Draco is gifted to a fellow Slytherin as punishment. Harry doesn’t much like that.

An accident appears to change virtually everything for Harry and Draco, but then, it really changes nothing at all.

This is the slavefic. Boys in cages. AU. EPIC hurt/comfort (~200,000 words.) You have been warned. As [info]seimasin put it: this story definitely cannot be summed up in 100 words or less. Unless those words are "slaves! and shooting! and running! and angsting! and kissing! and more angsting! and a bunch of kids named Alex! did we mention the angst?

ABANDONED. When Harry comes to Hogwarts shortly after his eleventh birthday, he finds that money is not all that his parents left him. They also left him a slave, Severus Snape.

When James Potter rescues his rival from a slavery, he doesn't understand the responsibility he is taking on. Can a confused and resentful fifth year overcome his old animosity to help his former rival? Can an abused Snape accept his new role?

Captain Smith and his crew (Jon, Ryan) owe Jabba the Hutt a lot of money. They run all over the galaxy trying to earn it, picking up Brendon along the way. Cameos by the brothers Way, half of Fall Out Boy, Gabe Saporta, William Beckett. Bob Bryar and Greta Salpeter, depending on how you look at it. 21,413 words of Star Wars AU, originally intended for [info]bandombigbang. Enormous thanks to [info]heartequals and [info]hatoyona.

Adam knows that: (a) Kris is a good guy, (b) he can cook better than Allison, (c) he is cute, and (d) he has a knack for finding trouble. Looking at the tiny little dude, you wouldn’t think he could be anything but oh-so-harmless and cute—like Adam had at first—but no. It’s all a disguise. Kris is actually a magnet for weird shit.

Merlin AU: A long war during Merlin's formative years sparks in him the desire to be a Physician. And to pursue his dream, he undertakes an apprenticeship under Gaius, King Cendred's Court Physician who was formerly of the conquered Kingdom of Camelot. However, when he inevitably meets the King's Royal Hostage, Merlin comes face to face with a destiny that goes beyond his desire to be a Physician…

Jim Kirk knew he owed Gaila after the Kobayashi Maru, but liberating Orion dancers from a strip club hadn't exactly been what he'd had in mind.

In order to escape, they have to pretend that John is Ronon’s slave – and John learns something new about Pegasus galaxy. Also, blowjobs.

Waste not, want not. Which applies to former Shinra employees too.

Duo left this part of his life behind years ago, but some habits are hard to break.

Yosuke is a stray, and has always been pretty certain he didn't need a human or a pack of other dogs to look out for him. But when he takes too many risks in pursuit of a good time and lands himself in the pound, that choice -- and a lot of others -- gets taken away from him.

Little gray aliens aren't people, no matter how well they fake it. They can be domesticated, though. Might as well keep them around, right?

Terezi Pyrope is a Neophyte Legislacerator looking to lease an administrative assistant. She was not expecting to find Dave Strider, a secretarial asset with a sense of integrity as strong as her own. Dave Strider is a secretarial asset with "personality problems" that would have gotten him culled if not for his otherwise exemplary administrative abilities. He finds himself drawn into the quadrants of the would-be social reformer who leased him. He finds he is surprisingly Okay with this. Both their lives become interesting (in the curse sense) when the Heiress retains Pyrope and her team.

Sollux Captor, recently drafted into the Service of Her Imperious Condescension, discovers a secret community of Helmsmen hidden inside the Imperial communications network. Meanwhile on Alternia, Karkat Vantas is up to his goddamn nook in revolution.

"Hey—Elton John wants his planet back!"

Comment-fic for eliade, prompt: John/Rodney--slavery slavery slavery SLAVERY.

Kris stopped taking slaves to his bed after his father died; he let them think it was grief, and then he let them think it was the burden of ruling, but he'd hated it all along.

Gaila rescues her captain from slavers, but they want a show first. They get more than they bargained for. For Pornbattle IX.

Derek as Khal Drogo (but set in snow beyond the wall) and Stiles as Daenerys Stormborn (although he's a greenseer of the Children rather than a dragon)

"My name is Karkat Vantas," you say when the recording starts. "Imperial ID number 4136-1211-15201. I'm applying for status as a pail slave. I'm," you swallow hard to try to clear the lump from your throat, "I'm unfit for standard contribution due to abnormal hemotype, but I want to serve my Empire to the best of my ability. I understand the physical demands of the position and," your voice cracks, "I'm training to be better prepared for them. I swear to cooperate readily and faithfully with my assigned user. I surrender my body to Imperial custody. All hail Her Imperious Condescension, and all hail her glorious Empire."

Karkat comes to the Derse Dreamers as a gift. Not under the best of circumstances, but they make the best of it.

