#mental bond

[frownyalfred]

today’s fic preview: Bruce Wayne being the only motherfucker in multiple universes who can hold a verbal conversation and a mental one at the same time without slipping up:

say it’s enough

eye in the sky

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Hello! I love any fics where the participants (usually Drarry, but I’m flexible on that) can talk to one another telepathically or via some kind of magical device. (Whether they want to, or they are unable to stop hearing one another’s thoughts.) I have already read some excellent fic meeting that description, and would be keen to hear about any more that you may know of. Thank you!

Hi there! I’m sorry for the late reply. Oh that’s a super interesting trope, I haven’t read many fics exploring it but these are all great:

A Quickening Hope, A Freshening Glee by MaesterChill (T, 4k)

Joy comes to Harry and Draco alongside a quickening of heart, and of body, and of breath. Or: The one where Draco and Harry find out from Remus Lupin in a Ministry lift that they're going to have a baby. And Sirius flips out.

Sod Off Potter by Bellad0nna (E, 34k)

When Harry wakes up to a strange voice invading his head he feels as if he should be far more surprised and concerned than he actually is. Although it's to be expected at this point, after all there is always 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 wrong and it almost always involves Malfoy.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

For Thine Is The Kingdom by kedavranox (E, 67k)

On a secret mission, Draco is Turned. With no memory of what happened, he learns that to save his missing Auror partner and regain what he’s lost, he must uncover the long-buried secrets of the vampire covens. To do that, Draco must open his mind and heart to what he has become, the new-found family that surrounds him, and the man who has remained steadfast at his side through it all.

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Mental by sara_holmes (M, 186k)

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise.

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anonymous asked:  Do you have any getting together mind reading Wangxian recs? Thank you in advance!

Oh, golly.  There’s:

hope dangling by a string

by KouriArashi

M, 70k, wangxian [my comment here]

Summary:   Lan Wangji had never had call to perform the spell of silent communication before he and Wei Wuxian joined together to fight Xuanwu. He figured it was temporary. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Or: the AU in which Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian psychically bond in the cave, Wei Wuxian overhears Lan Wangji thinking about the fact that he actually likes him, and after several minutes of confusion, is fully on board with this.

Hyperprosexia

by malkinmalkout

E, 192k, wangxian [my comment here]

Summary:   As a Sentinel Wei Wuxian is constantly scrutinized by the cultivation world. He usually doesn’t mind but when Lan Wangji labels him as a threat Wei Wuxian is pushed into proving he’s more than his designation in order to befriend his unwanted rival.

As Guide Lan Wangji needs to be in constant control to ensure that other people’s emotions do not overwhelm him and to keep his own emotions from influencing others. This control is challenged when he meets Wei Wuxian, who seems to break down every one of Lan Wangji’s barriers.

Light a Fire They Can’t Put Out

by runningondreams

T, 920, wangxian [my post here]

Summary:  He watches Lan Wangji pace a slow circuit around the cave. Watches the slight downturn of his lips and furrowing of his brow as he draws a ward line across the shallow slope of the entrance. Watches him circle back with a slow smooth swish of silk and sit—on the same side of the fire, closer than he has too. Close enough that if Wei Wuxian was sitting properly cross-legged, their knees would nearly touch.

That’s not unusual, these days. It’s just that there’s a bit of his hair out of place, brushing his cheek, and Wei Wuxian is having trouble controlling his hands.

Silver & Gold

by beeswaxing

E, 162k, wangxian [my comment here]

Summary:  Wandering through a rather busy night market on the boundaries of Gusu after a successful night hunt, Wei Wuxian with his son and nephew chance on a mysterious cultivator who rivals him at talismans. Curious as to the wares she has spread out over her table, he forgets the simple rule - you break it, you buy it. AKA Wei Wuxian gets turned into a child and because it is Wei Wuxian, no one has any idea what to expect.

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“Pretty-gege.”

SiZhui flushes at the doe eyes shining at him. “A-Ying is prettier,” he replies without thinking.

“You know my name?”

“We are family.”

“Oh…” the boy scrunches his nose, his expression vaguely apologetic. “But I don’t know your name.”

“It’s ok. You can call me…” SiZhui pauses for a moment at the sudden lump in his throat. He clears it, his voice rough with emotion. “You can call me Yuan-gege.”

