MapleStory Damien x personal assistant! reader,
Reader is basically someone who serves Damien and he cares about them a lot, for some time Damien had feelings for the reader.
heartbound, pt.1
pairing(s): damien x reader
post: 06
warnings: blood, injury, angst
w/c: 889
a/n: i think i'll make a pt.2 to this one eventually, damien deserves a fluffy happy ending :((
You pursed your lips as Damien tenderly wrapped your battered forearm in bandage. His brow had been furrowed into a troubled expression as blood quickly began to peek through the fabric, leaving a small trail of wet red liquid up your arm. The wound stung all right, but seeing Damien this worried had always stung harder.
"I would have been fine if you hadn't done that. I'm fast," he mumbled, crimson eye glued to the blood that matched. You shrugged, pulling your arm from his gentle grasp. His fingers feebly gripped at your arm when it slid away, as if needing to hold on longer, but afraid to hurt you more.
"I wasn't thinking. My body just moved," you said, matter of factly. "It's not that serious, anyway. I heal fast." You traced your fingertip up and down the bandage, drinking in the feeling of your own warm blood turning the bandage soft under your touch. When you finally looked up, Damien was still staring at you with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his one visible eye. You didn't quite understand why he cared so much, since you saw yourself as simply a tool for him to achieve his goals, but it was always a welcome thing nonetheless.
Damien looked down, frustrated, with tears welling up. He breathed in like he was about to say something, but sighed and bit his lip instead, and brought his hands up to your shoulders. "You need to stop doing this," he said sternly. You tilted your head.
"But... what if you're not fast enough one day?" you asked. "I would trade my life for yours in a heartbeat."
Damien shook his head. "Don't say that. What else would I have if you were gone?"
The question had caught you off guard. Damien had always been an emotional one, but it usually came in the form of rage. This was a different type of breaking point. "What about your mission?" you replied. "Getting your mom back?"
Damien scoffed in anger, and the magenta light emitting from his eye cover pulsated. "Arkarium never spared her, and my own brother probably despises me for the lengths I went to. You're all I have left," he said. You frowned as his grip on you loosened, and his voice cracked when he choked back a sob. His head hung in defeat. "I just went along with the Black Mage, because that's the only thing I've known for centuries— but we can go away," he said, finally giving into the breakdown at hand. "All I need is you, now. Since we met, the only thing I needed was you. We can go to Leafre, and I'll build you a house where I grew up, and—"
"Damien," you said, cutting him off. You held his face with your hands and lifted his chin to meet his eye. Tear stains glistened on his cheeks as his features contorted with desperation and sadness, and he looked at you pleadingly. With one swift movement, you threw yourself forward and wrapped your arms around Damien's neck as your chest pressed against his. "I'll follow you to the end of the world," you whispered, nudging the shell of his ear with your lips. He sniffled, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. Minutes of silence passed, but it was a comfortable silence. Damien had held you closer by the waist, and calmed himself.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to sit with you like this," he said. You didn't reply, but reached up with your uninjured arm to sweep your fingernails up Damien's shaggy hair. It was soft and fluffy, you noted.
When you inevitably pulled back, the whites of Damien's eye had become bloodshot, and his eyelid sagged, exhausted and sleepy. He blinked a few times before tugging at your sides, an implication to return closer. You obliged, and he delicately moved the back of his hand to brush your cheek. His gaze glanced to your lips, and back up, as if asking for permission. You thought for a moment, contemplating on what it was that you wanted, and ultimately decided to lean in. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you stopped an inch from Damien's face, and you waited.
The sensation of his long eyelashes tickling your skin caused your heart to skip a small beat, and then butterflies flooded your stomach when the warmth of his lips pressed against yours. It was soft, hesitant, as if afraid to frighten you, but also hungry, as if he were starved for your kiss. The kiss was brief in favor of pressing his forehead against yours, and slowly rubbing noses.
You waited for him to part this time. When he leaned back, his expression was content, with a faint smile, but still tired. "You should go sleep," you said, giving his hand a squeeze. "We'll figure everything out later." He nodded in response, and pulled his wings flat against his back while standing up. You remained, sat in the middle of the floor, when Damien left.
It would be hard to turn away from war— both sides would likely search for you and Damien. But you would do anything if it meant making him happy.