A/N This is 100% an indulgent fic. I read a lot of stuff on Tumblr and ao3. Including a #brainwashing agere story I was reading (as one does) that inspired this đ¤ˇââď¸
It was a normal grey evening in Fork, the school bell just ringing as students flooded the surrounding lots. (Y/N) was leaving their seventh-hour, Gym, with their twin sister, Bella, and the swarm of friends that usually followed her from the lockersâ public hallway.
With Gym at the end of their day, (Y/N) always had enough time to fix themself and their outfit before leaving the dreadful building. This meant they still looked extra cute in their baby blue sweater, and pff grey straight-cut jeans to match.
Bellaâs friend, Jessica, talked loudly about going to a local diner after school with everyone. They knew it, one they often spent meals at as a family- usually per Charlieâs request. Predictably, Bella denied going.
It didnât take much longer to worm away from the group and drive in comfortable silence. (Y/N) watched the scenery change into their house, where a car was parked next to the sidewalk of their front driveway. They eyed the vehicle, it was far too luxurious of an SUV to be anyone they knew- and since they lived with their father growing up, that was pretty much the entire town and all of their dadâs friends.
Still, they approached the front door wearily, their sister expressing far less concern as she stumbled through the frame. Inside, they could hear a man- not Charlie -speaking in a hushed tone. They definitely heard them come in, if not pull up in the worn truck.
âItâs time,â was all they made out before Bella and (Y/N) made their way into the living room.
âWhatâs going on?â Bella spoke up, confusion clear on both of their faces.
A very attractive but intimidating couple sat in the cramped living room, on the longer one of the mismatched couches they owned. The shorter of the two was a beautiful woman with wavy caramel hair. She looked very nice, but definitely not someone you would want *to be cross with. The man next to her was equally as handsome with blond hair, he stood tall with an air of grace and professionalism.
âDad?â (Y/N) stared down her father after a careful study of the two strangers, daring him to meet her gaze with his shameful eyes. Esme was surprised to see how much confidence the young adult showed. From the pictures sheâd seen- the soft, almost vintage, style her baby leaned towards -sheâd expected them to be a lot more nervous or shy.
âMaybe my little bunny will turn out to be so.â Esme smiled softly with this thought, almost forgetting about the present as she imagined her babies all dressed up on a picnic.
âHeâs not allowed to say anything,â The blond man interrupted (Y/N)âs thoughts, grabbing their attention. They hoped for answers to unasked questions. âAfter all, it's in his contract.â
âWhat did you do?â (Y/N) was furious, their father had gotten into debt multiple times, and this wasnât the first instance of using her saving to pay off a collector.
But they had a sinking feeling in their stomach that this time was a little different. âWhat contract?â
âFor our company, youâre father got himself in quite a bit of trouble. Mortgaged something very valuable.â
They were being awfully vague, on purpose no doubt. It was very frustrating for (Y/N). Maybe they meant the house? That wouldnât be too bad. They could try to bargain other things, like their cars, to beg for more time. Theyâd have to pick up more hours at work-
âCome on now, little bunny, you have no choice in the matter.â The surprisingly stern tone of the otherwise kind-looking woman was almost enough to shut (Y/N)âs mouth. Her words, little bunny, finished the job.
Not literally, as they stood in the entry with their mouth only a few centimeters from closing. But it felt as though their jaw reached the floor in (Y/N)âs mind.
"What? Are you some kind of cult?" The words left (Y/N)'s mouth without thought, freaked out by the control the two were so sure of having.
âWeâll be getting you dressed, and into the car. And I donât want to hear a peep about it from you. Mr. Swan, say what you must and head upstairs.â
The man was only able to muster a forlorn look at his two kids, walking himself upstairs without uttering a word. Anything he could think of was illegal to say, or made his throat well up with emotions he's never expressed.
As the tired cop moved, the couple removed all contraband from their two littles, zipping around them in a blink of an eye to avoid a protest.
âWeâre giving you the opportunity to choose who will go with Esme,â Carlisle maintained his calm tone, expecting a backlash from them once they realized what was soon to follow.
âBella,â (Y/N) spoke with no hesitation, there was zero debate. It was obvious compliance was all they could do now, Bella should get the easier options.
"What? No-"
Bellaâs protests were ignored by all parties. Not thirty minutes passed before (Y/N) found themself strapped in a modified car seat, five straps positioned between their limbs to form a star around a red button.
They resisted to a degree, unable to help the natural reactions and complete awkwardness of the current reality. But still, they found themself wearing a diaper- a whole absurd experience in itself -with a pink knitted sweater that had an attached skirt with small matching flowers to decorate. It would be a dress if it werenât for the short length, which revealed far too much skin and rested just above the bottom of the diaper at its longest. Their hands were covered in an equally soft pair of mittens, two perfect bows tying them in place at the wrists to match.
They took the lack of shoes, only dawning a simple set of white frilly socks, as a warning for a long drive.
Bella was put in her own car seat after (Y/N) was given far too many minutes to think grimly about where theyâd ended up. They felt genuinely powerless. For the first time ever, they wondered if there was something worst to fear than dying today.
âAw bunny, donât pout,â Esme teased once sheâd proven Bella secure. âMommyâs gonna get your paci in just a moment, little Belly wasnât such a good girl for me.â
(Y/N) watched in terror as the women strapped a gag-ball-like device around Bellaâs head, a decorated pacifier secured in her mouth with the words âBratty Babyâ on the button. And they especially noticed the locks Bella sported on her mitten, securing her wrists closer together similar to a pair of cuffs. But she said Bella wasn't good, a main contributor to (Y/N)âs decision to send her with the hopefully less insane psycho. Maybe that meant (Y/N) wouldnât be⌠secured like that.
