Nanoha FanFiction Discussion

[MrBirthday]

*Reconsiders* Well, maybe a short ficlet, since that's about the limit of my writing ability.

Spoiler for Scene:

(scene at a diner)
Bob: "Hey, Wally, who's the blond guy that looks like his heart got ripped out and thrown into a blender?"

Wally: *looks at the person in question, and winces as he recalls gossip about what happened* "Yuuno Scrya."

Bob: "Well, what's his problem?"

Wally: "Girlfriend troubles. Well, would-be girlfriend troubles, actually. He told a girl that he's had feelings for since he was nine how he felt. She shot him down."

Bob: "Well, that has to suck."

Wally: *dryly* "I'll bet. Thing is, around everyone he knows, he smiles and acts like everything's alright. It's only in here that he even hints about how he really feels."

Bob: "Damn. Not even someone to talk to about it..." *looks at clock* "Well, since my shift's about over, and that guy is about the only customer left in here, I'll be clocking out. Good night, Boss."

Wally: "Goodnight, Bob."

*Time passes by. Eventually, Wally and Yuuno are the only two people left in the diner.*

Wally: *looking at Yuuno* Someone to talk to, eh? *Goes over to the sign on the diner's door and flips it to "Closed", then walks to where Yunno is and sits down to face him.*

Yuuno: "Huh?" *looks at the sign on the door* "Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be leaving now."
*gets up to leave*

Wally: *puts his hand on Yuuno's shoulder and presses him back down into the seat* "Sit down, and take a look at yourself..."

Edit: By the way, if someone wants to take this idea and run with it, feel free to include, alter, or discard this scene as you see fit.

Spoiler for Note 1:

Listening to the song, I tend to think of everything but the last part as somebody running over the situation in their mind and/or discussing it with another person, and the last part as actually going over and talking to the guy in question.

Spoiler for Note 2:

Confession time. I don't really write fics for any fandom because all I'm good for are fairly short character interaction bits like this. That's why I don't write fanfiction in general. In addition, I haven't actually seen Nanoha. All my knowledge comes from articles on Wikipedia, TV Tropes, video bits on Youtube, and comments that people have made in various places. (With all the reliability problems that implies.) I plan on buying the sets for the first show and A's ASAP, and then I'll look for fansubs of StrikerS, I guess.

Spoiler for Note 3:

If you want to know what got me interested enough in the show to actually look around for in-depth information and fics, it was the Prototype video. I first found the link for it in the TV Tropes article "What Could Have Been." Although I knew it was not the direction the actual show took, it piqued my interest. (Tangent: I think it would be interesting if someone took the original idea and adapted it into a fic, except maybe incorporating elements from the actual show. For example, the appearance of Raising Heart and Nanoha's outfit. Or maybe something a little different, like giving Chrono a certain ferret as a sidekick. ) What got me seriously interested is Admiral Tigerclaw's "Test Dummies" fic, followed by the "Relationship" series. Then came the stuff by DezoPenguin, Shiny, 00-Raiser, etc.

[synaesthetic]

Originally Posted by Dark Knight Gafgar

Spoiler for The Perils of Divorcing an Earth Woman:

Fate had never really expected the day would come when she and Nanoha would be getting a divorce. She could at least admit it was probably her own fault - her Enforcer work kept her away from home far more often than she should've allowed, Vivio hardly saw her as 'Fate-mama' anymore, and Nanoha...

Still, nothing, nothing, could've prepared her for... this!

"This has to be a joke!" Fate stared wide-eyed at the papers in front of her.

"I'm afraid it isn't, Mrs. Harlaown. The courts ruled heavily in her favor in this matter."

"I can understand that my career probably caused all this, but- but she was the one who cheated on ME! With my brother! AND his WIFE! And she gets... everything?!"

"I'm afraid so. As I'm sure you're aware, the wife almost always gets everything in cases like these."

"But we're both-"

"Yes, well, in this case 'wife' refers to the homemaker, and as Mrs. Takamachi has been remaining at home for over a year now..."

"But that's because her linker core damage forced her out of the service! You're saying she gets everything because she's unemployed?!"

"In short, yes."

"B-but... Vivio! The house! Everything I own, including the clothes I'm wearing right now, my car... Arf?! WHY the HELL does she get ARF?!"

"The dog-"

"Arf isn't a dog! She's my fami-"

"The dog was non-negotiable. An Earth custom, as I understand it."

Fate slumped in her chair, still dazed and staring at her lawyer in open-mouthed shock. Then, after several moments, she closed her eyes and lowered her head all the way down below her knees, tuning out the sound of her lawyer's voice as she considered her options.

Really, when it came down to it, there was only thing to do...

-----

20 Years Earlier

"Grab my hand!" nine-year old Nanoha Takamachi called out to the blond-haired girl with the sad eyes, stretching out her hand towards her former rival and - hopefully - future friend, who knelt beside the precipice of a sheer drop into nothingness.

Young Fate Testarossa jerked her head back and forth, glancing first at her mother and sister, falling into the oblivion below, and then up at the girl in white who'd offered her so much, and even now offered her salvation - which could she choose?! Her mother had forsaken her, abandoned her, and was almost certainly now beyond hope, but-

Her options suddenly became a lot more limited when, in a flash of light, a second, older black-clad blonde appeared behind her, the older woman delivering a swift boot to the rear that sent the younger girl on a one-way trip downward to join her family.

"Trust me," the older Fate T. Harlaown said, looking up at the younger Nanoha's shocked and horrified face and beginning to fade away, "it's probably better like this."

this is the most awesome thing I have read today.

[hideki101]

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

[TheShinySword]

Originally Posted by hideki101

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

Ah yes, yes I do. I think the same way, I have a bunch of plot points but I don't know how they go together. The trick, that I've found is to let the writing guide you as you go. Even if you make an outline you can't write in every little thing that's going to happen. My sugestion is to start at the beginning and see where it goes. The scenes you have in your mind are like the pitstops along the road and should guide, but not control, your journey.

[synaesthetic]

Originally Posted by hideki101

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

I have this problem bad. It really hurts my rate of production especially when I reach a "connection point" that is of major import to the plot.

This is something happening right now in my original novel project--I cannot figure out how the main character discovers where a supporting character has been taken hostage. I have a few different ways I can handle it, but I can't decide which way I want to lean. So I'm a little stuck right now.

All I can do in situations like this, is to ask other people or wait until my brain unclogs and I figure out how I want to handle it. Sometimes consuming other media will inspire me.

[Rising Dragon]

Originally Posted by hideki101

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

Only occasionally, when I do write. Generally I have an easy time piecing things together, but sometimes, I'll hit a point where I don't know what to do. I haven't really figured out any concrete method of getting past it.

[Tempy]

Behold! I present to you a fic created from the combined ability of TheShinySword and I, Tempest.

The product of Shiny Crack and Tempest Rage. Crack Rage? Shiny RAGE!

Written in response to Satashi's challenge.

