#telepathy au

[secondtolastrow]

Mira gets telepathy —> straightforward fix it. We will all be talking about our feelings

Zoey gets telepathy —> potential to go interestingly based on her refusal to Just Say Things

Rumi gets telepathy —> I think I found a new setting on my blender :D

[raksha-the-demon]

Telepathy au was getting a bit long, so continuing from here @secondtolastrow

Mira takes a long drink of her coffee, tries to swallow whatever emotion it is when you realize you've said something terrible to your best friend without even realizing.

Rumi stares down at the mug in her hands. "What if I wasn't who you thought? If I was a liar and…" her voice trails off, but Mira hears what she doesn't say. A mistake.

Zoey's brow furrows. Her thoughts race in circles, trying to understand the point of this talk. Mira hears her quickly run through recent interactions, looking for anything Rumi might have been even slightly dishonest about. The thoughts quickly switch to the other direction, wondering if this is about her, if Zoey did something wrong and they're trying to lead her to the conclusion for herself, but she's not getting it and is that the problem? Is the problem that there's something obvious Rumi and Mira both see but she's too stuck in her own head to even realize?

Mira grabs Zoey's hand and gives it a firm squeeze, and the jumbled thoughts calm a little. She reaches for Rumi with her other hand, but instead of taking it like she normally would Rumi flinches away so fast she nearly spills her drink. The motion is accompanied by a panicked don'tletherseepleasedon'tlethersee, like she thought Mira was just going to yank her sleeve up and show Zoey the patterns without even giving Rumi the chance to explain.

(Admittedly Mira might've, if she wasn't able to hear the panic that has been ringing through Rumi's mind all morning.)

She pulls her hand back and lets it fall into her lap instead. "Do you want to tell Zoey or do want me to?"

Nonononono everything is ruined this wasn't supposed to happen this can't happen--

"This is happening," Mira says firmly. "You're going to explain how you have…what I saw. And then we're going to figure out how to deal with it. Together. OK?"

She looks at Zoey, who nods despite clear confusion about the situation, then fixes Rumi with what she hopes is a firm-yet-understanding gaze.

Rumi looks back down at her mug like it might give her a way out of this, then shoves it aside with an "OK." She lays one arm on the table and yanks the sleeve up with her other hand, just as she'd been afraid Mira was going to do.

There's a brief moment of quiet as Zoey's brain stalls out and Rumi waits for her reaction.

"…The fuck?"

Rumi jerks the sleeve back down and pulls her arms into herself. "My dad was a demon, so I'm--" a mistake "--so I have, um. Those."

"I think I'd remember if you had patterns before," Zoey says, and Mira is hit with the bizarre sensation of seeing one of her own memories from another perspective. Its the three of them hanging out in Zoey's room back during their training days, squished together on the bed for a selfie. All three of them were in short sleeves, so either Rumi was wearing an absurd amount of concealer, or…

A cold realization creeps over Mira, accompanied by a sense of resignation from Rumi.

"They get worse over time, don't they? That's why you were so freaked before. They're spreading."

Rumi nods.

"I think I've run out of time."

[thespacegoat2]

I’ve seen people discuss a polytrix telepathy AU, and I have a civic duty to inform yall that such a fic actually exists! I first read it back in October and it’s stuck with me ever since.

the hands around my throat are my own by faithlethalhane

I think I only got halfway thru the second part that was written later but the first part is soooooo good

It gets around the Rumi thinking about her patterns thing in a really interesting way; also it has top notch rumira angst

[butterflyintochains]

NHL Telepathy AU

For a fic I'm working on, set in an NHL with a telepathy soulmates system.

Bonds are forged upon first meeting, and everything is shared: emotions, speech, thoughts, everything. Bonded pairs share something called a ''Bonded Headspace'' - where they communicate with each other. There is one physical marker that a Headspace is being used, a faint glow in the eyes of the pair tapping into it. Being together heightens a pair's emotions, senses, and abilities on ice.

