Hey, @queenofhearts7378, I finally got another part of your prize written.... *grins* Here’s Part V of Whirlwind! [FF | AO3] Here’s the timeline post if anyone wants a refresher, or you can check out Part IV again.
6:16 PM
Jake didn’t expect his cell phone to start ringing, but he wasn’t entirely surprised to answer it and find Danny on the other end of the line. The line crackled with wind, meaning Danny was moving and doing a poor job of sheltering his phone, and if he was calling without stopping— “What’s up?” Jake asked, not entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer. Hadn’t getting reamed out by his mom been enough? If something had gone wrong with Danny’s fight with cat boy—
“Did you give your Fenton Phone away to some guy calling himself the Ninja?”
Jake groaned. He wasn’t even halfway to the shop—on foot, because he wasn’t wholly eager to get there and explain the whole disaster to Gramps and Fu when it would just mean he’d be yelled at in Chinese and subtly reminded that this was important—and this was not the news he wanted to hear. “Aw, man, he didn’t call to report the fire, did he?” If Danny knew about the Ninja, then he probably knew about everything else, too, and Jake was not in the mood to deal with this right now. At least nothing had gone drastically wrong with cat boy or Danny would have led with that. Not that one bright spot stood for much in this mess. These Miraculous things sounded important, and the Dragon Council was not going to be impressed if they found out he couldn’t stop people from misusing magical artefacts.
Especially when he’d gotten a warning from the Oracle twins.
“What fire?”
“Okay, look, there was this big deal fashion show in town. My mom was catering it. But it’s spitting distance from where we caught cat boy, and the Ninja had already fought someone I’m pretty sure was powered up by our friend with the Butterfly Brooch. I went to warn my mom and things went south.”
“You…. Are you telling me you set the building on fire?”
“Not intentionally! And the sprinklers put it out anyway. My point is, I kinda ruined the show and Mom sent me back to the shop to get Fu and Gramps for backup. She figures we’re gonna need more help—”
“From what the Ninja was saying, she’s not wrong. He won’t give details, but he figures something bad’s about to go down.” The wind noise died away; wherever Danny was, he’d finally stopped moving. “Look, Jake, about Chat Noir. Cat boy. I don’t think we have this right. I don’t think he’s the bad guy here. He was scared of me.”
“You’re a ghost. He probably knew he couldn’t touch you.”
A snort. “That wasn’t it. He could’ve distracted me by endangering a whole bunch of people’s lives, but he never tried it.”
“Maybe because he couldn’t touch you and wanted to stay on your good side? If his partner’s got this Brooch of Metamorphosis—”
“The only time he mentioned his partner was when he said he could beat me without them.”
“Right, because apparently his partner’s working the show my mom was catering. Until I tried to warn her and wrecked it.”
“Just…double check what your book says about the Cat Ring and the Butterfly Brooch. This Ninja guy said he thought things were gonna turn fast, and…. I dunno, Jake. I want to make sure we’re on the right side of this. Something doesn’t feel right.”
They couldn’t really afford to ignore the Oracle twins’ warnings on the basis of feelings, but Jake trusted Danny. “Chill. I’ll take a second look. Or make Fu do it.” Danny’s silence made it clear he wasn’t convinced, so Jake asked Danny for identifying landmarks and told him which way to fly to get to the show. If the Ninja had read the situation right, Jake didn’t really want him to be the only one on the scene.
Danny hadn’t said what had happened with his fight with cat boy—Chat Noir—but Jake could read between the lines. Chat Noir might not have destroyed anything, but he’d managed to give Danny the slip. Jake knew Danny’s skills; that would be almost impossible to do alone. But if he’d managed to make contact with his partner….
Jake ducked into the nearest alley and transformed, heading straight for the shop. Whether or not Danny was right, whether or not the Ninja was right, they needed to figure this out. He was the American Dragon. He couldn’t keep dragging his feet like this. Angry as his mom had been, she might even ask Haley to help him on this. (Unfortunately, Jake knew that if Haley had already been helping him, the mess at the show wouldn’t have happened. She wouldn’t have had any trouble sneaking in to go warn their mom about the danger. She was too cute for people to suspect her. It was really annoying.)
He was barely through the back door of the shop when his cell phone was ringing again. “Did you get lost?” he asked, knowing it was going to be Danny.
“Please tell me you have a cousin in town or something.”
“Uh….”
“Crud. I should’ve known. Just grab Fu and Gramps and get down here as fast as you can. Don’t, uh, worry about being inconspicuous. You can’t make things worse.”
