No, For Real. I Cannot Envision That Man As Straight. It Just Doesn’t Fit.

*Swaps your captains*

I re-drew this a little better.

Now that my brain is here…

Dom/sub verse where you get a designation six months to a year after you get your essences. Due to personality and whatnot, most adventurers are Doms.

Jason is a sub.

The presentation is slow. He starts getting fidgety when left to his own devices, unable to sit still. Worse than he was before being torn from his old world. Then he begins to get irritable. He prides himself on a laidback attitude. The bloke next door who will lend you a cup or sugar or tell you the secret ingredient he added to elevate his newest pasta dish. He’s affable, well liked, the baker down the street knows his sister’s name at this point.

Which makes Jason yelling at him all the more startling.

He apologizes and the baker accepts it, but the interaction sticks with him.

Then he’s out on a contract with Clive when it hits. His emotions have been a wreck, more than normal, but the fever comes in a wave. Dizziness, nausea. He can barely stand, Clive having to stop the skimmer and sit him down.

He checks the health status, the little person lit up in red. In big, bold capital letters it says “SUBDROP.”

Jason whispers it, scanning the word but not understanding. Luckily, Clive does.

Jason gets his first command that day.

“Jason, eyes on me.”

Clive walks him through a long routine. Simple requests. Giving Clive his hand, stretching, reading passages from one of Clive’s books. Jason runs through the motions until the fever and headache fade away, replaced by a blissful emptiness. A fuzziness.

When Jason comes to, Clive had parked the skimmer in the shade of a tree, a cooling ritual set up while he held Jason propped up against his chest. One hand stroking through his hair, the other holding up a book on magical theory.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Clive says when Jason moves. His body is heavy and awkward, like he’d been asleep for hours.

Clive walks him through what happened. Jason had gotten a “talk” from Rufus, but it was more equivalent to a first time mother telling their child about the birds and the bees. Oddly rehearsed and tense. Clive is more clinical. And apologetic when he tells Jason that he won’t be able to go more than a few weeks without a “command” before he starts to drop again.

And when he starts to drop, he becomes more susceptible to unwanted commands.

After that, Clive will give him small commands here and there. To pass him a napkin while they’re out to eat, read him a passage from an astral magic theory book, hand him a tool while he’s buried deep in his research. They stave him off until he needs another session a few weeks later.

Clive is respectful, never pushing the boundaries. He doesn’t even order Jason to share his interface powers while he’s in subspace. It’s comfortable, and Jason learns to love the crisp pronunciation of each syllable when he gives a command, the softer intonation of his voice when they wind down from a session, the feel of Clive’s hand as it scratches at Jason’s head and combs through his hair.

Sessions become more frequent, even when they aren’t necessary, and they become comfortable.

Jason notices the way other subs, usually crafts people, are treated around town. Subservient to their Dom, trailing a foot behind, quiet, secondary. A shiver runs down Jason’s spine even though Clive never once expects the same- and in fact encourages the opposite- from him.

Then they form the team.

Humphrey is a Dom, but he never pushes, never gives commands. He’d been oblivious to Jason’s designation for most of the time Jason had known he was a sub.

Neil joins, and it’s different. As a healer, he picks up on Jason in their first true interaction. An intake.

Humphrey is with Jason when Neil frowns, a blue flow from Neil’s diagnostic power blanketing Jason. There’s a sterile coldness about it and Jason shivers.

“You’re a sub,” Neil says, looking at Jason strangely.

“So I’ve been told.”

Neil turns to Humphrey.

“How’s he been managing with commands? Are you his Dom?”

“No. I don’t-“ Jason starts, but Neil keeps talking.

“What are the symptoms of his subdrop? So I can keep track.”

“You know,” Jason says loudly, gaining Neil’s attention. “I know I’m gorgeous and we’ll be a fantastic team of four, but I didn’t think I would be the Invisible Woman.”

“What?” Neil asks.

“I’m right here,” Jason says. “And I’ve got all the answers you could need.”

Neil looks hesitantly between Jason and Humphrey.

“But he’s a-“

“Neil,” Humphrey cuts him off. “This team does not do things that way. Jason does not have a Dom. We will all be treated the same. If you cannot accept this, then you can find another team.”

And therein starts Neil’s fascination, soon to turn into admiration (and no small amount of jealousy), of Clive and Jason’s relationship.

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tianlang jun is so wild. like imagine ur just chilling in your coffin and your favorite porn star is like hey are you using that? mind scooting over a bit? and hes like omg its Shen Qingqiu from the hit erotic ballad Regret of Chunshan! who i kidnapped! :D slay queen! mind giving my arm back? also r u fucking my son <;3

Me: You don’t have this project started, it’s due soon, please do it.

Student: Ugh. Leave me alone.

Me, a week later: The project was due, please turn it in. *Sends email and gives them a little list of all their missing assignments on a sticky note*

Student: Don’t worry about it

Me, another week later: *Gives them a zero*

Student: Why is my grade a 25?! Why didn’t you tell me all this was due

Me: ……………..

I think I chose to be a math major cause I’m a masochist. There’s no other explanation.

Will never get over Harry naming his kid “Severus.” Did Ginny not have a say in these names? I feel like she’d stop that bs before it even happened.

I get harry that harry wanted to name his kids after people he loved and people who died protecting him. I totally get that feeling of gratitude but what bugs me is the choice of names.

Sirius, James and Lily? Justified.

But Albus Severus? Really? One of them literally protected him to kill him in the end and the other one bullied him and his friends. They may deserve some recognition but didn’t they already get a hell lot of recognition?!

What about the other people who actually gave away their lives to protect Harry without demanding anything in return. They just fought selflessly to protect their world and their loved ones and got no recognition what so ever.

17 year old Cedric Diggory trying to make his parents proud.

18 year old Regulus Black trying to right the wrong of his ways.

Alastor Moody trying to protect the only hope left in the world he’s grown old protecting.

Ted Tonks trying to protect his wife and daughter in a world where his kind are in grave danger.

20 year old Fred Weasley trying to protect his family, and fighting for what is right and for the kind messy haired boy who’s now become family.

38 year old Remus Lupin trying to protect his best friends’ (who he couldn’t protect) son and to make the world a better place for his own son.

25 year old NymphadoraTonks trying to make a world a better place for her son, fighting for her dad and against the unfair practice.

17 year old Lavender Brown doing what she felt is right.

16 year old Colin creevy trying to protect his childhood idol and not caring if he’s underage because this is what he feels is correct.

And 50 other people who we don’t even know the names of because  Harry doesn’t bother finding out. And Rebeus Hagrid? He made Harry a birthday cake and bought him an owl for his 11th birthday and he didn’t even know him. He loved everyone unconditionally and was extremely loyal even after all he’s gone through. That man deserves the world.  Hagrid deserves more recognition than he ever got by anyone (be it Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dmbledore and the whole wizarding community).

These people are the real heroes and they don’t deserve to be forgotten.

It’s the way Jason and Clive are in so in sync. Not even Farrah knew what was going on.

(Quote from book 11)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65858887

Jason proposes. Clive is Clive.