I got the sample print!!
😱✨💗💗
I went to a local printer so I’m not sure if the colors and quality will be the same with Amazon, but please do look forward to it! :D
definitely not the best thing Ive done, but hey.
Anyways, @sideblogformindtrash and I were talking about Sirius doesn´t die AU and or, Albus-is-Robert-and-Sirius pet AU.
So just saying, but he would be such a pampered little pet. Even if one of them is truly mean when he wants to, he can also be truly nice during aftercare. Also his other owner is fun and just spoils him rotten and will let him order him around.
A little fucked up family of three, as it was meant to be. No tragedies involved.
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Hey!! A new story to get back into whunpy writing ✍️. It was a lot of fun and I hope you enjoy. If you have names, suggestions, ideas, lmk!!
CW: beating, spitting blood, pet whump, environmental whump, restraints, cussing, defiant whumpee, blood
Green Whumpee Part 1
Stars bloomed across his vision with the harsh sting from the man's hand coming second. The world spun and spun before seeming to blur until it slowly started to settle back into place.
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Anonymous asked:
What happens when a boxboy and a boxbabe get together? Is the child a slave too, are they taken away from the parents, like what happens to the kid?
I dunno I don’t really like this aspect of the worldbuilding it squicks me. Other people have done awesome worldbuilding stuff like this tho . Sorry
in my verse there´s some info about different types of pets. Not all pets are trained by wru, so there´s variety. There´s the inhumane treatment, there´s the shady stuff, the regular trained ones that never touch them surgically, etc.
So even if in my verse, all wru boxies are sterilized to avoid this type of scenarios, that isn´t an universal practice. So there´s definitely cases where a pet and a pet have a child and give it up to their owner to decide what to do (which is almost always give it up for adoption) or try to terminate the pregnancy before their owner realizes.
There´s one storyline I never got to write where a man was a pet and her owner´s baby. So he grew up being treated differently than his half brothers, despite not being treated anything remotely as a pet. Because of that, when he owns his own boxies, he makes sure they´re sterlized.
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Anonymous asked:
What about a game of strip poker with your pets? Each round, the loser’s pets shed a garment. The first to get entirely naked is thrown over the table and fucked by all the players.
this idea is STELLAR
the whumpers all having a good time because there’s really no penalty for losing, they all get to humiliate their pets one way or another
the pets all scared and terrified, some watching the game intently and praying that their whumper wins, some hiding off in the corner and hoping someone doesn’t come and strip them again
the losing pet crying and screaming when they realize they’ve lost
so good
I adore the idea of pets being horrified, but I also love the idea of pets being quite enthusiastic about the idea of having control over something for once. (If they’re allowed to use the loser pet too) So even if they’re not as terrible as their owners, they begin to understand the excitement.
#one of Robert’s games for his parties#also taser!#you better win if you don’t want your pet convulsing on the ground#or his favorite variant#hide and seek taser#the remote’s range is just a few meters long#so press on it until you hear screaming!#Sann wasn’t fond of this game#cause whatever came out of his mouth hurt tripled when he wore the shock collar#nsfw whump#pet whump#prompts#tw noncon
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“Gentle” Pet Whump
“Whump” isn’t really the right word for what I’m referencing but I can’t think of anything else.
I want a Whumper who bought their Whumpee because they just wanted a companion. Someone else in the house, someone to help with the chores, someone they can just chill and watch a movie with, someone to sit at the table with them while they eat.
All the centered stories I see with tropes kinda like this are always recovery centered, like a second hand pet bought from some shady dealer who is insanely traumatized both physically and mentally. And their owner is always like some sort of radical caretaker, encouraging them to find their humanity again and whatnot.
They still have to be a Whumper, but they don’t have to be *bad*. Just let both them and Whumpee be content with their dynamics.
Whumpee has to wear a collar, but Whumper doesn’t care that much if they have it off in the house—just be sure to have it on whenever they go out or have company over.
