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puppetmaster13u · 1 year ago

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Prompt 56

Hear me out: Au where GIW took Vlad while he was in the hospital or close to it. They learned about the ecto-contamination, how somehow he was still alive, continuing to live even while his temperature fluctuated between extremes that should kill a person, that should be impossible. So they sweep in- wipe all files on the man, and slip away. Of course this means that Vlad never becomes Plasmius, his Obsession never gets to form around Maddie It’s Freedom he just wants to be free, to see the sun one last time nor does he become an antagonist. In fact, he has no idea about what his old college friends are up to, nevermind the existence of their children. But that doesn’t stop Danny from becoming a Halfa himself.

Ultimate Enemy came into being from Danny getting captured and also tested on, to where he nearly shattered. He lost everything, he just wanted to be left alone, but they wouldn’t stop, and well, they have two specimens now, they don’t need the first now, do they? Dan is still a fusion of sorts, of a Danny who ate Vlad’s ghost. But he didn’t have a choice. Vlad was already splintering, was already dying, and they both agreed that the GIW couldn’t get a Core, that it would be catastrophic. And maybe, just maybe, with the power boost Dan could escape, do something. But that core? That grieving, broken core that Hates just as much as Dan does, it doesn’t just raise his power.

Danny, he learns all of this. Looks into the eyes of a him who has lost everything, not just once, but thrice, and has an epiphany. He’s not the only one, not the only halfa, and it’s earlier in the timeline, all this not come to pass and…

“We can save him this time.”

Bonus DCxDP crossover on if they flee to Gotham or Bludhaven- a heavily traumatized Dan, a visibly sick and injured Vlad, a worried Danny, and a new clone they manage to stabilize along the way while breaking Vlad out of that hellhole. Or maybe they did a half blind dimension hop with wishing for somewhere safe to hide where they could actually get help.

#prompts #danny phantom #they get to go on a government destroying spree #honestly would write this but i have so many wips #But honestly I feel like it would focus more on Vlad and Dan (at least at first)#dcxdp #dpxdc #dan phantom #vlad plasmius #Vlad's obsession latched onto Dan the moment danny ended up in the labs #GIW are going down #guys in white #Vlad's obsession for freedom got corrupted into revenge while Dan was there #Because before it was just him but now they're torturing this *child*#This child whose lost Everything like he did #Not helped when he learns this is his old friend's surviving chlid and that they're now DEAD

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luckycharming · 1 year ago

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Die A Little Bit (Live A Little More)

“You shouldn’t be here.” Sakura startled, mint green eyes wide with alarm. Heart thumping incessantly against her ribs, adrenaline bleeding in her veins, a screamed birthing and dying at the back of her throat. The derisive snort that echoed throughout the otherwise silent prison cell made her cheeks blush hotly in embarrassment, and she stomped out the burning feelings of anger. She really shouldn’t be down here, and she couldn’t afford to get caught.

And yet, the potential danger of getting caught did not elicit fear or anxiety. All Sakura could feel was an overwhelming wave of both compassion and sorrow. Compassion, because regardless of everything this man has done, she loved him and her heart could not and would not be swayed, and sorrow because of all the tragedy and manipulation and anguish and grief that led him astray and carried his steps until they led him here. Here, being locked away in Konoha’s prison, thrown away like yesterday’s trash. He really was the last living Uchiha, and the thought made Sakura’s eyes sting with tears.

“Don’t tell me you’re crying. And for me of all people? I’m touched.” At least Sasuke’s disdain was a constant that went unchanged. Even bound and chained away, eyes covered with a blindfold inked to the brim with seals that prevented him for using his family’s famed kekkei genkai, normally lithe and muscular frame looking gaunt in a way that made concern thrum through Sakura’s chest, covered in grime and filth and blood?, Sasuke Uchiha radiated an elegance and regality few people could emulate.

He was proud, but Sakura’s keen eyes could tell he was hurting, and she couldn’t stand it, which is what led her here. Naruto, thank gods, was acting as a distraction for her. She only had an hour, and Naruto warned her that she needed to be gone before the Anbu did their routine checkups. He was just as incensed as her, if not more so, and together, they begged and pleaded for Tsunade to let Sasuke go, but the buxom blonde would not be swayed. Sakura adored her teacher, and loved her like a mother, but she did not like how cold she was being. Did she not understand Sasuke’s mindset? Did she not experience grief and injustice from the very system that took away everything from her, only to call her back when they needed her assets again?

