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Slavery RP Post XVIII

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This post is for prompts that focus on crossovers between various slavery AUs, with the crossover wizards.

Please put the use name of your slave Matt in the subject line of your comment eg. "Feral: Fuck or 'die' AGAIN!"

I'll move a couple of prompts over to start us off, but feel free to ignore them and put your own.

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"I do when he hurts my loved ones," Foggy said, absolutely icy, and when a first-aid kit appeared he grabbed it and sat next to his Matt to gently clean and bandage the bite, relieved that the setting changed to somewhere where both he and Danny were dressed, but he frowned to realize he didn't recognize it and it absolutely reeked of bleach and blood.

And Matt began whimpering, pressing his face into Danny's chest. And so did Golubushka.

"Apparently the wizards have decided to punish both of our Matts." Danny held Matt closer, whispering reassurances to him, that he was his, ans the Ranshakovs were gone, to the only peace they could know.

Foggy exhaled carefully as he held Matt close with one arm. "I don't know about him, but I don't punish my Matt," he said. "This id also not a good place for either of them to learn any lessons, they're too freaked out to think."

"Yeah, I agree." He looked around, trying to see a way out, but there wasn't any. "Sirs, please don't do this to our Matts, please bring us somewhere nicer."

Matt's mind felt chaotic and horrific, full of sudden horrible memories and bad sensations and the walls melting, and then it all changed quite suddenly, they were in a room with large walls and a tall ceiling and what sounded to him like small couches and chairs and he sniffed and smelled strawberry tea, the kind with real mint leaves and dried strawberries that he only had when he felt truly awful, and his Foggy didn't sound mad anymore, and Matt wasn't wearing the ropes now, he was wearing what felt like a tight leather dress with arm-binders and a bigger collar, fancier, and Treacle sounded like he was wearing a straightjacket instead of a binder and very little else, and Matt felt a little cold and afraid but Foggy was touching him gently and leading him--not by the hair, by soft chin-touch--to the table and having him sit and kissing his forehead and promising now he could relax a tiny bit, Matt please take deeper breaths, and Matt tried his absolute best.

"We're going to take care of you." Danny promised Matt, bringing him to a chair at the table and setting him down, kissing him and making sure he was comfortable.

"I won't leave you, I promise," Foggy promised his Matt, stroking him until he stopped hyperventilating and could breathe deep. "It's okay, I know dresses aren't your favorite thing, but I will never make you wear them, I will never make you want them. Promise." And poor Treacle was sobbing and struggling against his straightjacket-thing, clearly getting more and more upset despite Danny's increasingly frantic words.

"You're safe, I'm here and I won't leave you. I won't ever make you wear anything you don't want to wear, I promise."

But Treacle was still upset, Matt could tell, whimpering and crying out, and he understood why, straightjackets were nothing they'd worn after training, and they brought to mind all the most awful fears of being crazy and disbelieved forever, so Matt wriggled closer, trying to show Foggy he wanted to help, and Foggy sounded disbelieving but helped Matt move right next to Treacle so Matt could lay a head on his shoulder and purr, nuzzle at him and make sounds of understanding, empathy, sympathy, and comfort, show him that pets understood, he wasn't alone without words to explain.

And that was helping, a bit.

"Love you, trust you, never doubt you, promise."

And Foggy chimed in. "Hey, this isn't fair, he doesn't deserve this. If he needs to be restrained can he be like my Matt, at least? And empty?"Foggy added, knowing Matt was now by his sudden squeak.

"YOU HAD ASSIGNED PRIMARY BLAME FOR THE INCIDENT TO HIM." The voice sounded a touch accusing, and Danny tamped down on his outrage as the straight-jacket melted away, to be replaced by a dress and binder identical to Golubushka's, but in dark green, where Golubushka's was blue.

"I at most lecture people when they do something wrong, I don't use their PTSD and brain injuries to torture them," Foggy said, a little baffled. And Treacle did seem to be calmer, much as he clearly hated the dress and was whining and squirming in it, flushed.

"It's okay Matt, you're so good and brave, and this is better, right?" Matt nodded against his shoulder, still making unhappy noises.

(OOC: I think Foggy's being a bit disingenuous here, he actually hurt Dove very badly with his attitude, and he's missed the point the wizards were trying to make)

Matt leaned gently into Treacle, wriggling his shoulders until he could brush them against Treacle's, rubbing him comfortingly, and he tried to express how he knew dresses were bad but their masters didn't see them like that, that they understood that Matts weren't girlpets and wouldn't force them to change, and it wouldn't be like this forever, but instead Matt choked on a gag that had suddenly appeared in his mouth, shaped like one of the ones he knew from training, and he froze as his Foggy quietly but angrily said no, he knew that Treacle could be held responsible for his actions, and Matt also should not have started it by biting Danny but hurting the pets now was wrong.

And the dresses shifted into leather vests and pants, with the gags vanishing while the binders remained at that.

"Thanks," Foggy said quietly when the Matts both relaxed at the same time. The arm binders still looked to his own eyes uncomfortable and too tight, but he knew he wasn't as absurdly tough as Matt. "Treacle, Matt, Danny," he said carefully after a minute, "I want to apologize for this mess, and my part in it. I think we're all reacting a bit too fast at the moment." Being conciliatory when he didn't want to be was worth it for Matt, Foggy thought.

"Thank you. And I apologise for being too pushy in offering chi healing. I should know better, especially around Matt."

Foggy nodded. "I've had that before, it wouldn't actually hurt me. But you know all Matts, all of them are incredibly protective of the ones they love."

"Yeah." He agreed with a soft smile.

"Do you want a bit of chi help with your shoulder then, now that you're not hurting? It might help a bit with the scarring and reduce chronic pain issues a touch."

Foggy paused, thinking about it. "It wouldn't take it away entirely, would it? Would it revert?" he asked, hesitantly.

"I can't fix it completely no. I can reduce any current pain significantly and do some permanent improvement, but not as much. It won't make had days better, but it should make them a very little bit rarer."

"Will doing it around them hurt them too?" Foggy asked bluntly. "And, if you can--can you make it so the visible scarring doesn't go down? That would be inconvenient. And besides, it's a good reminder that we pulled through that horrible time."

"As long as neither of us is within, say, arms reach of them then they'll be fine." He reassured Foggy with a smile. "And honestly visible scarring isn't something I'd waster time or energy working on in this case."

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