The rules aren’t strict, and neither are the consequences if they break them, but there’s still repercussions. They break something? Just a slap on the wrist, a warning or whatever. They enter a room they were told not to? Go to the corner, you can bring a rug over to kneel on, just stay there until Whumper says they can move. Dinner isn’t done by the time Whumper gets home from work? Well then, they can have the leftovers tomorrow morning, but tonight they don’t get to eat. If they don’t finish their chores in time, or if they forget to switch the laundry from the wash to the drier, they might earn themself a slap and a yelling at, but Whumper will move off it quickly and make up for it with a cup of hot cocoa after Whumpee finishes their task.
Whumpee gets a crate, of course, but Whumper doesn’t really lock it anymore. Sometimes Whumpee will sleep on a little cushioned mat in the corner of Whumper’s room, sometimes on the couch in the living room, sometimes curled in Whumper’s bed tucked under the warm covers. They’re allowed on the couch, or they can kneel by the coffee table, whatever.
Whumper doesn’t have a dungeon in their basement. They don’t have a collection of terribly sharp knives or beaded whips or spiked restraints. They have the shock collar they were given with Whumpee’s purchase, and the cuffs, but those were both tucked away in a box somewhere in the attic. Whumper never even bothered to put batteries into the remote.
Just give me casual pet/owner dynamics. Not all pet owners have to be cookie cutter whumpers of caretakers. Have them border that line, away to either side but never quite cross it.
Sarahi!!!
If you want to read something with this exact trope I invite you to read my series You came back a stranger! Hope you like it! :D
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"They saw Heaven in our eyes.
They saw Hope.
They saw the Divine.
They saw the Devil.
And in that, they saw themselves.
For that sin, they cast us to Hell.
We were both angel and demon, desired and unwanted. We were the snake in the garden offering the fruit of our flesh to those whose unwillingness to bite into it was a fabrication. They bit into us and blamed us for their fall and their addiction. They bit into us and thought themselves Gods and in their hubris, with their egos and lust, they created us. Like the God of the Christian Bible, we were spoken into existence, remade in their image, with no knowledge of desires of our own. Our love was for our God and our lips would praise Him."
- D.C. Wickham, Exclusive: One Pet's Experience in the Industry pg. 52
(thank you @albino-whumpee for once again bringing my beautiful babies to life)
Always my pleasure to draw them! Thank you again!
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Where grief takes us
Albus backstory ends here. I promise you it´s not pretty. if you would want a summary of what happens in this, shoot me a message.
With that said, go with caution.
Taglist: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @crowned-avery @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @unicornscotty
CW// Box boy universe, death, grief, dissociated whumpee, noncon, burning, blood, torture, explicit description of hanging, institutionalized slavery, all hurt no comfort, murder, mutilation, pedofilia, betrayal, captivity, murder, whumpee is a minor.
Sometimes, after his father had beat him, the boy sang to himself a lullaby. He remembered his mother sang it for him and he had sang it to his sister when his mother passed away. Besides her cap, it was one of the few things he had left of her. However, little by little, as years went by, he began to forget her.
He couldn’t remember how every Friday, she would cook his favorite food for dinner, how she took him and his sister to the beach and that’s where Annie first walked. By twelve, her face had become a blur of white, and by sixteen, the lullaby had become just a melody.
He didn’t remember the lyrics, so even without the gag drowning his screams and begging, he could only have hummed it.
Delirious, he sang to himself the lullaby he could no longer remember in an effort to keep his mind from slipping into the trenches of hell his own body had become. Agonizing from the multitude of cuts marking the people that had their turn to “use” him, the boy sang to himself until he lost consciousness again.
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“Hey, don’t you think we overdid it?” a man said, waking up the boy. He sounded so far away…
“It’s a pet. It probably is trained to take even worse.” Another voice replied. The boy heard rustling and then cold fingers prodded around the abused skin between his legs. The sensation made him involuntarily buck up with a hiss.
updated chapter! heed the warnings and read with caution. This is quite the upsetting chapter even tho I tried to avoid making it explicit, the themes can be truly upsetting.
No Escape
Part 1 of what the hell happened to Albus to choose to become a boxie.
