~𝓐 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽~ (One Shot Book & Requests)

💨💢Damien Bloodmarch x FTM!Reader

You let out a whimper as your throat burned, your whole body sore as tears burned your eyes as you sobbed.

"Damien," you cried his name out, leaning weakly against the toilet and the bathtub so you could stay up and your body jolted as another gush of vomit flooded down your throat.

You whimpered again and you felt steady hands hold your hair back, one securing it in place as the other gently rubs your back.

You finished throwing up, sobbing a bit and leaning into the larger male behind you as he whispered comforts in your ear.

'It's alright darling' or 'I'm here and I'll take care of you' and other simple words that he said that made you feel significantly better.

You had come over to his house close to midnight, shakily knocking on the door and worry immediately filled his eyes when he saw you. He immediately scooped you up into a hug and took you to his room so he could pamper you and take care of you without bothering Lucien.

You were happy to be with him, coming over and seeking the comfort of having somebody with you as you rested in bed. But like always, Damien had gone above and beyond to make you feel better.

"It's alright darling, I know," he whispered as he rubs your back. You had stopped crying a while ago, but you still felt like shit. Having Damien there made it better, and his sweet whispers of comfort almost made you forget about your situation. Almost.

It was that time and you were miserable, the only purpose it serving was reminding you of how feminine you really were. Tears welled into your eyes again and you pressed your face into Damien's soft pajamas, the larger male shushing you as he gently ran his fingers through your hair.

You began crying again, sobbing into his shirt and his brows furrowed into a frown. He gently grabbed your chin, making you face him.

"Stop thinking like that. This doesn't make you any less of a man, do you hear me?" He tilted his head at the end of his words, staring into your eyes and your lip quivered a bit. Damien's eyes softened and he tilted his head forward, gently pressing your foreheads together.

"If anything, you're the strongest man I know."

You quickly looked up at him and uttered a weak "no" before he shushed you.

He gently gripped your chin again. "I know what you're thinking. I've thought those things before. You will make it through this, my love."

Your eyes were watering again, but not because of the situation. Damiem was so good to you and you had no idea how in the world you had deserved him. Sure, you raised Amanda and you did a pretty damn good job at that, but you weren't sure if that was enough.

Damien helped you stand, holding your hand and waist to guide you back to bed. As soon as he was under the covers with you, you curled into his side and cuddled against him. He was warm, and his caring touches just made you feel better.

He gently kissed your forehead, running his fingers through your hair and you tried to occupy yourself by playing with a stand of his black silky hair.

It was so soft.

Damien smiled a bit down to you and you buried your face into his shoulder, cuddling into him. There was a loud knock at the door and Damien sighed.

"What is it, Lucien?" He asked softly and Lucien ended up opening the door by knocking on it. Lucien couldn't help but smile faintly when he saw you curled up against his dad. He just loved how happy you made him.

Lucien cleared his throat with a small smirk on his face and said, "should I come back later?"

You almost said "fuck off I'm cuddling" but you knew neither would be too ecstatic to hear those words. They might get a small chuckle out of it, but that's about all they might do.

You glared into Damien's pajamas, no reason in particular why. You were just doing it because you were pissed off at the world and needed to take it out on something.

Sadly that something was Damien's pajamas.

After a long moment, Damien spoke. "This... Isn't really a good time, Lucien. Maybe in a few hours?" He said gently and Lucien smirked again as he nodded, grabbing the door handle and pulling it closed behind him.

Damien sighed, nuzzling his nose into your hair and you cuddled into his chest, playing with his soft hair yet again.

Where the hell did he find rosemary and lavender scented dog shampoo?!

You were dwelling too hard on the fact. Did he get it at Petco? Did he just get it at the regular store? Where did he get it?!

Your confusion showed on your face and it was a mix between a thinking look, a confused look, and a straight up constipated expression. Damien chuckled a bit.

"Distracting yourself quite nicely?" He mumbled. You flushed, looking up at him.

"No?" You looked at him with a quizzical look. He laughed and stroked a piece of hair out of your face.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" He asked. You looked at him for a very long moment. Too long of a moment! The tension was building and building until you finally just yelled your question.

"Where the hell do you buy your shampoo?"

He looked stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting the odd question. His face flushed a bit and he chuckled in embarrassment.

"I uh... I accquire it at the pet shelter... Mary sells it to me at a discount because I volunteer..." He explained. You nodded, now fully understanding the secrets of the universe that were Damien's hair.

Damien flushed again, gently playing with your (h/c) hair. You laughed a bit at his awkwardness, the flush evident on his cheeks being one you found quite cute. You gently kissed his nose sweetly and he smiled at you, kissing your forehead.

"Why are you so good to me, Dames?" You asked and he shuffled closer to you.

"Because you're one of the few people who really accepts me as I am. Sees me as more. You see me as I see you." He brushed a strand of hair out of your face once again, kissing your nose and you scrunched it up in surprise.

You were trying to hide your smile.

It wasn't working.

Dammit.

You kissed Damien's nose back and he smiled warmly at you.

"Love you, Dames."

"I love you too, my dear (y/n)"