...

Lesse... NanoFate, as much as I love it, gets a lot of love in the doujin community.

The rest, not so much... This is really, really hard to think...

...

I gotta go with F.) Fate/Nanoha/Hayate here.

[The Guy Named Zeo]

B. Yuunoha needs more love.

[Sassy_Bread]

Originally Posted by Satashi

Thinking of doing a lemon.... What characters would you like to see?

A.) NanoFate
B.) Yuunoha
C.) Tea/Subaru
D.) Fate/Yuuno
E.) Hayate/ Yuuno
F.) Fate/Nanoha/Hayate
G.) Vivio/Syn

How about a...huge orgy? Well...excluding Vivio and Syn...

j/k.

Actually....some Yuunoha (B). The poor brainybishounenwhogotthrownunderthebus guy doesn't get any lovin'. Besides, there aren't a lot of fics for that pairing anyway.

[Alavon]

B

I haven't read a Yuunoha lemon. And also, there aren't enough Yuunoha out there... So i'm curious....

[Satashi]

A-I
B- IIIII
F- II

@Kurush: what was your vote? @_@ your post wasn't clear

[Tempy]

I vote H.

H for HAREM END. NanoYuunoFateHayate. HAHAHAHHAHA.

Or B. Could go with B.

[Sheba]

B, let's tip the scales some more.

[XenahortCharybdis]

Well, snap. It looks like this is a shelling!

Now, Jenkins, get me the B-52s!

Darn boys need some lovin', and God sure knows it!

*Note that a Guro End is perfectly okay as well. Friendly Fire and Collateral Damage is accepted as mandatory in a Nanoha fic, whether by arcane, physical, demographic or emotional fallout.*

[Estavali]

D.

What, you were expecting something else? =3

[mechdra]

B

What about Erio X Caro X Lutecia?