Cw//slavery, captivity, guns, mafia, pedofilia (not a relationship), dehumanization, slavery, human trafficking, destruction of a shelter and safe place, abandonment, attempted murder, ask to tag.
After half a year, the streets whispered a name like a warning. Rumors about the black and white convo of the Coronel´s guard dog and his tiny companion, Quick hands had begun to circulate on the city´s underworld.
“What a bunch of nonsense” Albus said, sitting on the passenger sit of one of the Coronel´s cars.
“They say you´re like a ferocious tiger” Benji told the boy cleaning the butterfly knife he had accustomed himself to carrying for some time now. “Wonder what they would say if they saw that ferocious tiger is less than half a meter tall” Benji laughed as Albus scowled at him.
“I will wipe that smile off their faces, then” the boy said spinning the knife between his fingers with great precision. Benji´s smile stiffened.
“You´ve gotten comfortable doing these jobs…” he said, tightening his grip over the wheel.
“And you´ve grown softer…Hawk.”
Hawk shot a glare at the boy next to him. “Did you hear me talk with Danny?”
“It was Annie who told me. Isn´t that great? You´re remembering more of the time before you became a boxie. The doctor says that´s not easy because of the migraines” Albus said looking at him, gauging his reaction “I´m happy for you.”
Benji turned left into the alley close to one of the Coronel´s hideouts, a Mexican restaurant he had cited them on to give them their next job. Albus carefully observed Benji driving with his neat suit and the leather collar hanging loosely, not fully covering the hickey on his neck.
Benji jumped when cold fingers touched the sensitive throat.
“Hey! What the hell?” he yelled, covering his neck with one hand as he rapidly looked at the smug boy and the road ahead.
“I imagine Danny is happier than me” he snickered as the other boy´s cheeks flared. Albus rested his chin on his hand with an even bigger grin “You two make a good couple. You shouldn´t let her go.”
Benji shot another glare at him, but his anger quickly turned into defeat. “You know why I can´t”. A red light forced them to stop just a street away from the restaurant.
“That didn´t stop you from hooking up with her all this time, Tho?” he said easily. Benji reached out to smack his head, but the boy stopped him midair. “We´re almost there, Benji. Lemme cover it before that old fart makes you come back home with another bruise.” They both looked at each other for a long time.
“This isn´t you being jealous of her, right?” he said recovering his hand as the light turned green.
“Huh? I might have thought you were handsome at first, but a few months with you have evaporated any interest I could ever have. I´m not into idiots who eat ham and jam sandwiches.” That made Hawk sigh before pulling over into the adjacent street. Albus opened the glove compartment and took out Annie´s makeup palette he had gotten herself with the small job the doctor had given her for the summer.
Hawk watched him use the brush and felt the gentle strokes over his skin.
“They taste good” The older boy argued before Albus shot a disgusted look at him and kept working while shaking his head.
“Whatever you say, you´re not making me eat that abomination.” He took the cologne out of the glove box and sprayed a bit over him. “Ok, done. This should do.”
“Thanks Albie” Hawk said looking at his neck through the mirror. But when he moved to start the car again, Albus grabbed his arm. His face was knit in worry before he looked down and took his hands back to his lap to pull knots.
“Nothing, forget it.”
“Albus? What´s wrong?” Hawk tried, leaning closer to watch his face before the other turned to the window. “You´ve been weird all day. Even at today´s job, you doubted. Tell me?” he gently said, finding the boy looking back at him with palpable worry. “Please?”
Albus opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of the water before finally speaking.
“Hawk, it´s been months already. But The Coronel says my debt is the same. It hasn´t gone down even when the doc helped me. Not a single bit! It´s stupid don´t you think? He´s having a full-on war with that rival cartel and all he is thinking about is how to get me into his bed” the boy´s voice cracked in panic as a few furtive tears rolled down his cheeks. He furiously wiped them off before continuing. “Hawk, you know him better than me. Please, be honest and tell me, have you ever seen someone indebted to him be set free?”