If Kakashi were Hokage, he would surely be moved to throw Sasuke a bone, and she and Naruto came to the silent realization that Tsunade must’ve known that and held onto the Hokage hat longer to prevent that. Naruto told her it was a lot of politics involved, and they that they really were leaning towards execution.

Tears dripped down her face without her permission, and she angrily wiped them away. She had no time for tears. She was so tired of crying and being useless. If she had half of Kakashi’s tact or Naruto’s bravery and willpower, she would do something more than slip inside the prison cells and see Sasuke. Wasn’t she trained by the greatest kunoichi alive? And yet she couldn’t muster up half of that monstrous strength to do anything more than sit with him and offer him what? Love? Comfort? Companionship? Since when has Sasuke wanted any of that from anyone, let alone her?

“Sakura.” Her head jerked up, pink locks of hair swirling like sakura petals in a lazily spring breeze, and when would this man relinquish the hold he had on her heart. When would she let him? Even beaten down, frail, and bloodied, he was still so beautiful, so impossibly handsome that she felt her heartbeat running away the longer she looked at him. The wounds from his betrayal stung still, bled faintly, but if she found out her whole clan got slaughtered, that the culprit was her own brother, who was manipulated by the powers that be to carry out such a heinous crime, what would she do?

And then to be paraded around as the Uchiha Prince, groomed for a greatness and destiny he did not consent to? To know that the leader of their village not only knew this, but ordained it and covered it up? She would be beyond angry, and that was putting it lightly. It made her previous comments and behavior toward him all the more childish and embarrassing. How could she not know her teammates were suffering so? Two orphans, children of a prophecy that has led to countless bloodshed and ruin. One held the strongest tailed beast alive sealed within him and ostracized because of it.

“I never wanted any of this for my son, but I had no choice but to do it. His mother was dying and the Kyubi would’ve killed us all within a few years time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Even if we killed him, it would’ve been temporary. He would’ve come back within five years, and without a vessel…” Minato’s voice trailed off, and the threat that hung in the air was ominous. Sakura shivered at the implications his words had. They would’ve been fucked, to put it politely.

“And now he hates me.” Sakura’s body moved before she knew it and her hand gripped his shoulder, green eyes gleaming with understanding.

“He doesn’t. He’s angry and very hurt, but he loves you dearly. Of that much, I know. I’ll talk to him for you, and convince him to speak to you.” And those eyes, bluer than even Naruto’s, shone with relief and happiness.

“My son is lucky to have a dear friend like you. And I’m sure Fugaku’s youngest will warm up to you soon enough. There’s a lot of turbulence and darkness brimming in that young man’s heart. If I hadn’t of died, I would’ve made sure his clan wouldn’t have been vilified and murdered. What was Hiruzen thinking?!” And Sakura couldn’t answer that because nobody understood what went on in the Third Hokage’s head when he came to such an erroneous conclusion. Was genocide really the answer to the Uchiha problem, and why were a whole group of people considered a problem to eradicate in the first place? Were they all were that expendable?

“I’m not used to you being so quiet. You and Naruto could never shut up long enough to hear myself think, and yet all I can hear all not only my thoughts, but yours. I don’t know how you managed to sneak your way inside somewhere so heavily sealed and guarded, but I know you must be on some kind of time limit, and here you are, squandering it by sitting in silence ruminating on things that will do you no good.”

“I’ll ask again: why are you here, Sakura?” Thinking of everything up until now, all the injustice and murder and war and violence, feeling so fucking helpless and useless and unable to make a meaningful impact no matter how valiantly she tried because fear and insecurity continued to grip her in a chokehold, Sakura snapped.

Her hands were reaching for his blindfold, and she broke his seals in mere minutes, her intelligence and tenure as Tsunade’s student paying off. Startled black eyes greeted her, and if things weren’t so dire, if what she was about to do wasn’t so insane, she’d be smug, usher a haughty laugh of her own. See? I am useful. I can get shit done. I don’t need you or Naruto coming to my rescue all the time. I am as good as the two of you. You don’t have to leave me behind because I can keep up with you.

