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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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@shikigamiuwu said :

"So y/n is a sex slave that Lilia brought for his son for Silvers birthday ( let’s just say that this is a medieval ages idea setup), Since Lilia know that Y/N is Silver totally type of girl, decided to brought it and gift it to her. So Lilia dress Y/N in a sexy and expensive lingerie and give him to Silver became just like the First one infatuated to Y/N and was really possessive to Y/N, Silver will go to lengths of beheading the person who touch her or help her escape from his grasp. (Lilia just supporting his son and helping him clean the mess and train her darling). You can put spicy stuff more into it if you want."

AGAIN. This plot too has so much potential to be a Sinfic _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): im crying—

Warnings : Dub-Con | Slavery | Master-Slave Relationship

Since the Valley of Thorns is essentially a place where magic is everything, I would presume that a human who do not possess a knack of magic is treated as the lowest of the low.

The man that bought you was strange, a unique multi-colored hairstyle and his fangs were sharp underneath that mischievous smile. He says he has a lonely son who had been eyeing you for a while now, but you have no knowledge of this “son” he speaks of. But this youthful-looking adult seemed like a big deal, considering how your employer immediately sold you off without further explanations. Before you knew it, you were placed in a carriage with the strange young man, giggling about how happy you would make his son to be.

This “son” of his was named Silver.

One look at him and it was immediate to you that they were unrelated by blood. For one thing, Silver seems to be a human whilst that strange man who bought you was not, he was a fairy of all things. They sure do seem like they share the same fatherly bond as strong as any other family though, it almost made you envious. “Lilia”, the name of the man who bought you, had only issued one order for you to follow, the only request that he asked of you.

“Try and get along with Silver if you will, (Y/N). Keep him happy at all times.”

You were a slave, but you were brought as a gift to keep Silver company during his birthday. When you first met him, he was quiet and polite, a true gentleman that made you feel like you were the princess and he was your knight. Perhaps it was the fact that this was the first time that you have been given this level of respect in your life that it made you feel lost on what to do. But Silver never minded your awkwardness, he sticks to you like a lost puppy when it should be you who needed to act like that. He was as strange as his adoptive father, in the most opposite of ways.

Lilia told you that Silver had been “eyeing” you for a while now, that’s the whole reason why he specifically bought you in the first place, because you were already a familiar face to him. You were confused at first, but now that you’re actually here, serving Silver in actuality, you began to understand what he means. He acts way too familiar with you, often interacting with you that you don’t think is befitting for a master to do with his slave. He follows you around like a lost puppy, asking how your day was, and even shows you quite the affection sometimes. He doesn’t show too much emotions himself, but there’s instances of assertiveness whenever he’s with you that you just can’t help but notice.

Silver...doesn’t really let you leave out of his sight, majority of all the times, not that you’re allowed to anyways. Everything that you needed to do in private must be relayed to him or else he’ll come rushing in panic the moment he finds you not by his side anymore. It’s gotten worse to the point that you were not allowed to sleep on your own bed anymore or even take a bath by yourself. You don’t get lucky when he’s asleep either, you’d think he’s a deep sleeper but as one of the personal guards of the young master of the Valley of Thorns, his strength doesn’t falter even when he had closed his eyes for the night. One little movement you make away from him always ends up with him growling in his sleep and in instant, his arms tightly wrapped around you in a suffocating manner.

“Listen to me...” He told you one night, his head laying on your lap as he reached out his hand to caress your cheek. His touch was gentle and warm yet, his expression was stern and serious, the entire opposite to show you how much you needed to pay attention to the next words that will come out of his mouth. “You’re not allowed to treat others like this, do you get it? I should be the only one occupying your mind.”

“...Like you are to mine.” He started saying possessive things like that in just a span of a few weeks, you don’t quite understand what he means the first time but you nod anyways. He always smiles when you agree with him before, satisfied with your answer but you did not expect him to sit up from his position and leaned closer to your face this time. It was by then that you realized that he had initiated the first ever shared kiss between the two of you. He was gentle, yet impatient like he had been waiting for this moment for so long that he wanted to savor this moment for just as long.

