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To my knowledge, this is the first time ever the telepathic link between Kirk and Spock appears in Star Trek media. It's from "Shell Game", a british comic published in 1973. (And yes, those are giant snails behind Kirk).
After this, their mind link would appear in the short story "Mind-Sifter", first published in a 1975 fanzine, and then collected in "The New Voyages" book. Most famous is its appearance in Roddenberry's TMP novelization.
It's curious how different, unrelated authors came to the same conclusion that Kirk and Spock should share their minds across space ("never and always touching and touched", you know), even when this never happened in the series. Though it's possible Roddenberry was inspired by "The New Voyages" book, since he wrote the intro.
PS. Feel free to add corrections to this info if you know of some earlier examples.
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Gotham City By Hypnosis
Bruce Wayne’s Wayne Tech company is off to a sizzling ending to the day when the ole building alarm alert system came on blaring loudly.
Bruce loses his mind getting up as the doors seal closed completely with the window and the steel shuddering all the way down locks them in place.
Bruce panics when his officer walks slide to the side of the room as Superman and good toe shoes Captain America waltz into the room.
“What are you two doing here?”
“We are here to offer assistance if you want.”
“Why lie? We are here to arrest you menace of Gotham.”
“Hilarious! My city is well protected.”
“You mean preyed on”
“Clark look out”
“Kryptonite huh?”
“Does not work on me anymore?”
“What kind of magic is this “
“A wonderful treat”
“You have transformed “
“He is found his proper palace”
“Kneeling at my feet”
“Who are you?”
“Your future Master”
“I bow to no one “
“Are you aiding me or him?”
“Foolish Bruce”
“Boys reach over and collect him”
“Yank them to the side”
“Perfection! Bring him to me “
“Yes Sir”
“Yes Master “
“I shall never submit”
“I am cupping your face for sheer understanding “
“I own you, you see this device on your fore head and sleep”
“Yes Masted! Command me”
Clark and Steve lift up Bruce placing him on the desk laying him straight spreading his body turning him to the side for me to see him on fully on display.
The man placed his finger on to the altering mind control chip pressing on the center of it as the emblem on it glows extravagantly shining throughout the entire building.
Bruce falling in to a deep slumber standing on each side of him, three gleefully with a hell of a joy as a certain blue and black tight leather costumed man.
Lands on to the window sill he cracks it a bit open slipping in to catch us unknowingly but a foot hits him on pressure points and he is tumbling.
Face forward on the floor both men put a foot on him pinning him down for me to walk to him and placing the chip on his head as he going under.
A Hypnotic mind link activated linking those two together soon they both feel like the floor is breaking from under him as the two hit rock bottom.
They shift Bruce to the side leaving him next to Dick the man smooths his hands off of his face then cupping it in to a sweet long and sexy kiss.
Both guys are sitting in a chair suddenly you know they are totally strapping them both down and leaving them mindless and a absolute husk.
Clark and Steve move even closer inching to my sides they wrap over my waist kissing my neck slowly and hugging me leaving my scent on them.
“Sorry Dick”
“You will see Master is ideal “
“He is God”
“Yyyyeeesssss”
“He is everything “
“God you are both hard”
“And smiling “
“Scary”
“Yes sexy”
“Call him Master”
“Master Lawyer “
“Master! Master! Are you there?”
“Yes my pet “
“Take my hands”
“Wrap me in your arms”
“Bruce”
“Dick”
“I am your God”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Strip me with your eyes”
“Love my glorious body it I s all we crave
“The name is Red Hood”
“Soooo”
“Bruce and Dick”
“Yes Master”
“Wake up “
“Kick his ass”
“Yes Sire”
“I do it all”
“We love you “
“Get over here Brat”
“You need a spanking “
“A proper reprogramming “
“Master needs to save you “
“Help to rehabilitate you”
“Such a lost soul”
“I am back bitches”
“Enough Jason Todd”
“Insolent young man”
“Let me go”
“Fuck you !”
“SHUT UP!”
“Punch him”
“Grab his neck”
“Kiss me”
“I categorically refuse “
“Oh yeah! Stop being so turned on”
“I am not hard”
“Look at your pants”
“Smack him again”
“Without any effort the device lites him up on his forehead and transcends him in to total enslavement.”
The end
#ben affleck#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#brenton thwaites#nightwing#curran walters#jason todd#red hood#mind control chip#mind link#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#Super Enslavement
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New piece for my Ocean's Echo fan characters! Masterpost here.
Saelin Cor had long since stopped judging the people around him for the stray, incidental thoughts that flitted past his awareness like minnows. A lot of them were just silly and shallow. Many were unreasonable - petty, unfair, disproportionately angry.
