To me, you are...

This is a heavy one so please go carefully. It deals with a lot of dubious heavy stuff like slavery and the relationship between captor and captive. And, to answer the anon who asked what Zarai saw Albus as, if more as a pet or a friend, here´s your answer.

I´m a bit behind schedule, so I´ll be posting them in the next few days. 

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CW// box boy blanket TW, pet whump, bullying, defiant whumpee, noncon touch (non sexual), conditioning, discussion of ownership and fucky views about slavery, intimate whumper, diffuse line between caretaker and whumper, lima syndrome, self sacrifice, collars, grief and anxiety attack.

Lunch breaks were the best part of the day for the albino. He would meet up with Sasha and Tony at the food truck down the street, settle down on a bench together and order two crunchy tacos Zarai would disapprove of, saying they weren´t real tacos, but the boy would gobble them up regardless. Lunch breaks were the only times of the day he could relax, after all. Even just a bit. 

The atmosphere at the office had just started to get somewhat calmer after Zarai´s intervention. Albus’ cheek had a fading yellow bruise when he went back to the building with Sasha, talking excitedly about Sann´s progress with sign language.

“Thank you for spending the last Saturday with us” the albino said, smiling as they passed their cards over the scanner and moved to the elevator “He has been nonstop studying since then” he passed a hand to his neck, feeling the collar under his clothes “I’m starting to get worried I won´t be able to follow him someday”

 “Why´s that? We can always practice at lunch” Sasha signed perfectly after punching the buttons to their respective floors. Slowly so Albus could watch her movements perfectly. 

“I mean, yeah, but-” the boy flinched when Sasha lifted her finger and shook it in front of him. The boy sighed and put his hands up “I´m just afraid I won´t understand him” he signed even slower, mouthing the words under his breath.

“You´re doing your best, Al” she signed using the white gesture. Albus cheeks flared up remembering Sann´s words when he gave him his sign name.

The other pet had put his extended hand over his chest and then pulled away as if taking a pinch of salt. Sann had told him it was like taking a part of your heart and giving it to the other person. A sign for kindness that meant white, perfect for someone like Albus, the other boy had said smiling at him.

Sasha elbowed him back to reality “Trust yourself you can do it, ok?” she signed with a gentle gesture on her face that made him smile as they came out of the elevator and walked through a hallway to Zarai´s office “Also he learns too quickly, it´s quite scary! I couldn´t have learnt to read and write all by myself at all, so trust me. You´re doing just fine and normal” she finished signing with a pat on his back the boy winced to before patting himself. “Just try to watch your mouth when you sign and…wiggle your eyebrows more, yeah? Gotta emphasize” she said walking away.

Albus groaned as he straightened up “I still do that?” he shouted across the hallway. Sasha nodding with an apologetic face. He sighed before he signed bye to her, already turning on a corner. 

 He then took a deep breath and stepped into the large room and walked with eyes cast down to Zarai´s office, feeling too many eyes nailed on him. He just had to get used to the piercing glares and low murmurs in the air. He couldn´t make a scene again. 

 However, Albus jumped away when he felt someone get too close and heard someone laugh as he recomposed. 

 “Sorry, what´s it Jeremy?” the albino said looking at the blonde blocking his view from the other people as he stepped forward. He blinked amused when he saw Jeremy standing between him and the door.

 “Sorry, Sir. But, uh, Mr. Glass is inside the chief’s office” he whispered just low enough for both of them “Should I tell him to go, Sir?” Jeremy asked with genuine worry in his voice that warmed Albus’ heart. 

The pet´s party from Sann´s POV

So, I love writing from Sann´s point of view because it´s all so wildly different for him from Albus position. And thought “HEY, it would be cool to write The pet´s party, from Sann´s point of view!” and so, I did. Hope you like it!

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TW// dehumanization, slavery, noncon drug use, dub con, burning, torture, food mention, abuse, non con touching, conditioning, public humilliation, alcohol, Insulting language. Some N*SFW at some points.

Sann´s hair mussed up when the hood was taken off with a swift pull. Maybe a bit harsh as he stumbled on his feet as Robert sat him on the bed.

Sann noticed it was already night outside. He had stayed tied inside the closet for a whole day? No wonder his stomach was growling so loud. The thought of Robert giving him food and petting his hair passed through his head like an intoxicating placebo. Last time someone had fed him was the cook. He had made him eat off it with his hands in a corner like a feral animal.

“No touching my soup, understood?” The man snarled, tugging on the ring of his collar. Afraid eyes stared back at him. “I´m not gonna lose my job because I had to discipline a pampered pet again” he threw him to the floor with a scuff, Sann straightened up to energically nod and moved his lips to form grateful words as the man served him the scraps into a bowl.

When the man was gone, Sann passed his fingers over the burn mark on his wrist as he kept on eating. Back on December, he had turned the stove off when it was overflowing and the man thought he had caught him trying to steal food. Robert had only looked when he pressed his wrist against the hot metal of the pot. 

A pitiful sob escaped his lips as he took another bite. Remembering the cream Zarai rubbed on it when he stayed at her home back on Christmas. It had felt nice. As it had been each and every single one of the very few times his master dragged him to the woman´s house. 

Albus carefulness and cheerful attitude as he secretly tended to some of his injuries, made a smile appear on his bruised face.