Spoiler for the Perils of Prepubescence:

It was that time of the month again,no, not mother nature’s gift to women but rather the time for adults to be adults and not have to deal with children, and once again all of the usual suspects were unavailable to help out with babysitting. As such, the other usual suspect was called in. However, considering the increased number of girls present for the night, a second was summoned to assist. Thusly, Noland Reiniger and Kaon Jin were given the responsibility of watching over Vivio, Einheart, Syn, Corona, and Rio for their big sleepover.

And somewhere, a wolf familiar / guardian beast laughed as he enjoyed his freedom.

At first, the girls were well behaved and very polite, especially Einheart, who only seemed to speak monosyllabicly. It wasn’t until after dinner and a movie that the girls started to get bored. There is only so much five prepubescent girls with limited supervision can do.

“I’m boooored~!” Vivio reiterated. “What else is there to do?”

“We could go see another movie?” Syn offered. The girls were all gathered in Vivio’s room in various states of boredom. Corona was half-reading a discarded magazine on finance, while Einheart found a book on a guy named Bruce Lee interesting. Rio was trying to mess with Syn’s hair, whilst the other girl tried valiantly to fight her off.

“But we’ve seen all the movies I own! I want to see something… actiony! With explosions! And violence! But Mama won’t let me get any of the interesting ones,” she pouted, crossing her arms in indignation. “She says I’m too young to watch anything like that.”

“How would you get in the theaters, anyways? You’re still underage,” Corona asked as she munched on a pocky stick and learned about revenue management... whatever the hell that meant.

The question caused a cunning look to cross Vivio’s face, “With our transformations, of course! Behold! As we assume greater forms and fool the adults with our beauty and intellect! HENSHIN!”

With a dramatic swirl of light, a brilliant sparkle and a hotblooded pose, young Vivio was transformed into her big form, complete with jealousy-inducing curves and body development that had her friends subconsciously grabbing their own chests.

However, neither Einheart or Syn seemed all that interested…

“C’mon! Corona and Rio haven’t seen them yet! Let’s show them!” Vivio used her dreaded technique: nagging poke!

The attack seemed to be super effective, it even roused the usually reluctant Syn to her feet.

“Oh fine, fine…” Syn muttered, pulling Einheart with her. “C’mon, you too. ...Hens-”

“You gotta do the pose Syn.”

“For the love of…” she shook her head and struck a lame, bland, and very boring pose. “Henshin…”

“...Henshin...” Einheart murmured and followed suit, though she did a proper transformation pose.

After another dizzying display of excessive transformation time, an adult Syn and Einheart stood in place where children once were.

“Now then, to the theater!” Dramatic point to the south! Vivio and her party beelined for the door.

“Request denied,” Kaon cut in abruptly as she stood in their way, leveling a stern look at the gathered girls. “Your mother would vaporize us if she found out we even let you out of the house. Besides, you’d have to trick Noland first to get past the door, and he’s not one to be easily fooled.”

“Did you call for me?” Speak of the devil, the knight Noland appeared in the doorway, drying his hands on a pink heart covered towel.

Vivio wasted no time formulating a plan to get past her two, well intentioned but, annoying guardians. Gathering every bit of royalty within her (though being only 11, there wasn’t much), she tried her best imitation of a king’s presence.

“Noland! Kaon! As your Kaiser, I order you to allow Ingvalt, Syn, and I to go downtown!”

Knight and Inspector blinked in unison, turning to look at each other for a moment, despite the blindness of one party, before turning back to the three transformed loli girls.

“That wasn't a particularly bad attempt and you nearly have her voice down, though the shared vocal chords attribute greatly to that. However, you lack Olivie’s charisma,” Kaon said, crossing her arms. “That said, I think you nearly got Reiniger here.”

“I can safely admit that, while nostalgic, Lady Vivio did not have the same impact as the Kaiser Olivie did,” Noland noted, blissfully unaware of the tongues stuck out at him.

“Now then, change back already. I think Rio and Corona are getting jealous of your developments,” the inspector eyed the particularly large endowments Vivio and Einheart seemed to sport, much to Syn’s silent despair. She wouldn't mention that she too had been comparing such assets to her own lacking ones.

“It’s not fair…” the other girls cried crocodile tears and sobbed into conveniently found hankies.

Vivio gave a pout and tried that little girl glare that had always gotten Zafira, but nonetheless listened to the inspector’s order, changing back to her normal form along with Syn and Einheart.

“What should we do instead?” Vivio crossed her arms and grumbled.

“Hmmmm what about King’s Game?” This time it was Rio’s idea.

“King’s Game? What’s that?”

“Okay, so, you get a bunch of sticks and put numbers on them. One of the sticks is the King stick. Everyone grabs a stick, and whoever gets the King stick is the King! Then, the King can order two of his subjects to do whatever the king wants! Easy, isn’t it?”

“Oho. I like this idea,” that cunning look grew on Vivio’s face again. “Bring on the sticks! And you two have to play as well!”

“Hmm?” Kaon followed the girl’s finger to Noland and herself. “You want us to play too?”

“Yep! It’ll be more fun that way!”

“Well,” Kaon rubbed the top of her head and shrugged, “I don’t care much, but okay. Noland?”

“I do not mind participating,” Noland nodded thoughtfully.

“Yosh! The sticks are ready~!” Rio held out her hand, holding seven Popsicle sticks. Each one of you has to take one.”

They all obeyed Rio, taking a stick.

“...I don't have a number Rio.” Corona furrowed her brow, staring at her stick.

“That's not right, there should be something on each one.”

“I just have this weird squiggly thing.”

Rio sighed, “That's the crown; you're the king!”

“Oh... what now? Do I win?”

“You don't win in the king game! Ya halfta give two people an order. Call two numbers!”

“Thirty-eight and twen-”

“Between 1 and 6!”

“Oh...” Corona stared intensely at the stick, “1 and 4 have to...... shake hands.”

Rio crossed her arms and grumbled, “That is so lame.”

Vivio, who had the number 1, and Syn, who had the number 4, shrugged and shook hands.

Rio collected the sticks and held them out again. “Corona is not allowed to be the king again.”

“Eh? But Rio I drew it again.”

“Gah!”

The game progressed on equally harmlessly to Corona's suggestion, though not as unimaginatively, with hugs, chaste kisses, dance offs, juggling contests and heavy metal duets (courtesy of Rio. Kaon and Einheart's two person rendition of Chop Suey would go down in infamy). There were a few strange combinations, like Rio having to carry Noland on her shoulders seemed to only have tragedy in store. Thankfully, that was avoided when the order was pardoned. Still, things were getting more and more risqué, especially whenever Rio or Vivio got their hands on the King… In fact, it was beginning to become hard to believe they were actually eleven year olds.

“WOO~! King~!” Vivio cheered as she held up the coveted stick.

“Oh for the love of. What she going to do now?” Syn muttered, half afraid and half beginning to wonder if the whole thing was rigged.

“Okay! Number two and number six must kiss! A kiss between adults! None of that wussy stuff!”

