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mutual captivity dependency (romance) meme

the mutual captivity dependency (romance) meme

No matter how hard you fought, how subtly or overtly you rebelled, or how many times you tried to escape, you ended up at this point all the same: you're a prisoner. Perhaps you're just a regular, run of the mill captive, perhaps a hostage, a science experience, a weapon to be used, yet, no matter what, you're not free.

But you're also not alone.

There's someone else confined along with you, who you met through your mutual imprisonment. The only thing you two may have in common is that you're both trapped here - and that's enough. The two of you grow close (it seems you're closer to them than you've ever been to anyone, but that could just be the situation); soon, something begins to start between you, tiny and delicate. You can't speak to what that something is, not in a place like this, but you know you want it to last. They are another reason to keep going.

Captivity, of course, has a way of stripping everything from you, including reasons to live. Surely, it is only a matter of time before this small - and still somehow world encompassing - comfort is taken from you...

...no. Not this time. They've taken all you have, right down to your freedom, and it stops now. You won't let the person who's become most precious to you in this hell be stolen away.

No matter what.

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Comment with your character and preferences. Are you open to AUs and assumed CR? What are your limits? Given the subject of the meme, there's likely to be triggering material here. Do you prefer very dark fare or a light at the end of the tunnel scenario?
There's one prompt that could be smut, but feel free to play it in others if you're open to it. However, I'm going to be posting this as a smut meme on TLH later this week.
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PROMPTS

Prisoner of War: Who's side were you on? Or were you just an innocent civilian caught in the mire?

Hostage: Take heart. You're worth more alive than dead.

Scientific Experiment: What an interesting specimen you are. You will have to be tested.

False Charges: One or both of you are here because of lies told against you; eventually, though, you may begin to believe that your worth is truly that low.

Do the Dirty Work: Your powers are useful, maybe even enough to use you as an unwilling assassin.

For Different Reasons: You're imprisoned for different reasons, and you still draw close. After all, does it matter when you're both stuck?

Most Unforgivable Sin: One of you is a prisoner in the most basic of senses: hostage, slave, what have you. The other? Well, it's much more complicated. The other is a person forced against their will to be a lover, spouse, or sex slave of those in charge. What if that other does find someone they actually love? It could cost you both your heads.

Equalized: Maybe you were in different social strata before, but now, you're both common dirt.

Should Be in Charge: One of you has a higher ranking in the system. Will you use your power to manipulate them or to skew things in their favor.

Beneficial: You both have something the other wants. It's a mutually beneficial set-up, and that's all it needs to be. At least, that's how it starts.

Love at First Sight: You never thought you'd see someone like them here, and maybe it's because you've been cut off for some long, but you're feeling so smitten, even if that's usually not you.

Needy: You're not cut out for this. Almost immediately, you reach out for anyone who can offer to take you under their wing.

Won't Fall: To you, it's all to keep yourself sane. You won't actually fall in love, not in a million years.

Traumatized: It's hard to care for someone so broken, someone who's seen such terrible things, but you do it anyway.

Brainwashed: Before you met them, you never doubted your masters. But now...

Flower of Hell: Such a beautiful ray of light should not belong here in this darkness. Cruelty will snuff if out. You don't want that to happen.

Kindness: They showed you an unprecedented act of charity and selflessness. You feel drawn to them.

Tend to Wounds: It's easy to get hurt while captive. At least you don't have to wait for your wardens to fix you up. You have someone kind or dedicated enough to tend to you and you alone.

Anything to Protect You: They can't protect themselves, so you'll do it for them in any way you can.

Using Them: Really, you don't care for them. You just want their protection and their help. At least, that's what you keep thinking.

Burned Before: You had another prisoner before that you loved, and they were sent away or killed. You want let down your guard again.

Human Contact: You've been deprived for so long, you crave any attention.

Can't Touch: You're in cells, kept apart. You can never touch.

Barely See You: There kept away from you and everyone else for most of the day, but you still have feelings for them.

Separate: They're to be taken away, perhaps even to another outpost. What will you do?

