May I Request More RoD Fuyuhiko And Kidnapped Makoto? π©
May I request more RoD Fuyuhiko and kidnapped Makoto? π©
Oh boy, I've imagined this so many ways. Right now, I'm kind of into the idea of it being a very formal and dignified kidnapping.
Like, he's got that three-piece suit brand of villainy; he could send Peko to knock Makoto out and drag him home (and if they were close/dating in school, he does think of his home as Makoto's home, however complicated his feelings are now), but more likely he's sending a car to block Makoto's (walking) path and Peko climbs out and informs Makoto that the head of the yakuza would like a word and it's nonnegotiable.
Ideally (for Fuyuhiko), he does this before the Future Foundation gets to Makoto, but he'll find a way after, if needed. (And it's perhaps more interesting, story-wise, if Makoto has at least spent a couple of days with Future Foundation before Fuyuhiko can abduct him.) Whatever the case, he'll make arrangements to get Makoto alone, a car will pull up in front of him, and:
"Makoto Naegi," the gray-haired woman says. (Not like a question; it hasn't been a question since the killing game. At least, not a genuine one. It's so weird, to have other people know his name before he knows theirs.) "Your presence has been requested. The boss asks that you get in the car without making a scene, and nobody gets hurt."
"The boss?"
"You won't know the details until you meet the boss in person." The young woman shifts her shoulders in a way that subtly hefts the sword bag strapped to her backβ which she hasn't yet reached for. "Will you come willingly and save the lives of the companions who have lost track of you already, or will you resist, be taken by force, and guarantee the blood of your companions is shed?"
Makoto's confused demeanor hardens, sharpens, the adrenaline pumping in his veins sending him right into trial mode, ready to argue, to push his way to the right answer.
But before an argument can form in his mouth, he takes another breath. And he says, "They won't be harmed if I get in the car?"
They will lie to you, he's been told. They will trick you. It's not like Enoshima's game; those aligned with despair have no rules, no honor. Especially not if they valued those things before.
"The boss gives his word," the young woman replies. "They won't be harmed."
If she's telling the truth, then he has to get in the car. If she's not...then she still has a sword, is the thing. And even without it, she's bigger and he's alone.
"Then I hope your boss doesn't squander his word," Makoto says warily.
"And I hope you aren't stalling." Strangely, the young woman smirks. The look she's giving him now is almost fond. "I've told you once before that you aren't good at it. But you don't remember that, do you?"
Before he can wrap his head around that, gunshots start going off somewhere.
Makoto's blood runs cold, at the sound of far-off screams. "You said they wouldn't-!"
The young woman merely sighs, rolling her eyes and drawing her sword from her bag as languidly as though it's a tedious chore. "They're early," she says. "Heads will roll for that. My master wanted you to come willingly. It would have pleased him a great deal."
Makoto does his best to run, but she strikes him with the hilt just hard enough to dizzy (and no doubt bruise) him, and while he's disoriented, she hauls him into the car and locks the doors.
She buckles him in while he's blinking the stars out of his eyes and nursing the sore spot. By the time he's steadied himself enough to try to unbuckle himself or reach for the car door, her blade is already hovering at his throat.
She's sitting beside him, also buckled in. The car has started movingβ some faceless driver, divided from them by tinted glass. "My master would prefer that I deliver you to him untied," she informs him, "but I am permitted to bind your wrists and ankles, should you make it necessary."
"Who are you?" he asks.
"You don't need a name to address me, with only two of us here. And once I deliver you to the boss, there will be no need for you to address me at all."
"But who are you?"
With a single, almost imperceptibly swift motion, her sword returns to its bag. "I am the sword on my back," she answers. "Don't waste your questions on a sword."
He falls asleep in the car; it's a long-ish ride. He doesn't mean to nod off, but subconsciously there's an assumption that when the car stops, he'll naturally wake up.
This does not happen.
Instead, he wakes up in someone's private study.
There are bookshelves, a big wooden desk and cushioned chair. The lights are off, but there's a fire in the fireplace. Makoto is sprawled across a small couch. The gray-haired woman stands with her back to the wall and her hands folded.
And a small figure stands warming by the fire. His back to Makoto, his whole form shadowed.
"You know," the young man says, "I really didn't expect you to survive."
