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living alongside the glass wall。

Living Alongside The Glass Wall

your characters have been trapped in a world where the only other person they can speak to lives on the other side of a glass wall. they have spent all their time talking to each other, living like this, in limbo.

p r o m p t s:

time to break the glass ▍ bring the blood on, the weapons, you just have to get to the other person one way or another.
despair ▍ you long for affection.....the desperate will do just anything.....~~like cut off their own limbs~~
bare ▍you two have longed for anything to make you whole. just how much skin are you willing to show?
mercy ▍perhaps in heaven you will be together....for now you talk about emotions.
glass sex ▍ hormones ensue. figure out this one on your own.
prisoners/purgatory ▍ohohoho there's a reason you are both stuck like this!
other ▍anything else?

r u l e s:

post your character name, canon, prefs in subject.
tag around.
note: nothing has to be logical in the prompts; cross-medium relationships, assumed cr, space settings, angelic beings, all welcomed!
profit???

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[Down for pretty much anything. Cross canon and assumed CR and AUs are all awesome.]

Deadpool didn't really remember how he'd wound up living in the world behind the glass wall. But his memory could be funny like that. He was pretty sure he hadn't always been there, but maybe he'd stumbled into an alternate universe. Maybe he'd been captured. Maybe he wasn't the real Deadpool, but a reasonable facsimile, created by fans on the internet for the sole purpose of being dropped into random memes. Memepool.

His brain came up with the strangest ideas sometimes.

But whatever the case, he was here, and he had obviously learned to live with it. It wasn't all bad though. For starters, there was that hot redhead from the Avengers on the other side of the glass. He always looked forward to seeing her. They'd been seeing each other exclusively for a long time now, hadn't they?

"We're practically a couple now," he said aloud as they made their daily rounds, back and forth along the lengh of the wall, inspecting it for weaknesses. Or something. "When are you going to let me out of here so you can strangle me with your thighs in person?" He was only half joking.

Natasha... Natalia? This place was strange, sometimes she wasn't sure. She remembers being sure. Natasha, said without that background noise of things she can't quite remember. She wasn't sure how she'd ended up here, or who she'd pissed off to end up with Wade Wilson as the only other person she can remember ever seeing, ever getting to talk to.

"You talk about us being a couple and I start wondering what absolutely terrible idea is about to come out of your mouth this time." There's a flicker of her green eyes and a curl of those red lips into something that was almost a smile as she speaks. For all his faults (and there were many) she found that she couldn't help but like him, at least a little. Of course, extreme situations like this did funny things to the brain, even hers. Which is clearly why this time she doesn't bother arguing the point about being a couple. It's not as if she's seen anyone else in ... she doesn't even know how long.

They walked in opposite patterns, checking the glass, and she tries hitting it a few times for good measure. She hits it in the same places every day. She claims that it's stress testing, but the honest truth was just that it felt good having an excuse to hit that wall that separated them. She hadn't given up on getting out, but she didn't think she was going to find any secret weaknesses in the glass that separated them. And what were the odds, anyway?

Even if she somehow managed to shatter the wall that separated them, what were the odds that gave them a way out of this fucked up place? "When I figure out how. Trust me, the idea of strangling you is very enticing." She threatened him almost casually, with that sultry undertone, that curve to her mouth and something violent in her eyes. Wade never seemed to mind.

Though, she was only about a quarter joking, if we're talking in measurements.

Wade forgives her the stress testing, and the obvious cover up for her outbursts. Bein trapped inside a glass menagerie is bound to cause anyone a little stress. Besides, he likes to watch.

He pauses his pacing to absorb the violent blue of her eyes, and imagine her lips curled around exactly what you'd expect. Three quarters of a threat rounds up to a pretty big turn on. "What's a little death between friends?"

[ Gen & assumed cr preferred; out-there settings are A+ ]

[Everything is fair game, but not looking for romantics. Can work out assumed CR.]

[AUs and assumed CR welcome. Please negotiate smut.]

[Because how can I possibly resist?]

[ooc: Harkening back to the old days on LJ when nothing ever made sense and the points didn't matter, wanna maybe try?]

[Hit me with your best shot. I am all for it. He might just assume she is an ai robot for a while.]

[ooc: Excellent. Any prompt in particular or shall we just go for it?]

[I'm game for any of the prompts except sex. So a roll or go for it. Sorry for the delay, had to do dinner things.]

[ooc: And then I got busy. WTF, adult life. Okay, so! I'm thinking something along the line of prisoners, only they don't really know why, they just sort of have to go along with being there, because there's no way of getting out. Bonding over shared misery. I am comfortable with both brackets and prose, so although I'll start in prose, I will follow your preference. Please let me know if anything needs to be changed or scrapped or started over.]

This was some sort of purgatory, Rey's decided, after exhausting every other possibility she could imagine. A nice prison, don't get her wrong, as comfortable as a prison could be, but a prison nonetheless.