Danny hung up before Jake could ask for details.
Fu brushed the chip crumbs from his chest and pushed away the book he’d been reading. “You and Phantom walk into some planned catastrophe?”
Jake wasn’t even sure where to start. “Yo, we need to get down to the gala Mom’s catering. Like, now. Something happened. I’ll fill in you and G on the rest of the stuff on the way.”
Fu stared at him. “Kid—”
“I’m gonna call Haley to be on standby.” He hated that he was doing this, but he had some idea of what Danny had been through, and his idea of bad…. “Grab that old book on the Miraculous and bring it.”
“Jake? What is going on?”
He hadn’t even noticed Gramps appear in the back of the store. “Something…bad,” he said. “I don’t—”
His cell phone rang again.
Jake answered it without even looking. “Yo, can you spill a few—?”
“Turn on the news, Jakey.”
He blinked. “Trixie?” He’d been expecting Danny again.
“News. Now. Like, any local channel.” And then she hung up.
And then he got a text from Spud. U want us on Rotwood duty?
Jake ran for the nearest functioning TV.
It didn’t take him long to find out what was up. It was on every channel. After all, it was hard to miss. There was a dragon circling above what remained of the crowd from the fashion show gala.
The camera cut to show the Ninja yelling up at the dragon, who paid him no mind.
“Aw, maaan.”
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6:35 PM
Adrien was standing on the platform of the metro, waiting to transfer, when he heard about the dragon.
It started as a sudden exclamation by a young woman telling her friends. At first, he’d thought he’d misunderstood, but then he heard pieces of the story from other hushed—and not so hushed—conversations in the crowd. The ruined fashion show. The fire trucks and other emergency vehicles. The dragon that was surely the cause of it all.
Hawk Moth must have recalled Phantom’s akuma. He must have found someone else to transform, another soul to twist. Except….
Except Adrien had already seen a dragon, or thought he had, and hearing of one now was proof enough. He’d seen one when he’d been captured by Phantom. Which meant neither Phantom nor the dragon were the ones who had been originally akumatized; it was someone else, someone who had the ability to turn others into fairy tale creatures.
If Hawk Moth had wanted to cause chaos, this was surely the way to do it. Adrien had been able to defeat the Critic, would have managed it even without the Ninja’s help, but he couldn’t fight multiple battles on multiple fronts without Ladybug. He might be able to bring her back one akuma, if there were some way to capture and trap it, but not one for every magical creature Hawk Moth intended for him to face. He’d have to find the person who was transforming everyone, and he wouldn’t have a chance to do that until they showed their hand.
Unless they already had.
Ninjas didn’t really count as fairy tale creatures, but they were steeped in legend. The Ninja hadn’t seemed like a bad person, but he might not even realize what he’d gotten into. Hawk Moth gave some of his victims more autonomy than others, and if the Ninja didn’t even realize he was creating monsters to fight—
No. The Ninja had made no move to get his Miraculous, and even if Hawk Moth had assumed Ladybug and Chat Noir had been left behind in Paris, he’d be quick to make that correction. Especially when Ladybug wasn’t here. Hawk Moth might not care about the damage he left behind, but Adrien certainly did, and he suspected Hawk Moth knew that.
If Hawk Moth didn’t want him, hadn’t counted on him or Ladybug being here, then he wanted something else. Other Miraculous, perhaps. There must be more. He’d think that’s what the Ninja had if his costume had made some sort of reference to an animal. Plagg thought other magic was at play, but if it was, how had Hawk Moth found out about it? He knew about the Miraculous, certainly knew more about the Miraculous than Adrien did, so maybe that’s all it was. Maybe he didn’t know about the other magic here, whatever form that magic took. And if there was another Miraculous in New York City—
He couldn’t be sure. Not yet. He’d find out more when he fought to protect the city from the dragon. If he was lucky, the dragon would be as talkative as Phantom had been. And if he was really lucky, the Ninja would turn up again to help him.
Adrien checked the time. His train wasn’t due for at least another minute, and there was an attack happening now. He could travel much faster as Chat Noir than as Adrien. He didn’t know this city from above, but he knew where he was, and he knew where he was going. That would have to be enough.
Adrien slipped away in search of a place to transform and hoped he’d get there before too much damage was done.
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6:41 PM
There was so much fire.