Most people knew it, too. It just wasn’t something anybody could help.
What mattered the deeper patterns of thought that Saelin had to focus on to sense. Actual intention, action and deliberate choices.
Saelin could quite happily judge people on those.
Davi had just had a whole morning full of briefings and seminars. It would have been nice if Saelin could be excused from that kind of thing, since Davi would send him all the information he needed to know and nobody ever asked his opinion. People rarely even acknowledged him where he sat beside Davi (or sometimes slightly behind, which felt just great). But that didn’t seem to be allowed.
Now, as they walked down the corridor into the mess hall, past the streams of military personnel, Saelin took a deep breath and steadied himself against the flash and flutter of hungry, thirsty, I can’t believe he did that, ugh what is taking this bitch so long, wow look at them, longing…
“If you go get the food, I’ll get coffee,” Davi said, turning away.
A quick scan of the crowded mess hall didn’t detect any of the handful of people he knew, so Saelin didn’t have any real cause to object to Davi’s assumption that they’d sit together. Probably with some of the other pilots, none of whom were synced except Davi. Fantastic. Exactly what I need.
Saelin wove his way between the crowds of people, through the billowing clouds of noise that nobody but him ever perceived, towards the food lines.
… did she see me, Lights my back hurts, for fuck’s sake not this guy again…
And it was then, collecting his tray and weaving his way through the crowd, that Saelin realised he had gone all day without once consciously thinking about the sync bond or the looming counterweight of Davi Antrell’s mind on the other end of it.
It was just… there. He had not thought about it.
He wanted to throw the tray in his hands. The urge, the need to do it rose up in his chest and made his hands tremble; he wanted to dump its contents on the ground and fling the whole thing as hard and as far away from him as possible. Maybe it’d break. He wanted to break it against the ground, and scream or cry, and run. To break something, to make noise, to show some kind of external sign of the horror and grief and rejection that pressed against his skin. No. No. No. Can’t.
He’d been here for six months.
And this was normal now.
Saelin took a deep breath, resettled the weight of the tray in his hands, and resumed walking. Probably the mugs and bowls wouldn’t have broken anyway, he told himself distantly. Not the way he wanted them to.
He was aware of the sync bond now. So was Davi; there was no way he wouldn’t have felt that sudden tempest of emotion. Here he was now, sliding alarm, inquiry and concern down the bond.
Saelin pushed back, more firmly than he probably should have. No need. Wait.
When Saelin slid the tray onto the table and dropped into the seat beside him, Davi frowned at him.
“What was that?” he asked, aloud, but under his breath.
“Nothing,” Saelin said.
Irritated concern pulsed across the sync. “Did somebody say something to you?”
The protective edge to the question was annoying. “No.”
“Saelin…” Davi glanced behind Saelin, his eyes scanning across the crowded mess hall. “Don’t pretend you didn’t flip out just now. If somebody did or said something, you need to tell me about it.”
No, I don’t, Saelin wanted to say. In fact, if I were being bullied, telling you so you could pull rank on whoever it is would probably not result in anyone thinking better of me.
The murmuring of thoughts pressed in around Saelin, distracting him from the conversation. Someone two tables back was engaged in a furious argument with the supervisor they’d just left, sitting alone and stabbing a fork at their meal viciously.
The non-synced pilot sitting across from Davi was carefully keeping his face blank and wondering with queasy fascination about the sync bond and what it felt like.
“Agent Thirty-two…”
He needed to give more than this, he realised, Davi didn’t respond well if Saelin gave him nothing.
He sighed, put his hands up to massage his temples as if they hurt. They didn’t, yet. “Nobody said or did anything wrong,” he managed to say. “I just - it’s just one of those days. Nearly dropped something, and I just... Overreacting to minor inconveniences. You know how it is.”
Davi’s face cleared slowly. “Okay,” he said. “Yeah, I get it.”
That was an odd thing about this. Saelin had thought, when this began, that the sync bond would let Davi hear his thoughts the way he heard everybody else’s. That it would convey reader powers onto Davi somehow, even if it was just Saelin it worked on.
It didn’t. Unless they were sunk really deep into the sync, one bilobed mind with the ship as its metal body, Davi had no more idea of what Saelin was actually thinking than anybody else did. Emotions came across if Saelin wasn’t careful, intentions sometimes, but conscious thought? No. Saelin could still lie to him.
“You always do get a bit oversensitive at lunch,” Davi said, offhandedly. “Low blood sugar or something?”
And every so often Davi would say something that showed two things simultaneously: that he was actually paying attention to Saelin’s moods and preferences. And that he no more understood what powered those moods than Saelin understood the inner workings of the coffee dispenser.
