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William 

Guys are we gonna talk about Damien?

Monica 

We probably should 

Mark 

Poor guy 

Nico 

?

Dani 

We are on a trip please elaborate 

Dorian 

He's sick

Mark 

He won't let anyone enter his room, not even William 

Dorian 

Or mum.

Damien 

Please don't come in

William 

Sorry to bring this to the group chat guys

William 

C'mon Dames, please?

Damien 

No, I don't want to get you sick, you're the king.

William 

C'mon pleeease? I'm worried about you.

Damien 

Don't be I'm fine.

Monica 

Will is at your door with the key so if you are for some reason naked put some clothes on.

Damien 

William, I swear to god.

William 

I'm in, guys! 

Mark

How's he look?

William 

Undead

Dorian 

He always looks undead, give us something better to work with 

Damien 

Hey!

William 

Okay, how's this: he forgot to call me an idiot for breaking in.

Dani 

*Shocked gasp* Someone call an ambulance!

William 

Damien is forbidden from leaving this room

Damien 

That's not necessary Will, I'm fine

William has started a video call. Join

Monica: I never thought I'd say this but Damien, listen to Will

Mark: What she said

Nico: Yeah, Will's right

Amir: Hate to say it, but Will's right

Aisha: *Finger quote* Fine *finger quote* yeah right. I seem to recall that you don't get sick too often but when you do you get SICK

Dorian: You certainly don't look fine 

Dani: For god's sake just admit that you're sick

Damien: … Fine 

Monica: Do you want me to come help you, Will?

Will: No I got it, besides, you have a meeting about the school in an hour 

Damien: *sits bolt upright* Right! Meetings! How will you take notes down AND actively participate? You have to let me help!

Will: *Pulls Damien down so his head is against Will's chest* Uh-uh. What was it you told me when we were kids? Oh that's right, shut up and lay down.

Monica: Take his phone, knowing him he'll try to hack the security cameras or something.

Dani: Maybe Monica can just take over your meetings until Damien is better.

Dorian: Aww, no more free time 

Dani: Oh calm down Dorian, you can go on a date some other time. 

William ended the video call

Monica 

?

William 🔕

Damien is asleep. Have fun at your meetings.

Monica 

WILLIAM AND DAMIEN WYTTE 

Dorian

Unless there was a wedding I wasn't told about, that's not grammatically correct.

Monica 

DAMIEN AND WILLIAM WYTTE

Dorian 

That's worse 

Monica 

I DO NOT CARE. MY BRAIN IS NUMB. WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME HOW MANY MEETINGS YOU HAD WILLIAM?

William🔕

Lol, you found out how much work and thinking I actually have to do huh?

Dorian 

That's not all, scroll up it's hilarious 

William🔕

Apparently you also casually married Damien and I 🤣🤣🤣

Dorian 

And Monica he means that as in you officiated their marriage not that you became both their brides.

Monica 

Thanks Dorian, I was confused about that. Anyways, I'M SORRY WILL, I'LL NEVER CALL YOU BOOK DUMB OR SAY YOUR JOB IS TO GIVE SPEECHES AND LOOK PRETTY WHILE DAMIEN DOES ALL YOUR WORK FOR YOU AGAIN! 😭

William🔕

Excuse me while I screenshot this, print it, and frame it on my wall. Damien does a lot of organizational things and thinks of some suggestions for me which helps a lot, but I still have to do a lot of talking, thinking, and negotiating.

Dani

Speaking of which, how is Damien?

William 

He'd love to see you all…

Damien 

WILL, NO!

William has started a video call. Join

Dani: Awww!

Context fairy: Yo, I'm the context fairy. Occasionally I shall briefly drop kick the fourth wall into outer space and give context to you readers. The characters cannot see or hear me. Anyways, Damien is on Will's lap with his head on Will's shoulder, which is why Damien didn't want the others to see him. If there are any artists who want to draw this (or any other scenes from this story) please leave a comment if you're the first person to do so and send it to me at [email protected] *carefully puts the fourth wall back*

Monica: Adorable!

Nico: His face is redder than my hair!

Dorian: Why is he not yelling at you?

Will: He can't talk. He woke up, realized he was on top of me, got flustered, tried to get up, got restrained by me, attempted to yell at me, couldn't, remembered he was sick, laid back down.

Mark: Can confirm, walked in with drinks about halfway through.

Dani: *is laughing*

Dorian: Wait, why were you allowed to go but not me?

Will: Because I was hungry

Dorian: So have a cook bring you something!

Monica: Don't you think that's a little suspicious? Walking in to see the royal advisor asleep on his Majesty's lap?

Dorian: Oh yeah.

Will: I was also lonely.

Mark: So I came over since it's my day off.

Will: I have a new friend now!

Amir: Hi guys, ‘sup?

Will: *whining* Damieeen, come back.

Context fairy: *Swings in riding a wrecking ball which smashes the fourth wall to bits* 🎵I CAME IN LIKE A WREEECKING BALL!🎵 Damien just launched himself off Will and across the room. If there are any artists who want to draw this (or any other scenes from this story) please send it to me at [email protected]. May the fourth (wall) be with you! *Rebuilds the fourth wall and swings out of the room on the wrecking ball* 🎵I WENT OUT LIKE A WREEECKING BALL!🎵

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*Will is drunk*
Will: What if we have kids?
Damien: What? Will, I don't have a uterus. You don't either.
Will: But isn't there a spell you could use?
Damien: A spell that spawns kids from the abyss? Not that I know of.
Will: Would they have all my coloring traits? Or would they be able to have black hair or eyes?
Damien: I… don't know actually. Good question.
Will: ‘Cos you don't have any coloring at all.
Damien: I do, I just lack melanin. If I truly lacked any coloring then a picture of me could have a black and white filter and you wouldn't be able to tell.
Will: Oh. Well, if we had a girl we could name her Amethyst. I like that name.
Damien: And a boy?
Will: Bob.
Damien: (laughing) Yeah, you're definitely drunk.

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Damien walked swiftly behind Will, exiting the ball hastily after a high ranking noble couple had somehow managed to make a joke that was both homophobic and witchphobic! How? They're separate things! They even managed to throw in a few slurs and call Damien some… unpleasant things. Anyways, Will had sorta… gotten annoyed by that considering that not only is he against that kind of thing but he's bi and his boyfriend is a witch. Monica also got pretty annoyed by that but hid it better. Damien was probably the most bothered considering he’s a gay witch, the exact thing this couple made a joke against. As the couple laughed at their own joke, Will let out a strangled, “Oh, Damien, I think that those people over there want to speak to us, let's leave Monica with these lovely people and go see what they want.” To which Damien had replied, “Okay…” Which brings us back to the present.

Will glanced at Damien, who was trying not to cry as they passed the crowds of whispering Royals. Damien had taken off his hat, wishing he wasn't a witch. As they passed his room he chucked it on his bed. Will shot a quick text to Monica telling her not to come upstairs. After what felt like an eternity they got to Will's room. “Sit.” Will gestured to the bed as he shut and locked the door. He then crossed the room and hugged Damien who immediately started sobbing, “Why can't I just be who I am? Why am I never good enough for them?” He said between sobs, “I don't know, but what I do know is that I'm going to stay here with you for as long as you need and if that means risking my reputation as king then so be it.” “Thank you,” Damien said, “I wish I was the opposite of who I am.” “Who you are?” “Yeah, a terrible person, a gay witch, a crybaby, and a traitor to both the crown and to witches.” “That's not who I see you as.” Will argued, “I see you as an amazing, kind gay witch who cries sometimes and did what he had to to protect those he loved.” Damien began to stop crying, “They called me an detiser.”

Context fairy: *Lights the fourth wall aflame* 🎵I’M WATCHING IT BUUUUUUURN🎵 Sorry, that entrance was a Hamilton reference. Yeah, uh, that's a slur for witches I made. It's quite hard to come up with a slur but basically it sorta means child eater. Deti = dieťa = child + ser = esser = eater. Pronunciation: deh-tih-sir. I smushed two languages together to do this. So that's where the name comes from. *Fixes fourth wall and leaves holding a lantern and a bucket*

“Yeah, that was quite rude.” “And they used the word… maggot with an f. It wasn't directed at me but…” Damien sighed, “Why are people like this?” “Fear.” Damien nodded. It was a rhetorical question but that was a good answer. “Ready to head back?” “Yeah.” They arrived back to see poor Monica still stuck in a conversation with the couple. “Hello, I'm here to take over the conversation so my wife can mingle.” Monica smiled and replied, “Why thank you. We were just talking about all the witches and, ahem, gay people in the kingdom.” Before leaning over to Will and whispering, “We need to blacklist them.” Will nodded as the wife began to speak, “Why yes, we were talking to your wife, wondering why you made the decision to let a detiser have a position of power?” Damien cleared his throat, “That's a slur ma'am, please don't use that word.” He said, keeping his voice steady. “You don't have the right to talk to my wife like that! You inhuman freak!” yelled the husband, before Will cut in with, “Excuse me sir, but Damien has as much right to talk to you and your wife as you and your wife have to talk to me. I will not tolerate you harassing him for who he is.” “That… thing is a DETISER! It is not entitled to talk to me or my wife!” The wife nodded before adding, “Isn't he the guy who was supposed to burn around 16½ years ago?” That did it. Damien was aware Will was defending him but he had tapped out. There was only one place to go. The terrace. His safe place.

Once he reached the terrace he curled in on himself, head in his knees and began to cry his eyes out. Detiser. Inhuman. [Slur that starts with an f]. It. Killer. Supposed to burn. Monster. Freak. Thing. Detiser. [F maggot]. Detiser. [F maggot]. DETISER. [F MAGGOT]. DETISER! [F MAGGOT]! DE- “-MIEN! DAMIEN CAN YOU HEAR ME?”

Oh. Will was shaking him, screaming, crying. He looked up to meet Will's eyes, “I can now.” Will was up in his face, tears running down his face, pure concern in his eyes. He pulled Damien into a tight hug, “Damien, I was trying to talk to you for 5 minutes. I thought… I-I was so scared Damien.” He sobbed, hugging Damien closer, “I was so worried, this is the second time that you've broken down crying tonight. What's going on in your head Damien? What's wrong? Please, tell me.”

“Will, I don't know if I can do this anymore.” He admitted, “Do what?” “Be a witch. It's… a lot sometimes. I hid it for most of my life but then everyone found out and it's just…people are mean Will.” Will was silent for a minute, “Monica told me that Dani went through a phase of giving up witchcraft,” he began, “She cut her hair and got new clothes. Dorian… oh boy, he was MAD. He didn't speak to her for a while, said they were barely twins anymore, and went on and on about how what she was doing was wrong. Not caring that the reason she gave it up was because she didn't want to hurt anyone. In the end she realized maybe she could do magic and be a good person.” Damien sighed, “It's not about hurting other people, it's about other people hurting me.” Will frowned, “People hurt you?” Damien nodded, “When I go on errands for my mom through the more… conservative parts of town people throw rocks and sticks at me. They yell at me and call me terrible things. The worst part is… I deserve it. I've done terrible things in the past, no one has any real reason to trust me. Sometimes I just want to make everyone forget I'm a witch.” “Well, I can't let you do that but if you want to you can stop wearing a witch hat as part of your uniform.” Damien sighed, “Thanks Will, but Monica wouldn't like it. Taking a step forward means being open about being a witch.” Will frowned, Damien had a point, “What if I made it non obligatory? That way you could wear a hood or something when you go to those parts of town!” Damien smiled, “I- Thank you Will, I would really like that.” Will smiled, happy Damien was feeling better, “No problem Dames, but please tell me if people hurt you again.” “I will, I promise. Let's head back to the ball.”

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A Girl, a Guy, and a Gay (Damien, Will, Monica)

The Girl

I think it's time they know

The Guy

Know what?

The Girl 

About you and Damien 

The Guy

Uh…

The Gay

Hell no

The Girl

You could make it fun. I've got a plan.

The Gay

I fear your plan

In person 

Monica: Alright so you've each received 6 strips of paper. You have everyone's name but your own. You must try to sort the names into 3 categories: Taken Bacon 🥓, Single Pringle 🥔, and Lovesick Carrot stick 🥕. You may not tell other people your status and Damien, Will, and I will be supervising to enforce it. This is a minute to win it game and your time starts… now!

Dorian: For anyone who somehow hasn't realized, Nico goes in the Lovesick Carrot Stick 🥕 can! 

Nico: Dorian's a Taken Bacon 🥓!

Mark: So’s Monica!

Dani: Where's the ‘I want your head’ bread 🍞? Because I think that's where Mark goes! 

Dorian: Wait, where does William go? ‘Cause technically he's married.

Nico: Forget marriage! Just put him in the I Give Up Cup 🥤! 

Dani: Nico, that's my water! Oh whatever.

Monica: Time!

Damien: Well, as fun as that was to watch, we need the three cans and one cup.

Will: Thank you. Monica, you get Taken Bacon 🥓, I'll take Single Pringle 🥔, and Damien can get Lovesick Carrot stick 🥕

Monica: Taken Bacons 🥓 are: 4 votes for Dorian, 4 for me.

Will: Single Pringles 🥔: 4 for Mark, 3 for Damien.

Damien: Lovesick Carrot Sticks 🥕: 4 for Nico, 4 for Dani, one for me, and one for Will. As for the rest of Will's votes: 2 in Dani's water and 1 ripped up on the floor. If you believe your status is false, step forward.

Mark: [Steps forward] I'm a Lovesick Carrot Stick 🥕.

Will: [Steps forward] Marriage aside, Taken Bacon 🥓 here!

Damien, blushing: [Steps forward] Taken Bacon 🥓…

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Mark smirking: [opens mouth to talk]

Dorian, cutting Mark off: Wait, Damien…

[Dani's eyes widen as she puts two and two together]

Dorian: You got a girlfriend an-

Dani: Wait, ah, Dorian-

Dorian: Hold on Dani, and you didn't tell me!?

Damien: (Strained) Yes, a romantic partner of the…female orientation…

Nico: *Realizing what's really going on* Holy-

[Monica kicks Damien]

Damien: Ow, hey! Fine, fine. I uh, I didn't get a girlfriend…

Dorian: *Confusion*

Damien: (Frustrated) I got… I… I, um [Shuts eyes tightly] (louder) I got a boyfriend, OKAY? WILL is my boyfriend! 

Mark: I mean, I've seen the way you two look at each other, I knew SOMETHING was going on. I just didn't know you were together. Congrats!

Nico: This… this is news to me. 

Dani: I'm gonna… wait [hugs Damien] okay NOW I'm gonna sit down and process this.

Dorian: … I uh, I… I'm sorry! [Turns and leaves the room]

[Damien sinks to his knees and puts his head in his hands]

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Damien: (mutters) I fucked up real bad didn't I?

Nico: For what it's worth… I support you… and I don't think it's your fault. But I do think Monica should go after Dorian and make sure he's not telling anyone else.

[Monica nods and silently leaves the room as Will sits down next to Damien.]

Nico: D-do you want us to leave or…?

Damien: (Still muttering) You can stay if you sit over there and don't talk.

[They oblige]

Will: I'm sure he's just processing things, after all, he saw me as a rival for all those years and to find out I'm gay? That must be a lot.

Damien: You're bi though.

Will: Yeah, well, he doesn't know that. [Across the room Nico, Dani, and Mark watch this exchange with great interest] Mark: Sorry to interrupt, but can we whisper?

Damien: As long as I can't hear you. Dani: Guys, I have popcorn if you want some.

Nico: Where the hell did you get popcorn?

Dani: Amir.

Nico: …Yeah I want popcorn.” 

Dani: Dorian's always been like this, he doesn't do well with finding out new things about his family. I remember for a while he was determined Damien was truly evil, he believed Dad’s lies over Damien and Monica.

Nico: Oh yeah, I remember that! The whole Dorian-Inexplicably-Hated-Damien-For-A-While-And-Because-Will-Defended- Damien-He-Hated-Will-Too incident! Didn't know there was a reason behind it!

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Monica found Dorian in his bedroom, screaming into a pillow. “What's wrong?” Dorian jumped up and threw the pillow at Monica, “AAAAAGH WHO- oh it's you.”

“Want to explain what's going on?”

“I don't know, it's just…” Dorian sighed and sat down next to Monica, “He's GAY, Monica!” “Oh really, I hadn't noticed.” She deadpanned, “But seriously, WHAT is your problem? Some people are gay. Accept it.” “I know, I have no problem with gay people, it's just… I don't know.” Monica nodded, “Then let's start with some easy stuff. What upsets you more: The fact that Will likes boys in general, or the fact that Will probably never loved me?” Dorian thought for a minute, “The second one.” Monica nodded, “Well, if it helps Will is bi, which means he likes girls too, so he probably did love me romantically at some point. And he definitely loves me platonically, just like I love him.” Dorian nodded, “That does help a little. But Damien…” “Okay, what upsets you more? The fact that Damien has kissed Will, or the fact that he didn't tell you?” Dorian was quiet for a while, “The second one?” Monica frowned, “You sound unsure.” “What if… what if I'm homophobic but only with Damien? Is that a thing?”

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“*Crying noises*” Damien had just gotten the bad news from Monica and was crying into Will’s arms.

The Girl

Brace yourself, Dorian might be homophobic towards Damien.

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“We saw this coming.” Will reminded tearfully but Damien just shook his head, regretting his life choices, “That doesn't make it hurt any less.” Will sighed, “I know.” Meanwhile in the corner of the room sat a shocked Dani, popcorn forgotten on the ground, “No…” she whispered, “No! No, no, NO!” She was being too loud now but she didn't care, “That's NOT the Dorian I know!” And with that she ran out of the room.

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Slam! The door burst open, probably denting the wall a bit. Oops. “WHAT THE HELL, DORIAN?” Dani screamed, already across the room and in his face, “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT IF I WAS A LESBIAN, HM? WOULD YOU TURN ON ME TOO?” “That's actually what we're trying to figure out…” said Monica gently, “So far we think it's his weird Damien hatred relapsing due to the new information.” “THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER!” Dani yelled, “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHY DO YOU HATE HIM? WHY…” Dani trailed off before she choked out the rest, “Why can't we be a family again?” Dorian just stared, “He abandoned us Dani. You know this. He didn't care about us. He doesn't care about us. He will NEVER ca-” “STOP!” Dani and Monica yelled in unison, "I- I just wanted us to be a family again. I got better, we forgave Damien but now… now,” she sighed in defeat, “I can't do this anymore, I thought you were past this, I thought we could be a family, I thought… I thought we could be happy.” “I did too but Damien clearly prefers Monica and Will over us.”

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“I'm leaving.”

“I'm done here.”

“I give up”

“Goodbye, Dani.”

“Make it stop.”

“I'm out.”

“I've got work.”

All 7 things were said at the same time, in the same flat defeated tone, just as the clock struck 9.

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“Hi, uh, I'm sorry for earlier.” The tension in the room was so thick Will seriously contemplated attempting to cut it with his sword, then he realized that was probably a dumb idea. “Is it true?” Damien wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. “I don't know. I really do want to try to get better though. I think a good way to start would be this: I still… want to love you as a brother. I'm working on being able to respect you. Monica thinks it's the hatred I used to have of you coming back due to the discovery of new secrets. She says I'm likely not really homophobic but I still claim full responsibility for my actions. Maybe you could not mention your relationship with Will while I'm around?” “Well the whole point of telling you guys was so we could be a bit more open about our relationship.” “I understand. Talk about it all you want, I won't say anything mean. Just don't expect me to say anything at all.” “Deal.” “Maybe we can be a family again,” Dani said, walking in, “But maybe you should tell mom first.

