This Is Why I Kind Of Love It. While I Do Envision Most Of The Outward-facing Dom/sub Dynamics Belonging
This is why I kind of love it. While I do envision most of the outward-facing Dom/sub dynamics belonging mostly to Greenstone and some facets of high society where symbols of social status are highly valued (i.e. having core ranked silver or gold ranker to have a silver or gold ranker), Jason would REBEL. But I also think he would, in some way, revel in being able to enjoy a healthy sub lifestyle in his personal life while also being domineering outside of that and would 100% shove his dynamic in people’s faces.
Jason is not submissive to every Dom, Jason is submissive to Clive (and eventually Neil *cough*).
Greenstone is just a rough jumping off point for Jason. Sub adventurers are much more common outside of Greenstone (Emir).
And of course there are alchemical solutions to combat the need for a Dom. They just have limited effectiveness
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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So I did actually write a short one shot of this to experiment with another style (except I made Clive actually like Jason). It might be pretty rough because this is almost the opposite of how I write. Should I post???
I might have to make a Chemistry (by Weike Wang) AU for Clive and Jason. A short one, but an AU where Jason asks Clive to marry him.
(I’ve only read the sample on Amazon because I am waiting to go to a book store to buy it but I think it kinda fits. I like the analytical-ness of the narrator)
This for Jason.
I need him to have his mental breakdown in front of the team. Sobbing. Literally inconsolable. Not a single person knows what to do. But Jason cannot move and cannot stop crying and gasping like he suddenly needs air to breathe.
lovely character. i need him to finally break down sobbing clutching his chest like it'll stop the pain crumpling to the floor begging God to either help him or let him die
Tragones🙌🏻
His opinion is rly important to SQQ 😤😤
daily entertainment
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65858887
Jason proposes. Clive is Clive.
They go on like this for MONTHS, both pining while also spending all their time together. Jason making breakfast, going to the university together, Jason working at Clive’s lab between classes, Clive or Belinda teaching Jason how the technology they use work, then going home together and eating dinner. The only alone time they get is late at night in bed. Eventually Jason even becomes Clive’s TA.
The routine continues until it’s time to start thinking about publication. Everything is a mess. They arrive home later and later, bringing more and more work home with them. Then one night they’re seated on the newly cleaned couch (Jason has set strict rules on book and paper placement) while reviewing the figures for their paper and Clive starts to nod off.
He falls asleep on top of Jason… and Jason enjoys it. Too exhausted to moralize, he stays with Clive asleep on top of him while he organizes sources for a literature review, and then he falls asleep as well.
He wakes up in the morning feeling like a piece of shit while Clive acts like it’s completely normal.
A modern day AU where Clive is a lonely researcher and Jason works part time at a dumpling soup shop and at an office supply store.
Clive only goes out for three things - food, office supplies, and basic necessities. Somehow he runs into Jason doing all three of these. And somehow, the chef/server who will let Clive rant about his research, coworkers, the university (all while looking very interested), remembers his name and says hi to him every time they see each other.
Hagrid deserves better.
Okay, can I just talk about how unfair the world was to hagrid? Like first off they treated his dad like shit because he fell in love with a giantess. Then he gets to go to school where they kick him out because some weird ass preppy Slytherin was prettier than him and was a full wizard. Hagrid literally took in a creature that would not have survived if not for him. Aragog was too small to live on his own in the forbidden Forrest at the time and we all have accepted that newt gave Argog to hagrid so he wouldn’t have had the instincts to survive because he had been domesticated pretty much his entire life. So hagrid takes this creature that no one else would want, tries to help it, and gets expelled from school, gets his magic taken away from him cause they snapped his wand, all because they didn’t like that he was half giant. Like they didn’t even really investigate they were just like oh, the half-giant 13 YEAR OLD murdered someone? Cool let’s kick him out of wizarding society. And then he gets to live at hogwarts cause dumbledore decided to feel remorse for one thing in his life but still literally doesn’t help him even after they have FUCKING PROOF of the chamber in Harry’s second year. Like they had a fucking snake carcass in the basement just fucking take some pictures of that shit and be like yo I’m dumbledore I dueled grindelwald and here’s ya proof get my boy his wand back but fucking no. Instead he makes hagrid feel indebted to him and makes hagrid feel like dumbledore is so good for giving him a job and treating him like a normal fucking person that he listens to dumbledores every whim. Plus while hagrid is teaching that class he gets bullied by FUCKING TEENAGERS for NO REASON! Like he tries to make these classes fun for these students and yeah he may not be the best judge of danger because he’s kinda stronger than these kids and he always has been. These creatures aren’t as dangerous to him because he’s half giant so it’s not his fault that he doesn’t understand why the kids are so scared. And he also doesn’t understand people that well because HE WAS LITERALLY KICKED OUT OF SOCIETY BECAUSE A HOMICIDAL MANIAC USED HIM AS A SCAPEGOAT AND THEN A CONTROLLING WANNABE MERLIN FUCKING USED THAT TO MAKE HIM FEEL INDEBTED TO HIM SO THAT HE WOULD HAVE THIS BIG TOUGH GUY WHEN VOLDEMORT CAME BACK. And then when Voldemort did come back, hagrid was chained and used as bait for someone whose parents he knew when they were at hogwarts. Someone who he picked up out of the rubble of his home after his parents were murdered. Sirius literally trusted hagrid so much that he gave him his enchanted motorcycle and LET HIM TAKE HARRY. Because we all know that if it were someone else, Sirius never would have let them leave that house with Harry. But no instead he gives him one of his most prized possessions so that he could take his newly orphaned godson away from him because he trusted hagrid. And then hagrid was the one to find that little boy and bring him back into the world that his parents loved so dear and he gets to watch him grow and struggle and then he has to carry that boy’s dead body out of the forest while he is in chained by the man who used him as a scapegoat and crushed his hopes of becoming a wizard. And after all of that he is still the kindest character in the series. Hagrid deserved better than that. He is the best character because after all of that he never used Harry. He was one of the adults in Harry’s life that only wanted the best for him and didn’t use him. Hagrid deserves more love.
Building Number Twenty-Seven
Summary:
Everyone was watching him, and it made him cry even harder. He was angry at himself. They were staring because he was crying. If he stopped crying, they would stop staring. He knew that. He wanted them to stop staring. But he couldn’t ever make his body do what it was supposed to. He tried his best to avoid getting snot on his shirt. He was pretty sure it was his only shirt, now. He didn’t want it to be all snotty.
This is the story of Clive’s first monster surge, when his family took shelter in the Geller Estate.
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