Saelin fought back another wave of grief and refusal, took a deep breath. He swiped his coffee from Davi’s tray and used it as an excuse not to speak for a moment.
Caffeine made his barriers worse, if anything. But the coffee was the way he took it; Davi remembered without asking now, just as Saelin remembered to snag an extra bread roll and ignore the dessert option when he got Davi’s food.
He kind of wished he had gotten the wrong things on purpose. But that was one of those mean, self-destructive little impulses he already knew decent people pretended they didn’t have.
He should give Davi credit for trying, should extend that little bit of grace that said ‘he didn’t mean that to come out as rude as it did, let it go’.
Saelin didn't want to.
“Or something,” he mumbled. “Sure.”
#emotional whump#Saelin#Davi#Ocean's Echo fanfic#involuntary telepathy#telepathy#nonconsensual mindlink#mind link
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Family Renovations Part 1
CEO Mark Lily is a foolish prick who calls me into his office slamming his fist onto his desk with attitude.
I can see the rage in his eyes my part petty much sick falling apart and nobody cares at this point.
What do you think about my state of mind at this point? I am about to lose it with the way people are treating.
I had more then enough of this hot bullshit taking a sip of my mug he stares at me in disgust.
He gets up stomping over to me with this shall we say over manly aggressiveness
making me sick.
I knew nows my chance approaching his desk as he closes the door pouring what is left of my experiment into his cup.
He props back into his over priced deluxe chair propelling it upwards to face only me in excitement.
He takes a sip from his mug his face begins to change a big slowly it stirs his body is shaking.
He goes into total convulsions finishing the mug up falling backwards onto his back as he slurs and his eyes close.
“Listen to me carefully Mr. Lily”
“Yyyyeeeessss”
“You will obey me”
“You will submit to me”
“You will be mine”
“You exist for my life”
“Serve me as I please”
“Be at my will”
“I am all that matters”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Will you make the announcement to all of yours sons?”
“Yes Sire, I sent a text already”
“Here comes my eldest Luke”
“He looks hot”
“He is a dumbfuck”
“I can see it”
“Let him in”
“Yes sire”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“What do you want?”
“Is that how you speak to you dad?”
“Fuck you!”
“Son zip your mouth”
“What?”
“Gag him”
“Give me a sip”
“Mmmmm…he likes it”
“Force it down your throat”
“Master Lawrence, my second is on his way”
“What fucker?”
“Break him”
“Yes sire”
“With pleasure”
“No better thought”
“I love you”
“We love you”
“Smack him”
“Bring him to me”
“Let us kiss”
“You will fall to me”
“Nnnnnnooooooo”
“Release me”
“Let me go”
“Oh God!”
“I can’t fight you”
“I love you too “
Twins Trevor and Steve are the last to succumb to my will after their father meets them in the lobby of the building.
“Hey boys”
“Dad”
“Dad”
“Drink this”
“What the hell?”
“Drink it now”
“Yes Master”
“Bitch come here”
“Dad”
“STOP!”
“Hold his nose”
“Yes”
“Mmmmmm”
“Taste so good”
“I love it”
“Sir Yes Sir”
“Yes Master
The end
#mind link#mind corruption#mind fuck#mind control#mind transformation#family enslaved#mark deklin#steve lund#andrew walker#luke mcfarlane#trevor donovan
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Linking With Chris
Christopher Pinewell is the President and The CEO of Pinewell industries a modern Tech company that produces mini microchip and link connections.
He is my boss unfortunately for me he calls me into his office today with this stern cold expression of his face a man with a need of austerity to him.
My nerves rises up leaving me in a jittering like sensation taking over me as the elevator opens up by feet walk off onto the twenty floor of the building.
The floor’s employee’s turn to stare at me in this weird gawking sensation as I make my way down the hall to his offices at the end of the hallway.
Entering the room I knock swinging the door opens with him sitting behind his desk on his lap top a link implanted in his head trying to figure this out.
“Get in here now! This project had a heavy deadline of today, you need to prove to me this works immediately or you are fired.” He screams at me.
I sigh standing next to him wanting to punch hole in his head, using my watch I tap into an app showcasing his vitals as I pair it to the link.
It occurs to me the link has not been paired the right with the device, I inform him quickly tapping a side of his head and the device starts to rev up.
“There you go boss! Can you feel it?” I ask my boss moving back to no avail.
“Boss are you ok?” I ask waving my hand in his face.
“Yyyyeeeesssss!” He says mindlessly to mu surprise leaving me to freak out I then pair the watch again.
“Oh woah! Ready to be programmed.” Chris speaks in a monotone voice as he returns.
“Do you understand all the modifications that can happen?” I ask making sure he is aware.
“I have been modified by the mind link to do as commanded.” He continues.
