Willing Slave: Male!Mindfang x Lowblood!Reader

Willing Slave: Male!Mindfang x Lowblood!Troll!Reader
by DementeDxACE

Your name is (f/n) (l/n), and you are a lowblood. The second part of that introduction pretty much explains your current situation. You are on the run to preserve your remaining remnants of freedom. A dark and unforgiving forest of Alternia playing a part in your attempt to stay hidden. The jeering calls of blue blood guards surround the air from all around. You just have to stay hidden until they go. You escaped, just you. Maybe they can let just one go.

Let's further explain your predicament. You were unfortunate enough to be spawned from the mothergrub as a (b/c), and it has damned you from the beginning. You've worked for highbloods all your life, it's expected. Regardless, you at least could return to your tiny shack-like hive at the end of the day.

That is being changed now. Every once in a while, the blue bloods come crashing into the lowbloods domain to pick out the more attractive trolls. Those picked out are sold as slaves to the highbloods. Once bought, owners are free to do whatever they please.

You just so happened to catch the eye of the patrol this time. Just your luck you'd be the sexy lowblood of the day. Instead of just being dragged off though, you ran. You ran as fast as your legs could take you.

You can't say your life has been wonderful, but it has at least been somewhat pleasant. You don't want to be used by some pretentious highblood and then thrown away like some kind of toy.

Suddenly you hear footsteps crunching in the undergrowth around you. You suck in your breath and crouch lower behind your tree. You can feel sweat beading on your forehead, and you clench your eyes shut. Anything but becoming a useless toy.

The footsteps fade, and you let out a sigh of relief. Cautiously, you rise to your feet. The ease is short lived though. A harsh pain shoots through the back of your head. Your vision blanks and your out cold by the time your body hits the waiting arms of the blue blood.

When light finally comes to your eyes again, it's blurred. Everything around you is swimming in a whirl of mixed colors and swirling shapes. Your body feels heavy as a rock, but light as air at the same time. There's noises and trolls talking, but it all sounds so weird. It's kind of...funny.

You start giggling softly at everything. The euphoric and dazed feel is almost pleasant.

"Next on our list is a young female (b/c)."

The world suddenly starts moving again, the colors and images shift around madly and then start to settle.

"About nine sweeps in age. Curved figure, untouched. Never pailed."

You giggle as soft touches litter your body. Pokes on your shoulders and side. Suddenly the world swings around again and you burst out into a fit of laughter.

"We'll now begin the bids."

Loud shouts fill the area as highbloods make their bids for the drugged up lowblood. They all fail to notice the formidable opponent that is sneaking upon them.

Suddenly, a blast from a bomb bursts through the crowds. Screams tear out and the jeering laughter of pirates follows. More explosions, and fights ensue.

In your current state, this is all so magical, because magic is real. Your eyelids are starting to droop, and the black overtakes the flowing colors. You feel one last touch on your body before you completely lose consciousness again.

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Your eyes open this time, blurred not from the effects of drugs, but from dizzyness. You blink away the haze and find yourself on the floor of a medium sized room. The floor and walls are wooden panels, and candle sconces provide the main source of light.

You continue lying on the floor as you watch one of the flames dance around. There is one main thought going through your thinkpan right now. This place your in, all wooden paneled, and almost giving the feeling of swaying, where is it?

Carefully, you sit up for a better inspection. This is a poor decision as your head starts to throb intolerably. You let out a shrill yelp and hold your head. The room has begun to spin, but slowly it returns to solidity.

Still holding your head, you glance around the full content of the room. It is well furnished. There's a nest in the far corner, messily kept with the sheets strewn wildly. A large desk sits cluttered with several papers and tools you recognize for navigation.

There are heavy looking dressers at the edges of the room, some with drawers pulled open. At the foot of the nest is an open trunk with clothing piling out.

The most noticeable decoration of the room is a painting hung on the wall behind the desk. The image depicts a pirate on their ship as a storm rages around them. The pirate is garbed in cerulean blue, and you imagine that must be their blood color. This is the detail that sends your heart sinking. Despite your efforts, you must have ended up in the hands of a highblood.

You remain staring at the portrait until you hear a noise from nearby. You turn your head slightly towards the door. The noise came from behind it.

Straining your ear, you hear heavy footsteps. Voices follow, and they are louder as they become nearer. It's a deep male tone.

You freeze for a moment, terrified of who might come through that door. You're fight or flight instinct is functional though. Wary of your still aching head, you scuttle to your feet.

You are now also becoming aware of your new attire. A worn black frock. Slave clothes. The guards that captured you must have put you in them when they sold you.

You grit your fangs at the clothes, but continue your current task. You need to hide. If you're lucky, you can maybe make a surprise escape if some troll comes in the room. You might not be able to take on a highblood right now, but you can rely on your feet.

Dashing behind the desk, you suck in your breath. Just as you crouch underneath, you hear the door swing open.

"- and I don't want aaaaaaaany bloody disturbances!" You hear the broad voice from before drawl. The pitch of his voice is mesmerizing but dominating. It sends shivers down your spine and you scrunch into a tighter ball. The door slams shut, and you jump slightly.

