Swear Myself to You ( shipping + smut )

[lumeria]

The Swear Myself to You Meme

It's been like this your entire life. Or perhaps it just seems that way, since it's been this way so long. Or it could hasn't been that long, and you remember what things were like before - worthless, fruitless, purposeless. Now, though, all is different. You've sworn your life to someone...or had your life sworn to them by someone else, back when you were young or powerless enough to not control your life. It doesn't matter if this swearing is an expected part of your society or an oddity in a modern age, here you are, and you know what you're here for. This isn't servitude, not in a fashion, as there's theoretically an honor here in your absolute loyalty. You are essentially on your "sworn duty's" level, you've just, well, chosen to dedicate your life to them. So if you're their best or brainwashed into being their right hand, all of it comes from a place of admiration!

Hopefully!

Theoretically.

Your position, of course, means you're a tool to be used, and every job needs a different tool. What's your job? Were you raised from an infant be be a constant companion for the one you're sworn to, who you grew up with? Instead, you could be a bodyguard or a first line of defense. In some cultures, there's an expectation that people be good in bed for future spouses; you could be there to train the one you're sworn to in the art of lovemaking. Of course, how well you're able to do your job depends on how your relationship is with your most important person. Are they kind? Cruel? What if they don't want you? It will be incredibly awkward if neither of you want to be in this position.

One certainty is this, however: romance and sexuality, unless heavily controlled, is forbidden. After all, how can you effectively dedicate yourself to them if some part of you wants them to dedicate themself to you?

How to Play

• Comment with your character, your preferences, and what side of the equation you'd prefer to play - the being sworn to or the one doing said swearing. There are also three settings available: old fashion, modern, and future. You may want to specify which one of those you'd like, if you have a strong opinion.
• Reply to others.
• Use the RNG to determine your scenario.

Setting

1. Old Fashion: In the days of yore, be it ancient, medieval, or pseudo-Victorian - or altogether fantastical.
2. Modern: The here and now, where swearing to someone is pretty rare.
3. Future: Years from now, who knows what strange alien cultures and technologies we'll have to abide by?

Prompts

1. From Birth: You two were raised together, as one of you was given as a baby. There's no one who knows the other better than you.
2. BFFs: You are intended to be their lifetime companion...platonically, of course.
3. Repayment: You owe your life to them in one way or another. Devotion is the least you can do.
4. Out of Love: The reason you swore yourself to them is because you love them and this is the best way to be close to them, even if you have to sacrifice other things.
5. Unwilling Charge: Can you swear yourself to someone who doesn't want you?
6. Spoils of War: Being here and swearing allegiance isn't your idea, but when you or your people are defeated in battle, there's not much else you can do.
7. Ward: Perhaps you weren't there as an infant, but you did grow up in the family from a young age. They may be like a sibling to you. Would you be able to view them in any other way?
8. Marriage: ...a marriage is sort of a swearing, isn't it?
9. Mind Control: You need to be more pliable and loyal to be any good, servant.
10. Familiar: You were created through magic just for them.
11. Guard: Focus. You have to protect them, and you can't if you're distracted.
12. Eunuch: You're supposed to be completely chaste and celibate, or at least that's what they and those around them think.
13. To Teach: Your charge is going to be married, and you have to teach them how to please a future spouse.
14. Jealousy: You know you're not supposed to be
15. More than One: Someone else has sworn themselves to your charge...you were here first!
16. More than This: You want to be more to them than just a glorified servant.
17. Unwilling Charge: They don't want you, but you have to serve them.
18. Redemption: This is your way to make up for the sins of your past.
19. ...what?: How to you get someone sworn to you again?
20. Utter Devotion: There isn't anything you wouldn't do for them. Anything.
21. Forbidden: Being with them sexually is a punishable offense for you, but neither of you care.
22. Equals: In society, you two are on different levels. In private, you see more eye to eye.
23. Not Too Serious: The more crack-y option. They saved you...but it was from something like stubbing your toe. Obviously, you owe yourself to them. Or something.
24. FREESTYLE

Comments

bucky barnes | mcu

[shapedthecentury]

some futureverse, and idk - 18 + vague 16, vague 11, vague freestyle

[battleshipping]

[And then there's the day off; it's not like they filed the paperwork to take a day off, it's more like there's a lull in the activity and even people with the weight of the world on their shoulders who are on the run from the government agencies who want to lock them up end up needing one day, just one, to breathe. So after another successful heist, and one bone-deep exhausting kerfuffle against the forces of evil, they get to a new safe house and Daisy calls it.

