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Bloodlines AU - 20,000 Pumpkin Pete’s Under the City
A/N: Yes, this is a SpongeBob reference. I just gotta put something out to curb my boredom. Roman is dead in this AU, but this scene from SpongeBob was just too good to pass up as a non-canon gag sketch.
Bloodlines AU - Rolling Thunder
Dominick Schnee and his family were all gathered in the courtyard, with the young heir looking over a set of weaponry for him to try out. In front of him laid broadswords, hammers, pikes including a basic staff. Weiss stood next to her son, curious to see what would be his calling and future best friend in combat.
“Now Dominick, remember that you shouldn't pick a weapon purely on a whim. It has to match up both the fighting style you want to develop, so think carefully.” Weiss advised. “But there's no shame in trying out more than one. If you find two or more you like you could combine them but it all depends on your preferences."
"I know, mom." He replied. "It's just that since dad uses a trident, part of me feels comfortable starting out with a staff. But you use a rapier, so part of me is wondering if I should be a swordsman instead." Nick sighed, raising an eyebrow and adjusting his glasses at the two options he just mentioned.
"What I'm saying is, we shouldn't influence your choice. This is up to you, but if you really want to pick a weapon like ours I won't stop you." Weiss replied.
"Just go with what feels right." Willow insisted.
Deciding to start out simple, Dominick picked up the staff. Klein served them a spot of tea after filling Misha's food bowl.
"Well, this is a sight for sore eyes, mum." The butler said towards Willow. "You hadn't picked up that staff since Weiss was born."
"For obvious reasons.” Willow frowned. “But somehow I'm glad to have moved on from those days. Let's see if Nick received the same Schnee talent for weaponry.”
"Wait a sec, you remember that thing?" Neptune asked.
"It's the only bloody good thing that Jacques ever mentioned about her." Klein replied in his angry persona before switching back as Nick began swinging the staff around.
Remembering Sun's display of prowess, Nick twirled the staff. So far, so good. No bumbling yet as he practiced jabbing the wood forward.
"Little basic, but not bad so far." Neptune observed, turning towards his mother-in-law. "So you used that old thing before switching to your dad's LMG?" He guessed.
Willow nodded. "Yes, before I decided to take after your great-grandfather a bit more."
"What do you think so far, Snow Angel?" Neptune asked his wife.
"He's getting there. But I don't think he's quite found his calling yet." Weiss answered.
Swatting the staff down against the marble surface, Nick twirled it again then slowed down to catch his breath.
"A little heavy, but nothing I can't handle." The heir said.
"Why don’t try some more difficult weapons? See if you have a preference for them." Weiss suggested.
"Okay." He nodded, setting the staff back into the weapons case settling on the war pike next.
"Don't go too hard! You don't want to strain yourself" Willow advised.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He reassured her. "So I just thrust? Is that it, dad?"
"Sure, but you gotta do more than that, pal." Neptune said walking up to his son and positioned him to be holding the pike downwards. "See, you can't have your guard up all the time with one of these. But you also gotta be ready to dodge or parry." He instructed.
Nick squinted. "That sounds counter-intuitive to using a pike."
"Yeah, but it gives you room to strike where your target least expects it. I prefer this stance when practicing before I put 'em up." Neptune answered, heading back to his seat.
"Give it a swing, Dominick." Said Weiss.
"Alright..." And with that, Nick began thrusting, stabbing, and pretending to hit a target with the butt of the weapon.
"Hmm, could use a better form but not bad for a practice swing." The CEO observed.
Thrusting a couple more times, Nick accidentally threw the pike into a shrubbery making Weiss flinch. Walking over and grumbling, Nick took the pike and inhaled sharply pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I...Guess throwing weapons aren't for me, then." He remarked.
"It's trial and error Little Yeti, you'll get it in time." Willow coaxed.
"I know, Oma." He said, settling the weapon's butt on the ground. "I think I could use some target practice."
"Klein. Would you mind setting up the targets?" Weiss requested.
"Right away, Weiss." He said, typing into his tablet and summoning several Knight dummies centered around Nick from the cobblestone. "There you are, sir!"
"Thanks, Klein." Nick stated, readying his pike and practicing his block before taking a swing at the blue Knight.
"Take your time, use your time blocking to read your enemy" Willow called out.
"Right!" Spinning around again, he jabbed green.
The droid was dazed before he landed several weak slashes and attempting to block yellow's punch. A little too late, which the teen shook off before wrestling with the brighter droid's grasp on the pike. He kneed it in its metallic gut before dropping it to the floor and piercing it with the tip.
"You got it, pal! You got it!" Neptune cheered with him dodging and tripping the pink Knight.
Weiss rooted for her boy next. "Well done Nicky, keep it up."