Makoto's hand finds the sore spot on his head again. (For some reason, he's thinking of Mondo.) "I, uh, get that a lot."
A breathy laugh. "I'll fvcking bet. What else do you get a lot?"
"...That I'm short in person? That I should've told someone about Sakura. That I should see a doctor, because that fall might have caused internal damage. That my voice sounded kind of squeaky on TV. That my eyes actually look browner than they expected, or greener. That Sayaka..." He trails off. People...say a lot of things about Sayaka. That they used to be a fan of hers but would never see her the same, that they were still a fan and they hoped it was okay with him, that they'd been rooting for Makoto to figure out her plan before...Yeah, they say a lot of things.
Why is he telling a stranger any of this?
Is he stalling, knowing this conversation is likely to get a lot less friendly soon?
It doesn't feel like it. He does feel the dread of knowing that this abduction is clearly not a friendly one; he heard the gunshots earlier. He remembers that. But something in the way the young man at the fireplace laughed, the way the gray-haired woman smiled, before...He doesn't know them, but it seems like they know him. Not in the way of the people who feel they know him from watching the killing game. Talking to them feels like talking to people who actually know him.
"That Maizono b!tch," the young man scoffs. "I could have thrown up, watching you fawn over her fake *ss all over again."
And just like that, Makoto's curiosity takes a back seat. "Don't call her that!"
"Traitor-*ss b!tch. I was glad she died first."
Makoto springs to his feet, but he's barely taken two steps in the young man's direction before the gray-haired woman has once again blocked him with the edge of her blade. "Sayaka wasn't a traitor! She never wanted to hurt anyone! That was just what Junko drove her to!"
"...And that's saying something," the young man continues, ignoring Makoto's interruption, "because I was really wondering what it would feel like to watch you die. What I would become, after. I was really fvcking curious. Still am."
Makoto's fear doesn't supersede his anger; it just shapes it. "I don't know who you are," he says bluntly.
The young man's head turns slightly, but other than that he doesn't respond.
"Who are you?"
"The kid wants an introduction." His head turns toward the gray-haired woman. Though Makoto can't see his face, the smirk is audible in his voice as he continues, "Only, suppose we like to be forgotten."
"I figured you were probably someone I used to know...right?"
Once again, no verbal answer.
"Both of you," he continues. "Maybe...from my time at Hope's Peak Academy, or maybe-"
"Did I say his *ss could speak?" the young man inquires.
"You didn't, Young Master," the gray-haired woman says.
"I don't know what you want with me," Makoto continues firmly. "Or, what you think you're getting out of bringing me here, so it would help if you'd just tell me." After a second of silence, he added, "If you're someone who thinks I killed Junko-"
"You didn't kill Junko." The young man turns to face Makoto, but the darkness in the room and the fire at his back still make it impossible to really see his face. "Junko went out on her own terms. You didn't even push the button; all you did was win an unwinnable game. And those dumb*sses sure were desperate to hitch themselves to a winner."
"Who are you?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm still fvcking pissed off that we all missed out on Plan A. She told us all about the execution she'd put herself through if she somehow lost, but Plan A was always a surprise. She was so sure she'd win."
"Who are you?"
"But that's not why you're here." Suddenly, the young man grabs a fistful of Makoto's shirt and drags him close. They're face to face. Makoto sees golden eyes and freckles. "No, you're here because I was denied the chance to watch you die. And like I said, I'm really fvcking curious."
Before Makoto can conceive of a response, he is shoved backwards to the carpeted floor.
"Take him to his room."
"H-Hey...!" Makoto winces as the gray-haired woman grabs him by the upper arm, yanks him to his feet, and drags him from the room.
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Your Husband Is A What?
Damian/Duke is trapped in a weapon (like one of those cool big ass anime swords) and it's up to Danny to get him back to normal.
Travelling back to the past seemed fun but unfortunately all the other heroes think he's a little crazy, and yes, he may have a few screws loose but his husband really is trapped in this weapon damnit.
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How they met could be made into a book with the title Love At First Fight, because that's exactly how they met each other.
Danny had taken a route that was basically a dark alley, so there really wasn't no surprise when a couple of guys tried to rob him. Well, Danny was not one to back down and with a trusty steel pipe he found right next to the dumpster he began taking them down.