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William is getting eviler by the day. It's simply a fact. Angela Wytte prides herself in her intelligence and she finally had it figured out. She knows Damien isn't a fan of being touched, in fact she didn't know anyone other than herself that he regularly hugged, willingly that is. But she noticed that Will was getting closer to him every day. Subtle hand holding, leaning in a bit too close, hugs, nudging. Yes it was obvious. Will was trying to overpower Damien and get him to join his plan to… actually she wasn't sure what the plan was. Something horrible for sure. Which is why she's outside Will's bedroom door at 2 am. 

Knock knock knock. Will got up and opened the door, yawning, “What is it Damie- oh. Oh. OH WAIT HOLY-” Will frantically rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Nope, still there, “Ahem. I mean, hello Mrs.- er Ms. Wytte, how may I help you?” “What's your plan William?” “Plan? The school one? It's really more of Monica's plan th-” “No not that! The one with Damien! What are you two planning?” She asked, backing Will into a corner, “I-I don't know what you're talking about Ms!” Will assured, now very much awake, “But I can assure you that-” “And for goodness sake just WHERE is your wife?” “Uh well, sh-” Will was cut off again, “I may have been stripped of my powers but I can still make potions and I won't hesitate to use one on you!” “Ah, ma’am I think there's been a misunderstandAMIEN HELP!” Will yelled, realizing he probably woke up half the castle. Oh well, he could care less. “What happened?” Damien asked, running into the room, “Oh. Uh, hi mum.” “My dear son Damien, don't worry, I'm rescuing you!” “No, no you aren't! Let him go!” Angela frowned, “I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to lock him up! Do me a favor and turn him into a toad.” Will's eyes were wide and pleading, Damien knew he only had two options. Let Will get tortured by his mother, or tell the truth. The second option made his insides feel all twisty but… It's worth it. For Will. Damien thought, taking a deep breath, “MomI’mgay.” Angela took a step back from Will, “W-what?” “I'm gay.” “Gay? You're gay?” “Yes, mum. I don't like women in a romantic sense.” “Wow. I mean, I don't mind of course but… wow, this… who, when?” “When I was around 14. And uh, oh lord, you're not gonna like this next bit but um… Will.” “WHAT? DO YOU STILL- WAIT DID YOU ACT ON IT? ARE YOU TWO-” “Mum calm down, no I did not act on it, when I was 14 he and Monica were a couple. And yes, I do still like him.” “Are you two a couple?” “Yes. Yes we are.” Will answered for Damien. “Did Hans know?” Damien laughed nervously, “Uh, about that… remember when you locked Will in a tower and Monica had to wake him up with true love's kiss?” “Yes? I don't see what that has to do with anything though.” “So, uh, she sorta chickened out. And um… I sorta, kinda, hadtodoitinstead?” Angela just laughed as Damien continued, “And so uh, then Dad was about to yell at me and Monica kinda kicked him… in the face.” Angela stayed silent for a moment, then spoke, “Ah, so you two have kissed.” “Multiple tim- OW! DAMIEN!” Damien had kicked Will in the shin, “Why would you do that? Damien?” “Now where could he have gone?” “I don't know. Goodnight I guess.” “Yeah, goodnight.” As Angela left the room Will noticed a little white mouse scurry after her, then turn in the direction of Damien's room. Will laughed, maybe he'd keep that to himself.

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“He needs immersion therapy!” Monica declared, “I'm sure he'll come around if you two just kiss in front of him a few times.” Damien's face turned bright red, “NO!” He cleared his throat, “Ahem, I mean, No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not, I refuse to kiss Will in front of anyone but you, Monica.” Will laughed, “It could work. Monica, what do you think of doing it like… this!” He grabbed Damien's wrists and flipped him, pinning him against the wall before kissing him. He let go of Damien who responded by moving one hand to Will's back and pulling him in closer, “Ahem. I feel like you three forgot I was here.” Damien flung Will off of him and jumped forward, “Sorry Dani, I'm so sorry!” Dani laughed, “It's alright, though what happened to refusing to kiss Will?” “I did actually forget you were here.” Damien admitted, “I think Will did too.” Dani glanced at Will, who was keeled over, muttering a string of curses under his breath, “Speaking of Will, is he okay?” Will winced, “No, your brother kicked me in the nuts while flinging me across the room.”

Monica laughed, “Sucks to be you. Back to Dorian, does anyone have any ideas to cure him of his Damien hatred?” Will spoke up, “Could Dorian be kind of acting "Homophobic" because he's just the TINIEST bit jealous of me for getting to be a close friend to Damien back then when Dorian couldn't?” Monica blinked, “That's… actually really smart of you. But maybe, kind of like how Dani was jealous of me for getting to be really close to Dorian?” Dani nodded, “That's actually quite likely, afterall, it does mostly boil down to feeling rejected.” Damien frowned, “I'm really sorry for leaving you guys, it was really stupid of me and a really selfish thing to d–” “No, Damien, you were a child, I don't blame you for that. You need to stop blaming yourself, dad and aunt Hilde played a big part in it.” Dani stared him down until he nodded in agreement. Dorian wasn't the only one she and Monica were trying to ‘cure’. “So how do we fix this jealousy?” Monica asked, “Quality time, but we're gonna have to trick him into it.” Dani said, “His jealousy has morphed into rivalry with not only Will, but Damien too. We'll need a plan.”

The four of them brainstormed for a while until Will and Damien eventually left, claiming they had other things to do. Monica and Dani stayed though, plotting and scheming until they had the perfect plan.

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Knock knock knock

Damien entered Monica's room. “Hey,” He said, “Can we talk?” 

Monica grinned: “Yeah! What about?”

Damien sucked in his breath, “The fact that I'm gay.” 

Monica cocked her head, “What's a gay?”

“Gay means I like boys in the same way you do.”

Monica was still confused, “What about girls?”

“Well how do you feel about girls?”

“They're great!” She made a face, “But I don't want to kiss them.”

Damien laughed, “Yeah, that's pretty much exactly how I feel about them.”

Monica frowned, “But what about true love?”

Damien tensed, “Why can't I have ‘true love’ with another boy?” Oops. That came out harsher than he meant it to.

Monica nodded, “I guess you're right…”

Damien held his breath, if this went wrong he could be sent back to his parents.

“This is great! We can talk about cute boys!” She exclaimed.

Damien frowned, “Monica, listen, your father can't find out about this, okay?”

“Why not?” 

‘God, she's way too innocent. This girl's gonna be the death of me.’ Damien thought, “Because… bad things might happen. Really bad things.”

Monica seemed to accept that, “What about Will?”

“He already knows.”

Monica grinned, “He's a cute boy!” She declared, “We can talk about him!”

Damien laughed, “Okay, okay.”

Monica smiled, “He tries so hard to be the perfect prince!”

Damien nodded, “He does, doesn't he.” He remembered all the times when Will was little, he would hurt himself then come running to Damien, crying. He nearly got his arm cut off one time.

“DAMIEN!” Monica shook him, “You zoned out!”

“Sorry,” Damien said, prying Monica’s hands off his shoulders, “I was thinking about Will.”

Monica pinned him to the bed, her face waaaay too close to his for his liking, “Wait, wait, wait. Damien. Do you LIKE him!?”

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Will burst into Damien's room, “DAMIE-”

“JESUS WILL, I'M NOT WEARING PANTS, STOP BUSTING INTO MY ROOM LIKE THAT!”

Will slowly backed out of Damien's room and closed the door.

“You can come in now.” Damien opened the door, Will couldn't help but look to see if he was wearing pants.

“Damien, Monica says that princes have to save pretty princesses and marry them.”

Damien was officially confused. “And?”

Will hesitated, “D-do princes ever get to marry pretty boys?”

And just like that Damien was frozen, “W-well, uh I-I… uhhhh…”

Will laughed, “It's okay, take your time.”

Damien recovered and answered, “Not in fairy tales. And sa- I mean, and usually not in real life either.”

Will's face fell, “Oh.”

Damien examined him, “Will,” he said tentatively, “Do you have feelings for a boy?”

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“Will,” he said tentatively, “Do you have feelings for a boy?”

“Well, maybe.”

“Will, what do you mean maybe?” Damien tried to hide a smile. Key word tried.

Will glanced at his feet, “Well, there's this one person… Whenever I'm around them I get these weird feelings. They don't hug me very much but when they do my body feels all weird and tingly. They grab my arm a lot though, and when they do that the spot they grabbed me gets really hot and tingly.”

Damien had to hide a grin with a cough, he didn't hug Will often and, come to think of it, he does grab Will's arm a lot. “Well, I have 2 possibilities for you. Number 1: You're allergic to this person.

Number 2: You've got a crush.”

Will thought for a minute, “Let’s say this person is a boy. W-would that be wrong?” He teared up a bit, “Would that mean something is wrong with me? That I'm a bad person?”

Damien swept Will into a hug, “Will, no! Of course nothing is wrong with you! And look at me, am I a bad person?” 

“N-no…”

“And I'm full on gay, remember? If liking a boy made you a bad person then I'd be twice as bad!”

“I guess… but I'm a prince.”

“Will, look me in the eye. It's. NOT. Just. Princesses. Who. Deserve. Happy. Endings. You hear me?”

Later that night Will came to Damien's room, “Damien, can I sleep with you? I'm scared.”

“Of what?”

“I don't know, I just feel unsafe.”

“As much as I'd love to have your annoying presence here with me, I'd rather not be accused of kidnapping you or something. Good night.”

“Okay… goodbye.”

Damien's POV 

The next morning Will was reported missing. I should have let him stay with me but my stupid heart got in the way. I could have kept him safe but I actively chose not to. Now he could be dead all because of my stupid heart. I might never see him again because of my pride. I caused this. I need to fix it.

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“Wait, wait, wait. Damien. Do you LIKE him!?”

“Only a little bit! I'm sorry, don't hate me, please, I'm so so sorry!”

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?”

Damien looked up, “What do you mean why? He's your fiance!”

Monica smiled, “And he's your true love!”

Damien frowned, “What do you mean ‘true love’? Monica, you do know that's not real right?”

Monica put her hands on her hips, “Is too! And Will is your true love. I know ‘cause the way you look at him an’ ‘cause the way he looks at you.” She pouted.

Damien sighed, Monica always regresses a bit when she's upset. Still, his heart skipped a beat at the possibility of Will liking him back. “Monica, calm down. And you can't tell Will about this, okay?” He said gently.

Monica nodded, “But still, you loooove him.”

Damien sighed yet again, at least she was acting her age again, “Monica, it's just a crush.”

“🎵Damien and William sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G🎵”

Damien stood up, “Whatever, I am not having this conversation with a ten year old.” And with that, he left Monica alone, singing to an empty room.

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Damien stood with his ear at the door, listening to the crying coming from inside. Yep, it was decided. He, Damien Wytte, was about to make a huge mistake. 

The door opened, “Will?”

The 5 year old quickly swiped at his eyes and gave Damien a huge smile, “Hi Dames, what do you need?”

Damien walked over and sat next to Will, “No, what do you need. You were crying.”

“No! Good princes never cry!”

Damien sighed, “Does this have anything to do with your visit to your dad's palace?”

Will hesitated, his eyes brimming with tears. He jumped up, locked the door, grabbed Damien, took him into the bathroom, and locked that door too. Then he broke down sobbing, “HesaidI’mworthlessandI’llneverlearnanythingandwhycan’tIgetbasicwitchsafetythroughmythickskullandI’materribleheiran-” 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down.” Damien said, looking at Will. The poor child had tears streaming down his face, Damien's face softened, “Come here.” He wrapped Will in a hug, “You're not worthless Will, and I'm glad you don't know basic witch safety, that would be bad news for me.” Will sniffed, “I do know basic witch safety. You're s’possed to throw Jesus Juice-” “Holy water, Will.” Damien corrected, “Yeah that, you're s’possed to throw it at them and then they get all weak and you take them to jail. But I don't wanna do that ‘cause then your clothes would be ruined.” 

Damien laughed, “Can I tell you a secret? Holy water won't work, you can try it on me.”

“Are you sure?”

Damien nodded, “Go get some, I think there's a bottle under your bed for ‘emergencies’. You can use some of that.”

Will left to get the bottle. When he returned Damien was standing in the tub. “I'll be fine. But your floor won't be if you spill that.”

Will nodded, “Okay, I'll be careful. But don't ruin your clothes, take off your shirt.” Damien obliged as Will poured the water into a small cup.

“Ready?”

Damien nodded and Will splashed the water on him.

“See, I'm fi- Oh no I'm melting, I'm melllllting!”

Damien collapsed on the ground, then popped back up, “Just kidding! It has no effect. I can even drink it, see?” He grabbed the bottle and took a sip, before spitting it out. “Except it's warm. Ew. But other than that, it's just tap water.”

Will laughed, “Yucky! Warm water is yucky!”

Damien smiled, glad he was able to cheer up his friend.

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Damien barged into Will's room, “Hug me.”

“What?”

“I need a hug, Will, before I do something I regret.”

Will got up and hugged Damien, “Of course, I'm always here for you. But what happened?”

Damien shook his head, “I'll cry if I tell you.”

Will closed the door, “Then cry.”

Damien took a deep breath, “I-I saw my Aunt Hilde today.”

Will guided Damien to the bed and sat down, pulling Damien closer, “And what happened?”

“Well apparently,” he took another breath, “she's been sneaking in contact with my mother.” Damien paused again.

“It's okay to cry.” Will reminded him gently.

“Not yet. Anyways, no one knows how or when but she's been having regular interactions with her. And my mom, in some weird stroke of ‘genius’,” he took a breath, “told her I was gay.”

Will facepalmed, “She did not.”

Damien nodded, “I know. So naturally, when I went to make sure Aunt Hilde was behaving I got slapped.”

“No.”

“And sworn at.”

“No!”

“And got a few slurs sent my way.”

“Oh Damien.”

“And now a good chunk of that town knows.”

“Shit.” Will was about to ask if anyone knew they were dating or just that Damien was gay but when he noticed tears running down Damien's face he pulled him into a tighter hug.

Damien began sobbing and buried his face in Will's neck, Will just hugged him, letting him cry. “Y'know,” Damien mumbled, “I would like girls but boys exist so I can do without them.”

Will laughed, “It's like when I told Monica I was bi, remember her response?”

Damien nodded, “But if you like girls then can't you be straight?”

“But boys exist.” Will replied.

“Then aren't you gay?” Damien asked in his best baby Monica impression.

“But girls exist.” The two laughed, Monica was so oblivious as a child.

Will's face turned serious, “But really, we need to do something about the Aunt Hilde thing. It's not only causing a major setback in your mom's… rehab. But we now also have an information leak.”

Damien nodded, “This is going to spread like wildfire. We either need to shut it down or find me a fake girlfriend fast.”

Will frowned, “If the rumor includes our relationship we may have to tell the public the truth. Once they get an idea of us being a thing they’ll probably be able to see through any lies we tell them. This is a worst case scenario.”

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“Mum.”

“Oh, Damien you're here!”

“How much did you tell Aunt Hilde, mum?”

“I thought you weren't coming, the food is getting cold.”

“MUM!”

“What is it Damien?”

“How much does Aunt Hilde know?”

“Huh? Oh you mean about you and William. She knows nothing about the whole thing with you and Dorian, that would put you two in danger!”

Damien sighed, at least she knew that much. “Mum, Aunt Hilde was there the day I… woke Will up. I am fairly certain she saw. She might put two and two together.”

“Well then you must stop her! She doesn't care for your safety the way I do!”

“Thanks mum, that's all I needed to hear.” And with that he left to go get Will.

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[Will and Damien walk towards Hilde’s potion shop. When they enter she looks down at their joined hands and realization dawns on her.]

Hilde: (To Will) YOU ARE THE ONE WHO MADE HIM THIS WAY! YOU FUCKING ***!

Will: (Calmly, like a sane person) That's a slur. And I see you've figured it out.

Hilde: WELL OF COURSE I HAVE! YOU'VE MADE HIM THINK HE'S A ***! 

Will: No, I believe he's always been like this. (Smiles) You might say he's the one who turned me.

Hilde: LIES! YOU'VE POISONED HIS MIND, YOU MADE HIM DITCH HIS FAMILY, HIS CULTURE! AND NOW YOU'VE NOT ONLY TURNED HIM INTO THIS BUT YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO DENY IT!? YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT!

Damien: Well fuck you too.

Hilde: DAMIEN, DON'T LISTEN TO THE LIES THIS ****** TELLS YOU! YOU STILL HAVE YOUR POWERS, KILL HIM! KILL HIM NOW!

Damien: *Sighs* See, this? This is why I left. Monica has sent some guards to arrest you Auntie, this kind information leaking would be very bad. [Puts a barrier around her] They'll be here soon.

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[Damien and Will go to the jail to talk to Hilde]

Damien: Hello Auntie.

Hilde: Oh it's you.

Hilde: Disgusting little creatures, the two of you.

Will: At least we look good compared to you.

Hilde: ***s. 

Damien: Detiser.

Hilde: That's a slur.

Damien: I can say it, I am one. And by the way *** and ****** are slurs too.

Hilde: Then why are you saying them?

Damien: I don't like to. But I technically can. As far as I know though, you can't.

Will: Now. Did you tell anyone about our relationship?

Hilde: There's no way in hell I'll tell you. You two are disgusting little ******s who deserve to rot in a cell alone. I don't see why your mother still talks to you, you're the one who got her burned, you can't do anything right, you fairy.

Damien: Finding some new insults I see.

[Will walks up to her and leans in real close to her face]

Will: Don't you fucking dare ruin that pet name.

Damien: Since you seem to be incapable of talking to us without extreme homophobia I'll send you Monica.

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Monica: Hello Ms. Wytte. Back for more I see.

Hilde: Your husband is cheating on you.

Monica: I'm aware, I'm cheating on him. It's all very consensual. Now, what if I erased that knowledge from your brain?

Hilde: You'd need to use the memory wipe spell. You aren't a witch, and even if you were, it's quite hard, you'd need to be very powerful to do it.

Monica: Good thing my boyfriend is a powerful witch then.

[Dorian walks in]

Hilde: Dorian!? Surely you must know how wrong their love is, surely you don't agree with it!

Dorian: Well, I don't fully agree with it… but I don't think it's wrong.

Hilde: What?

Dorian: Well I don't think that homosexuality is wrong. It's just with Damien.

Monica: Point is, he could do the spell.

Dorian: And I will. Gladly.

Monica: So long as you tell us if you told anyone else.

Hilde: You can't make me talk.

Monica: Or can I? Dorian, cast the spell.

[Dorian takes out his wand and casts a spell on Hilde, who immediately finds herself unable to move or speak. She can only stare at the small television screen above Monica's head.]

Monica: In a second I'm going to turn that on. And you're going to see live footage of the cell next to you. In that cell are Damien and Will. Enjoy. [She takes out a remote, presses a button, and leaves with Dorian.]

The screen: (Muted) Damien is crying with Will sitting next to him.

Will: She said some pretty mean things to you huh?

Damien: Yeah, I guess so.

Will: Damien, what's wrong?

Damien: [Swipes furiously at his eyes] THIS! This is the problem Will! I should be comforting you! She was horrible to you Will!

Will: I'm used to it. Sticks and stones.

