NOT ALL OF THESE WILL BE X READER.
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There will be
headcanons/drabbles/oneshots/ships/x reader about various characters. Not all of these will be x readers.
Fand...
NOTE: This is originally from my tumblr. Any 'notes' after this were made during the fanfic. But I decided to put it here, (tumblr : https://at.tumblr.com/thattiredanimator1t0mblr/two-darks-au-prologue/w19diy26s28m )
Date uploaded to tumblr: 4 AUGUST 2022 AT 6:02AM
Date uploaded to Wattpad: 21st November 2022 AT 11:10 PM
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(Note: this is set in 2nd/3rd pov, y/n will be referred to as DA/you/they/them)
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Dear god....
How could this have happened...
'I saw him just a few days ago...' they thought, unsure what to do of the...incident that has taken place.
'How could Damien go missing?...'
Clutching the papers to their chest. As they place another missing poster to the wall of an old coffee shop, they knew the owner and considering that the mayor had gone missing. It's no surprise that people would scared for their safety, the streets were empty. Everyone too terrified to even look outside, too terrified of being kidnapped and go missing too. There have been many riots and looting, but now, nobody dares to step outside. (DA) sighed as they walked off, still holding the papers to their chest. 'I saw him few days ago..' they thought while walking home, was it though? A few days? Or was it weeks? Maybe it was months? They didn't know. It felt like a 'forever' ago, to them aleast,
'I miss him...' they thought, still walking. Their house was a long distance away, considering, they have been putting up posters for a good few hours around the town. Walking felt like a burden in itself, breathing felt like a burden, D̶̡̳̟̙̈̈́̕A̴̲̺̖̙͗̐̅ had already been grieving, before hand. Maybe it was the loss of their F̶͍͝r̸̥͘ì̶̦͓̿͆ḗ̶̖͔̲̚n̵̩̾̊̎d̶̢͍̍.̸̯͒̽̈ but maybe it was something else. Tears were pouring slowly down their F̸̛̞̟͆̌ȧ̷̝͊̌c̴̖̪̈́͜ẽ̴͇̼͂. 'I should call Celine,and check up on her' they thought as they finally reached home, touching the cold door knob. Feeling a wash of relief, walking inside. It was a mess inside, papers and documents everywhere, some broken items, but something catches their eye. A photo frame. Slightly cracked, but still intact.
It was you....and mark,Celine,will.
And...a-and...Damien.
Tears flood, their precious E̸̢̦͍̜̞͉̱͎̯͇̎̄y̸̧̛̱͍͉̑͛̅̈́̅̊̌̚ḛ̴̡̹̰͕͓̬̣͙̬̯̪̙̮͊̓͊̊͒̄͆̕͜s̵̨̡̛̬͍̖͉̩̼̤̝̏̽̃̿̑̓̄͗́͝͝͠͝ͅ.̵̨̢͉͚̞͚͙̥̘͓̙̳͙͙̿̂̀͗̃̉̄̿̈́͠͝ how much it hurt. Seeing their F̶̝͖̩̩͇̰͙̼͂̓̇̒̈́͗͘r̵̡͈̜͚͕̻͉̹̦͇̱͆͂͗̓̾̏̚͜i̵̧̡̛̮̞͇̗̓̉͗̋͐̔͋̚͠ė̵̘̰̭̝̫̿́̑̃̕n̸̙̣͕͇͚̜̅̏͑͆̄͊̑̓͆̄̃ḓ̵̣̪̖̫̹͈̼̭̊̈́̽̀͌͑͒͠, so happy. Yet, despair. At how unlucky, he had been. Maybe he should've just been quiet.
