You are not my enemy

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YOU ARE NOT MY ENEMY
A slave/reluctant master romance(?) meme


The seed of the idea has existed for ages, perhaps as long as there has been the concept of enemies among humanity - so, a long time. It goes as follows:

You are in an unfamiliar and dangerous territory, most likely the home of your enemy. Whether there is a war raging in the background or just barely-bandaged hostility is irrelevant. Your safety does not depend on that. Instead, you are an example. Your freedom is forfeit. A prisoner is what you are...no, you're a slave. And you're given to someone for service or for entertainment.

You're prepared to hate your new "master." Who wouldn't? Slowly, however, you realize that things aren't as they seem. Your master is no cruel owner; in fact, they don't even want to own you. But they are as much of a pawn in this scheme as you are. Still, they show you kindness and their subtle rebellion fans the flames of your own. Over time, your feelings towards them begin to change. It may be some sort of Stockholm Syndrome or it may be a true emotion, yet either way, something fragile and perhaps even beautiful is growing between the the two of you. Could this be love? If it is or if it isn't, there's one certainty: if you are found out, it will be the end, most likely, of you both.

This is the situation your character finds themselves in. Are they master? Slave? How do they accept their fate? Their new feelings towards their "master"/"slave"? All of this is up to you, as well as how this all ends for the pair.

Of course, there's a precedent for it ending badly and bloody, for obvious reasons.

HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character, preferences, and other information like any character info, what position your character is likely to fill, or smut/lack thereof preferences.
• Reply to others.
• Feel free to use the below prompts and ideas.

POSITIONS

1. Slave
2. Reluctant Master

ATTITUDE

1. Willing: You'll take the past of least resistance and try to keep your head down.
2. Unwilling: Well, "unwilling" is sort of implied in general, but you are especially rebellious and refuse to be tamed. You throw any kindness you receive back in the giver's face. When you begin to feel something for your "master," you reject that as much as you possibly can.

ENDING

1. Good: The idealized, happy ending. You both get away from the system that keeps you chained and live freely together.
2. Bad: The realistic ending. Your little affair is unearthed and your heads end up on the chopping block.

Comments

Leon Kennedy | Resident Evil | OTA

[dodgeslazers]

[Slave. Fine with M/F and M/M and any medium.]

Tru Davies | Tru Calling | OTA

[hauntedbyawhisper]

[M/F and F/F, all mediums a go. Slave preferred.]

One-Eye ✝ Valhalla Rising ✝ OTA

[theheathen]

((definitely the slave in this instance, he's too damaged and, let's face it, batshit crazy to even entertain being a master.))

So uh

[allfivebyfive]

[I'm pretty sure that Faith/Tru is a thing that needs to happen.]

Allen Walker | D. Gray Man | OTA

[innocenced]

[Good with M/F, M/M and all mediums. Likely the slave.]

Himura Kenshin | Rurouni Kenshin | OTA

[toredeem]

[Fine with M/M, M/F, and all mediums. Was canonically once a slave.]

[hauntedbyawhisper]

[That would be beautiful. I'm actually really familiar with Buffy and was a huge Faith fan.]

[allfivebyfive]

[Sweeeeeeeeet. <3 How do we want to start this off?]

Loki | MCU | OTA

[yolobitch]

[Most definitely the master]

[hauntedbyawhisper]

[How about Faith being a Queen/Politician/someone important and Tru is captured to be her body double, to stand during dangerous situations?]

[allfivebyfive]

[I love it.]

Faith was Not Happy. Sure, she was important. She knew that. How could she not know that? Even if she weren't the most important person in the room, she always had this way of commanding the most attention in the room. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

But when it was brought to her attention that she was going to be receiving a body double, a lookalike that would appear in her place whenever something dangerous was going to happen... well, that was when she kind of went off the rails. She didn't want someone else to be there for the danger. She liked the danger. Usually, she was the danger.

So when the girl was brought in to her, she just glared at her. SURELY this girl didn't look that much like her.

......Did she?

"So who the hell are you?" she asked.

Morgana le Fey | Merlin (BBC)/Arthurian Mythology | OTA

[ladywitch]

[Can be either role, probably being a rebel/reluctant either way as I'm pretty sure she doesn't know how to function without a little rebellion.]

[hauntedbyawhisper]

Tru hadn't expected it, no matter how dangerous her day to day life had gotten. Maybe no one did, not really. But it had happened, after she had refused the offer to stand in for some woman, she'd been grabbed and taken from her home and brought here. Wherever here was.

They'd had to hide her face, she heard one of them say, since no one could know this ...Faith? person had a new body double. There had been tape over her mouth until recently, though she could still taste the disgusting residue. In the end, she'd agreed to stay quiet if they took it off. So far, she had, but only because she waited to speak to the woman presumably behind it all.

The shock of seeing a mirror image stalls her tongue if only for a second. What was she seeing? This wasn't a lookalike, this was her. The same dark hair, dark eyes, large lips... it was here in every way.

The silence doesn't last for long. "I'm the girl you grabbed off the streets and brought here. Which is very much illegal."

[allfivebyfive]

Faith frowned. "Whoa, whoa, hold on here. Let's get one thing straight. I didn't grab anyone. I didn't ask for this." she said.

