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Toxic Rocketshipping: Jessie Makes James Her Sex Slave WTF (part one of three)
This is one of the very few times I tried to write a Jessie x James fic.
And in the proud tradition of Team Rocket, I fucked it up royally.
Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; sexual assault; gross misunderstanding of slavery; possibly uncomfortable discussions of romance; Stockholm syndrome mistaken for love; bizarre focus on James’s virginity (why); Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; out-of-character behavior for James and Meowth; absolute character assassination of Jessie; Jesus Hades Christ twelve!me tortured James a lot in fic (seriously what the fuck)
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(James's point of view)
The trouble started when Jessie bought me.
Yes, that's right, she bought me.
I don't know how she did it. She even had a title deed written up for me.
I skimmed the deed. Something caught my eye. It was a word. Two words, actually.
"Sex slave."
I was Jessie's sex slave?! Didn't she know I valued my virginity?
What exactly did a sex slave do, anyway?
I was about to find out.
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The horrible abuse started the night after Jessie bought me. She touched me in places that were inappropriate. It was really uncomfortable, but for some reason, I didn't try to break away.
Was I becoming a weak slave?
I realized I wasn't becoming weak. I was already weak. I thought that answered my question.
It didn't.
I soon realized why I was letting Jessie do all these things to me.
I was beginning to fall in love with her.
I didn't know why I was in love with Jessie. She had abused me so much, I should've hated her.
I couldn't, somehow.
I didn't want to get on her bad side, so I let her do whatever she wanted to me and did whatever she told me to. It wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I wasn't very smart.
I'm lucky she didn't do it with me. I wouldn't be a virgin right now.
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(Meowth's point of view)
Jessie started taking James into her room a lot. I knew James was her sex slave, so she was probably "exploring" his body.
One night, James came out of Jessie's room and came into the room that he and I shared. He was trembling and crying.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Jessie made me strip right in front of her. I refused, so she ripped off my clothing. I've never been so humiliated in my entire life," James said between quiet sobs.
"Why did she do that?! That's an invasion of privacy!" I was angry.
"I'm her sex slave. She'll do that if I don't do what she says," James whispered.
"She has no right to make you strip if you don't want to," I said.
"Yes, she does, Meowth. She bought me. She has a title deed and everything." James produced two sheets of typed paper. One was a contract and the other was a title deed.
"Where's the 'everything'?" I asked.
"Right here," James said. He took out his sex slave identification card, a name tag, and an identification bracelet.
"Jessie has so much control over you, she's got you defending her when she's violating your rights. You need to stand up to her," I said.
"I just don't know how. And even if I did, I couldn't," James said.
"Why not?" I asked.
No answer.
"James, is there something you're not telling me?" I asked.
"I just can't stand up to Jessie, that's all."
"Why can't you?"
"Because….I love her," James said. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. I was sorry I pushed him to answer.
"Even after she did all those awful things to you?" I said, in a softer voice.
James nodded and the tears ran down his lovely face.
"But if you love her, why haven't you told her?" I asked.
"Because I don't want to love her. I don't know how I do. It's just a weird feeling. I can't explain it," James said. "I didn't even want to fall in love." He started to cry silently.
"It's okay. You can't help your feelings," I said, comforting James.
"I thought that if I let her do whatever she wanted with me, I wouldn't get on her bad side so there would be a chance she would love me too and stop doing these things to me," said James.
"That won't help. She'll just be like, 'okay, I can do whatever I want with you,' and she won't stop, she'll get worse," I said.
"So how am I going to stand up to her?" James asked.
I had to admit, I had no freaking idea.
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Moral of the story: Living beings are not property. They are certainly not real estate.
An Angband headcanon
Angband is designed to be horrific, an abomination of architecture and iron that just looks plain wrong to any incarnate except orcs. It’s a twisting labyrinth of Escher-esque horrors -a contorting mess that would make anyone violently sick if they tried to map it out if they were anything less than a maiar.
Everything in Angband is horrific. Everything except him.
Mairon is beautiful. A single spot of beauty and order in the Iron Hells.
And that draws the elves to him. And they can’t help it. Really they can’t. But he makes something in their hindbrains scream safety in the midst of all the chaos. All they have to do to stay near him is follow his rules. And of course, if the rules get broken, punishment follows.
Its kinder for him to punish them than abandon them to the endless twisting corridors to be picked off by orcs and... other things.
He lets them stay near him, lets them have important roles in his experiments, lets them be useful to him down in the mines.
And they love him for it.
captor, sweet captor
(everyone thinks you're crazy, Ginny!)
He's horrid.
He reeks of death.
She hates him.
Captor, sweet captor, says Ginny, as he lays his head upon her lap, her hand trailing through the dark curls. If you love me, will you set me free?
so, i wrote another thing for QLFC this week. prompt was the song 'something there' from beauty and the beast, but i could not bring myself to write fluff, so here we are. it's tom riddle x ginny weasley, which is not something i thought i'd ever write. it's a kinda weird oneshot. if you can't tell from the pictures, it doesn't turn out too well. anyway. i haven't cross-posted all of my oneshots over to ao3, so it's on ffn only until i sit down and move them all.