Damien: I'm used to it too! But you still have to baby me every time!

Will: Dames, the amount of times you had to do this for me when we were little…

Damien: That's different!

Will: But how is it different? 

Damien: You were a little kid! I'm 23! There's a difference!

Will: What's the difference?

Damien: How much of a crybaby you're allowed to be!

Will: *Laughs* Okay, okay, you may be right, you are a bit of a crybaby. But you're my crybaby.

Damien: (Smiles) And you're my idiot.

Screen: (Still muted) They lean in closer and closer.

[Hilde wants to scream at them to stop but she can't talk, she wants to look away but can't move]

Screen: (Again, muted) Their lips meet.

Monica: [Walks in and turns the tv off.] So, had enough of the gays gaying yet?

Dorian: [Releases her from the spell] 

Hilde: You still can't make me talk!

Monica: Oh we'll see about that.

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Damien: Hello Aunt Hilde.

Hilde: Hello.

Damien: I'll be casting the spell today. Dorian and Monica are… busy. [Casts the spell on her.]

[Will walks in and waves, before turning to Damien and pinning him against the wall then kissing him.]

Damien: Mmph!

[Will uses one hand to cup Damien's cheek, the other hand grabbing the hip and bringing it closer to his own before pressing down harder against him.]

Damien: MM! [Shoves Will away] No! Not with her here!

Will: Damien, it's okay. I'm just going to do this, can I show you?

Damien: Okay…

Will: I know this is what Monica wants us to do but if it makes you uncomfortable we can just turn her into a rat until she talks. Now look, lean back against the wall like you were before. Good. Now, I'm just going to do this… [presses against Damien] is this okay?

Damien: Mmm hmm.

Hilde: [Being blasted full force with the gays caring for each other's feelings] The horror 

Will: Now, can I kiss you?

Damien: Mmm…okay.

[They kiss but it only lasts a few seconds before Damien shoves Will off again]

Damien: I CAN'T, I CAN'T! I'm sorry, I know I'm screwing up the plan but it's just-

Will: Shh, it's okay. It's not my plan, it's Monica's. C'mon, we can go do something else.

Damien: (Blushing) Thanks Will.

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Yeah, so, if you actually like this trash, save it to a personal file or something, if you can't do that, leave a comment and I'll see what I can do for you. I'm going to delete it on Friday and post the original ending I had planned. To be completely honest I did this as a writing exercise, not really planning to post it.

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“Damien! It's Halloween tomorrow!”

“Yes Will, I'm aware.” 

“What are you gonna be? Monica is being Julia, she wants me to be Romero.”

Damien noticed how he didn't sound as excited about that last bit, “But do you want to be Romero?”

“Want?”

Damien nodded, “Will, we've been over this, you're allowed to have wants.”

Will sighed, “Not really… I kind of want to be a knight… maybe a cat.” He looked at his feet expecting to be scolded.

“So do that! There's nothing wrong with it.” Damien said, shaking his head, “Monica can suck it up.”

Will giggled, then his eyes lit up, “You should be a mouse fairy!”

Damien's head snapped up, “What?”

Will grinned, “A mouse fairy! A fairy with mouse ears!” He looked up at Damien with wide eyes, “Pleeease? It would make me feel better about making Monica suck it up.”

Damien sighed, standing up, “Fine. On one condition. You can't tell Monica that I said she'll have to suck it up.”

Will grinned and laughed, “Okay! I agree!” He grabbed Damien's hand and dragged him out of the room, “You're gonna be so cute!”

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Knock knock knock 

Monica yawned, “Come in.” She mumbled.

“You still working?” Dorian asked, entering her office.

“Yeah, why?” She asked looking up at him from where she sat.

“It's 1am, did you eat today?” He looked her over, she looked tired and malnourished, “You look like I did when Damien and Mark and Aisha found me.”

“I do not! And I don't have time to eat, I have a lot of work to do.” She turned around and went back to her writing.

Dorian sighed, “Why not have William help you?”

Monica shook her head as she continued to work, “He's busy too.”

Dorian rolled his eyes, “With what, Damien?”

Monica turned to face him and frowned, “No Dorian, he's busy making sure the war doesn't restart, figuring out how to rebuild the town on limited resources, and being there for the people. Not to mention figuring out his feelings for Damien now that his dad is dead.”

Dorian nodded, “Okay yes, but what about Damien? He can help you.”

Monica sighed, “He's probably the most busy out of all of us.”

“Busy with what? Doing William's work?”

Monica groaned, “No Dorian, he has his own work to do. He has to make sure your mom stays stable, make sure no witches attempt to murder Will, also has to play a part in making sure the war doesn't start up again, keep track of all the decisions getting made, work on various reconciliation type things, do a bunch of paperwork concerning the buildings and houses that got destroyed, take the terrorists to the dungeon, and manage to look at least vaguely alive whenever he talks to people. It's a lot of work, Dorian. Will doesn't sleep much and doesn't talk to us anymore but he's at least good with eating, I've been losing a lot of sleep and the last time I ate was lunch but Damien…” She frowned, “Dor, I don’t remember the last time he ate and I know for a fact he hasn't slept.”

Dorian looked at his feet, feeling guilty, “I-I had no idea. What are you working on?”

Monica rubbed her eyes, “Currently? The school. I'm looking for a way to be inclusive to magic duds.”

Dorian cocked his head, “Magic duds?”

“You know, those who are incapable of learning magic of any kind.” She yawned, “Like Will.”

“You shouldn’t call them magic duds, it's rude and- Wait, William tried to learn magic?”

Monica nodded, “Apparently Damien tried to teach him when we were little.”

“Huh. Well, I'm a professor at the school, I hear those kids complaining all the time. How about you go get a snack while I write some ideas down.”

Monica stood and kissed him on the cheek, “Thanks Dor, you're a lifesaver.”

After Monica had eaten, Dorian went to the library.

“Damien?” He called quietly as he searched the library, “Are you here?” 

Finally, he found Damien at a table writing something down. He didn't notice Dorian examining him. He was mumbling something to himself and… crying? ‘Ohhh…shiitakes. I've got to find mum. No wait… William.’

Knock knock knock 

“Come in.” Will mumbled, barely audible.

“Hello William.” He said, “When was the last time you saw Damien?”

Will frowned and leaned closer into his work, growing increasingly annoyed with Dorian's presence, “I dunno, a wee’ago.”

Dorian furrowed his brow, confused by Will's mumbling, “Hm?”

“I said A WEEK AGO.”

Dorian backed away, but stepped back forward when he remembered he was taller, “Well, I think he needs you.”

Will immediately softened, “What happened?”

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Will immediately softened, “What happened?” 

“I'm… not sure. He's in the library. He didn't notice me but he's writing something while mumbling to himself and… crying.”

Will shook his head, “We need to get that man a cat.” He muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“Hm? Oh, sorry, just something that popped into my brain. Anyways, thanks for telling me Dorian, I really miss him.”

Dorian smiles, “I'm sure he misses you too, Monica says she's pretty sure he hasn't slept… or eaten… since he last saw you.”

“Oh shoot.”

Will ran to the library, a week without food is terrible for anyone, a week without sleep is worse.

“DAMIEN!” He burst into the library, “DAMI- en.” Will stopped short, feeling like he got the life sucked out of him, ‘Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! He's so freaking CUTE!’ 

Damien was collapsed over in his chair, his head and arms resting on the table, his hair messily splayed across his arms. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his body was all scrunched up and his face… ‘Oh god his face… he looks so peaceful… minus the tear tracks.’ Will stood admiring Damien's sleeping form as thought about his next step.

He decided he would pick Damien up. Easier said than done. After a moment of thinking he decided on bridal style and scooped Damien up. Damien shifted, causing Will's heart rate to skyrocket, then cuddled into Will's chest and settled back down. Will felt a blush creeping up his neck as butterflies filled his stomach, ‘Maybe one night of sleep won't be so bad… especially with Damien.’ 

He safely made it to his room and took Damien's shoes off before lying him on the bed . Will then changed into his own pjs and climbed into bed next to Damien.

At 3am Will woke up to the sound of… crying? He opened his eyes and saw Damien. He was curled in on himself, shaking as sobs wracked his body. “Will,” he sobbed, “No, no, no! No, no, no, PLEASE!” Another round of sobs wracked his small body, he shook harder.

Will was frozen. He had no idea what to do. You're useless. A voice in his head hissed, Pathetic. He shook his head violently, clearing those thoughts from his head. ‘I am not useless. I can always do this.’ He swept Damien into a hug, “Damien! Shhh, it's okay, I'm here, I'm safe, everything is okay. It's okay Damien, you're okay.”

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9 am

Damien awoke to someone hugging him tightly, he looked around, ‘This isn't my room…’ he thought, taking in the surroundings. White roses, yellow bed sheets… ‘I’m in Monica and Will's room.’ Which means that the person hugging him is…

“WILL!” He turned and wrapped his arms around Will, “Will, it's really you, you're here, you're alive!”

Will opened his eyes, “Mm? Damien?” He sat upright, “Damien! What happened last night?”

Damien sat up with Will and hugged him again, “Will, every time I fall asleep you… you…” he paused, “die.” He whispered, burying his face in Will's chest, “It scares me,” he sobbed, “Every second I'm away from you I'm terrified that I'll never see you again! I know I'm not clairvoyant like Nico so it shouldn't be a worry but… I'm scared, Will. I'm fucking terrified that I'll lose you again.”

10am

Will entered his office, holding hands with Damien, “Hello Sir Lewis.”

“Er, Y-your M-majesty, Lord Damien is not allowed in here right now. There is a ban on witches entering your office.” The young guard said, blocking the door.

“Well this one's my witch.” Will retorted pulling Damien closer. He knew he was being childish. He didn't care.

“W-well actually, the new law regarding w-witches a-as states you can n-no longer own a witch.” Sir Lewis replied, reaching out to pull Damien away.

Damien raised his eyes from the ground to glare at Sir Lewis, jerking away from his grasp, “Back off, I'm his witch.”

The young guard tried to reason with them, “Please, Your Majesty, Queen Monica has requested I let no witches in here.”

“SHE DID WHAT?” Will was shocked, “Please excuse me for on moment. Don't touch Damien, that's an order. And Damien, don't try to enter my office just yet. Also an order.”

Will stepped around the corner and pulled out his phone. Ring ring ring, ring ring ring, ring rin- 

“Hello?”

“Hey Monica, so, Damien's been having reocurring night terrors and I die everytime. I think it would be better for his mental health if he stayed with me today.”

“Okay? Where do I come in?”

“Monica, you banned witches from entering my office.”

“Oh my gosh I did! I am so sorry, I honestly forgot he was a witch! It happens from time to time, I'm sorry.”

“It's understandable, you didn't know him at all for 3 years and didn't know he was a witch for 11 years.”

“Thanks for understanding, I'll be right there.”

A few minutes later Monica showed up, slightly red in the face and panting, “I'm here. I ran all the way here, gimme a sec.” After breathing for a moment she turned to face the guard, “There was a slight misunderstanding. Your job is to not let any witches who are not Damien Wytte into this room.”

The guard nodded, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

Monica turned and left. “Now,” Will cleared his throat, “Could we go in?”

“O-of course, Y-your Majesty.”

Epilogue 

Damien ate and slept and after this whole debacle was over he stopped having the dreams and they all lived happily after. The end.

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[Damien, Will, Monica, and Anne are sitting on the floor. Anne is slightly behind Monica and Will is slightly behind Damien facing away from everyone else. Damien and Monica are talking when Will suddenly leans over and hugs Damien around the waist.]

Damien: ‘Cause I feel like- [makes a face] What is this?

Monica: [Laughs]

Will: I'm hugging you!

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Will knocked on Damien's door, “Daaaammmmiiieen, let me see your costume!”

“Come on in.” 

When Will stepped inside, his face lit up like a jack o’ lantern, “Damien! You look amazing!” Damien blushed, “Thanks Will, so do you.”

Will cocked his head, “Uhhh, I'm not in costume yet?”

Damien's face turned as the leaves outside as he frantically tried to cover up the mishap, “I-uh, mmh, it uh, I-I uh… INSTINCT!” Damien smacked himself mentally, Nice cover up. Real smooth.

Will laughed, “Okay then, anyways, Monica's dad says that we can go to a haunted house this year!”

Damien's eyes nearly shot out of his head, “I thought you two weren't allowed to trick or treat or anything since you're prime kidnapping targets!”

“We still aren't allowed to trick or treat though, you can't protect against poison apples.”

“What do you mean I?”

“Well since you're a witch and the king knows that you can be like a bodyguard!”

Damien nodded, understanding, “Okay, so it will be just the three of us?”

“Yep!” Will grinned, then leaned in closer to Damien and whispered, “Though Monica will have to go to bed sooner.”

‘Fuck.’ Damien saw it, Will would be the death of him one day. ‘Twas his unavoidable fate.

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“Line up!” Monica's mom demanded, “William in the middle, Monica go to the right, no, my right sweetie, Damien to the left.” She said, lining up her camera, “You guys look so cute! Smile!” She took a picture of the trio in their costumes. Will had decided on a cat and was wearing a black onesie with a white chest tuft and a cat ear headband, his nose was painted black and he had three whiskers on each cheek. Monica had opted to just go as Julia alone and she was wearing a blue dress with a white shirt underneath along with a cap on her head. Damien, upon Will's insistence, had on a light blue shirt with light blue leggings and was wearing gradient light blue to light purple fairy wings. On his head he had a white mouse ear headband, his nose was painted pink and his face was painted with whiskers. He, upon the king's insistence, had disguised his wand as part of the costume, the poor wand now looked as if it was made of cheese.

✨Time Skip✨

“C’mon guys, let's do this haunted house! Aisha says it's so scary that it almost made her cry!” Monica cried, skipping ahead. Will reached for Damien's hand nervously, “Damien, can we hold hands? This is gonna be scary…”

Damien rolled his eyes, “Sure.” He grabbed Will's hand and they entered the haunted house.

Once inside they came across a hoard of ‘witches’ muttering ‘spells’. Upon noticing the trio they all pulled out their ‘wands’ and pointed them at the trio.

Damien rolled his eyes, disrespectful the lot of them. Plus, their wands looked more like twigs, not to mention “toadify” is not a spell.

“Oh, this isn't scary at all!” Will laughed.

Monica looked at the two, slack jawed, “Not scary at all? That was terrifying, I thought I was gonna get turned into a toad!” She kept going, leaving them in the dust.

“You ever gonna tell her?” Will asked, jumping slightly at the giant spider.

“Probably not, at one point I would have said yes but the things she says makes me think-” Damien jumped and grabbed Will's hand tighter when they rounded the corner and were met with pitchforks and torches, “S-sorry about that. Anyways, as I was saying, the things she says makes me think it's best not to.” Just then they heard a scream of pain from ahead and around the corner.

“MONICA!” They yelled, rounding the corner. Damien let go of Will's hand and ran over to her, “What happened?”

“I think I rolled my ankle!” She sobbed as he checked her out.

Will was standing a bit to the side feeling useless when a vampire stepped out of the shadows, “Your boyfriend is quite kind.”

“WHA-” Will lowered his voice, “Where'd you come from!?”

“I'm the guy who stalks you to make sure you don't touch anything. It's a decent job.” He shrugged and Will felt his face heat up as he remembered what the man had said, “He's not my boyfriend! I'm engaged to the girl!” The vampire laughed, “Well not from what I've seen. He seems quite attached to you, as you do to him. I've seen you two holding hands, leaning to each other at the scares, besides, the way you look at eachother… what I'm saying is, it appears that he's your human security blanket, not her.”

Will felt himself getting more and more flustered as the man went on, it was true but… why? “W-well, either way I'm the crown prince and I have to marry her! It's what's best!” Will didn't know why his brain- or was it his heart?- wouldn't let him say he loved Monica.

“Ah, an arranged marriage. Well lemme tell you a secret, as long as she knows and consents, your marriage can be purely political and you can both date whoever you want!” The vampire whispered.

“No, I- my dad would…”

“Say no more, I understand. But either way,” the man glanced towards Damien, “Keep ‘im around. He's a good soul and you won't regret it.”

“William! Are you coming?” Called Monica.

“Oh and that's the other reason I thought you and Cotton-top over there were dating. He consistently calls you Will, she alternates between Will and William.”

Will's face felt hot, he didn't like to think about this new information, “Yeah, uh, I gotta go.”

Once he caught up with Damien and Monica they finished the haunted house and sat down on a bench outside.

“Wait here, okay Monica?” Damien said to the small girl.

“Okay!” She nodded, “It's not like I can walk too well.”

Damien pulled Will aside, “Who was the vampire?”

Will tried his best to act casual, “Oh just a concerned employee. We just ended up talking a bit.”

Damien didn't break eye contact, “What about?” Will felt like someone had lit 50 separate bonfires on his neck and face, was this what Damien felt all the time?

“Just uh… nonsense stuff. N-nothing imor-important.” Will felt Damien's eyes boring into his soul. Damien wasn't even blinking, it was disturbing.

“I'll accept that. But only because Monica wants to go to another haunted house.”

“C'mon!” Monica hopped ahead, “This is the last haunted house of the night!” 

Damien grabbed Will's hand and dragged him to catch up with Monica, flashing a rare grin at Will as he walked, “You heard the girl, let's go!”

Despite the fact that Damien was being openly happy for once and Monica was limping along, determined to get through all the haunted houses, Will couldn't stop thinking about what the vampire had said. Maybe… he did like Damien. As more than just a friend. At least he already knew Damien was gay and Amir, even before Damien came out to him, had always said Damien had a huge crush on Will… but no. Just no. It would be so wrong, a witch and a prince? It could never be. However… he could… pretend. Yes, a game of pretend never hurt anyone! He could pretend Damien was his… boyfriend. Will wanted to scream, and not just because of the haunted house. He was into girls, he knew that but why was Damien so… so… so goddamn cute? ‘Uuughgggg! This isn't rocket science! You either like guys or you don't!’ Will thought, paying little mind to the spooks and scares he passed, ‘You know what? I shall just PRETEND Damien is my boyfriend. Just for today. That way I'll know for sure. The pretend just has to stay in my head, that's all. Amir can help, he likes to pretend Dames and I are dating.’

After the haunted house they went home and Monica was sent to bed.

“Let's watch a horror movie!” Will said, shooting a quick text to Amir that he and Damien would be watching a horror movie.

“Sure, just let me get these damn wings off.”

Ping

Damien pulled out his phone and groaned, “Ugh, Amir. What does he want?” He read the text aloud, “Heard you and Will are watching a horror movie!- What, he got spy cameras up in here or something?- You two should make out during the scary parts dot dot dot, winky emoji, kissy emoji, smirky emoji? What the-?”

Will laughed, “Maybe not make out, but we could cuddle!” 

Damien agreed so they started on opposite sides of the couch and at every scare they moved closer. Eventually, Damien found himself cuddled face first into Will's chest with one knee between Will's legs. He didn't mean to fall asleep but it was very comfy and he was very tired and he must have fallen asleep at one point because he woke up and…

Will leaned over so his mouth was against Damien's ear, “Good morning my little fairy.” Will he whispered.

“Mmm… what did you call me?”

“Fairy.” Will smiled, “Ya like it?”

“Sure, sunny.” Damien sat up, “How'd the horror movie end?”

Will grinned sheepishly, “No idea. I fell asleep.”

Damien laughed, then, maybe because he was feeling especially confident, maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was the sugar speaking, decided to speak up, “I love you.”

