SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

You're worth more than that (Part 2)

TW: It's been a while (give me two more weeks and the updates will be frequent I promise), you know the drill: Millie and Damon w/ Aimie, except there's also a high level of Millie and Aimie, mentions of rape (Non-con although it technically is? It's... confusing), I wrote this three weeks ago because it was part of my emergency 'oh no I haven't written anything in six days' stash of updates but anyway, enjoy!

Damon nodded understandingly.

"You... don't dislike me at the moment?"

"No, of course not. I understand how and why you like Aimie."

"You like her too?"

"I- Millie, I'm your husband. It wouldn't be fair on you if I did."

"But you do."

"I... no?"

"Da... Come on..."

"She's gorgeous inside and out. Why are you forcing me to crush on your ex to-be-fiancée?"

"Because... you never know."

"No, I don't."

"Because if you like her as much then we could look after her, and it won't be awkward on your part."


Damon was about to agree, but the doorbell sounded.

"I'm 99% sure it's Aimie," he said, and Millie nodded.

"It's good if it is. She needs to run away from him."

Millie went to open the front door, and just as she expected, Aimie was standing at the door, curled into herself.

"Aim? Come in, babe," Millie ushered her in, closing the door. Damon walked to the hallway.

"Aimie," he sighed in relief, helping her with her coat and shoes. She didn't speak, but she looked into his eyes, the vulnerability in her eyes clearly visible to the couple.

"I- I want to break up. But I don't know how," Aimie choked, and Millie sighed, pulling her into the sitting room. "He was rude to you both. You didn't deserve that," she shook her head, and Millie groaned.

"No, Aimie. You don't deserve him. Or rather, he doesn't deserve you. He doesn't understand what it means to be with someone like you, and he's taking it for granted."

"It's... unfair."

"You're scared of breaking up with him?"

"Yes, yes I am... He... he..."

"Aimie?"

"He's not a good person," Aimie landed upon phrasing.

*Flashback*

"John, please. You don't have to do this... I haven't done anything wrong! Not this time at least. We were having a harmless conversation. I- I- I didn't mean to offend you... I'm so sorry."

"Aimie, just shut up," he snapped, dragging her into their bedroom and throwing her onto their bed. She sat there staring at the monster of a man in front of her. "Well?" he asked. "Don't just sit there. You should know the drill by now."

"Oh..."

Aimie reluctantly stood up, peeling off her clothing until the bare minimum.

"P-please... it hurts when you go so rough."

"Don't pretend you don't like it," he smiled devilishly, palming Aimie's body. Aimie shivered, cocking her head to one side. She had no other choice but to take what she asked for. "This is what you get for hurting Millie, Aimie. Maybe you're right. Maybe she didn't need you anyway."

Aimie clambered onto the bed, lying on her back, the heated gaze of her boyfriend's burning through her naked body like lasers.

"I don't need all of you. All I need is the prize," he smirked, kissing her chest and neck, slowly opening her legs. "And the prize... is ready? Aimie you want this?"

"I- what?"

They both stopped, looking at each other quizzically. Neither of them had any urge to move since both of them were just as confused as the other. John dropped her legs, and she sat up.