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“What the fuck, Parker?”
His partner put his hands up innocently, serving Arthur an annoyed look. “Easy, English. I just invited you to dinner.”
“With your family!” He hissed, and Parker raised an eyebrow.
“You got a problem with my family?”
“No, no it’s just-” Arthur sighed, pausing in the middle of the room and raking a hand through his hair. He could only think of all those dinners with Bella’s side of the family during their engagement. He remembered Daniel watching him like a hawk from across the table, remembered how a hush fell over the dining room and how Bella went quiet whenever someone brought up his family, and if they were excited about the engagement…
He couldn’t stand talking about himself. And if Parker’s family was anything like him when they’d first met, then they were going to pry him open like a clam.
“I don’t think I’m the type of person you bring home to meet your family, that’s all.”
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In which Arthur meets Parker's family.
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As much as Arthur yearned for a place to call his own, John yearned much the same for a body of his own. Now that the carrot stick was no longer an issue, and their near-death experiences had become far less frequent, there had been room (John was hesitant to call it hope, but he had to call the feeling something.) to think about a future. Their future. And what they wanted.
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Arthur finally gets to eat a proper homemade meal, Courtesy of Marie.
*Takes place a few hours after Chapter 39.
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Wings of the Hastily Assembled Angel by Flying_Fangirls for bagelistyping, SeerOfTime
Fandoms: Malevolent (Podcast)
30 May 2025
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John could not stop staring at hands.
His, to be exact, and Arthur’s. The left hands.
He supposed he could call them both his hands, but that felt… wrong. Or, not entirely wrong, but mostly wrong. Much as the grooves along Arthur’s palm— kept hidden and intimate within the hold of thin fingers— felt like an old home to John, he could not bring himself to leave his signature on the deed.
Instead, over the days, his eyes kept tracing the line of fine bone across the back of the hand, following them to their ends to find the start of fine, dark splinters laced into flesh.
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John has a body. Whose it is has yet to be determined.
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