She doesn't know how she's wound up here. She doesn't know why she keeps waking up here, of all places, nor how to escape, or even who was holding her here. She can't begin to imagine the reasoning for splitting the largest room down the middle with a seemingly impenetrable (believe her, she's tried) glass wall, who could be watching, who could be enjoying seeing her confused and disoriented and scared.

But she knows one thing, at least, and it's that in the moments that she's able to speak with Caleb, with the man on the opposite side of the wall, she doesn't feel quite so alone. Truly, it's those conversations that are keeping her sane.

She waits, uncomfortable, sitting on the floor, attempting not to doze off, and failing.

Caleb had expected his life to end in a tiny locked box of a building, so suddenly having food, more freedom and something beyond silent bodies back in his life had seemed a Mercy at first.

Now that time had passed, his opinions were changing. He was skeptical and a little paranoid. It all seemed like just another experiment or test. Was he the test subject or the tester? He had been the lever in the maze to open the way out, but what his role was now eluded him.

He approached the wall a little later than usual, just to see if Rey would notice he was late. When he arrived at the glass, he sat down across from her, reaching out to press his hand to the cool glass and remind himself that it was still there. He was still trapped.

"How are you feeling, today?"

Rey had expected her life to end a handful of times, usually in the heat of battle. So, it had been disconcerting in any number of ways to wake up someplace so strangely serene and terrifyingly silent all at once.

Why had she been brought here? Where is here? Who brought her here? And what could they possible want from a girl that for most of her life, had believed was nothing special?

Of course, the only person she could ask any of her questions of was Caleb, and since he was in exactly the same position as Rey, just on the opposite side of the glass, he couldn't offer her the answers she so desperately needed. But he could offer her some form of friendship, of companionship, of understanding, and whenever they were afforded the opportunity to spend time 'together', she was grateful.

She'd have gone completely crazy long ago if not for him.

"Oh, you know, going stir crazy, as usual", she answered, offering a sarcastic little smile. "You?"

[Who is the lucky one to be ran crazy by this guy for all eternity??]

[ assumed cr, cross canon, au, whatever is fine! ]

( assumed cr, cross canon, au, etc is all fine with me! )

( voicetesting )

Barry doesn't know how long it's been since he'd opened his eyes behind his mask and seen glass on every side, but Zoom was already there, sitting on the other side, watching him. Mask off. Expression weirdly placid, and even happy when Barry had thundered into the glass and bounced off. It's still impenetrable, vibration-proof for both of them, but they can hear each other as if it isn't even there. They should probably be dead by now. Maybe they're already dead. Maybe that's why neither of them have seen anyone else or heard anyone else since...well, since waking up.

He's stopped trying to get answers from their silent, absent captors, but he's had a lot of time to think since then. His mom, his dad, both gone now, but both of them dying with love for him as their last words. His adopted family, Joe and Iris helping him become a good man, and his found family at STAR Labs, helping him become the Flash. Thinking about Hunter's life, what he knows about it. He hasn't had anyone, has he? Not one single person.

...but what if it hadn't gone that way?

"Hey." Barry knocks on the glass behind him without looking. Hunter will be there. Hunter is always there. "Did you ever think about...going back? Saving your mom?"

Being surrounded by these glass walls reminded him of being locked up. The only difference now was he had the power to escape something like this, but he couldn't. No amount of speed let him pass, no stream of fast and furious attacks would leave even the smallest mark. It was a prison, but worse. Completely along with no way of escape.

But then one day, the Flash came along. Just as trapped, wasting his time doing the same thing he'd tried too many times. It took away the edge that came from his own confinement, knowing he wasn't alone. Knowing that here and now, the Flash understood his pain. That Barry Allen was suffering alongside of him. It was the reason he kept so close, lurking just a few feet away from the wall. And maybe, that was way he was always so aware of where he was, how he always managed to find Barry along those walls.

Today, he wasn't far as usually. He was leaning against the wall when he heard the sound of the knock, glancing over at the sound of Barry's voice. The question was unexpected, and Hunter looked away instead of answering right away.

For a moment, he sat there. Silent. Not bothering to reassure Barry that he'd heard him at all. Of course he'd thought about it, more times than he could count. But what guarantee would there be that something would change? Time was a fickle thing, after all. And dealing with the Time Wraiths was another matter entirely. What if he saved her, only to lose her again because of a mishap?

"Why? You think that'd bring back everyone I've killed over the years, Barry?" He tilted his head back and against the glass with a faint thump, turning his head towards Barry.

"I know it won't." He could have risen to the bait and gotten angry, but in this place, anger just seemed exhausting. Aimless. They couldn't do anything to each other but talk, and Hunter had gotten under his skin more than once already and then smiled through Barry's yelling. It wasn't worth getting angry.

