Fate/War of Anomalies: a Jeanne D'Arc Alter x Male Reader fanfic (Discontinued)

Chapter 4:Gods and Warships

A/N: The decision was a tie between choosing between a flaming stick and a trippy shorter stick. I think the best decision is to put them carefully in a blender, lift them like the lion king, yeet them off a cliff, and see what comes out. Maybe a troll. Look, what I'm trying to say is that the lion king was a good movie and use them both.

Here is how I write:

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'This' = indicates thought

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Noon, 18th of December, 1939

I awoke to something strange today. My command spells reappeared, which is odd since I used all of them unknowingly. Furthermore, there are three more. The pattern has slightly altered as well. The first three spells are a crown, lower jaw, and neck while the other three are a body. It seems familiar in some way. I don't think should mention this to anyone just yet... maybe there is someone that I could trust.

Two days later...

I've looked two days straight. Where the heck is Avenger!? I'm not going to use a command spell for this for something so simple. I've looked in every room except the boiler room but what sane person would go there. It's too damn hot in there...

I go to the boiler room to see nothing. Just a bunch of machines working away. As I am about to lose my shit I heard laughing.

"Were you with me the whole time!?" I say shocked by this revelation.

"Pretty much. It was...amusing to have you looking for little old me~. Fufufu~, " she said as she materializes and continued to laugh. It's weird but I'm not as annoyed by her meddling, I think I'm getting used to it.

"Anyway, why were you looking for me? I bet it's something unremarkable," She said with a hint of blush. Weird.

"Right! Look what reappeared," I said enthusiastically. Her reaction was priceless. She just deadpanned at my hand. She stared for a solid minute before she said anything else I tried so hard not to laugh.

"I...this is why I didn't return to the throne of heroes when you lost your command spells! Why can't you just suffer like your supposed to!" she yelled angrily.

"Is that what you're into? If so, not that interested in that but a ration lunch would do. So what do you say?" I said this to change the tone of the conversation. I could see a blush but after I saw it, she used La Grondement Du Haine to blow me out the window. I only survived thanks to my flame blade's chain. It was worth a try.

An hour later...

After that, I just started fishing. We had a couple of rods to spare because the soldiers took to it to pass the time. It was peaceful. The most peace I had on this journey of mine. It was just me, this line, and the ocean. Until I got a bite...

"My first bite of the day. It seems to be a big one," I say as I pull on it but it tugs harder. It seems to be playing hard to get but I keep on reeling, keep on pulling, with all my strength and... it's a shark. The soldiers from afar cheer me on the catch.

"Now to make you into a soup,"

'Stop you have violated the law! Now release me or I will continue to make flopping sounds!' The shark said to me in my mind. Almost as if it was communicating telepathically and not with its mouth, where had I seen this before? Oh right, in a fucking chicken named Loki!