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Part 40: Blood Bound AU

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Another question, do you like the thousands of incredibly well-made AUs from the community? If so, which ones did you find interesting?:3 (you don't have to answer this one if you don't want to!)

1st: i just want to clarify i have nothing against Bendy X Cuphead, but all of the sketches i did were requests and NOT-CANON!!

But i dont mind the ship i think its fun lmao. Im a big multi-shipper (with a few fav ships here and there) but any content i make of them are non canon unless they are expressed in the official comic lol

2nd: i LOOOOOOVVEEE all of the aus, but i cannot lie i get so incredibly jealous whenever I think they're better😅

These 3 arent even Myth AU's but i love them so much:

Like @showbiz-and-souls is made by my goat biposi and i love the family dynamic immediately, and im terrified we may have influenced Bipo to make everything go downhill in their lives and im not excited for it

@sentient-grimm's au Bendy and Cups: Pilgrimage to Autonomy au, and i LOOOVEE their designs and their tiktoks make me laugh (before gagging me)

I've already talked about @thebendystrawshow before bcs it's just so wholesome. I love

And then some of my favorite Myth aus are:

My goat x2 @mythvampireau made by @wonderhoiiiii i love the writing in this au and i got to see the early development HAHA!! I WIN! theres a lot of world building around it i love it

theres also @oftheichor made by @ka-wa-bunga. I am actually so obsessed with their artstyle its not even funny. everything is so dynamic and cool looking

and ofc @myth-ofthe-actors makes me laugh, i love actor auS

@toontown-ink-bound #leavebendyalone!!! i love this story its so dark and juicy, read if you like distopian thriller

@councilofhellaskblog has such a dark plot but has been so silly i kinda HAVE to love it LMAO

Bloodbound lives in my head rent free and I reread it like 5 times a day

AU by @wonderhoiiiii

The Shape of Trust — Bloodbound

Summary: A quiet, rain-washed city night brings an unexpected encounter with a polite stranger whose warmth and charm make an empty street feel safer than it should.

A shared walk and easy conversation drift into a secluded shortcut, charged with tension and unspoken trust.

Pairing: Bloodbound Bendy x Reader

Genre: Romance and Slow-burn

Rating: T (Teen) +16

Trigger warnings: Non-consensual physical contact, forced closeness, pinning, covering the mouth, coercion and betrayal of trust, predatory behavior / manipulation, physical restraint and loss of bodily autonomy, poisoning / venom use, loss of consciousness, fear and psychological distress, power imbalance.

Bloodbound belongs to my dear friend: @wonderhoiiiii

His blog account: @mythvampireau

Bendy's pov: Venom Is a Kindness

2nd person pov:

Rain has scrubbed the streets clean, leaving them slick beneath the glow of gas lamps.Light bends across cobblestone like poured brass, stretching and warping in shallow puddles beneath your feet.

Somewhere down the block, a trumpet slides into a lazy blues line, drifting up from a basement club where laughter spills through cracked doors and warmth bleeds into the street.

You slow.

Just long enough.

That’s when you notice him.

He steps out of the deeper shadow, posture straightening as if he’s only just decided to move. His sleeves billow softly as he walks — pale fabric loose at the wrists before tapering beneath a fitted vest the color of old wine. Small buttons catch the lamplight with each breath he takes. A thin chain rests against his chest, swaying faintly.

A cane taps once against the stone as he stops in front of you. Not threatening — more habitual than anything else. Behind him, his tail traces a slow, unconscious curve before he stills it again.

When he looks at you, the lamplight catches his eyes — amber, alert, a little too gentle for the hour. His smile comes a moment later, soft and careful, like something he has to remind himself to wear.

“Evening,” he says. His voice is low, warm, unhurried. “Quiet night. You… doing alright on your own?”

You laugh it off. Say something polite. His shoulders ease, just slightly.

He falls into step beside you without asking, matching your pace with an ease that feels practiced. The fabric of his vest shifts as something beneath it adjusts — a subtle movement, like wings settling after being held too tight.