“Ah crap,” Kaon muttered as she looked at her stick. Six. Or alternately 9 if it was held upside down, unfortunately there were only seven of them so that excuse was going to fall short. “Who’s number two?”

Neither Corona, Rio, Vivio, Syn, nor Einheart seemed to have it, instead their collective gaze centering on the only male in the room.

“Ah crap.”

“Hmm? “

“You’re number two, Reiniger. If that isn’t a damn ironic number…”

“Ah. So I am…” He stared down at the stick in his hand, of course he couldn't see said stick so it was a completely futile gesture.

“So? Kiss him! Kiiissss~! On the lip~” Vivio prodded Kaon's side.

“Are you okay with this?” the knight asked his friend.

“It's not like I'm against kissing you or anything...” Despite that Kaon was beginning to feel feverish. In fact the whole room seemed to have become distinctly hotter.

Her face ever growing more and more red, Kaon crept up to the seated knight. Even when she stood, Kaon found that she did not have to bend over much to reach Noland’s face. It was convenient really, she was very short and he was very tall so they met somewhere in the middle. Still, the fact remained that she had to kiss him… just a quick little peck... on the lips... while her heart mistook this for running a marathon.

The girls watched on with wide, excited eyes as the two came closer and closer, a blush creeping onto each and every one of their faces. Even Einheart, normally detached and aloof, was watching with rapt attention. At last, Noland and Kaon kissed, earning quiet gasps and fawning squeals from their young audience. An adult kiss! It was so… moving! Eeeeee! And definitely not appropriate for the eyes of eleven year olds.

Kaon kept the kiss going for a little bit, almost letting herself fall into the knight’s lap. Abruptly, she ended the liplock, moving quickly back to her seat with a brilliantly crimson face. In contrast, Noland only smiled softly, a faint hue on his cheeks.

“That was soooo not child appropriate,” Rio giggled. In contrast Corona had hid her face in the financial times.

“H-how about we do something different, then? I don’t think anything can top what we just saw just now…” Vivio said, slapping her face lightly a few times to break the spell cast by the mysteriously mysterious “adult kiss”. Man, it was warm in here. “I think I’ll go get some drinks for everyone. What does everyone want?”

The call for juice came from each of the girls, while Noland asked for water and Kaon, tea. By the time Vivio returned, they had all reunited to engage in one of the most classical forms of sleepover mayhem: Truth or Dare.

“Okay Corona truth or dare?” Rio looked to her friend with vicious predatory eyes.

“Um... truth?”

“Ku ku ku ku,” Rio's face turned dark as she cackled, “Okay who... do you like?”

“I like you Rio.”

“Ha-HA?!” Came the resounding response of the other four girls, while Kaon and Noland observed prepubescent drama in the works.

“And Vivio, and Einheart, and Syn and my mom and my dad, oh and Inspector Kaon and Mr. Noland an-”

“Again, the point, you missed it,” Rio sighed.

Like the King’s Game, it started off harmless enough. And just like the King’s Game, time made the challenges more… interesting. Strangely, the girls were all getting more and more woozy and giggly, a state that both Noland and Kaon took notice of and slight concern over.

“Alright! Noland! Truth or Dare?!” Rio’s turn promised something hilarious, for everyone but Noland.

“I shall take dare.”

“Awesome! In that case…” Rio looked around their little circle until her eyes locked on a Miss Virage, “I dare you to tell Syn what you think of her breasts in her adult form!”

Syn spat out her drink, thankfully into her cup, as a full-body blush threatened to knock her out completely. She looked at Noland, utterly terrified of, and incredibly embarrassed by the possibilities of, the man’s response.

“Erm… Unfortunately, I am unable to answer that sort of question, for my inability to see makes such an observation impossible.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I forgot you were blind. Hmmm ya could feel them instead!” Rio smacked Syn on the back as she spoke, “We’ll just have her change then you can feel them up!”

This got another spittake from Syn and a round of giggles from the girls.

“Watch yourself, Reiniger. Don’t forget that I’m an Inspector, an agent of the law,” Kaon warned with a stern look, though she was trying her best not to crack a smile.

Noland had the sense to look even more uncomfortable.

“Then, may I go with Truth?”

“Okaaay, but that is sooo cheatin'.” Rio replied, disappointed but not defeated. She point a finger at him, an ultimately meaningless gesture. “But ya can’t back out on this one!”

“That is acceptable.”

“Who do you like the most? Kaon or Vivio?”

The question immediately brought the collective attention of the entire room upon the night, especially a particular blonde girl and a certain Bureau Inspector.

“Hmm…” Noland wondered how to answer the question best. It would be best to avoid any… conflicts of interest.

“I enjoy spending time with Kaon, while I never find Vivio’s presence a bother. They are both dear to me.”

“Thass not answerin’ the question!” Vivio yelped indignantly and slurily, exactly what kind of juice where they drinking?

“Waz wrong, Vivio~? Are you jealous~?” Einheart suddenly said, leaning into the blonde girl with a large grin.

“You shaddup! Mebbe you’re the jealous one!” Vivio bit back, pointing an accusatory finger at Einheart.

“Oh ho ho! Da girl prottessst too much!” It was amazing how open Einheart got once her inhibitions were done away with.

“You wan’ take dis ousside?!”

“Lessgo! I’mma show you the power of kee—kaa—kings!”

Together they leapt to their feet, dashing outside with a burst of magic. The others followed quickly, with the adults hoping to stop something messy from breaking out. At the same time, Noland and Kaon were suspicious of this drunken behavior, with the Inspector inspecting one of the girl’s drinks.

“Is this…?” she peered at the red beverage and took a sniff. Oh crap, she'd recognize that smell anywhere.

Noland took a swig of the drink, a familiar bitterness hitting his tongue in an instant. “Alcohol. How many drinks did they have?”

“A lot. Where did—oh no,” the inspector grimaced as she found an empty bottle next to the juice in the kitchen. It was an expensive one, a particularly tasty blended brandy that had intense flavors of fruit. It blended well into cocktails, and it was quite strong too. This accursed Earth drink, Hypnotiq.

“Dun underes’mate me, Eiiinnnn!” Vivio was audible even from inside, while both Kaon and Noland could feel the incredible build of magic power.

“Reiniger, stop them before they level the house!”

The knight ran outside just in time to see Vivio and Einheart square off with each other, their fists and feet glowing brightly with magic power… and their faces glowing with drunken rage. With a resounding battle cry, they charged at each other, their combined magic power promising to send a devastating ripple through the entire neighborhood… unless he could do something about it!

So he leapt in between.

This was going to hurt.

WHA-WHAM! A powered fist and charged kick slammed into Noland’s jaw and gut, respectively. The collective energy did indeed cause a minor explosion, but rather than level the home and the neighborhood, the energy was absorbed, painfully, by the knight’s body. The resultant 1080 degree spin before slamming into the ground was rather spectacular to see, especially when Vivio and Einheart landed gracefully, though woozily, nearby.