However, since the 1980s, the NHL had banned cross-team bonds, for team stability and loyalty reasons. You can't be loyal to your team if you're bonded to someone from another, right? But, in the 2004/05 lockout, the majority of teams scrapped this rule, arguing that with how many teams were in the league by the 21st century, law of averages was too great. Some teams, however, kept the rule in place. Those being:

Ottawa Senators

Atlanta Thrashers (Winnipeg follow it in their stead)

Florida Panthers

Nashville Predators

St Louis Blues

Arizona Coyotes

The Vegas Golden Knights also opt into this rule in 2017 so as to build a stable team in their first seasons.

Every other team stopped enforcing it, led by Pittsburgh and Montreal, then the rest modernised not long after.

Cross-Team bonds are hidden by the pairs involved in them, and many players on teams that ban them have get-out clauses in their contracts to cover for their teams finding out.

Important In-Team bonds for this fic:

Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin (Headspace colour = gold)

Marc-Andre Fleury/Max Talbot (Headspace colour = silver)

Patrice Bergeron/Brad Marchand

Steven Stamkos/Victor Hedman

Claude Giroux/Daniel Briere (Headspace colour = orange)

The Important Cross-Team bond (central bond) to this fic:

Kris Letang/Erik Karlsson (Headspace colours = blue/red respectively)

Changes to the Penguins (central team):

Erik goes to Pittsburgh early (after the 2017/18 season)

Flower never leaves for Vegas (sorry, Muzz)

Flower's Vezina is as a Penguin.

Kris wins a Norris because having Erik around basically supercharges him.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Telepathy AU Pt 2

Lena opens her eyes to find herself in the infirmary, with Kara on the next bed over still soundly unconscious. Alex sits between the feet of their beds, her elbows on her knees and her features haggard. She perks up a little when she sees Lena's return to wakefulness.

After checking in on Lena's condition-- just tired (hit by a freight train exhausted, actually, with a headache to match)--Alex gets to meat of the matter.

"We came back to find the place looking like a tornado came through, and you two on the floor." Alex runs a hand over her eyes, betraying how worried they'd made her. "What the hell happened?"

Lena fights a scowl as she looks over at Kara. "She was going to sacrifice herself. Again."

Alex curses. "Son of a bitch," she mutters. "I thought she'd gotten better about that."

"Evidently not." Lena manages to work her way up to sitting. With Alex's help, she makes it, and once there she grips Alex's hand tight. "I had to stop her. This was the only way I knew how."

Alex's eyebrows rocket skyward. "Wait-- you did this?"

Lena nods.

"And the lab?"

At that, Lena hesitates. "I'm not sure what that was. But yeah-- also me."

Once she's sure Lena can remain upright on her own, Alex sits down beside her on the bed. "Jesus Christ."

"I just couldn't let her do it. I--" Her breath catches. "I couldn't let her go."

"I know," Alex assures her, covering Lena's hand with her own. "And thank you."

Together, they gaze at Kara for a long moment. Then...

"Sooooo... how long are we going to keep her asleep?"

Lena's jaw tightens. "Until we can think of a way to stop them."

Alex nods.

"Then we better get to it."

---

Lena doesn't necessarily feel good about keeping Kara asleep. Kelly tries to talk her into another course of action, which Lena appreciates but in lieu of another option to contain a Kryptonian, she remains firm in her decision. Alex similarly finds herself unwilling to bend. Not when it comes to her sister's life.

But as the hours wear on, Lena finds herself wondering exactly how she did it. Not just the explosion they're still cleaning up, but putting Kara to sleep in the first place. She hadn't even really thought about it. She'd just reached out in desperation for a way to stop Kara, and-- this was the outcome.

Not only that, but she finds she doesn't have to reapply the spell or charm or whatever it is keeping Kara asleep. Her friend simply sleeps on, oblivious to the world.

But how??

