the mutual captivity dependency (romance) meme

[noregretsanon]

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.

HOW TO PLAY

• 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.
• Reply to others. RNG.

PROMPTS

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


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


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


4. 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.


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


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


7. 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.


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


9. 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.


10. 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.


11. 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.


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


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


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


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


16. 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.


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


18. 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.


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


20. 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.


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


28. 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.


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


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


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


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


33. Turncoats: Your captors have pitted you against each other.


34. 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.


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


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


37. 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.


38. 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.


39. 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?


40. WILDCARD

Comments

clint barton ♐ marvel comics ♐ ota

[snapcrackshot]

wally west ( dcu ) ota

[speedseraph]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[aemulor]

[ up for a Ren? idk how EU familiar you are, but I'm thinking some sort of Yuuzhan Vong style scenario where an enemy from outside the galaxy comes in and is somehow able to overpower/escape the senses of Force-users, capturing both Kylo and Rey? ]

Hermione Granger | Harry Potter | M/F

[mudblood_andproud]

Kate Bishop | Marvel 616 | ota

[nothawkette]

Karen Page + Daredevil + F/M

[pageandpages]

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

Matt Murdock || Daredevil || OTA

[trustinthedevil]

3 and 22. Maybe a bit of 18?

[owesdebts]

[She couldn't say how she'd wound up here. They had, against all odds, taken her by surprise. In a rare moment of weakness, she'd felt a prick against her skin, somehow knowing what it was before the effects of the drug had taken control. She'd been in and out during transport, hearing a mix of languages, curses, felt the motion of a car, then a boat under her. The air had that saltwater edge to it, making her think they were on an island somewhere, or at least coastal, but outside of that, she'd been too incapacitated to do more than struggle weakly when she felt hands on her, moving her from place to place until she found herself in her final destination; a room. Alone. No windows to try to slip out of. A few cot frames welded to the wall in a single piece, nothing for her to pick apart and use as a weapon. The toilet was reminiscent of one found in prisons, a single piece of metal with nothing removable. It was a largish room, but judging by the fact there were multiple cots, she had a feeling she'd either missed company or should expect some.

And then the routine began. Food that was barely palatable but that she knew was high in protein and vitamins, something that would keep her alive but give her no pleasure in eating it. A tactic used by prisons, the beginning of torture, of trying to crush her spirit. She'd been through the Red Room. She knew how this worked. They could try all they wanted, but she'd already had the worst of what could happen thrown at her.

The procedures hadn't been fun -- bolted down to a table, needles slipping inside her to deliver drugs that left her feeling either numb or hypersensitive. Jittery and anxious, but she pushed all that down. Thought about how to get out. Day after day she counted until days became weeks and those bled into months. She'd held out that someone would come for her. She'd be missed. Even if Rogers wouldn't, which she doubted, Barton wouldn't leave her to rot. But whoever had taken her, whoever was zipping electric currents into her body in an attempt to change it more than it had been, they'd found a deep little hole to hide in, one it seemed that her friends hadn't found yet.

It wasn't until the ninth month that she started to lose any semblance of hope. She'd been in that room alone for too long, handled only by guards and doctors in full body suits with helmets that hid their faces, hid anything human about them until she felt like she was the only person alive anymore. These weren't people, they were aliens. Monsters. Nightmares hiding behind fabric to keep her from losing her mind. She sat on her cot, staring at the bland, paste-looking food that made her want to throw up every time she smelled it, food she forced herself to eat anyway. To keep her strength up. It was the same reason she made herself do work outs every day, to keep in shape. To take any chance that might come her way.

She prodded at the goo with her spoon, head jerking up when she heard the door open. Light threatened to blind her and she covered her eyes with her hand, missing the scuffle that heralded the arrival of her first roommate. A man in something red. Something with a mask.

She didn't say anything, too busy wondering if this was all a hallucination, proof that she'd finally lost her damn mind. Welcome to Hell, Matt. Population: 2.]

Bucky Barnes | MCU

[justaghost]

[abide]

[ They keep him sedated to draw the fight out of him.