Hawk looked at him with pity.
“You are smarter than that, Al” The boy´s eyes widened before he lowered his head. He doubted if it was the right time to say it, but he had asked him to be honest. “If anything, that´s not why he wants you so badly.”
“Oh, great. The fucking pedo sees me as more than a fuck toy, great. Amazing. I´m a fuck toy he can use, huh?”
Hawk let out a long breath.
“Yes, he´s that kind of person. He won´t let anything be useful to him in only one way. You´ve created a reputation for yourself out of those abilities. Of course, he would want to use them for his gain” The pet looked at his hands, the brand on his hand was starting to fade. Just a few hours ago, Albus had drawn a flower that if tattooed, would cover it completely. His skin still tingled with how hard he had to rub to take it off.
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Futile
Long time I don´t write about Sann´s time with Robert. So have some of that.
Taglist:
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn-blog @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @wingedwhump @melancholy-in-the-morning
CW// pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, dehumanization, sadistic whumper, grief, defiant whumpee, noncon body modification, knives, pet play (mentioned). Ask to tag!
Maybe it was because they were not real letters, but reading score sheets was easier than books. He had a vague feeling he had known how to read them from his time before “Sann” and even though it didn´t matter who he had been anymore, he was grateful to that version of himself for giving him a useful skill.
Sann… He still was getting used to having a name. After months, he finally had something that was his. It was a small step, but maybe it was the starting point of his Master liking him. Maybe, if he liked him better, if he was a bit like the man he was replacing…
“Please…”
Maybe he would treat him better.
Pulling the papers to his chest, he took a deep breath and sat down before the piano. Taking a quick look at the score again, he placed his fingers over the tiles and began playing a simple tune.
His master would come and go as he pleased, so the times he could practice were just a few. The anxiety of being caught froze him in place but the memory of his touch, a ghostly caress, made his move again.
A few weeks earlier, the man had taken him to a restaurant and fed him some salmon from his fingers. He had not held an actual conversation with his Master yet, so there was no way for him to know he was severely allergic until he was turning blue on the floor.
Sann remembered vividly how the man´s always disgusted expression turned into horror as he screamed for help. Oh, how well he remembered he had sighed in relief when he saw he was fine in the ambulance. How could he forget? The smile on his face as he brushed his hair off his face and thanked the gods he was alive. It had been so radiant after all.
How he could forget he was so thankful he didn´t lose Sirius again?
Sann´s fingers froze in the air.
As a replacement, he was meant to fill up a hole another person had left behind. His real owner had asked that of him directly, so he had no say in the matter.
Slowly, taking another deep breath, Sann kept playing.
Futile
Long time I don´t write about Sann´s time with Robert. So have some of that.
Taglist:
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn-blog @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @wingedwhump @melancholy-in-the-morning
CW// pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, dehumanization, sadistic whumper, grief, defiant whumpee, noncon body modification, knives, pet play (mentioned). Ask to tag!
Maybe it was because they were not real letters, but reading score sheets was easier than books. He had a vague feeling he had known how to read them from his time before “Sann” and even though it didn´t matter who he had been anymore, he was grateful to that version of himself for giving him a useful skill.
Sann... He still was getting used to having a name. After months, he finally had something that was his. It was a small step, but maybe it was the starting point of his Master liking him. Maybe, if he liked him better, if he was a bit like the man he was replacing...
“Please...”
Maybe he would treat him better.
Pulling the papers to his chest, he took a deep breath and sat down before the piano. Taking a quick look at the score again, he placed his fingers over the tiles and began playing a simple tune.
His master would come and go as he pleased, so the times he could practice were just a few. The anxiety of being caught froze him in place but the memory of his touch, a ghostly caress, made his move again.
A few weeks earlier, the man had taken him to a restaurant and fed him some salmon from his fingers. He had not held an actual conversation with his Master yet, so there was no way for him to know he was severely allergic until he was turning blue on the floor.
