Past Lives (Dark/Damien x Reader)

ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ-ғɪᴠᴇ: ᴇᴘɪʟᴏɢᴜᴇ

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"Everything is done here, ma'am."

"Is the attic done as well?"

"Just as you asked. We sat all of the boxes in the living room. If you have any problems with how we cleaned, please call me. I don't want our work to be un-satisfactory."

Kathryn's eyes beamed as a hefty amount of twenty dollar bills were handed to her. She looked up at (Y/n).

"Your drink is on me next time I see you in the cafe. Thank you so much."

The district attorney nodded, smiling softly as she watched Kathryn and a few other cleaners leave a now pristine-looking home. A cat meowed at (Y/n)'s feet.

"I know Maya," She reached down and trailed her hand up the white cat's fluffy tail, "I'm gonna take you to a place where you can have lots of company.

"Hey, (Y/n)? Did I hear Kathryn say that our coffee is on the house?!"

Ethan stumbled out of the bedroom carrying three hefty boxes in his arms, two of which covered his face. (Y/n) rushed over quickly, taking a load off his shoulders. Literally.

(Y/n) sat the boxes down on the floor, "Kathryn is such a sweetheart, isn't she?"

"She really is super nice. She's my favorite barista!!"

"And my favorite deep cleaner."

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The gift bag (Y/n) was carrying swung along with the way her arms moved as she walked down the street. Since the case of Celine's manor had officially been closed, (Y/n) got the payment that she was hoping for. With some of that, she had went to the local electronics store earlier that same day. Hopefully, Dark would enjoy his gift.

Ethan volunteered to go back to the office and finish up some paperwork the city sent in regards to the mansion. Ethan didn't give her much time to stop him, but it wasn't like she didn't want the help anyways. Maybe it was time for a financial reward for him, too. Even in just a business aspect, Ethan was still there for her whenever she needed it.

Only a couple of blocks later, (Y/n) found herself at her apartment's door. A deep breath expanded her lungs. She criticized herself for being out of shape as she climbed up the front porch's steps.

She opened up the door, silently laughing at the smell of burnt pasta.

"How could I be so idiotic?"

The sound of fallen pans followed. (Y/n) shut the door behind her and locked it, not giving it much of a thought.

Grumbling was the only noise that came out of Dark's mouth, but it spoke more than what he could ever say. (Y/n) crept up behind him and wrapped her arms around his back. Her arms rubbed against the fabric of his cotton t-shirt, "Working hard?"

His tense body relaxed for a moment. Dark let out a single mocking 'heh' in response.

"I suppose... I tried my hand at cooking but it was a little more difficult than I expected."

Dark took the pot off of the stove, angling it towards (Y/n). The charcoal-colored noodles bubbled ever-so-slightly.

"Maybe cooking isn't your strong suit."

"You are probably correct. Now I am just embarrassed."

He went to the trash can and flipped the pot over it, but the noodles didn't budge. Dark shook the pot and occasionally smacked it against the side of the can before it landed harshly into the empty trash bag.