Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange ๐
Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!
Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice โ one softer than all the rest โ to reach him.
Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.
โFuutaโฆ Hey, Fuutaโฆ Are you alright?โ
He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgramโs intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Esโ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Esโ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.
On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.
(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasnโt sure what type of day it was yet.)
He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.
โIโm here,โ he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgramโs systems, and he wouldnโt let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.
โHow are you holding up?โ
Fuuta pressed his lips together. โAny news on getting us out of here?โ was all he said.
Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door โ neither of them could really know), Minatoโs fingers adjusted his headset.
โIโm still working on it. These things take time.โย
โIโm definitely gonna need it after today.โย
โYour interrogationโฆ I know.โ
Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. โHow much did you see?โย
Minatoโs eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files heโd gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.
โI donโt have cameras. I donโt see much at all.โ
โTch, Iโm not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?โ
โ...Everything.โย
Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.
Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadnโt been disconnected.
โSo then, you know,โ Fuuta said at last. โThereโs no fucking way Iโm getting forgiven this time around.โ
โYou canโt be so sure. Theโโ
โNo one in their right mind would forgive me after that.โ He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted โIโll kill youโ as their plea of innocence? When he wasnโt running his mouth with threats, heโd been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?
โI would.โ
Fuutaโs eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it.ย
โYeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.โ
Minato cracked a smile.ย
โYou donโt think Iโm in my right mind?โ
Fuuta scoffed. โYou post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesnโt sound quite sane to me.โ
โAw, come on. Do you think itโs impossible?โย
Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing.ย
โWell, it should be impossible. Butโฆโ
Theyโd been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasnโt around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasnโt like the vast majority of internet personalities โ weak or needy or inexperienced. Heโd proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato.ย
โIf itโs youโฆ thereโs a chance.โ
โYouโve got that right. You can count on me, alright?โ
Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.
โAlthough,โ Minato put on a falsely serious voice, โweโre gonna have a long talk when you get outโฆ about that yellow jacket you own.โ
โHaaah? Whatโs wrong with my jacket?โ
โThere are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.โ
โThe fuck does that mean?โย
โYouโll be grateful when someone who โposts pictures of clothes for a livingโ helps with your wardrobe.โย
Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him.ย
โAs if Iโd let you touch any of my outfits.โ
โAs if you could stop me!โ
He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.
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After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldnโt hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times heโd checked. His frequent checking hadnโt brought the train to the station any faster.
Minato had told him that he was safe. Heโd said this meeting wasnโt that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax.ย
The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people.ย
Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance.ย
He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuutaโs path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past.ย
โFuuta,โ the man said, gaping in surprise. โItโs me.โ
He inhaled sharply.
It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations.ย
Fuutaโs eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person heโd spent hours talking to. The person heโd spent days passing the time with. The person heโd spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.
His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, heโs shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, Iโm probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think Iโve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.
Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuutaโs hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him.ย
โYou did it. My god, you did it.โ
He breathed into Minatoโs shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears.ย
For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didnโt care in the slightest.ย
Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms โ he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.
Talk about impossible.ย
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I really want to shout into the void some of my opinions/ headcanons/ whatever about Black Canary, aka Dinah Lance.
firstly, this is entirely personal, I don't like her being drawn super skinny. this bitch is a martial artist, yes, but she fights bastards 3 times her size with no super powers (at least in strength). make my bitch a tank please, if Bruce gets to be thick so does she
also, I wish artists allowed Dinah's fashion to be more expressive outside of her bodysuit and fishnets. I mean, with the combination of fishnets, big boots and a leather jacket, I would assume she's into some kind of alternative fashion - whether that's punk or dad rock I don't care but it would be fun to see that more
I really really want to explore her relationship with Bruce/Batman. for all intents and purposes, I think Dinah and Bruce are quite similar: they're both stubborn, they're both very loving beneath an intimidating exterior, they both want to help people. but I also think this would lead them to but heads a lot, considering they come from very different backgrounds and believe in very different methods to keep people safe
on the topic of relationships, the way comic creators often display Dinah and Oliver's (Green Arrow) relationship can frustrate me. I understand that Dinah is seen as an Agressive WomanTM but stop making her hit Oliver. I think Justice League Unlimited made them feel like an actual couple who flirt n shit
thanks to Batman: The Brave and the Bold, Music Meister showed me how fun it can be to put Dinah in very confusing or difficult situations simple because villains think she's pretty. it's likely gonna make me write stuff in the future but, like, that episode was so fun and I want more of that now
finally, if I had to state my biggest muse for Dinah content (writing and drawing alike) it has to be WWE star Rhea Ripley. she's certainly more villain coded on stage but her attitude and cheek and stubbornness and ugh just everything makes me think of Dinah. also, she's hot as fuck
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