Sann remembered vividly how the man´s always disgusted expression turned into horror as he screamed for help. Oh, how well he remembered he had sighed in relief when he saw he was fine in the ambulance. How could he forget? The smile on his face as he brushed his hair off his face and thanked the gods he was alive. It had been so radiant after all.
How he could forget he was so thankful he didn´t lose Sirius again?
Sann´s fingers froze in the air.
As a replacement, he was meant to fill up a hole another person had left behind. His real owner had asked that of him directly, so he had no say in the matter.
Slowly, taking another deep breath, Sann kept playing.
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Over Excited
TW: Pet whump, restraints, carewhumper, pls read below.
Not even going to lie, this is based on my what I call “Golden Retriever Mode” that sometimes appears when I’m in groups of people for an extended time that almost always ends in a sudden mood crash. I don’t know if this is connected to ADHD but I’m saying this because this very much reads like a whumper taking advantage/controlling/patronizing/whumping a whumpee because of neurodivergent tendencies. I don’t know how else to tag that.
Mason perused his options again. Neal was busy, his regular place was closed, so his only option to watch his boys was a care center that tended to be his last pick for a very specific reason.
About fifty percent of the time, it was just too much for Rudy. Maybe the people there or the other pets, perhaps what they did, probably just something in the energy of the place made him crash afterwards. Hard.
However this time he didn’t have a choice. And when he stopped by to pick them up later, the way Rudy’s eyes darted around from thing to thing told him everything he needed to know.
Mason sighed. So that’s what they’d be doing tonight.
#oh this is so sad#you dont have to think when you’re a pet#your brain is gonna still do its job tho#so if the thinking that goes with acting#is so severely mishandled#of course its gonna be miserable#I also feel like that sometimes#I have too mcuh interaction#and then its this guilt feeling#like all I did was annoy people with my presence and words#so its unforgivable#and then brain begins to short circuit#pet whump#whump#restraints tw#neurodivergent whump#rudy and clyde#Clyde trying to help really hurt#hes trying to stop Mason from mishandling Rudy#but he cant really do mcuh
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I just love so much when whumpers value their pets. Instead of 'you're not even human, you're nothing' they're actively telling others 'dude my pets better than you stop looking down on them / using their pronouns wrong'
Just the image of a whumper who won't stand to have worthless things, so whumpee has inherent value just by being theres. More than they'd had before.
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Fallen Bridges part 2
Goodness, its finally all getting together. lmao. Hope you enjoy!
CW//Pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, muzzles, shock collars, kidnapping, recapture, betrayal, shovels and death imaginary. Getting kinda dark at the end. Angst, hurt comfort and conditioning.
Taglist:
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The road to Robert´s house was often without traffic. A big house by the woods with nobody around. A young Rupert Glass had chosen that house in specific because he couldn´t stand busy traffic or stupid neighbors. When he found it on sale, he didn´t even have to ask his wife, as the only thing she said was:
“I will put roses on the entrance”.
Those same roses were now withering, Sann noticed.
The pet had heard the story from Rupert himself once, and when he was there and allowed to, Sann helped Rupert take care of the flowers.
“C´mon Sann,” Robert said pulling him inside the house.
The boy offered no resistance. Once Robert´s hand rested on his neck and his tongue sizzled in his ear, his body had simply given up on fighting. Like a switch, one simple touch, one simple order from that man, and he would be on his knees in that dirty basement again.
A mean burn exploded inside his chest, but he had become an expert in suffocating any flare of defiance.
With this man, nothing was off the table.
As he handcuffed him to an anchor on the floor, Sann kept his head down. Something his owner had always liked when he brought him there to punish him, but then, he grabbed his chin and lifted it.
They stared at each other for a moment.
Sann looked back in misery while Robert studied his face in silence.
Robert noticed the tiny changes that had naturally happened when he wasn’t forced to fulfill a dead man’s shoes. At that moment, Robert saw him as Sann, and not that terrible copy of his husband.
Sann, that murderer´s whore lover.
Suddenly, he thumbed his cheek with a strange look in his eyes. The pet knew when he was demented, in a frenzy to turn him to a pulp, but even then, his body showed signs. He would have done something else when he flinched away.