Just as concerning is the way Kara feels both gone and present at the same time. Lena hears the way Kara would reassure her, imagines the tone of her voice, her inflection and expression as clearly as if she were standing right next to her. As though Kara were missing, not asleep.

It makes no logical or emotional sense, and it unsettles Lena. Something just isn't right about the whole thing, and not just the morality of it. It physically feels off.

And it doesn't help that she still has a splitting headache.

It isn't until the next morning that it all comes to a head. She's running another simulation on the backup computer when Kara's voice issues over her shoulder.

"Rao, you're so smart."

Lena pivots so quickly her hair fans out behind her and flicks her sharply on the far cheek. A reprimand fights for dominance on her tongue against the rise of an apology, expecting Kara to be awake and sheepishly standing there.

The command center is empty.

Breathing heavy in alarm, Lena's eyes flick across the room, seeking any remotely possible source of the sound. When nothing avails itself, she taps on her tablet with trembling fingers to pull up the video feed of the infirmary.

There Kara was, still resting.

"Wait. You heard me? You heard me!"

The voice comes again, but Kara's sleeping lips don't even so much as twitch.

Lena quietly reaches for her own wrist, feeling for her own pulse.

"There's nothing wrong with you, Lena," Kara says, sounding exasperated. "It's me. It's Kara. Don't panic, okay?"

Mouth suddenly going dry, Lena fumbles to take a seat at the console, relieving her suddenly shaking legs of her weight.

"Good idea," the voice continues. "That's it. Look, there's no easy way for me to say this, but-- I'm in your head."

"Kara?"

"Yeah, I know. Sounds crazy, but you're not crazy, I swear. I woke up a little after you did? I think? You were already up and about, and I swear I tried to get your attention, but you couldn't seem to hear me. And do not ask me how you can hear me, I have no idea. Best I can figure is that our minds somehow linked when you tried to put me to sleep--"

At that, the ramble cuts off abruptly.

"You put me to sleep!"

Lena winces as the shout sends a stabbing pain through her frontal lobe.

"Oh. Sorry. But-- you put me to sleep."

"YOU were going to noble sacrifice yourself. Excuse me if I wanted you to live a little longer!"

She can feel rather than hear Kara pout. "That's not your decision to make."

"Well, clearly you can't be trusted with it, so I took matters into my own hands." Lena scowls, tossing her tablet onto the table in front of her. "And your sister agrees with me, so."

"You told Alex?"

Suddenly, Kara's voice turns quiet. Lena decides to take pity, and softens.

"What else could I do?" she asks. "I rather like my head where it is, thanks."

Kara laughs, the sound spreading through Lena's mind like a soothing balm. It eases her headache, and she finds herself chuckling as well.

"Who are you talking to?"

Lena turns to see Nia and Alex and Kelly staring at her in a mix of concern and confusion, their bags of takeout all but forgotten in their hands.

Jaw working soundlessly, Lena struggles to find words to fib with, but a little nudge in her mind reminds her she's not alone.

"Might as well do this," Kara urges gently, still sounding like a smile.

Lena sighs.

"Okay."

She rises to her feet and meets her friends' gazes head on.

"You're not going to believe this."

[rosaacicularis]

anyway, soulmate au where grian and scar have a telepathic connection, and scar is undercover as a hero to take it down from the inside. not even villains know he’s one of them.

everyone thinks hawkeye’s soulmate is just this unthreatening used bookstore owner named grian… when in reality he is the city’s number one supervillain who has the city’s top hero under his protection for some reason.

and all the villains think that watcher is lulling hawkeye into a false sense of security, making him feel safe, when in reality they’re literally the dynamic duo.

grian and scar fight in public sometimes to keep up appearances, but it’s very easy to dodge when you literally know your opponent’s next moves <3<3

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

Person A: So what’s your favorite part about being a telepath? Person B: When someone has a song stuck in their head, I like to hum it, so it’s harder for them to get it out of their head.

[thoughtsaboutbats]

Au idea: Yj hive mind/group telepathy! Up that codependency!