Will died. His soul just left his body. It ascended to heaven, IT PLUMMETED BACK DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL, before delicately fluttering back up and into his body, allowing him to say the most poetic thing possible, “WhA- hdveccwheytegddggegdchshrvgdhchd!” Welp. Worst way to go. Voice crack followed by choking on air. Truly inspiring.

“OH MY GOD, WILL! DON'T DIE!”

“DO-hgdbfjirhfSITfhdbrvrLOOKLIhdxgtsvjtsKIMTRYINGTO?gdrfxthjv.”

Damien grabbed Will, flung him over his lap, and began pounding his back, “DO NOT FUCKING DIE, GODDAMNIT!” When Damien realized that wasn't working he flipped Will back up.

“Will, you're choking on air, correct?” Will nodded as he continued to cough, “Okay so, stop breathing.”

Will held his breath for a moment, then began gasping for air. Once his breathing was normal again, he looked up at Damien and flashed him a lopsided grin, “I love ya too fairy.”

Monica bounded into the room and hugged them, “I love you guys too!”

“And we love you Monica.” Damien laughed, hugging her back.

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Dani: Losing all my mental sanity is fun 😀

Dorian: Go. To. Sleep. Now

Monica: SINGING BOUT ALCOHOL

Nico: I wasn't sure if I was supposed to pay so I just took the pizza and left.

Mark: Excuse me, but do you have anything to do with the fire truck that just passed my bus?
Aisha: Maybe
I mean...possibly. If you mean I was involved with the arson down the road...no.
I swear I'm innocent

Amir: I'll be back to laugh at your question in a sec!

Damien: My face is straight but the rest of me is gay.

Will: I'M MARRIED!?
Oh right
Nevermind

*Ivy and Anne see a bug*
Anne: Aw, cute!
Ivy: *Leaves, then returns with a vaccuum*
Anne: Why do you have a vaccuum? Are you going to vaccuum up the bug or something?
Ivy: *Turns on vaccuum*

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Will vividly remembers the first time Damien had a meltdown in front of him. In fact, he's pretty sure it's etched into his brain.

Some maids had been bothering him, he couldn't have been older than 13 at the time and yet the maids would not leave him alone.

“Do you need some help with that?” 

“No.”

“Are you sure? I could just…”

“Please don't touch me ma’am.”

“It’s fine, I won't hurt you…”

And so it went on. The maids were new hires, all 6 of them, and couldn't seem to grasp the concept that Damien had been working at the palace for years now. They would corner him and gang up on him, treating him like a child. One day they pushed him to his limit.

“Hello!”

Damien sighed internally, this particular made was the worst of them and she had managed to come along just as he realized that he couldn't reach the washing powder.

“Hello, Dolores.”

“Do you need some help with that, sweetie?”

“No ma’am, and please don't call me that.”

“Well I'm just trying to help, are you sure you don't want me to grab it?” 

“I can get it.” He tried jumping but the power was in the back of the cabinet.

“Oh, that doesn't look very safe, let me help you.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his legs, lifting him.

Damien panicked, “Hey! I've told you not to touch me!” He yelled, “Let me go!”

“It's okay sweetheart, I'm helping you.”

“No you're not! And I told you not to call me that!”

“It's fine, you can reach now, see?”

“LET! ME! GO!” Damien shrieked, kicking and pushing, trying desperately to get away.

“That's no way to treat your elders! You are 13 years old, you should know better. Now grab the powder so I can put you down.”

“LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET Me go…” Damien half yelled half sobbed as he gave up on trying to get down.

All the yelling had attracted Will’s attention and when he came in to see his best friend with tears running down his face, trying to escape he had only one thought, ‘I gotta help Damien. I gotta help my friend.’

“LET HIM GO. RIGHT. NOW.”

Dolores jumped, dropping Damien to the floor.

“O-ow.”

“DOLORES DIGIEON, YOU WILL GO SEE KING GEORGE AND YOU WILL TELL HIM WHAT YOU DID, YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Y-yes Your Majesty.”

Dolores left the room and Will ran over to the crying Damien.

“Damien, let's go to my room, okay?”

Damien didn't respond, he just stood up and walked with Will.

“Damien, are you okay? Do you need an adult?”

Damien just shook his head, still sobbing quietly.

Once the duo reached Will's room Will locked the door. Damien, knowing he was safe now, rammed into Will's chest, wrapping his arms around Will's waist. Will expected him to begin sobbing, as he usually did, but he didn't. 

He screamed. He screamed an ongoing, blood curdling scream. Will went into panic mode, the poor boy had no idea what to do, he was only eleven. Should he let Damien scream or try to calm him down? He thought for a second and decided to let him scream. Damien's arms tightened around his waist giving Will a whole new set of questions. Should he hug Damien back? Is that why Damien tightened his grip? Because he wants to be hugged? Or does Damien even want to be touched at all right now? He placed a tentative hand on Damien's shoulder and felt Damien's entire body tense up. Guess not. He lifted his hand and Damien untensed himself.

Now for the sound… Will's rib cage was doing a decent job but a pillow would work better. Once Damien paused for air Will saw his chance and slipped a pillow between his chest and Damien's mouth.

Damien began screaming again and after about five minutes Will got scared again.

“Damien! Dames! Damien! Dames, you're scaring me! DAMES! …Dami?”

Damien looked up at Will with teary eyes, “Wh-what did you call me?” 

“Dami.”

“O-okay. What?”

“Are you okay?” Will had a thousand questions milling about in his head, ‘Why did you scream? What happened with the maids? Why did you think screaming into my chest would help?’

“Y-yeah, you actually helped a lot.” Damien's face flushed red, “Thanks.”

“How did I help? I just stood there uselessly.”

Damien shook his head, “Will, do you know what a safety is?”

“Probably not how you mean it.”

“A safety is something that makes you feel safe, no matter the context.” He blushed and looked up at Will, “You're my safety.” 

“Okay.”

Damien laughed, “That's not the only way you helped, have you done this before?”

Will stared at Damien, perplexed. He had been screaming only minutes ago and now he's laughing? “No, never. I have no idea what just happened.”

That just made Damien laugh harder, “Okay, so for starters, that was a meltdown.”

Will scrunched up his face in confusion, “Isn't that what toddlers do when they don't want to bathe?”

Damien giggled once again, “No silly, that's a tantrum. A meltdown is what you just saw. I sometimes have meltdowns when I get too overwhelmed or stressed, this is the first time anyone's ever been there with me though.”

Will smiled, “I'm glad I could be here. What were the ways I helped again?”

“Instead of trying to shut me up you just let me scream and cry until I felt better, you didn't try to touch me when I obviously didn't want to be touched back, and you stayed there with me instead of leaving me alone.” He smiled, “You did everything right, Will. Thank you.”

“You're welcome. And hey, if you ever need to…melt…down again, you know where to find me.”

Damien reached up and pulled Will into a hug, which Will gladly returned, “Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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After breaking away from the hug, Damien led Will to the bed. They sat down and faced each other in silence. Damien was the first to speak, “So… I assume you have some more questions than just ‘are you okay?’”

Will nodded, “You answered some of them but… I do have more now that I know I'm your safety.”

Damien bowed his head, “You want to know if you have to be. You don't. It's okay, I'm fine.”

Will's eyes shot open, “NO! No, no, no, that's not at all right. I want to know how to take care of you as your safety.”

Damien blushed, “Oh… okay, um… ask away I guess?”

Will thought for a minute before deciding on his first question, “What's the worst thing I could possibly do, as your safety?”

Damien looked Will in the eyes staring into his soul, “Will, understand one thing; Never EVER try to shut me up.”

“Okay. Sorry for doing that before.”

“That? It had been 7 minutes, you were scared, and you didn't do it forcefully, it's fine.”

Will breathed a sigh of relief, “Ok. That brings me to my next question, how long do meltdowns last?”

Damien bit his lip, “It depends on the type…”

Will frowned, “Type?”

Damien nodded, “I mainly experience 4 types of meltdowns. The screaming meltdown, the crying meltdown, the sobbing meltdown, and the silent meltdown.”

Will took a minute, processing the information, “Okay… could you answer the question about each meltdown?”

Damien smiled, “Of course. The screaming meltdown is what you just saw and usually lasts 3-10 minutes, it's one of the shorter meltdowns. The crying meltdown-” 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Will interrupted, “Sorry about cutting you off but could you explain what each type of meltdown is?”

“Right, sorry. The crying meltdown is what happens when I need you and I can see you but I can't get to you or if we're somewhere you're unable to attend to me. I'll usually just cry silently. The sobbing meltdown is what happens when I'm not upset enough to have a screaming meltdown but I'm still upset enough to meltdown. I just sob. The silent meltdown is what happens when I get upset but I'm somewhere I can't meltdown. I attempt to make myself as small as possible and I just sit like that until I calm down.”

Will nodded, “Okay, continue with the other question.” 

“Right, so, the crying meltdown usually lasts until I can get to you or until I eventually calm myself down. The sobbing meltdown can last anywhere from 5 minutes to half an hour. The silent meltdown usually lasts either until your presence calms me down or until whatever upset me is over.”

“Okay… you mention me a lot, what can I do to help you during each meltdown?” Will asked.

“Screaming meltdown, do what you did today. Crying meltdown, if possible let me lean against you. Sobbing meltdown, hold me. Silent meltdown, I usually want to be touched in any way, so that I know you're there for me.”

Will had pulled out a pencil and paper and was now writing notes, “Is there a way you could warn me when you're about to-”

“Nope, no time, moving on.”

“Okay, are you verbal during meltdowns?”

“It depends. Screaming, no. Crying, yes, fully verbal. Sobbing, ehhhh… sobbing meltdowns vary the most. Actually, it's probably best to see if you can even touch me before attempting to hold me. Silent meltdowns, semi-verbal. I can process what you've said and respond in my head but there's no guarantee I'll want to reply verbally.”

Will nodded, “Okay. One question, why were you surprised when I stayed with you?”

Damien frowned, “Most people would get scared if they saw someone my age having a meltdown. Especially a screaming one. They might run away, they might back away slowly, or they might try to find an adult. It's surprising when someone acts like it's normal.”

Will grinned, “Well, I'll always support you! Also, meltdowns are probably a symptom of something.”

“I know. You have symptoms too though.”

“What?”

“I noticed some things about you that were odd compared to Monica and the rest of our friends, googled them, and found out you should get tested for ADHD.”

Will blinked stupidly a few times, “Uhhh what the heck?”

Damien laughed, “How ‘bout we get some sleep? It's getting late.”

“Okay wait here.” Will went into the bathroom then changed into pjs before coming back out and throwing some extra pjs to Damien.

“Wha-?”

“What?” Will smirked, “Didn't you say I smell good?”

“Oh my god, shut UP!” Damien laughed before going into the bathroom to change, once he had on the pjs he came back out, “Will, these are way too big for me.”

Will laughed, “That's the fun part!” He said, grabbing Damien around the waist and pulling him into bed.

“Yeah, yeah. Goodnight goofball.”

“‘Night Dami.”

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The maids continued to bother Damien constantly until one day, Will snapped.

“ALRIGHT THAT IS IT!” He yelled angrily, “YOU ARE GOING TO LEAVE DAMIEN ALONE OKAY? YOU ARE GOING TO BACK AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT. NOW.” The maids all quickly backed up, knowing that the young prince didn't get angry often.

“Th-thank y-you, W-Will.” Damien said, standing up shakily.

<Hi, it's your beloved author, you know that on panel at the end of Hooky where Dorian's saving Monica and he grabs her hand, looks lovingly at her, then nearly kills Lucas? That's what Will is about to do.>

Will glanced at Damien, “Damien, meet me in your room.” He turned back to the maids, “I WANT ALL SIX OF YOU ON YOUR KNEES, THIS INSTANT! GOOD, NOW, WHAT YOU JUST DID TO HIM, A 13 YEAR OLD, COUNTS AS ASSAULT. HE IS NOT A TODDLER AND DOES NOT REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE. YOU CANNOT TREAT HIM THAT WAY, IS THAT HOW YOU WOULD TREAT ME? WOULD YOU RUSH UP TO ME AND MESS WITH MY HAIR, MY CLOTHES, MY FACE, AFTER I TELL YOU NOT TO?”

“N-no, Your Majesty.” There was fear in Mia’s eyes. Will understood, he was scaring himself too.

“YOU WOULDN'T? GOOD. SO WHY WOULD YOU DO IT TO DAMIEN? I'M 11, HE'S OLDER THAN ME, SO WHY DOES HE GET WORSE TREATMENT? AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT'S BECAUSE HE'S A SERVANT, HE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT TO ME, OKAY?” He wiped away tears that threatened to fall, “SO. MUCH. MORE.”

“Well, he's just so small, Your Majesty.” Juliana piped up.

That did it. Will snapped, he snapped right down the middle and was no longer conscious of his words or actions, “SMALL?” He shrieked, “YOU BULLY HIM JUST BECAUSE HE'S FZCKING SMALL AND YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT OKAY? YES HE'S FZCKING TINY AND HUGGABLE, HE'S ALSO A HUMAN BEING WHO CAN MAKE HIS OWN CHOICES! IF HE SAYS NO, HE SAYS NO, AND YOU ARE TO RESPECT THAT.”

“Well, Your Majesty, you pick him up and hug him and tackle him all the time…”

“YES OF COURSE I DO! HE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN! I CAN PICK HIM UP AND HUG HIM AND TACKLE HIM! YOU ARE COMPLETE STRANGERS TO HIM! YOU CAN'T!” With that he stormed out of the room.

Once he reached Damien's room he found Damien, sitting on the bed reading a book. He meant to ask Damien what the maids’ punishment should be, he really did. But he couldn't. He was so tired, he collapsed.

“HOLY- WILL!” Damien was at his side in no time. With Damien's help he managed to get to the bed, where he recollapsed onto Damien's lap.

“Dami… I'm tired.” Will whimpered.

“I can see that. What happened after I left?”

“Well… I yelled at the maids for a little bit and then… I can't remember…”

Damien frowned, “Well,” He said, running his fingers through Will's hair, “You may have snapped.”

“But snapping is just losing your temper? People usually remember it.” Will grabbed Damien's free hand.

Damien laughed sheepishly, “Sorry, I make up terms to describe things sometimes. Snapping is when you completely lose control of your words and actions, you usually don't remember it afterwards, and if you do, it's usually a memory in the third person, almost as if you were asleep during it.”

“Wow.” Will said, “I don't think I've ever snapped before. But I meant to ask you, how should we punish the maids?”

“Hmmm… you know, in my book there's a situation sorta like this one, they deal with it by putting the trouble makers under the victim’s command.”

“That'll work. Let's go tell them!”

And so the two of them ran off to give the maids the bad news.

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“I-it’s a front. I'm not… I'm not actually as happy as you think I am.”
“I know that Will.” Damien smiled, “I've known for a long time.”
Will put his head in his hands, then lifted it again, “Why didn't you say something?”
Damien chuckled (god, I hate that word), “That's not my battle. I was waiting for you to speak up. But I did get concerned when you attempted suicide. I almost said something then but… you were busy with the public.”
Will frowned, “If it'd make you feel better, I don't think I'll ever attempt suicide again. I don't want to hurt you like that, now that I know you're my true love and all that.”
Damien pulled Will closer, “But now that you've brought it up, I want to work on that.”
Will nuzzled into Damien's chest, “Together?”
“Together.”

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“Okay, Will. Tell me about this.”

“Well, I pick up on other people's feelings really easily. That's not the main problem but it doesn't help. I think this started when we were younger and you confessed to me that you wanted to kill yourself.” There. He said it.

Damien tensed, ‘It's your fault.’

“It's not your fault, Dami. You were having a hard time, it's okay. Ever since then it's gotten worse. Without even mentioning the feeling of uselessness, I get all sorts of horrible thoughts. I feel like I don't deserve to be sad and that I'm lucky to be able to even have you, I shouldn't get to be sad when I'm away from you, there's always someone who has it worse.” Will buried his face in Damien's lap.

“That's not a healthy mindset Will, just because other people are sad doesn't mean you can't be. Is this something your dad told you?”

Will pressed his face further into Damien's waist, he couldn't look at him, “... No. I- It's something I tell myself.”

Damien pulled Will off his lap and into a hug, “Will.”

“When you were suicidal I… I didn't sleep very good, I was always so scared to leave you alone. Especially at the worst part when you didn't want help. When you would say you were fine and then go to your room and pick up a knife.” Will ran his thumbs over the scars on Damien's wrists, “During that time I got even worse at my studies and I was always stressed out. When you tried to curse yourself I didn't eat for a week.”

“Oh Will. My love. Please don't ever hide your feelings from me ever again. I love you so, so, SO much.”

“I love you too, Little Gnome.”

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Will sighed, “Dami? I have some questions for you.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“Are there reasons I don't know about? When you were suicidal. You told me about your parents but that's it.”

Damien frowned, “Guilt.”

“About what?”

“All kinds of things really. Leaving the twins, ‘invading’ the castle, lying to Monica, etc. Also… loving you.”

“YOU'VE LOVED ME FOR THAT LONG!!?”

“Well… yeah. Longer, actually. I only felt really guilty once you and Monica were dating again. But that was a huge reason.”

Will facepalmed, “All these years I had been thinking Monica was the hopeless romantic.” He muttered, “Okay, another question,” he ran his hand up the back of Damien's shirt, causing the witch to shiver, “Sorry, my hands are cold.”

“It's… not entirely that. But your hands could definitely be warmer.”

“Oh. Well, back to my question.” He ran his hand over a small scar on Damien's shoulder blade, “What’s this one from?”

“A spell meant to impale. Monica walked in halfway through and I had to stop.” 

“Okay. Next question, how did you hide the scars?”

Damien smiled, “Makeup.”

Will nodded, “And lastly, how many different ways did you use to hurt yourself?”

Damien thought for a minute, “Does each individual spell count as a separate way?”

“No.”

Damien nodded, “Okay, so, the knife, self-inflicted paper cuts, lemon juice in cuts, spells, uhhh there was a rock at one point for bruises, aaaaand… string.”

Will's eyes widened, “That's six different ways, some of which are quite creative!”

Damien laughed, “You took away the no-no objects, I had to get crafty.”

Will laughed too, “Only the knife and wand left scars, and I took those away, along with the rock at one point so how many scars?”

Damien rolled up his pants and took off his shirt, “I've never counted, one minute.”

Will leaned in, “Here lemme help, there's the wrist ones, let's group them all together as one for each wrist. Then shoulder blade, 3.”

“Ankles, 4.”

“Ribcage, 5.”

“Don't forget the one on your hip.”

Damien laughed, “Oh god, that one.”

“What?”

“While I was doing that to myself I thought I heard footsteps and panicked, causing my hand to slip and nearly giving myself a DIY vasectomy.” Damien was shaking with laughter, “I don't think I'll ever forget that.”

“Yeah probably not… so six scars.”

“Well we grouped the little ones together, so it's likely closer to 60. Maybe 100.”

"Okay last question, how many attempts?"

Damien went quiet, "... Three."

“I'm glad you got better.”

“Me too, love.”

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*Le gasp* Where has chapter 40 gone?

You ask your device, fully aware that it cannot hear you. 

I must find it! It can't have disappeared, the title is still there!

You reason, trying to keep a steady head.

Uhhh maybe it's in her other story! Maybe I got confused!