“Arragghh…”

“You still alive?” the fuzzy voice of Kaon wormed into his still ringing ears.

“I am in an incredible amount of pain,” He grunted, quite possibly a rib or two was broken, perhaps his back had been snapped in two, for all he knew his leg was elsewhere.

“You’re fine.” Kaon waved it off, “You think you can hold the fort while I go buy a replacement bottle? Takamachi and the others will be back pretty soon.”

“No.”

Kaon replaced the word with yes in her mind, “Good boy. I won’t take long.”

Damn it, Kaon.

A slamming door announced Kaon’s departure, and the beginning of Noland’s nightmare.

“Aww~! Noland doesn’t look so good any more~!” Corona cooed as she stood over the fallen knight, her cheeks brilliantly red.

“That’s no good, that’s no good! We need to keep Noland lookin’ good!” Rio slurred as she joined her friend in standing over him.

Egads. They were drunk too.

“We should give 'im a makeover and make him all prettyful and shiz,” Rio batted at Noland's hair.

“Can we use some mackerel?”

“Ya know, I really dun get you Corona but its all gooooood.”

“Syn-chan, get the hair iron! Einheart-chan, find ribbons. Lots of them! Rio-chan, Corona-chan, pick out something nice for Nolan to wear! I’ll go find us some make-up!” Vivio giggled her arm slung around Einheart's neck.

Oh no.

Not again.

---

“We’re baaack~!” came a soft whisper as Nanoha’s head poked through the door way, her gaze sweeping the living room. There was only a single light in the room, the small form of Kaon Jin reading right next to it. On the table in front of her, a small cup of tea. It was like she was about to introduce a bit of masterpiece theater.

“Welcome home,” Kaon greeted, closing the novel and standing. “How was your night out?”

“It was a lot of fun!” Nanoha said with tipsy cheer. Right behind her, Yuuno placed a steadying hand on Nanoha.

“Thank you so much for watching the kids tonight,” the librarian smiled at the shorter girl. “I hope they weren’t too rowdy?”

“It was no problem. The girls behaved well enough.”

Understatement of the century.

Still, someone was missing in their group, “Where’s Harlaown? She was with you guys, right?”

“Oh, she’s still in the taxi. Nanoha and Fate had a bit too much to drink, and neither of them could stand on their own…”

“Mouu~! It’s so warm!” Nanoha complained, already going to peel off the lovely evening dress she had, much to the embarrassment of her date.

Kaon, already sporting a mild blush, spoke up, “Here, I’ll take Takamachi in. Go get Harlaown before she flashes the driver.”

“Hahaha…” Yuuno chuckled nervously before handing off one drunk and dashing off to get the other.

“Watch your step, now,” Kaon warned gently as she guided one inebriated Nanoha Takamachi to her bedroom. As they passed by Vivio’s room, Kaon peeked in to check on them real quick.

Good, the girls were all asleep, and Noland… Oh wow. How the girls managed to tie him down to a chair and turn him into a life-sized Barbie doll was beyond Kaon’s ability to determine right now. At least he was asleep.

It occurred to Kaon that she really should do something about that.

…

Eh. They’d deal with it in the morning.

Shiny is an awesome partner.

[Rising Dragon]

Poor Noland...

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by hideki101

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

For me, the first big question I ask myself is "What is the connection between the plot I have and the scenes I write?" and from there I change things as I go along to make it fit. In the end I could have a story that finishes up totally different from how it started, or some scenes might not come out the way I originally planned, but once I find that connection between the scenes and the plot I always manage to find a way to get around the problem.

[deathcurse]

Originally Posted by hideki101

I have a hard time linking isolated scenes into a continuous story. Like I know the plot of the story, and I know some scenes I want to write, but I have a hard time coming up with connections. Does anyone else have this problem, and how do you fix it. (for reference, I have two crossovers sorta kinda planned out, a Nanoha/Negima one, and a Nanoha/Touhou one.)

I don't know about other people, or how it works for them, but I find that I usually drop a characterization moment into the scenes I want to write that shows the character's reaction to something that links with the plot. That way I get both character development, a link to the plot and a little bit of foreshadowing on plot development too.

For example, in "Angel" I wanted to make a mention of Hayate working out (since I made a reference to that earlier) and also mention how she's physically stronger than Fate (source of amusement since Fate is supposed to be a good fighter now). So I had them talk about their concerns relating to the other person's role in the upcoming conflict, and got the added bonus of showing both of them starting to lie to each other because they're afraid...so plot link, foreshadowing and character development, all in one.

[The Guy Named Zeo]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

Behold! I present to you a fic created from the combined ability of TheShinySword and I, Tempest.

The product of Shiny Crack and Tempest Rage. Crack Rage? Shiny RAGE!

Written in response to Satashi's challenge.

Spoiler for the Perils of Prepubescence:

It was that time of the month again,no, not mother nature’s gift to women but rather the time for adults to be adults and not have to deal with children, and once again all of the usual suspects were unavailable to help out with babysitting. As such, the other usual suspect was called in. However, considering the increased number of girls present for the night, a second was summoned to assist. Thusly, Noland Reiniger and Kaon Jin were given the responsibility of watching over Vivio, Einheart, Syn, Corona, and Rio for their big sleepover.

And somewhere, a wolf familiar / guardian beast laughed as he enjoyed his freedom.

At first, the girls were well behaved and very polite, especially Einheart, who only seemed to speak monosyllabicly. It wasn’t until after dinner and a movie that the girls started to get bored. There is only so much five prepubescent girls with limited supervision can do.

“I’m boooored~!” Vivio reiterated. “What else is there to do?”

“We could go see another movie?” Syn offered. The girls were all gathered in Vivio’s room in various states of boredom. Corona was half-reading a discarded magazine on finance, while Einheart found a book on a guy named Bruce Lee interesting. Rio was trying to mess with Syn’s hair, whilst the other girl tried valiantly to fight her off.

“But we’ve seen all the movies I own! I want to see something… actiony! With explosions! And violence! But Mama won’t let me get any of the interesting ones,” she pouted, crossing her arms in indignation. “She says I’m too young to watch anything like that.”

“How would you get in the theaters, anyways? You’re still underage,” Corona asked as she munched on a pocky stick and learned about revenue management... whatever the hell that meant.

The question caused a cunning look to cross Vivio’s face, “With our transformations, of course! Behold! As we assume greater forms and fool the adults with our beauty and intellect! HENSHIN!”

With a dramatic swirl of light, a brilliant sparkle and a hotblooded pose, young Vivio was transformed into her big form, complete with jealousy-inducing curves and body development that had her friends subconsciously grabbing their own chests.

However, neither Einheart or Syn seemed all that interested…

“C’mon! Corona and Rio haven’t seen them yet! Let’s show them!” Vivio used her dreaded technique: nagging poke!

The attack seemed to be super effective, it even roused the usually reluctant Syn to her feet.