Randy heaved another Ninja Hydro Hand at the flames licking the pavement and was rewarded with a curtain of steam. (How could stone burn, anyway? That was wonk. What kind of magic was this?) He knew he wasn’t out of Ninja Cold Balls yet, but his supply had to be running low.
The smart people in the crowd had run screaming. Too many of them had lagged behind, thinking this was some kind of show. Because fire-breathing dragons were always part of some kind of show. And anyone who could afford to buy something at a fashion show like this had a lot of money, so the people putting on this show had a lot of money, and cool pyrotechnics were almost expected these days.
…Or did people just attend these things and not actually buy something? He really had no idea.
The dragon overhead swooped low, dodged with unfair ease the Ninja Electro-Ball he threw at her (it?), and sent a blaze of fire between him and the crowd, pushing them back.
Randy groaned.
He hadn’t looked closely recently, being too busy dealing with the dragon, but he was pretty sure some of the flashing lights he could still see belonged to firetrucks. He was also pretty sure the firefighters hadn’t just abandoned their jobs to gawk at the dragon, gawk-worthy as she clearly was.
But he was the Ninja.
Fighting a dragon.
In a place where crazy stunts were more the norm than actual magic.
He had no idea what it would take to convince people that this wasn’t a setup and that they were actually in danger. Then again, the dragon hadn’t targeted them specifically. Driven them back, yes, but she hadn’t pulled any shoob move that would’ve resulted in some extra-crispy attendees. She hadn’t gone after any of the vehicles, trying to make something explode or cause more damage. She hadn’t even really done much to the building. She’d mostly just cleared the area in front and, well, focused on him. Which, despite totally being his plan when he’d run after her, was…odd, now that he thought about it.
He went through the motions, calling up another Ninja Hydro Hand, and glanced up.
She was flying lazy circles overhead, expertly avoiding buildings but still managing to catch updrafts when she needed them. She flew like she was an expert at it, like she’d studied it all her life or had a natural skill for aerodynamics. Maybe she studied birds in her free time or something.
She was watching him, her eyes never seeming to flick away from his figure, as if she had some kind of sixth sense and didn’t even need to watch where she was going.
He doused the flames.
She dove.
He tossed a Ninja Bee Ball at her before remembering that their stingers probably wouldn’t pierce dragon hide, and she set the stone on fire again.
He was hot enough that he was seriously debating the merits of using a Ninja Cold Ball on himself, but at least the mask—or maybe its magic—helped him to withstand all the smoke.
“What do you want?” he yelled at her. She’d flown up out of range of anything he could throw at her—again—and had resumed watching him. Maybe she was just trying to wear him out. Maybe he shouldn’t keep putting out the fire. Except then there would be fire, and that would be bad.
At least, when he was fighting robots or monsters, he knew what they wanted. How was he supposed to stop a fire-breathing dragon who didn’t seem to have any kind of goal beyond playing with him until he dropped to the ground out of sheer exhaustion? She hadn’t said anything. He didn’t know if she could even speak or if she’d just spout unintelligible monster gibberish. He’d only heard her roar, which in retrospect had served well when it came to scaring half the crowd away.
He wished it had scared the whole crowd away.
Seriously, people in the place needed to learn when to run.
He wished the Am Drag would come back. This dragon was bigger than the Am Drag, but he could at least fly and catch her. Alternatively, Randy wouldn’t mind Chat Noir turning up again. He could clearly get some good height with his baton stick thing, providing he’d managed to find it wherever Randy had dropped it, and if they worked together, they could totally take this dragon down. He seemed to have some idea of what the whole evil butterfly thing was, too.
Honestly, though, Randy would settle for Mr. Mysterious Voice finally showing up.
Randy didn’t realize he’d gone back to staring at the flames until they were suddenly covered in ice and then gone altogether. He blinked, wondering if he’d thrown a Ninja Cold Ball and somehow immediately forgotten about it.
“Ninja, we need to talk,” a familiar voice said from behind him, and Randy turned.
The voice in question belonged to a teenager (just like him) who didn’t seem to be holding any weapons (just like him) but whose suit was definitely wonk, even by Randy’s standards. The white hair was kinda distinctive, too, and he wasn’t wearing a mask, but maybe secret identities weren’t as much of a thing in the NYC because of all the people.
Randy pointed upwards. “Dragon.”
The boy rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got that. I wanna know what else you know. Like why there’s a dragon.”
Randy stared. “You don’t find a dragon weird? I mean, that’s a real, actual, live, fire-breathing dragon. Emphasis on fire-breathing.”