You say, grasping at threads. And yea, I'm a she/her in case you didn't know. You frantically check chapter 40 of the other story, only to find an outdated hiatus announcement!!

Where could it be?

Well, my dear reader, I got super bored with the concept and it's in [Deleted] now. :P

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Dani, Monica, Nico, and Dorian had gathered for lunch.

“All I'm saying,” said Dani, “Is that hyphens play an important role and we can't just get rid of them.”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Sure we can!”

Dorian nodded, “They're not that important, we can use compound words if spaces instead.”

Nico put his sandwich down and looked Dorian in the eyes, “Those are some long-ass legs you've got there.”

“The hyphen is useless.”

It was Dani's turn to stare him down, “Wow Dorian, those are some long ass legs you have.”

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Panini, shield your eyes, you are WAY too innocent for some of the words I'm about to use. Sorry in advance face but you kinda deserve it and I don't fucking care what you think of me anymore. Ahem.

face, YOU MOTHER FUCKING CHILD OF A BITCH! YOU AGREED TO A PACT AND THEN WALTZED ON IN TO BULLY PEOPLE. AND FOR WHAT? DO YOU THINK IT'S FUN? DO YOU ENJOY HURTING PEOPLE, YOU PSYCHOTIC PIECE OF SHIT? YOU CAN'T HAVE JUST WOKEN UP AND THOUGHT, "Why don't I make people feel bad? Sounds fun!" YOU CAN'T HAVE! THAT'S NOT... I CAN'T... SOMETHING MUST HAVE MADE YOU THIS WAY! WHO... who hurt you? Do you need help? Are you okay?

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Will: I AM DISEASED.

Monica: Will, it's just a cough.

Will: DISEEEEAAAASED! *Hack, cough, cough.*

Damien: Poor Will.

Monica: Don't pity him, he does this every time he's sick.

Will: I'm still diseased. Damien, will you come lie in bed with me? [Looks up at Damien pleadingly.] Pleeease?

Damien: [Smiles] Of course I will.

Monica: Damien, you're gonna get sick.

Damien: [Already grabbing his book and climbing into bed beside Will.] Eh. Worth it.

Will: *HACK COUGH COUGH HACK COUGH.*

Monica: I'm gonna be actually useful and go get cough drops.

Will: Good. [Leans against Damien] I'm diseased.

Damien: Poor, poor you.

Monica: [Leaves to get cough drops.] I'll be back.

Will: *Coughs* What's your book about?

Damien: It's called the house witch. It's about a witch who works for the crown.

Will: Like you!

Damien: I guess so. There's a character who reminds me of you.

Will: *COUGH HACK COUGH* Who?

Damien: He's the prince. His name is Eric and he's 7 years old.

Will: But I'm 10! Is he friends with the witch at least?

Damien: Yes, they're quite fond of each other.

Will: Like us?

Damien: Well, not quite. Fin is 28. Do you want me to read you some of it?

Will: Yes please! *COUGH HACK*

Narrator who didn't exist five seconds ago: And so, Damien read to Will until Monica got back with the cough drops. Then, the three of them watched a movie, the end.

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Damien: Will?

Will: DISEASED.

Damien: Sunny, do we need to cancel the meeting today?

Will: YES. I AM ILL. *COUGH. Cough, COUGH.*

Damien: Well that sucks.

Will: Come cuddle.

Damien: Will, I've got work to do.

Will: Multitask. I am diseased.

Damien: Okay, okay. Let me grab my work.

Will: Thank you, fairy, I love you! *COUGH COUGH COUGH*

Damien: Yeah, yeah, love you too, silly.

Will: *COUGH* Come be diseased!

Damien: [Laughs] I'm coming.

[Damien grabs his work and sits down with Will. Will leans into Damien's chest.]

Will: Diseased.

Damien: You haven't changed since 10 years old.

Will: *Cough cough cough HACK COUGH* I AM ILL. AND UNCHANGED EST. WHENEVER THE FUCK I WAS A 10 YEAR OLD.

Damien: Sleep, dumbass.

Will: Okay.

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Monica: 🎵We WiSh yOu A mErRy ChRiStMaS, We WiSh yOu A mErRy ChRiStMaS, We WiSh yOu A mErRy ChRiStMaS…🎵

Anne and Ivy: 🎵And a happy new year!🎵

Damien: Oh my god, will you guys JUST. SHUT. UP. It's November! It's not Christmas yet!

Monica: 🎵lAaAaSt ChRiStMaS, i GaVe YoU mY hEaRt…🎵

Ivy: 🎵But the very next day…🎵

Anne: 🎵You gave it away…🎵

Monica: 🎵ThIs YeAr…🎵

Ivy: 🎵To save me from tears…🎵

Ivy, Anne, and Monica: 🎵I'll give it to someone special.🎵

Damien: Oh no…

Will: Hi guys! What's going on?

Damien: These… creatures… are singing Christmas songs in November!

Will: (Shooketh to his core) No! 

Monica: 🎵I dOn'T wAnT a LoT fOr ChRiStMaS…🎵

Anne: 🎵There is just one thing I need…🎵

Ivy: 🎵Oh, I don't care about the presents…🎵

Monica: 🎵UnDerNeAtH tHe CrIsTmAs TrEe…🎵

Anne: 🎵I just want you for my own…🎵

Ivy: 🎵More that you could ever know…🎵

Monica: 🎵MaKe My WiSh CoMe TrUuUe…🎵

Ivy, Anne, and Monica: 🎵Baby, all I want for Christmas is youuuuu…🎵

Damien and Will: 🎵To shut up!🎵

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Monica: So what type of ball should we host?

Damien: Formal?

Monica: Yes, good idea.

Will: I've got it! Masquerade Ball!

Monica: Masquerade?

Will: Yes! That way, hear me out, you could dance with Dorian and I could dance with Damien!

Monica: How would that work?

Will: Well, we go out on the stage in costume, and my costume should include 3 inch platforms, yours should include 2 inch platforms, but anyway, we give a lil’ speech and then we leave. Damien will have a costume that looks like yours but without the platforms and Dorian will have one that looks like mine but without the platforms! Then we can take turns dancing with our actual boyfriends instead of each other!

Monica: What if someone wants to talk to us? Dorian might be able to imitate your voice but Damien's voice might be a little too deep to be convincing.

Damien: (Ridiculously high pitch) Hi, I'm Queen MonIca! I love Romero and Julia! RomAnce! *Coughs* (Normal voice) Pain.

Monica: My voice isn't that high!

Damien: Either way, I don't think I can make my voice feminine enough to pass as you.

Will: That's why we split the ball into two parts, mingle and dance. If someone tries to speak to us during the dance section, the non imposter can reply.

Damien: That… actually might work.

Monica: Well, there's one problem. You and Will are both male…

Will: And?

Monica: Well, we'd have to put Damien in a dress again, not to mention bust size…

Will: Oh.

Damien: Dammit Will, we're too gay.

Monica: Wait! Damien, when you were after us for being traitors to the-

Damien: Hilde was after you, not me. I was more of a figurehead who tried to keep the murder rate down.

Monica: Right, anyway, while we were on the run, Dorian used some sort of disguise spell, one that changed our hair. Do you think you could come up with a better version, one that can change bodies too?

Damien: Sounds like a basic illusion spell so yeah, probably.

Will: Perfect! That means we can do the original plan plus body illusions!

Monica: Yes, that will work.

INT. Day of the ball, the mingle section is over and Dorian and Damien have just been disguised.

Dorian: Wow, you look… just like her.

Damien: Same for you and Will, heck, even I can't tell the difference.

Monica: [Leans over to Will.] (Whispering) They better keep tabs on who's who, otherwise we could end up with a hella weird incest situation on our hands.

Will: *Laughs* You're right, gotta keep tabs on that.

Monica: Well Dor, we're up first.

Dorian: Shall we?

Monica: So long as I close my eyes…

[They head out to the dance floor and ‘Perfect’ begins to play. They begin to sway back and forth. As they dance Monica lays her head on Dorian's chest, hearing his heart beat in sync with her own. They dance, surrounded by couples but undetected.]

Monica: (Thoughts) It's rather peaceful, being able to dance with Dorian in public and knowing we won't be discovered.

[They continue to dance under the bright lights and joyful atmosphere. When Perfect ends they leave the room, it's Damien and Will’s turn to dance.]

🎶🎶 🎵Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me.🎵

Will: Oh thank god, I thought we were gonna have to slow dance!

Damien: (Whispering) Nope.

🎵-up and dance with me, this woman is my destiny, she said, ooh ooh ooh, shut up an dance with me!🎵

[Damien and Will begin dancing, spinning and crashing into each other. They begin to laugh as they dance and soon enough the two are a giggling mess.]

Monica: They’re not at all sophisticated.

Dorian: Sure looks like they're having fun though.

Monica: Well that's one thing they have going for them I guess.

🎵We were victims of the night, the chemical, physical kryptonite🎵

[Will pulled Damien close before pushing him out again, dipping him almost onto the ground. They continue to dance and goof off, Will occasionally ‘accidentally’ crashing his lips into Damien's. When the song ends they trade off with Monica and Dorian before heading to an abandoned hallway to take a break. The night continued on like this, one couple dancing then switching out with the other couple and heading off to go make out somewhere. All in all, it was a very fun ball.]

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This is my fun Easter egg chapter.
It exists.
Why?
No one knows

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🎵I heard the bells on Christmas day

Their old familiar carols play

And mild and sweet their songs repeat

Of peace on Earth, good will to men🎵

“Why are you playing this, of all songs!?” Monica demanded, grabbing Damien's phone and stopping the music.

“It's a good song.” Damien retorted.

“It's also sad as hell!”

“You said to make a playlist of Christmas songs. I heard the bells on Christmas day is a Christmas song.” Damien crossed his arms.

“I'll have William do it instead.”

“Rude.”

“Will, come make a Christmas song playlist!”

“I thought Damien was doing that?”

“No, he's too depressed.”

“I am not depressed!” Damien threw up his hands, “Can I not enjoy ONE SONG without having my mental health questioned?”

Monica whirled around to glare at Damien, “Not if it's one of the depressing songs that you're obsessed with!”

“I have 0 obsessions. Also, I hear the bells on Christmas Day is a hopeful song. And I like sad songs, not depressing songs. I stand by my opinion that Confetti is a horrible song.”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Whatever, Will, you're in charge of the playlist.”

“But I'm hanging the missile toads!”

“Missile toads?” Monica ran up to him and he held out a box filled with small clay toads holding missiles.

“I made them myself!” He grinned.

Monica clenched her teeth, “You know what? Fine, we'll keep your weird little army toads. But Damien has to hang them, you're on playlist duty.”

“Damien is short. He can't reach.”

“I could use a spell, that way no one knows where they are.” Damien suggested.

“Surprise missile toads!?” Will grinned, “Okay, deal.”

After all the missile toads were up and the playlist was made, Monica checked her list, “Okay, holly. We have to hang holly and Christmas lights from the ceiling.”

“Are the hooks still up?” Will asked as he untangled the lights.

Monica nodded.

“Alright, I have an idea. Damien grab your broom and the end of the holly.”

Damien grabbed and mounted his broom, the took hold of the holly garland. Will took the lights and climbed onto the back of Damien's broom.

“Let's go!”

As Will and Damien hung the holly and lights, Monica put some gingerbread men into the oven. After they had all re-gathered Monica turned to Damien, “Oh! I just remembered! I was thinking we should get a holly tree for inclusivity! I read that they have symbolism that has something to do with witches!”

Damien fought to hold back a smile, failed, then doubled over laughing, “I-I’m sorry… one sec. Okay uh, Monica, h-holly trees are meant to repel witches. Obviously it doesn't work, I mean, Will's dad had a bunch of them and I'm still here, but I don't know if it's the inclusion method you're looking for.”

Monica laughed, “Oh my bad. However, about you still being here, I think your weirdly intense love for Will would make it so I could go as far as splashing Holy water on you and nothing would happen!”

“It is not ‘weirdly intense’! You've said yourself that true love is much stronger than normal love!”

This time it was Will’s turn to laugh, “But also that's because Holy water is just tap water with added Jesus.”

Monica stared at him like he was an idiot, “That's what makes it work Will.”

“No, I mean…” Will sighed, “Where's the Holy water?”

“We don't keep any.”

“I think there's some in our bedroom actually, one sec.” Will ran to their room and returned with Holy water, “Damien, shut your mouth tightly, this water is probably really old. But first,” he pulled out his water bottle, splashing its contents on Damien, “Tap water.”

Damien wiped his face, “No effect.”

Will uncapped the holy water and made a face, “Ew, I think I see mold. Damien, take your pants off, I'll aim at your legs this time.”

“We're just gonna ignore how sus that sounds.” Damien remarked, removing his pants.

“Holy water.” Will splashed Damien's legs.

Damien made a face as the warm, strangely chunky water hit him, “Congrats, you've repelled me. I need to go bathe in Lysol, goodbye.”

Will looked at the floor, “Uh, Dolores? We have a mess for you to clean!”

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SO. Everyone has been asking me some version of, “Why'd you stop writing?”
Well I'll tell ya why buddy.
IT'S ‘COS I'M WRITING A DUCKING MASSIVE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. WORD COUNT IS 3 723 AND COUNTING.
LEAVE ME AND MY 3 723 WORDS THE DUCK ALONE 😭/lh

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“DAMIEN! WILLIAM! THE OTHERS WILL BE ARRIVING SOON! STOP MAKING OUT AND GET DOWNSTAIRS, YOUR GAY LITTLE HEARTS CAN WAIT.” Monica flitted around as she yelled to them, everything had to be PERFECT, after all, this was their first Christmas together since Dani had gotten better.
“We’re not making out, Monica. We're getting dressed.” Damien said as he came downstairs, “And do I really have to wear this?” He asked, tugging at the sleeves of his suit, “This is horribly uncomfortable.”
“Yes. Couples have to match. Speaking of which, where is Will?”
“I'M TRYING!” Will yelled from upstairs, “BUT IMMA NEED FULLER CHEST TO FILL OUT THE DRESS YOU GAVE ME! THIS DOESN'T MATCH DAMIEN BY THE WAY!”
“Dress?” Monica wrinkled her nose in confusion, “I didn't give you a- OH! I GAVE YOU MY DRESS!” Monica ran upstairs, “If the others arrive keep them busy.” She instructed Damien.
In her and Will's room Monica frantically searched the closet, “Why didn't you say something?” She asked as she tossed clothing out of their closet.
“I thought it was on purpose! You're a strange woman!” He argued, slipping off the dress, “Damien thought that too!” He tossed a bathrobe on and passed the dress to Monica.
“UGGGH, THEY DIDN'T DELIVER YOUR SUIT! DAMIEN! YOU AND WILL NEED TO PICK OUT MATCHING OUTFITS WHILE I CHANGE!”
Damien bounded up the stairs, “Who's gonna watch the door?”
“Whoever changes first.” Monica said, leaving the room.
“So,” Damien stood on tiptoe, wrapping his arms around Will's shoulders from behind, “What will we wear?”
Will tilted forward, lifting Damien off the ground, “If you get off of me I can tell you.”
Damien laughed, “You picked me up!”
“And now I want to put you down. What's wrong with that?” Will teased, dumping Damien on the bed.
“So, what is it?” Damien asked as Will picked up a box from under the bed.
“Christmas sweaters!”
Damien wrinkled his nose, “The itchy ones?”
“No,” Will opened the box and pulled out a knitted blue sweater with a white stripe that had blue reindeers on it and a matching knitted white sweater with a blue stripe that had white reindeers on it, “Feel the inside!”
Damien tentatively reached inside the blue sweater and felt it. His eyes went wide, “I don't know whether to kiss you or shove you.”
“Why would you shove me?” Will asked as he placed the sweaters on the bed.
“For not convincing Monica to let us wear these in the first place.” Damien said as Will chucked two pairs of black pants onto the sweaters.
“Oh.” Will paused, “I pick the first option.”
“You idiot, it wasn't a choice for you to make!” Damien laughed, “I choose… BOTH!” He shoved Will onto the bed, tackling him before pressing him down and kissing him.
“DAMIEN, WILL! STOP GETTING DRESSED AND GET DOWNSTAIRS, DANI AND NICO ARE COMING UP THE PATH!” Called Monica from downstairs.
Damien broke away from the kiss and rolled off of Will, “Crap, I have to go get pants from my room.”
“Just take mine!”
“Your legs come up to my torso, you fucking giant.” Damien grabbed the blue sweater and left the room.
“I'M NOT THAT TALL, YOU'RE JUST SHORT!”

They somehow managed to make it downstairs before Danico arrived. Will turned to Monica, “By the way, you were wrong again, we actually were making out that time.”
“Will!” Damien shoved him, Will stuck his tongue out.
“You started it.”
Monica sighed, “Oh my god… listen, I gotta go make some punch, open the door when they get here.”
Ding dong
Will opened the door and let Nico and Dani in, “Hey gays!”
Damien stared at Nico, “Did you mean guys?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
Dani gasped, “William, you gave him the sweater! Did you take a video like I asked?”
Will grinned, “Of course! You are my favorite sister after all!”
Dani laughed, “I'm your only sister.”
Damien rolled his eyes, “For the last time you two, we aren't actually married.”
“Two ceremonies, Dames. Two ceremonies.” He replied, gesturing towards their rings.
“You just like Dani.” Damien retorted as Will and Dani came to join him on the couch.
“Yes. Can we adopt her?”
“No. For so many reasons.”
Dani leaned over to Damien, “Well you chose the right boyfriend. He's kind and mentally ill, like me!”
Damien stood up and went to help Monica and Nico bring out the punch, “Just watch the video.”
As Dani watched Damien's reaction to the sweaters, Dorian arrived, soon followed by Amir, Anne, and Ivy, then Mark and Aisha.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” Aisha stood at the door, “MARK EVANS IN… THE RETURN OF THE PINK PANTS!”
Nico jumped up and ran to greet his friend, “Mark! Oh my gosh, you wore the pants!” He pulled Mark into a hug, “I haven't seen you in forever, the last trip was so long!”
Mark laughed, “I missed you too, Nico. Glad to know you weren't so busy with Dani that you forgot about my existence.”
Across the room, Damien realized that Will and Dani had been watching the video for a long time, “How long does that go on?” Damien looked over Will's shoulder, “WHAT THE- NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” He snatched Will's phone, “She doesn't need to watch us make out.” He hissed.
Monica clapped her hands together, “ALRIGHT EVERYONE, PARTY'S STARTING!”
The speaker began playing Will's playlist.
“Nico! Dance with me!” Dani grabbed him and they began to dance to ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree'.
Will walked up to where Amir and Damien were somehow conversing and not at each other's throats. Will gasped, noticing something.
“You two are underneath a missile toad.” Will laughed. Damien made a face and Amir leaped away.
“Ew no!” He circled around and shoved Will under the missile toad, “Here, kiss your boyfriend instead. Never again, I'm out.”
Will cackled as Damien flushed red. Noticing Damien's face, Will leaned down, “Well Damien… guess we have to-”
He was cut off when Damien grabbed him and yanked him down, kissing him. Will froze for a minute before returning the kiss. After a few seconds, he broke away.
“What happened to Dani not needing to see us making out?”
“Ah, what the heck? It's Christmas!”
Will frowned, Damien looked really uncomfortable, “Are you sure? We can go somewhere else or-”
Damien pulled him into a deeper kiss, “Merry Christmas motherfucker.” Damien murmured against Will's lips.
Will grinned and leaned further into the kiss, pressing Damien against the wall.
Monica looked over at them, “Oh my god, already? Get over here and socialize, Will an- mph!”
“Monica, don't interrupt.”
The hand slowly uncovered her mouth, “Amir!? What on earth are you doing?”
Amir glanced at the couple in the corner, “They… they deserve this. They haven't been able to, er, do that in a while. There have been some young maids following Damien around, flirting with him, etc. He and Will haven't been alone together in a while.”
Monica blinked, “H-how do you know all this?”
“Princess, please. Will has been my best friend since childhood. He tells me this stuff all the time.”
Monica stared at him, “But… he's my best friend too, so is Damien, why didn't I know this?”
“When you want to talk about your love life do you go to Will or Daniela?” Amir asked, already knowing what her answer would be.
“Well, Dani, obviously. I think of Will more like a brother and- Oh.”
Amir nodded, “And Damien just doesn't like to talk about this stuff to anyone. Well, maybe Will but still.”
Monica glared, realizing something, “Wait a minute, why do you care?”
Amir rolled his eyes, “I care about Will because he's my best friend. And even though Damien and I are always fighting, I do care about him and don't mean what I say when I'm teasing him, he knows that. We do have things in common, like we both love Will, even if it is in different ways.”
Monica looked at the couple, Will was saying something to Damien, Damien was blushing, then they went back to making out. They did look happy. Really happy, actually. Huh.
“I guess…” Monica hesitated, “I guess I sometimes forget how happy they make each other. I think I often forget that their love is just as strong, actually probably even stronger, as the love that Dorian and I have. I've known them as friends for so long that I forget.” She turned around to go find Dorian. “I'll bother them later.”

