#Telepathy AU

[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 is from an alien species that transfers elaborate memories, with feelings and opinions and such, into each other’s heads, that is frequently used to share hyperfixations with loved ones as a sacred form of bonding. Person B is a neurodivergent human who has been made insecure about their hyperfixations and is doing a cultural exchange program on Person A’s planet.

[thoughtsaboutbats]

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

[starryswitchy]

Telepathy

BTS x Pacific Rim AU

A story about seven interconnected people trying to protect and care for one another, while also fighting giant monsters (Kaiju) by piloting giant robots (Jaegers). Pilot pairs "drift" with one another to share the mental load of directing a giant robot.

Ranger Park Jimin and Ranger Kim Taehyung were the stars of the Busan Shatterdome in their Jaeger Chingu Dynamite--

--until an accident grounds Chingu and leaves Taehyung with a disabling condition.

Marshal Kim Namjoon, in charge of the whole Busan Shatterdome, is down to one last Jaeger, but he only has one pilot - Jimin - to put in it. He and the Chief of Operations, Kim Seokjin--

--who are, incidentally, married to one another, have to find a co-pilot for Jimin.

Their best option is ace rookie Cadet Jeon Jungkook, a prodigy on paper, but a nightmare in the drift, nicknamed The Rabbit--

--who would be an excellent co-pilot, except that everyone who tries to drift with him gets stuck deep in his memories and can't concentrate on piloting.

But with Taehyung's condition worsening--

--and the next Kaiji attack imminent, Jimin has no choice but to partner with Jungkook and find a way to work together in their new Jaeger, Busan Violet.

Read the actual fic here:

Telepathy

[fanfictasia]

My Own Way Home Chapter 2: Part 2, a star wars fanfic | FanFiction

Star Wars One-Shots - My Own Way Home (Part 2) - Wattpad

[phoenixcatch7]

Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.

Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.

By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.

She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.

Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.

But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.

Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.

Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.

-

Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.

There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.

The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.

It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.

But nobody else has any idea what to do.

[starch1ldz]

Telekinetic & Telepathic!Spencer Reid au mood board because in insane

(Add on to @hotchfiles and @wheelsup30 X-Men au posts. They are very smart and thank Leos genius for this au)

In my head Spencer has both telekinesis and telepathy, but he can only read minds if he's touching the person. In this au that would be another reason on top of germs that he dislikes handshakes and so on because reading people's minds without being prepared for the onslaught of thoughts feelings and memories from other people would be rather overwhelming.

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Sorry for the ask spam, i just keep getting ideas from ur reply. I love this silly au sm

HAHAHAHHA THEY'RE BOTH SO STUPID!! i love them so much omg. the way felix is just trying to read his books in london and adrien's thirst over marinette is so strong it crosses the english channel and embeds itself straight into felix's mind 😂😂😂😂 also i love how adrien has a couple of cute little hearts for marinette while felix's entire panel is filled with hearts and bubbles jkl;safjdkl;af what a simp 🪱🪱🪱🪱

and pls moonie don't apologize not spamming me! in fact you're not spamming me enough lol. if i told you i have been living and breathing these little comics for the past few days you'd probably laugh and be like "oh silly wackus" but i'm dead serious. i love them with every ounce of my soul.

[inquirewithbillcipher]

Hey Biiiillll?

Bill there's someone with you in there in this post Bill

Thank you friend for making them known to me… I will need to keep an eye on this…

If you happen to notice them again, please don’t hesitate to tell me.

-Bill

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Telepathy AU Pt 1

So basically, my idea is this-- the next big bad that they face after the finale, is BAD. Like, worse than anything they've faced before, and multiple members of the superfriends have been hurt in the fight against it. Over a few weeks, Kara slowly but surely makes the decision to go against them alone-- she's the only one who can face them and have a chance for survival, and they're after her anyway, so she's not going to let any more of her friends risk their lives any more.