“Welcome back” The man grabbed his chin between his thumb and his middle finger, munching up his lips in a bruising hold. “Don’t worry, Sann. You won’t be alone for long”
Sann´s heart stopped.
What?
Sann tried lifting his hands on instinct, but the handcuffs would only allow him to rattle the chain a little.
Kidnapping him was one thing, he had even expected it at some point, but the timing was off. There was also no time to ask about what happened. Wait, could it be it was related in some way to why Albus had run away? But then…Sann´s mental gears turned at full speed, concentrating that he almost missed his owner going away.
Impulsively, he tried to lift himself, try to beg for answers, before the man threw a cutting glare at him.
“…what a few months do to you, seriously” He snorted, before pointing at the floor with his finger “Stay. Don´t make me restrain you for real” At the threat, Sann sat back down. When he kept glaring at him, he bowed his head. Then, he grinned. “Good boy”
A few months away had changed him, indeed. And that´s why he lifted his eyes, trying to ask with just one look why take him back now when he could´ve done it before? when it didn´t hurt.
Somehow, the man stopped climbing the stairs. Turning around to look at him from the corner of his eye.
Right there in the quiet of the abandoned house, Robert told him something.
“I do this for you too, you know?” he said, before walking outside.
CLAUDE NO-
CLAUDE YES
Fallen Bridges part 2
Goodness, its finally all getting together. lmao. Hope you enjoy!
CW//Pet whump, slavery, human trafficking, muzzles, shock collars, kidnapping, recapture, betrayal, shovels and death imaginary. Getting kinda dark at the end. Angst, hurt comfort and conditioning.
Taglist:
If you wish to be taken out or added, please send me a message.
@castielamigos-whump-side-blog @giggly-evil-puppy @cowboysrappin @haro-whumps @burtlederp @neuro-whump @comfortforthepain @whumps-the-word @whole-and-apart-and-between @broken-horn @ashintheairlikesnow @rosesareviolentlyread @starnight-whump @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @as-a-matter-of-whump @whumpasaurus101 @grizzlie70 @twistedcaretaker @wingedwhump @unicornscotty @melancholy-in-the-morning
The road to Robert´s house was often without traffic. A big house by the woods with nobody around. A young Rupert Glass had chosen that house in specific because he couldn´t stand busy traffic or stupid neighbors. When he found it on sale, he didn´t even have to ask his wife, as the only thing she said was:
“I will put roses on the entrance”.
Those same roses were now withering, Sann noticed.
The pet had heard the story from Rupert himself once, and when he was there and allowed to, Sann helped Rupert take care of the flowers.
“C´mon Sann,” Robert said pulling him inside the house.
The boy offered no resistance. Once Robert´s hand rested on his neck and his tongue sizzled in his ear, his body had simply given up on fighting. Like a switch, one simple touch, one simple order from that man, and he would be on his knees in that dirty basement again.
A mean burn exploded inside his chest, but he had become an expert in suffocating any flare of defiance.
With this man, nothing was off the table.
As he handcuffed him to an anchor on the floor, Sann kept his head down. Something his owner had always liked when he brought him there to punish him, but then, he grabbed his chin and lifted it.
They stared at each other for a moment.
Sann looked back in misery while Robert studied his face in silence.
Robert noticed the tiny changes that had naturally happened when he wasn’t forced to fulfill a dead man’s shoes. At that moment, Robert saw him as Sann, and not that terrible copy of his husband.
Sann, that murderer´s whore lover.
Suddenly, he thumbed his cheek with a strange look in his eyes. The pet knew when he was demented, in a frenzy to turn him to a pulp, but even then, his body showed signs. He would have done something else when he flinched away.
“Welcome back” The man grabbed his chin between his thumb and his middle finger, munching up his lips in a bruising hold. “Don’t worry, Sann. You won’t be alone for long”
Sann´s heart stopped.
What?
Sann tried lifting his hands on instinct, but the handcuffs would only allow him to rattle the chain a little.