Though, she did stand up and start sizing the other girl up. She nodded her head a little and started to walk in a slow circle around her. Paying special attention to various, uh. Assets. Yes, assets.

".....You're all wrong, anyway. I don't look a thing like you. Nope. Nobody would buy it."

Nezumi || No. 6

[awaywithasong]

[OTA with slight M/M preference. Most likely unwilling slave, though he can pretend to be willing.]

Haruka Nanase || Free!

[freeinwater]

[OTA with slight M/M preference. Most likely slave but can do willing and unwilling.]

Kuroko Tetsuya || Kuroko No Basket

[invisoball]

[OTA with slight M/M preference. Slave.]

M!Surana Warden | Dragon Age | M/M

[grumpymage]

[About page, and kinks should it go in a smutty direction. Open to all canons/mediums, and slave preferred.]

Ayase Yukiya || Okane ga Nai

[nomoney]

[OTA with slight M/M preference. Most likely willing slave with a halfway decent master.]

Hunter | Beastly | m/m

[losthunter]

[Either role]

AGENT CARTER | MISTRESS | OTA

[ssr_agent_carter]

007 | James Bond | OTA

[licensedtokill]

[m/m and m/f both welcome. open to either role. as a slave he'd be snarky and rebellious and kind of a dick. as a master he'd be distant and dismissive unless someone caught his attention in an especial manner.]

[una_persson]

[Kicking off with a scenario loosely—very loosely—inspired by a bit in The English Assassin; improvise as you see fit!]

It was the common practice in those days and in those parts for captured scouts to be interrogated and then sent to the farms as slave labour. But Una was the first female scout that they had captured, and the general at the base, after some shouted questions and slaps that were met with grim silence, promptly claimed her as his "personal servant".

That lasted about as long as it took her to kick him several times where it really hurt, and furious, he shoved her off at Bond, with the barked dismissal/command to "see what he could do with her".

That was a few days ago. She'd expected the worst, but to her surprise, the worst hadn't happened. Yet? She wasn't sure. She went about the duties she was given—nothing more onerous than household tasks, if a lot of them—quietly, and if there was an occasional mutinous flash in her eyes when he looked at her, perhaps he hadn't noticed. Or had noticed and didn't care.

Now, she's cleaning his personal chambers, the head housekeeper hovering watchfully nearby as she dusts, gathers up bedlinen, scrubs the floor, and tries, based on the belongings that she can see, to figure this man out.

[ranfromnormal]

[Cathy's really not in the business of owning people. She owns her own flat. She owns the cabinet of booze within. She owns her sentient computers as much as one can own artificial intelligence from the future. But Cathy has a very clear sense of right and wrong, especially in the Nightside, and owning people, using their blood, body parts, and/or souls for personal gain is a big fat no in her eyes and in John's.

Unfortunately, Cathy thought that the slave auction was in fact a Date Auction for charity and had been too drunk to tell what was really going on until it was too late. The next thing she knows she's signing a magical contract bonding the man to her, effectively putting him on a fifteen meter invisible leash unless he likes blinding migraines that eventually result in his head exploding if he manages to get twenty meters away.

To date, Cathy's fairly certain that it's the worst morning after she's ever had, to wake up hungover and informed that she's now a slave owner.

She'd gone to John immediately after that, telling him in no uncertain terms that had had to get to the bottom of this, and John had in his own fashion. Unfortunately he'd been forced to kill the owners of the establishment in self-defense which had resulted in a fail-safe explosion of all records within the building. Logically Cathy would have expected that would dissolve all bonds between slaves and masters, but instead the destruction of the contracts had left them with nothing to use to separate them.

Three months later they're still linked together, with few leads to pursue to sever the connection between them. Both unwilling parties in this mess, Cathy does her best to make the most of it, taking James with her to clubs while she's trying to sniff out information for John, keep on top of the rumor mill, and even uses him liberally to keep away unwanted suitors. Well, if you could apply the term "suitor" to the drunks she's been fending off at dance clubs for years.

Like now, for instance. Cathy can practically feel an itch between her bare shoulders as they stand at the bar of the Dancin' Fool. It's like there are sharks in the water and she can see them circling. Slipping a hand behind his waist, she reaches for her champagne glass with the other.]

Have we picked up any useful information here tonight? I'd like to cut out if the well's dry around here.

[licensedtokill]

What belongings he has are few. Skyfall is the greatest of them, and in its empty halls he cares more for the echoes of a past life than the trappings of the present one. He's a commander in want of a war, escalating tensions and a few captured scouts aren't the least of his worries at the moment.

Of slaves, he has no particular opinion, save that it's a rather appalling trade. Some people consider it necessary, for economy or utility or whatever other excuses they can muster up to keep other people beneath their heel. But his parents never kept slaves, and he wouldn't himself save for the general's orders.

The woman, however, is far from his mind as he comes into his room. He stops abruptly, seeing here there, and instead leans against the jamb of the door.

"Missed a spot," he says idly, just to strike up a conversation. She hasn't, actually. This old place looks better than it has in years, but no doubt she sees it as her duty.