The boy looked up and considered the dragon for a moment, who miraculously hadn’t decided to dive again and try to fry them both where they stood. Randy decided not to question his spot of good luck. “Yeah,” the boy finally said, “I guess you’re right about the living part. Unfortunately.”
“Wh…how…what? Why is that the part you’re questioning?” His voice did not climb when he said that. Howard did not have it recorded, so it didn’t happen. “I saw a woman get turned into a dragon!”
“A woman, huh?” The boy bit his lip and glanced toward the crowd. As if they were the problem and not the dragon. “Yeah, that’s kinda what I was afraid of. Um. Let’s talk inside.” He made a vague gesture toward the building.
Since Randy had a mask over his face, the other boy couldn’t appreciate his gaping. “I’m in the middle of a fight!”
The boy shook his head. “You’re not fighting. You’re being tested. I was watching. The dragon’s never gone for the crowd, just made you think that so you’d react. She wants to know what you can do.”
Randy crossed his arms. “So why’s she not testing you?”
The boy looked up at her again. “Maybe because she already knows what I can do?” he offered, though his words were full of enough doubt that Randy was entirely unconvinced. “This isn’t my first time in the city, and I think…. I think I know who she is, and the whole dragon thing isn’t normal for her.” He said that like it was normal for anybody, but if Randy asked, it would just delay the fight for longer. And the dragon was still watching them. Waiting. He didn’t like counting on the fact that she’d keep waiting. The moment he did that was the moment she’d stop and decide to move. And then it really would be a fight, even if Mr. Mysterious Voice didn’t think it had been before now. (What kind of shoob stood back to watch a dragon when he could clearly help fight it because he also could do stuff with ice?)
“We need to help her,” the boy continued. He looked back at Randy. “Seriously, can we just talk inside or otherwise away from the cameras for, like, two minutes? I really don’t want my face plastered all over the news if I can help it.”
He was not going to give up on the talking thing, was he? Randy scrubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this,” he muttered, but he followed the new kid and ran for cover.
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6:45 PM
The darkened suite of his hotel room was quiet, safely away from the chaos of the gala for all that it was so near, but Gabriel had still expected to be able to hear screams from across the street, to hear the wailing sirens and the dragon’s roar and the shouts of the failing heroes. Instead, the silence began to stretch, as if everyone were waiting.
When a second hero had run out to join the first, he hadn’t questioned Dracona’s decision to wait. He had not seen if this new hero had come with hidden friends; neither had she. When she’d decided to tilt her wings and circle again, he’d thought her reconnaissance a wise move. But then she’d let the Ninja and the new hero run off to the relative safety of the evacuated site of the gala, and her only response had been to bank right, beat her wings a few times, and circle again.
“Why are you not pursuing them, Dracona?” Gabriel growled, clenching his cane tighter. The Ninja had shown more of his hand, but the newest hero…. Gabriel knew nothing of him, aside from his ability to spread ice in a speed and volume great enough to counter Dracona’s flames.
“You wanted information about this city’s superheroes.” He could sense laughter in her response. “I’ve gotten a good look at the Ninja and have run into Phantom before. Neither belongs in this city.”
Gabriel let out a slow breath. “Where they belong doesn’t matter. They are acting as heroes—”
“Where they belong matters immensely. You only wanted information on this city’s heroes.”
“They are fighting in this city,” he answered through gritted teeth. “However temporarily, that makes them this city’s heroes.”
“I don’t agree. Their loyalty remains elsewhere. Help though they may, the responsibility of the NYC falls on the shoulders of other heroes.”
He should have her writhing in pain for even thinking of speaking to him this way, but she’d be more useful to him if he delayed that method until further pressed. After all, if she still gave him the information he wanted…. “You said you are familiar with this Phantom. Tell me about him.”
“His chosen name is rather explanatory.”
Then again, if she continued to be difficult, he just needed to—
Gabriel frowned. There was no disruption in their connection, but his displeasure wasn’t being translated into pain. Instead, he felt laughter, as if she knew precisely what he’d tried to do, and—
“You unlocked my power,” she breathed, “but you do not control it.”
And then there was nothing. No sensations, no feedback, no knowledge of Dracona’s that he could use to further his plan. She was his champion, but she had somehow managed to shut him out.
“Dark wings fall.” Something was wrong, something was faulty, something was— “Nooroo, why is this happening?”
The kwami ducked his head. “She is right, master,” he murmured. “My magic only served as a key for her latent power.”
