Title: Heart's Captive 1/? AU
Pairing: Logan/Remy
Author: Gothabilly13
Warning: violence, m/m sex, slash, suggested no con, swearing, slavery, abuse
Notes: This is my own world. It's not historically accurate nor is it cannon. But being a ten year vet of the Renaissance Fair it was inevitable. Mostly I want to know if anyone thinks this has any potential and if I should keep it going. Please let me know what you think.
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Disclaimer: They do not belong to me and I make no money. This is all for entertainment and creative purging.
Chapter 1
The pounding of hooves on earth drew attention as the party of riders came to a stop at the edge of the rag tag camp. Chatter ran through the small mass of villagers and farmers who were there to see the sights as the titled and wealthy bid for the new arrival of undesirables. The blacksmith William Fasier recognized the lords and approached to help tie up the horses.
"M'lords, the selection is vast." he said his voice a deep rumble from his barrel chest. The first man dismounted landing on the ground with a sound thud. The dark stripes of his clan's tartan spoke volumes before he could open his mouth. His jet black hair was tied back with a knot-work clasp. He nodded to the much taller smithy, his bright blue eyes flashing with respect for the man. There was another thud and the second man landed next to them.
The second lord was younger and taller. His sandy brown hair held in place with the circlet that denoted his linage. His peculiar eyes though normally gray, seemed to pulse with an orange glow. His mouth was tight as he nodded to William as well.
"Thank ya, William. Was there any ya think we should look at?" he asked and clapped the smithy on the shoulder with one wide hand.
"Aye, there be two I fear'll end up inna bad way if ya lordships donna get them." William answered, his kind face creased in disgust. The others dismounted and settled the horses while the two lords walked toward the shabby circle of vardos and tents.
"I still dunna like this, Scott." the first lord said his voice growling through his teeth as he looked around picking out the new comers from the village folk with ease. There was an empty eyed, haunted look to the bedraggled people. Scott shook his head and nudged the shorter man with his shoulder.
"We have ta check, Logan." he said and pointed toward the biggest cluster of people around two wagons with barred sides. "There, William?" he asked as the smithy came up to walk along side them. He nodded his head and dropped his voice.
"One, looks'a great beast, but blue as wode. He speaks Gaelic but sounds ta be of Ennis." he said and caught the looks from both lords. "T'other is a demon with great yellow eyes and he too is blue." he pushed aside a few people who looked up ready to argue until they laid eyes on the pair at his side.
"He speaks a strange tongue but it's no' babbling, sounds like he's tryin t'say somethin'." he said his gentle heart showing in the pained tone he had. "They bein' treated bad, yer lordships." he said and then came to a halt before the two caged wagons.
Cowered on the filthy straw covered floor of the first wagon was a small humanoid figure. Shakles were clamped on the creature's ankles and seemed to have chaffed away the dark blue skin revealing raw looking pinkness. His large yellow eyes blinked in the sunlight. Strange three digit hands reached out in a pleading way as the fanged mouth repeated two sounds over and over.
"Bitte Halfen."
Logan cocked his head as he looked at the poor creature, a long pointed tail slithered in the straw as the being looked at him repeating the words. Logan's heart thumped hard as he tried to control his anger.
"Germanic. He's speakin' Germanic. He's a man." his teeth ground as he spoke. Scott nodded his head, his face just as grim.
The second cage rocked with a roar as the crowd around it jumped back. A dirty looking boy with ragged trewes was poking the contents of the cage with a rather mean looking stick. There was a slamming sound and a large blue furred face appeared at the bars.
"Lig me' amach!" the beast spat and the collective gasp was loud. He was speaking their own language but the accent was funny.
"Aye, of Ennis. An' he wants out" Scott said motioning Logan toward the cage with the Germanic being while he stepped up to the beast's cage. Logan grunted and moved close to the bars causing another gasp to run through the gathered people.
It had been a while since he had spoken the language but he knew he could get his point across. He crouched down as the yellow eyes widened and looked fearfully hopeful.
~"Be calm, we will help you. You must trust us. Don't run. They will kill you if you do."~ he said his words halting a little. The being gasped almost a sob.
~"Please, help me."~ he pleaded. Logan nodded and tapped the bars.
~"Trust me."~ he said and stood up.
Scott had conveyed a similar message to the furred beast getting a bit more information from the intelligent creature. He returned to Logan's side and then nodded to and slave master.
"These two, what else ya got?" he demanded with a regal tone. Murmurs went up around them but the two lords ignored it. William stuck with them like a loyal hound. The slaver snarled to his lackeys and moved to negotiate with the lords.
Suddenly there was an explosion from a vardo at the end of the camp and people scattered screaming. A pair of men tumbled from the now burning wagon and rolled in the mud.
There was shouting as the men surged forward trying to figure out what was going on. A large handler was doing his best to subdue another smaller male. The slender figure seemed to be all knees and elbows that landed in soft places causing sharp cries and handler punches. Finally another man got the flailing hands and tied them with a stout rope at the small of the slender male's back.
They hauled him to his feet roughly and drug him forward. He was covered in thick black mud from head to foot. His long hair hung in black muddy clumps over his face.
"Devil's child tryin' t'scape." the slaver grunted and back handed the slave, knocking him off his feet again. Scott stepped forward between the fallen slave and the brute.
"Stay yer hand!" he said his eyes pulsing orange. Logan was at his side, hands fisted as his wrists rippled with the urge to loose his claws. "What's the problem?" Scott asked in a calmer voice. He nudged Logan silently telling him to stand down. The shorter man growled and shook his head as he turned to pull the slave to his feet again.
"He's jus' a whelp." he said glaring at the slaver with hatred. "Ya bastard, sellin' bebies now?" Logan grunted. The burly peddler grinned evilly and showed his wealth of gold teeth.
"He's a spawn o'the devil. Makes fire wit his hands. Ya donna' want his kinda trouble, M'lords." he said. Scott's face grew hard and he lifted his chin.
"Donna presume ta tell us what we want." he stated in a cold tone. The slaver looked taken aback and tried to stammer his apology. Scott waved him off and nodded to the cages.
"Get them ready." he said and turned to his companion. Logan had the boy by the scruff of his tunic. The young boy spat mud and shook his hair back. A pair of blazing red and black eyes pierced them with a rage almost palpable.
The pair exchanged another silent look and William caught the subtle nod from Logan. He worried at the choices his lords were making. These were dangerous slaves, what were they going to do with them? Scott turned and called to the slaver master.
"We'll take this one too."