Evgeni doesn't want to be responsible for a slave. (AKA The Eagle AU that spends almost ZERO time north of the wall)

AU – Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinksi’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

Homo sapiens domesticus Humans (Homo sapiens domesticus) are short-lived primates of the family Hominidae, and the only existant species of the genus Homo. They originated in Africa, and spread to other continents of planet Earth within a megavorn. While fractious and warlike in their wild state, they are easily trained to a useful function.

The temporary fall and subsequent Maker be damned rise of Dorian Pavus.

The South is a wilderness of warring barbarian 'kings', raiding bands, bandits and other such creatures. Like every good citizen of the Imperium, Dorian Pavus despises the very thought of the place and all those savages who inhabit it, probably all sweaty and half-naked and... sorry, lost his train of thought for a moment there. Of course, most good citizens of the Imperium haven't just been captured by a group of said southern barbarians. (AU in which Hawke leads a raiding band, Dorian is the prize all his men are fighting over, Varric stands to make a lot of money off the betting pool, and Trevelyan is not the Inquisitor, he's a very naughty boy)

AU world, where mutants are government property, and The Losers just got assigned a new sniper

All of Vyrantium's noble elite were invited to Magister Maecenas' dinner party to view her prize collection of Qunari antiquities and make polite conversation. Dorian Pavus had resigned himself to a long and boring evening, but a few wrong turns was all it took to change that.

After saving an illegally enslaved apostate mage from an Orlesian noble, The Iron Bull finds himself with a new member of the Chargers. Dorian, his magic and his voice bound, is a beautiful and enigmatic addition to his team, and soon finds himself close to his new family. Swept up in the Inquisition after a plea from a friend, The Iron Bull and Dorian find themselves carefully dancing around the ideas of home, family, love, and what it means to truly be free. As The Iron Bull wrestles with the Qun and what it will cost him, Dorian comes to grips with his past as both Altus and slave, and together they begin paving the way for a future neither expected.

You'd thought your master's hive was grand, but it's nothing compared to the Imperial Palace. The building rears up before you, sweeping arches and high towers, black stone ornamented with garnet-colored tile. The banners snapping in the wind are brighter, though, a red so bright it looks unnatural: the banners of the Scarlet Emperor, newly risen, the first of his blood since the Signless Sunderer tore down the old empire and built the new one a thousand sweeps ago. Every noble in the Empire is coming to the Capital tonight, bringing gifts to demonstrate their allegiance and beg the new Emperor's favor. Your master is bringing you.

“Now about that gift I got you, remember how you’ve been all wistful about your concupiscent quadrants? Well I got you something to fix that.” “What,” Karkat said blankly. “Gamzee no, tell me you didn’t get me sex toys.” The good news is that it's not sextoys The bad news is that it's a person.

In a world where Zoro isn't even a person any more can he ever be free or manage to do anything more than just survive? He should have known that he'd be bought eventually but this... isn't what he'd expected. Zosan, updated weekly. All comments, thoughts and wild-mass-guessings welcome!

You are DAVE STRIDER, former secretarial asset, current forensitech and forever SWAG AS FUCK. You have been asked by your therapist to create a journal, and both of your girlfriends thought this was A REALLY GREAT IDEA DAVE, YOU SHOULD DO IT and YES, THIS IS AN EXCELLENT IDEA. I LOOK FORWARD TO FOLLOWING YOUR TROLLMBLR. Protesting that you already engaged in therapeutic venting through your RAPS and SICK BEATS fell on deaf ears. Welp. Looks like you have a blog. Time to get your socializing on.

Short fics originally posted to my Tumblr, edited and collected here.

It's not a secret that Charles was a slave, but it's also not a thing he talks about. It's a thing he'd confessed to Jack one night, when there had been a shipment of slaves in the harbor destined for the inland plantations. Charles had stared and then gone and drunk himself into a stupor. Jack had come to fish him out of a fight in the tavern and haul him back to his tent, stumbling and belligerent. He'd wiped Charles's brow, given him water, and said if I'm to be your keeper I at least deserve to know why you've gotten yourself into this state. And Charles had told him, words slurring together, not the specifics but the general idea.

Jango takes a job for the Mining Guild, reinforcing security around one of their mines. There are slaves in the mines, and one in particular who breaks everything in his world right open.

Fenris decides to write Varania a letter. It doesn't go well. At least, not at first. The reason for the T rating should be clear from the tags. There's no detailed discussion of any of it, and it's all in the past, but this just didn't feel like a G-rated story.

Anakin wasn’t sure how to ask, so he didn't. Instead, he waited until Master Kenobi fell asleep and stayed up to tinker in the dark, building his own scanner out of parts stolen from the trash. The chip was in his right thigh.

Anakin wasn’t sure how to ask, so he didn't. Instead, he waited until Master Kenobi fell asleep and stayed up to tinker in the dark, building his own scanner out of parts stolen from the trash. The chip was in his right thigh.

“It has to be earth,” a voice says, insistent, and A'Sharad pauses before he can round the corner, faintly surprised.