“Well let’s see if I can find something very appropriate.” I add to it.
“Ahh! Perfect timing gnus script is worth a try.” I decide out loud
“I would say it was nice to know you but you know.” I inform him once more staring into his eyes with evil glint and the file would be a victory.
Throwing the file onto the desk it is so titled
the phoenix profile stamped on it with bright red letters almost like blood stains so truly accurate to the situation.
“Why should I bother feeling guilty erasing you out of existence forever? If this works out well you will be mine for all eternity my dear boss.”
“Link command extending to your current type of specifications.”
“Uploading into the system now Pinewell processing it.”
“Beginning change and processing.”
“Sir Yes Master Sir”
“At your instructions.”
The end
Getting With The Spirit
Something is off in the air as Jason Holden is called over to the mirror of his bedroom at late that night.
He is falling so deeply into a sleep like slump the window is open the air flowing into the room washing over him.
His skin is titillating with a cool sensation air over him, he wipes his face unable to fall in to a deep sleep.
A dark shadow appears in the back of the room moving closer and closer to his back in a wide state.
His hand lands on his shoulder rubbing it on and off tightly Jason jolts up in a crazy fever pitch.
A cool airy breath blows in his face inhaling into his knows seeping up his nostrils into his body the air spreads through each nerve.
Jason can’t help it letting his head bend back with his eyes pop open staring into the sky and his moth exhales carbon dioxide out once and for all.
His entirety of his body discombobulating in shocking state flailing on the floor with the ghost figure in his body compound finally exploding everywhere.
“Where am I? Who the fuck are you? Get out of my body.” He finds him barreling to the ground of his mind.
“You have fallen in deep letting him break through one shattering glass after another leaving shards.
“You are in your inner mind and I am your new owner.”
“Release me asshole, you can’t have my body, and I won’t let you.”
“Nnnnnoooooo”
“Stop struggling”
“Fuck you”
“Oh! I will”
“Nnnnooooooo”
“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!”
“All mine!”
“Sorry Jason”
“HELP!”
“Zip it”
“You belong to me”
“Yyyyyeeeeesss”
“Own me”
The end
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YES!!! YESYESYES THAT MENTAL IMAGE EXACTLY
WE ARE THE SAME YES HAHA
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Chapters: 18/18
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Bruce Wayne & His Kids
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent
Additional Tags: Mind Meld, Hive Mind, Mental Link, Psychic Bond, Cryptid Batfamily (DCU), Dark Batfamily (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd, mentioned john constantine (derogatory), Sentient Gotham City, references to past canonical sexual assault, Protective Bruce Wayne
Series: Part 1 of on the borderline
Summary:
A mysterious force connects the Batfamily's minds together.
#batman#batfam#fanfiction#fic rec#au#mind link#an interesting premise#that breeds an even more interesting plot!
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Red String
Author: Renk3r
Rated M • Published 2012 • Last updated 2015 • Word count 30k
They have finally uncovered Yami's memories, but instead of making him whole it seemed to have split him into two—and now Yuugi must deal with two personas in the Puzzle, both equally possessive and unwilling to share. What's a young man to do?
Read on FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8806839/1/Red-String
@saijspellhart says: My absolute favorite Mobiumshipping fanfic. Yami recovers his memories but upon recovering those memories it splits his soul in two. Now there is Atem in the puzzle representing his past self, and Yami in the puzzle representing his present self. And both of them have it bad for Yugi, but neither of them like to share.
It’s adorable, and lovely, and cute and funny. The characters feel so well written and fleshed out. And you can clearly see how Yami’s experiences in the present have shaped him and matured him, making him stand apart from past Atem. Poor flustered Yugi caught between a rock and two sets of teeth.
#rating:m#length:25to50k#status:wip#site:ffn#2010to2014#mobiumshipping#library#submittedrecs#canon divergence#mind link#soul rooms#sharing a body
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So I was watching Young Justice, and. The mind link is so amazing? Why do people never mention it? There's so many things you could make with it
Just, imagine.