When she and Lena-- they're closer than ever these days, as close as two friends can be without stepping over that terrifying precipice into something more-- are alone in the tower one day, one of Lena's simulations finishes in failure once more. Nothing they've thought to try has worked, or even made a difference.

While Lena is distracted by the computer and her calculations, Kara makes her decision. Without a word, she quietly leaves the lab and closes the pneumatic door behind her. Startled by the hiss of the doors, Lena spins just in time to see Kara disengage the interior sensor, trapping Lena inside.

In an instant, Lena is at the doors, swiping ineffectually at the sensor, trying to get it to open, all the while words spill out of her, angry at first, then panicked. "What are you doing, why are you doing this, you can't do this!"

"I have to," Kara returns sadly. She holds Lena's gaze through the bulletproof glass as Lena pounds on it with increasing fervor, as though it may--it will-- be the last time she looks at her best friend. Like she's memorizes face, her eyes. "I won't watch any of you die. Not when I have a chance to stop it."

"Oh, but you'd make us watch? At the wedding we said we'd do this together! You promised!"

"I'm sorry."

Kara turns away, set in her decision. As she slowly walks towards the balcony to take her final flight as Supergirl, Lena grows frantic.

"No, I love you! Please don't do this! You can't do this!"

"I'm sorry," Kara returns. Though she paused briefly at Lena's admission, she doesn't turn around, knowing that to look at her friend would only weaken her resolve.

Neither of them notice the invisible energy between them, lifting the hair on their arms and rustling the papers in Lena's lab. Lena can only see Kara, and Kara can hear only Lena.

"I already lost you once! Please. Please don't make me do it again!"

Unable to respond, Kara simply pushes onward, stepping over the threshold onto the balcony.

All of a sudden, the forces gathering around Lena tightens sharply.

"NOOOO!"

A tidal wave of energy surges outward from Lena. In a violent explosion the glass trapping her shatters into thousands of pieces and pours into the rooms beyond. Chair tip over and tables squeal under the force of it, enough so that even Kara has to dig her heels in to withstand it.

When it wanes mere moments afterwards, an unnatural calm settles over the tower. Kara spins to face Lena, shock and concern in her eyes at the unexpected display of unimaginable power.

"What--"

Before Kara can finish Lena's eyes roll back in her head and her entire body slumps.

"Lena!"

In an instant Kara is there to catch her, just as Lena's knees slam the floor and she pitches forward.

Lena comes to quickly, though her body trembles and her voice is ragged. She mutters something Kara can't quite discern.

"What?"

Lena takes a deep breath, gathering just enough strength to lift herself out of Kara's bracing arms.

"I said I'm sorry," Lena croaks. "But I can't let you do this."

Before Kara can even puzzle what she means, Lena reaches up and touches two fingers to Kara's forehead. This time, it's Kara's turn to slump into sleep, and Lena can barely manage to lower her to the floor before she too collapses, falling unconscious beside her.

[rosaacicularis]

Bestie you got so many aus just brewing at all times? Do you ever take a break? /lh anyways I’m gonna feed into the brain rot even more what else is going on in this hero/villain + soulmates au? What was their first civilian interaction? Were they initially tenuous allies at best, mostly using the telepathy to achieve their goals, but overtime something ✨changed✨? -🎶 anon

i try to take breaks and then my little subconscious goes “omg wouldn’t it be cool if grian and scar were tardigrades floating around in the vacuum of space, after being sent off in hopes they could evolve and bring life to another planet” and then i go “omg yeah it would” 

and i am definitely going to ramble a lot because i love this au so much but anyway as for some little fun facts about it <3<3 (and by fun facts i mean the entire plot.. this is literally the entire fic just without any dialogue…. which in my opinion is a little bit quirky of me)

they’d been telepathically communicating their entire lives, so it wasn’t that difficult to realise they were in the same city and arrange a meeting. they were like thirteen and went to see a movie. they made fun of it in their heads, watched it in relative silence out loud while eating their popcorn.