“Then we’ll lock it up again,” Gabriel snarled. He had read of many types of magic, but none that would cause a reaction such as this. “We’ll see how bold she is once my akuma is recalled.”
“I don’t think it’s that simple, master.”
Gabriel bit down on the urge to restrict Nooroo’s speech; right now, Nooroo was the only source of information he had. “And why do you say that?”
“I…I don’t know if I can contain her magic with mine now that the path is established.”
“Her magic.” Nooroo would know he was asking for details. The kwami would also know how displeased he’d be if he wasn’t given them.
“It’s a blood magic, not something that can be taken a—”
“But something that can be used?”
Nooroo hesitated.
That was all the answer Gabriel needed.
The means might be more complicated, but he had need of magic, and if he’d happened to akumatize someone with a direct line to that magic, he’d be a fool not to capitalize upon it. She might not want to give him the information he required, but she’d agreed to the contract, and she couldn’t shut him out forever. She had to tell him something.
Even if it was only about herself.
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The Big List of Stories I Want to Write | Plan For 2021 & Beyond
A list of stories and each fandom I want to write in plus a few that will be & might need to be AU. Plus I have ideas that are either after a series or in between seasons. For example; The Nightmare takes place between DBS seasons, possibly the same with Cross in the light that's also four months after The Last Knight. While Emotional Pain is set two years after The Last Knight.
In case you don't know what my fanfiction series is about;
eight years old, Jamie discovers that characters and worlds from T.V shows and movies are real. She invents a device that allows her to travel to these dimensions. Jamie has powers and abilities.
I'm obviously writing out of order, doing my best to write complete stories without leaving the reader confused.
Fandoms I want to wtite about;
Dragon Ball Z; 9 seasons
Dragon Ball Super; 5 seasons/ arcs
Dragon Ball GT; 3 seasons
Transformers G1; 3 seasons
Transformers Armada: 1 season
Transformers Energon: 2 seasons
Transformers Cybertron: 3 seasons
Transformers RiD (2015): 3 seasons
Transformers Cyberverse: 3 seasons
Transformers live action movies
Avatar: the last airbender: 3 sessons
The legend of korra: 4 seasons
Inuyasha: 8 seasons + the final act
I'll likely cover the new series. Waiting for the english dubbed episodes. I may be studying Japanese, but not enough to understand a conversation. Subtitles go to fast for me.
I haven't decided if I'll cover TMNT (2003) but that's another 7 seasons.
A Transformers Prime story is coming this year. Unsure if I should write around the 3 seasons from the beginning, when Knockout is introduced, go off and write something seperete or a mix of following the show and adding my own adventures to the story.
Should I cover siege? Since it's a humanless show & IMO, a re-do of G1 if it were to come out this year, but also taking in the people who complain they're tired of the humans in Transformers media.
Transformers IDW comics: possibly. If I do it'll likely be More Than Meets The Eye / Lost Light.
Danny Phantom is likely going to not follow all three seasons.
Thank my four-year-old niece for showing me Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Though I've watched Disney channel, I haven't in years. We've watched all 3 seasons at least 3-4 times, but watching T.V. with a four-year-old. She asks questions every five minutes. I am thinking though this might need to be AU so Jamie can be 15. Either that or have it that she's the only other human, aside from Master Fu, who knows about Ladybug and Cat Noir; both in costume and true identity, and train them in martial arts. Ninjstu? 😆
Other AU stories I'm thinking of doing;
Transformers fanfiction often has a OC falling for a Transformer, but I've yet to find a story about the couple starting a family. I'm not sure how well such an idea would be taken...but I still planned more than the first story. Even though I also have a love/ hate relationship with the idea. I know, I make no sense 😆
A story with Crosshairs and Drift being together.
So there's at least 15 planned stories that might turn into 40+ ( if each season is a story) plus stories that are between seasons (part of the universe but now following episodes).
I also have a book of one-shots, but I'm uncertain about taking requests. I'm not sure if I could write the good one-shot readers requested. Maybe I'll do requests later in the year.
This is when I hate I couldn't figure out how to write stories while in school and wonder how the hell I couldn't? Not like I was loaded with homework and out with friends often. I got an idea for a non-fanfiction story during my senior year of HS, with a character inspired by a friend. I became unmotivated to write when they died, and this lasted for seven years. Now I'm mad I have all these ideas, trying to find a balance not to get too stressed and confused. Plus, I'd like to get to a point where each chapter in my stories gets more than 3-5 reads per chapter. I probably won't wait until that happens...idk.
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