“Oh fine, fine…” Syn muttered, pulling Einheart with her. “C’mon, you too. ...Hens-”

“You gotta do the pose Syn.”

“For the love of…” she shook her head and struck a lame, bland, and very boring pose. “Henshin…”

“...Henshin...” Einheart murmured and followed suit, though she did a proper transformation pose.

After another dizzying display of excessive transformation time, an adult Syn and Einheart stood in place where children once were.

“Now then, to the theater!” Dramatic point to the south! Vivio and her party beelined for the door.

“Request denied,” Kaon cut in abruptly as she stood in their way, leveling a stern look at the gathered girls. “Your mother would vaporize us if she found out we even let you out of the house. Besides, you’d have to trick Noland first to get past the door, and he’s not one to be easily fooled.”

“Did you call for me?” Speak of the devil, the knight Noland appeared in the doorway, drying his hands on a pink heart covered towel.

Vivio wasted no time formulating a plan to get past her two, well intentioned but, annoying guardians. Gathering every bit of royalty within her (though being only 11, there wasn’t much), she tried her best imitation of a king’s presence.

“Noland! Kaon! As your Kaiser, I order you to allow Ingvalt, Syn, and I to go downtown!”

Knight and Inspector blinked in unison, turning to look at each other for a moment, despite the blindness of one party, before turning back to the three transformed loli girls.

“That wasn't a particularly bad attempt and you nearly have her voice down, though the shared vocal chords attribute greatly to that. However, you lack Olivie’s charisma,” Kaon said, crossing her arms. “That said, I think you nearly got Reiniger here.”

“I can safely admit that, while nostalgic, Lady Vivio did not have the same impact as the Kaiser Olivie did,” Noland noted, blissfully unaware of the tongues stuck out at him.

“Now then, change back already. I think Rio and Corona are getting jealous of your developments,” the inspector eyed the particularly large endowments Vivio and Einheart seemed to sport, much to Syn’s silent despair. She wouldn't mention that she too had been comparing such assets to her own lacking ones.

“It’s not fair…” the other girls cried crocodile tears and sobbed into conveniently found hankies.

Vivio gave a pout and tried that little girl glare that had always gotten Zafira, but nonetheless listened to the inspector’s order, changing back to her normal form along with Syn and Einheart.

“What should we do instead?” Vivio crossed her arms and grumbled.

“Hmmmm what about King’s Game?” This time it was Rio’s idea.

“King’s Game? What’s that?”

“Okay, so, you get a bunch of sticks and put numbers on them. One of the sticks is the King stick. Everyone grabs a stick, and whoever gets the King stick is the King! Then, the King can order two of his subjects to do whatever the king wants! Easy, isn’t it?”

“Oho. I like this idea,” that cunning look grew on Vivio’s face again. “Bring on the sticks! And you two have to play as well!”

“Hmm?” Kaon followed the girl’s finger to Noland and herself. “You want us to play too?”

“Yep! It’ll be more fun that way!”

“Well,” Kaon rubbed the top of her head and shrugged, “I don’t care much, but okay. Noland?”

“I do not mind participating,” Noland nodded thoughtfully.

“Yosh! The sticks are ready~!” Rio held out her hand, holding seven Popsicle sticks. Each one of you has to take one.”

They all obeyed Rio, taking a stick.

“...I don't have a number Rio.” Corona furrowed her brow, staring at her stick.

“That's not right, there should be something on each one.”

“I just have this weird squiggly thing.”

Rio sighed, “That's the crown; you're the king!”

“Oh... what now? Do I win?”

“You don't win in the king game! Ya halfta give two people an order. Call two numbers!”

“Thirty-eight and twen-”

“Between 1 and 6!”

“Oh...” Corona stared intensely at the stick, “1 and 4 have to...... shake hands.”

Rio crossed her arms and grumbled, “That is so lame.”

Vivio, who had the number 1, and Syn, who had the number 4, shrugged and shook hands.

Rio collected the sticks and held them out again. “Corona is not allowed to be the king again.”

“Eh? But Rio I drew it again.”

“Gah!”

The game progressed on equally harmlessly to Corona's suggestion, though not as unimaginatively, with hugs, chaste kisses, dance offs, juggling contests and heavy metal duets (courtesy of Rio. Kaon and Einheart's two person rendition of Chop Suey would go down in infamy). There were a few strange combinations, like Rio having to carry Noland on her shoulders seemed to only have tragedy in store. Thankfully, that was avoided when the order was pardoned. Still, things were getting more and more risqué, especially whenever Rio or Vivio got their hands on the King… In fact, it was beginning to become hard to believe they were actually eleven year olds.

“WOO~! King~!” Vivio cheered as she held up the coveted stick.

“Oh for the love of. What she going to do now?” Syn muttered, half afraid and half beginning to wonder if the whole thing was rigged.

“Okay! Number two and number six must kiss! A kiss between adults! None of that wussy stuff!”

“Ah crap,” Kaon muttered as she looked at her stick. Six. Or alternately 9 if it was held upside down, unfortunately there were only seven of them so that excuse was going to fall short. “Who’s number two?”

Neither Corona, Rio, Vivio, Syn, nor Einheart seemed to have it, instead their collective gaze centering on the only male in the room.

“Ah crap.”

“Hmm? “

“You’re number two, Reiniger. If that isn’t a damn ironic number…”

“Ah. So I am…” He stared down at the stick in his hand, of course he couldn't see said stick so it was a completely futile gesture.

“So? Kiss him! Kiiissss~! On the lip~” Vivio prodded Kaon's side.

“Are you okay with this?” the knight asked his friend.

“It's not like I'm against kissing you or anything...” Despite that Kaon was beginning to feel feverish. In fact the whole room seemed to have become distinctly hotter.

Her face ever growing more and more red, Kaon crept up to the seated knight. Even when she stood, Kaon found that she did not have to bend over much to reach Noland’s face. It was convenient really, she was very short and he was very tall so they met somewhere in the middle. Still, the fact remained that she had to kiss him… just a quick little peck... on the lips... while her heart mistook this for running a marathon.

The girls watched on with wide, excited eyes as the two came closer and closer, a blush creeping onto each and every one of their faces. Even Einheart, normally detached and aloof, was watching with rapt attention. At last, Noland and Kaon kissed, earning quiet gasps and fawning squeals from their young audience. An adult kiss! It was so… moving! Eeeeee! And definitely not appropriate for the eyes of eleven year olds.

Kaon kept the kiss going for a little bit, almost letting herself fall into the knight’s lap. Abruptly, she ended the liplock, moving quickly back to her seat with a brilliantly crimson face. In contrast, Noland only smiled softly, a faint hue on his cheeks.

“That was soooo not child appropriate,” Rio giggled. In contrast Corona had hid her face in the financial times.

“H-how about we do something different, then? I don’t think anything can top what we just saw just now…” Vivio said, slapping her face lightly a few times to break the spell cast by the mysteriously mysterious “adult kiss”. Man, it was warm in here. “I think I’ll go get some drinks for everyone. What does everyone want?”