Frustration: How long has it been since you've been with someone? You may take any opportunity to get some privacy.

Have Hope: You don't want your partner to lose faith, so despite your own beliefs, you'll stay positive.

Promises: You keep telling them things, swearing that you'll follow through and you'll both be okay. Inside, a part of you may fear it's all hollow words.

Escape: You're going to leave, but not without them.

Punishment: For your crimes, both of you will be punished. How much will your affections mean then?

Forced to Torture: Not only does your closest person have to be tortured, but you're the one who has to do it.

All a Sham: The truth is out. They were only playing you. In fact, they may

Turncoats: Your captors have pitted you against each other.

Fight: You may argue or even come to blows, yet soon enough, you'll be wanting to forgive and forget because there's no one else to look out for you.

Jealousy: They're all you have here, so you're not inclined to share.

Taken by Another: Someone else captured here with you all saw what you had and decided they would steal away your significant other.

Know How to Break You: Your tormenters know they can't hurt you with torture, but if they hurt the one you care for? That's another story.

Death: There's no need for prisoners who won't keep on the straight and narrow. You've pushed the envelope too many times, and now, execution is the easiest option for your captors.

Finally Free: The two of you have finally made it out alive. Suddenly, in the light of day, things seem different. Was all of this, all of these feelings...were they true or out of some desperate need?

WILDCARD

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[No 11, 12. Open to smut or gen]

Edited 2015-04-20 01:37 (UTC)

[Crosscanon/crossover okay? If setting post-series maybe a group like Intergang or one of the Gotham "Families" tyring to move in on the power vacuum in Hell's Kitchen brought Huntress in, etc etc, now they're locked up by horrible people.]

[I think that would be a fun idea to play with, did you want Huntress to know who Matt is or it's a question mark why he's imprisoned with her?]

[She'd have definitely seen the news stories about Daredevil. I can definitely see them having teamed up while in costume. So Huntress and Daredevil knowing each other I can definitely see. Now, the real question is: Have Matt and Helena met? Maybe as a client or... if we really want to be evil, in church.]

[Let's keep it with just them teaming up in costume and that way we can build up to them without the costumes :3a]

[Sounds good. Otherwise: That poor priest. Both of them in Confession on the same day. This work for a start?]

For the first time in hours, there were signs of life from outside the cell Matt had been thrown into. They were not pleasant signs. The rolling clanking of a warehouse loading door being opened, and the opening and shutting of car and van doors, and a semi-conscious body being dragged inside.

Voices. "Jesus, another one? Going for a matching set or something- Fuck, is that- it is! It's that crazy bitch, knocked of Claudio Panessa. Let's see this pretty face, sweethe-" the sound of an electric shock, then laughter.

"You think we didn't try that already? Mask's rigged, s'got a hell of a bite, don't it?"

Some unpleasant sounds of flesh hitting flesh, and what sounds like a tire iron against armoured flesh, and then the cell was no longer single-occupancy.

Huntress rolled herself onto her back and took note of her cellmate. "Was wondering where you'd ended up. Hey." She raised her hand in a wave. "Upside. We know where they keep their hostages. And none of them turned into animal-people, so it's not the Religion of Crime."

Matt keeps a running tally of how many might be out there. It cycles. Guards come in shifts but they aren't as regular as he'd like and the last couple of hours have been so quiet that all he can hear is the buzz of traffic. He spends most of his time in the cell trying to catalog what might be fractured, what he can still use, if his nose is broken (he doesn't think it is). They removed the mask early on but between the gash sliced across his forehead weeping blood and the forming black eye from the knee to the face, it doesn’t seem like they have anything to go on. No snapped fingers. No one commenting it’s that blind guy from Nelson & Murdock. They haven’t even noticed his eyes don’t track – one of the few bonuses of having your face used as a piñata.

Sometimes the swelling has its perks.

The voice is one he hasn't heard for a few weeks. Usually he likes to work alone, minimize risk the best way he knows how. Huntress is one of the few he’s worked with before, enough that his heart skips at the familiar voice. Ally. More importantly, ally with skills he knows, a…work method he also knows from personal experience. Not some random civilian off the street.