they stayed just friends for a while, not wanting to rush into anything; going about school and university as stolen glances and lingering touches that maybe meant a little more than they were leading on. they could hear each other’s thoughts in their head, they chose to pretend they couldn’t.

the façade came crashing down when they debuted as a vigilante duo. poultry man and the jangler. they weren’t that good or skilled, they hadn’t realised their potential yet—but they weren’t going to let the world suffer—and the jangler got hurt. scar wasn’t going to die without confessing to grian, and grian definitely wasn’t going to let him die after he had. 

they took a break from it, they started training, building connections. they held a lot of resentment toward the heroes for how they hurt scar. one day, and they can’t remember who that it first, they got the idea that one of them would infiltrate the system, reform it or destroy it, just change it so they would stop needlessly hurting the people they’d sworn to protect.

so grian re-debuts as watcher, the untouchable villain. he was fast, could fly, and seemingly unexplainable things happened around him (people can swear they see his eyes go purple sometimes). scar re-debuts as hawkeye, a hero with aim like apollo, and a skill in combat that leaves people horribly envious.

it took a while for them to gain those titles, for them to work their way up, they staged fights between themselves to help. to get on the news, to get their names known and talked about. the snowball of fame turned into an avalanche after hawkeye ‘saved’ the top hero from watcher’s grip.

they both shot up to their respective top spots after that. they didn’t do anything particularly irrational for a while, so they could build up trust. grian got loyal lackeys, and scar got sidekicks and teams. they were in the perfect position to enact a chaotically destructive plan. 

they plant seeds, just little things like scar losing an arrow here, one of grian’s lackeys spilling about dates of illegal meetings there. eventually it all stacks up and comes into play. scar convinces his boss, the head of the hero organisation to go undercover to buy illegal weapons so they can take the group out and study the weapons, use them too, sell them to the military afterwards. scar kills his boss, claiming that the lost arrow was replicated and someone is trying to impersonate him. 

the top heroes have a meeting, and settle on the idea that someone’s soulmate must be working with watcher. that’s the only way any of this would’ve been able to work. they realise that the person may not even realise that their soulmate is working with the city’s most notorious villain, nobody is safe. 

they thoroughly interview everyone’s soulmates, grian passes with flying colours. the heroes are getting a little frantic, they can’t find their leak, their mole. the plan is working flawlessly, but it’s a little bit slow, so watcher walks right into their palms and ‘turns himself in’. 

they arrest him and interrogate him, about his crimes and motives and everything, until they come down to the fated question of who the mole is, the brutus to their caesar. instead of answering, grian drops a little flash drive of information, all the dirt and blackmail material on the hero organisation. 

some of them are horrified, shocked to learn what has been going on under their noses, some look resigned like they were waiting for that show to drop. suddenly the foot they’d had in the door was in their grave. their secrets uncovered, the immoral things they were involved in brought into the light. 

he slips out within the chaos of the heroes fighting amongst themselves. the tension runs deep in the weeks after, to the point where the city starts to notice, starts to lose faith in the people meant to save them. hawkeye makes his public breakaway from heroism by joining watcher and denouncing his old team and boss, telling every news source that will listen about the entire scandal.

every single hero loses their credibility. a few show up at scar’s apartment, demanding answers. he tells them the whole story, how he’d been working with watcher since their conception, and when the heroes ask why he’s confessing now, scar tells them that anyone they’d tell would only see it as them trying to save their skin. 

grian and scar had won.

[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]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Young Justice (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Greta Hayes & Cissie King-Jones & Kon El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Greta Hayes & Cissie King-Jones & Kon El & Cassie Sandsmark & Slobo Characters: Bart Allen, Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cissie King-Jones, Anita Fite, Greta Hayes, Slobo (DCU) Additional Tags: Telepathy, Telepathic Bond, For some reason there wasn't an existing tag for all 8 members of yj98 and I find that sad, idk what else to tag as Summary:

Is there such a thing as too much time with your friends? Young Justice is going to find out now that they're telepathically connected.