"Give them what for, sir!" Klein went next as Nick hoisted and threw up the red droid into brown. Followed by withstanding some brutal jabs from purple.
"Watch your blind spots." Willow continued.
With a roar, Nick tripped the black droid next, shanking it with the pike before getting ambushed by orange. The droid continuously pounded at his back as he held the pike up, blocking it and trying to find an opening from its onslaught.
"Think Nick, find an opening." Said Weiss.
Hearing his mother's words, he circled around orange which raised its mechanical fists. It's footsteps whirred and clanked while it circled around the makeshift arena with the family watching cautiously, while Misha whimpered for her master crouching down next to Willow.
Willow reached down to pet the Whippet speaking softly. "He'll be okay"
And that's when the young man found an opening. With orange giving a 'come-at-me' hand gesture, the bot was greeted with Dominick charging at it. He was met with a jab to the right cheek, but he knocked the bot down with his shoulder, then curb-stomping it with his foot...
CRACK!
Until he noticed a crack in the ground across the snowflake sculpture's base. The bot was taken out from his bootprint, but Nick curiously eyed the crack.
"...That wasn't- -"
But before he could finish, the sculpture's base gave out, collapsing and rolling towards the family's seats.
"Bloody hell! Mum, get down!" Klein shouted, tackling Willow as Misha ran around barking wildly.
"WEISS!" Neptune shouted next, tackling his wife with all of them ducked down.
Nick ran towards the snowflake in an attempt to grab and halt it.
But it was quickly stopped, rolling in place before landing flat on the ground before it could hit anyone. Neptune was the first to look up, while Willow dusted herself off from that roll. Weiss ran up to check on her son who was currently catching his breath.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?!" Weiss shot off.
"I-I'm fine..." Dominick replied when everyone got up. "What the hell was that?"
Weiss was too shocked to correct her son's language. "I'm not sure"
"Are you hurt, mum?" Klein asked the matriarch.
“I’m alright.” Willow answered. “Neptune?”
"Yeah!" Neptune replied, noticing Misha still spooked and barking her head off. "Uh hey, Willow? I think the dog needs your magic touch!" He observed.
Willow noticed, clapping her hands towards the Whippet.
"C'mere Mish-Mish." She cooed, making kissing noises which the skinny dog immediately took notice of. Ducking cautiously before running at full speed, Misha sat in her place, rubbing her head against her mistress' leg and licking her hand.
"That's a good girl." Willowed hummed, petting behind her ears.
"Sir, what in blazes happened?!" Klein began.
"I- -I stomped on the bot and when I did, the ground cracked," Nick explained, grabbing his shaking hands. "It must've hit the sculpture." He stammered.
"Calm down Nick, we'll figure this out.” Said Weiss. “Now are you sure it was you that caused it?"
"I'm pretty certain, considering it happened as soon as my foot hit the ground." He answered.
Willow walked over to where the statue stood then to the boot mark before turning to her daughter "Darling, his semblance."
Weiss surveyed the destruction "This definietly isn’t the work of Glyphs. Are you positive, Mother?" She then asked.
"Well, that's up to Nick, what do you think honey?” She said.
"Nick, try accessing your aura" Weiss followed up with.
Gulping, the heir did so. Inhaling deeply with his family's Aura color pulsating through his body. Even if it was a cool Spring evening, he still felt the warmth of his soul’s manifestation washing over him which the Schnees noticed with shock and awe.
"...Holy- -" The words died in Neptune's throat when he finally sat down.
"It IS his semblance…!" Weiss gasped.
"I guess so." Dominick concluded with the shimmer fading back to it’s normal state.
Willow smiled proudly. "Congratulations, Little Yeti." She hummed.
“Bang-on job, sir!” Klein added next.
"Uh, thanks." He said, sitting against the damaged base. "I think we should clean this up before we party." He then suggested.
"I'm afraid I'm not really that flexible as was before you were born, sir." Klein remarked with a cringe.
Weiss smiled. "We'll hire someone to take care of it. For now though, we're getting you your favorite drink and a hot bath." She said, pinching his cheek when he stood up. "And strict training to control it so that this doesn't happen again."
“Okay, mom." He said with a flustered smile and giving her a headpat.
Weiss grinned at her taller son’s affection. "That's better. Now hurry up, we have a celebration to get to." She ordered.
Nick left to hit the bath, with Misha following while the family left from the wreckage of their statue.
Bloodlines AU - How to Bungle a Beach Bum
An Atlesian on the beach was like seeing a leprechaun. It just wasn’t that bloody common with how many surprisingly preferred the cold.
Weiss Schnee was one exception though, here on break from CEO work with her 8-year-old son Dominick building sandcastles sitting next to her. Weiss proudly looked at her son, still attempting to form the perfect shape as he glanced at her for advice.