Wally struggling not to call Robin by his real name, resulting in him cussing everyone out while he cries
Someone randomly having some very loud +18 thoughts and everyone fake-gagging at them
A member of the team has a song stuck in their head, which means that the rest also got that song stuck in their head. Cut to them fighting a supervillain while singing Let It Go. This happens at least once a week and it annoys Every One Of Them
The team getting so used to having the mind link that they can read each other's body language almost perfectly. Batman walks in on Wally and Robin making weird expression at eachother as if they were arguing but without making any sound, only for Robin to suddenly yell “you BITCH!!” as Wally laughs his ass off. This is a common occurrence
Talking shit about everyone together
Robin randomly changing languages and struggling to speak English all the time. Wally thinking very fast on accident and only realizing when someone yells at him because they can't understand him and it's making their head hurt
Accidentally making a joke after an emotional moment that they wouldn't say out loud but since they have the mind link everyone heard it and now they're trying to not laugh as the word burns around them
Dick, as Nightwing, always thinking about his little siblings and ‘have you seen how cute they are?? Have you???’ (Kaldur sighs and says: ‘yeah you tell us about three times every hour’)
Always knowing when they're upset. It took a while to learn when to stop pushing each other when they noticed someone felt upset, but they managed it
Always knowing what the others need
Being able to know what the rest of the team is thinking even with the mind link down
Kaldur has mentally sighed 50 times in a day. Yes they counted
It's extremely hard to keep secrets from one another
Wally has an identity crisis and everyone hears about it so they run as fast as they can to his room to comfort him. Robin gets there first
Robin randomly listing everyone's weaknesses, creeping them out (Wally's used to it so he didn't say anything. He found the whole thing amusing)
Being able to explain stuff incredibly well because you can just show images of whatever you're trying to talk about
Pranks
Wally rickrolling everyone at least once a week
The mind link has so many cool, funny and angsty stuff coming with it yet no one talks about it
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Two of a kind
By: WindsOfTime
Rated: Teen
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7
Word Count: 129,796
Summary:
Awesome story with a fairly unique premise. AC!Cloud hangs out in little 6 year old Cloud’s head to help him out by being a very good big brother.
Wonderful Writing and pacing. Time Travel Fix-it. Psychic Bond, two beings in one, 2 cloud strifes, secrets revealed, First Meetings, Big brother Cloud strife. It is part of a series and the second part has outside POV. Eventual Sephiroth/AC!Cloud
Author Tag: @yourdragonisinanothercastle
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5209196
#recs n tropes#fic rec#ao3#fanfiction#pov outsider#time travel fix it#time travel#big brother Cloud strife#cloud strife#sephiroth#ff7#final fantasy vii#secrets revealed#two beings in one#two beings shared#taking care of the children you chose#mind link#psychic bond#long length
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Chris
Chris Evans is in his mansion when I sneak in to his home swinging the door closed in a darkly lit hallway and only echoes are left to stir in the quiet of the night as my feet hit the staircase.I grab hold of the staircase hands slowly asI climb up the wood boards under me creak as I climb to the upstairs first step moving on toward the bedroom door taking a deep breath.
The air cools circulating as it flows through the area my right slowly grasp the bedroom door handle twisting it open as I creep in to see Chris and his new wife cuddling up in the bed.It makes me sick to see it so I had to jump in to action as I close it as steady as possible then lock it swerving on my feet to face them and I drop my bag to the floor putting on my disguise.
A mask, gloves and a jacket to boot doing it I unzip my jacket pocket to the side reaching for the needle in my hand and I push the tip upward letting a few spirts in to the air to see if it works.I lean down injecting the needle into his wife first happily I walk past her side to the room closet closing it after some inspection I side by Chris kneeling down and inject him as well.
Quickly placing a mini chip on his forehead I saw it immediately begin to bright up with a glow in a blue haze soon transferring to his eyes and he is now motionless under my absolute control.The device send a sensational charge down his spine causing a chain reaction in his hot body the whole this crackles with bought of lightening and it revels up his soul is fully in absorbed.
I smirk walking to the wall digging in to his pocket he starts to uses chalk to draw a door on the wall I create the image getting even brighter and then knock on the door swiftly.A real door forms as I open it for these two big strong strapping men into the bedroom I point to the bed just in time to see a blue print of Chris projected in to the room and become real.
The men pick Chris up taking him form the room leaving the clone to kiss me the he sadly lays in bed with his wife falling asleep now in a new life.We bid adieu plopping the real Chris on to a bed in my laboratory, strapping him down as I apply pressure to the mini chip and the mini device circulating over and reprogram him.
“Sorry Mr. Evans I have coveted this body for so long.”
“You complain too much about your life.”
“I’ll fix it! You can be my loyal servant in the business.”
“A empty void of obedience “
“Your clone can do and be everything…”
“I am not…can’t do .” Chris huffs in bliss.
“I bet you feared failing “
“Believing the marriage won’t work”
“Your clone will keep that promise “
“No will ever know “
“I am your only purpose and desire”
“How may I serve you ?”
Sebastian
Sebastian Stan lays in his hotel room luxury bed half a sleep on fumes from a late night on the set and does not expect a break in at midnight.A strange crashes into his room roll on the carpet as the glass falls shattering in shards in the millions causes him to jolt upward in his bed.