[eldritch-thrumming]

may the odds be ever in your favor.

“Dustin Henderson!” The voice rings out from the front of the crowd, perky and cheerful, like the whole entire town hasn’t been gathered here to watch as two of its children are sent to the slaughter on national television.

Steve’s heart pounds in his chest. Sweat breaks out across his back. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, makes his fingertips throb. Dustin, just a few rows in front of him, turns to look at Steve. He meets Steve’s gaze with tears in his eyes, panicked.

Steve can’t think. He can’t see anything beyond Dustin’s fear.

“I volunteer,” he hears himself yell out. His voice sounds shockingly calm to his own ears. “I volunteer as tribute.”

There’s a murmur in the crowd, a ripple of movement. No one from their district has ever volunteered in the history of the Games. Steve is eighteen. This was his last year participating in the Reaping. He'd almost made it.

The fear doesn’t disappear from Dustin’s face, his eyes round and glassy. Steve is distantly aware that Dustin is yelling, but he can’t hear anything over the rushing in his own ears. A Peacekeeper appears on either side of him and they pull him towards the stage, their hands firm and bruising around his biceps. Steve’s feet drag. He can’t seem to lift them high enough to step on his own. The Peacekeeper’s practically drag him up the steps and onto the raised platform of the stage.

Sam Owens, the tribute escort for their district, is smiling wide, teeth white and blinding in the morning sun. He pats Steve on the back, moves him to center stage with his hands on Steve’s arms.

“District 12’s first volunteer ever!” Owens yells into the microphone. “How exciting! History in the making.”

There’s only silence. Steve’s eyes find Claudia Henderson in the crowd. The look on her face shifts from relief to horror and back again. Even from here, Steve can see the tears on her face, shimmering in the sunlight.

Just then, movement at the back of the crowd of teenagers catches his attention. He spies Nancy in one of the back rows. She isn’t ever included in the Reaping, has never had to sign up for tesserae as the mayor’s daughter, but she always shows. Every year when Steve asks about it, she mumbles something about ‘bearing witness.’

Nancy, beautiful in her expensive wool dress, dark hair curled and pinned out of her face, raises her left hand. She presses the fingertips of her first three fingers to her lips before raising her arm high into the air.

Steve watches in fascination as the crowd shifts, shuffling in place, before lifting their own hands and mirroring Nancy’s salute. Steve swallows, breathes deep for the first time in what feels like hours.

Owens’s smile falters, but only slightly. “Right. Now for the girls.” He moves to the large glass bowl, hand circling, fingertips reaching. He pulls a tiny folded paper from the bowl. His hands are quick and sure as he breaks the seal, glancing down at the name. “Robin Buckley!”

The crowd shifts again. Steve feels his lungs collapse in his chest. He focuses in on where Robin stands at the center of the crowd of girls. Her mouth hangs open, her blue eyes huge in her pale face. Steve feels as if his knees are about to give out, wobbly and weak, but he somehow manages to keep his balance. He sees Nancy—just beyond Robin—barely react, but doesn’t miss the way her jaw tightens and her fists clench at her sides, knows her well enough by now to read her tells. The crowd parts as Robin slowly makes her way towards the stage. Owens pulls Robin by her hands, positions her so she stands shoulder to shoulder with Steve.

Steve feels like he might lose consciousness at any moment. His stomach turns, throat constricting. His vision goes dark around the edges.

He can’t bring himself to look over at Robin, knows he’ll lose control if he does, but he feels the back of her hand brush against his, feels her pinky curling around his. He has to bite back a sob and looks down at his feet, breathing deep through his nose.

Everything becomes a blur. Time seems to simultaneously slow down and speed up. Peacekeepers flank Robin and Steve as Owens leads them toward the Justice Building. They only have so much time before they’re forced onto a train bound for the Capitol, will only have a handful of minutes to say goodbye to everyone they’re leaving behind.

