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Belladonna

Chapter twelve

Gif by : @bastardcompany

When they arrived home, Russell’s simmering anger was palpable. The oppressive silence during the drive back had been unsettling, and Bell could feel the weight of his unspoken fury pressing down on them.

As soon as the car stopped in the driveway, Russell unbuckled his seatbelt with a sharp, deliberate motion. Without sparing Bell a glance, he stormed out of the car and rounded to their side, yanking the door open with enough force to make Bell flinch. His hand darted in, unbuckling their seatbelt and grabbing their wrist before they could react.

He dragged them out of the car, his grip bruising and unrelenting, before slamming the door shut behind them. Bell stumbled slightly, their heart racing in fear. Russell’s silence was terrifying, and his fury was like a storm waiting to break.

He practically shoved them toward the house, and they stumbled again, barely catching themselves. The front door opened and closed with a foreboding thud, sealing them inside.

Russell released his hold on them, only to shove them further into the room. Bell turned to face him, their chest heaving as they struggled to calm their racing heart.

“I have been so nice to you,” Russell began, his voice low and dangerously calm. It was the kind of calm that promised a storm. “I decided not to kill you in Solvetsky. I went out of my way to ask the CIA to get you a job. I’ve fed you, put a roof over your head, bought you everything you could possibly need—and more. I’ve loved you, cared for you, protected you.”

He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze fixed on them like a predator cornering its prey. “And this is the thanks I get?”

Bell’s breath hitched, and they opened their mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

“You withheld information from me,” he spat, his voice rising with every word. “You didn’t tell me about the journal. You sat there in therapy and spewed some bullshit about Perseus being nice—and you think I wouldn’t find that infuriating? Then you go and lock your journal. Hide it. In my house. And to top it all off, you had the audacity to make that face in therapy when you found out we were married.”

His tone darkened, dripping with venom. “You looked disgusted. Like the very idea repulsed you.” He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve given you too much freedom, Bell. That’s on me. I’ve been far too lenient with you. But that ends now.”

Something inside Bell snapped. They could no longer contain the emotions boiling within them.

“It’s not fair!” they shouted, tears streaming down their face. Their voice cracked, but they didn’t care.

Russell’s eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened further. “Did you just fucking talk back to me?” he asked, his voice low and deadly.

But Bell didn’t stop. “It’s not fair! Whenever I try to set boundaries or tell you something you don’t want to hear, you get angry! You guilt-trip me, manipulate me, twist my words—make me feel like I’m the one in the wrong!”

Russell’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but Bell didn’t back down.

“I wanted to tell the others about my memories because it’s my choice! The journal is my private thoughts—mine! I don’t owe you access to it! And this marriage—are you serious? When were you going to tell me? When did you even do it? And how did you do it without my consent?”

Bell’s voice broke into sobs, their chest heaving as they finally let everything out.

Russell stood there, shocked, for a brief moment. The sight of Bell standing up to him, their voice raw with emotion, caught him off guard. But his surprise quickly morphed into anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he hissed, stepping forward and grabbing their arms in a bruising grip. His voice was low and venomous, each word dripping with possessiveness. “You’re mine, Bell. Mine. To do with as I please. You’re my pet project, my fucking partner, and most importantly—my partner in marriage .”

His grip tightened, making Bell wince. “I own you, Bell. Your soul, your mind—everything that is yours belongs to me. And I’ve got the papers to prove it. So why the fuck would I need your permission for us to get married? You would have accepted it back then.”

Bell’s tears flowed freely, and a part of them knew his words were rooted in truth. But that didn’t make it right.

“It doesn’t matter,” they cried, their voice breaking. “It should have been an us decision—not just you! If you say I’m your partner, I should be your equal! And how dare you call me a fucking pet project!”

Russell’s breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, a flicker of guilt crossed his features. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual calculating demeanor he decided to do what he knows best manipulate.

“Fucking listen to me,” he said, his tone softening just enough to sound remorseful. “I’m sorry for calling you that. I wasn’t thinking. I was angry, baby. You pissed me off.”

He released their arms, brushing a tear from their cheek. “I married you because I needed you to legally stay here—to live, to work. The CIA wouldn’t trust you if we weren’t married. I love you, Bell. I wanted us to be married.”