And this one has our boys able to communicate telepathically through their ‘children’ over very long distances, but not purely between themselves:

❤️Fallen

by Jaywalker_Holmes

M, 151k, series with 6 parts, complete, [my post here]

Summary:  A cultivation accident in the future destroys Mo XuanYu’s frail body and sends Wei WuXian’s soul back into the past, in his six-year-old body. This time, armed with the knowledge of his future self and his love for his beloved Lan WangJi, he decides to rewrite his destiny and protect those he loves. Will the YiLing Patriarch have a happier life this time?

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@needleinthenonsense says, “This series has a telepathic bond between WWX and LWJ starting from part 5!” [I’m subscribed to this one!]

Magical Marriage Ribbons

by starandrea

M, 259k, wangxian, 7 works, series in progress

Summary:  Wei Ying and Lan Zhan somehow find time to be student sweethearts at Cloud Recesses, and it changes the course of the war. Mashup of novel, donghua, and drama, with a little manhua as a treat. Anything that wasn’t AU before Cloud Recesses is certainly AU after.

Happy fix-it with a little plot and a lot of Lan Zhan and Wei Ying being super cute together.

and @ziezie13 suggests:

A Peek Inside His Mind

by BarbaraAburi

M, 26k, wangxian, WIP

He allowed himself to lay down once more. Mind reeling over what he had found since waking up.

He could feel people’s emotions, every person’s emotions apparently had different sensations on him, he could hear their thoughts as well if this person was actively thinking in words, he could feel thoughts that were not words, like his Shijie knowing something he didn’t before.

And apparently, Lan Zhan loved him.

Or

What if after coming back from the Burial Mounds, Wei Ying had gained a few extra abilities due to his demonic cultivation? What if he had telepathy and could not only read minds, but feel the emotion of people around him?

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Porrima Chain

The floor vanished beneath his feet, and Cygnus didn’t even feel it when he collapsed to his knees, clutching his head as the vision tore through him.

Always unpredictable, and worse, uncontrollable, his precognition was either fully active, or completely dormant.

Times like these, when it woke completely, he had to fight or lose himself in the visions. More than one precog had lost their mind to a powerful vision, and his were overwhelming on a good day.

Ships.

Thousand upon thousand of sleek ships, bigger than the ones they had been fighting, surrounded by their favored destroyers and backed by hollowed-out asteroids that were covered in half-natural plating that looked both built and organic at the same time.

Al this time, the great war that humanity was fighting, and barely surviving, and it was against the slightest vanguard. Against scout ships, sent in to clear the way for the true power of their invasion.

Cygnus fought to hold himself against the vision as the black vastness of space opened around him, and his mind slipped free of his control, one snapping threat at a time.

It was too much. It was too much, and he couldn’t hold on as the vision tore at him, icy cold with melting steel burning at his nose.

Just as the last threads of his control snapped, a silver chain snapped through his mind, glimmering with olden will, and deep, glowing red that left him warm and shaken at the same time.

(Reach for me,) Andra told him, all her power channeled into holding him steady against the void that threatened to destroy his sanity. Her control, hard-won, shattered, and forged again, shone with determination. (Cyg, I’m not gonna let you go. I have you.)

(They’re coming,) Cygnus told her, a green whisper against her silver chain as she slowly reeled him safely back into his own body, even as the vision raged around him. (They’re coming and the queens we’ve been fighting, they’re nothing compared to the ones who are coming for us.)

(I know,) Andra said grimly, and pulled on their connected minds once more until Cygnus felt the cool, processed air of the ship against his skin, and opened his eyes. It took a moment for him to figure out what he was looking at, and then he realized it was the table, as viewed form the floor. His head was in Andra’s lap, and her fingers carded through his hair, soothing and gentle. (I saw.)

“Get me to Ursa,” he said, and winced at the pain in his throat. He had seen recordings of himself during a vision, and Dus told him once, as they shared a drink long ago, that he screamed until his voice went out. That, it seemed, had not changed. “I have to tell the generals what’s coming.”

Andra hesitated, still pale and a little fragile from her long captivity, but he trusted her, needed her there. His own mind felt cored-out and bruised, and every thought sent a spike of agony through his head.

The visions were destructive. In his younger days, his telekinesis tended to wake at the same time, and only his long years of training kept him from destroying the ship, now.

That, or, as he noticed a broken glass, shattered on the floor as if it had been flung against the wall and fallen, Andra contained the worst of his damage.

“I got to you before you did worse than throw a glass,” she said, following his thoughts as she often did, and got his arm over her shoulders. “I can’t lift you like this. Can you get your legs under you?”

“Maybe?” he hedged, but when she put her strength into getting him upright, he managed to rise unsteadily. (My throat is going to give out.)

