wanderoverprompts | Mature Prompt Post #1

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Hey all! As with all things there are a few rules. Nothing too restricting I feel and many of them are in the best interest of others. So lets get to the rules.

1. The prompts must involve Wander over Yonder in some way. Crossovers are fine though as long as Wander over Yonder is one of the fandoms.

2.Anything is allowed. Slash, Het, femmeslash, three somes, whatever. Which leads to the next rule...

3.No kink bashing! Yeah, there may be one or two prompts that will squick you (I'm sure the same will happen with me.) but lets all play nice here.

4. Please post your prompts in the appropriate prompt post. Prompts involving oc's go to the oc prompt post, mature rated ones to the mature prompt post, and safe for work ones in the safe for work prompt post. If you're not sure what post your prompt belongs to, contact me.

5. When posting it's preferred if you put the pairing (or if a gen prompt put in gen.) and kink or a summery phrase of what you're prompting into the subject box. Also put in any possible triggers as warning.

The body of the post of course will be the prompt.

6. You may use anon if you like. Or not. It's your call.

7. Multiple fills are encouraged.

8. You can prompt as much as you want. It is encouraged you do some fills though to be nice.

9. Please tag for spoilers. A spoiler is considered something in a episode that recently shown up until a week. So pretty much each new episode based prompt needs some indication that the prompts contain spoilers until a week since it's premiere on t.v.
MATURE PROMPT POST SPECIAL RULES

This post is exclusively for mature based prompts. Anything goes. All the pairings, all the kinks, go for it. I must repeat one of our core rules here. NO KINK BASHING.

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From: (Anonymous)

By the fifth hour of Wander yelling his name from the bowls on his dungeon, Lord Hater was sick of keeping him prisoner. Which was probably the master plan, his commander tried to remind him; on his own, Wander was already one of the most distracting things Hater had ever found in the galaxy but when he was really trying to to get someone's attention, he took on a whole new level of irritation. Count to ten, Peepers had fought to say before being literally thrown out of the cell block by the bolt decoration of his helmet. The few Watchdogs on guard had scattered under his glare.

Then he turned to the barred door of the little alien, leaned down to eye level, and hissed: “WHAT.”

Wander pulled back from the bars just enough to gain his personal space and tried to smile up at him. The attempt was a bit strained, Hater noticed with pleasure. Finally, some proper respect from the little twerp.

“I know you're busy and all, Hater, but it's been a long while since you were down here. You even locked the door.” Wander fidgeted within his cell, and slipped one hand out to waggle the padlock for emphasis. “I didn't want you to forget I was down here.”

“That exactly what I'm trying to do!” Hater snarled, using the very best of his ability to loom over the prison and cast a shadow that blotted out the light behind him from his captive's viewpoint. Wander leaned back but didn't retreat, and in frustration one skeletal set of claw grabbed hold of Wander's outside arm and yanked him into the heavy metal of the door. He connected hard, the clang long and satisfying and accompanied by a yelp of pain. When Hater let go, the small arm slid from his grip and Wander landed in an obvious daze. “I put you in here so that I never have to think about you again.”

Wander looked most offended than anything, though his eyes were still somewhat unfocused. “Well, that's just rude. Why would you invite someone over just to ignore them?”

“IT'S NOT AN INVITATION!” Hater's fists closed around the bars and he shook the whole door's frame, “You're CAUGHT. I CAUGHT you! You're a PRISONER. For Glorb's sake, I PUT YOU IN CHAINS.”

Wander's gaze dropped to the shackles around his wrists and ankles that connected each pair of limbs to their partner, as if he was only just noticing that they existed. Truthfully, Hater couldn't remember them impeding the little blight's movement in the slightest. He had still been ridiculously hard to keep in Watch Dog custody, and giving him into the cell had been a nightmare. At least his stupid mount had been unconscious, or they'd have never managed.

“Hater, I really don't think this is a great time for us to be visiting.” Wander shuffled his feet and plucked at the keyhole of the chains. “You're not in a very good mood and it's not any fun just sitting alone in a room all day. I think Sylvia and I should leave.”