She needs like twenty hours of sleep and half a dozen pizzas, or she's never quaking a single thing again. The sleep happens, she's out like a light before he even finishes with the shower; the pizza not so much. It's night, or evening, when she wakes up. Groggy, cramped up, and regretting having fallen asleep without checking herself for wounds first, she sits up in the single bed with a groan.]

You didn't wake me...

[shapedthecentury]

[ He's awake, resting in a nearby chair with his bare feet perched on the edge of the seat, nearly doubled-over and reading over some bit of paperwork or another while she sleeps. When she starts to stir his eyes lift, playing over her.

It could have been worse, but the fight had been an exhausting one. ]

Thought you could use a little shut-eye. Figured, since I'm likely to be awake anyway...

[ He tightens his lips, smacks the paper lightly with the back of his hand in emphasis. ]

Should I not have?

[battleshipping]

[She rubs at her eyes a little, likely messing up the cat-eye there -- the one small hint of vanity she's letting herself still have (aside from the nail polish) -- and lifts her shoulders.]

It's fine, I needed the recharge... [But now she needs some painkillers and a shower, and maybe those half a dozen pizzas, quickly. She gets out of bed first, then looks over him, down to his cute little toes - it's incredible, really, how suddenly there's this part of him that's cute and not dangerous? - then back up.]

Hungry, Bucky?

[shapedthecentury]

Had a couple of slices already.

[ Now he almost looks sheepish, eyes shifting sideways to the boxes. One is completely empty already, but there's a super soldier's metabolism to blame for that. As pizzas go, he thinks he's had better.

There's still more than enough for her, however. ]

[battleshipping]

Good. [She would've felt guilty, okay, sleeping that long and him not eating meanwhile. She walks over to the boxes and pops one open, picking up a slice. The first bite happens, with a small moan. She tries to stretch out, this way and that, just to see what's a bruise and what's just soreness. Most feels like it's just soreness, which will fade soon, with her biological functions being different.

Second slice.] Have some more, we never know when the next pizza party will be.

[She isn't so much eating as she is devouring, but whatever it takes for her to not feel like life has trampled her over. Sometimes it is just sleep deprivation and hunger. Third slice.

She slows down a little.] You know...[Swallows, before facing him for this one, so she can add softly,] You're very safe to sleep around.

[shapedthecentury]

[ It's a compliment, if an odd one, he can tell that much. His brow knits faintly as she chews at the pizza, a slightly bemused smile slipping into place. ]

I do what I can. Keeping watch just seemed the thing to do. Thought it might be unnerving, so...

[ He taps the paper again before setting it off to the side, letting himself unwind from the chair, feet finally finding the carpeted floor once again. ]

[battleshipping]

[That makes her stop eating for a second, looking at him.]

You kept watch? I - um, you should've woken me up sooner, caught some shut eye yourself.

t'challa ( mcu ) ota | voicetesting

[ndixolele]

[ both canonmates and crossovers work! feel free to au it up as much as you'd like

he can swear to someone or they can swear to him--he's a literal crown prince turned king, after all, and that being said playing around with the royalty aspect sounds pretty fun too ]

Inquisitor Trevelyan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | ota

[lordherald]

[Feel free to swear yourself to the Inquisition! cross-canon very much welcome.]

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

[ooc: Either / or.]

jessica jones - mcu

[aliass]

Yasha | RGVeda | OTA

[yashaou]

[More likely to do the swearing but he is also a king... Please no mind control, to teach, jealousy, more than one, or crack.]

Bakura | Yugioh 3,9,22 OTA

[ringed_fate]

Thorin | The Hobbit | ota

[oakenshielded]

Heero Yuy | Gundam Wing | M/M

[onceaperfectsoldier]

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[braidedwonder]

[ It hasn't been that long since he had been brought in to protect the young master of the manor - maybe a few months to a year at best. He had been brought to the court only because of his status, that much he was sure of. He had never been, personally, defeated in battle. In fact, his brigade hadn't lost in their part of the battle - it was just unfortunate that his unit had not been the one deciding who did or did not hold the keep. And so he'd ended up here. He'd arrived in full regalia, just in a slight show of defiance, sent here only because he was his kingdom's best warrior and he had been wanted in order to protect the new king's son since his guard had been slain in all of the fighting.

