(( This is a prompt for Dirk wherein he works with recovering victims of human trafficking and is acting as a temporary caretaker for one of their most recent cases. This is geared toward recovery and hurt/comfort, but due to the nature of the roleplay, it's in NSFW for content. No smut will be present in this, at all, and no romance without plenty of development. Any characters are welcome, but please run your choice by me first. Let me know if there’s anything else that needs discussing and enjoy. )) God, how did he get roped into this? Dirk was considered a prodigy all throughout his high school and university years; there was no doubting his skill was as genuine as they came, but alongside intelligence came egotism, and with a sensitivity to even the slightest changes in a situation but in people especially, there was a tendency to, as one of his old professors had put it with a healthy dose of stark amazement, "play puppetmaster." If something didn't go exactly as he'd calculated, Dirk would crumble almost instantly, and this was very, very much NOT according to plan. The actual plan? In brief, it entailed joining a special subdivision of the police department, gaining acclaim and the respect of his peers and superiors, being promoted, and enjoying as much notoriety as he could get. This? This was glorified babysitting detail. In retrospect, Dirk knew it was bound to happen eventually, but he had hoped it could have waited until he had more of a foothold in his career, not when he was so green he smelled like a fresh meadow breeze, but there was no help for it now and he would have to take his assignment like the adult he claimed to be. His department worked with human trafficking; more specifically, tracking down victims and separating them from the people that handled them. Dirk mostly worked with the technological aspects of each case with no hurry to have any part in doing the dirty work, but the clean-up crew had come looking for him regardless. It was more often than not the responsibility of a network of safehouses to take in and rehabilitate the victims that were often traumatised and suffering from a great deal of abuse and battering. However, once those resources were tapped out, it was up to the members of the police department themselves to give those victims a place to stay, and as luck would have it, Dirk was slated to be the caretaker of their latest recovery. Joy upon joys. It had to be some cosmic joke that Dirk Strider, resident stone-faced techmonkey and manipulative bastard, as proclaimed by those of his peers eager enough to make an enemy of him, would be put in charge of all things domestic and mothering. Toddlers caught one glimpse of his awkward fumbling in the face of anything even resembling the terror of "emotions" and screamed bloody murder, for god's sake. If there was anyone, anyone out there less suited for a job that took tact and delicacy, it would be him. Try telling that to his hardass of a captain; every complaint of Dirk's fell onto deaf ears, and there was nothing left to do now but square his shoulders, man the fuck up, and hope he didn't cause too much irreparable damage. After he'd gotten word that his charge was going to arrive later on in the evening, thankfully sedated for the ease of transportation, Dirk took to alternating between pacing the floor of his apartment and attempting to clear away the clutter of disembodied robotic limbs and gutted torsos with the wires still unattached and sticking out like innards he'd left lying around from the tinkering he did in his spare time. Finally, one of his female colleagues notified him that she was on his metaphorical doorstep and they were brought in, a plainly malnourished thing whose name he'd been informed of in their case file, though he was hard-pressed to recall it now. Though he had a spare room left abandoned since his younger brother had flown the nest, the two of them worked together to settle Sleeping Beauty on the couch with a pillow and blanket he'd managed to scrounge up from a linen closet filled to the brim with swords. At last, that part of his job was complete. Dirk bid goodbye to his coworker and settled on the floor nearby to fill out the requisite paperwork in order to finalise the arrangement of him having legal responsibility for the survivor until they were deemed rehabilitated and fit to rejoin society. He couldn’t help but wince at the wording of that, chewing absently on the cap to his pen as he marked his signature and initials in the appropriate place. Once that was finished, he passed the time waiting for them to wake by continuing to piece together one of his latest mechanical projects, one that was unfortunately slow going due to his numerous trips to the kitchen and back. Shit, he really did have a problem with stress eating. Not that he wouldn't eagerly go to his death before admitting it to anybody, mind, but it was a problem he could at least acknowledge in the privacy of his own thoughts, thank you very god damn much. Finally, after what felt like hours but what likely wasn't nearly that long, he was alerted to a sound that had him dropping his third consecutive glass of Orange Crush in order to rush back into the living room where his charge waited, apparently awake and alert. "Oh, wow, uh, hey there. Welcome to the waking world." Shit, now was the time to say something befitting of a caretaker. "Listen, I know you're probably ten kinds of disoriented right now, but there's no need to worry. You're safe now." Oh, god damn, the shades, he still had his shades on. Dorky pointed anime sunglasses were not what one would consider professional eyewear, and Dirk mentally kicked himself as he slid them off and into his back pocket, leaving the warm gold of his irises visible. It made him feel odd. Exposed. He'd get over it; there was no way it could be worse than what they must have been experiencing now. Belatedly, he realised that this was probably time for him to make introductions. "My name's Dirk Strider. I’m with the police and I'm the one you’re going to be staying with for a while. Not long, hopefully, just enough so that we can be sure everything's... uh, shipshape." Shipshape? Holy fuck, was he ever bombing this. "Is there anything I can get for you? Food and water’d probably sound nice about now, yeah?" Nailed it.