Once they make it to the Justice Building, they’re led into a wood-paneled sitting room with overstuffed armchairs and too many throw pillows. Steve’s head is starting to pound, temples throbbing. He feels a heavy pressure behind his eyes and he falls onto a couch in the center of the room. He leans his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He pushes his palms against his skull. He’s vaguely aware of Robin perched on the cushion next to him, spine ramrod straight, both feet planted firmly on the floor. Her hands twist in her lap.

Steve isn’t sure how long they sit there before the door opens and Dustin comes rushing toward him. Claudia Henderson follows closely behind her son. Robin’s parents bring up the rear.

“Steve, are you stupid? Why would you do that?” Dustin screeches at him, flinging his arms around Steve’s neck—practically tackling Steve into the cushions—and holding on for dear life. Steve can’t respond to him, throat suddenly dry. All he can do is bring his arms tight around Dustin, returning his hug. Several long moments pass before Dustin finally releases him. He looks so young, face red and blotchy. He brings his sleeve up to wipe at his nose and something in Steve fractures as he watches him.

Steve looks at Claudia, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. He stands from the couch and opens his arms to her. She practically falls into him, winding her arms around his waist. “Don’t let him watch,” he tells her, voice low so Dustin won’t hear. He feels his own burning tears spill from the corners of his eyes. They only have a few moments together. “Promise me. Please. He can’t watch.”

Claudia lets out a sob, but Steve can feel her nod against him. “I promise. Come back to us. Promise to fight, Steve,” she whispers, so only Steve can hear. Steve breathes in deep, smells the floral perfume she only wears three times a year on special occasions, the one that reminds him of warm hugs and home.

“Promise,” Steve whispers back.

The visitors are ushered out of the room and Steve is finally able to look at Robin. Her eyes are bright, shiny with tears, but she hasn’t cried, not yet. She has that look on her face, the one Steve recognizes as determination. The one she wears when they decide to break Capitol rules and hike out into the woods, into the bright sunny clearing by the stream where her quick fingers work on building her traps while Steve sharpens his arrow- and spearheads. All they can do is stare at each other.

Someone knocks softly on the door, breaking the spell between them. They both jump and turn toward the sound as the heavy door creaks open. Nancy steps through.

Her face is swollen and her eyes are red-rimmed, but her bottom lip is firm and her head is held high. She has something clutched in her hand.

She crosses the room to where they sit. She kneels in front of them on the patterned carpet. She grabs at Steve’s hand with her free one, pressing whatever’s in the other into Robin’s palm.

“You’re allowed one token from home in the arena,” Nancy’s voice comes out low and quick. “Will you wear this?” Robin looks down at her hand, turns over a gold pin. Steve can’t quite see what it is, thinks it might be the shape of a bird.

Robin nods, gaze lifting to meet Nancy’s.

“Stick together,” Nancy tells them. “Promise. That’s what will get you through the Games. Trust no one but each other. They want a show. Give them one. I—just—” She clearly wants to say more, but she bites her lip, shaking her head. Her curls bounce. “Just. Keep each other safe. Stay alive.” As she says it, a single tear falls from her eye. She abandons her grip on Steve’s hand to wipe it away angrily. “Promise,” she demands.

“Promise,” Robin’s voice comes out a hoarse whisper. “We promise, Nance.” Her fingers curl around the gold pin.

Nancy wraps them both in firm but quick hugs before she leaves the room without a backward glance.

~*~

Robin and Steve are left alone for what feels like hours but can really only be a few minutes before being driven to the train that will transport them to the Capitol. Owens leads them into the lavish train car, where the District 12 mentor, Murray Bauman, already sits.

“Well,” he says, smiling grimly, arms open wide. “What beautiful and brave tributes we have this year.” He takes a swig from the bottle clutched in his hand.

Neither Robin nor Steve speak, they just move toward the seats opposite Murray, dropping down onto the plush cushions in tandem. Steve’s head is still pounding, exhaustion making his arms feel heavy.