In the aftermath Danny's jeans had become ripped jeans but he wasn't sure if they could be considered proper clothing to wear anymore, which pissed him off so he got one more hit in with the steel pipe to the nearest man next to him.
Footsteps as light as they were still alerted Danny to one more thief in his vicinity. Without much hesitation he turned swiftly and dashed towards his opponent. Steel meet steel as his attacker counteracted his attack with a weapon of their own. Danny still had powers though, so using a bit more strength he sent the other's weapon flying in another direction, giving him the opportunity to strike.
He didn't know when he lost his own weapon but somehow him and his attacker were now fist fighting on the floor. It was only after the adreneline had calmed down somewhat that Danny was able to see he was fighting one of Gotham's heroes.
Quickly separating himself from the hero he profusely apologised before dashing off to deal with the action of beating up one of his favorite heroes.
What followed afterwards were a series of events that always ended up with the two meeting each other and engaging in a 'battle' of sorts. One thing led to another and for some reason they ended up kissing in the same dark alley they first met, away from any prying eyes. After that night things changed significantly.
Danny always knew the indentity of the one that became his love because of the otherness he could feel beneath their skin that reminded him of himself and eventually he told them about Phantom.
It took a lot more meet ups in secret before they were finally comfortable enough to officially meet each other's family and it had gone a lot better than they were expecting.
Sometimes they would help each other out on missions and this time was no different. They were dealing with another crazy magician who thought he could take over the world by using the power of an ancient deity. They managed to stop him but before he could be detained he fired of one more spell that trapped his boyfriend in his weapon and used some sort or artifact to send them careening through a portal.
Luckily for them they ended up with the JL, unluckily for them no one seems to know who they are.
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Flash: Are we sure he should be in the watchtower?
Black Canary: He's not doing anything bad, look at him.
Phantom using his lover as a swing: ^o^
Green Arrow: He thinks that's his husband trapped in there.
Black Canary: He could be.
Flash: How old is he anyways, he looks too young to be married.
Superman: C'mon everyone let's not talk about him while he's right there.
Greenlantern: Look at him! Does it looks like he cares?
Phantom still using his lover as a swing: ( β§αβ¦)
Superman: It's still rude.
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Based slightly off of Aba from Guilty Gear.
I imagine Danny pulling a Sayaka (from Madoka Magica) and stabbing the sword through him for a power-up and everyone panics for a hot minute before realizing he's fine.
Saw a tiktok talking about AO3 controversial tags in fics you enjoy and some of these comments should NOT be admitting to what they read so freely, some of yall need to be placed on the FBI watchlist.
the statements "clothes don't have gender" and "clothes can and do invoke gender dysphoria and euphoria for many people" can and should coexist.
Me: Idgaf about Naruto, I'll never be interested in-
*that one Danny phantom x Naruto crossover fanfic*
Me: This is so good omg omg omg omg, I must know EVERTHING about these characters.
The joke was on me fr, I went into it for shits and giggles and came out giggling and shitting. I have a very vague understanding of what's going on in Naruto and that's because instead of watching it for myself I watch youtube explained videos, tiktoks and posts from different apps.
This is them btw:
Help!
There was a dp x dc fic I read months (or years) ago and I need help finding it.
In this fic Danny was an adult (I think around the same age as Dick) and while walking around a graveyard he hears someone desperately trying to get out of their grave and goes to help. After helping the person, which turns out to be Jason Todd, Danny helps him back to the manor where he reunites with Alfred, then Bruce and eventually Dick (although Dick was a little jealous of him at first).
It would soothe my brain if anybody out there knows the fic and has a link or title they can give, please.
Edit: Nvm yall, I found it!
Here it is:
I'm going to take you up on this and suggest that it was Damian (who's the same age or a little above) who he was waving at. π€
Oh My God Another One
Danny: *laughing like a maniac after discovering a new power he could use to torment Vlad*
*Batfam arriving at the scene*
Danny, a bit high on chemicals: HI DAD! :D
Batman: ?!?!?
Red Hodd: God not another one.
Red Robin: Black hair and blue eyes combo number four, now with meta powers.
Robin: Father your knowledge of basic intamacy practices needs to be revisited.
Batman: !?!?!?!?!?
Nightwing: Jeez B, don't you have enough already?
Stephanie: Right! It's just getting ridiculous at this point old man, pack it up!
Duke: He just blew up that construction site.
