#slaveverse

“I've never say that you could go.”

((I just translated poorly the sentence from English to Japanese on Google Translate, so if there are mistakes that's totally normal, you're of course free to correct me but know that.))

Here's Habu design. Habu's an alternative from Diz, here from SlaveVerse by @unknowntalesbymiles, a very cool and interestingly build alternative timeline that I highly recommend you to go discover ! ((Drop #1Dad 4ever))

CW: Slavery, Omegaverse

The idea was sparked by this gorgeous piece of fan art made by @raikovart

I too am a big fan of The Golden Lord by @nomanono, though admittedly I didn’t realize it existed until after I wrote the first chapter of Snow Angel.

[TRIGGER WARNING: slavery, slaveverse kink]

blindeyedmastermind

David had never thought himself a slave owner.

And, to be honest, he was regarded as a bit of an oddball for that in his social milieu - upper middle class, successful people like himself were expected to flock to auctions like fashionistas to haute couture events - only, perhaps, with a little more discretion.

/Especially/ in his case. A man who had separated, and was now living alone in such a big house was expected to want… /Company/.

But despite all he knew, all the laws, official and unofficial, that made serving time in slavery an acceptable way for some people to clear their debts to society, and ensure a modicum of safety they might not have benefited from in other circumstances, it just didn’t seem right to him.

Still, he couldn’t deny that he had been curious, and so, when yet another invitation had been extended to him, he had RSVP’d, and now… 

Now he was driving back home, and there was a man sitting in the backseat of his car.

All because of that striking face, which had got him interested in what was going on with this particular auction in the first place… And then because he knew the man who had first expressed an interest - and he knew he didn’t want him to own anyone. Of course, he could not stop him from buying another slave… But at least, now, he had- well, he had Mr Le Chiffre .

David looked up into the rear view mirror at the man in question, who had been keeping silent the whole drive - just like he had. And he just realised that had been quite unwelcoming on his part.

He tried a smile in the little curved mirror.

“We’re almost there,” he told him. “Sorry, I’ve been a little silent… Nothing against you, I promise. Oh, here’s the house,” he said, pointing at it. A few more seconds, and he pulled into the driveway.

Red has never seen the outside of the building he lived in. Never in his life as he stepped foot outside and got a chance to be in the sun. Never. Nor would he. His fingers rubbed a bit against his skin, wishing he had better clothes then the rags but - right shut up. Can't think about that. Mother will be displeased. With a deep breath, Red walked forward fixing his hair from his face, hearing her call, "Red. Come. Meet our guest!"

Crowley was in his cell today, like most of the slaves stay in his cells cause today the 'master' play poker, after all, he didn't like many slaves walking around the house while he was playing poker with his wonderful friends, guests, well, had no much to complain, Crowley had the suits he liked all the little things he cared, he just knew that things would change.

Noticing a strange movement in the corridor which was all the slaves, Crowley just stood in silence and watched, watched as his master open his cell door and a man beside him also examined the status-This is your new owner- was what the master spoke, pointing to the other man.

"wha?... Who are you?"

You both like mormorbrook, morbrook, severich, omegaverse, and bdsmlock.

You: Richard was curled up in the corner, in his little bed. The collar around his neck dug in slightly, but he barely noticed anymore. He was napping while he waited for his Master to come back; his new Master, someone who took him in after he'd been taken and hurt for weeks. He tried not to think about it. Snatched off the street on the way home, from his warm, protective home - but no one had come looking for him, no one had come to save him. Except his Master. Master had come in and stopped the pain, helping him heal and afterwards giving him the protection and care he needed. He didn't say much anymore, not supposed to have too complex of a vocabulary, but that was fine; he could be quiet, and follow orders. He curled in tighter, sleepily, when he heard steps in the hall.

Stranger: Unlike his brother, Severin wasn't overly comfortable with the concept of slavery, quite the contrary. The idea of /owning/ people, rather than employing them, ordering them around rather than asking them to do what needed to be done, still felt wrong to him, and he doubted that would ever change. If it hadn't been for Richard, he would still have refused to cave and buy a slave as well, simply because it was expected of people with a certain fortune at their disposal. But that boy ... his poor little Richie, he couldn't possibly have walked past that sad little shape without feeling guilty for the rest of his life. He had seen the opportunity to save one, only just one lost soul at least, and despite knowing that it wouldn't change much about the system, he had still felt like he had to take him home. To offer as much warmth and comfort as he could, to make sure Richard would get to live a better life now, with him. It didn't matter that Sebastian disapproved of the way he treated the slave. He was his. And he was going to take care of him for as long as he could.

His steps were careful as he approached the room he knew Richard to be sleeping in, trying to be quiet as he opened the door, just enough to peer inside. Oh, what a lovely little creature he was, such a harmless, pretty little thing. Who would ever dare to hurt /him/? After a short moment of hesitation, he stepped inside and crouched down beside his bed, running careful fingers over his exposed arm. He didn't regret buying him for one second.

You: Richard stirred slightly when he felt a warm hand touch him. He blinked open his eyes, rolling over enough to look up and rub his eyes open. He smiled when he saw his Master, moving a little closer. "Hello, Master. can I help you?" he asked sweetly, voice soft from just waking up. He liked when his Master was near; he was nice, and warm, and happy a lot of the time. Richard always wanted him to be happy, and did his best to help that.

Stranger: For a moment, he wasn't sure whether to pull back and simply leave Richard alone; he hadn't meant to wake him up, after all. But abandoning him now would just have been ridiculous, so he stayed and only retrieved his hand, smiling right back at him. "No, I'm fine, thank you." Richard was so terribly sweet, it was worrying sometimes; he was too selfless for his own good. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay all alone up here."

You: Richard nodded, still smiling. "Okay, Master. I'm fine, though. I sleep light." he said, stretching out his muscles, relaxing again sprawled out. He blinked up at his Master, wondering if there was something they could do together, now that he was here.

You: Richard nodded, still smiling. "Okay, Master. I'm fine, though. I sleep light." he said, stretching out his muscles, relaxing again sprawled out. He blinked up at his Master, wondering if there was something they could do together, now that he was here.

Crowley had fled, had fled, had managed to escape those damn humans that had him trapped in that cell for years, after all, Crowley was the worst kind of servant fault of his powers he still had no conscience and no one obeyed, ending up being returned numerous times and spending years and years being bought and returned. Then, finally, he managed escape, managed to find a loophole in the system, Crowley was wearing a scarf, after all, he could not let anyone see the collar around your neck, damn, he had to find somewhere to hide, was not safe, Crowley was walking quietly, watching all the houses of the place, until he noticed that one had not anyone, he was the back and entered the house, unlocking the door, maybe the home owner were traveling.