Steve must fall asleep sitting up, because the next thing he knows, he wakes to a moving train and dark windows. Robin is no longer next to him. He hears murmuring and glances around, finding Robin and Murray huddled together in a corner, heads close.

Steve clears his throat, sitting up straight. The two of them glance toward him. Robin gives him a tight smile, small and strained. Murray’s grin is wider, but no more happy than Robin’s.

“What’d I miss?” Steve mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. He runs a hand through his hair.

“Talking strategy,” Murray tells him. “Come join the party.” He pats the seat of the chair next to him.

Steve pushes himself from his seat and crosses the small space, dropping heavily into the wooden chair.

“I was asking Murray about finding shelter in the arena,” Robin says softly, like she can tell that Steve’s head is still killing him, despite his nap.

“Right. So?” Steve turns toward Murray.

“So your first priority is surviving long enough that you’ll even need shelter,” Murray replies. “The first few moments in the arena are the deadliest. Absolutely brutal. The Careers will rush the Cornucopia and unprepared tributes will be picked off one by one. Don’t get caught up in the bloodbath.”

Steve thinks that they probably should take everything Murray says with a massive grain of salt. He and Robin hadn’t even been alive when Murray had won the 50th Games almost 25 years ago, but it was common District knowledge that he’d only won as a fluke, because of stupid mistakes other tributes had made and not because of any strategic prowess on his part. Now, Murray was mostly known as the town drunk, who spent his winnings at the only pub in town and more often than not made a fool of himself as he stumbled through the streets before the miners had even broken for lunch.

Steve and Robin share a look.

“No, stop, what’s that?” Murray says pointing between them. His gaze jumps from Steve to Robin and back again.

“What’s what?” Robin asks, genuine confusion coloring her voice.

“That look. Are you… can you read each other’s minds?” The last part is said in a fascinated whisper.

“You’re drunk, old man,” Steve says, rolling his eyes and scowling. Murray is getting on his last nerve already.

“You’re not wrong, kid.” Murray smiles and takes another pull from the bottle in his hand.

Steve sighs. “We should probably call it a night. It’s been a long day. We can reconvene when our heads are clearer.” He gives Murray a pointed look.

“My head is plenty clear,” Murray slurs.

“Right. Get some sleep,” Steve tells both Robin and Murray. “And drink some damn water.” The last part is directed at their mentor.

Murray salutes them both before disappearing from the train car, wandering off to his bed.

Robin and Steve stand in silence.

“Well, goodnight, Steve,” Robin whispers into the space between them. Her voice sounds small in a way it so rarely does. Steve can’t help but reach out a hand to her, pulling her into his chest before she goes of to bed. She sags against him, arms wrapped tight around his waist.

“We’ll figure it out, Rob,” he mumbles into her hair, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head. “We always do.”

Robin sniffles and pulls away, rubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah. We always do.”

She gives him one last look before following Murray out of the train car.

I made a post a lil while ago abt a Steddie x Hunger Games AU because Hunger Games was all over my for you page for whatever reason. Here’s a take on it. This will likely continue BUT I do not do tag lists. I’m sorry! They give me anxiety 🌝 hope you like it!

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano & Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Ahsoka Tano (minor) Characters: Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Darth Vader Needs a Hug, Hurt Darth Vader, Telepathy, Dreamsharing, Protective Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader Needs Therapy, Family, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fix-It of Sorts, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

Ten years after the Empire formed, Vader, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka start sharing dreams. They can find no way to stop it, but do they really want to? Especially not after Ahsoka realizes who Vader is after long thinking Anakin dead, Obi-Wan begins to accept that there may be more to Vader than the Sith he's become now, and Vader finally has the chance at being with his family again.

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https://www.wattpad.com/1401198516-star-wars-one-shots-my-own-way-home-part-1

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14302595/1/My-Own-Way-Home