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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.
• 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.
Snagged from here.
Nickov // Original Character // M/M
Bucky Barnes | MCU
Matt Murdock | MCU
Rey || Star Wars || OTA
Cloud Strife // Final Fantasy VII // OTA 18+
Justin Martingale | OC
Monika || Doki Doki Literature Club || OTA
Would love for her Master to be a 4, 5 or 6. Open to smut but please PM me beforehand. ]
bucky barnes | mcu | ota
hawks — mha — m/m
akemi morishita | original | m/m
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Slave: Newbie, Oldtimer, or Pet. Same as above, looking for shippy things / romance. Teach him how to trust. Oh man, slow burn with this would be my jam.]
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Master: Gift or Companion. Looking for shippy things / romance.]
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Slave: Comes with greatly reduced or controlled magical abilities for buyer's safety. A fun, if slightly dangerous pet OR of some tactical magical advantage.}}
Xingqiu ☙ Genshin Impact ☙ ota
assumed cr or first meets fine; castmates, cross-canon, and OCs are fine. for questions or plotting, please PM! )
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He's still paying off the debt incurred from killing the third. The first two were paid off after Will's initial decade of servitude; there are five more to go, and then the small salary he earns monthly from his position will be paid to him in Mora instead of disappearing into the hands of the company that had grabbed him.
By twenty-four, unfortunately, Will was already a miserable and lonely person, and perhaps if he'd had more friends, there would have been more of a search, more of a clamor for justice. But then who would go against the Milileth, if they said this man had killed someone in their country and tried to escape back to Sumeru? If it's convenient for their trade in human servants, to have found an able-bodied and learned man who can be trusted as a body guard, well.
That's only the alignment of the stars, of course.
Will Graham is sold to the newest aristocrat as the spring is thawing out in full in Liyue Harbor. His servitude tattoo is already fading from his upper left arm - for all that he was supposedly bought by his first master to make use of being a learned man from Sumeru, their personalities clashed. Will shortly found himself outside tending to gardens, fences, and running errands instead of balancing books - he can't say he's upset he's had to talk to less and less people as his career has extended across years.
Not that his current owners have had any cause to see his tattoo, or the scars left on his body from simple work and from the kidnapping into this line of work that resulted in three non-Will casualties. In Liyue aristocratic fashion, they've been very particular about how Will appears, and he's not happy about how often he's brought out into public or expected to make polite conversation with the family. (They begin giving up, over time, at his short or missing answers. They are, however, delighted at the few Liyue meals he's perfected cooking.)
In fact, the only bright spot has been, perhaps oddly, one of the family. The youngest son has asked Will questions in a way that Will is already tired of and yet hungers for - as if he keeps forgetting he's talking to a second class citizen. Or rather he hasn't, but he's using it to his advantage in order to be less formal, instead of riding along their differing statuses more thoroughly.
He's smart. Clever, even, though Will's beginning to get the impression he isn't always putting that to use his parents would approve of--
Which is when the front door opens.
Not usually a cause for alarm, but today Will shoots up from the floor where he'd been working on a cabinet. He's dressed down, in a way quite expressly forbidden in a household this formal - Will is wearing nothing at all on top and only the delicate pants he was given when he was hired, no socks or slippers on his feet. But no one is supposed to be home yet, and if it's an intruder...
Will is quick and silent to approach, and he's moving with an energy that's far, too predatory when he suddenly swells into view from the side hallway as the intruder passes through. There is the slight tension in the air of a man whose Vision was broken years ago but still has the vaguest gifted part of his connection to Celestia still, and then-- ]
Xingqiu. --Xiansheng. [ Will inclines his head after a delayed moment, startled and realizing his behavior was not a thing he needs to advertise is in his repertoire, in his mind at all.
It's only after another few moments that he fully registers that he's shirtless. His swirled servitude tattoo, penned into him days after capture, sits on one arm. Across his entire torso are scattered perhaps normal-seeming scars, a tan that's never quite faded, and-- one larger scar, an ugly thing, jagged up Will's middle. It looks like someone tried to gut him with a knife and succeeded. ]
Sorry, I was-- [ Fixing the cabinet. Sweating and miserable in the high summer heat. Glad to be fucking alone for a few hours, til someone else came home.
Xingqiu shouldn't be home. Xingqiu is out of breath in a way that's beyond being surprised, his hair is out of place, and when Will looks down he sees a spattering of dirt and blood just at the edge of his right shoe--
His tone is abruptly different, switching to disbelief. In a challenging tone he's never quite used with Xingqiu: ] Where have you been?