He felt safe when he was with them.

At least with them he wasn´t thrown into closets for a full day for the simple crime of having the face he had.

For a moment the band playing outside distracted him from Robert´s tight grip on his wrists as he worked a rope between them. A little whine came out as he made the knot way too tight, but the man didn´t care. When Robert let go, Sann tried to rub his wrists a bit against his inner leg, to put his best face, but the man ignored him.

“Be patient my little whore. I got you a little present tonight” he said lifting his chin and brushing a thumb over his lips. Sann sneaked a quick peck on them before he threw him to a side. Sann´s reflexes were quick enough to avoid him falling off the bed.

Robert walked to the pot on the drawer right below Albus´s paint and took out a small bottle. His steps were heavy and his eyes bloodshot red. He was high. Sann held the urge to paddle back into a corner. If his master was usually aggressive, when he was high he was even worse.

Robert opened up the bottle and drank it after rubbing some into his lips. Then he walked to Sann and seized his hair, just to slam his lips together. Sann gave in to the kiss and pressed harder, a bit of his anxiety wearing off. However, Robert spit the liquid into his mouth and pulled away, shutting his mouth with his hand.

“Swallow” Sann´s eyes widened “Swallow” he repeated on a tone that promised nothing good if it wasn´t obeyed. Sann swallowed and gasped for air when the man let him go. Wiping off his lips with his shirt and then reaching to a glass of water. Drinking it whole to spit it out back on it.

The Pet´s party

A bit of my take in what could go wrong if a Romantic went touch starved in purpose. Also, a little secret I´ve been dying to write is unveiled today!

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TW// Pet whump, dehumanization, slavery, noncon drug use, abuse, non con touching, conditioning, public humilliation, alcohol. Slight NSFW at some points.

Albus was standing in front of the mirror in his room. A few suits were scattered above the bed as he prepared for the party at the Glass residence. Apparently it had been Robert´s father idea to hold it in his house. He had a hunch Robert had a more active role on it, but nor Zarai or him could refuse to go. It was the company owner´s party after all. Even the trainees would attend it.

He put a purple tie in front of him before shaking his head and switching it with a grayish blue. He smiled to himself before stretching his neck to start tying it.

He stopped suddenly. Passing a hand over his bare neck.

“Albus come here” she had ordered him after they got home from work that day. He had trotted to her, putting his hands behind his back. Then she had lifted his chin with a single finger before loosening his tie. He flinched a bit, but held himself still after she pulled her eyebrows together. He squeezed tightly one hand with the other “Sorry” she said unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. Making him gasp slightly.

“Ma´am?” She passed her fingers over the white leather as Albus breathing quickened. Zarai exhaled slowly before nimble fingers unbuckled the collar and took it away.

“You won´t need this at the party today” Albus blinked before shyly putting his hand up and touching his neck. Put off by not feeling the familiar weight on it. “There won´t be shock collars this time either” she finished putting the collar over the dining table. “I made sure of that” she said stretching her sore shoulders.

Albus passed a thumb over the other before walking to her. Slowly, he passed his arms around her and gently squeezed. She went stiff, but didn´t pull away. “Thank you, ma´am” Zarai heard him whisper, before she pulled her own arms up.

Albus adjusted the knot of his tie before walking out of the room. A smile on his face that seemed to be contagious. As Zarai smiled back at him as they got on the car.

Mareland 4

Another of that story that shouldn’t be told.

CW// kind of broken whumpee, some gory subjects like skinning. Rituals, suicidal ideation to escape torture, mentioned graphic torture, captivity, manipulation, creepy whumper. Implied noncon. Wink and you will miss kinda deal. Dehumanization. Dubcon and noncon touch. Kind of fucked up, proceed with caution.

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Rogue was walking around the halls of his dream. It was the only dream Salarien didn’t have access to. A single door hidden from his view next to the garden. A door that unlocked with only Rogue’s blood.

Six locks fell to the ground alerting the man inside. A manacle on his ankle and a tattoo around his neck. It was a simple room. A bed, and a bathroom. Rogue supplied food with magic directly into his system, so there was no need for a kitchen. The room had no windows but the ones the man had painted himself along the years.

The man simply stared at the redhaired as they walked in. That smug smile Rogue hated so much still plastered on his face as they forced him to his knees with a flick of their wrist.

“You just won’t submit to me, hm? Even after all this years…” Rogue said, passing a hand through the white hair. His smirk grew even wider as Rogue fisted on his hair and pulled his head back, “you’re still an insufferable bastard” they spat out, throwing him to the ground, barely giving him time to use his hands to stop the fall.

“Well…” the man talked, straightening up “You dont exactly know how to make me stop. So, its easy.” They chuckled mockingly as they stood up. Ignoring him, Rogue made a table with two chairs puff into existence.

“Sit” they ordered.

“After you” the captive bowed dramatically. Knowing full well the tremble on their eye and the hand that flew to his neck to shove him down would come. He sighed loudly as Rogue sat down on the other side of the table, “Brute force. You use it too much, Red. And when that doesn’t work, then you use magic. See? That’s why I have stayed sane. That’s why-“

“Merlin, shut up” Rogue ordered.

“Make me” Merlin said. Defiance in his eyes, waiting for a reaction. Anything.

But Rogue simply smiled.