“Nico, are you ready for the secret Santa tomorrow?” Dani asked, leaning on his shoulder.
“Yeah, you?”
Dani nodded.
“You two are sitting under a missile toad.”
Dani looked up at her twin, “Huh?”
Monica gasped, “Oh you are! You have to kiss!”
Dani looked around for Damien, she didn't want to explain this, maybe he had the video. Oh. He's making out with Will. So much for that plan.
“It's just…” She began hesitantly, “I… nevermind.”
Nico looked at her, “Dani, we don't have to. Not if you don't want to.”
“No, Nico, it's not that. I think… I do want this, it's just… I've never kissed anyone before.”
Nico laughed, “That's okay, Dani. I haven't eith-” Dani cut him off with the power of the tongue.
“I said,” She grinned at him, “I want this.”
She kissed him again, a little clumsily but it was okay. Monica grinned, she was about to say something but Dorian dragged her away.

8:00pm

“I have to go, I'll be back tomorrow morning for the secret Santa.” Mark said as he headed towards the door.
“Wait, Mark! I'm coming with you!” Aisha ran to catch up and they left together.
“Anyone want to bet that they'll come back as a couple?” Nico asked.
“€5. Leaving a party early together = hookup.” Damien said, pulling out the money and handing it to Will.
“Deal.” Nico handed his €5 to Will, “They aren't gonna hook up. Mark's too oblivious.”

8:30pm
“Mmm, Will, I'm tired…” Damien rested his head on Will's shoulder, closing his eyes, “Parties make me tired.”
Will laughed, “Fairy, you made out with me for the first half, then followed me around while I talked to people.”
Damien scooched closer to Will, “It's not what I did, it's the atmosphere. An’ following you around while you talk to people is tiring.”
“Your poor introverted soul.”
“Mm.”
Will sighed, “Can we at least go to the couch? It looks like your sister fell asleep on Nico and if we go to the couch then Nico and I won't be bored.”
Damien groaned and stood up, “Fine c'mon.”
The two made their way to the couch where they plopped down next to Danico.

1:00am

“Aw, they're asleep!” Nico said, gesturing towards Damien and Dani.
Will glanced at his shoulder where Damien rested, “They're adorable. Agreement that Wytte kids are naturally cute when sleeping?”
Nico blinked in confusion before processing the sentence, “Ohh. May wanna rephrase that there buddy.”
Will stared at him for a minute, “What?”
“Well, you said-”
“OHHH NEVERMIND, I just got it! The Wytte siblings.” Will clarified, laughing slightly, “My bad.”
“You're good. But yes, I agree.” Nico said, yawning.

3:00am

“Dorian, look.” Monica smirked, pointing up, “Missile toad.”
Dorian grinned, “Finally. I thought we'd never find one.”
Monica laughed at stepped in closer, “Well we did. And you know what that means.” She stood on her tiptoes, and kissed Dorian. He lifted her up and they continued the kiss.
After breaking away, Monica glanced up at Dorian, “You know… your brother's asleep…”
Dorian raised an eyebrow, “What are you suggesting?”
Monica brushed her foot against the ground idley, “Well, I'm just saying that he and Will are on the couch, which means my bed is free.”
Dorian grinned, “Well sleeping alone must be lonely, sleeping together is much better, no?”
Monica laughed and grabbed his arm, dragging him upstairs.

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Will smiles at me reassuringly, grabbing my hand.

“I don't want to do this…” I say nervously, “Not again… not like the ball…”

Will pulls me into a quick hug, “Hey, it's okay. This isn't like the ball, no one's getting toadified.”

“It's still a secret getting revealed. It's still scary.” I reply, my voice almost a whisper.

“I know, Dames. But I'm here this time. I'll be with you. I won't let anyone hurt you.”

I take a deep breath. Will's right, this is fine, it's not a big deal it's not like the world is ending. “I think I might cry.” I whimper, clinging to Will's arm, “I don't think I can do this.”

“Hey, hey. Damien my love, look at me. You don't have to say anything. You don't need to do anything. But I want you with me. I don't care if you keep your face in my arm the whole time, I just want you there with me.” Will reassures me, trying to calm me down. It's no use, I'm going to give myself an anxiety attack at this rate.

“Fine, I'll go with you. But only for you.” I agree, grabbing his hand, “And if I start crying, it's your problem.”

Will laughed, “Deal. Can I ask you something? Why are you so scared?”

I don't want to talk about this. But Will is my one weakness, “The second people found out I was a witch I got called slurs, physically bullied, stuff like that. Before they knew, I was treated normally. I guess hiding who I am feels a lot safer.” Hopefully he accepts that. Hopefully he doesn't see through my bluff this time. Lies are more convincing with a bit of truth. Although it's not really a lie. It's more like I left out the main story and left him with the subplot.

“Well, people are definitely gonna throw some slurs at us but think how nice it'll be to finally be yourself!” Will exclaimed. Cute, but there are still many parts of me that haven't gone public yet. I'd like to keep it that way.

“I hate myself.” I say feebly, trying to make a joke out of it. Will doesn't look convinced.

“Moon, I hate myself too. Every time I see you. But I don't hate you because of it, I hate my dad. Because he's the reason I have those thoughts. And what do you tell me when I have those thoughts? That there's nothing wrong with me, there's something wrong with society. That if homosexual love can break a motherfucking curse then it can't be wrong.” He's right, I have told him that. But it doesn't mean I believe it.

I swallow back tears as Monica and Dorian finish their bit, “I don’t wanna talk.” God, I sound like a fucking toddler. Stupid. But… Will doesn't seem to care. It's time.

We step out onto the stage, Will wearing a massive grin and me glued to his side, smiling nervously. I hear various people in the audience, “Man, he brings that guy everywhere!” “Why the witch? Who's his lover?” “I bet she's pretty!” I can't help but laugh at how wrong they are.

“Heya folks!” Will greets the crowd, “I’m sure you all want to know why Damien's here. He's here because it'd be rude to not bring my boyfriend with me.”

Multiple gasps ring out through the audience and I tighten my grasp on Will's arm. He just laughs and continues.

“Let's do some introductions. I'm King William, I'm bisexual. The man next to me is Lord Damien, he's very gay. We are not only dating, but apparently soulmates, if the kiss doesn't lie. But, uh, I love him very much, he won't be saying anything, he doesn't want to talk right now.” Will glanced at my pale face, “I don't know if he can talk right now.”

A few people laugh, myself included. That's the nice thing about Will, he's great at turning scary things and sad things funny. Unfortunately, he can't really turn that off.

The audience slowly begins to snap out of their stunned silence and then…

“[F slur]S!” 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can't, not now. Too late. I probably look like a psychopath, grinning as tears stream down my face.

People are still shouting, a lot at me, some at Will. It doesn't matter though. Nothing fucking matters. This is stupid. I want to go home. But where is home? Not here.

All of a sudden I feel someone's arms around me. Will probably. I don't know anymore. Will's hands cover my ears. And then he screams.

“EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP THIS INSTANT.” Wait… that wasn't Will's scream. I open my eyes, I don't remember closing them. Monica. She's back on stage, telling off the crowd. Dorian's there too, staring at his students, daring them to join in. His focus lands on one boy who's already in on the screaming. ‘Detention.’ He mouths at the child, ‘For disrespectful behavior during school hours.’

The boy immediately stops. I had forgotten that it was a Friday.

Then Will is at their side, joining in on the crowd control.

I feel like I should be doing something, anything. But I can't. This must be how Will feels all the time. Useless. But wait… I'm not completely useless. I have an advantage. I grew up as essentially a governess. And I know how to talk to children.

“ALRIGHT FOLKS,” I yell, putting on the most peppy, upbeat, preschool teachery voice I can muster, “I CAN SEE WE'RE ALL A LITTLE UPSET HERE BUT YELLING SLURS ISN'T A VERY KIND WAY TO DEAL WITH OUR FEELINGS.”

I fight the urge to cackle at the amount of power I have. Nothing pisses off adults more than being talked to like babies.

“I KNOW YOU ALL HAVE SOME BIG FEELINGS BUT THIS ISN'T A VERY NICE WAY TO DEAL WITH THEM.” I take a step forward, shedding my witch's hat and putting on a bright grin. Will catches on to my scheme and joins in.

“WE'RE ALL FRIENDS HERE AND BEING UNKIND IS NO WAY TO TREAT YOUR PEERS.” He grins at me, grabbing my hand.

Monica takes his other hand and smiles, looking down at the crowd, even crouching a bit before speaking, “YOU GUYS ARE NOT CHOOSING VERY KIND LANGUAGE RIGHT NOW, I THINK YOU NEED TO CHOOSE SOME BETTER LANGUAGE.” She gushed. For the youngest, she was surprisingly good at this.

“I'M SORRY, I CAN'T REALLY ADD TO THE SENTIMENT, MY CLASS IS STARTING SOON, FIELD TRIP'S OVER.” Dorian announced apologetically as he escorted his class back onto the school bus.

“IN FACT, IT'S TIME FOR ALL OF US TO LEAVE NOW.” Monica realized, “HOWEVER, THERE WILL BE A Q&A TOMORROW MORNING WITH ALL OF US THERE.”

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Today is the day we're announcing the royal divorce. Monica takes the stage first since, let's be honest, she's the most liked out of the three of us. 

“Hello citizens and guests,” She begins, “Today we are gathered to meet someone. That someone is… my boyfriend!”

Dorian steps out of the shadows, right on cue. “Hi guys! So, uh, surprise! I do in fact have a girlfriend!” Dorian's students laugh as Monica continues.

“I'm hearing some confusion which is fair. Allow me to explain: William and I annulled our marriage last Tuesday. We never loved each other romantically so that wasn't a problem and we will continue to rule together. The problem was we both love other people and we wanted to be more open about that. I will now give the stage to William so he can finally reveal his secret romance.” 

As Monica passes my heart catches in my throat, it's time and I feel like I'm going to puke. Will doesn't look too good either. 

“Ready?” I nodded, too nervous to speak.

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I was gonna have you guys guess who it's about before providing the video but no one was around last night :(
But now you can watch it so let me know what you think!
https://youtu.be/GmTusbZSynQ?si=D4wiGrkygTz2BiPt

Update; I made a second edit, this one's Damien and Will :3
https://youtu.be/-IpUzPJYhRk?si=OSURDhZwOW92eZ8F

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Y'ALL I AM PUMPED!

I AM READY!

I AM GOING TO GET THIS PICNIC CHAPTER OUT!

*Demonic screeching of pumpedness*

Also I made some edits :3

https://youtube.com/shorts/-IpUzPJYhRk?si=csOP0dUcnh--MCIT

https://youtube.com/shorts/eQwFrerE8I0?si=X_O-6Fz1_WmzYHe1

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Will and I are already on the massive sofa when Dorian and Monica arrive, slightly flushed. They plop down next to each other and Monica glances at us.

“Really, you two? People are gonna comment on that.” She warns us, gesturing to our position.

I'm curled up against Will's side, my head resting on his shoulder. I'd forgotten we were sitting like that.

Will grins sheepishly, “Habit.”

We fix our position just as everyone starts to file in and take their seats.

Once everyone arrives Monica stands, “Welcome, my loyal subjects, to the question and answer!” She scans the crowd, passing the mic to Will.

“Yes, welcome!” He echos, “I'd like to start with a quick mic check. If your name is Mike please rise.”

I laugh to myself as several men stand.

Will nods at them to sit back down.

“Thank you. That concludes the Mike check.” Will smiles at the audience.

The audience laughs quietly as Dani makes her way to the couch with her own microphone, “Hi guys! I'll be walking around with this. Begin!”

A young man with messy hair slowly raises his hand and Dani runs over with the mic, “Speak.”

“Will… uh… will the kingdoms… split?” He asks nervously, glancing around the room.

Monica takes the mic from Will, “Yes, the old border will be brought back. I will rule my kingdom with Dorian and William will rule his kingdom with Damien.”

The young man nodded, “Okay, uh… what if your parents are, like, d-divorced and live in different kingdoms?”

Will grabbed the microphone, “Nothing will change. Our border will remain unguarded and things will be largely the same.”

The man sighed in relief and sat down. Dani went over to the next person, a woman who appeared to be in her late 20s. “Speak.”

“Okay, so, like, you said that King Edgar's old kingdom will have… two kings right?”

Dani nodded, “Correct. Speak.”

“Okay, so, I currently have a house there but what if you're, like, not comfortable living somewhere run by fa****s?”

I automatically grab Will's arm, causing him to turn to me.

“Are you okay?” He whispers.

“Involuntary reaction, shh, I wanna see how this ends.” I whisper back. Dani looks like she's ready to strangle the lady and is just waiting for the okay. Multiple people have stood up or turned in their seats to watch the scene unfold. To my surprise, the lady doesn't catch on and continues to talk.

“Because I don't think that would be morally just, y'know? We've always had a king and a queen, man and woman. If there's no woman, who will support our rights, hm?” The woman placed her hands on her hips, clearly enjoying this.

“I assure you, you will lose no rights, in fact you will gain them,” Will assured her confidently.

“W-well it also breaks traditi-”

“OKAY ENOUGH!” Dani inturrupted, “ENOUGH WITH EXCUSES, THIS IS JUST HOMOPHOBIA! IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE JUST MOVE TO ANOTHER GODDAMN KINGDOM, IT'S NOT THAT HARD! COME ON PEOPLE.” Dani's cheeks reddened as she became aware that she said that aloud. “Sorry guys. Next question please.”

After Dani's outburst, the evening went smoothly. Eventually, Dorian and Monica began to lean in on each other, prompting Will to nudge me and ask, “Wait, we can break posture?”

I shrugged. “I think so, as long as we make it romantical and shit,” I replied, cuddling into Will's side.

“Thank god,” he whispered, “I'm exhausted.” He leaned his head on top of mine, yawning. “Is this what they're doing?”

I look over at Dorian and Monica. “No, Dorian has his arm around Monica.”

Will nodded and wrapped an arm around me, “Perfect. We have successfully camoflooged.”

“Camouflaged.” I correct him.

Will just shakes his head, “I said it wrong once, I can never go back.”

Monica points at a teenage girl and Dani walks over with the mic. “Speak.”

“How will Kings William and Damien get an heir?”

I smile and take the microphone, seperating myself from Will and rising to my feet, “Well,” I begin, “To keep things vague for the young ears listening… magic.”

The girl nodded and Dani went over to the next person, a bald old man with glasses and a small blonde moustache. “Speak,” She commands him.

“Y’know, I don't think kids should be living in a kingdom run by f**s. It sends the wrong message to them, I'm afraid it'll turn them gay, y’know? When they see two kings instead of a king and a queen dancing together, kissing, all that they'll think it's okay and they'll think that's how they are too.”

I roll my eyes, “Sure bud, just like I saw the old king and queen, may they rest in peace, doing all that and thought I was straight. Never happened.”

The old guy nods and says, “Okay, but-”

Suddenly Monica leaps up, “ALRIGHT! THAT'S ENOUGH! IF YOU HAVE HOMOPHOBIC CONCERNS, ASK NOW. ANYONE ELSE, WAIT UNTIL THEY'RE DONE, THEN WE CAN LAUGH AT THEM AND ASK USEFUL QUESTIONS.”

Slowly, around a quarter of the audience begin to raise their hands. Dani makes her way over to another old bald guy, this one had a cane. “Speak.” She said, glaring down at him.

“Alright,” Everyone, including myself, jumps a bit at his voice. It sounds as if someone had put it through a wood chipper, run it over with a lawn mower, and then tried to fix it with bandaids and gum. It sounds like he smokes 80 packs a day, it sounds like a broken flute having sex with a broken clarinet, it sounds like he has laryngitis, it sounds like one continuous voice crack. No, a voice CHASM. It hurts my throat just listening to him.

“First of all,” He continued, “You look… very nice today.” I watch as his eyes stray to her chest. This man will be lucky if he lives until tomorrow. He clears his throat (which helps NOTHING) and continues. “Secondly, I don't think that these people should be in charge. It's not normal! What's normal is being attracted to women!” He speaks enthusiastically, as if he's trying to yell.

The teenage girl from earlier suddenly speaks up, “Yeah dude, totally get that. Being attracted to men is so strange and unnatural, obviously women are the better choice.” She agrees, giggling slightly.

“EXACTL- wait a minute…”

Dani laughs and moves on to the next person, an old woman. “Sp-”

“I know!” The old woman snaps, “Back to me. I don't think it's a good idea to let two dudebros rule a kingdom! Rulers are meant to be lovers, not bros!”

I blink, “Ehm… We… we are lovers?”

The old woman rolls her eyes, “You think you can just pretend!? It's not the same thing!”

Will wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me onto him, taking the mic. “I assure you, most ‘dudebros’ don't make out with each other.”

The woman opens her mouth, but before she can retort Dani moves on.

At the end of the night after everyone has left an old man makes his way towards Will and I.

“For your information,” He tells us, “I don't think that being gay is a choice you get to make. I think that God made you this way and that changing that would be going against Him. And I think it's the same thing with witches. I think it's beautiful that you two were able to find love in this world. I only wish it had been like this when my father was around. Maybe he could've been with my mother, she was a witch though and it was wrong at the time. I wish you two luck, good night.” And with that, he walked away.

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When he lifted his head, she barely recognised him for the bruises completely covered his face.
"Nico?" She asked, "Are you dying?"
He shook his head, "N-no. I won't die, not yet. I'll stay by your side Dani. I know that you don't have emotions right now and that you couldn't care less but if you could stop hurting me I-"
"Dani?" She cocked her head, "Who's that?"
Tears sprung to Nico's eyes, "You! You're Dani! Don't you remember?"
Her empty gaze hardened. "I'm not Dani. My name is Daniela, Queen of Witches. And it's Your Majesty to you." She raised her hand, ready to blast him and finish the job when Spirit quickly stepped in front of him.
"Not yet girl. Keep him just a little longer." He told her.
"Why?" She asked. She rarely disobeyed Spirit but he wasn't making any sense.
"His pain. His suffering and misery. It's..." Spirit paused and licked his lips, "Delicious. And plentiful. Soon I'll be even more powerful. So spare him, girl. He's still useful to us."