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he's young to be shedding blood from others, but it must be known that it is never his first choice — and treasure hunters so rarely are amiable to civil negotiation.
Xingqiu was on his way to the Guhua temple for study, truly — he nearly made it there, in fact. he loves to spend his walks reading, only on the outskirt stretches of dirt road where there are no people he may accidentally bump into. he always pauses between lines to muse and internalize his beloved tomes, to look at his surroundings, never knowing when an elemental creature may stir — but these bandits took note of how well dressed the boy had been, gilded in expensive wear as he was. not all treasures can be obtained in ruins.
they were stupid enough to target a person, and not some ancient grave or temple. they were even stupider not to consider why a boy his age may be walking outside of the city by himself.
Xingqiu could have turned in to the temple afterward, except for the blood on his garments. questions would be asked, Xingqiu would have to defend the honor of his oath to Guhua by proving his innocence and revealing what had happened...which would lead back to his parents. that simply would not do.
back home he went.
back home he is now, knowing that he can just as likely encounter the hired help in their mansion than he can dodge them — another test of his skill made barely a test at all, considering how much he relies on the many moving parts in their home to disregard him unless he calls for their attention.
Will was supposed to disregard him.
not that Xingqiu stops to linger and see who is moving in the first floor with him — to get to the second floor, to his room and shut the door would be more than enough to tell the hired help to leave him in peace, privacy a threshold that none shall cross. instead, he hears echoes of movement trailing him; he feels chased. he feels the air around him tense, the essence around him almost humid as water wishes to materialize in a slicing swipe around him but he — doesn't.
but Will cuts him off at the last hallway left before the stairs that ascend to his destination, he's intercepted — Xingqiu comes to a snapping halt, lungs tense, posture rigid with defense and eyes round on Will...face first, before he realizes...
the gratuitous amount of throat on display, collarbone, shoulders — the servant's entire torso is laid bare, exposing his build and musculature that has only ever been suggested at in the clothes his family outfits him in. Xingqiu makes one unfortunately obvious once-over from Will's face to navel (seeing marks that he can feel in his gut aren't his to see — some sort of brand on Will's arm he doesn't recognize, scars that look messy and aged, and a knotted thing rippling up his stomach that looks agonizing even now,) too distracted by the sheer amount of strange events occurring in one afternoon. his attention snaps back up to the man's face — expression blanched but quickly questioning. why...is Will half-undressed? Xingqiu's face feels hot, and he attributes the wave of heat to his overexertion from the last twenty solid minutes.
he's been addressed (Will called him Xingqiu, not entirely rude, but not typical in the slightest and clearly a slip up from his unmasked surprise,) and when Xingqiu returns back to the present moment, he watches as he is...being evaluated in return. )
—Why are you undressed? ( is the first thing that blurts out of Xingqiu's mouth, his mind spinning like a toy top, and he feels the momentum of it beginning to wobble. even better, why did Will come to chase him down? nothing seems to make sense anymore — ) I've not caught you conducting romantic affairs in the planned absence of my parents, I hope. Even if I have, I'd like for us to say I didn't.
I am home from the Guhua temple. I've finished practice for the day. ( it's now that he's either realizing the tension in his voice is beginning to wind a little too tightly, or it's the first time he's processed how his tone sounds. regardless, Xingqiu grapples for his cover. the words write themselves — and he is simply an instrument which they move through. otherwise, amber eyes look a little too distantly at Will, the round of his shoulders a little too stiff. )
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No, [ he continues. He's usually more polite, albeit just as blunt. He shrugs as if at a loss, swaying in place without ever quite taking a full step back. ] It's just hot.
[ Excuses or not, it's still a breach of etiquette. It's just that it's a breach that wasn't really a breach at all, because no one was supposed to be home right now. No one except Will and the cook and - what, it's Tuesday? So the secondary groundskeeper, the one that knows more about flowers than Will does. That had been why Will was staying inside the stuffy house itself in order to make repairs on the delicate work in the kitchen cabinetry. His scattered skills are always picked at by the newest households like vultures at a corpse - searching for the parts they didn't already own.
But Xingqiu is here for... This time, Will's eyes dart back down to that spot of blood on his shoe with a more obvious cant. ] It's funny. You're one of the few masters I've had that doesn't tend to lie.
[ He considers it another few moments, the breathlessness of Xingqiu, the spark in his eyes that's only going dull now that he's questioned, the way he actually seems so alive despite his reticence, now that Will is really looking at him. Some low wave of it all laps at his bare ankles. ] ...Looks like practice got a bit real today. And--
Fun.