The call for juice came from each of the girls, while Noland asked for water and Kaon, tea. By the time Vivio returned, they had all reunited to engage in one of the most classical forms of sleepover mayhem: Truth or Dare.

“Okay Corona truth or dare?” Rio looked to her friend with vicious predatory eyes.

“Um... truth?”

“Ku ku ku ku,” Rio's face turned dark as she cackled, “Okay who... do you like?”

“I like you Rio.”

“Ha-HA?!” Came the resounding response of the other four girls, while Kaon and Noland observed prepubescent drama in the works.

“And Vivio, and Einheart, and Syn and my mom and my dad, oh and Inspector Kaon and Mr. Noland an-”

“Again, the point, you missed it,” Rio sighed.

Like the King’s Game, it started off harmless enough. And just like the King’s Game, time made the challenges more… interesting. Strangely, the girls were all getting more and more woozy and giggly, a state that both Noland and Kaon took notice of and slight concern over.

“Alright! Noland! Truth or Dare?!” Rio’s turn promised something hilarious, for everyone but Noland.

“I shall take dare.”

“Awesome! In that case…” Rio looked around their little circle until her eyes locked on a Miss Virage, “I dare you to tell Syn what you think of her breasts in her adult form!”

Syn spat out her drink, thankfully into her cup, as a full-body blush threatened to knock her out completely. She looked at Noland, utterly terrified of, and incredibly embarrassed by the possibilities of, the man’s response.

“Erm… Unfortunately, I am unable to answer that sort of question, for my inability to see makes such an observation impossible.”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I forgot you were blind. Hmmm ya could feel them instead!” Rio smacked Syn on the back as she spoke, “We’ll just have her change then you can feel them up!”

This got another spittake from Syn and a round of giggles from the girls.

“Watch yourself, Reiniger. Don’t forget that I’m an Inspector, an agent of the law,” Kaon warned with a stern look, though she was trying her best not to crack a smile.

Noland had the sense to look even more uncomfortable.

“Then, may I go with Truth?”

“Okaaay, but that is sooo cheatin'.” Rio replied, disappointed but not defeated. She point a finger at him, an ultimately meaningless gesture. “But ya can’t back out on this one!”

“That is acceptable.”

“Who do you like the most? Kaon or Vivio?”

The question immediately brought the collective attention of the entire room upon the night, especially a particular blonde girl and a certain Bureau Inspector.

“Hmm…” Noland wondered how to answer the question best. It would be best to avoid any… conflicts of interest.

“I enjoy spending time with Kaon, while I never find Vivio’s presence a bother. They are both dear to me.”

“Thass not answerin’ the question!” Vivio yelped indignantly and slurily, exactly what kind of juice where they drinking?

“Waz wrong, Vivio~? Are you jealous~?” Einheart suddenly said, leaning into the blonde girl with a large grin.

“You shaddup! Mebbe you’re the jealous one!” Vivio bit back, pointing an accusatory finger at Einheart.

“Oh ho ho! Da girl prottessst too much!” It was amazing how open Einheart got once her inhibitions were done away with.

“You wan’ take dis ousside?!”

“Lessgo! I’mma show you the power of kee—kaa—kings!”

Together they leapt to their feet, dashing outside with a burst of magic. The others followed quickly, with the adults hoping to stop something messy from breaking out. At the same time, Noland and Kaon were suspicious of this drunken behavior, with the Inspector inspecting one of the girl’s drinks.

“Is this…?” she peered at the red beverage and took a sniff. Oh crap, she'd recognize that smell anywhere.

Noland took a swig of the drink, a familiar bitterness hitting his tongue in an instant. “Alcohol. How many drinks did they have?”

“A lot. Where did—oh no,” the inspector grimaced as she found an empty bottle next to the juice in the kitchen. It was an expensive one, a particularly tasty blended brandy that had intense flavors of fruit. It blended well into cocktails, and it was quite strong too. This accursed Earth drink, Hypnotiq.

“Dun underes’mate me, Eiiinnnn!” Vivio was audible even from inside, while both Kaon and Noland could feel the incredible build of magic power.

“Reiniger, stop them before they level the house!”

The knight ran outside just in time to see Vivio and Einheart square off with each other, their fists and feet glowing brightly with magic power… and their faces glowing with drunken rage. With a resounding battle cry, they charged at each other, their combined magic power promising to send a devastating ripple through the entire neighborhood… unless he could do something about it!

So he leapt in between.

This was going to hurt.

WHA-WHAM! A powered fist and charged kick slammed into Noland’s jaw and gut, respectively. The collective energy did indeed cause a minor explosion, but rather than level the home and the neighborhood, the energy was absorbed, painfully, by the knight’s body. The resultant 1080 degree spin before slamming into the ground was rather spectacular to see, especially when Vivio and Einheart landed gracefully, though woozily, nearby.

“Arragghh…”

“You still alive?” the fuzzy voice of Kaon wormed into his still ringing ears.

“I am in an incredible amount of pain,” He grunted, quite possibly a rib or two was broken, perhaps his back had been snapped in two, for all he knew his leg was elsewhere.

“You’re fine.” Kaon waved it off, “You think you can hold the fort while I go buy a replacement bottle? Takamachi and the others will be back pretty soon.”

“No.”

Kaon replaced the word with yes in her mind, “Good boy. I won’t take long.”

Damn it, Kaon.

A slamming door announced Kaon’s departure, and the beginning of Noland’s nightmare.

“Aww~! Noland doesn’t look so good any more~!” Corona cooed as she stood over the fallen knight, her cheeks brilliantly red.

“That’s no good, that’s no good! We need to keep Noland lookin’ good!” Rio slurred as she joined her friend in standing over him.

Egads. They were drunk too.

“We should give 'im a makeover and make him all prettyful and shiz,” Rio batted at Noland's hair.

“Can we use some mackerel?”

“Ya know, I really dun get you Corona but its all gooooood.”

“Syn-chan, get the hair iron! Einheart-chan, find ribbons. Lots of them! Rio-chan, Corona-chan, pick out something nice for Nolan to wear! I’ll go find us some make-up!” Vivio giggled her arm slung around Einheart's neck.

Oh no.

Not again.

---

“We’re baaack~!” came a soft whisper as Nanoha’s head poked through the door way, her gaze sweeping the living room. There was only a single light in the room, the small form of Kaon Jin reading right next to it. On the table in front of her, a small cup of tea. It was like she was about to introduce a bit of masterpiece theater.

“Welcome home,” Kaon greeted, closing the novel and standing. “How was your night out?”

“It was a lot of fun!” Nanoha said with tipsy cheer. Right behind her, Yuuno placed a steadying hand on Nanoha.

“Thank you so much for watching the kids tonight,” the librarian smiled at the shorter girl. “I hope they weren’t too rowdy?”

“It was no problem. The girls behaved well enough.”

Understatement of the century.

Still, someone was missing in their group, “Where’s Harlaown? She was with you guys, right?”

