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[PART NINE] & Some News
Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...




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Hi, right now everyone is working on some changes so hold on new things are coming. In an effort to kick this place back into action, we're doing round 9. In a few days, we'll be setting up a fills post that hopefully will work directly for archiving and an overflow post. Also we'll be doing a friending meme at tsn_km_gather so be looking out for that. I know some of the other mods have plans of their own which will be coming soon.

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Eduardo/Mark, hurt/comfort slavefic

AU where slavery is accepted and Mark in takes slave!Wardo in because he feels sorry for him. Mark is aloof and awkward and doesn't really know what to do with Wardo, who's been through so much abuse in his life.

I want a broken Wardo, who's lived on his knees his entire life and doesn't quite know how to stand up anymore, conditioned to be completely submissive to his masters. Mark tries his best to fix him. Bonus points for abolitionist!Chris :D

Or basically anything as long as it is slaveficccc.

could-be fill

Do you want this to be in Facebook era?


i'd prefer an AU but really, anything is okay. I AM SO DESPERATE FOR THIS FIC ):

OP again - (Anonymous), 2012-06-11 02:07 am (UTC)(Expand)

Fill: Ones and Zeroes (1/?)

Not sure if this is what OP is after, it is not going to be as angsty as prompt suggests but fulfills the slavefic requirement trigger warning: mild implications of dubcon


Despite Chris' protestations, Mark had begrudgingly accepted the use of slaves in the Facebook offices as a means to an end. They could not expect the brightest and best coders, programmers, and business minds to be distracted by menial tasks that could easily be undertaken by an unpaid slave. It made business sense to ensure the smooth running of the office with a small team of indentured workers who could undertake cleaning and manual work - every other office or business in America was serviced by menial slaves. Even if Chris thought a forward thinking Web 2.0 company could do without their services Mark was not about to ask a paid employee to clean toilets or empty trash cans.

During the day, when the office was filled with the commotion of running a billion dollar company, the slave population of Facebook largely melted into the background. It was only later on, after anyone that had somewhere to be had left, that Mark noticed their presence a little more. Even then the slaves, after years of training, went largely unnoticed and Mark liked it because, like tonight, it gave him the solitude to get his work done.

Fill: Ones and Zeroes (2/?)

As he worked through a particularly difficult piece of code for the newsfeed, Mark's attention was pulled from his screen by a slight shift outside his window. It was not unusual to see the slaves working this late as they largely stayed out of the offices during the day, but what was strange was the way the particular slave flinched slightly as he moved. Slave training taught them to be light in step and most slaves walked with a soft shuffle, but this one had a more pronounced limp than Mark was used to.

Mark tried to turn back to his coding, but the slave had distracted him and he had lost his train of thought, thinking this may be a good time to take a break he stood and headed to the fridge in his office, only to be distracted again by a small noise.

Turning on instinct Mark saw that the slave had fallen heavily against the desk he had been cleaning and looked winded.

"Are you okay?" Mark called, "Do I need to call the on call supervisor?"

The slave's back stiffened and he fell to his knees, ignoring the pain from his fall and immediately taking the prostrate position that Mark had seen others assume for punishment. The slave's posture shifted slightly as he re-positioned himself, as if the correct stance was something Mark might comment on.

“Forgive me, Sir, I did not realise there was anyone here. I know better than to be a disruption,” The slave said, his tone soft from infrequent use. “I accept whatever punishment you deem necessary to correct my behaviour.”

Mark, who rarely dealt with slaves, was not sure how to address the slave and was not comfortable speaking to someone that only made eye contact with the floor.

“No need for punishments, I was away from my desk to take a break anyway,” Mark replied. He wanted to ask the slave to look at him when he spoke to him but was not sure it was appropriate. “Carry on with what you were doing.” He continued when it was clear the slave would not move without permission.

The slave stood and it was almost fluid, but there was a slight tension as he lowered his head. Mark reached out impulsively and tugged down the collar of the boy’s standard grey uniform shirt. The boy flinched as Mark exposed his collar and the slightly raised welts that were causing him pain.