His feelings for you became stronger ever since that day, but came with it was an even stronger possessive feeling for you. Both men and women are no longer allowed to come near you, god forbid what happens to those who even dare to look at you funny. He wasn’t a violent person, just passive-aggressive most of the time, but he has the power that can intimidate people away...Hell, he can even scare you in some degree. Long story-short, the only person that you were allowed to think of was him and him alone, there are no exceptions, but that goes the same for him too.

Then, came the day of his birth once again this year, it was such a busy yet joyous day for everyone. You provided him with a simple gift that you made yourself, in which Silver had rewarded you with a gentle, grateful smile like he always doees. “Thank you, I’ll treasure it dearly.” His words alone made you warm on the inside, something that you didn’t think was possible for a slave to feel. You were lucky to be able to serve a master like him, for you to be loved and treated like how a human being should be. Silver made you feel all those things, and for that you were just as grateful.

It almost feels like you belong just right in this family.

But as night came on the very same day, you wondered why Silver began leading you away from the crowd and into his room. He said he had a request, a wish that only you could fulfill, so you were more than happy to comply. But as he sat you down to the bed and began to kiss you like he had been doing quite often now; it began to feel as if something else was at play here. “I want you...” He whispered in a ragged, impatient breath, cheeks flushing as his hazy eyes stared intently back at you.

You didn’t say anything in return and just let him do what he wants, pinning you down by the bed as his kisses became even more erratic, messy, and passionate. You didn’t know what to feel, you were so used to the feeling of being treated normally, like a friend, like a family that you nearly forget what your status really is in the first place...You are a slave through and through, you are destined to perform these acts and please your master however they desire. But perhaps it was because you’ve become too spoiled due to how they treated you that you could feel your stomach churning from the feeling of being treated differently now.

You were...nervous.

As evident with how you began to breathe heavily from just with his touch alone and his hands exploring your body had you sweating bullets. You gulped as a response when he reached down where your clothed flower was, you were trembling. You are a slave, you should know by now that you are going to be treated like this at some point in your life, and yet you were scared. The realization and the true meaning of his words when your master said that he wanted you is coming down upon you at the same time. You were scared, terrified especially as he began to mark your neck and started pulling down on your clothes.

...But it was way too late to say quits at this point for you have already fallen, you’ve lost the moment you felt yourself at home in the comfort of this family. You have no choice but accept such fate, especially when Silver looked so ecstatic about it, mistaking your trembling body as an act of excitement. In the end, you should’ve known better than to get attached to your master like this, to empathize with him and allow your mind to create a soft spot for him. You can’t bear to see him enraged, disappointed, or even sad due to your rejection...It’s all too painful for you to witness.

...But maybe that was the point after all? The unexpected fate of the slave that belonged to Silver. A proof of how emotions can too be a lethal weapon to corrupt one’s mind.

#yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere #silver twisted wonderland #yandere silver #Birthday Crumbs (Silver)

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nezothecat · 4 years

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Chapter 4

‘This is the first.’ Thought Baron Fharom upon seeing his fidgeting son, Naell who looked troubled.

″Father, I’ve been thinking. I do not really have the talents for martial arts, so I don’t think the recommendation that I was given is really valid, hence I’ve declined as I told you the other day.”

It was true. Even Baron Fharom believed his son’s martial arts were mediocre at best.

‘Even so, we’re nobles. He could still pursue his studies in the capital to succeed me. Or at least that was the plan.’

Fharom recalled the conversation he had with Naell. To him, it wasn’t a bad idea to be a commoner again. He had saved some money from previously being an adventurer, not to mention he also thought of building a shop near their estate. He thought of how it was a good way to stay where they were and do business with the new Baron that would be assigned there.

‘I can sell Lilia’s paintings while I use my aura to identify weapons. Only Lily was sad to leave this place, even going as far as to train. She is really cute.’ Fharom was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he got surprised by the following words his son had to say.

“Therefore Father, with your permission, I would like to take the entrance exam of magic in the capital.”

Fharom saw his son smiling with confidence, and that the fidgeting boy he saw earlier now looked more like a proper mage.

