fic: Body, Mind, and Soul
Title: Body, Mind, and Soul
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: pre Roy/Tim, Ollie, references to Connor/Jason
Summary: It was simple really, one life for another
Word Count: 454
Warnings: AU, Slavefic, angst
A/N: another story for a prompt over at fic_promptly over at DW. That place is addicting, This one is for kyrdwyn and the prompt Tim offers himself as Roy's slave if Roy (or Oliver) will spare the life of someone Tim loves.
Tim sank to his knees, his head bowed, “Please your Majesty . . I ask for your mercy.”
King Oliver of Star City leaned back in his throne, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the youth before him. A Prince of Gotham kneeling before him - would wonders never cease. Tim looked like he was trying so hard not to show the fear he had to be feeling. He was so young looking, barely out of boyhood. “Consider what you're offering, what you're giving up. This . . . bargain that you're offering. It isn't something that can be withdrawn.”
Tim gave a short nod, “I know sire. I know what it all means, but I'll do anything to save my brother's life. Jason's actions though unwise, had no malice to them.”
A growl escaped Oliver's lips as his eyes darted to his right to look over at the Crown Prince. Connor looked down at his feet unable to meet his father's eyes, “No malice? In the middle of the night he stole into my palace and crept into my son's room and seduced him. In other kingdoms war would have already been declared and your brother would have been dead.”
“You are wiser than other sovereigns,” Tim said softly. “You see the merit of my offer. Spare my brother's life and I'll give myself up to you in enslavement.”
Oliver's lips formed a thin line as he looked down on the Gotham royal, “I have no need for a Princely slave but . . . Roy?”
The Captain of the Guard had stood behind Tim for the entire audience. In truth his eyes had not left ebony haired youth once. At the mention of his name his eyes flickered up to meet his adoptive father's and then back to Tim. Roy made a half circle around him and finally knelt down in front in front of Tim, cupping his face and making him meet Roy's eyes. A shiver went up Tim's spine that had nothing to do with the fear that coiled in his stomach and everything to do with the gentle touch of his hand and the fire in Roy's eyes. “ . . . . Yes. I'll take him,” Roy stood up again and looked at Oliver. “Call J'onn, I want him to oversee the ceremony, and Ollie . . . the ownership tattoo? I want it to be my mark, not the Queen family crest.”
Oliver nodded, “Prince Timothy, I will spare your brother's life and in exchange you will forsake your title, your obligations, your very life. From this day forward you belong to my son Roy. Body, mind and soul.”
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: pre Roy/Tim, Ollie, references to Connor/Jason
Summary: It was simple really, one life for another
Word Count: 454
Warnings: AU, Slavefic, angst
A/N: another story for a prompt over at fic_promptly over at DW. That place is addicting, This one is for kyrdwyn and the prompt Tim offers himself as Roy's slave if Roy (or Oliver) will spare the life of someone Tim loves.
Tim sank to his knees, his head bowed, “Please your Majesty . . I ask for your mercy.”
King Oliver of Star City leaned back in his throne, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the youth before him. A Prince of Gotham kneeling before him - would wonders never cease. Tim looked like he was trying so hard not to show the fear he had to be feeling. He was so young looking, barely out of boyhood. “Consider what you're offering, what you're giving up. This . . . bargain that you're offering. It isn't something that can be withdrawn.”
Tim gave a short nod, “I know sire. I know what it all means, but I'll do anything to save my brother's life. Jason's actions though unwise, had no malice to them.”
A growl escaped Oliver's lips as his eyes darted to his right to look over at the Crown Prince. Connor looked down at his feet unable to meet his father's eyes, “No malice? In the middle of the night he stole into my palace and crept into my son's room and seduced him. In other kingdoms war would have already been declared and your brother would have been dead.”
“You are wiser than other sovereigns,” Tim said softly. “You see the merit of my offer. Spare my brother's life and I'll give myself up to you in enslavement.”
Oliver's lips formed a thin line as he looked down on the Gotham royal, “I have no need for a Princely slave but . . . Roy?”
The Captain of the Guard had stood behind Tim for the entire audience. In truth his eyes had not left ebony haired youth once. At the mention of his name his eyes flickered up to meet his adoptive father's and then back to Tim. Roy made a half circle around him and finally knelt down in front in front of Tim, cupping his face and making him meet Roy's eyes. A shiver went up Tim's spine that had nothing to do with the fear that coiled in his stomach and everything to do with the gentle touch of his hand and the fire in Roy's eyes. “ . . . . Yes. I'll take him,” Roy stood up again and looked at Oliver. “Call J'onn, I want him to oversee the ceremony, and Ollie . . . the ownership tattoo? I want it to be my mark, not the Queen family crest.”
Oliver nodded, “Prince Timothy, I will spare your brother's life and in exchange you will forsake your title, your obligations, your very life. From this day forward you belong to my son Roy. Body, mind and soul.”