“Huntress,” Matt says almost inaudibly, trying to keep his breaths shallow as he struggles to push himself up with an elbow. His face turns toward the sound of her voice, the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s fighting off the urge to smile. “Nice to know. So where are they?” He doesn’t add that he hopes it’s close. Assuming they get past the guards, he knows they’re both going to be slowed down like this.

She really hates the answer to that question. "It's just us now. Everyone else they've been trying to ransom has... uh. Turned up. Some they've retuned, the high profile ones... but most... in pieces in the Hudson. Prettymuch standard for a few of the Gotham Families, but if rumour back home is true, Sionis has at least the Cosa Nostra united-" she starts to say, but stops when she sees his face.
"Shit, these testa di cazzos really did a number on your face, eh?" she winces. "All the more reason to to hand these fucks their own balls."

Edited (bleeeeh, too much dialog in one post, paring it down) 2015-04-21 11:25 (UTC)

Great. He'd been half-hoping she wouldn't say that. At least they have only themselves to worry about for the immediate future. They can focus on getting out of here, preferably in more pieces than the unlucky before them and then. Well, Huntress has already covered what happens next, in her own special way.

"I’m guessing they weren’t too happy about last week,” Matt shrugs, hissing slightly under his breath as he jogs something he wishes he hadn’t. “You get a count how many heads we're looking at?”

He could’ve skipped having his face beat to a pulp but as far as he knows, he’s skated by somehow. They haven’t IDed him, there’s been no talk about going after anyone and everyone he’s ever talked to. From what it sounds like, Huntress has prepared for this more than him: instead of banking on anonymity, she’s tossed in some nasty surprises, according to the guards outside.

To be fair, she totally stole the shock-mask thing from Batman. The idea, anyway. The actual execution, she sweet-talked Oracle into talking her through it. She only mildly electrocuted herself like five times while doing it. Maybe six. And there's only so much battery life on the thing, so if they wait her out, or figure out that all they need is a pair of thick rubber gloves, they can pry it off her.

"Last week. Last few years. And they might kind of think I've killed a few of their... well, I wouldn't call them friends. Associates. Cousins of a few of them, probably. They have a lot of reasons to not be the biggest fans of Team Us." But then, she was possibly related to a couple of them, and she really didn't wanna think about that. "I counted about ten, give or take five outside. But I've got people who know I'm in New York now. Like, people on our side, I mean."

Then, a laugh. "Bastards took my bike when they took me. Shame to lose her, but do you have any idea how easy that'll be to track? Only thing we gotta worry about is covering Lady Blackhawk's bar tab after she and Canary get through the assholes between them and us."

Yep, she's so totally confident in that reassurance and levity. That's why her heart's skipping beats and she's whispering prayers in Italian.

[m/f preference.]

Edited 2015-04-20 02:00 (UTC)

[Am open to all prompts apart from smut, or no.20!]

[open for m/f or m/m]

[Smut unlikely, but open to it if it goes that way]

[They're trapped, all right. Trapped together, pressed against one another's backs with their wrists locked together. The pen was too small to allow them to stand, and so they were left here, settled snugly in the face of certain doom. Relatively.]

Okay. So maybe I was wrong about it being easy. You forgive me, right?

[At least, if we're going by comic canon, they've already seen each other naked. Which... actually just makes this way more awkward for Huntress. Considering who she works for now. Not that I'm saying they're naked, just that... they've been... all up close and all that.]

You, I forgive. Me, not so much for agreeing to this. I should know better.

But... assuming Lady B doesn't try to wash your sidekick's mouth out with soap- and... frankly I really don't put that past either of them- we probably, totally have a rescue party on the way.

Edited 2015-04-20 09:15 (UTC)

Of course, it's also just as likely that both our home teams will decide this is best left as a training exercise. It might be a day or so if they don't think the firing squad's breathing down our necks.

I mean, unless you're still into stuff like that.

[It's less awkward for Dick than it probably should be. He's one of the few heroes in the League who doesn't have to use his imagination much when trying to picture a coworker naked. It just means that he gets to enjoy having something soft to cushion him as he leans back slightly, testing the limits of their entanglement.]

