the slave auction meme

[rampantlion]

THE SLAVE AUCTION MEME


❧ Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any or set up the scene yourself in the comment.

❧ Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.

❧ Please remember to be respectful of others while you play


WARNING: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.


SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.


Originally taken from here.

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Clint Barton | MCU or AU | Slave or Master

[frosthawk]

[Honestly I can roll with any option for AU.

MCU universe:
For Slave, options 4-7 or Master, options 5 or 7 only.]

Guess.

[iamagod]

A Midgardian slave market. How quaint.

Loki walked amongst the rows and rows of cages, all filled with mortals, some dirty, some groomed, in every stage of fitness or beauty that the human race had to offer. Dressed in a layered tunic of varying hues of dark green, he look like a rich Midgardian nobleman walking the market looking for a new purchase.

He stopped before the cage of one and looked down at the dirty young man within. Not the most beautiful or the strongest the market had to offer, yet he somehow managed to catch the eye of the god.

"You. What do you have to offer?"

[frosthawk]

Clint glared up at the stranger with sharp blue eyes, the brightest, clearest bit of him left. He was far from broken, even caged. Just because Swordsman stabbed him in the back selling him off to these assholes when he refused to become a criminal like his mentor, didn't mean he had to accept his new 'place'. Soon as he found a way, he was getting out of here. But first, he needed out of this cage.

"Archery."

He offered it with a confident stare, unshaking in his defiance of the slave 'rules'. That was all Loki was getting. Clint wasn't the type to talk himself up to be sold off, even if it did mean getting out of here.

[iamagod]

Ah, there was what captured his attention, the slave's confidence. This was a fiery creature trapped within the cage, untamed but not wild. There was discipline in the way he carried his head and looked back at him that made Loki grin with genuine pleasure.

It might look closer to menacing from within the bars of a cage.

"Is that so. And how good is your archery that you should be sold based upon that skill?"

[frosthawk]

"I guess you'll have to buy me to find out."

And now that smirk, bitter though it was, was there in full. Disciplined, yes. Respectful to men who treat others like merchandise to be bought and sold at their whim? Not a chance.

[iamagod]

"You speak poorly for someone wishing to be sold to their future master," Loki observed with amusement, as should be noted that he wasn't even remotely upset.

"I suggest you answer my question seriously should you desire to be free of that cage."

[frosthawk]

Clint's eyes narrowed and his lips drew tight a moment, holding his tongue against the verbal lash he had intended. Loki was right. If he ever wanted out of this cage, he would have to convince someone he was worth the risk. This man seemed interested in his actual talents, and that had promise.

"I can hit any target, small or large, at the farthest range of any bow. But, seeing as I have only my word to give, and my word is worthless, it hardly seems worth the effort of bragging. No one but a fool believes what they don't see for themselves."

[iamagod]

"You have wit." The slave was intelligent, which was more than what Loki could say for half of the people here. The idea that such level of mastery with a bow could be found in a mere human was harder to believe. Yet if the man was speaking the truth, such formidable skills was worth much more than languishing in the dredges of this market.

"You are quite right, I cannot know what I cannot see."

Stepping forward, Loki approached the cage and placed his hand just beyond the bars. "Move forward," he told the other man, not wishing to reach even though he was perfectly capable of touching the slave if he did.

[frosthawk]

And here, Clint chose his moments of listening against his moments of rebellious discontent. He stepped forward unflinchingly and watched the would-be-master with curiosity, not apprehension. Why was this man interested in an archer to begin with? Not that it mattered. It wasn't as if Clint could say 'no'.

Well, he could say it. He just couldn't act upon it without serious and painful consequences. Or another week of wearing the blindfold. The loss of his sight the only thing he truly had to fear from the slavers.

"Give me a bow, a target and an arrow and I'll show you for your own judgement."

[iamagod]

"I intend to."

Loki touched his hand to the slave's forehead, his own hand cool against the heat of the human's skin. In a blur like the shift of dreams, the reality around them faded away to grassy plain. In the far distance was an orchard where many golden apples hung from the branches of the trees. They shone and reflected the sunlight like golden stars amid the green.

He handed the self declared archer a long bow and one arrow with green fletching. A strong breeze bent the grass around them.

"Shoot down on of Idunn's apples and you may consider yourself bought."

[frosthawk]

Clint was disoriented and confused by the world around him changing. What- No really, what the ever-living fuck just happened. But there was a bow being offered to him, and Clint took it without hesitation, a rush of breath in the form of a sigh leaving his lips. It felt so good to have the tension bound wood in his hand, after so long denied. He took the arrow, holding it at an angle to sight along it and then testing the flex of the bow.

Giving it a quick pressing bend he notched the arrow, shifted his stance and glanced along the shaft in a fluid, easy movement. As if bows were as close to breathing in his reflexes.

In many ways, they were.

Without a longer moment of pause, he relaxed and let the fletched arrow soar, whistling through the air, with a noticeable shake to the shaft. It looked as if it would veer off course but the arrow made a strange horizontal arc, the rock to the shaft taking it off course only to be pushed back into line by that same strong breeze, so that, while it did not fly straight, it did fly true.

[iamagod]

Loki smiled with true admiration as he saw the mortal demonstrate his skill. If anyone tried shooting straight in this wind they would only prove to him what lack of skill they possessed. But this archer knew to compensate for it and the arrow flew true at a distance that was no mere feat for a mortal.

The head of the arrow bit into one of the golden apples where it then rapidly turned into a snake and ate its way into the fruit. It will disappear after it finished the apple, leaving only seeds to be the signs of his mischief.

Without a word the world faded around them and they were back in the cage with Loki drawing his hand back through the bars. Next he touched the lock and it snapped free of its fixings. The door swung open and strangely, no one seemed to notice as they were all busy looking elsewhere.

If a god wished to acquire something, he wasn't going to spend mortal gold to get it.

"You are freed from your cage and I believe by the rules of this market you now belong to me."

[frosthawk]

"How did you do all of that?"

Clint didn't give the cage another look as he stepped free of it. Body stiff and sore from the positions and the rough angles he had kept himself at. He did not look around the market, unless he attracted unwanted attention to himself.

No use pressing his luck.

He was free of his cage but he may have underestimated the man who bought him. Magician? Illusionist? That bow in his hands had been as firm and as real as any other he had held before it

[iamagod]

"I am a sorcerer," Loki answered as if that was simple and self explanatory. He was aware that the concept was familiar to even Midgardians even though few of them have true magic. Just as few of them had true skills, but as the man before him demonstrated, there were always exceptions.

As their conversation carried on, no one seemed to notice the slave was out of his cage. The people around them continued to not look in their direction, either being distracted by something else or looking in other directions that made them not aware that they hadn't looked this way sometime. It was all very natural but not a single person noted it.

"You may call me Loki."