Conversation comes easily. Too easily.

He lets you talk. When he answers, it’s gentle, lightly teasing, his attention focused entirely on you.

“You’ve got a nice way of talking,” he says after a while, glancing over with a small smile. “Makes the city feel kinder than it usually is.”

When his hand brushes yours, it’s brief. Intentional. You feel him watching your reaction. His tail flicks once behind him before he stills it again.

You don’t pull away.

The street narrows as you walk, storefronts giving way to brick walls and service doors. Lamps grow fewer. The city’s noise fades into rain and distant music.

He guides you with a light touch between your shoulders — barely there — then hesitates, giving you space, before leaving his hand where it is.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Didn’t mean to crowd you.”

You shake your head.

“Shortcut,” he adds quietly, turning his cane once in his hand before pointing down a side street. “Less noise.”

You follow.

The alley smells of wet stone and old paper. Steam curls up from a sewer grate, swallowing sound. Your steps slow without you meaning them to.

He notices immediately.

“You can turn back,” he says, glancing over his shoulder. His expression softens, sincere. “Really. No harm done.”

You hesitate.

Then shake your head again.

Something unreadable passes over his face — relief, maybe — before he exhales and nods.

“Alright.”

When he turns to face you fully, he steps closer than propriety allows. Close enough to feel warmth through wool, to catch the scent of rain and soap. His gaze lingers — not on your eyes, but your mouth — before he looks away again.

“Hey,” he says quietly. “If I’m making you uneasy…”

His fingers close around your wrist. Warm. Steady. Gentle enough to reassure.

“You can tell me.”

You open your mouth to answer—

He moves.

You’re pressed back against brick before the sound leaves your throat, breath knocked loose as his weight pins you there. His cane clatters softly to the ground.

One hand slides behind your head, firm but careful, angling your face away from the street. His forearm braces across you — not crushing, just enough to hold you still.

“Easy,” he whispers near your ear. “Please. Don’t fight me.”

You struggle. He tightens his grip just enough to stop it, jaw setting as something beneath his vest flares and settles — wings shifting, restrained.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I really am sorry.”

Your heart pounds so hard you feel it in your ears. He hesitates for half a second, breath uneven.

“Listen to me,” he says softly. “This won’t last long.”

His fingers cover your mouth, thumb warm against your cheek.

“The pain will ease soon, love,” he whispers. “Venom does that. Makes everything quiet. Soft.”

Your eyes widen.

“You trusted me,” he adds, barely audible. “That part’s on me.”

For a moment, he truly hesitates. His tail curls tight behind him. His grip falters — then steadies.

He exhales.

His teeth meet your skin.

Pain flares sharp and bright, then blurs into spreading warmth. Your strength drains faster than you can understand. Your knees buckle, but he holds you upright, arms secure, almost tender.

“Shhhh,” he murmurs, forehead brushing yours. “I’ve got you. I’m so sorry.”

Sound thins. The alley tilts. Darkness creeps in slowly, mercifully.

He guides you down the wall inch by inch instead of letting you fall. His hand stays at your jaw, steadying your head until your breathing evens out without your permission.

“There,” he whispers. “That’s it.”

Cold stone meets your back. The last tension leaves your body.

He doesn’t leave right away.

You’re dimly aware of him leaning against the opposite wall, sleeves hanging loose as his hands tremble. His tail coils close. His wings fold tight beneath the vest, restless but restrained.

“I told you it wouldn’t hurt long,” he murmurs. “That part was true.”

Somewhere nearby, laughter spills into the street. A motorcar rolls past. The city keeps moving.

You feel him straighten, hear the soft tap of his cane as he picks it up. Fabric rustles as he smooths his vest, calling up a gentler mask.

You feel him look back.

Then his presence recedes, footsteps fading into the rain-bright streets.

You never feel the ground.

Author's note: It's always good to write some good angst with my friends AUs, especially some when there's no comfort <3

My friend Lance was the one that requested me a fic of his Bloodbound Bendy a long time ago, so here it is, we both really liked how I wrote it.