“How did this happen?” Mark asked.

“Master Parker felt I required correction,” the slave responded evenly, his eyes never rising from the floor. There was no emotion in his voice as he answered, none of the anger that Mark felt welling inside him.


“I failed to carry out my duties.”

“And so he beat you?” Mark asked, the revulsion clear in his tone.

“I deserved to be punished.” The boy said, his tone so matter of fact that Mark felt he truly believed the words as he spoke them.

“And do you work for Sean Parker often?” Mark continued.

“I was re-assigned after my punishment, Sir.” The boy replied, and Mark was sure there was a tone of regret in his voice. As if serving Sean was an honour, it made Mark feel slightly sick and lowered his opinion of Sean. He wanted to ask if the boy had liked working for Sean, if this was worse compared with the work he had been doing but that led him to a slight ill feeling as he wondered just what duties it was that Sean, who rarely did any work at the office, required of him.

“Well, I won’t keep you from your new duties,” Mark replied.

The slave nodded as Mark released his shirt collar and picked up the cleaning supplies he had dropped previously.

“What is your name?” Mark surprising himself by asking. This was the longest exchange he had with any of the slaves, possibly longer than the conversations he had with many of his staff and he realised that he didn’t even know who the boy was.

“Eduardo, Sir.” The slave required.

“Well, thank you, Eduardo,” Mark said. The slave looked up at that, startled by the thanks before remembering his place. His head fell again and he turned his back, returning to his task.

Mark continued on to the kitchen, grabbing a can of redbull before heading back to his code.

He turned his computer off five minutes later when it was clear that he would not fix this, his mind was too busy trying to find a brief glimpse of humanity in the haunted brown eyes that remained with him all the way back to his condo.

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Re: Fill: Ones and Zeroes (3/?) - xbriyeon, 2012-06-17 10:33 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: Fill: Ones and Zeroes (3/?) - jasmasson, 2012-06-18 02:37 am (UTC)(Expand)
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Re: Fill: Ones and Zeroes (3/?) - (Anonymous), 2012-06-18 09:31 pm (UTC)(Expand)


“Um, guys, this is Eduardo.”

Mark steps aside, revealing the young man who’s been hiding behind him. Taller, but looking worlds smaller, the tan-skinned young man stands with his chin pointed to the floor and his arms folded behind his back. He’s not wearing anything but a loose pair of pants tied with rope around the waist; that’s how Mark, er… purchased him. Not that he’s a slave-owning kind of guy, but Eduardo just looked so… sad. Even the emotionally impaired Mark could see the pain he was obviously in.

“…Uh?” Chris looks over from his desk and slits his eyes at Mark, looking at him with something that might be disgust. Mark should have expected it; Chris never shuts up about anything but freeing the slaves! He’s one of those people that goes around with picket signs outside of auction houses, and, well, here Mark is with a slave. “I think we should talk about this, Mark…”


They disappear into the glass-paneled office. Eduardo stands helplessly in the middle of the room. Most of the employees are still fast at work at their consoles; the only noises in the room are the air conditioner and the relentless tapping of the keys.

Even Dustin, the ever-enthusiastic ginger, blinks at Eduardo, quiet. He decides to wave. “Hello, Eduardo.”

In reply, the slave nods his head once; his eyes don’t raise from the floor. He’s so thin.

In the office, Chris closes the door and faces Mark with his arms crossed. “You want to explain why you bring a – a half naked human into the office?”

Mark shrugs. “Bought him.”

“You… bought a slave?”


Mark shrugs. “Bought him.”

LOL, i love how casual he is about it. Loving this, anon.

fill anon - call me 'D' - (Anonymous), 2012-06-11 07:32 pm (UTC)(Expand)



What he’s not ready for, for sure, is a sopping wet, towel-less Eduardo, standing silently, hands behind his back – is he trained to do that all the time or something? – waiting for an invitation. Or an order. Mark gently waves him inside. Eduardo’s dark hair is matted to his head, damp strands hanging in front of his eyes. He’s slightly built, not a weakling by any means. And he looks absolutely terrified.