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isn't it, though — even the shuttered screens have been pulled open on the windows, sheer silk curtains drifting sleepily with what little breeze wants to swim into the house, and even then, it's a warm sigh. Xingqiu feels the sweat on his own back accumulate, trickling down the divoting trench of his spine into the small of his back. it's a fair claim...
even hotter is his face, stormed with a flush from the horror of before, the shock of the present, and especially the building, pulsing pain in his cheek from the encounter, hidden on the side where his hair is kept longer. the hue of the blunt injury is masked by the flush in Xingqiu's cheeks as well, which...
feels like a painful burn the longer he stares at the servant before him, unclothed as he is, something about it so alien for being so far from lewd or offensive; Xingqiu's eyes drift back down Will's exposed collar again, chest, and then — bouncing back up to his eyes, all in a brief echo of the initial discovery. perhaps in disbelief, Xingqiu is reeling...it isn't entirely wrong. Will doesn't notice — Will's eyes are at his own feet. at the blood clinging to his shoes.
Xingqiu swallows against the dry-stickiness of his mouth and throat, brow pinching with the struggle of it. he's a smart one — his father has said this about Will before, very much with approval, sparking a curiosity in the younger heir about him. now, as Will begins to piece his remarks together, that curiosity has become a pit in Xingqiu's stomach. practice got a bit real —
and fun.
Xingqiu feels his stomach fall out through himself in a sudden drop.
a flash of cutting water slices from the air, not at Will — hardly. no, the blade of water strikes almost near neither of them, only in vague proximity; here in the hallway, it punctures the wall, slicing a decorative paper umbrella pinned to fill the space. )
—Draw me a bath. Now. ( he feels ill; he can't even look at Will's face, torso anything. he twists and slaps a hand on the banister to the stairs, jumping for the first step, only to...pause. )
...Please. ( tense still, but softer. he knows Will wouldn't say such a thing if he knew — he likely thinks it really might have been some courageous interception on behalf of a helpless adventurer, or a merchant with a stall somewhere between here and stone gate. and how Xingqiu wishes it were all otherwise from the truth.
he's being childish — he should be relieved, thankful for his Vision, his hard-earned fighting skill. he shouldn't feel so unbalanced from one single altercation, one that could have happened anywhere, perhaps always due to occur. Xingqiu shouldn't feel so—
scared.
Xingqiu rumbles up the stairs before he can hear any other sort of answer, because there really is only one answer the help gives when given a duty.
the bath room is a strange mix of luxury and modesty — its amenities hardly common, but nothing overly gaudy is demonstrated in design or aesthetic. the large wooden basin for bathing borders on therapeutic, with a hearth over a fire pit, and other pleasantries abound.
many of which often are foregone by Xingqiu on a typical day. he beats the servant to the room in time to begin undressing behind the opaque privacy screen set near rice paper-coated windows, fingers aching with pooling blood in his knuckles as he struggles to unfasten his brooch, the buttons on his clothes, eyes trapped in a middle distance as he works to get himself undressed while the sounds of a bath being prepared make the room feel uncomfortably large. )
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Will flinches at the noise further down the hall, and there is not a trace of hiding his reaction. He turns, at the waist and with feet following to skid through a half-circle, to look at the little cut in the wall, straight through a decorative umbrella. It's as he's turning back to Xingqiu that he hears the command.
Unusual, to have one snapped at him by this particular master. Xingqiu is neither completely thoughtful nor rude; he's rich and used to being listened to, but there has never been a sense of true dismissive fury or possession from him.
Will's brows pinch with reflected discomfort and his own. ]
...Sure. [ He says, to Xingqiu's rapidly-retreating back, as he disappears up the stairs at a pace that would need some lying to not call fleeing. To the empty air that suctions in after he's rushing off the landing, no longer visible: ] Whatever you say.
[ Will attacked his second master, once, right before being sold off. That's the only time he's ever seen one of his masters look scared.
The shakiness from the fear in the air transfers to Will's hands as he drags his shirt back on, as he climbs the stairs belated moments later with water buckets in each hand. A benefit of buying someone with as strange of a recording purchase history as Will had been his multiple skills - strong like a working servant, smart like one kept near books their entire life. He's filled the bath three-quarters of the way before Xingqiu is even done dressing, despite the young man having rushed his way upstairs.
It's occurring to Will again, obtrusively, inescapably, that the dots of blood on Xingqiu's shoe may not be everything. Ordinarily, he would assist with at least portions of the bathing - taking the dirty clothes away, bringing in fresh ones. Doing anything necessary to heat the water partway through, in winter (surely not needed for many months, now). Bringing refreshments--
There's a glass of ice water on the little bamboo table near the understated tub, wet with condensation from the gap in temperature. Will just has a feeling - as he gives his own dry swallow - that Xingqiu will want it, for all that he's never been particularly demanding during baths. It's here that he pauses before leaving for the last round of water. He speaks towards the wall across from the tub, not directly at the screen Xingqiu is behind.