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She felt for the lock in the dark. It wasn't there. Not good.
Maybe she should yell for Damien? He always used to help her when she was scared of the dark and the monsters under her bed...
"DAMIEN?" She shouted into the void that was once her room, "DAMIEN?" Nothing. "WILLIAM?" She tried. Still nothing. She took a breath and yelled as loud as she possibly could, "DAMIEN? WILLIAM? ANYONE?" Still nothing. No, wait, a small whine of pain.
Suddenly, she felt something scurry up her leg. She screamed but then stopped, it was soft but didn't seem to be a tarantula. She winced as she felt tiny claws digging into her thigh. It must be a mouse or something. Wait. Damien has a thing with turning people into rats.
Slowly, she reached up her dress and pulled out a small mouse. A brown mouse. William.
"Will!" She sighed with relief and put him down, "Can you take me to Damien?"
The mouse squeaked and started running through the castle.
Soon they arrived at a little corner in a rarely used corridor. On the ground was a body. The body of Damien Wytte.
"DAMIEN!"
Damien shushed her as he turned Will back to normal, "Mon, quiet. I'm okay but they're going hear you."
"THEY!? WHO ARE-" Will quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Monica, you need to be quiet! There are people in the castle, they cut the power. We need to find a new hiding spot thanks to you."
Monica pulled the candelabra on the wall behind them, causing it to do a 180 and deliver them to a secret room. "Boom, panic room." She whispered, "No one can get in, this is the only entrance and the candelabra is the key. But why is Damien bleeding?"
"I got stabbed." He said simply, "It's fine, I used a healing spell, it just hurts."

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After they finished cloud watching Damien ran to his room and locked the door.

“FUCK!” He screamed into his pillow. He dropped the pillow and began pacing in circles around the room. “Shit… shit… this is bad.” He muttered.

Sure, he had been in denial for a long time but he had hoped it could stay that way. He had known this was coming but had been hoping it wouldn't. But it was fine. He could admit it to himself and still be in public denial.

But even with that piece of personal comfort, this was bad. Very bad. “Fucking hell… what do I do?” He asked himself as he continued to pace. “I know! To the Google!”

Damien pulled out his phone and typed into the search bar, “What to go if you fall for your best friend.” Hands shaking, he pressed search.

The first result was a Reddit thread. “No, I can't deal with rejection stories right now.” He muttered, scrolling through results.

Unfortunately, all the answers he got involved having a conversation with said friend.

He collapsed face down onto his bed, groaning, “Great job, Damien.” He mumbled, “You went and fell for the most unattainable person on the whole fucking planet. Your straight, engaged, perfect best friend.”

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“Aaaaaand done!” Monica exclaims, setting down the last box, “Finally, I've evicted you two!”

I laugh and shove her playfully, “Shuddup. You'll miss us.”

Monica frowned. “I will.” She mumbles. Then, before I can stop her she rams into me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

“I'm going to miss you guys so much,” She sobs into my chest, “It'll be so lonely!”

“Pfft, you'll see us all the time!” Will waves her off, “It'll be fine.”

“Oh please,” Monica sniffles, “We both know that the second I'm out the door you'll be crying in Damien's arms.”

Will rolls his eyes, “One, you're exaggerating. Two, someone has to be positive and it's usually me.”

Monica quickly apologizes, then leaves for her meeting.

“So…” I stare at Will.

“So…” He stares back at me, fidgeting slightly, “We have… the couch. That's it.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask him.

He takes a minute before taking a step forward. “You. No, I'm kidding, don't look at me like that.”

I laugh before trailing off, “Kiss me.”

“What?” Will takes another step forward and I take one backwards, heading in the direction of the couch.

“You heard me,” I say, taking another step backwards, “Kiss me.”

Will hesitates, “You might end up pinned to the couch, are you okay with that?”

I nod and finally stop evading him as he takes two more steps and pushes me onto the couch.

Once we're on the couch he begins to slowly push me into the cushions, gradually putting more and more of his weight on me. After his full body weight is on me he hovers over my face for a good five seconds.

“You're such a goddamn tease…” I murmur, seriously considering leaning forward and kissing him when the door suddenly opens.

“Damien!?” Angela stepped back in mock shock, “I thought I thought you better than this!”

I shoved Will across the room, blushing madly as Angela continued. “I always taught you to assume power over the crown and then I come to help you unpack only to find SAID CROWN pinning you against the couch! Damien, you should be on top of him!” She joked joyfully.

“But if he did that then I wouldn't get to see the look on his face when I pin him down!” Will jokingly argued.

“Hm, yes good point.” She agreed, clearly thinking it over, “Alright, anyways. I came to help you guys unpack, what do you say?”

“PLEASE.” Will looked ready to hug her, “THANK YOU SO MUCH

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Knock, knock, knock!

Will rapped on the door to Damien's room, “Dames? You've been in your room all day! If you're hiding from Monica then you should hide me too. It's not in the Valentine's Day spirit to deny your boyfriend shelter!” 

When he got no response, Will tried again, “Damiiiiii, I know you're in there!” He whined, “Now let me in before Monica finds me!”

All he got in response was a weak, “Leave me alone.” Concerning.

Will sighed and went to his room. Not to respect Damien's privacy of course. To steal a bobby pin from Monica.

Knock, knock, knock!

“Damien, I'm coming in!” He announced, picking the lock and turning the doorknob.

What he saw was about what he had expected. Damien, alone in the dark playing with his rat.

“Damien, what's wrong?” Will asked him, closing and locking the door.

Damien kept his eyes locked on the piece of apple in his hands, “Nothing is wrong. I taught Basil a new trick.”

Will smiled, “Oh so you finally named him?” 

Damien nodded, still not looking at Will. Suspicious. “His name is Basil Templeton.” 

Will slowly picked up Basil and put him safely back in his cage before grabbing Damien and forcing him to show his face.

“You're crying. Why are you crying?” Will demanded, dropping him. When he got no response he stared at Damien, grinning.

Damien jerked away, “LEAVE ME ALONE!”

Will sighed, “Damien… I love you, I really do. I… I'm not very good with words, they've always felt inadequate to me. My father… he often told me that a perfect prince is meant to be seen and not heard, people turn your words back on you. But that's not the real problem, the real problem is I'm an idiot who can't deal with emotions. So I plan to make it up to you. Damien, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You're not only my Royal Advisor, you’re my lover, my confidant, and my favorite person. Before that you were my butler, my tutor, my best friend, and again and again you were- no, ARE my savior as well. I love you Damien Wytte, you mean the world to me and I don't know what I’d do without you.”

Damien smiled and pulled Will into a hug, “I love you too, dumbass.” He murmured, burying his face into Will's shoulder, ‘I'm sorry I yelled at you. But I wish everything about our relationship wasn't so… wrong.”

Will frowned, resting his head on Damien's. “Wrong?”

Damien shrugged, running a hand up Will's spine, “Well, I'm a witch, you're the king. That's wrong. I'm a Wytte. That's wrong. You're married. That's wrong. We… we're both… both men. That's wrong.”

“It's not wrong!” Will argued, “Monica’s dating Dorian! The few people from the village with the inn that know don't mind!”

Damien shook his head, “Dorian's a freaking war hero! That's right. They know your marriage is out of convenience. That's right. Dorian never ‘betrayed’ the crown. That's right. Dorian is a man and Monica's a woman. That's right. It's not that I don't want our relationship, it's just I'd like it to be right. I'd just like one thing about me to be right.”

Will shook his head, smiling. “You're perfect, there's nothing wrong with you.”

Wrong thing to say.

“I ‘betrayed’ my family. Wrong. I left the twins. Wrong. I caused my mother pain. Wrong. I almost killed Dorian. Wrong. I ‘betrayed’ the crown. Wrong. I don't socialize at the balls. Not only wrong but suspicious. I'm a witch. Wrong. I'm the son of a Wytte. Wrong. I'm ‘aiding in adultery’. Wrong. I'm a witch and I'm with a royal. Wrong. I'm gay. Wrong, wrong, WRONG!” Will felt his shoulder grow damp as Damien continued to cry.

“Okay, well, I've done wrong too, everyone has. But that last one? Being gay isn't wrong, Damien. I personally am glad you're gay. If you weren't then I would've stayed asleep forever.” Will winced, mentally slapping himself for joking when Damien was so upset.

Damien tensed up, causing Will to wince again. “It’s wrong in the eyes of the public! And that's not even what I'm most upset about!”

Will paused, carefully choosing his words before he spoke again. “What’s wrong?” He asked tentatively.

Damien froze. “I… don't know.” He realized, sounding shocked. “I… why am I so upset? I have no reason to be but I am! I've literally never been upset about…” He gestured between himself and Will, “This… before! What in the actual fuck is going on with me today?” He asked, completely baffled.

Will laughed and scooped Damien up easily, chucking him onto the bed before sitting down with him. “You wanna know what I think?” He asked, “I think that the reason you're so freaked out is because this is our first Valentine's Day together and you're alone with your thoughts.” 

Damien nodded. “... Maybe. I guess I just started… doubting everything? All of a sudden everything felt wrong.”

Will smiled and pulled Damien closer, nestling his face into Damien's neck. “Don't be silly, fairy.” He mumbled, closing his eyes. “Everything is perfect.”

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“I'm sorry.”

Damien paused the movie, turning to Will. “What?”

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.” He repeated shakily.

“You… don't have anything to be sorry for.”

Will shook his head. “I do, I… ugh. I'm not a good person.”

Damien stared at him, confused. “William, you are fucking amazing. I love you more than I let on, I promise. I just don't know how to show you.”

Will shook his head, “I'm a walking disaster.” He laughed nervously, “I mess up everything I touch, I'm like a reverse genie.”

Damien glared. “Stop deflecting. I want to know what’s wrong and I want the full story.”

Will shrugged. “It's just that I'm sorry for being the worst fucking boyfriend on the entire planet.”

Damien moved closer to Will, awkwardly standing there for a minute, his face slowly turning pink before he looked up at Will. “I was gonna give you a hug but I dunno how.” He mumbled.

Will looked at him, confused. “You… don't know how to give a hug?”

Damien shook his head, his face flushing. “Not with someone taller than me. If Monica's wearing platforms it's just like,” Damien made an elbow jabbing motion, “Say goodbye to your boobs, motherfucker!”

Will shook his head, “Do you want me to teach you?”

Damien, defying all known laws of physics, managed to turn even redder as he nodded slightly.

Will laughed, “Okay, there are 3 ways we can do this. Can I show you?”

Damien nodded, too embarrassed to speak.

Will stuck his hands out, nodding for Damien to take them. Once Damien's hands were in his Will smiled and wrapped Damien's arms around his waist. “This is the first method. It's better for people significantly taller than you. Like Dani or Dorian.”

Damien nodded and Will moved his hands up slightly. “This is another method, it's good for when people are decently taller than you. Like me.”

Will then bent down slightly and moved Damien's hands so they were around his neck. “This one is good for people who are just a bit taller than you. It also works if we're sitting down.”

“Thanks.” Damien muttered, letting go. “Now.” He grabbed Will's arm and guided him onto the bed. Once Will was seated, Damien quickly followed, climbing onto his lap and, after a few seconds of hesitation, wrapped his arms around Will's neck. “I want you to tell me what's wrong.”

Will shook his head, “It's stupid.”

Damien's grip tightened as his voice dropped threateningly. “Tell. Me. Now.”

“Fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm an idiot. I'm sorry that I'm so high maintenance to manage, I'm sorry that I'm so bad with words…” Will's voice got progressively shakier as he went on. Eventually he made a small choking noise and stopped entirely.

Damien shook his head, “Silly, it's okay. You can cry. No one else is around and the thing about hugs is I can't really see your face.”

Will nodded, burying his face into Damien's neck. Soon, Damien felt his shoulder grow damp as Will shook in his arms.

“I-I'm sorry that I'm s-such a mess that you have t-to force me to tell you th…things. I'm sorry that I keep hurting everyone around me, I don't mean to but I just… do.” Damien laid his head on Will's as he waited for him to continue.

“I'm sorry that I'm making this your problem. I'm so fucking sorry.” Will finished, not lifting his head yet.

“I know you are, it's okay.”

Will shook his head, “Not okay.”

Damien brushed Will's hair back. “Nobody's perfect, love. I've known you since you were 3, I love you more than you think. You're such a good person compared to the ones who raised you.”

Will sat up, still facing away from Damien. “It doesn't matter. I hurt people, I-”

Damien grabbed his face and kissed him before he could continue. “Sorry.” He said, blushing. “You do that for me and I wasn't sure what to do so-”

Will grinned, “No, no. It worked. Continue.” 

Damien flushed, nodding. He put his hands on Will's shoulders, kissing him while lightly pressing down until they were lying comfortably on the bed.

As Will's hand slid up Damien's shirt I ran away from the keyboard for fear of what would happen next. The end! ^v^

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Will knocked on Damien's door, “Dami, I got you something!”

Damien opened the door, confused. “What do you mean?”

Will handed him a box. “Open it!”

Damien opened the box and pulled out a small potted plant. “What is this?”

“Witch hazel! You can lick it if you're sick but not too much or else it can damage your liver and also your kidneys.”

Damien nodded, “Okay, thank you.”

Will smiled. “I also got you this.” Will held out a soft kitty stuffie.

“Okay I love this thing.” Damien said, hugging the stuffie, “But why?”

Will rocked back and forth slightly, glancing at the wall. “Because I love you and I wanna spoil you.”

Damien laughed slightly and put the kitty down but quickly picked it back up. “Will, I love you so much but I don't want a bunch of crap, I want you.”

“I know. It's just so har- wait a minute… I don't have any meetings today.” Will realized, “Damien, I don't have any meetings today! I can spend my day with you!”

Damien smiled, “I know, it's so great! This hasn't happened in forever!”

Will sat down on Damien's bed as Damien locked the door. “I love you, fairy.” Will grinned.

“I love you too, dumb[ash].” Damien replied, climbing onto Will's lap.

Will put a hand on the witch's back, gently pulling him closer and kissing him. “What do you want to do with our full day to ourselves?” He mumbled, leaning back against the headboard.

“I dunno.” Damien shrugged, “We could watch a movie.”

“Yeah, that works.” Will agreed, turning on the television, “What do you want to watch?”

“Just pick one that we've been meaning to watch.” Damien decided, curling up against Will's chest.

“Okay.” Will paused, “You're very warm.” He said.

“Yeah, I know.” Damien replied. “I just naturally give off heat.”

“It's nice. Do you not get hot?” 

“Oh all the time. It doesn't really matter though, not unless I'm overheating.”

“Huh. Your hands are cold though.” Will realized, confused.

“And your hands are warm.” Damien pointed out.

“Fair point. I found a movie.”

“Perfect.”

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The kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they'd explode. In that he nearly exploded his boyfriend.
"WILL! Ohhh god, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Are you okay, did I hurt you? Will, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm sor- mph!" Damien was cut off by Will kissing him again.
"Fairy, calm down! 1, it was entirely worth it. 2, you didn't hurt me that bad, it was just a little shock, see?" Will held out his arm to show Damien.
Damien laughed, a few tears falling . "At least I didn't turn you into a rat." He joked.
Will laughed, "No, that seemed to only happen when I startled you. Now you've got it under control of course but apparently not your shocks... What happened?"
Damien blushed. "I dunno." He mumbled, "You... You just said that you loved me and kissed me and..." Damien trailed off, his face felt too hot.
Will smiled, "You're so cute."
"Shuddup." Damien stared at his lap, refusing to meet Will's eyes. 
Will, noticing this, put his head on Damien's lap. "C'monnn," He teased, "Can't I compliment my hot witch boyfr- OW!" Will grabbed his arm in pain.
"That one was on purpose." Damien stated, "So shut up before I do it again."
"THIS IS DOMESTIC ABUSE! I'M BEING ABUSED AND THREATENED!" Will cried, collapsing dramatically.
It was at that moment that the door opened. "Dear god, I leave you two alone for 5 minutes and I come back to this." Monica shook her head, setting down the crackers she had gotten. "Why do I smell electricity?"

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"It's all bills, bills, bills. That's my only answer now," he said, pointing to the horrific mess of papers in front of him.

The poor witch was absolutely covered in blue ink, the pen he was borrowing from Dorian had long since exploded and all Damien wanted to do was die. Or cuddle with Will. Both sounded excellent.

"Alright, well, here's my other pen, it's green."

Damien grimaced, "Yay, more paperwork."

"Hey, Monica and William aren't happy about this either."

"Doesn't make it better."

"Yeah, yeah. I... I do have to ask..." Dorian began, "Is... Is your hair going to be blue forever now?"

"Out."

"Dani will be here in an hour!" Dorian called as he exited the room, closing the door behind him.

The pen hadn't been worth stealing from Dorian. It really hadn't. 

When Dani entered the room she burst out laughing. "DAMIEN, WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO!?" She choked out.

"It. Exploded." Damien growled, attempting to wipe the ink off his face, ultimately making it worse.

"Jesus, alright." She laughed again at the sight of her older brother.

"Dorian's pens are all fucking useless, they keep exploding on me." Damien complained, chucking the pen in the trash.

"Do you want one of mine? They're all gel pens, for the record." Dani offered.

"It works." Damien held out his hand and Dani gave him a light blue gel pen.

"I'm leaving you a second one, just in case." Dani said, placing a pastel green pen on his desk. "Nico's coming in an hour."

"Thanks."

His voice had never sounded so cold, in fact, when Nico entered the room he barely recognized it.

"If you offer me a new pen I will hurt you. I am going to get one of my pens. The ones that can withstand getting taken apart and put back together again without fucking exploding everywhere." Damien's tone was flat and emotionless, Nico was afraid to look.

But then again, he was glad he did. "Dude, your hair is literally the gay flag."

Damien groaned, "It is?"

Nico pulled out his phone. "Yeah, one second, I'll take a picture for you." Nico took a picture and showed it to Damien.

Damien looked at it and immediately gave a pitiful whine. "I can't. Not right now."

Nico quickly got rid of the picture and sat down next to Damien. "Hey, hey! It's alright, it looks fine!"

"It looks gay. Something that I am not allowed to be." Damien replied, on the verge of tears. "It's so visible, I can't hide it easily and I'm already covered in ink stains and... And..." Damien put his head down began crying, unable to continue.

Nico hesitated at the sight of emotions. “Uhh… maybe a lot of soap?” He suggested, unsure of himself.

Damien gave no response and so Nico moved closer, sitting down next to Damien. “It's gonna be…” Nico trailed off, it might not be fine. “It's gonna be okay. It's not your fault.”

Damien shook his head. “It is.” He choked out, “It's all my fault.”

“Alright, you've clearly done too much work in one go.” Nico declared. “We're gonna put this away now.” Damien nodded as Nico shoved the papers away. “Ummm, hm, I'm still not sure what to do here. Uhh, do you want a hug?”

Damien shook his head, still visibly distressed, though the sobs were subceding into whimpers.

“Oh! I'm gonna call Dani and she can send William.” Nico said, pulling out his phone.

"Hey, uh Dani?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you give the phone to William?"

"Sure."