“Ha---ve you awakened?” Fharom couldn’t hide the shock in his voice when he asked his son.

“Not quite, but I was feeling the tingling sensation of magic in the air, Father.”

Naell recalled the information he got on how mages first feel the essence of magic.

The book, Arts and Magic introduced how the people in that world determined if they were mages or martial artists.

A MARTIAL ARTISTS awakening happens when one has attained the ability to feel one’s life force, leading them to materialize it into their weapons; this force is known as their AURA. On the other hand, MAGES will feel a tingling sensation as early as the age of four; this being called MANA.

There are special cases, such as martial artists that use their aura to tame animals or monsters called TAMERS or mages who use transmutation magic; being called ALCHEMISTS and some others.

But basically, martial artists can awaken by training and understanding the energy of living things. They get the aura from their surroundings, strengthening it and making that aura their own. That was the reason why a martial artist needs to train their body and mind, so it may be a suitable vessel that holds the aura, that in return will make them stronger.

Mages, on the other hand, use mana that comes from the spirit. All beings have the spirit to form their mana core, but not everyone can unlock the sensation to feel it. That was why mages are rarer than arts. Mages would also borrow the flow of mana from the spirit of the universe to replenish their mana.

“To think you are just on the verge of awakening even if you are past that age.”

“I’m a late bloomer I guess, or it might have been the bruises I took that made me feel the sensation, ha...hA...HA.”

“HA...Ha...ha” Both of their laughter was dry and awkward.

Naell and his dad talked more about other stuff such as the misunderstanding of Naell wanting to revoke their nobility. Naell did sweat a little as he nodded, jokingly that it wasn’t his intention at all. After some time, he decided to head to his room and initiate his plan.

‘I need to do it now.’ Naell was waiting for someone to knock on his door. If that person catches on, then it would be the start of Naell’s road to becoming a mage.

When he heard from Baron Fharom how Naell was on the verge of awakening his magic, he excitedly ran towards Naell’s room where the young master told his father he’d head to.

*knock*

“Young master?” Sebastian really couldn’t contain himself as he knocked and waited for Naell to respond.

He was so emotional, he couldn’t stop shaking.

He, all that time felt guilty when his student, Alicia Beryldot, the deceased wife of Baron Fharom, mother of Naell, died protecting the nobles in that summit.

It was supposed to be Sebastian who had died in that summit, but Alicia, before he could even cast that magic himself, cast the spell before him. At that time, she was saying something that he didn’t hear.

He would often remember how Alicia in her last moment still smiled cheekily as she exhausted all her mana before she laid breathless.

A part of him knew he could not have performed that sort of spell, and perhaps Alicia knew it too. He thought that was why she cast it herself. He was often troubled with what Alicia’s last words were since he couldn’t understand at that time.

Not until Fharom had approached him and told him it was not his fault. There he realized what Alicia was trying to tell him.

“Take care of my family, Sensei.”

*******

“Come in Elder.′

Sebastian was partly surprised to hear that Naell was expecting him. As he opened the door, he was greeted by a smile, reminiscent of his old student, Alicia when she was up to her cheeky mischief.

After closing the door, Sebastian was once again shocked upon seeing that the mana revolving around Naell, was still the same. He breathed in, to calm his nerves and spoke as calmly as possible. His voice had traces of doubts and hints of disappointment.

“Young master...”

Upon seeing Sebastian’s reaction, Naell became somewhat hesitant to continue what he had to say.

‘After all, he is my mother’s teacher.’

“Elder Sebastian.”

“...”

“You heard from my father?”

“Yes...” Somehow, Sebastian was brought back to reality.

After taking a deep breath, Naell decided to tell him the truth.

“Actually... I lied to my father when I said, I could sense the flow of mana in the air.”

Silence filled the room after Naell’s confession. He actually did say a lie to his father. But it was actually a white lie simply because Naell knew how to awaken one’s magic.

Around Volume 2 of The book, Arts and Magic during the travel of the protagonist, Andrew to the capital. He, together with his main heroine, Viola Lumiheal, and his best friend, the half-elf string user Rizaul Kekoy, infiltrated a bandit hideout.