Especially now that he was thinking about this small new idea. He was silent for a few more seconds, turning it over, wondering if he should mention it at all. But the glass seemed to leach away any desire to keep secrets.

"What if it made you into someone who never killed any of them?" he asked slowly. "What if you saved yourself, like I did? You're always talking about how we're the same, right?"

Now he did shift, turning to sit with one knee up, arms folded around it, cowl pushed back as he stared at Hunter's back through the glass. "Why didn't you ever do that, to make us the same?"

Sometimes, he missed seeing Barry's expression crumbling. Seeing the way he gave into anger that he couldn't properly act on beyond shouting and beating against a wall that would never give way. It proved to him that under all of that just attitude, there was something that could have blossomed differently in Barry. Something that could have made them a lot more similar than Barry might have been willing to admit to himself.

"Save myself?" Hunter laughed at that, turned his head forward and lifted it just slightly, enough to drop it back against the back with another thump. "You say it as if that would change enough." He doubted it would. He'd still know his mother was killed, still have to live with knowing his father was the one who pulled the trigger. That rage would still be there. It might burn less fiercely than it did now, but it would still be there.

"If I saved myself, my father would still be a murderer."

"You're not him." Barry heard himself say it before he'd even realized he was thinking it. He shifted back along the glass, enough to watch Hunter's profile through the glass. He'd been angry before, lost control and yelled and slammed himself into the glass, vibrated it until his head felt like it was splitting, but now he just watched, with a little quiet frown.

"Look, what your dad did was..." Barry let his own head fall back against the glass, staring at the ceiling, where the light came from. "I know. But you're not him. And maybe it would. Maybe it would change enough." Or maybe it was a bunch of crap, maybe there was never any saving Hunter Zolomon, and Barry sighed and thudded his head against the glass. "Fine, if you won't do it, I'm doing it," he said, sullen, annoyed.

You're not him.

Hunter had heard that before throughout his life from childhood to adulthood. From other children, social workers, and doctors. And now from Barry Allen. There was a part of him that found humor in that, that someone as pure-hearted as Barry, who'd seen the way he'd manipulated the world around him to get what he wanted, could find it in him to say those words. But instead of laughing, he let out a huff of a sound. Not quite a laugh, but something that might have bordered on it.

Still, he listened to what Barry to say. Words he'd heard more than once by now. That maybe Hunter Zolomon might become a different man if his father hadn't killed his mother, maybe he would have turned out differently if he hadn't been there to see it. Or if his family had cared enough to offer their arms to him when he needed the comfort most.

At the mention of going back, Hunter was up suddenly - a blur of crackling blue lightning as he stood, turned and braced his hands against the glance to lean towards it. If the wall hadn't separated them, it might have been a more intimidating gesture, something meant to box Barry in, make him feel cornered. "And how do you to do that, Flash?" He wondered, a light curiosity to his words, masked by a strange coldness that didn't match the way his lips stretched upwards at the corners.

"Running into the walls again? Vibrating so quickly you make yourself sick?" There was a mocking undertone to his words now. A way of saying he doubted Barry'd ever find a way out of here for either of them. And a way of saying he didn't think Barry could manage goign back in time, saving someone without ruining something else.

In contrast, Barry climbs to his feet more slowly, even calmly, and turns to face him. "I don't know," he says honestly, with a shrug. "Maybe we won't ever get out of here." It's looking more and more likely. He looks down at the hands pressed to the glass, clawed at the tips, just for that extra ability to inflict a little more pain, instill a little more fear. It worked, and it had worked on him too, but that was before.

Now he looks up again and sets his own hands against the glass, mirroring, and it's almost a brotherly gesture. Like he's trying to offer some kind of comfort, a sense of solidarity, that they're in this together. "But what if we do, and I do find a way? Are you gonna chase me? Follow me back and keep me from stopping your dad? Because if we do go home, that's what I'm gonna do."

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living alongside the glass wall。

Natasha Romanoff | Marvel Cinematic | M/F

I apologize in advance for this.

apologize for nothing, this is excellent omg. memepool.

Memepool shoulda been his username

Ezio Auditore | Assassin's Creed | OTA

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

Shen | Kung Fu Panda

Kazuma Asougi | Dai Gyakuten Saiban | OTA

Adam Parrish | TRC | m/m

Spencer Reid | Criminal Minds | M/M

Caleb Smith | Ex Machina

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Lavi | D.Gray-Man (ota)

Izuku Midoriya | My Hero Academia

Ororo Munroe | X-Men

Bizarro | DC Comics

lioriley | original | ota

rose tyler | doctor who

Saya Masaki | Neon Sign Amber | m/m

dave strider | homestuck | ota

tsubasa "syaoran" li | tsubasa reservoir chronicles ( ota )

hunter zolomon/zoom | the flash | ota

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