Tw: Slightly described Torture (stress position), non-con drugging (sedating), and Kidnapping. (Which is this whole story.)
Just proceed with caution!
I challenge you to find the Nate reference. ☺️
Author's Note: I am so excited I finally wrapped up this part. I think the process was worth it. :)
Summary: Ellington's first day with his new parents.
Title: "Elly, Elly, Elly."
“Elly, Elly, Elly.” Lawrence sing songs descending the basement steps gallantly. Observing his new son with a gentle fondness. The response being a soft groan and a creak of the mattress.
“Do you remember me?” Lawrence hums twirling a lock of his blonde hair. The young man strains looking up at him, eyes adjusting to their unknown surroundings. The man’s form continues deeper into the room—something in hand.
“No?” The black-haired man gulps back stomach acid. “Here, this should help your stomach troubles,” Lawrence murmurs pressing a sizable glass into the younger man’s sore hand. The white liquid taunts him.
“Drink up, I’ll tell the two biggest expectations.” The younger man arches a dark brow at the older man. Hand erupting into a fit of pain. “You will use proper manners, no thanks only thank you if you must shorten it.” His blue eyes sparkled matching the glass in the dim light. “And you will call me pop.” A glint of amusement shrouds his unmistakable voice.
“P..Pop?” Ellington stammers confusion enveloping his raspy voice. “I-I thought you just let me stay over 'cause it was late…” The singer breathlessly spits. “Oh, sweet no. This is your home now.”
“Home?” Ellington inhales a huff of air as the blonde steps closer. Ever so slowly. Closer. Tears prick his dry eyes, the man squats down. Facing him directly.
“Yes, home. Sweet.” Blue eyes meet Green ones. “And don’t try to escape.” He rises turning to face the sudden creak of the steps.
Each creak fluttered Ellington’s eardrums, aggravating his headache. Creaks pause, a door opens-whining hinges cut through his skull. Pressure builds interrupting any opportunity to think.
“So glad to see he's awake.” A woman sighs like weights been lifted off her shoulders. “Me too, I can’t believe our boys were so reckless.” The blonde man agrees, turning to fully face the ginger woman.
“Boys?” Ellington mumbles to himself. ‘Boys…Rex? Rex!’ He tries to get up but falls with a rattle. “Oh, Elly.” Lawrence’s sympathetic eyes fall onto the crumpled form. The woman stops.
“He looks pitiful, I love it,” She whispers eyeing his curled-up form. “Nothing like that first laydown of the law.” Her enigmatic eyes flick back to Lawrence.
“You're not my father, barely even my friend why would I call you anything?!” Ellington burps a sour taste coating his tongue. The milk forgotten. Now, it's getting warm.
“Now Elly, you’re new here so I’ll tell you this only once…” The older man begins. “You will be my son. And I, your father. Call me Dad and follow the rules.” He sounds it slowly.
“You’re too kind, punish him. He needs to learn.” Charlotte’s purple gaze rests on the young man. “Being too carefree is what let the last one's escape.” Her tone cautioning making him consider heedfulness.
“He reminds me so much of the other one, the one around his age…” Lawrence trails off a twinge of wistfulness in his huff. “Well, we’ll get him back. But first, we need to condition this one.”
“But this is a normal reaction.” Lawrence points out. “Normal, yes. Acceptable? No.” She purses her lips holding Lawrence’s stare. ‘Where the fuck is Rex?’ Ellington scoots back milk cup tips.
“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath jerking away. Both parents swivel. “No swearing in front of your father.” The woman deadpans face set in an unreadable expression.
“S-sorry…Mo-om?” Ellington gulps blushing at the sudden soft expressions. “Yes, Mom or Momma whichever you prefer.” She picks the cup up producing a rag from her dress pocket.
“I just knew this was going to happen too.” She sighs. “Your father has no foresight.” She smiles glancing back to the wet stone. “Ha ha.” Lawrence chuckles moving to sit.
‘EW GET THE FUCK AWAY!’ Ellington gasps scooting far back. Now on the other side of the mattress. “Oh, Elly it’s okay We’re willing to forgive this fiasco.” He coos.
“While I do love tenebrous rooms this one's getting depressing, aren’t we supposed to be making him happy?” Charlotte drawls hints of her long worn-out accent peeking through again.