“How did you build sandcastles back then, mother?” He innocently asked.
“Your father used to take me during summer vacation. He was still afraid of water back then, but still enjoyed beaches.” Weiss answered, raising her sunglasses. She then gave a dreamy sigh at the following memory. “We entered a sandcastle competition that day.”
“Did you win?” Nick asked.
Weiss shook her head. “Unfortunately not. But it was still pretty fun, and we’ve been perfecting them ever since?”
“What can I do better with them?” Nick continued.
“Don’t make a sandcastle, sweetie. Make a sand palace!” Weiss beamed.
“Okay!” The young man said with a nod. “I’ll do my best for you. Do you know that man on your right?”
Weiss turned around, noticing a well-built gentleman wearing a black pair of swim trunks and sandals. The CEO blinked in confusion.
“...No? Do I know you, sir?” She finally replied.
“Good day, Miss Schnee.” The man introduced. “I’m an investor here on vacation and wanted to comment on how lovely you look today.”
Weiss raised an eyebrow at that. “Investor, hmm? To what do I owe the pleasure.”
“You see, I’m working on a startup featuring easy stock trades and was wondering if you were available later.” The yuppie insisted, not noticing little Dominick glaring at him in the background.
Weiss paused, only to turn back on her stomach. “I see.” She said. “Sorry, but I’m here enjoying the beach with my son. Have a good day and good luck on the next magnate you come across.”
“Oh, alright.” The schlub replied. “Maybe I could take you and your boy for a ride later, and show you what I have in my office?”
Weiss looked back up, this time looking more irritated. “Already have a ride.” She said, gesturing to her staff car on the parking lot. “And unlike yours, it isn’t compensating for anything.”
“What?” The douchebag replied in mock hurt. “Oh no, Miss Schnee. I meant nothing by it. And I’m plenty...You’re married, aren’t you?”
“Very.” She answered, showing off her wedding ring.
“Well, screw this.” The douchebag huffed. “You’re lucky I don’t have a playroom for your little twerp, toots. Good day to you.” He plainly snipped, storming off.
Weiss scoffed, noticing Dominick’s confused face.
“Typical douchebag.” She commented, laying back on the towel. “You’d think they would’ve learned by now.”
“What’s a douchebag?” Nick cutely asked.
“A bad person, sweetie.” Weiss answered. “A very bad person. Promise me you’ll never be like that guy, okay?” She requested.
“Okay. Why did he try to flirt with you?”
“Because he’s a dummy.” She answered, not that Weiss ever had much love for bankers to begin with.
Nick folded his arms, holding his shovel like a gun. “Bankers sound really stupid.” He admitted.
“Mm-hmm.” Weiss replied with a smile. “Do you want some ice cream?”
“Nah, I’d rather work on this sand palace for now. I know papa wouldn’t put up with this.” Nick said as he looked back on his sandy creation.
Weiss snickered. “Oh, he has stories to tell.”
“You rang?” Neptune Vasilias replied within earshot, carrying root beer over.
“Oh, hi honey.” Weiss greeted, kissing his cheek.
“Hi, Snow Angel.” Neptune kissed her ear in return before looking to his son. “You’re not giving your mom a hard time, are you Nick?” He jokingly questioned.
“No papa.” Nick answered with a head shake. “I was curious about flirting. Mother said there was a douchebag who came up to her.” He said, making Neptune freeze.
“Hey! Language.” Nep scolded with the dreaded finger. “Don’t say that word your mother said. Was he there for long, Weiss?” He then asked, turning to his wife.
“He ran as soon as I showed him the ring.” She answered.
“Did he offer to take Nick at all?” Neptune continued.
“For a ride in the car, but I showed him ours. Thinks he’s so slick, hmph!” She answered, folding her own arms and doing the signature Schnee pout.
Neptune rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, he can go soak his head.” He commented, saving the vulgarities for when they were alone. “You wanna get some ice cream, pal?” He then asked Dominick.
“I wanna do this sand palace first.” Nick insisted. “Mother suggested it and I wanna try it out.”
“I’ll help him out with the palace.” Weiss spoke.
“Still got our old tools?”
“Yeah. Back from when we tried making our own.” She said, giving a quick nuzzle to her husband.
“I am impressed.” Neptune replied. “I’ll be sure to take you guys for ice cream later. And don’t forget the flags, okay Weiss?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Weiss said, getting up to sit behind their son and guide him.
“Sure, papa.” Nick said before giving a triumphant smile to his mom. “I’ll keep the jerks away from you, mother!” He declared, holding up a shovel.
Weiss chuckled. “My little hero.” She replied, ruffling her boy’s hair as they got to work.
