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.

~~~

“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.

Birdcage

[Masterlist]

Continued from Proper Introductions.

cw: hero/villain whump, pet whump, defiant winged whumpee, captivity, dehumanization, caged, restraints, threats, forced name change, humiliation, manhandling, mention of strangulation, hand gagging.

~~~

“A bird joke. Isn’t that too original?”

“Couldn’t help myself”, Bradley laughed, draping a large towel around Oscar’s shoulders in an attempt to dry his wings at least a little bit. “Black birds are so serious, but canaries? They’re fun! They’re adorable! They’re… pets.”

Oscar’s stomach sank at that, and he swallowed. Deep down he’d known that was basically what Bradley had made him into when he decided to keep him - a phrase that made him nauseous the first time he heard it - but hearing it said out loud still felt like a punch, a series of punches, each more painful than the last.

“I’m not your pet, and my name is-” His words turned into a sharp mmph! when Bradley covered his mouth with his hand.

“Ah-ah, I know it, but I don’t want to hear it. You’re Canary now. Get used to it.” There was genuine sadistic glee in Bradley’s voice, and yet Oscar felt as if it was the glee of a first-timer, reveling in this unique opportunity to humiliate and threaten.

He had just been given a new toy, after all.

Proper Introductions

[Masterlist]

Dusted off another old WIP, so here’s a continuation of Wrong Place, Wrong Time.

cw: hero/villain whump, winged villain whumpee, hero whumper, defiant whumpee, manhandling, captivity, restraints, police, forced name change, dehumanizing name, referenced drugging, trophified.

~~~

He was handled like cargo, sedated while Bradley dealt with formalities, and when he was finally allowed to sober up he wasn’t even given any time to process the revelation of what was going to happen to him; instead he was unceremoniously thrown in the back of a van, wrists and wings restrained. The officers handling him weren’t wearing uniforms, and the van was unmarked, a clear sign that whatever was happening to him was no longer official and constrained by protocols.

It didn’t instill him with optimism, to say the least.

@garbagewhump​ (prompt from this list)

@faewhump​ @lonesome--hunter​

cw: captivity/pet whump, fairy whumpee, dehumanization, muzzles, restraints, kidnapping.

~~~

Night has fallen and Lys has been left alone, his only companion being the steady ticking of a rustic grandfather clock, which feels like it’s only getting louder. Lys’s eyes, too tired to reflect much of his terror, trace the outlines of the furniture; in the dark the silhouettes are looming, terrifying, way more fitting for the horror of his current predicament.

How he got into it he's only now starting to remember - tracing his memories up until the point when they abruptly end in the middle of the day.

@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.

~~~

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.

~~~

“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.”