SiX the Musical (& Cast) Oneshots

You're worth more than that (Part 3)

TW: Merry Christmas ayyyy, real tws go noncon, cheating and talks of murder but otherwise it's all good :)


"Oh. You won't tell me?"

"I spoke to Damon about it, and he wasn't upset but... Aimie... is it alright if I still have feelings for you?"

Aimie gasped. "What about Da-"

"As I said, he only agrees. It will make you uncomfortable though."

"No, no it won't. Millie, I still like you too..." Aimie confessed, casting her mind to earlier that day.

"Oh."

"I know..."

"What do we do?"

Millie was right. What could they do?

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"Hey, you two," Damon smiled and untucked the duvet from the bed. Millie and Aimie walked in, having eaten dinner slightly later than Damon so he would have enough time to prepare for Aimie.

"Hey... are you sure about this?" Aimie asked in reference to their sleeping arrangements. Millie put an arm around her waist.

"Of course, baby. You get ready for bed. There's nothing to worry about."

Aimie nodded, walking into the bathroom.

"How was your bath? You still have lipstick on, by the way," Damon asked.

"Relaxing. We confessed a few things. As for the makeup, I'll keep it on."

"Why?"

"Aimie used to love it when I marked her... Not hickeys and stuff. She didn't like the pain, so lipstick worked a charm. And the confessions:"

"Go on."

"I told her about the proposal, and that I still like her. The only major issue is that she likes me back... but I don't want to leave you for her. You're my husband and I love you... Goddammit, Damon. This whole thing is too confusing..."

"Does she actually?"

"Well she said she did after I confessed, so she either meant it or she said it so that I wouldn't feel bad."

Damon was lost in thought, Millie curled up with her head on his chest.

"Hey... Da..."

"Mhm?"

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Threesome."

"Babe-"

The bathroom door unlocked.

"Aimie! Come here!"

"Oh... uh-"

"In between us," Damon smiled, opening his arms for her.

"What the hell- are you two sure? You're sacrificing everything just because I'm here, really where I shouldn't be-"

"Who told you that you shouldn't be here?" Millie asked.

"Etiquette."

"Fuck etiquette and get in," Damon snickered, moving out slightly to give Aimie space in the middle. She clambered in, lying down between them. There was a comfortable space between them all, allowing Millie to adjust my closing in on her. Aimie faced Damon, the pair cuddling each other whilst Millie spooned her protectively.

"You comfortable baba?" Millie asked, kissing her cheek, her vibrant lipstick remaining on her skin. She kissed down her back and over her arms, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Mhm..." Aimie mumbled, sighing at the feeling of liberty at being away from John.

"Aimie," Damon whispered. "I know how tough this is for you, physically and emotionally. You may feel isolated or guilty or scared and anxious, but both of us will stick by you the entire way. Don't let my words go through one ear and out the other. Aimie, we love you, and we won't ever, ever hurt you. We want to help you. We want to make you feel loved because you are, and we don't want you to be blind from it."