Chara(s): A god of Mischief (OC*)
Fandom: Org Fic – Fae Apoc xover
So this. This is a series of stories taking place in my universe, Fae Apoc, at the time just before the aforementioned apoc. Portals are opening up to one other world at that time, and in this story, well, they happen to open up into a whole BUNCH of worlds.
And from those worlds, a bunch of poor soon-to-be-victims-of-bad-things who bear some resemblances to fandom characters happen to slip through some portals. And then bad things happen to them.
Because that, after all, is the name of the Bingo.
Content warnings: bondage, capture, humiliation
This is technically Chapter Four. Chapter Three (Genius) and Chapter One (Asset) will return later.
He’d really pissed off someone this time.
Mischief wasn’t sure how they’d taken him down; generally he could get out of any trap. That was, after all, what he was known and made for. Causing chaos. Getting out of trouble. Causing more trouble.
But right now, he was in a cage, and they had put a muzzle on him.
The worst indignity of all, the thing that was making him glare at the bars as if without words he might be able to tear them off their hinges, was that they hadn’t even done that specially for him.
There were people in three of the other cages, and they were all wearing muzzles and wooden collars.
After that, the indignity of being naked seemed hardly important.
But he was Mischief, and he wasn’t going to put up with anything like that. He could pull on illusion without speaking. He could pull on illusion without his magic. He could pull on illusion while half-dead and bleeding out.
He pulled his favorite court jacket and trews out of the air and wrapped them around himself. He tried for a smirk, but the muzzle pressed at his lips and his cheeks.
It was a nasty thing – splintery wood, like the collar, and metal, a piece over his tongue in metal with little spikes in it, and bands under his chin and over his nose. He had been muzzled before – by the court of his father, for being what he was. By the enemies of his father’s court, for the same reason. Those muzzles had been frustrating, annoying, and in the end, had shown that he had been caught doing his job, being exactly what he was supposed to. Continue reading