Currently, he's practicing his riding, a faithful black stallion trotting excitedly in the ring before Duo gives him a good kick, and then they're flat out running, jumping a fence, taking corners, everything that a horse might be expected to handle on the battle field. These things were just as important as his time with his new 'master' - though he did like riding more in his breeches, shirtless, feeling his braid against his back than in full armor, if he had a choice. ]

[onceaperfectsoldier]

[Heero didn't care for his father's idea of a new personal guard. It was an act of diplomacy, uniting the kingdom and those on both sides. His father was much better at that. He'd never liked the politics surrounding the throne and who sat on it. However, his father's ambitions had lead to a crown sitting on his head, when he'd have been just as content to remain the son of a lord.

He'd taken to watching the young man that was now so far from home. His customs were strange, like the long, thick braid that hung down his back. It seemed the tradition for their warriors to grow their hair until defeated. It was a literal measure of their skills. Which explained why his father had been so insistent on bringing the man there.

From the far side of the training yard, Heero watched him on the black horse he'd brought with him. The control he had was impressive. Every movement the horse made came from it's rider, not an easy task to achieve. However, Heero was confused by the other young man's goals. He'd been traded off to the victors and had shown up in his kingdom's colours and full armour. It had made the rest of the guard uneasy, knowing their prince would be in the care of someone who obviously still had loyalties elsewhere.

Stepping out of the shadows, Heero approached the stables where his mare was watching, longing to stretch her legs. Heero opened the gate and ran his fingers through her mane. She was almost pure white, with grey freckles on her haunches. He kept an eye on Duo and his horse, taking out an apple for his mare in the meantime.]

I think your stallion would enjoy a turn in the fields.

[braidedwonder]

[ Duo turns as he hears his new lord speak, bringing his stallion back down to an easy walk as he approaches where they are. The horse tosses its head, clearly irritated that it's running had been brought to an end. Warriors of Duo's status tended to keep male horses that were, for less experienced riders and fighters, absolute nightmares to deal with. In essence, the strongest spirited stallions were taken, and instead of broken, taught to be just as wild and violent, but to listen to one person, and one person alone. That person for this black stallion happened to be Duo Maxwell. He was a tall, brutishly strong thing, this horse, pure muscle and energy.

The braided man waits for his horse to come mostly to a stop before dismounting, jogging a pace or two as Shinigami comes to a stop, still tossing his head and squalling every once in a while. ]

The problem would be when it came time for him to come in, if I had been drawn in to something else.. [ He pauses, patting the horse's neck as he noses at the side of his face, being a bit of a nudge at the moment. ] - He kicked another one of your stable boys today who tried to yank him to make him listen.

Are people here not taught to leave a war horse to do what it wants?

[onceaperfectsoldier]

The stable boys aren't used to war horses. They're used to taking care of farm and work horses. I'll let the stable hands know not handle him anymore, since they obviously can't.

[He pulled his mare's tack from the hook and threaded the bridle in her mouth. Then he pulled out another apple and held it out for Duo's horse. Heero wasn't worried about the horse injuring him. At least not too worried.]

We won't be bothered for the rest of the afternoon. Maybe a real run will help get out some of his energy.

[braidedwonder]

It wouldn't be the first time he's seriously injured someone inexperienced. [ While loyal, Shini was also incredibly unforgiving when he didn't like someone, whether it was a stable boy or a soldier on the field. In his home country, the horse had been known to 'punch' a certain soldier in his helmet with his nose as they went by, just because, since the soldier had once tried to ride him and been bucked off. Ever since he'd made a point to torment the man when they went by.

Thankfully he eats the apple gently enough, ears flicking and rotating as he eats for signs of anyone coming up on him as Duo gives him a few hard pats on the shoulder, giving the horse a once over. The weather is sunny, but he'll continue his ride shirtless, if only because he's already so tan. ]

Oh? I thought I was supposed to give Lady Relena's horse another working, this afternoon? [ In some ways, coming from a culture where one was expected to be a good horsemen and warrior had its downfalls. He got bored rather quickly in teaching a mare simple maneuvers. ]

[onceaperfectsoldier]

Lady Relena's horse can be handled by someone else today. Or we can bring her along. I think she needs more experience riding in a group.

[Looking at Duo, Heero tried not to pay attention to the other man's bare chest. He was muscular, tan and rather attractive. A distraction. Turning back to his mare, Heero walked her out of her stable, then hoisted her saddle and saddle bags on.]

Ready? We'll go out to the foothills and back.

nikolai somerholm ( oc ) ota

[waer]

ABEL ➞ STARFIGHTER

[nav]

Soubi Agatsuma | Loveless | M/M

[blanksentouki]

[Please no More than One or BFFs, otherwise I'm open to most kinks other than vore, bathroom, and non-con.]