Bell’s sobs quieted slightly, their mind reeling from his words.

“And like I said before, I didn’t want you to say the wrong thing and have it held against you. That’s why I told you to tell me first. I know the others are teammates, and I trust them, but what if someone was eavesdropping? Or what if they got kidnapped and someone made them tell your secrets? What if someone found you, Bell? Blackmailed you, or—God forbid—killed you? Don’t you see I’m doing this for you because I love you?”

His tone softened even more, the edge fading into an almost pleading cadence. “Do you see my perspective now? That I’m not brainwashing or manipulating you—I’m protecting you.”

Bell sobbed softly into his chest, their anger and confusion giving way to guilt and doubt.

Russell tilted their chin up and kissed them deeply, his grip firm but not painful. Bell hesitated before kissing back, their defenses crumbling completely under the weight of his words.

Satisfied, Russell picked them up, his lips never leaving theirs as he carried them to the bedroom. His mind buzzed with triumph, but his voice was tender as he whispered, “You’re mine, Bell. And I’ll never let you go.”

[nevesceramics]

great blue heron bell

cone 04 terracotta, underglaze, glaze, wire, cotton thread

[melled42]

Alright, new Bunny suit piece is done with a little extra on the patreon for those who support me. It's hard to dress naughty for your partner when you're already underdressed all the time.

Bonus, Patreon lets you sell posts now if you don't want to do a monthly subscription. You can see all my past nsfw content for a dollar, but if you don't want to risk a subscription, you can now buy them one by one for 3 dollars (the minimum) each. other deal seems better to me but there you go.

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Reaper of Bunny Souls

[smallestbubs]

violence and mayhem

[warandpeas]

Mr. Pavlov

[tsubaki94]

Phantom Comic Ch.5

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Masterpost

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Friendship bracelets for all <3

[goofbell]

dressrosas been funny

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Gif by : @h-a-unted

Bell: lounges on the couch, head propped up by their hand, watching Felix as he works on his computer. Their eyes trace the curve of his focused expression, the way his fingers glide over the keyboard with effortless precision. There’s something captivating about the scene—his quiet confidence, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the screen.

Felix: without looking away from the monitor, his voice cuts through the silence “Schatz, you’re staring again.”

Bell: startles, blinking rapidly “W-What? I’m not—”

Felix: finally looks up, his piercing gaze locking onto Bell’s with a mix of amusement and exasperation “You’re going to burn a hole in my head if you keep staring like that.” His smirk deepens, his voice dropping a notch. “And, quite frankly, you’re being a bit creepy.”

Bell: flushes deeply, their face heating up as they pout “Come on, can’t I look at the love of my life without being creepy?”

Felix: leans back in his chair, crossing his arms as his dark eyes glint mischievously “No.”

Bell: throws their hands up in mock defeat

Troy: bursts into the room, his usual energetic demeanor filling the space “You know, no one ever uses the piano over there.” He nods toward the grand piano in the corner, collecting dust in its elegant frame. “Kinda feel bad for it.”

Felix: scoffs, his gaze flicking briefly toward the piano before returning to Troy “No one uses it because nobody knows how to play it. And I don’t want anyone trying to play it, either. I’d rather not have my ears bleed.”

Troy: chuckling, he looks at Bell with a playful gleam in his eye “So, Bell…do you secretly know how to play the piano?”

Bell: stiffens slightly, feeling both pairs of eyes on them. They shift uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of Felix’s sharp gaze lingering on them.

Bell: hesitant “I mean…if I tried, I’d be super rusty. I haven’t played in close to a decade.”

Troy: gasping dramatically “Wait—you can actually play?!”

Felix: his brow furrows ever so slightly, his expression unreadable. But his dark eyes flicker with something…unsettling. His thoughts swirl, the faintest shadow of irritation clouding his features: They didn’t tell me this. Did Russell know? If he did, why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t they tell me?

Bell: awkwardly scratches the back of their neck, feeling the weight of Felix’s silent scrutiny “I just… didn’t think it was important.”

Troy: grinning like a child on Christmas morning “You have to show me!”