It's an odd thing too, how the serum is supposed to burn through everything - it keeps him from getting drunk, at least - and protect him from something like this, but somehow, they feed him so much that Steve feels as if he's in a daze half the time, locked in some cell with his best friend not more than a few steps away. The restraints probably aren't necessary, not when he thinks he's hearing Bucky and seeing something else. There are experiments, methods that last until he passes out and wakes up with his cheek resting against the other man's thigh. Those hours are spent resting against him and gripping his hand, memories blurred together that mix with the nights they'd shared back in Brooklyn, and it doesn't make sense, looking up at that face and seeing him so sad. Steve smiles and mumbles a little when he talks. As long as he doesn't give them any reason to do it, Bucky stays safe. They stay together.

But eventually, his body grows used to it, and the world becomes clear again, holds more purpose than just the two of them tucked tight in this small room. The details are a bit hazy, but they escape, taking out as many of the soldiers as they can. The light, the fresh taste of air— it's almost too much at first. They're somewhere deep in Northern Asia too, maybe Western Europe. Steve hadn't thought to grab a map, only that there's freedom far off in the opposite direction of the facility, and he drags Bucky with him as far as they can go, several miles out until the snow gets too deep and no one's following them. It's easy to get swallowed up in an impending storm, trudging their way to an isolated building tucked between the ridges of rock and ice.

It's nothing more than a one-story shanty, but it's empty. There's a bed, and the power sort of works, water easy to get if they let some of the snow melt in the numerous pans in its makeshift kitchen. They'd have to share the tub to conserve what they used, but all Steve can think about is sitting on that sagging mattress and sleeping into the next century. He feels better than he has in... How long as it been? He doesn't know, but it's better nonetheless. Maybe nauseous, but that's a feeling he revels in more than anything as he looks at Bucky. ]

You doing okay? [ If they got some rest, it might just turn out fine. ]

Stefan Salvatore | The Vampire Diaries | M/M

[angelus]

Balthazar | Supernatural

[badpuns]

Thea Queen | DCTV

[queenleftbehind]

Liling 'Lily' Yang | World of Darkness OC | OTA

[splendidphoenix]

jessica jones - mcu

[aliass]

39? (picking up from finale)

[youcantfixme]

[ He hadn't expected to see her again so soon. His brain was still reeling with the effects of Kilgrave's mind control. There was lingering guilt weighing heavy on him, being rescued by the woman he attacked and dismissing her as vilely as he had when she tried to explain her hand in his wife's death.

Luke stopped dead in his tracks and watched her approach. He dropped the hand that he'd been rubbing the back of his head with, stuffing both into the pockets of his jeans. His brown eyes were hesitant regardless of how calm he tried keeping the rest of his features. ]

You look like I feel.

[ She always did seem to like his honesty. ]

aoba seragaki || dramatical murder || m/m

[dramaticalblue]

Spiderman / peter parker desu | marvel's civil war | OTA

[civilwarspidey]

Claire Temple | Daredevil (Netflix) F/M OTA

[clairetemple_rn]

[Canon mates or people in the MCU...I'm open.]

xena | xwp

[chalikar]

davy jones ♆ oc ♆ ota

[dweomer]

( Info. )

sakura matou ❀ fate/ ( ota )

[imaginenumbers]

( please ask me first if you plan on taking the thread to smut! )

Def. no smut. A little hurt/comfort fluff, though.

[doingwhatiwant]

Another night in the basement had finally passed and Kariya struggled up the stairs. At least, he thought to himself, it was one more night that Sakura wasn't forced to endure the barbaric torment Zouken called 'training.' He would do anything for Sakura, even this... In the end, it would likely be a phyrric victory, but for now, hope of any victory at all gave Kariya hope.

He was barely standing when he reached the door to her bedroom, and with his nerves deteriorating, it took several tries to turn the knob. But eventually, he stumbled inside.

"Good morning, Sakura-chan." He forced himself to smile. "Are you awake?"