Glass Day

[Masterlist]

I didn’t manage to finish this piece for the original Glass Day, but @brutal-nemesis Rewind Month motivated me to come back to it, so now, after a year and two months - a totally reasonable amount of time - here’s a new Hell’s Bakery piece.

cw: pet whump, fairy whumpee, child whumpers (nothing too drastic), motherly lady whumper, dehumanization, humiliation, mouth gore (not witnessed by the children), cuts, blood, restraints.

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“I’m not lying! Benji said-”

“Then Benji’s lying!”

“He’s not!”

“But it’s stupid!”

The twins have been bickering since they returned home - their raised voices flooded the apartment with the force of a tsunami when they opened the door, startling Lys. They’re loud, too absorbed in whatever Benji had told Igor to care about the noise they’re making, throwing their backpacks on the floor with enough force that Lys can’t help but worry about the contents. He takes comfort in their quarrel; it means he gets left alone - neither of the twins so much as addressed him after coming home - and he wouldn’t mind it lasting for the rest of the day.

The twins are… unpredictable. He’s terrified of Barb with her unsettlingly warm motherly facade, but her actions seem purposeful, calculated, and she clearly understands that he’s not a pet. That idea she seems to have created specifically for the kids - and it worked wonders.

Hell’s Bakery masterlist

In a world where supernaturals and humans have coexisted as equals for centuries, Lysander, a half-fairy, finds himself kidnapped and made into a pet by a sweet suburban witch and her family.

General warnings for the series: urban fantasy pet whump, dehumanization, motherly lady whumper, torture.

@my-whumpy-little-heart​ (prompt from this list)

@faewhump​ @lonesome–hunter​

cw: captivity/pet whump, fairy whumpee, lady whumper, intimate (motherly) whumper, muzzles, restraints, dehumanization.

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He learns their names during dinner later that day. He’s not given anything, left to watch the family instead from where he’s chained in the corner of the room. They glance at him every now and again - the boys, who lighten up with excitement whenever they set their eyes on him, most often - but they don’t address him, don’t even talk about him, engrossed in the most mundane of topics.

@garbagewhump​ (prompt from this list) say hello to a tiny new project.

cw: kidnapping, pet whump, lady whumper, intimate (motherly) whumper, fairy whumpee, muzzles, restraints, dehumanization, noncon touching (non-sexual), drugging.

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“Mom, is he ever going to wake up? I’m bored.”

“Patience, honey. Poor thing got a pretty big dose back there.”

As if on cue, there’s movement, and the two boys gasp, their eyes glued to the bound captive, who tenses up and stirs in his drug-induced sleep.

“It’s waking up!”

“It’s a he, honey, remember? Don’t be rude.” A pause, interrupted only by the captive’s quiet groan. “His name is Lys”, the woman adds, almost affectionate, almost proud.

“Weird name.”

“I did consider changing it, but it’s not that bad. Has its charm.”

There’s an oooh of disappointment.

“But we could’ve chosen something cool!”, one of the boys pouts. “Like Rocky.”

“He’s not a dog, Kuba. And Lys suits him way better, anyway.”

The captive’s eyes blink open. More gasps, a hasty half-step backwards.

“Hey, he’s not dangerous. Don’t worry.”

He certainly isn’t, not in his bound and muzzled state, lying on his side on the floor, a chain connecting his restraints to a sturdy metal ring in the wall. He’s still out of it, his dark eyes reflecting only haze.

“Hey.” The woman carefully reaches out to brush his hair, ruffled in transit, away from his face. “Lys.”

He manages to focus his eyes on her face, even though he looks far from aware of his surroundings. She brushes her knuckles over his temple, and he closes his eyes halfway again, relaxing into the comforting touch, which makes the woman chuckle.

“See? Nice and calm. You’ll be comfortable here in no time.”

“What if someone comes looking for him?”, the girl, up until now silent, asks, frowning. “Like, he has a family, right?”

He blinks rapidly, realization washing over him bit by bit.

And then, he screams. He jerks his body, the bindings stopping him from springing to his feet. The boys cry out - a shrill sound that turns into nervous giggling; the woman shoots them a warning glance before turning back to Lys.

“Shh, shh. Calm down, dear.” She says, putting one hand on his arm and the other on the side of his head to stop him from thrashing. “They won’t be looking for you, I promise. I will keep you safe. Okay?” 

He sobs into the muzzle, his eyes, wide with terror, darting between the four figures looming over him, stopping on the woman firmly holding him down, whose fond smile sends chills down his spine.

“Welcome to the family, Lys.”