Thinking of dark!titus who after you give birth to your daughter holds it over your head :(( he tells you if you don’t obey him and be a good wife he’ll take away your daughter. Or if he’s particularly pissed off he’ll take your daughter away and lock you away in one of the rooms in the basement of the estate :(( dark!titus who’s so messed up that he’ll go as far as to threaten to give your daughter away to someone else… sorry is this too much (°0°)!!
oh no pls send me all the thoughts you think are too much (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) bc i assure you we are the saaaame.... xoxo love you cherry!!!
tw: abuse (all titus to reader) hint of infidelity, and just bad bad titus - but he's father of the year to your daughter ofc. :((( <3
divider by @/ cursed-carmine
You love your daughter more than anything, more than life itself. From the moment you met her, she was your world.
To Titus, her father, she was just another chess piece on the board. He was the first person to hold her, not even acknowledging you or the hell you just went through to bring her into this world. Disgustingly, he may have even liked seeing you in such pain. Who are we kidding - he loved it. The thought of your body tearing itself in half to make way for his child? He was hurting you in ways he never imagined. (And if it killed you? Oh, no no.. Titus would let you come close to death, but never off the edge - he can't lose his pet just yet.)
You were too exhausted to protest, your arms all but falling to your sides as the family doctor handed your heart to Titus. She cried in his arms and you wanted to vomit. Little Evangeline already knew who this man was to her. Wait, that's her name- you let the feeling of it sit on your lips. Evangeline - good messenger, bearer of good news.
No matter her last name or the DNA she shared with your monster of a husband, her name would stand before 'Danforth.' It would be enough to hold, to feel, to have her name as a reminder - you brought her into this world, Titus be damned.
"Sybil." Prophetess.
You fainted, head hitting the plush pillows of your bed - the last sound reaching your ears was of your daughter's cries reaching a crescendo.
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You never called Sybil by her first name - it was always 'love, my star, darling, etc.'
She was five now, not old enough to understand and definitely not ready for the world he was born into. Le Bail's contract, the rituals, the hunts, they would all be revealed at the dawn of her next birthday. It fucking terrified you.
Never mind that - who knew if she would even make it to six?
"Sweet girl, would you like to go with your old man on some errands?" Titus would hold Sybil in his lap, bouncing her up and down. She would nod, smile for her father and all you could do was watch. He was playing the part of an ideal father - loving, attentive, involved.
You knew what 'errands' meant. No harm would come to your daughter, you knew that for certain, but you, however...? You shouldn't have snapped at Titus earlier today, should have kept your mouth shut.
"Go wait in the car, Miss Heron will show you the way." Titus spoke uncharacteristically soft. Evangeline - no - Sybil pressed a kiss to her father's cheek before running right past you and out of the room.
You wanted to scream, to throw your arms around her and get as far away from the Danforth name as possible. You knew Titus' kindness to his daughter was only for your hurt and his amusement.
"Cold. Not even a goodbye." Your husband mocked you. He walked towards you, and you flinched at his touch. You knew what was coming and didn't bother to fight it as he dragged you by your arm, his much larger hand a death grip sure to leave a bruise.
You were thrown into one of the many, many basement rooms of the mansion complex. Titus did this 'to give you some time to think, a break from playing mom.'
How long would his 'errands' with your daughter last? Would he take her on an impromptu daddy-daughter trip again? And what about her nanny - she wasn't bad to look at, and years younger than you. Her body wasn't forever altered by pregnancy and giving birth.
You were exactly where Titus wanted you, spiraling with nowhere to go. He knew you were a chronic overthinker - prone to mental breaks if you were left alone for too long. He loved your dependency on him, it was endearing to a fault. So when he heard your weeping when you thought he had left?
It almost made him open the door. Almost made him tell you - you were the only woman in this world that mattered, damn the nanny, even damn his daughter - you were the light of his life. It was for this reason that he had to snuff it out, not completely, but just enough to keep you at that delicate balance of pain and utter devotion.
Titus never loved normally.
"I heard little Sybil slip up and call her nanny 'Mama." He'd lie through the door, letting his footsteps end the conversation for him.
Your cries turned to wails, mimicking how your daughter cried as she first met her father.
Titus felt his heart shift, he truly loved you.
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yo this guy suuuucks!!!!!!! (need)
tags: @baransdollie @mytearsricochetm
