w-wait, can we please see Daniel wash Wren’s mouth with soap? It sounds so entertaining
This is not canon! It's an alternative scenario set after this.
contents: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate and possessive whumper, defiant whumpee, referenced dubcon kissing, washing mouth with soap, fear of drowning, restraints, gags, threats, swearing.
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They don’t hear Daniel’s footsteps until it’s too late.
“What the fuck?”
In any other circumstances the pure shock in his voice would’ve been hilarious with how unlike Daniel it is, but right now it evokes nothing but pure terror. Wren scrambles backwards, away from Berkeley, staring at Daniel, who stares right back, his gaze moving from one to the other.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Wren’s thoughts are racing, heart beating fast, stomach sinking, and he becomes vaguely aware of Berkeley saying something, quickly but calmly, blaming Wren. He sounds convincing, collected, confident, having been lying to everyone for years, which Wren is more familiar with than anyone else.
“N-no, that’s not-” he chokes out, but his voice gets trapped in his throat as he begins to tremble. He doesn’t know who had started, that much is true, but it was Berkeley who pulled him back into another kiss and didn’t stop, holding Wren in a surprisingly gentle embrace, without the possessiveness he feels whenever he’s in Daniel’s arms.
“It sure as hell didn’t look like either of you were forced to do anything,” Daniel scoffs, raising his eyebrows, managing the miraculous feat of shutting Berkeley up for a moment. “Explain yourselves. Now.”