Raising up to his feet the man has a crooked smile across his face, a small spray canister in his right arm he shakes relentlessly and Sebastian loses it.His hands leans over to pick up his personal cellphone to call for help except before he could notice the man in next to his bed on his side.
His efforts in vain calling for help his last of his thoughts a voice calls to him to relax a bit just for him and the spray can does its thing.He loses his control back hits the pillow in a fast drop to a deeper slumber this man is now in my thrall and I dance excitedly as Chris follows me in.
“Is he all set Master? We need to jettison very soon.” Chris ask.
“Pick him up Chris and don’t be gentle.”
“Haha! Yes Sir!” Chris laughs.
“Into the breach my slave”
“As you wish” Chris replies.
“You are the ideal boi”
“Where should I lay him?”
“Prepare him as well?”
“The laboratory obviously. Get going!”
Snapping my finger the whole room is lit up emitting blue light covering us in shockwave of blinding power sending us flying across the room.
“Hello? Anybody here? Where am I? Who am I?”
“Yes Master Lawrence! He is wiped clean.” Chris calls me.
Pratt
“Chris, Chris Pratt”
“What the fuck?” Pratt howls.
“Calm down Pratt”
“I’ll explain everything “
“Am I dead ?” He asks
“Of course not! Don’t be dense”
“What shall I do?” He questions “
“Obey me, submit to me and…”
“And what?”
“I love you “
“You are crazy “
“Actually you are the one who is insane”
“If you only knew”
“You love me too “
“What? Hell no?”
“You think so?”
“I am not Gay”
“I own you “
“You love me”
“Bold face lie”
“Why are you rock hard, and looking me up and down?”
“It’s a reflex”
“Uh huh”
“Admit it “
“Oh God!”
“You are cruel”
“Yes babe”
“I am your Master”
“Master Lawrence “
“Yes, Master Lawrence “
The end
#chris evans#sebastian stan#chris pratt#hypnosis#mind control#hypno slave#reprogramming#hypno submission#mind control slaves#mind link#mind chip#aroma#dreamscape
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Prev: One, two. This is fanfic for the book Ocean's Echo, containing my own OCs.
It had only been training manoeuvres, but Davi’s first flight drawing on Saelin’s powers was something else. For the first time, he fully understood why this was considered to make an pilot architect’s career.
Davi pulled his headset off and turned to Saelin with a grin as the shuttle hovered.
“Oh, well done, Saelin!” he exclaimed, his heart still thundering with the excitement of the chase, the triumph of pulling them through it. The sense of being two-as-one lingered, an awareness of Saelin’s limbs and heart and mind in the chair beside him, the whisper of chaotic space beyond the metal walls of the shuttle. “You’re a natural! That was incredible! I knew you’d be good at this - we are going to be unstoppable.”
Saelin tipped his face up, the same adrenaline rush visible in his quick breathing and bright eyes for all of one second. Then - so fast Davi barely had time to register it - he was retreating from the sync. Davi was closed out of the lingering echo of reader senses with a snap.
“Excuse me,” Saelin said, sounding strangled. He dragged his own headset off and turned his face away, one hand shielding his eyes. “Can - I - Sir, permission to leave?”
“Leave?” Davi repeated, baffled. He quested out along the sync-bond and found nothing but a cornered-animal panic that made him pull back. “We’re in a shuttle, Sae- Agent Thirty-two. What do you mean, leave?”
“I - I know,” the reader said, still sounding odd. “I can’t - I can’t - permission to step away - please - ”
Davi had been opening his mouth to say no, to demand an explanation, but that last word got to him. “If you’re unwell, I can bring us in to dock without you,” he said curtly.
“Thank you, sir,” Saelin said, as if through gritted teeth. He fumbled with the seat restraints, threw himself out of the chair, and crossed behind Davi heading for the back of the shuttle.
Davi brought the shuttle back in to dock, easy enough it didn’t require much thinking. What was the problem? Things had gone well.
Saelin had been consuming the navigation training materials with a dogged and single-minded focus that Davi had thought boded well. The navigation officer who’d been training him had said he was ready, and hadn’t had anything negative to report about his attitude. Davi had even seen the reader’s careful blankness give way to a smile once or twice, voice lifting as he grasped one of the concepts.
This was the first time they’d actually put all of it into action, and Davi would understand if the reader was nervous - Davi himself had been nervous - but everything had gone as well as it could possibly have gone.
So what was the problem?
“All right,” he said, putting the headset aside again, taking a moment to straighten the one that his reader had thrown haphazardly onto the navigation panel. “I’m going to need an explanation for that, Agent Thirty-two.”
To Davi’s confusion, his reader had found a corner to cram himself into, on the brushed-metal floor beside one of the seats, with his knees drawn up to his chest.