Thankfully, their assumptions were correct. Esme tucked Bella in with a weighted blanket, clips on the edge to minimize her leg movement, and set two tiny stuffed animals with her.
Next was (Y/N)âs treatment. Weighted blanket, clips, two stuffed animals, and a cream pacifier that was smothered with soft-toned ribbons and labeled âtinyâ on the handle. They didnât receive the straps, or the silent warning whispered in their ear before the door closed.
Bellaâs door followed after Carlisle cooed at her during (Y/N)'s tuck-in. This was their last moment of privacy before the car would be on the road.
âIâm sorry,â (Y/N) cried out around the pacifier. âPlease be good, Iâll get us out. I promise.â They quickly hushed, meeting Bellaâs distressed eyes.
âDaddy is sure his babies are tired, hm? Let's go home, yeah?"
Once the sun set, Bella was quick to fall asleep in her seat. Both were extremely exhausted from the hours theyâd been in the car and from all the fights they'd put up.
(Y/N) was glad, the more she slept the less sheâd go through. They just hoped they could avoid as much trouble as possible and get the heck out.
âM-Mommy?â (Y/N) called out after the 20th gas station passed since they began counting. They didnât really want to give in to their captorâs sick delusion, but they didnât exactly know any other name to call.
âYes, baby?â
âCan I- It's just- I really need to use the restroom, please? I promise Iâll be good.â
âDonât be silly, thatâs what your diaper is for. And Mommy will change you as soon as weâre home, it's not far,â Esme promised- it wasnât what (Y/N) wanted to hear, however.
âPlease?â They begged with the last straw of dignity they had, voice wavering slightly as they willed their bladder to just wait a little longer.
Neither âadultâ answer them, causing tears to form in their lash line
âDonât cry,â they whimpered in time with their thought, not aware of the noises they made nor the shuffling they did to try and hold it.
Carlisle smiled at his wife when he glanced at his little bunny in the rearview mirror. What a cutie they were.
(Y/N) wanted to sob when they felt everything release, embarrassed at the relief they felt to know Bella- the heavy sleeper she was -wouldnât bear witness to her humiliation. They couldn't help the tears threatening to spill, covered hands rushing to their face to hide the flames forming on their skin.
Twenty minutes later, as promised, Esme rushed out of the parked vehicle to coo at (Y/N), whose barely contain crying worsened at the attention.
They were unfastened from the car seat and easily placed on the womenâs hip as she gathered the little inside.
Through their tears, (Y/N) managed to see a long street covered with bright green lawns and big clean houses. Many strollers and other little⌠kids were holding their parents' hands on the sidewalk. They even spotted a playground at the end of the culdesac.
This neighborhood was anything but ordinary, and the dwindling opportunity for escape frightened them.
Once inside, the pair were going through a white door to a sizeable nursery-looking room. The crib on the middle wall away from the door and the long changing table made it apparent. It wasn't as overboard as they expected from the flamboyant couple, and the open closet was only a third the way filled.
âTomorrow, Mommyâs going to take you and Bellas to Daddyâs office,â the woman talked to (Y/N) in a baby voice, that almost seemed like she believed they didnât quite understand her words. âIf the weather is nice, we could take the pram,â she hummed as (Y/N)'s wrists were secured at the sides of the table. They squirmed instinctively, feeling vulnerable. Especially once âMommyâ undid the tapes holding the diaper on their hips.
It didnât take long to be wiped down, powered, and taped back up. (Y/N) listened to the womenâs mindless chatter with their eyes squeezed shut- just like in Forks during the first change. They didnât notice the small movements of the pacifier between their lips, hearing Esme coo âGood little bunny, already using your dummy huh?â but not processing the meaning.
âThere! All done,â Mommy clapped, removing (Y/N) from the changing table and adjusting them comfortably in her arms. The padding surrounding their thighs opened their legs in a way that made it seem as though they straddled her hips, to Esmeâs amusement.
(Y/N) was beginning to lose track of time, as they were brought to the kitchen and told of âyummy dinnerâ. The dark skies outside and seemingly infinite time in the SUV gave no clues revealing how long itâd been.
The new habitual whimper escaped (Y/N) when they felt two hands grab her waist and hoist them from Esmeâs hip to their own.
âOh, bunny, I know. Just a quick dinner and weâll have you to bed, fussy- fussy baby," he continued to babble at (Y/N) until they were sitting in a modified high chair with a bowl of steaming mac n cheese on the tray.
The high chair had the same five-point harness, the one between their legs shorter for the upright position. Bella was nowhere to be seen, presumably snoring away in some room of their abductors' design.
(Y/N)'s wondering eyes were pulled back to Carlisle as the supernatural man sat in a chair in front of his baby. They watched him stir the macaroni until it wasn't as steaming and secured a bib around (Y/N)'s neck. They didn't move an inch despite the ever-growing desire to scream. It was far outweighed by the fear of what the two would do if they spit out the pacifier.
This question never received an answer, Esme removed the cream pacifier from their lips and Carlisle fed them with a white baby spoon. It was smaller than a normal spoon, but this didn't stop the mess made with (Y/N) being completely unused to eating this way.
(Y/N) found herself secured tucked into the crib they spotted earlier half an hour later. The bib followed by a quick do-over with a baby wipe was plenty to keep them clean from dinner and the bottle they'd been forced into drinking. They stayed awake for a long time, staring at the ceiling as they went over everything that worried them. Eventually, they passed out from pure exhaustion, forgetting the stress of the world as they found comfort in their dreams.