Different kinds of races were introduced in that book. Such as the demi-humans, beast, elves, dwarves, dragon race, monster race, and even evil ones such as demons. Rizaul was a half-human, half-elf that excelled in agility while specializing in his string aura.

Andrew’s group fought a black mage that was actually part of the terrorist organization that was planning on bombing the capital. They managed to defeat the bandits and kill the black mage, but at the expense of Andrew being inflicted with dark magic. Viola, as a mage, wanted to heal Andrew but because her elemental magic is light, she was afraid since light and dark contradict each other.

Luckily for them, the kingdom was actually monitoring the situation and managed to save Andrew on the brink of death. One of the few S-rank adventurers, also known as [Lightningale, the Anti-Witch] Sarah W. Star was there. She made a gamble and determined that Andrew was actually capable of using light magic but because he could not unlock it, he was not able to. So they wagered and tried to input some light magic in him, triggering his mana core and vaporizing the darkness within his body.

After that, Andrew became the first human martial artist who could coat his aura with light magic, making him a true holy knight. Of course, there were special cases like the mighty dragon race that could use both mana and aura.

What Naell learned in that chapter was how it was actually possible to manually awaken someone, but to do so, one has to have the lineage of a mage. That was why he was sure that with the help of Sebastian, he could awaken his potential.

Going back, Sebastian could only answer with sadness in his voice,

“I... know.”

After that, neither Sebastian nor Naell was talking anymore. He felt suffocated since the elder didn’t speak, but was just standing in a daze. He felt the atmosphere grow heavy.

‘Why do I feel like I’m going to die here?’ Naell thought, while still smiling. His face became so stiff after the long silence, that he could no longer change it.

On the other hand, Sebastian remembered a similar scenario. Every time his student, Alicia would do something incredibly crazy yet magnificent, she would smile like Naell in a very cheeky way.

This lifted the heavy atmosphere since Sebastian laughed like an old man, and considering his last name is Claus, it funnily made sense at that moment.

“Hohoho” Hearing Sebastian’s laughter made Naell feel weird. He thought about Santa’s possible first murder. But he managed to say what he needed.

“Elder, help me awaken.”

*******

Somehow, Naell managed to persuade Sebastian to lend him a hand. Since it was already late, they decided to do it the next day.

Sebastian was still skeptical of the conversation they had. Considering magic was studied thoroughly by every kingdom, he knew awakening one’s magic was a rare natural manifestation at the tender age of 4.

*knock*

“Master Fharom.″

Baron Fharom let out an awkward smile when he saw elder Sebastian enter his room.

“As always Elder, please just call me by my name.”

“Hohoho” Sebastian had just laughed it off while he sat facing Fharom.

The relationship between Sebastian and Fharom could be considered as an uncle looking out for his nephew, considering Sebastian treated Alicia as his own daughter.

“So how is my son?”

“We’ve talked about some matters that he wanted to be kept only between us.”

Sebastian recalled the conversation he had with Naell.

“Will you help me awaken, Elder?”

“If I will be of use, then I will gladly help you, Young master.

″Thank you Sensei.”

“Hmmm, but how?”

“Believe in me Sensei.”

“Hohoho”

“Young master, since it is getting late, let’s continue tomorrow.”

“Ah of course. But I hope you will keep these matters only between us.”

“As you wish, Hohoho.”

“I see... Ever since he got beaten, he changed for the better.” Baron Fharom couldn’t really hide his gladness upon seeing the changes happening towards his son.

Back then, he was really afraid that his son would be caught in a mess that he himself initiated.

That was why when he heard about what happened, Baron Fharom felt immensely heartbroken and depressed. Luckily, the event was a blessing in disguise.

“Do not worry Fharom, I will guide him as a mage.”

Upon hearing his name without honorifics, Baron Fharom felt glad and thankful that he had Elder Sebastian, to guide his son. He then stood up and bowed down.

“Thank you, Uncle.”

#Transmigrated into a Noble's beaten son #transmigration #isekai #slice of life #novel

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