20: leave my muse out in the cold

contents: well, that, captivity whump, chains, mention of alcohol.

Oscar was freezing, but it could be worse, as he kept reminding himself. It could be night, it could be a sunless day - not that the sun even reached his spot. He had been given fairly warm clothes, just short of being sufficient, and he wasn't entirely immobilized; his ankle was chained to a pillar and the chain was long enough that he could pace back and forth to keep himself warm- warmer, at least. 

He'd always hated the cold, freezing air on his skin when he flew too high up, snow, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he remembered all the lighthearted jokes and teasing about his love for wearing multiple layers and fighting the winter by staying at home with a hot beverage and a blanket. How ironic that that was how Bradley decided to mess with him, punish him for one insult too many.

How convenient for you, asshole, Oscar thought, looking up and glaring when he saw Bradley watching him from the obscenely large windows, and his boiling anger warmed him up a bit when Bradley flashed his teeth in a grin and tipped his glass of mulled wine at his shivering captive.

"I know that," he says, looking down, the pain on his face proof that that knowledge doesn't make it any easier to hear it said out loud. "I... hope I won't start drinking again, the bastard made me quit after all, but... I know I'll end up alone again. Still... better than being with him. So much better."

@lonesome--hunter

- his birthday is January 10

- while on SV-240 he picked up new crafts all the time, like wood-carving, winemaking, and even pottery at some point, even though he could just ask Berkeley's bunch to bring him whatever he needed. He simply wanted to pass time and make something more or less useful in the process.

- at the beginning of his friendship with Berkeley he used to tease him the way he messed with Wren later on, by convincing him that every little creature on the planet was deadly. Berkeley didn't find it amusing. It didn't take long for Daniel to really start respecting him, and he stopped messing with him then.

Wrong Place, Wrong Time

[Masterlist]

This is a concept I’ve been toying with since January, but it never turned into anything more fleshed out. Inspiration suddenly struck, so here it is now. I’m not promising anything, the story’s more or less just a loose idea, but I’d love to do more with it.

cw: hero/villain whump, hero whumper, winged villain whumpee, defiant whumpee, capture, falling from a height, pinned down, struggling to breathe, restraints, drugging, needles, police, implied future captivity, alcohol mention, swearing.

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When Oscar was caught, air left his lungs.

For a split second he felt relieved in a strange, detached way - the panic that was pushing him forward as he zigzagged between buildings was suddenly cut short when his pursuer caught up to him, when cold metal wound around his wings, pulling him down. His eyes went wide and his stomach sank as he was stopped mid-motion, and the fear accompanying the realization that he’d been caught finally rang in his mind.

No.

He flailed wildly, trying to free his wings, the last desperate attempt to free himself before he had to put his hands forward to break his fall, but once again his breath was knocked out of him when he hit the concrete. When he tried to get up despite the metal rope keeping his wings stretched out on the ground, there was a strange whooshing sound and something, two somethings, landed on him, pinned his neck and legs down, stopping him when he flinched violently.

No!

Warmth

For @whumpmasinjuly, day 12!

Timeline: set after Scars + Collared.

cw: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, defiant whumpee, forced domesticity, referenced noncon, nudity mention, suicidal ideation, discussion of drowning, referenced animal attack, alcohol mention.

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It’s always warm on SV-240.

They’re near the equator, Daniel explained once, the only part of the planet able to sustain so much flora and fauna - and human life.

Wren can’t help but bitterly wish Daniel had crashed anywhere else, the lucky bastard.

There are no seasons, just temperatures fluctuating from pleasantly warm to unbearably hot, occasionally dropping to where they need to wear long-sleeved shirts outdoors; but there’s no winter, no snow, no chilly wind, and even the rain is lukewarm. Adds to the atmosphere of permanent summer vacation that Daniel enjoys so much, Wren supposes, wiping his forehead, his gaze fixed on the ground as he tries not to trip and fall on a terrain that he, unlike his captor, isn’t used to.

Answered something similar here, but here’s some more thoughts!