You hear the steps of boots thudding further into the room. You find yourself quite surprised by the lack of reaction from this troll yet. You've disappeared, but they make no outburst.

The last reaction you'd expect it what comes next. The teasing sound of a soft chuckle. The troll finds something amusing, but what? Why the hell would they laugh when their purchase has up and disappeared!?

Cautiously, you crawl to the side of the desk and peer out into the room. The man standing in the room has his broad back turned to you.  He wears a long black jacket with cerulean embroidery making sharp designs. His heavy boots and hat have the same design.

He removes the hat, the large blue feather swaying in the process, and tosses it to the bed. This reveals messy, short locks. His horns show more vibrantly, in the shape of a scorpion's stinger and pincher.

One of his boots starts to turn in your direction, and you quickly duck back behind your hiding spot. You'll have to make a dash for it fast. You wasted too much time being distracted on his looks.

You wait a couple of seconds as you hear his footsteps echoing away from you and then silence. You take a deep breath and look at the door. Measuring the distance, you decide to take one last look at your wannabe owner's position.

Peeking out from behind the side of the desk, your eyes are met with nothing. The man isn't there.

Jaw dropping, and eyes going wide, you peer a little further out. He's completely disappeared. how the hell could he have disappeared?

"What the-"

"Heeeeeeeey kid."  

The drawl of the voice above you sends a jolt through your core. Before you can even look up, the guy grabs onto your shoulder. He pulls you up to him where he crouches on the desk. You can only stare at his deviously grinning face.

Oh no, he's hot.

The high collar of his coat opens to reveal a strongly defined jaw. His cheekbones are high, and his eyes are slightly slanted. One of his eyes actually has seven pupils. His messily styled hair frames his face and just barely brushes into his eyes.

He cocks a brow suggestively and leans closer to your shocked face.

"Enjoying the view?"

Your mouth closes, and you find a (b/c) blush crawling onto your cheeks. Unfortunately for you, this stranger notices it. He snickers teasingly and your gape is replaced with a frown. You narrow your eyes at him, and get your mind back together.

It doesn't matter if this guy is hot. He bought you as a slave and his purpose is to use you. You refuse to let that happen. You'll escape.

While he stares at you, amused, you grab his arm that holds you. Before he can react, you chomp down through his jacket until his hand releases your shoulder.

"Ouch!" He exclaims.

You stumble out of his reach and get into a fighting stance. You're hardly as strong as this guy probably is, but you can say you went down with a fight.

"What the fuck was that about?" The cerulean blood growls.

"I am not a slave! You wasted an investment purchasing me highblood!" You snarl.

His eyes widen a fraction, but then they crinkle at the corners. A smile curls onto his lips before he starts laughing.

"That's rich! To think I'd pay for a slave!" He bursts.

Your stance falls and you give him a strange look. What is this guy even talking about? If he didn't buy you, then how are you here?

"What do you mean?" You question.

He looks up at you with a grin. Jumping from the desk, he walks towards you. His tall frame towers over you menacingly, his expression proving no more comforting. There's a devious and sadistic look in his eyes that you are beginning to think is stuck there.

You find yourself unwillingly backing up as he steps closer and closer. At last, the wall halts your procession. You gaze warily up into his yellow and blue eyes.

"I am the Marquess Spinner Mindfang. I'm a pirate, and I have no purpose in paying for the things I want when I can steal them."

His voice lowers to a whisper and he leans closely to your face. The deep and husky sounds leaves you paralyzed like the effect of a spider's venom.

Mindfang, as he introduced, places his mouth near your ear. His warm breath on your neck sends a shock through you.

"You'll let me steal you, right?"

You feel like your mind is going fuzzy, but with a shake of your head, you dispel the feeling. You can't accept this, can you? He's still a highblood that thinks he can just have everything he wants because of his grub-right. He hasn't forced you to do anything though. He even took your from the auction you could have been sold off yet. There's also the fact that no matter how hard you want to push him away, you're attracted.

He interests you. He is strange, and it interests you. It's like a fly being lured into a spider web.

With a deep breath, you glare at him. You keep a steady gaze and puff your chest out slightly.

"My name is (f/n) (l/n), and I'll stay here," You state firmly. His sharp teeth glare as his grin widens. "but there is no way in hell that I'm your toy!" You growl.

Mindfang rears back with laughter. His shoulders heave with the burst, and the action shocks you. What about that was so funny?

In your distraction, you cease to notice is laugh end. Your attention only returns when you feel a strong hand grasp your chin. Rough lips cover yours in a quick but demanding kiss.

Mindfang pulls back with a smirk.

"Sounds greeeeeeeeat. Welcome to my ship." He drawls.

Before you can respond, he strides away. His jacket flaps behind him in a gust of wind as the door opens. With a wink of his seven pupiled eye, he leaves.

You slowly place your hand to your cheek to feel the immense warmth. Your face has turned dark (b/c), and you realize something. You are really in over your head here.

(Headcanon: No recuperacoons until more modern times. Ancestors slept in nests of blankets.