But on the other hand, it's just a drug ring. Addict types never know what to do with a hostage. They'll probably just make arrangements to tell us for dope and end up betrayed in the process.

Do you really think O wants to leave us locked up together that long?

[Helena doesn't exactly have a short list of... entanglements of her own. God help her. She just does tend to feel more awkward about them. Catholic guilt maybe.]

Yeah, and just how did we manage to get caught by a bunch of addicts, any- hey, watch the hands, Batboy!

I think she understands that it says "it's complicated" on my Facebook profile. [And whatever thing he's had with Babs in an on-and-off capacity has always been weirdly open. With Kory, it's bursts of passion, fiery commitment followed by huge furious blowups. With Babs... It's more of a soul thing. He knows he can never fulfill everything that she needs, but there's still an open window for him to return, crawling to her when he's at his lowest. She completes him as a best friend, but he's too nomadic to pull it together long enough to try for more. Again. for the thirtieth time.] Which, by the way, you should get back into.

[He continues groping throughout her attempt to change the subject.] You know how it is. Every thug's got a shot at getting lucky. Old Man B used to always say he'd probably end up getting taken out by some new thug who landed a lucky shot to the wrong place. It's easy to plan for elaborate stuff, but dumb luck? That's a lot harder.

[A little bit left and OH whoops--] Sorry! I'm trying to find the knot.

I'm not really the social media type. Not with my day job. Misfit tried to sign me up for OKCupid, though. That... was unpleasant. [Okay, so she hasn't been dating much lately. Between the day job, and the night job, and taking Misfit in, things have been... hectic. If you can call your off nights grading papers and watching Netflix hectic. Don't judge.]

The knot is over here. You're just getting cheeky now. I can assure you, not much has changed since you... last... saw it all. Give or take a dozen scars or so. [Like the bullet wounds from No Man's Land. Grumble.]

(ooc: open to all prompts! have at)

[Probably plotting a jailbreak, unless it's one of those 'gonna kill all your friends if you try to leave bwah ha ha ha' situations. Available in cagey and determined, or sadsack modes.]

[[This is definitely something Hades would do, so voila! Yo, 16, 22, or 35.]]

[Open to a French queen who is basically nothing but kindness and sunshine?]

[[Yeah! I think that would be an interesting contrast to Hades' persona. You're welcome to any preference between the three choices mentioned.]]

[[16 seems especially perfect.]]

Rarely did Hades make his way above the surface. He preferred to be behind the confinements of his prospering kingdom where he could lurk between the shadows and keep garnering the power of souls. He had built a system humanity nor any liability to mortality could ever survive without. The circle of life; the end of it was his.

There were a few instances he did go to visit the mortals, but those were few between thousands of years. He was due for a check. Hades made his way through the entrance, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun as he stepped onto a patch of green grass. He could already hear the commotion of a town nearby. Was he out in the country, or has civilization not developed too far? The Underworld god moved smoothly and as he made his way past some patches of flowers. Some withered at his leave.

“Where to go?” He saw able, moving bodies in far sight and decided to make his way there. First he looked down at his clothing and decided to keep the dark contrast of his clothing against his pale skin. Mostly out of preference he kept his eyes a demonic red. If humanity was going to label him in anyway a demon, he was going to embrace it. The color dimmed to hide the redness. Hades slowly made his way towards the town, his body towering in tall height over the majority of mortals. Whilst walking, he decided to observe. People stared on a few occasions before making their merry way to their mundane lives.

Anne was so rarely able to be out in the city, but it just so happened she was greeting a small gathering of women and children. She was surrounded by guards, all intently watching everyone moving about their business.

Anne had a small girl sitting upon her lap when she saw him. He stood out in the crowd, tall and dark. Something seemed dangerous about him and she had a chill run down her spine. She wasn't fearful, but she was curious. Why would one man out of a crowded street draw her attentions in such a way?

She was curious if he would look her way. Most did as they walked by, the number of guards naturally drew attention.

(No 20 or 31, please.)

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