“I’ll speak for you,” Andra promised. “Or use telepathy.”

(Ursa is spooked by telepathy.)

“That’s dumb. I’ll speak for you. I saw it too.”

A fact that he was ridiculously grateful for, since he was still staggering under the aftereffects of the vision alone. (You saved me. I was- I couldn’t hold it.)

“You scared me,” Andra said, and paused when they reached the door so he could catch his breath. “I felt you going, felt the vision take you. Remember how we met?”

He did, and squeezed her shoulders, blessing his strange precognition for waking the moment his syzygy was there, close enough to anchor him that first time, and many times after. (Yes.)

She was glad too. He could see the red-cored pink that was her love for him, wrapped through a tightly-woven mesh of metallic memories. The thread sprang from her memory of his teasing comment about her choice of mental occupation, and wove through the layers of days spent fixing her sad little ship and learning how to share the space between their minds.

He tugged lightly on the red-lined thread where it rooted in his first words to her, in the intricacy of her thoughts and her easy good humor about his power.

“Flirt with me later,” Andra told him, and smiled at the touch on their bond. Her silver chain was still woven through his mind and he leaned into it ever so slightly, relieved to have the strength of their bond to hold himself together. She felt it, and sent something like warmth that suffused through the chain like glimmers of sunlight on water. “Ready?”

(As long as we’re together,) Cygnus told her, and bent when she leaned up to kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, and he leaned his forehead against hers. (We can face anything.)

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Guiding Stars:

Andra was a mechanic and a pilot with nothing but an old, battered ship to call her own. Cygnus Volans is the most powerful psion to ever live. They were on opposite sides of a messy revolution, until a shared vision of the future brings their two warring sides together against a much greater threat.

Procyon Moon

Altair Chariot

Vega Dignity

Cappella Besieged

Canopus Emergent

Nihal Collision

Spica Interlude

Polaris Eclipsed

Sirius Empowered

Mizar Orbit (Free on Patreon)

Dabih Risen

Ankaa Igniting (Free on Patreon!)

Leporis Crush (Subscriber Only!)

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[write-it-motherfuckers]

Screams of fear and anguish echoed all around as the city was torn to pieces, and yet you had never felt so calm. For once, your mind was silent of its usual harsh mess of feelings, none of which ever seemed to be cohesive with each other, and many of which you were certain weren’t even yours. For the first time you could remember, there was just the one emotion in your mind, the emotion ringing back and forth between who or what ever it was that you had been joined to all your life. Anticipation, excitement. 

Something was about to change.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 34/34 Fandom: Jurassic World (2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Owen Grady, Claire Dearing, Alan Grant (Jurassic Park), The Raptor Squad, The Grady Gang, Blue (Jurassic World), Delta (Jurassic World), Charlie (Jurassic World), Echo (Jurassic World), Barry (Jurassic Park) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta, Hurt/Comfort, Pack Dynamics, Pack Bonding, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Velociraptors, Psychic Bond, Slice of Life, Slow Build Series: Part 2 of Pushing Boundaries Summary:

It's been over a year since the park reopened, but nothing about working at Jurassic World is routine. Especially when you're the alpha of a raptor pack. Owen Grady would never make the mistake to think every day is the same.

He also didn't want student workers traipsing around his enclosure, let alone interns. Still, he got them for a trial run. Trouble is waiting in the wings. He just knows it.

And then there is the rumor of poachers on Isla Sorna. Wonderful. Just what he needed.

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vocalization (or, a lack of it) by asteropes

Star Trek (Aos)/Complete/Chapters: 1   Words: 2,026

In which Spock and Kirk have bonded, and forget to open their mouthes while talking. // I forgot the title for this and it took forever to find, so you’re welcome. I love the idea of this.

[frownyalfred]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Duke Thomas & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & His Kids Characters: Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Mind Meld, Hive Mind, Mental Link, Psychic Bond, Forced Bonding, Sentient Gotham City (DCU), Minor Injuries, Protective Bruce Wayne, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Bruce is the center of the bond for a reason, Metahuman Duke Thomas, POV Duke Thomas, Hurt Duke Thomas, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Elseworlds (DCU), no beta we die like jason todd Series: Part 2 of on the borderline Summary:

A bomb goes off inside of Duke’s mind. Distantly, he feels his knees hit the ground, but the pain never comes. His hands are clutching at his head, trying to hold it together. His mind expands. It shudders. Then, when he can barely think, it cracks open entirely.

(or, an Elseworld where Duke snaps into the borderline bond the exact moment he meets Bruce Wayne)