She used that brute strength of hers to break the chains that shackled themselves to him, and when his body inevitably slumped forward, Sakura caught him in her arms, cradling him close to her chest, letting his cheek rest against the swell of her breast.

He took several shuddering breaths, his body trembling from the emotions washing over him, no doubt, and Sakura said nothing, opting to simply hold him and lend him her strength for the time being.

“What are you doing? Why did you… do you not know what will happen to you for not only coming here, but freeing me as well?”

“I don’t care,” was Sakura’s quick retort.

“Well, I do!” was Sasuke’s even quicker response, and his tone was as fiery as the temper his clan was famous for. Sakura flinched despite herself, and Sasuke’s eyes softened. He pressed their foreheads together, and Sakura was not immune to the effect it had on her, face heating up in a soft blush a few shades lighter than her hair.

“Sakura,” he began, tone considerably softer, and where was this energy, this tenderness when she so desperately craved it?, “if you do this, not only will the brand you a traitor as well, but they’ll kill you too. Maybe not, since you have that Senju on your side, but this will not be a good look for you. You and Naruto have bright futures ahead of you. I don’t. This is the end of the line for me, and at least I can die happy knowing that I avenged my clan.”

“And don’t we get a say in anything?! Just because you threw us to the side for you lofty goals for revenge and revolution doesn’t mean we still don’t care about you! What about Naruto, huh? He went through hell and back to save you, and you’re just gonna accept death? What about Kakashi-sensei? Didn’t he take you under his wing? Didn’t he share his very own jutsu with you? Didn’t he try to keep you off that path because he knew this is how it would end?” At that, Sasuke couldn’t help but flinch, head hanging down in shame.

Gloved hands cupped his face and guided his gaze to hers.

“And what about me? Have I not given you all the love I had? My love, my loyalty, my strength, my heart?”

“I didn’t ask for any of that from any of you,” Sasuke feebly denied, but his eyes were telling an entirely different story.

“And you didn’t have to because we all love you. Our team was a toxic disaster and truthfully, we all have room to grow, but at the same time, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be teammates with or taught under. I love you all so much, and I just want you to be happy, Sasuke.”

“I can’t be happy in a village that orchestrated my clan’s death and used my brother as the scapegoat. This system is flawed and made to set all of us up for failure. Us ninja are just tools and fodder for those in power who’d rather sacrifice the youth and those who dare to stand up to them instead of fixing the problem from the source,” Sasuke spat, frame trembling with obvious anger.

“Then let’s burn it down, figuratively, and usher in some actual change.” She helped him up and ushered him on her back so she could carry him that way, and she could feel the embarrassment and indignation coming off him in waves, but he didn’t protest. She’d carry him in her arms, but needed her arms free and she was almost positive he would’ve fought her back if she tried that. Hell, he probably would’ve bitten her.

“What do you-?”

“C’mon, Forehead! Hinata and I aren’t getting any younger! Do you know how hard it to focus while you two are confessing your dying love to each other?” Ino’s indignant tone broke whatever moment they were having, and they both blushed, Sasuke hiding his against the skin of the back of her neck, and Sakura hiding hers behind her naturally rosy hair.

“Fuck you, Ino-Pig! I had to convince him to cooperate!”

“You spent more than half the time just staring at him! You could’ve just fucked him, if that’s all you were gonna do! Or at least be a good friend and let me help or something, but you got so touchy when I suggested it, and I wasn’t about to get punched. I’m too pretty to be walking around with a bruised face.” She and Sasuke blushed hotly all over again, and Hinata breaking the jail cell open was a welcome distraction from whatever bullshit Ino was saying.

Lavender eyes peered at the both of them in silent amusement before ushering them outside, Ino leading the front, her and Sasuke in the middle, and Hinata in the rear.

“Temari and Tenten are waiting for us,” she murmured to her, her voice soft and melodious like chiming bells. “Shikamaru and Neji are keeping the guards at bay, and Lee, Shino, and Kiba are with Naruto. They all should be on their way to where we agreed to meet up,” Hinata explained, Byagukan activated and ready to use. Sakura smiled in relief, heart brimming with joy. Meanwhile, Sasuke could only take all of this in silently, annoyed that happiness was blossoming in a heart he thought long dead. They were all crazy and none of this was bound to go over well, but still, his treacherous heart beats with hope.

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