Cass: New brother.
Batman: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!
I just finished How To Become A Dragon on Webtoon and I'm still salty about what Mr. Kim did to Bari. Maybe it's still too fresh in my mind to fully process and understand where he was coming from, but how could you look into those big beautiful eyes and not do everything under the sun to please him? Crazy!
Question for naehinahara au. Who falls for who first (if romantic) and how would the interactions be when they figure out they like each other?
I'm thinking Makoto and Hajime already kind of have a preexisting rapport, having known each other longer and relied on each other in the past. They don't read their own interactions as flirty, but there are a lot of grim smiles exchanged over jokes that no one else understands, and since they're the only pair of people there who have a mutually-remembered deep connection, basically all the ingredients are in place for them to swiftly bypass every step between fond acquaintance and "I can't lose him." It's not even a situation where they really consciously notice the transition, besides maybe a thought like "I never imagined sleeping in Hajime's bed before, but this is nice."
They both feel protective toward Shuichi, since he's the most recent survivor, and he's initially looking to both of them as the two guys who are supposed to be able to handle this. Between the Ultimate Hope and the Ultimate Talent, if anyone can face this and pull everyone out alive, they can.
Shuichi's arc is realizing that Makoto and Hajime are both also guys with killing game trauma who shouldn't have to be dealing with this again. He sees Hajime cry, he sees Makoto shut down, and sometimes he's the one getting them out of bed. Seeing this side of them makes him realize how alike they are, and how they're some of the few people in the world who have been exactly where he was and understand completely. It's a very intimate feeling. Shuichi's feelings toward them turn into something like thirst (and I mean that non-suggestively, unless you want it to be suggestive, lol). He feels as though he's getting by on just this feeling of being so understood, and getting to understand them better makes him feel like there's something in this situation that he can grasp. Piece by piece, they become more human in his eyes, and more wonderful.
Makoto starts to feel attracted to Shuichi during their normal conversations and free time. It makes him feel a little more at peace when he's able to get a normal conversation out of Shuichi and see him smile. The situation is really stressful for the three of them especially, and anytime he can get Shuichi or Hajime to take a breath and not be in survival mode is a big relief. They get to know each other much like he got to know his friends in his first killing game. When talking to Shuichi and thinking about Shuichi makes him feel all warm inside, he does wonder why he feels that way, but he doesn't pursue the thought too much. It's just nice, that's all.
Hajime starts to feel attracted to Shuichi in moments where he is made to confront the fact that Shuichi isn't just another person to protect. When Shuichi comforts him, comforts Makoto, he sees someone who genuinely cares about them and isn't just relying on them to get him through a killing game, and that really means a lot to him, because he knows how tough it is to feel that kind of thing for anyone under these circumstances. The furthest he goes, as far as considering the nature of his feelings for Shuichi (or Makoto, for that matter) is deeply wishing they weren't in a killing game. By which I mean, when they are cuddling in bed together and he watches them fall asleep, he consciously thinks, I wish we weren't in a killing game. He thinks about sharing these moments with them in times of peace. He doesn't think about whether the feeling is platonic.
Shuichi's the one who probably very consciously notices that he feels romantically for both of them and they feel romantically for each other. He doesn't think they feel that way towards him, because he reads any affection they show him as a continuation of that initial protectiveness.
Royal-ish
Thinking about it Makoto during or after the tragedy would be so high up on the social list that people would start treating him like royalty. Like this man survived a killing game, took down the mastermind that screwed the world over and rehabilatated the most dangerous group of people alive on their planet.
You cannot tell me that Togami and Kirigiri are not working 24/7 to keep people at bay from outright taking him away or desperately trying to marry him (after the tragedy nobody really cares if they're the same sex, they still want him) and that's just the tamer side of things. People have also begun to worship him (much to his dismay) and are already forming weird cults because of it. Makoto just wants to relax in peace but Togami has made sure that whenever he leaves their building he is guarded by atleast five highly trained armed guards.
He tries to protest against this once because he doesn't fully realize that people actually think he's really royalty now and Kyoko brought up all the times he had to be saved from a kidnapping because they let him leave by himself.
"I can take care of myself."
"Did the last three cult leaders tell you that?"
"..."
"..."
"TouchΓ©."
We are suffering from fetching water in Gaza due to the war. Can you help me ππ
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