“Oh, she’s still in the taxi. Nanoha and Fate had a bit too much to drink, and neither of them could stand on their own…”

“Mouu~! It’s so warm!” Nanoha complained, already going to peel off the lovely evening dress she had, much to the embarrassment of her date.

Kaon, already sporting a mild blush, spoke up, “Here, I’ll take Takamachi in. Go get Harlaown before she flashes the driver.”

“Hahaha…” Yuuno chuckled nervously before handing off one drunk and dashing off to get the other.

“Watch your step, now,” Kaon warned gently as she guided one inebriated Nanoha Takamachi to her bedroom. As they passed by Vivio’s room, Kaon peeked in to check on them real quick.

Good, the girls were all asleep, and Noland… Oh wow. How the girls managed to tie him down to a chair and turn him into a life-sized Barbie doll was beyond Kaon’s ability to determine right now. At least he was asleep.

It occurred to Kaon that she really should do something about that.

…

Eh. They’d deal with it in the morning.

Shiny is an awesome partner.

That was great. Good job Shiny and Tempy, also poor Noland indeed.

[kct]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

Behold! I present to you a fic created from the combined ability of TheShinySword and I, Tempest.

The product of Shiny Crack and Tempest Rage. Crack Rage? Shiny RAGE!

Written in response to Satashi's challenge.

Spoiler for the Perils of Prepubescence:

- snip -

Shiny is an awesome partner.

There's no way this can be crack. This should be...DRUNK.

Yes, drunk. Alcohol does give out effects like these.

[Nijiru]

@Tempest: As everyone else said, poor Noland. Just one question that came to mind while reading. Did Vivio make the same promise to Nanoha when she gained her transformation magic in this as she did in Vivid? Cause using magic to sneak into a movie could be seen as an abuse of her power. Just wondering.

[RadiantBeam]

I post the end of my deal with Satashi for the ViCia lemon! .... Finally!

Be warned, first person narrative is not my strongest point. So I apologize right now if this piece kind of jumps around or makes no sense, I wanted it to match Satashi's piece as best I could.

Spoiler for Emerald ViCia Buildup: Lutecia:

Tonight was going to be the night. It wasn’t so much that I knew it as it was that I knew Vivio. She had been slow and patient, especially towards the end, but our relationship was steadily heating up. If she didn’t do anything about it tonight, I would be incredibly surprised and didn’t know her as well as I thought.

It was probably a cowardly move for me to choose to walk. The apartment I’d recently moved into wasn’t that far away from Vivio’s house, so I could walk if I wanted to, but deep down I knew I was just using the extra time to delay the inevitable and get my feelings sorted on the matter, hopefully before I reached the front door.

I wasn’t going to lie; I wanted Vivio. I knew quite well that while my feelings for her were genuine, my desire for her was also real—and something I had to wrestle with on a regular basis. The age difference had always been our biggest obstacle, followed by the amount of trust Nanoha-san and Fate-san had placed in me when we’d started dating. Vivio’s mothers had always had faith in my resolve and never seemed to mind leaving the two of us alone; or if they did, they never showed it in front of me. It was a lot to take into consideration.

(Honestly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if Nanoha-san had somehow roped her childhood friend Yuuno-san into supervising us tonight; she was amazingly sharp when it came to Vivio’s feelings for me, and I had no doubt that she knew what Vivio was thinking.)

Sighing, I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. I wanted this, Vivio wanted this, and Vivio was finally of legal age. There was nothing wrong if we took the last step tonight. For another thing, I knew my chances of waking up to Nanoha-san having a Starlight Breaker aimed my way were slim to none, despite the rumors that she was the White Devil incarnate when it came to her daughter dating.

No, contrary to belief, my biggest fear wasn’t Nanoha. In a way, my biggest fear was myself.

I would be lying if I said I was still a virgin; I’m not. While I’m not as promiscuous as the tabloids like to speculate I am, I’ve had a relationship or two that went that far before things were broken off, so I know how sex works. None of the break-ups were bad, and I still enjoy their friendships today.

The problem is, I don’t like the thought of breaking up with Vivio. I quite hate it, actually. And my biggest fear is that her first time, with me, might not live up to her expectations of it.

It’s an understandable fear; at least, I like to think so. I know Vivio has wanted this for a long time, and so have I; I don’t want it to be less than the best for her. I want to give her that, because I love her and because I can still remember what my first time was like.

Sighing, I shook my head again and decided not to think about it as I shoved my hands deeper into the pockets of my light winter jacket; since Vivio had never implied that beyond whatever happened tonight this date was different from any other, I was wearing a dark gray sweater and black pants, normal attire for me. It was simple, but I figured Vivio would appreciate it later tonight.

I wouldn’t think about it anymore, I resolved. Thinking about it only made me nervous and made me doubt myself and what I wanted to do; what I knew Vivio wanted. Whatever happened tonight would happen, and I would have no regrets.

I snapped out of my thoughts by… almost walking right into the door. Huh. That had been fast. Laughing softly to myself and wondering where all the time had gone, I lifted a hand and knocked on the door.

“Coming!” I heard her call from inside, followed by the sound of her darting through the house to reach the door and let me in. I felt my shoulders relaxed, and I smiled.

Yes, that was it. Whatever happened tonight, I was ready for it and would accept it as it was, regardless of the outcome.

For Vivio’s sake, I hoped it would be a good one.

[TheShinySword]

Originally Posted by Nijiru

@Tempest: As everyone else said, poor Noland. Just one question that came to mind while reading. Did Vivio make the same promise to Nanoha when she gained her transformation magic in this as she did in Vivid? Cause using magic to sneak into a movie could be seen as an abuse of her power. Just wondering.

'tis not an abuse of power.

... it's just a creative use of power... yeah creative.

[Satashi]

@shiny and tempy: read the story :3 Of course I was lost at the OCs since I don't know them (minus Syn), but it was still a fun read Poor girls got drunk while Vivio's parents......got drunk lol.

So, is Yuuno a pimp?

[OZ7UP]

Originally Posted by Tempest Dynasty

Behold! I present to you a fic created from the combined ability of TheShinySword and I, Tempest.

The product of Shiny Crack and Tempest Rage. Crack Rage? Shiny RAGE!

Written in response to Satashi's challenge.

Spoiler for the Perils of Prepubescence:

--awesome snippage--

Shiny is an awesome partner.

I lol'd really hard at Zafira celebrating his freedom from babysitting Vivio and co. Not counting the fact that Kaon and Noland are OCs from stories that I really need to bring myself to read, I can actually visualise the entire scene happening. Sucks to be Noland at the end of the story, though.

Ahem...

Given that it is less than ten days before it becomes summer here Down Under in Australia, just thought I'd post a little songfic parody based on a music video parody that aired as part of an Aussie sketch show some time ago. The video and the lyrics are somewhat NSFW (so view at your own risk), but I can totally see Vice (the perverted/shameless version as portrayed in the StrikerS Nanos) singing this, complete with a RF6 helicopter completely decked out in... Well, see for yourself.