Mark takes a step closer, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sir,” the slave is too quick to reply.

“Oh – Eduardo.” Mark sighs, not wanting to push it, holding up the clothes he’s picked out for him. “Uh, I hope these will fit you, I’m pretty tiny.”

Eduardo nods. Does the guy ever talk? He takes the shirt from Mark’s hands, gingerly, pulls it over his damp head and sticks his arms through. The underwear and pants follow. Each move is rehearsed and calculated, like they’ve been forcibly ingrained into his head. Eduardo keeps looking around the room, as if searching for escape routes, his eyes keep falling towards the bed and – oh no, he didn’t think…?

“Are you hungry?”

Eduardo looks up. “Pardon me, Sir?”



“I asked if you were hungry. I don’t know when you last ate and – well, you can’t be going hungry.”

Eduardo stands there and stares at his hands like he doesn’t know if he should answer or not.

“Eduardo –“ Mark repeats carefully, “would you like some food?”

“Yes, Sir. I mean – please, Master.”

Mark sets his lips in a thin line, shaking his head. “Eduardo, call me Mark.”

Eduardo stares – his eyes are full of fear. He’s clearly not comfortable with that – it’s probably been beaten into his head never to address a master by their first name, and oh, right, Mark’s a master now.

“Alright,” Mark sighs. “Call me Sir. Just not ‘Master’, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, I’ll ask again, are you hungry?”

“Yes, sir.”

Maybe being CEO of the most successful internet company in the world has given him some kind of practice at giving orders. Not that he’d need it with someone as shy and meek as Eduardo, who tiptoes after him to the kitchen. Literally tiptoes – he walks on his toes which is probably supposed to make him look more attractive, or taller, Mark doesn’t mention it. If it’s a habit, he’ll address it later.

“What do you like to eat, Eduardo?”

“I don’t know.”

“Eduardo,” Mark repeats, “what do you like to eat?”

But the poor thing just stares. Undoubtedly he’s not used to thinking about his own preferences.

“Chicken it is,” Mark shrugs.




Dinner is served twenty minutes later on two steaming plates. Eduardo really doesn’t do anything without being told; Mark has to guide him to sit down in the chair and do begin eating. It’s kind of exhausted, and painful to look at him, stiff and frightened and so robbed of his spirit. Damn it, when did Mark start thinking in such awful metaphors?

Eduardo eats carefully and meticulously while Mark digs in like a wolf. They don’t speak to eachother – hell, Eduardo barely looks up. Mark can’t imagine what kind of master would want a slave that’s so disconnected.

Slave. The word makes him cringe. Despite all of Chris’ activism, he’s been avoiding the subject as much as possible. Since he’s been a kid, he’s been taught that slaves are dispensable – he’s lived with seeing them work in the shops and restaurants he goes to, he’s even sat by while watching them get beaten. It’s been normal. Like the way you don’t think about where the meat you eat comes from. He doesn’t like to think about it and, really, it doesn’t affect him. Or it hasn’t, but now, with Eduardo sitting across from him, with those sad, hauntingly human eyes…

After dinner, they watch the news. Or Mark watches the news and Eduardo sits beside him, looking down at his lap and twiddling his fingers discreetly. Mark can’t think of anything to do or say that would make him feel more welcomed.

Oh, shit, where is Eduardo going to sleep? The guest room is hardly presentable, but then again, Mark’s never cared and it surely has to beat what Eduardo’s contended with before. “You can, um – you know what, follow me.”

The guest room is spartan; the floor is the same hard wood, the bed’s a wooden post with a cream duvet and there’s a bookshelf with some old textbooks and novels that don’t fit in Mark’s bookcase in his bedroom. On top of the blue duvet is a woven quilt for colder nights and a stack of pillows. There’s a sidetable with a stack of coasters and piled old magazines. It's mostly a storage room since Mark doesn't have guests, but it's undoubtedly the best accommodations Eduardo'e ever had.