Bell: waves their hands in protest “No, really, I can’t. It’s been years—”

Troy: grabs their arm, pulling them off the couch “Come on! You can relearn—and what else do you know?”

Bell: sighing, giving in “Besides the piano? I used to play the violin and sing…but, again, it’s been almost a decade since I’ve done any of that.”

Troy: jaw dropping “Okay, now you’re just showing off. You have to show me!”

Felix: stands abruptly, his chair sliding back with a faint scrape against the floor. He follows them to the piano, his movements deliberate, his dark gaze locked on Bell with an intensity that makes their stomach twist.

Bell: sits at the piano, hesitating as Troy bounces with excitement beside them.

Bell: muttering “Fine, fine…” Their fingers hover over the keys, the cool touch of the ivory sending a rush of nostalgia through them. They close their eyes, letting the memories surface, before pressing a single note.

Felix and Troy: watch as Bell begins to play. At first, the melody is simple, tentative. But as their confidence builds, the music grows more intricate, their fingers dancing across the keys with an elegance that leaves both men speechless.

Troy: whispers, awestruck “You said you were rusty? This is Mozart-level! How are you this good?”

Felix: stands silently, his face unreadable. But his dark eyes betray a storm of emotions—pride, shock, and a simmering irritation that he keeps tightly controlled. He crosses his arms, his posture rigid as he watches Bell, their talent undeniable.

Bell: finishes the piece, their chest rising and falling as they look up at the two men nervously.

Troy: grinning from ear to ear, throws an arm around Bell “That was amazing, Bell. You’re insanely talented!”

Bell: blushing softly “Thanks, Troy…”

Troy: glances at his watch “I’ve gotta go meet Case, but next time, we’re doing a duet!” He leaves, leaving Bell and Felix alone in the quiet room.

Bell: taps a few soft notes on the piano, the melody drifting in the air before they stop abruptly, remembering Felix’s presence. They turn to him nervously, offering a weak smile. “Uh…heyyyyy.”

Felix: says nothing, stepping closer with a slow, deliberate grace. His expression is calm, but his eyes burn with a dark intensity that makes Bell’s heart race.

Bell: instinctively leans back, their spine pressing against the piano as Felix moves closer. His tall frame looms over them, one hand reaching out to cup their cheek.

Felix: his voice low, smooth, and chillingly calm “You were…very good, Hase. But tell me…” His thumb brushes their cheek with deceptive gentleness before his grip tightens slightly. “Did I forget, or did you simply decide not to tell me that you could do all this?”

Bell: stammering, their voice trembling “I—I just forgot, Felix. And you never asked…”

Felix: his grip tightens, his eyes narrowing as he tilts his head, studying them like prey. “Forgot?” His voice drops even lower, dangerously soft. “You’re telling me you ‘forgot’ that you can play the piano, the violin, and sing?”

Bell: squirming under his piercing gaze, their heart pounding “It’s not something that comes up in conversation—”

Felix: cuts them off with a soft chuckle, though there’s no humor in it. His other hand trails along their jaw, firm but not rough. “Let’s go to the bedroom, Maus. I think it’s time I teach you a lesson about withholding things from me. Don’t you agree?”

Bell: swallows hard, their blush deepening as Felix leans in closer, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Felix: smirking darkly “And after that…you’ll play something just for me. Consider it your apology, ja?”

Bell: their heart skips a beat as Felix’s dark gaze softens ever so slightly. Before they can respond, he dips his head, capturing their lips in a deep, lingering kiss. His fingers tighten gently on their cheek, holding them in place as he pours every ounce of intensity and possessiveness into the kiss.

Felix: pulls back just enough to whisper against their lips, his voice a low rumble “You’re mine, Bell. Never forget that.”

Bell: dazed and breathless, nods slightly as their cheeks flush deeper, the intensity of Felix’s words and actions leaving them speechless.

[nevesceramics]

Great blue heron bell is finished! Sound on for jingles :)

[melled42]

im planning a small piece for the bunny suit thing going around the cotl fandom but have a Bell, my narilamb shitten, doodle with it in the mean time. she's more embarrassed that its a submissive outfit and she goes for more of a dom(minatrix?) vibe to keep the cult and enemies in line

[miryel89]

Day 7. Bell