Kidnapping him was one thing, he had even expected it at some point, but the timing was off. There was also no time to ask about what happened. Wait, could it be it was related in some way to why Albus had run away? But then...Sann´s mental gears turned at full speed, concentrating that he almost missed his owner going away.
Impulsively, he tried to lift himself, try to beg for answers, before the man threw a cutting glare at him.
“...what a few months do to you, seriously” He snorted, before pointing at the floor with his finger “Stay. Don´t make me restrain you for real” At the threat, Sann sat back down. When he kept glaring at him, he bowed his head. Then, he grinned. “Good boy”
A few months away had changed him, indeed. And that´s why he lifted his eyes, trying to ask with just one look why take him back now when he could´ve done it before? when it didn´t hurt.
Somehow, the man stopped climbing the stairs. Turning around to look at him from the corner of his eye.
Right there in the quiet of the abandoned house, Robert told him something.
“I do this for you too, you know?” he said, before walking outside.
OH OH OH FOR THE AU THING
Arranged marriage and kidnapped!
Heheheheh apologies for making this an ABO AU but hehe
Prince Sann is supposed to marry the king at the border. He’s excited, he’s naive and young, he has been preparing himself to be the perfect partner for his fiancé since he was little. And by the stories of how he handled himself in public, king Robert is quite the amazing, beloved ruler.
Not even the rumors of how he treats his favored consort sway his views about him.
So when he arrives, he doesn’t expect the king to drop his mask the second they’re alone.
King Robert is not interested in him, he has his pet and that’s all he needs. He laughs at him actually. When he sees their faces are just the same.
However having a second competent head by his side is useful, so if he proves himself worthy enough of standing next to him, he will consider giving him an actual throne to sit and not just a luxurious mat.
Sann tries his best, but Robert said it himself, didn’t he? He’s not interested in him. He doesn’t need him. So it’s really quick people see the pet sitting in their king’s lap rather than the second king. At least their country customs of keeping pets veiled helped keep his dignity.
He keeps working on the sidelines, the easy smile that enchanted people in the castle disappears by the next year. He isn’t claimed and Robert won’t even try, so it’s only time the king decides to dispose of him.
Sann is devastated to be the butt of the nobles jokes, he just wants to go home. So, at some point, Robert is pushed by his pet to get his husband some entertainment, or at least a fuck toy that stops his heat cycles.
Maybe a pet of his own could make him stop crying all day.
Hence, one poor albino is brought to be the king’s pet.
They click, but the pet isn’t allowed to claim his king, even if he’s an alpha. He’s just a pet in the end, so the king is collared with heavy iron. Sann barely even touches him or wants to be touched by him, feeling disgusted of the reason he is there in the first place.
However, the pet is charming, and sweet and caring. The pet tells him his name is Albus but he can call him whatever he wishes.
Sann isn’t used to having that much power, and is actually surprised to see the tiny pet can have quite the attitude. Defying his position and his master’s orders left and right to put his stupid husband in his place. Thing that brings him lots of pain but also the admiration of one freckled king.
After getting more and more intimate, Albus reveals himself as a king of a foreign land that infiltrated the castle for an upcoming invasion. It was such luck pets were only to be seen by their masters and their trainers, or else, his husband would have cut his throat the moment he stepped into the castle.
So he gives Sann options.
And he chooses to go with him.
Now now, even Rob can’t simply act like nothing happened when his king is kidnapped, only to later know the truth and that that rat stole him, claimed him and now put him against him.
Out for blood, Robert starts the war and Albus’ country fights back so aggressively, with Sann’s help, he pushes them back. Just a few years later, the now couple of kings enter the castle that once felt like a prison to both and call it theirs.
After the war, neither of them is actually interested in ruling and Al passes the crown to his sister, fierce commander that gave them the castle city, before going back to Sann’s homeland, establishing in one quiet manor in the countryside with nobody bothering them or even knowing where they are exactly. Legend has it they died as tragic lovers during the taking of the castle. they joke about their so called tragedy in the comfort of anonymity and duty free living.