Will flexes his fingers - his knuckles ache, and he can't tell which of them it's for. ]
Do you need help-- unfastening anything? [ Call it intuition, call it muscle memory. ]
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it's that he knows his parents are uncomfortable with him engaging in things that may give him an improper image. it's enough of an endeavor to hide the books he reads as if famished, to practice his craft, to write his book, to occasionally wield his Vision. he is coming so close to a natural emancipation, and the last thing he needs is to accrue the ire of loving, protective benefactors that have given him everything...and could take any of it away.
the real shame is having had to draw his blade, not being capable of negotiating with his attackers in time, successfully. unsheathing his sword had come to him too easily — so immediate, so simple, so intuitive. does that say something about him? from feeling overheated, Xingqiu can't help but sense a strange feeling of a steel-cold like a veneer over his skin.
exposed skin of his chest, back, and arms that he's managed to struggle free without doing more harm to his tailored clothing. he sways down to a small, low stool here behind the dressing screen, hands trembling weakly as he begins to strangle the buttons up his shin-height spats that cover over his shoes...
splattered in blood.
—Will's speaking, he realizes a little too late. Xingqiu takes an uncomfortable, still pause to let the words echo through his ears until they become fully consumed. between the waves are his thoughts: I have been proud to carry my sword. Have I relied upon violence too easily? Was it the correct choice to fight? Am I being reckless?
Xingqiu's breathing has been so shallow, he's finally aware of how suffocating it feels, and he takes a deep breath.
he doesn't want to look at the blood on his shoes again. )
...Yes, please. ( he hates how small his voice sounds, withered in a way he doesn't recognize in himself. his next exhale is a sharper one; he realizes his posture is nearly a cowed curve, and he forces himself a little more upright. )
My shoes, if you could... ( despite his adjusted posture, Xingqiu's gaze stays lowly adverted initially when he senses Will coming around from the obscuring side of the screen. ) Just the shoes. They'll need to be taken to be cleaned, as soon as is possible.
( it's an instruction, but all the confidence in even a respectable, neutral command is absent. when he looks up, he finds Will — dressed now, surprisingly, and it affords Xingqiu some surprise to realize he had time to clothe while fetching bath water. the curious part being that now, they've swapped places in that regard. it could be funny...but Xingqiu has lost any energy to expend on amusement for it. )
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In short: Will's never done this, actually. Not for Xingqiu; for his parents, occasionally, when their clothing is particularly layered or specific and they need help setting it perfectly on themselves.
But the offer felt necessary, and it's been accepted, and now it's an order. There is no stepping back from that.
Will walks around the opaque shade of the wooden screen, a spot he's only entered once someone was merely waiting on him to collect their leftover clothes - usually, after they'd already sat in the bath. Xingqiu is shirtless, which is something of a relief - it means he wasn't in fact hiding an injury so terrible he couldn't move enough for that - but Will's quick to look even when he's half-heartedly trying not to. There's a bruise against the outside of Xingqiu's forearm, his knuckles are beginning to purple, as he straightens back up he obscures the fact that there's the shade of either dirt or bruise by his shoulder blade--
Will blinks and kneels before he can notice anything else. ] ...This feels like the right time to mention that I never, um. I don't really pass every single expense along with reasonings to your parents. It'll just be another cleaning bill.
[ Xingqiu didn't ask, and it's dangerous to imply - withholding information, even information Xingqiu might not want shared, could still backfire. For so many reasons, it's a bad decision, but it's made by the heated twist in Will's stomach and the way some sort of tension that's beyond being caught trembles between Xingqiu's strained shoulders. His posture's faker than that time he kept his head up during a walk down the Commerce Guild - Will had only discovered later on that it had been to attend a formal meeting with what would eventually become Xingqiu's elder brother's entire team. Just politesse, especially for the second son, but he'd seemed so mentally distant Will had nearly drifted right off with him in sheer instinctive obedience--
Will doesn't register he's unbuttoned the entirety of Xingqiu's right shoe until he's run out of buttons. ]
--If you're injured, that's going to be harder to keep to yourself. [ Not between us; despite the knife of worry in between his own ribs, Will can't believe that Xingqiu knows or cares it's there. He breathes in around it and, after a moment of simply tugging, realizes he needs to put one hand up by Xingqiu's knee to guide him to raise his foot before he's going to make any progress getting this shoe off. ]
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