Lawrence doesn’t respond favoring staring. “Lawrence?” She follows his line of sight. “Turn the brightness up, Char.” Is all he says before turning back to Ellington. The man in question cowering away from his father’s gaze.
Ellington’s shirt sleeves were wide. Charlotte knew this. She and Lawrence had talked about this. But what they didn’t know was he had some Lichtenberg figures.
The expansive area of his ribcage and side…covered…The now brightly lit room offered a better display of the boy.
Red and purple against the farmer's tanned skin jumped to attention with every labored breath.
“So, scars.” Charlotte kept her tone nonchalant. “Scars.” Lawrence gulps.
“Elly still needs to be punished.” She veers to Ellington. “If you're so sure,” Lawrence replies and the young man wails losing full composure when both parents corner him.
Labored breaths turned loud, fanning Charlotte in his warm milky breath.
“Lawrence, are you overseeing punishments, or am I?” She takes Ellington’s face in her hands. “I’ll let you handle this one.” His eyes wander back to the vocalist’s side.
“I’ll make sure he’s conditioned properly.” She whips around watching him lurch away.
He walks up the stairs, closes the door, and his footsteps retreat before she unhands the young man.
“Okay, now that he’s gone I want you to stand.” Charlotte rises stepping back to give him room. Ellington looks up at her, wide-eyed. “I’m surprised you’ve lost your voice.” She dryly comments gripping his left arm and pulling him up.
“Now, try to touch your toes.” She demonstrates, bending down and palms touching the floor flatly. “But I can’t touch my toes.” His voice breaks at the end.
“Well, I’m asking you to try.” She gestures a hand to quicken him. When he stares at the floor where her palms had been, she takes to threatening. “Do what you are told or I’ll skin those pretty little koi fish tats right off your body.” She fakes a girlish laugh. The boy scrambles to touch his toes only to be able to touch his ankles.
“Good enough.” She purrs prowling around him. “Now follow my instructions.” She stops just to the side of him. Out of his peripheral.
Hours passed? Minutes? Seconds? Ellington couldn’t remember. His muscles burned in agony, shaky legs failing to properly support his weight, collapsed.
Ellington’s arms shake. His hands cramp. A deep ache settles over his knees. His head pounds, making him feel sozzled. His eyes puffy and red exaggerating his dark circles.
“I’m proud of you, you followed instructions very well.” Charlotte presses a soft kiss to his temple before bounding off and out of the cold basement.
Another series of sobs wrack him.
“How is he?” Lawrence jumps hearing Charlotte make her way through the kitchen. “He was a pitiful mess on the basement mattress. When I left him.” She replies examining a green apple.
“How was his temper?” “Fine, he was surprisingly obedient.”
“What did you do?” He hums feeling himself relax. “Stress position.” She replies once more. “What else?” He presses leaning forward. “I verbally degraded him just a little.”
She chuckles winking at Lawrence.
“What are we going to do about the other one?” He swallows a gulp of coffee.
“He’s still asleep, yeah?” She jerks her head to the hidden camera above the fridge. “Yes,” Lawrence replies, checking the attic camera. “Then let's leave it for now and put our Elly to bed.”
“Well, he’s still so distressed…I guess we do have no choice he won’t be able to eat much in this state.” Lawrence sighs answering his wife’s musing.
“I’ll get the syringe and meet you in the basement.” She hops off the island, accentuating the swing of her narrow hips. Lawrence follows her waltz until she disappears, she’d taken the long way out the kitchen.
Lawrence takes another swig of his coffee before moving to retrieve the sedative.
“Elly, I need you to hold still.” He stares down the hysterical boy, Charlotte on his left.
He cowered in the corner curling so tightly neither could get a clear shot at his neck. “Go away.” He weakly presses himself against the stone walls.
“Elly, don’t make this harder than it already is.” Lawrence steps slightly closer, hearing the choked gasp. “I’ll handle this part; you just hold him down.” Charlotte snippily sighs taking the medicine and syringe from him.
“Now, I’ll wake Rex up and you fix everything down here.” His wife cheerfully orders, leaning forward. “Oh, how could I forget your boy is upstairs.” He chuckles lightly.
I found the Nate reference XD. And I loved it!! An AU where Lawrence and Charlotte are together would 100% look like this!! I also love Ellington’s character!!
