There were a gaggle of kids that happened to be there, packed into the back of a Providence assault vehicle. The reason they were there White Knight was unsure of. There always seemed to be (frankly too many) children jumping across the streets nowadays.
White Knight was many things: an ex-mercenary, the Director of Providence, an ally against Planet Fusion, and currently holding back an EVO attack after an unfortunate mutation in (ironically) the Townsville EVO Research Conference. What he didn't know he was: scouted by another secret organization.
contrast and fun character interactions are my favourite part of any crossover. it's just so funny to have a grounded character interact with wackos
“Stop fussing over me.”
“I will when your fever breaks,” they replied. They gestured to the stew, untouched aside from the near-spill. “Should eat that before it goes cold.”
Dream rolled his eyes at the nagging. “What, gonna sit here and watch me until I do?” Punz merely raised an eyebrow.
“...you’re the worst.”
Stubborn refusal of injury won’t slide in this household.
A short little fic I threw together for stagedduo day bc I couldn’t finish the one I had planned to post in time! Chapters 2 and 3 will be out soon <3
That was the scene Natsu and Lucy arrived to. He barely noticed the rescue team make their way around the battlefield, attempting to avoid the main skirmish. He was immediately in his own battle, a woman with spikes sticking out of her skin having cut him off from following Lucy. Spikes flew out of the womans skin towards him, being washed away by the wave of water he brought up in his defense.
He had no other time to prepare as she lunged at him, her needle sharp fist slamming into his jaw. Natsu tumbled ass over teakettle before righting himself quickly, gashes causing blood to drip from his jaw. The woman was nearly on him again, and he quickly brought up a wall of ice, creating a thick barrier between them. The spiked kick that had been aimed at his chest now caused the woman to be stuck to the ice, cursing in what could only be Spanish.
Natsu swallowed as he raised his hands to the ice wall, willing himself to finish it. He knows he must, just as Regin had said. If he doesn't, she could go after someone else.
Like Lucy.
The ice wall crashes down on top of the woman, his own icy spikes spearing her to the ground. He's nearly sick at the sound, turning away as her scream of pain gurgles into nothing.
It feels like an eternity has passed, and yet Lucy has not made it far from him as she runs through the battle, the earth rising up around her as she fights. Natsu is swept into another battle, this one with a set of twins with a set of sparking batons that seem to appear out of no where.
In the next instant one is beside him, the high powered electric baton slamming into his chest. He falls back with a pained cry, his muscles convulsing as he tries to right himself and stumbles back. The second twin is in front of him, and Natsu realizes that what they posses is incredible speed. He manages to dodge the second baton, kicking the man square in the chest as hard as he can. He stumbles back, slipping on the ice that is now beneath his feet.
The small area is now a ring of ice, and as one twin tries to approach, the ice causes him to over shoot. A blade of ice now in hand, Natsu counters the next attack with a devastating slash across the mans chest. He stumbles back, his twin yelling in anger before charging Natsu. Raising the ice blade in defense, it sinks into the mans stomach, and Natsu has to turn to let the man drop.
He turns back to the injured twin, only to see a man standing beside him. The twin grips the mans ankle, blood trickling out of his mouth. "Nathan... Help me..." The man begs, coughing slightly.
The man, Nathan, looks at him with disgust in his pale green eyes, kicking his foot free. "If you can't take care of a punk like him," he holds his hand palm down over the man.
"No... No Nathan please!!" The man tries to drag himself away as Nathan brings his hand into a fist. Blood gurgles out of his mouth as he jerks, falling face first onto the ice.
Natsu pales as he realizes what the man did, the ice thinning around them as those pale eyes lock on him. "Those are just some cheap tricks boy," Nathan says calmly as water rises to his hands, slowly encasing his arms in ice. "Let me show you the true strength of water."
White Knight was futilely hoping everything would all be a bad dream. A terror to propel him awake in the dead of the night, another reminder that his body refused to rest. Not when he was still in danger, not when he still had work to do. A stressful moment plunging him head-first into being an EVO, then darkness, then back to his box.
Instead, when his eyes snapped open, he was greeted to a view of the Providence bunk beds — and his mind, addled, for the briefest of seconds, had thought he woke from two nightmares nested in one another. That he was back to being a simple Providence soldier. Then, bitterness in the back of his throat. A hazy relief that turned to icy clarity when his senses came to.
… came online, more like.
chapter 2 of the bodyswap fic... is finally here!!!
UHHHH I wrote a couple of Generator Rex fics since June for your reading pleasure 🫡 they're wk-centric
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White Knight wakes up to find he's missing six years of his memory. Too much has changed.
Six Minus Six AU where Six managed to channel the energy away from himself, back into Providence Headquarters. Unfortunately, White's caught in the crossfire.
Anywhere but Here - ch 1/?
It was cold, and some stupid, oxygen-deprived part of White Knight wished that his death could have been prettier. Maybe instead of an artificial voice tonelessly informing him of a nanite breach in his exosuit while his lower half was crushed and useless, there could have been someone holding his hand and begging for him to stay with them. He doesn’t have enough energy left to even give one last huff to that complete joke.
White Knight, going EVO, and repressed emotions breaking through.
redirect - ch 1/?
Oh, no.
Rex had a sneaking suspicion he knew what happened, even if he didn't know how.
He was in White Knight's room. He was in White Knight's body.
Rex and White Knight deal with the aftermath of being bodyswapped, not knowing when it can be reversed, and each other.
Five years ago, a massive explosion released microscopic machines called nanites which infected every living thing on Earth. Perfectly harmless—until they activate and mutate their host into a monster known as an E.V.O. Any time, any place, the nearest plant, pet, or person can violently go berserk and wreak destruction.
Fortunately, under the "careful" management of Rex, Providence has the one and only cure: an amnesiac EVO. named Knight.
“Agent Holiday, report. Is—” Rex would have liked to make it one hour, just one hour, without fumbling his lines or outright forgetting them, but looked like fate had other surprises in store! “Holy shit! Is that blood?! ”
Nigel woke to the murmured voice and a soft brush of fingertips on the side of his neck.
“My pinup?” He rolled his shoulders to knead the pillow lower and turned further onto his side.
Adam was barely awake, one hand tucked under his face and the other tracing the tattoo on Nigel’s neck, the light touches raising goosebumps on his skin. In the dim morning light he could see pillow creases on Adam’s cheek, dark eyelashes hovering heavy above them.
“Yeah.”
Nigel smiled and carded his fingers through Adam's sleep-messy hair, pushing it off of his forehead. “No one, darling. She’s a representation.”
“Of sex?”
“Right on the fucking head.”
“But you’re having sex with me.”
Nigel laughed, grabbing Adam’s hips and pulling him up onto his body. He was still pliant with sleep and melted on top of him, a warm and pleasant weight.
“What are you saying? I should get a dick tattooed on the other side?”
“No.” Adam’s short nails scraped against his skin while he dragged fingers through Nigel’s chest hair, lazy, petting him. Nigel laced his fingers in the small of Adam’s back.
“Then what, star boy?”
“Does she have a name?”
“No.” Soft, murmured. “Did you have one in mind?”
Adam nodded, his chin rubbing against Nigel’s sternum, a smile curling the corners of his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Venus.”
Nigel wondered if it was possible to sprain his face with the intensity of a grin. “Of fucking course it is."