Re: UNTITLED FILL 1e/? - (Anonymous), 2012-06-13 01:56 pm (UTC)(Expand)
Re: UNTITLED FILL 1e/? - (Anonymous), 2012-06-13 02:16 pm (UTC)(Expand)


you know what i'm too lazy to anon myself right now so HI I AM DOOR YOUR NO-LONGER-ANON FILLER.

“You may sleep in here, Eduardo. The bed is yours – I’m sorry it’s not made.”

Eduardo’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates as he stares around the room. He’s in awe. He takes a step in, almost frightfully, like it might be booby-trapped. “This…” he whispers, “all of this is mine? I can sleep in the bed, sir?”

“Of course, Eduardo. I would hardly have made you sleep on the floor.”

The light’s dancing on Eduard’s brown eyes in a way that Mark doesn’t recognize. Eduardo’s facial muscles twitch with a spasm of several emotions all at once, then settle back to their cool normalcy. “Thank you, sir,” he whispers. “you are very kind.”

If only you knew that I’m an asshole and also a robot, Mark thinks. But he nods, smiling. “I think you need some sleep. You’ve had a big day. If you need to use the bathroom in the night, it’s just across the hall, but please turn the light off on your way out.”

With that, Mark leaves him. He locks himself up in his own room and pulls out the big manila folder that he’d been given when he’d purchased Eduardo. The fat sheath of papers contain his medical records and other basic information. The first paper, on top, is the contract Mark signed upon the transaction, that he didn’t actually read much of, more or less promising to provide basic care for the slave in his possession. Undoubtedly, ‘basic care’ could be slimmed down to only food and water, which allowed the abusive owners to get away with all kinds of horrors.

Paperclipped to the front of the “purchase” form was a worn photo. It was Eduardo, staring forlornly at the camera like he might a mugshot. His hair was longer, but his eyes looked the same dull grey-brown. How long had he been broken like this?

Flipping through again, Mark found more records; immunization forms and basic medical history. Nothing interesting – until he comes across some commentary forms from his previous masters. Eduardo’s had five, at least there are five forms here, and they say mostly the same things. Quiet, obedient, submissive, demure.won’t give you any trouble, and one that makes Mark cringe; he’s too scared to step out of line, but if he does, a good beating will set him right back in to place.

(I don't know where else to ask this and it's my fill so I guess it's safe and no one on my tumblr seems to be interested; anyone want to get down with a slave RP? *_*)

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His alarm goes off at seven in the morning. Mornings. Mark hears the clinking of plates in the kitchen, thinks he must have an intruder before he remembers – oh, right, the slave. Erm. Eduardo. He takes a piss and heads into the kitchen. Fuck.

Eduardo’s naked. He’s naked, bent over the counter, wiping it clean. Bacon is frying on a pan on the stove and there’s already a plate on the table piled high with pancakes. For a second, Mark thinks he could get used to this, and then he’s sickened at his own thoughts.


Eduardo flinches, slamming his head up into the bottom of the cabinet overhanging the counter. “Aaah!” he shouts in pain, ducking out, clutching the back of his head with both hands as he spins around to face Mark, “Sir! I – I’m – I’m so sorry, you – I didn’t hear you – you startled me, I… I’ve been…”

“Eduardo! Calm down.” He’s so fearful. What could possibly have made him this way?

Eduardo stares at Mark and then sinks down to his knees, legs smacking the tiled floor. He lowers his head and whispers “I apologize, Master.”

Mark takes a step back – how the hell is he supposed to respond to that? “Eduardo,” he whispers, “you haven’t done anything wrong. Eduardo, look at me, not at the floor.”

