Note: Hey guys, before this chapter starts, we can appreciate how good Damien's buns are. Those are some nice jiggly puffs. XD! Are you trying to get the blade out nicely, cause I just beat your girlfriend and I need some booty!
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Your parents took you, Diane, Charlotte and Olivia to a park. You were wearing a poodle dress with pink high heels and a poodle purse.
Diane was wearing a black sparkly sleeveless crop-top, a black sparkly skirt and a pair of black sparkly heels.
Charlotte was wearing an all magenta outfit like she always does and a magenta purse (The magenta pants and the eighth piece are Charlotte's clothes).
And Olivia was wearing a unicorn dress with a pair of unicorn flats.
You just sat on the benches and watched Olivia play in the sandbox, Diane depressingly play on the swings and Charlotte sitting in one of the picnic tables and putting on her magenta makeup and painting her nails magenta and brushing out her magenta hair.
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Damien came to the park, his eyes full of lust. He saw you sit in one the benches. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, black trousers, a pair of black goth boots and a red scarf. The raven was in a tree where the bench was. You saw the raven. Thinking it was just a random bird, you waved at it. The raven nodded its head as a "hello" gesture. It flew on the bench. You petted it, making it open its beak. You sat there, the raven by your side. You remembered that your aunt Molly passed away due to a coccyx injury from when she tried to ride with your uncle Cole on a bike. You wanted to cry, but you didn't want your parents or sisters to see you, so you got up from the bench and went to a tree where your parents and sisters couldn't see you. You sat by the tree and started to mourn your aunt's death. Damien sees that you're upset. The raven flew to you from the bench. The boy walks to you from behind and tries to comfort you. He rubbed your back and said soothing sounds, but you continued to cry. Without knowing it's Damien, you hugged him. This made him hug you back.
YOU: D:> Don't leave me like my aunt left our family by death!
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Damien X Reader
أدب الهواةDamien has liked you the moment he saw you for the first time. You were just a fifteen year old girl who likes summer vacation. I wrote this when I was fifteen, so expect some cringe.