#control tw

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CW: broken whumpee, learning to walk again, discussion of control. 

The Mechanic smiled as he held the smaller person’s shoulders steady. Tool was shaking, legs trembling like a newborn deer. They had their slender fingers holding onto his elbows, trying to find their balance again after so long.

He stepped away, leaving them to stand on their own. Tool whimpered, arms reaching for him in panic. Their wide eyes were trained on him, never looking away.

“Breathe, darling.”

As if they just remembered, Tool gasped in a quick breath. They had been breathing before, but it was shallow and inconsistent. They swayed for a moment, struggling to stay upright.

The Mechanic just smiled and watched them. The prototypes had proved that it was possible, but Tool was the finished product. Submissive to the point of self-destruction, reliant entirely on him.

They were perfect.

Tool’s knees buckled, and they went down in a pile. They let their forehead rest on the hardwood, focusing on breathing. The Mechanic could see their shoulders shaking as he crouched down to lift their chin up.

You can make it dance, you can make it sing

You control it's actions, every single thing

Puppet on a string, puppet on a string

A fixed painted smile, painted on its face

A pretty little dress, all trimmed up with lace

Walk around the stage, back and forth you pace

A fixed painted smile, painted on your face

Does it know, does it know

Back and forth in a row

That the actions are not your own

Do you know, do you know

Dancing, twirling though the night

Moving into morning light

You feel the strings, but cannot fight

Helpless dancing through the night

Cruel fate of a puppet doll

Heeding to your master's call

Cut the strings and watch you fall

Cruel fate of a puppet doll

"Stop it, stop it, stop it please"

The puppet cries, fall to your knees

The others also echo your pleas

"Stop it, stop it, stop it please"

Without the strings, a puppet dies

But with the strings, they all live lies

Puppet, puppet, string it ties

Without the strings, a puppet dies

When the master has had its fun

I cut the string and and the puppet's done

Watch the puppet fall to the ground

Hear my laughter all around

Puppet, puppet on a string

@chippedxteacup gets a plotted starter

If someone had asked him a few hours ago if he’d rather Regina have his dagger than Zelena, he’d have said yes. Mostly because he’d assumed that, as a fellow former villain aspiring to be good, he’d thought she’d give him his dagger back. How foolish that was. Not only had she taken his dagger and controlled him with it, she had waxed lyrical about how ‘heroes don’t exact vengeance’. She hadn’t even seemed to care what he’d been through, or that her sister had killed his son. No, she didn’t care. And neither did anyone else. No one had said anything to her, told her to give his dagger back or anything. No, he was a threat, to be controlled, not the man who had sacrificed himself to save them all only a year ago.

He sat in his shop now, staring into a mirror. His face was blank, but inside his mind was whirling, and a small part in the back hysterically reminded him about Zelena’s rant on appearances before he shoved it away. What was to become of him now? Regina didn’t seem to have any intention of giving him his dagger back. So what, he’d become the town’s slave? The idea made him feel sick. Until it didn’t.

He frowned, studying his reflection as though it held the answer to these new feelings he suddenly had. They made no sense. The overwhelming sense of safety, of love, was something he’d not felt since before he’d died. Why was it here now, out of nowhere? A thought stuck him, and he felt his heart sink. Was this a command? He’d been rather grateful that Zelena had been unimaginative with her commands. Though perhaps unimaginative was the wrong word. She’d wanted him to grow to love her on his own, she hadn’t wanted to command it, to force him. But did Regina have no qualms about it? Was this her command, a paltry attempt to fix him after he’d been so broken?

It didn’t really feel like a command, but he’d never been commanded this way before so he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was there were no other commands on him, so he stayed put, staring into the mirror until he saw a bit of movement in it, and hear the refreshingly familiar sound of the bell over his shop door. And when he saw who was being announced by it, he smiled. He stared at her for a moment in the mirror, as if not really sure it’s her, but then he turned and then he was moving and so was she and finally, finally he was back in his Belle’s arms.

Yeah, sadly this also seems to be a reoccurring thing with Ororo and her evil doer suitors. Loki had done something similar using magic to alter reality and intensify her feelings for him. I think it’s the fetish of men secretly wanting to control powerful, desirable women. 

I reached down and slowly removed his hand from around my wrist. He let me go willingly. Clearly he thought he had won the argument, knocked some sense into me. Oh boy was he wrong. I knew not to listen to him any longer, not to be controlled by him. I backed away slowly towards my trailer, waiting until I had my hand on the door until I started speaking.

Zane used his power to keep hold on Kadens blood as he walked through the town. He had lost control over Rosalie but that was the least of his worries. He wasn’t scared of her, even if she was able to get out of his hold for a split second.

“What do you say we go fuck some shit up?” Zane asked as he glanced over to Kaden. He smirked as he let him have control over his mouth.

“Fuck you!” Kaden hissed at the blood bender and it only made Zane chuckle. “I’m sorry I have a Fiancée. Also, guards aren’t my type.” Zane said with a devilish grin.

He heard someone behind him in that moment and he smiled. “Clark, so nice of you to join us.” Zane tilted his head to the side. “Have you come to join in on the action?” Zane asked as he maneuvered Kaden to stand in between them. “I think I can make him fight for us, so he could even be our shield if we need it.” Zane said with a smile and then he noticed someone else appear out of thin air. “Cassandra, so nice of you to join us.”