((Kingdomstuck AU! Looking for any Strider (no genderbends please) to play a Dersite royal to my servant Jake (though he's a servant for another kingdom). For smut, 18+ only please! As far as kinks go, I'm fine with anything except bathroom stuff and vore. Everything else is a go so long as you ask/let me know! If you have any questions, feel free to ask me when you connect.)) Prospit is a lovely place, and a grand kingdom. It has just about everything Jake wants, however it lacks one thing. Having grown up in the golden kingdom, and being the servant of the extremely kind royal family, Jake had been able to explore the kingdom to his heart's content! The problem is that after a few years, there's hardly anything left to explore! He's positive that every nook and cranny has been seen by him, and that just wouldn't do.Sadly, it had to do, whether the strapping young man liked it or not. Being a servant meant he had certain restrictions to the kingdom. He did have one thing to look forward to. There was to be a ball held at the Prospit castle. Why was he looking forward to it? Definitely not the people. Jake never was fond of crowds, and was honestly a bit of a loner. He does have Jane to talk with, at least. She's always a ball to chat with and he appreciates her company from time to time! Being part of a royal family leaves her little to no dilly dallying time, so it's nice to see she she still leaves time for him. But no. The ball may have Jake's interest, but it's what he heard while helping the maids ready the ballroom that piqued his interest. Apparently there will be officials from Derse attending. This would be a first, since the neighboring kingdom was usually rather hostile towards Prospit. Of course, that didn't bother Jake at all. It was Derse. He had never been there, despite it being so close. Less than a day's ride there and back. The king and queen would never allow a servant to visit the rival kingdom, but.. Oh, think of all the things he could discover there! It's a whole new land of adventure! The ball is in a few days, so surely he could go to Derse, have a look around, and then be back with plenty of time to spare! There are obstacles to overcome, though. First he would need permission from the king and queen to leave for a day or two. Well, it should have been an obstacle! After an hour of pacing in the servant's quarters to gather the courage to ask, they said it would be just fine. They didn't even ask why! While this is good and makes things easier, it's a tad upsetting. He had been hoping for more of a challenge, to be quite honest! However, this is hardly a thing to be disappointed over. He has an adventure to prepare for. It didn't take long for Jake to get dressed in proper travel clothes and get a pack together before heading for the stables. There was one particular horse that was his own. Well, he didn't own it technically, since it belongs to the royal family, but he helped raise her so she tends to prefer him over other riders. He also named her! Jane insisted that Ace was no name for a mare, but that didn't sway Jake's decision! Ace seems perfectly content with her name. Then again. She's also a horse and probably doesn't have the foggiest idea what he says, but no matter. He's sure if she did she would approve.When he gets to the stables he goes up to her, smiling before offering her a carrot. "Been quite some time since we had ourselves a day off, ey?" He gets her ready and climbs on and he's off. It takes a few hours to get to Derse, but once he's there he's shocked. He always knew it was a dark kingdom, but cheese and fucking crackers he never imagined this. It was beautiful in its own way, and is shrouded in a sort of mystery that had Jake on the edge of his seat. Well. Saddle. He gets off Ace and walks with her into the kingdom. Sadly, it only takes a couple of minutes for a guard to stop and question him. Seeing no reason to lie, Jake admitted being from Prospit. That seemed to be a bad move. The guard called for more and Jake decided that this was hardly a decent situation to be in. He jumped onto Ace and they took off down the streets. Yes. He's running from the law of the kingdom he's visiting. Holy moly is this a tad bit aggravating! He's simply visiting, and not causing any harm. Still, he's aware that running away is a poor idea, but he'd rather not risk stopping at this point in the chase. Besides, it's giving him feelings he hasn't felt in a long time. The adrenaline, the fear of being caught doing something he shouldn't be doing, and many more things. Cripes he's boned once Ace gets tired. Luckily for him, she seems to be having as much of a blast as he is! He leads her in the direction of a wall, one she could easily jump, and she does. "Atta girl!" It's all fun and games until Jake realizes just where he and his trusty steed are. Right by the castle. It takes his breath away just looking at it. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the line of guards ahead and he barely stops Ace in time, almost running them over. That would have been one doozy of a red rover game! If only the guards shared his enthusiasm. He's pulled from Ace, who is taken away, though he heard a guard mention the stables so he's none too worried. And Jake? Well, he's taken to the dungeon. Now the adrenaline is gone and the fear and worry begin to sink in. "Well... this isn't exactly the capital adventure I had hoped to have." He frowns and pulls at the chains holding his wrists. This is a bit much, isn't it? Outside his little cell he hears a guard telling another to go get someone. He doesn't catch the name or anything, but now the worry is growing. Who is going to be coming? What should he do? His eyes start to water up and he shakes his head. No! This is no time to be a blubbering baby. He knows that, and yet... It's just hard to not be scared out of his wits right now, and the sound of someone approaching hardly helps. This is it. Curtains for Jake English. Never to adventure again. Talk about cruddy.
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