“You don't get to leave.” Hater lowered his voice to the hollow, raspy whisper he'd been practicing. It was perfect for death threats and establishing that he was a no-holds-barred, merciless villain. You had to take heartless, scary whispers from shadowed overlords seriously. It was practically a rule of the universe. “You're going to stay in there, quiet and alone, forever. And I never have to worry about you ruining everything ever again.”

He moved in a swift arc that made his cloak billow—oh, he had to do that more often, it looked amazing—and turned to the door. In less than two steps, while he was congratulating himself on finally getting it through the stupid thorn-in-his-side's thick skull who was what around here, he was halted by his name being outright wailed from the cell at his back.

“WHAT?!” He snapped, whirling about-face. Upon looking, he found that Wander had all but scalled the barred door, and was looking outright panicked. His long fingers were grasping the bars with the sort of desperation that any normal alien would have been showing hours ago. It made something warm settle in the cavity within his ribs.

“You can't just—I can't stay down here!” Wander's expression was positively miserable. Hate could have clicked his heels together. Finally things were going right! “You can't leave me!”

“Goodbye, Wander.” If it came out more snotty than vaguely ominous, Hater didn't care. He took great pleasure in slamming the door behind him hard enough to shake the entire room. And he turned away and tried not to skip on the way back to his throne. “And good riddance.”

Wander did not stop calling for him until another six hours had passed.

Which didn't mean too much, because Hater had finally found his earbuds, and nothing helped drown out the incessant cries of the imprisoned like a heavy dose of very loud guitar riffs. And maybe a dash of celebratory pop music. Just as something for him to victory dance to. Besides, the majority of Wander's yells had become somewhere between frightened and despairing. It had woken up his mount a few times, but the Zbornak metabolism ensured that one good dose of sedative kept her too groggy to do more than tiredly bat at her guards before she passed out again.

By the following day, Hater was outright enjoying the peace and quiet, and had even informed the Watch Dogs that he was going to go and have a look-in to see how broken their prisoner was now. Surely after all that time alone, it had sunk in that he was never going to escape.

His good mood soured when he walked in on Wander fighting to work the internal mechanism of the lock with a bent fork he must have picked up from somewhere, but Hater couldn't guess since no food had been down here. Prisoners ate on every other Wednesday only.

The lock clicked open and Wander had just enough time to give a hoot of triumph and drop down to take advantage. Hater was there already and had wrenched the door open before Wander could even reach for the handle. In a moment, he had the much smaller traveler by the throat and a good two feet off the ground.

“Did I not make myself clear?!”

He was roaring in the small alien's face, but for good measure Hater gave his captive a forceful shake that had Wander clutching at him in an attempt to steady himself. Enraged that he'd presume to fight punishment, the overlord threw Wander as hard as he could, back toward the far wall of the little prison room. He yanked the door shut behind him, and pocketed the recently opened padlock. Then he moved across the cell to stand in front of the heap of fur and flesh.

Wander was already working to get his hands steady and his face out of the thin layer of filth on the hard floor. Hater gave him a good kick that flipping him onto his back and left the metal of the wall ringing where Wander's shackles connected to it. The wide, always-expressive eyes screwed shut tightly and when they opened again, the one on the left was a few seconds out of sync with the right. Wander tried to squint up at his captor, but a noise of pain escaped him and he screwed his face up. The eyes shut again, covered by the chained fists rubbing to clear and focus them.

“You. Don't. Leave.” Hater sneered, agitated by the way that Wander was seeming to ignore him despite being manhandled. When he got no response, Hater closed the whole of one clawed hand over the top of Wander's face and rubbing fists, lifted him up, and slammed him back into the ground. Wander's cry was far louder this time, but never than speak, he curled up tightly around where he was held and tensed. Waiting for more abuse or to be let go. Hater tossed him back to the ground, disgusted. “You don't escape. You sit there. You rot!”

Wander didn't move.

His eyes were open however, and they were staring at the still unlocked door.