“Sorry,” he muttered, seeming embarrassed as he uncurled himself and got to his feet. “I - I apologise, sir.”
“What’s the problem?” Davi asked.
Saelin didn’t meet his eyes, fixing his gaze on the division pin on his shoulder instead. “No problem, sir,” he said, voice strained. “Is that - do you want to do another run on the course?”
“No,” Davi said. “There isn’t time.”
Saelin’s shoulders dropped in what Davi instantly knew was relief. Then why did you suggest it?
“I want,” Davi continued, “To know what’s wrong. Why you dropped everything and ran.”
“Nothing is wrong,” Saelin told Davi’s division pin. “Then, are we finished with this training block?”
“… yes, but…”
“May I return to quarters? I’m not hungry.”
Later, in their quarters, Davi alternatively stood and paced. Saelin just stood.
“I want to know what’s wrong with you, is what!” Davi said.
“Today, or in general?” Saelin said, a short-lived quirk in his face rapidly smoothed away. “I understand reading is genetic. I’d like to go to bed now, sir.”
Davi ran a hand through his hair. He realised that he was standing in the doorway to the tiny shared bathroom, and that Saelin probably wanted him to move aside so he could get ready for bed. He planted his feet instead.
“Look, I don’t know what you were expecting, from today,” Davi began. “You’ve not seen chaotic space before, I know. Things were… fast-paced. But the training course was a breeze, especially with you along. Today was a big success, no matter what it felt like to you. You did great. You should be proud.”
If anything, the reader’s face went more blank. “Thank you, sir.”
Apparently realising Davi wasn’t going to move, Saelin turned away, and sank down to sit on his bunk instead. He checked the schedule on his wristband, then laid it calmly in his lap and stared at the wall.
“Does it not seem like a success to you?” Davi asked.
“It does. I’m glad it went well.”
“So that’s why you ran away, then?” Davi pressed. “You’re just so glad it went well you had to go off into the corner for a cry or something? Come off it.”
Saeling said nothing. His gaze remained on the wall. The sync bond was as closed off as he could make it - as if there was a wide corridor, running between their minds, and Saelin was pressing himself against the wall at the far end.
It would be easy to cross that distance. Davi was only being polite in not doing so.
Does he think I’m stupid? Davi wondered. Does he think I’m negligent enough that if he just sits there like a grey rock I’m going to get bored and go away? Does he think if you ignore a problem for long enough it will cease existing?
“If there is a problem,” Davi said, trying to be patient. “If you are unwell, or there was something wrong with the sync that I haven’t noticed - ”
“There isn’t.”
Davi gritted his teeth. “If there is a problem,” he repeated. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to fix it, if you won’t tell me what it is. We need to communicate.”
“Nothing is wrong with me, sir,” Saelin said, staring straight ahead.
Davi wanted to yell at him - to grab him by front of his uniform and shake him - to tell him Davi wasn’t a moron and he didn’t appreciate being treated like one. Anything to get Saelin to do something that wasn’t sit there and tell transparent lies with a blank face.
Instead, frustrated and angry, he did something that he was not proud of - but it was so easy, much easier than doing any of those other things. As easy as thinking about it.
“Saelin, tell me why you’re upset.”
Saelin took one deep breath, eyelids fluttering as the command took.
“I hated going deep into the sync,” he said, the strangest combination of flatness and turmoil, words spilling out of him uncontrolled. “Not during, but after. While we were in the sync and working, it felt good, and that’s what I hate. I’m upset that it went well. I was good at navigating and I don’t want to be good at navigating, I want to go home. You said ‘well done’ and touched my mind like… like… fucking smug and affectionate and possessive, your reader, I don’t want to be your reader, I don’t want your approval or your affection. You’re revolting. We were one, I was you, I know you. Arrogant asshole, you think this is just great, you think we can be fucking friends. Friends when you practically own me. We were together and it worked and I’m good at it and the sync felt right and I hate it, hate the sync, hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you - ”
“Stop,” Davi said. The bulkhead, the wall of their quarters, bumped into his waist and he realised he’d stepped back. His hand out as if to hit the off switch on that vicious litany of misery.
Saelin shivered, arms wrapping around himself as the command faded. He licked his lips, obviously deciding on something to say of his own choice. Davi didn’t want him to; he wanted him to shut up, but this time he managed to restrain the reflexive movement to write him.
“So,” Saelin said. “Happy? Sir?”
“No, I -” Davi opened his mouth, but couldn’t find any words. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“What did you make, a month?” Saelin asked, and he was looking at Davi now, why the fuck had Davi wanted him to look at him, the blank stare at the wall had been much better than this. “Not unless it’s necessary for work, isn’t that what you said?”