Eduardo lifts his head, but his eyes look either at Mark’s chest or his forehead. Either he’s too afraid to look into Mark’s eyes or he’s been trained not to – or both. Mark steps forward, reaches out – Eduardo flinches – and cups the young man’s chin. He doesn’t know how to do this… this… caring or encouraging thing. He really must have been out of his mind when he was getting a slave.

Mark bends down onto one knee, looks at the poor slave boy’s face. “I’m not upset with you, Eduardo. You made this breakfast?”

“Of course, sir.”

“I never said you had to…”

“I always make breakfast for my master in the morning, sir,” Eduardo whispers. “If you don’t like pancakes and bacon, I-“

“No, Eduardo, it’s wonderful. Thank you.”

Eduardo’s eyes widen, like he’s not even used to being thanked for his troubles. “Now,” Mark says, “come and sit with me; you’re going to eat too.” He stands up and, followed by the slave boy, takes a seat at the table. Eduardo quickly wolfs down a pancake and immediately begins to clean again, like he always has to be doing some sort of chore. Mark sighs, clearing his plate before getting to his feet.

“Come on, Eduardo, we’re going to be late.”

“Come on where, sir?”

“To work. You’re coming with me.”

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Yep. Total disgust on his face, even Mark can tell. “It’s not like that, Chris. He… I did it to save him.”

“Mark – how does that even make sense?”

Mark sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You told me to go over to the auction house, right? That it would ‘change me’ and ‘get me to support the cause’?”

“Yes, because you’ve been considering it mostly irrelevant.”

Mark sits down, sighing and rubbing his hands over his face. He looks through the glass at Eduardo, who’s still standing in the same position. “I had to save him from that, Chris. I’d have saved all of them if I could. I had to get him out of there.”

“So Mark Zuckerberg actually does have emotions, huh?” Chris asks, but his tone isn’t entirely hostile. He sits down on the char across the table, glancing out at Eduardo, standing with his shoulders drooped, perfectly still, like he’s afraid of being beaten if he even shuffles his feet. “What did you see?”

“Oh, most of it was fine, if you like jail cells and cages. Eduardo, though, he… he just looked broken. Like he wouldn’t make it through being sold again. I had to save him.”

“Mark-“ Chris screws his eyes shit and rubs the bridge of his nose, “I don’t think this was the best idea. What the hell is going to happen when people find out that Facebook has a slave?”

“They don’t need to find out.”


“Alright, alright! I… I don’t know, he can live in my apartment with me, but he’s here now and I need to take him home and give him some clothes, food and a nice bath.”

Chris closes his eyes, tired, and exhales so his shoulders slump. “Alright, Mark, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”


Eduardo doesn’t make a sound the whole car ride. In fact, he hasn’t said a word since Mark asked him his name – “Eduardo, sir,” – and his age – “twenty-five, sir.” It’s a little worrying, even for someone like Mark who isn’t a talker.

He hurries Eduardo, still shirtless, onto the elevator and up to his apartment. “You – um, sit on the couch,” he instructs awkwardly, met with immediate obedience. “No – wait, go to the bathroom, it’s the second door on the right in the hallway.” Without his expression even changing, Eduardo stands up and patters off. Mark rifles through his drawers for something that will fit Eduardo’s tall frame, finds a baggy sweater and some pajama pants. He follows the slave into the bathroom and draws the shower water.

Eduardo stares blankly.

“Eduardo – I want you to get into the shower. Uh, take your pants off and get under the water.”

Eduardo’s so much more obedient than his employees. It doesn’t please Mark, though; in fact, it’s a little disturbing. “Um, wash yourself up and then come to my bedroom, kay?” He’s kind of glad to get out of there, to hurry back to his own room and change his clothes. What he’s done hasn’t really sunk in – he’s taken a human into his house when he can’t even keep a goldfish alive (he’s tried).


“Um, wash yourself up and then come to my bedroom, kay?”

come to my bedroom

Let the misunderstanding begin!

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okay my comments are messing up ad i have no idea if my second part procesed so i'll check back later and IF IT WENT THROUGH TWICE I AM SORRIES