They were hopeful.

Hater scowled.

“You aren't listening!” He struck out with the back of his hand this time, and Wander didn't see it coming. The small alien hit the wall again, the brunt of the impact taken by the side of his head, and Hater may have imagined the little crack! that followed, but he relished it all the same. Wander's arms gave out twice while he tried to push himself back up, and Hater enjoyed that a great deal as well. “I make the rules in here.”

He crouched down and felt along the wall. It took a moment, but the chains were still there. He followed the third shortest one, unlooped it from where it had been draped around the hook that attached it to the wall, and bent down to closed the shackle around Wander's pliant throat.

Wander said nothing.

“You're stuck here forever.” Hater said, letting energy course through his glove, and when he dragged it over the keyhole, the metal fused together. The lock hissed and little sparks flew out, burying themselves in orange fur, and Wander flinched away but was unable to go far. “Because I said so.”

Hater rose to his feet again and smirked, feeling much better now that the cell was quiet except for Wander's pained breaths. As an after thought, he reached out to pluck the ever present hat from his prisoner's head; knowing Wander, the fork had been hidden inside. Hater couldn't think of why they'd let him keep it in the first place. Wander sat upright in a jolt and tried tho grab for Hater's retreating figure, no doubt trying to recover his hat, and Hater couldn't resist dangling it out of reach as he moved away.

“WAIT.”

The first word Wander had said the entire time since Hater had come down, and the conqueror wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel annoyed or gratified. It sounded so afraid.

When he looked but, he decided on a mix of both.

And a dash of being quite smug.

“What?”

“Please. Please.” Wander's eyes were flickering from the hat to the door that Hater's free hand now rested on. He'd already scrambled to the end of the chain, halted somewhere in the middle of the room and pulling the heavy metal taut as he fought to make it one step further. “Don't leave me, don't go, Hater you can't leave me.”

“I can do anything I want now! You can't stop me now!” Hater crowed, he stepped back into the room, letting each foot hit the ground with the whole of his body weight behind it. It was an odd series of stomping that let him crowd Wander's space, but though the smaller alien began to retreat at first, Wander seemed to recover all too quickly. He tangled his hands in the black of Hater's lower robes and held on.

“Please, please, please.” Wander buried his face into the cloth. “I'm sorry I wasn't talking I was angry please don't leave me don't here again—”

Hater faltered.

The silent treatment. All of that work, and the little glipstain was giving him the gob-sucking silent treatment.

“—I was scared I was just upset I don't want to be in here anymore—”

He didn't get it. He still didn't get it. After hours, after a full day locked up in a cell, he couldn't think before two friends having some sort of petty spat and he was expecting them to just make up over it. As if Lord Hater, the Greatest In All The Galaxy, The Number One Super Star, Ruler-To-Be of the Entire universe...was just a friend of his who he could wheedle freedom from with an apology and a few tears.

No, no, no no no nonononoNO.

GLORN DANGIT, NO.

Hater shoved him away, his temper flaring up more than ever. Wander cringed back, all misery and sniffles, and that wasn't good enough because was still watching the door behind Hater. He still look more sorry than anything else, and as long as Wander had some glimmer, some small belief that they were friends and that Hater was nice or liked him or some other insipid bit of nonsense, then he was never going to get it. Hater would never be rid of it.

“I'll do anything.” Wander got out, before Hater could start to yell, and he faltered.

“...anything?”

Wander nodded, suddenly much more vibrant, much more eager. He was sitting upright ad all his ruffled fur had become puffed up in anticipation. “Anything! I know we haven't been getting along too good here lately, and I want to show I'm sorry for my part in it. I'm up for anything!”

Hater tried to think. He had to think like a superstar, like a villain. He had to be in control. He had to be ruthless and terrible and something that couldn't be bargained with. A force to be reckoned. Something Wander seemed to have trouble getting his head around while he looked for the good in him. He had to be merciless.

It was like someone turned on a lightbulb in his head.

Of course.

The problem was that Wander still trusted him.

Still thought of him as a friend.

He grinned.