So, without any further delay...

All Summer Long...

Genre: Parody
Characters: Vice (StrikerS Nano version) as the singer, any three female characters of your choice, and two other male characters of your choice.
Notes: If you're from the South, I would like to apologise if you feel insulted/offended by this.

Spoiler for "All Summer Long" - NSFW:

Spoiler for Music video - NSFW. I repeat: NSFW. View at your own risk.:

All Summer Long

(The camera cuts to where the wreckage of a RF6 helicopter lies. Said helicopter is currently decked out with a few Confederate flags. Several pieces of furniture are lying around outside by the wreckage. Just a few meters away, three scantily-clad ladies are dancing away to a southern rock tune.)

Vice:
I was a redneck in a trailer
In Confederate regalia
So broke that my left gonad was in hock
I needed to get famous
And luckily I’m shameless
So I decided to rip off two songs that rock


Dancers:
Ah, ah, ah
What a cheap git!
Ah, ah, ah
Write your own hit!


Vice:
Thought that things’d be less lean
When I knocked off “Dancing Queen”
But the boys sure had a different take on things. (Cue Vice being tackled by two burly-looking guys.)
Just made it out alive
After tryin’ “I Will Survive”
And a heartfelt take on “Wind Beneath My Wings”.


So now I just do blokey hits
Pack my videos with t*ts
While my hick fans jerk it off, then pack a bong.
Yes it’s shameless and it’s crass
But y’all can kiss my big white ass
‘Cos I’m playing on your radio all summer long,
Nickin’ bits of Lynyrd Skynyrd, Warren Zevon.


(Cut to Vice doing a raunchy dance with the dancers)

Vice:
And now I got millions o’ fans
Had my face in Pammy’s cans
A BJ straight from “Baywatch” can’t be wrong.
So go ahead, call me a hack
But I got my left one back
Guess what, Jack?
I’m on your radio all summer long
Yes, I’ll be torturing your ears all summer long
You don’t like it, kiss my rear, ding my dong.


Long as I stick to blokey hits
Pack my videos with t*ts
So my fans can tug it raw or jerk it strong
It may be shameless, may be crass
But if you think this song lacks class
Just try hanging out with me all summer long.


(Cut to Vice lying down on a couch, having poured a bottle of liquor all over himself before throwing the horns and doing a pelvic thrust.)

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

I post the end of my deal with Satashi for the ViCia lemon! .... Finally!

Be warned, first person narrative is not my strongest point. So I apologize right now if this piece kind of jumps around or makes no sense, I wanted it to match Satashi's piece as best I could.

Spoiler for Emerald ViCia Buildup: Lutecia:

Tonight was going to be the night. It wasn’t so much that I knew it as it was that I knew Vivio. She had been slow and patient, especially towards the end, but our relationship was steadily heating up. If she didn’t do anything about it tonight, I would be incredibly surprised and didn’t know her as well as I thought.

It was probably a cowardly move for me to choose to walk. The apartment I’d recently moved into wasn’t that far away from Vivio’s house, so I could walk if I wanted to, but deep down I knew I was just using the extra time to delay the inevitable and get my feelings sorted on the matter, hopefully before I reached the front door.

I wasn’t going to lie; I wanted Vivio. I knew quite well that while my feelings for her were genuine, my desire for her was also real—and something I had to wrestle with on a regular basis. The age difference had always been our biggest obstacle, followed by the amount of trust Nanoha-san and Fate-san had placed in me when we’d started dating. Vivio’s mothers had always had faith in my resolve and never seemed to mind leaving the two of us alone; or if they did, they never showed it in front of me. It was a lot to take into consideration.

(Honestly, I wouldn’t have been surprised if Nanoha-san had somehow roped her childhood friend Yuuno-san into supervising us tonight; she was amazingly sharp when it came to Vivio’s feelings for me, and I had no doubt that she knew what Vivio was thinking.)

Sighing, I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts. I wanted this, Vivio wanted this, and Vivio was finally of legal age. There was nothing wrong if we took the last step tonight. For another thing, I knew my chances of waking up to Nanoha-san having a Starlight Breaker aimed my way were slim to none, despite the rumors that she was the White Devil incarnate when it came to her daughter dating.

No, contrary to belief, my biggest fear wasn’t Nanoha. In a way, my biggest fear was myself.

I would be lying if I said I was still a virgin; I’m not. While I’m not as promiscuous as the tabloids like to speculate I am, I’ve had a relationship or two that went that far before things were broken off, so I know how sex works. None of the break-ups were bad, and I still enjoy their friendships today.

The problem is, I don’t like the thought of breaking up with Vivio. I quite hate it, actually. And my biggest fear is that her first time, with me, might not live up to her expectations of it.

It’s an understandable fear; at least, I like to think so. I know Vivio has wanted this for a long time, and so have I; I don’t want it to be less than the best for her. I want to give her that, because I love her and because I can still remember what my first time was like.

Sighing, I shook my head again and decided not to think about it as I shoved my hands deeper into the pockets of my light winter jacket; since Vivio had never implied that beyond whatever happened tonight this date was different from any other, I was wearing a dark gray sweater and black pants, normal attire for me. It was simple, but I figured Vivio would appreciate it later tonight.

I wouldn’t think about it anymore, I resolved. Thinking about it only made me nervous and made me doubt myself and what I wanted to do; what I knew Vivio wanted. Whatever happened tonight would happen, and I would have no regrets.

I snapped out of my thoughts by… almost walking right into the door. Huh. That had been fast. Laughing softly to myself and wondering where all the time had gone, I lifted a hand and knocked on the door.

“Coming!” I heard her call from inside, followed by the sound of her darting through the house to reach the door and let me in. I felt my shoulders relaxed, and I smiled.

Yes, that was it. Whatever happened tonight, I was ready for it and would accept it as it was, regardless of the outcome.

For Vivio’s sake, I hoped it would be a good one.

Guess I'll comment here...

*nods* wow... heh, nice look into Lutecia's mind-set there. Very nice. :3

Vivio: Hooray! RadiantBeam finally let me do it! Hooray!
Lutecia: SHHHH! no breaking the fourth wall or yelling so loud that your mothers hear it!
Vivio: ...Um... Whoops.

[RadiantBeam]

Originally Posted by Nanya01

Vivio: Hooray! RadiantBeam finally let me do it! Hooray!
Lutecia: SHHHH! no breaking the fourth wall or yelling so loud that your mothers hear it!
Vivio: ...Um... Whoops.

No, see, technically my fanon Vivio isn't getting any since this fic is set in an AU setting compared to my current ViCia/Shadow series. So my Vivio is still a virgin despite her best efforts.

[Nanya01]

Originally Posted by RadiantBeam

No, see, technically my fanon Vivio isn't getting any since this fic is set in an AU setting compared to my current ViCia/Shadow series. So my Vivio is still a virgin despite her best efforts.

Vivio: WAAAH!! No fair!