“I’m sorry,” Davi said, automatic, guilt like a stone in his stomach. He tried to mask the shock on his face. What were you expecting him to say? Why the hell would you give him such an open-ended command? “I - I didn’t - ”
“Oh, you don’t have to apologise to me, sir,” Saelin said, his voice light and deferential and barbed. “I’m a conscripted reader. You’re allowed - nay, encouraged - to write me as much as you like.”
Davi sat down on his bunk with a thump and put his head in his hands. “I said that I’d - It’s not supposed to be… I shouldn’t have…”
What were you expecting? You had to have an idea. You couldn’t have expected him to like you, after seeing how miserable he was initially?
Davi was used to being likable. People did like him. Maybe somehow he’d thought that would… carry over. He’d gone out of his way to try and put the reader at ease, hadn’t he?
“Am I in some sort of trouble, now?” Saelin asked. He shook the wristband to indicate his schedule. “Do I get a punishment work detail, or something? There’s not a lot of room. Sir.”
“No.” Davi squeezed his eyes shut, counted to five, then sat upright. “That wasn’t fair of me, and I’m sorry. Perhaps it’s best if we just… forget this happened.”
Saelin was looking at him again, and Davi badly wanted him to stop. The sync bond was back to being empty and tidy, but now Davi could see the currents swirling underneath the smooth surface. “All right,” he said. “In that case. May I go to the deck two rec room and read for a while? Sir.”
“Sure,” Davi said, relieved. He lifted a hand in a wave, and reached for some sort of equillibrium; to get back into the rhythm they’d had for the last few weeks. “Sure, go on. Don’t… don’t stay out too late. We have… more training tomorrow.”
You don’t need him to like you, Davi told himself. You just need him to obey you.
Well, fucking great news, I have that covered. That’s the one part of this job that is given to me as a freebie!
Saelin gathered a couple of book cubes in silence, opened the door to the hallway with a hiss. He hung back in the doorway for a moment. “Davi?”
Davi looked up. “Yes?”
Saelin met his eyes, and they were hard and cold as glass, and in them Davi read the echoes of hate you, hate you, hate you.
“A word of advice from a reader,” Saelin said. “You should be careful what answers you go looking for, because if you don’t like what you find, there isn’t any putting them back in the box afterwards.”
“Yes,” Davi said, letting his head fall back into his hands. “Thanks for that.”
#mind link#nonconsensual mindlink#telepathy#telepathic whumpee#navigating fucked up power dynamics#Saelin#Davi#haha what is a scene transition who cares#Ocean's Echo fanfic
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Mind Link
by larrysh0me (bardlingb)
Harry is woken up by the most annoying man on the planet, but when it turns out that said man is not saying anything out loud - what will they do?
Words: 4495, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Tropes Series
Fandoms: One Direction (Band), Harry Styles - Fandom, Louis Tomlinson - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Paul Higgins (One Direction)
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Louis Tomlinson Loves Harry Styles, Harry Styles Loves Louis Tomlinson, First Time, First Kiss, Hive Mind, Mental Link, Harry can hear Louis' every thought, Louis Tomlinson Has ADHD, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, Coming Out, Louis' brain outs him to Harry, Gay Disaster Louis Tomlinson, Gay Louis Tomlinson, Bisexual Harry Styles, Curses, Curse Breaking, Tour Bus Sex, Tour Bus, Canon Universe, Canon Compliant
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From Paradise to Limbo
Yesterday evening i thought i was dreaming,
my heart and mind were really beaming,
on a walk home kept pinching my cheeks,
now comes a Monday after two weeks,
when again i'll be nervous waiting for news,
pleading and screaming, what will you choose,
calming my mind with all is still good,
helping a little with my anxious mood,
i know i accepted all decisions you made,
but last night i really thought that you swayed,
not just your words but your whole behaviour,
i was so sure you'll be my shy saviour,
finding your rhythm with my faster stride,
becoming my cuddlet and later my bride,
i kind of believe you changed your mind,
i don't wanna hope, i want this to unwind,
my instict still saying its me that you want,
every cell in your body that you just taunt,
i don't know why this stuborness came,
keep saying no but keep calling my name,
please just say yes, give in to your heart,
every day you can see we can't be apart,
stop resisting this soulmate connection,
i wanna show you my crazy affection,
giving you kisses all over your face,
shower you with my love and grace,
i know all of you desires the same,
so lets stop playing this painfull game.
#love#my muse#soulmate#missing#future#hope#thoughts#swayed#please#mind link#nervous#anxious#waiting#cuddles#cuddling & snuggling#stubbornness
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#basically this is one of the best posts ill ever make#ok never mind its 40k entranas link yaaay#SoundCloud
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