After a minute Nico heard Will take the phone. "Hey Nico, what's up?"

"Hi, um, Damien's really upset but he also thinks you and Monica are gonna be pissed with him."

"What, why? We're on our way by the way."

"Okay, great. Um, when you do get here, I want you to know that it's really not his fault, he's a victim."

"What happened?"

 There was a knock on the door, Nico went to open it. "Well," He grimaced, "Your boyfriend has been assaulted... by a pen." He opened the door for Will and Dani, hanging up.

"Oh my god."

Nico nodded, "Mmhm. Gay hair."

Will quickly crossed the room an scooped Damien into a hug. "You poor fairy."

Damien began sobbing all over again, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it's- oh my god." Will met Damien's eyes. "The tears are fading the ink on your face."

Damien stopped crying, "What?"

Will grinned. "Come. We're gonna go steal Monica's makeup remover then violently wash your face with a combination of that, saltwater, and alcohol. Then we're gonna pray you don't look like a zombie."

"And my hair?"

"We'll worry about that later, let's go!" And with that, the two ran out of the room.

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“150 scholarships for advanced magical learning.” Damien said, tapping his pen on his clipboard.

“Oh, we aren't doing that anymore.” Will corrected, waving it off.

“Yes we are.” Damien informed him, “They're due in two days time.”

“No… I said no to that… We both did.”

Damien shook his head, “No.”

“I remember! Because the councillors got mad at me!” Will continued, growing worried.

“They pestered you so much that you caved.” Damien stated reluctantly, going over his notes, “Unfortunately.”

“But… no. I… it's not going to work!” Will began pacing in circles.

“W-” Damien glanced at the guards, “Your Majesty…”

“I said no! It's… ugh… it's too complicated and we still aren't done with the reconstructed wood planks which are due on the same day and…” As Will's voice began rising in pitch Damien quickly realized what this was turning into.

“Shirt.” He mumbled, “...Guards everywhere… I can't help him. Unless…”

Damien turned to the guards. “All guards exit the room. Go find Her Majesty the Queen and tell her that I sent you. She will deal with you from there.” Damien commanded, pointing at the door.

“With all due respect, we can't leave His Majesty alone with someone unless His Majesty himself approves.”

Will, hearing this, turned to the guards, “Just do whatever Damien says, I trust him with my life.”

The guards nodded and quickly left the room, leaving Damien alone with Will.

Damien watched Will pace in circles, muttering to himself while rapidly flapping his hands and occasionally whining slightly.

“Will…” Damien began to walk beside him. “I'm going to keep walking next to you, okay?”

Will nodded, though he didn't stop.

“Everything is going to work out, you've got Monica. She's smarter than both of us combined when it comes to politics and she always knows what to do.” Damien watched as Will continued to pace for a while until eventually the king's breathing sped up. Damien cast a quick spell, covered his ears, took three swift steps backwards, and waited.

Soon, Will stopped, covered his ears, and shrieked. Once he stopped, Damien went over to him as he collapsed on the ground crying.

Damien kneeled next to Will and reached out to him. “NO!” Will lurched away from Damien's hand.

“Will, it's alright.” Damien assured him. “I'm just going to give you a hug, can I do that?”

Will nodded and collapsed into Damien's arms. “I can't, I can't, I can't. How does Monica always manage to get her shot together at the last minute?”

Damien shrugged. “She was born for this. It's just something she's naturally good at. Just like how you're good at ideas, she's good at execution. You two are a perfect match.”

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Damien entered Will and Monica's room in uniform, holding his papers. “Will, we've got a meeting soon, you should get re- are you okay?”

Will shrugged and Damien nodded. “Okay, we'll just go over the trade rates for now.”

“I don't wanna.” Will turned away from Damien, facing the wall.

“Why?”

“Because that makes it real,” Will mumbled.

“Okay.” Damien carefully took a seat on the bed. “Why is this upsetting you so much?”

“I dunno. I didn't ask for this. I never wanted to be king.” Will admitted, still staring at the wall. 

“But that's all you talked about as a kid. Marrying Monica, fulfilling your duties, etc.” Damien pointed out.

Will laughed a little at that, “I really made your life hard as a kid, huh? Anyways, I thought that was what I wanted. But I've always struggled to differentiate between what I want and what my kingdom wants of me. You know this, Dames.”

“I see. Well… if you weren't king, what would you be doing right now?”

Will stayed silent for a moment before turning to face Damien. “... Loving you.”

“You don't love me already?”

“No, I mean like… openly. Cuddling you without having to deadbolt the door five times. Teasing you when I'm bored in a meeting, holding your hand, leaning on you when I'm tired, hugging you, kissing you… there's so much I want to do with you.”

Damien nodded. “I see. Well…” He sighed and stood up, setting his papers on Monica's desk and placing his hat on top. He then undid his cape and carefully set it across the chair. “We're alone right now,” He quickly strode back to the the bed, “There's nothing stopping you. Just careful with the arm fishnet thingys.”

“Are you-”

“There's a meeting in 20 minutes, just come here.”

“Yep, right.”

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Not my love, not my light, no, no, NO! Damien shrieked in anguish as he made his way towards the monster, his heart pounding. NO, NO, NO, HE CAN'T BE GONE! Damien felt hot tears begin streaming down his face as he broke into a run.

He's not gone, he didn't die, I can get him back, I just need to think. He's not dead. He's alright. He's going to pop up and do something stupid any minute now. But then the thoughts of doubt crept back in and Damien let out a wail as he approached the monster. He's gone… for real this time, he's really gone. I loved him more than anything and now he's gone. How could I be so blind, so STUPID!? Damien sobbed, slapping himself across the face as he raised the sword, preparing to cut open the monster when…

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Will popped up. “Woah there Dames, be careful! You almost stuck that in my forehead!”

Damien made a small choking noise, “W-Will?”

“It wasn't real!” Will laughed, “Real idiodic of me, huh? Luckily, I landed in the water!”

He's fine. Damien began whimpering slightly, trying his best to keep from full on sobbing. Will, noticing this, held out his arms.

“Damien, are you crying? Come here, I'll give you a hug!”

“N-no way!” Damien choked out, “IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT, YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT! I HATE YOU, YOU CAN'T JUST SCARE ME LIKE THAT AND-” Damien collapsed into Will's arms, sobbing. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“Shh, it's alright.” Will rubbed Damien's back as he cried, “I'm right here, I'm not going to leave you, never again.”

Chapter Text

"Did you cut my worm!?"

Damien sighed at the indignant 11 year old. "Yes." Monica had organized something she was calling ‘Project I don't ducking know dude'. How it worked was they held small crafting events that people could come to, bring their children to, etc. Witches and non magical folk calmly making crafts together. It was nice enough.

"You can't do that!" The little girl told him, hands on her hips.

"They can't be longer than 10cm. If they don't pass inspection, I cut them.” Damien explained, his voice devoid of emotion.

"Well my mommy says you're a little bitch and my mommy is a boss so that doesn't matter!" Damien held back a rude response. Being nice is hard. He groaned inwardly, trying to come up with an appropriate response when the girl left suddenly. Probably to get her mom.

Damien returned to cutting worms until a flash mob ran up and began digging through the pile. Before they could run off though, he stopped them. "HOLD UP! What are you doing?" The mob all began yelling things at the same time and Damien found himself considering homicide. He, Dani, and Will were set up at a folding table, Will and Dani were cutting out small poems about peace that schoolchildren had written that would later be attached to the worms.

They had been set up at a table off to the side SPECIFICALLY so that they wouldn't get swarmed. SPECIFICALLY so that Damien wouldn't get overwhelmed.

So much for that plan. Damien felt his breathing speed up as everyone swarmed around him, grabbing at his carefully organized piles, reaching over him, bumping him, yelling, a few little kids trying to proudly show him their work, and so. Much. Chaos. Damien's vision narrowed as his breathing became noticeably ragged and he began shaking. He wanted to yell, tell everyone to back the fuck off. But he had to be nice. He can't give them more reason to despise him.

Dani noticed his shaking and grabbed Will's arm. Will shook her off as he had begun to hyperfocus on his task and couldn't stand to be interrupted. “William!” She hissed, “Damien!”

Will’s head jerked up and he glanced at Damien. But there was no Damien. There was a hoard.

Damien shook harder, trying his best not to cry. But soon he felt hot tears falling into his lap. Of course, people now started crowding him even more, getting up in his face, touching him. They thought they were helping. They weren't. 

Suddenly, Damien was yanked backwards out of the crowd and something moved in front of him.

“Leave him be!” He heard his sister tell the crowd, “He just cut himself, it's okay!”

The crowd, satisfied with that answer, dispersed and went back to their respective tables. Damien felt a warm presence next to him and turned to see Will smiling up at him. “And that's why I put you in a rolling chair.” He joked, pulling Damien up. “You and Dani are gonna take a walk now, I'll guard the table.

Damien nodded, walking over to Dani with his head down.

Dani led him towards a small river path. "So," she began, "What was that?"

Damien shrugged, "I got overwhelmed," he said simply.

"Oh." Dani looked out at the river before speaking again, "Does that happen often?"

Damien avoided her gaze, "Eh, I guess it's more often than it is for normal people who can actually handle being mobbed and shoved while everybody screams and touches their stuff."

"Huh." Dani stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about it. "I think we're just really good at sucking it up actually."

Damien gave her a weird look, "Huh... interesting."

They walked in silence for a while until Dani spoke up again. "How do you handle it? Struggling with loud crowds.”

"Will and Monica. Will because he somewhat knows how my

mind works and Monica because she's great at problem solving." He explained.

"Can I ask another question?"

"Of course."

"I've seen you do this before, but that time you only

talked to Will after, why are you talking to me?"

"Oh." Damien thought for a minute. "Surprisingly, you're someone I can tolerate."

"Wow! Thanks." Dani turned, they had arrived back at the park, "Let me know if I need to chase anyone off!"

Damien flashed her a rare smile, "Thanks Dani.”

The smile didn't last long though as Damien's face immediately fell when he saw the little girl was back with her mom. He took his seat and Will smiled at him apologetically, "I told her she couldn't be here but she demanded to speak to the man who discriminated against her daughter." 

"Yes, hello," The woman snapped, "I'm Mrs. Thybic." 

Damien looked up at her innocently, "Oh, nice to meet you." He held out a hand, “I'm the little bitch.”

Damien watched in petty delight as the woman's face turned bright red. Sadly, she quickly recovered and immediately went off on him.

"Listen here, you can't cut my daughter's worm! You witches think you're so important! No time for us humans, nooo you're-”

The woman gave a start as she was cut off by Will. "Damien is under direct orders to cut all Worms over 10cm. And I'd watch what you say, lest you be charged for treason. Now go away." He told her sternly.

Mrs. Thybic bowed deeply. "My apologies, Your Majesty. I do hope you recognize what I said was

all in good fun, merely a joke between friends, you see! Damien and I are quite clo-”

“Oh, fuck off!” Dani interrupted, bewildered, “My brother has never seen you in his life! You were being a bitch and we all know it so don't pretend you weren't!”

Mrs. Thybic’s expression morphed into one of horror and she sent her daughter on her way. “You can't talk to me like that! You're the worst of them, you killed people, started the war! You piece of detiser shit, I oughta teach you a lesson!”

As the woman screamed at Dani, Damien felt pure rage fill his body and mind. He desperately wanted to drop kick this woman to Mars and deeply resented the fact that he couldn't. “Leave.” He demanded, his voice low and shaky.

Mrs. Thybic rounded on Damien, “Excuse me?”

“You were told. You were told not to come here. But you did anyway. You then harassed me, pretended to be my friend, and threatened my sister. You can leave now.” He told her steadily.

“No. Not until this young lady gets what she deserves.”

“Go. Away.” He growled, standing his ground. “I don't fucking want you here.”

Mrs. Thybic turned back to Dani, “Alright, back to you. You're trash, a worthless kouderz.”

Damien took a step forward, only to be grabbed by Will. “They'll riot.”

Dani, hearing this, turned to him, “Well yeah, if Damien does it. But this dum dum seems to overlook the fact that she just called me a buncha slurs and I'm nearly 6 feet tall.”

“Wha-” Before she could finish her sentence, Dani scooped up the woman and carried her away, much to Will's amusement.

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Damien set down a plate of cakes in front of his mom. “Happy Mother's Day. Dani and Dorian will get here soon.”

Angela clapped her hands, “Excellent! I'm so glad I can finally spend Mother's Day with all of you after so long!”

Damien smiled sadly. “Me too.”

“Oh, and how is Monica enjoying her Mother's Day, has her mother come to visit? I'd like to apologize for the whole evil tyrant thing.”

Damien stared at her for a minute, completely dumbfounded. “You… you killed her.”

“Ohhhh, you're right, I did do that! What is it that the kids say these days? Ah yes, my bad chat.”

Damien couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head slightly, “Mum, you can't say that about murder.”

“Alright.” Angela said, already moving on, “What about everyone else?”

“Along with Aisha, Amir, and William I'm one of the only members of the friend group whose mom isn't dead.” Damien reminded her. “And Father's Day isn't even a thing for us. Well, Mark has a dad but he's the only one.”

“I see. Well in that case,” Angela leaned closer, “How's William’s mother?”

Damien rolled his eyes, “Fine. He's spending the day with her.”

Angela sat back in her seat, “Sounds nice. In all seriousness though, does she know about you two?”

Damien shook his head. “No. But he's going to tell her he's bi today.”

Angela paused for a minute. “I'm so sorry, I still don't know about the different breeds of gay, what's that one?”

Damien, who had definitely chosen the wrong time to take a sip of water, burst out laughing, put a hand up to cover his mouth, got water all over himself, then collapsed on the floor choking. Little did he know, Will was having a similar experience with his mother.

“Oh no, Damien! I'm so sorry,

that was my fault.” She exclaimed as her son died.

“Afafapfjaf,” Damien choked in response, “Oihshishis-I’m alive-bsbhsggghgghg.”

As Damien drowned on the floor, Angela waited patiently for him to get back up.

“Ahem, sorry.” He said, finally sitting back up. “Bi is short for bisexual, it means you like boys and girls.”

Angela nodded, “Ohh, right. I see now. Do you think it will go well?”

"Probably. I mean, she's most definitely having an affair with Aisha and Amir's mom so like..."

Just then the door burst open and in walked the twins. “Mum! Damien! Hi!” Dani cried, waving excitedly.

Dani ran up to Damien and gave him a hug, “... Why is your shirt wet?”

“Because mum swapped out sexualities for ‘different breeds of gay’ while I had water in my mouth.”

Dani laughed, “Oh no.”

Dorian entered, giving a small wave to Damien before turning to Angela. “Happy Mother's Day!” He told her, holding out a necklace.

“Thank you, Dorian, it's lovely!”

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Damien sat down across from his mom, setting his plate down. “Good morning.”

“Good morning! Can I ask you something, sweetheart?”

Damien nodded, “Of course.”

“You're a… gay?”

“I am gay. Why?”

“Can you tell me more about that? I'd like to learn more.”

Damien froze, “Um… sure. What do you need to know?”

“What is gay? I know it is why you love William but I don't really understand it. Is it a kink or…?”

Damien spit out his eggs, “HOLY- NO! No, no. It's uh, it's an umbrella term. For people who are attracted to their same gender.”

Angela nodded, “Ohhhh, okay. And William said he was… bilingual? I don't think that's a gay.”

“A sexuality.” Damien corrected, “And he's bisexual. Likes boys and girls.”

“What's a sexuality? Is that the level of sexual desire you have?” Angela asked, taking a bite of her toast.

“You're thinking of the asexual spectrum. I'll tell you about that later. Sexuality is a label for who you're attracted to.” He explained, making a second attempt at consuming his eggs. “Do you know what lesbian means?”

“I think so? It's a nationality right?” Angela guessed hesitantly.

Damien laughed slightly, “Mum, that's Lebanese. Lesbian is girls who like girls. Some people, like Will, like both. And some people are gender blind, they don't really take gender into account. That's pansexual.”

Angela raised her hand, “What's asexual?”

“That's when you don't really feel sexual attraction.”

Angela nodded slowly, “So like… pansexuals want to fuck everyone and asexuals want to fuck no one.”

“MUM!” Damien’s face turned bright pink, “OH MY GOD!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

“Give me a minute.” Damien sat there eating as he recovered, “Okay. You… I guess you aren't wrong. But you can be a pan asexual.”

Angela became thoroughly confused, “What? What's a pan?”

“Pan is short for pansexual, like bi is short for bisexual. You can be pan but still not want to have sex.”

“Ohhhh, I see now.”

“You can also be demisexual, grey sexual, or a few more complex ones. Demisexual is when you need a bond with someone to feel sexually attracted to them and graysexual is where it fluctuates.”

Angela pulled out a notepad and began writing things down. “Fluctuates… Okay, tell me more.”

“You can also be on the aromantic spectrum, that's where you don't really feel romantic attraction. Just like the ace, that's short for asexual by the way, spectrum, there's demiromantic, grayromantic, and other complicated ones. And you can be aroace, where you don't want anything.”

Angela nodded, “And that's it?”

Damien laughed, “Ohhhh, no no no. There are tons more sexualities like abrosexual, omnisexual, berrisexual, almondsexual, neptunic, uranic, etc. And that all goes without mentioning gender. There's also trans people, demi boys, demi girls, non binary, genderfluid, genderfae, genderfaun, neopronouns, agender, etc. It's an entire community. It's called LGBTQIA2S+ but is usually shortened to LGBTQ or LGBTQ+.”

“That's a lot. But let's start with the sexualities.”

“Abrosexual, your sexuality changes from time to time. Omnisexual, you're attracted to all genders.”

“Isn't that pan?” Angela asked. 

“Omni has a preference. Berrisexual is where you're attracted to feminine people and rarely attracted to masculine people. Almondsexual is the opposite of that.”

“And what are the planet ones?”

“We need to go over gender first. More specifically, non binary. That's where you use they them as your pronouns.”

“Isn't that plural?” 

“What would you do if you found a stranger’s wallet?”

“Well I'd try to track down the owner to bring it to th- ohhh, I see! Nevermind.”                

Damien smiled. “So neptunic is where you're attracted to feminine aligned non binary people, girls, and neutral non binary people. Uranic is the opposite of that. Ready for genders?”

“Yes! Tell me!”

“Trans is when you were born as a sex that doesn't match your gender. For example, if you were born as a girl but you identify as a boy then you're trans. Sex and gender are also different. Sex is determined by biological factors such as chromosomes, reproductive organs, and hormones.* Gender is what you identify as.” 

Angela wrote that all down and then looked up at him expectantly.

“A demi boy is when you're half boy, half non binary. Demi girl is the female version. Genderfluid is where- sorry, I should let you talk too.”

“No, I like it! You never talked to me as a child.”

“That's because I literally wasn't allowed to. Dad told me it was my fault and that I'd make it worse.”

“Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I feel like I should be paying for therapy…”

“Well I would say that Dad should be paying for it but he's super dead. Anyways, genderfluid. Genderfluid is where your gender changes regularly. One week you might be a girl and the next week you might continuously switch between boy and non binary. Genderfae is like genderfluid but without masculine identities and genderfaun is the opposite. Neopronouns are pronouns that are new to the English language, they're a little confusing sometimes but are overall harmless. Lastly is agender, it's where you don't have pronouns.”

“Interesting. Is there anything else I need to know?” Angela asked him.

“Uhhh, I don't think so. Actually, I could show you the flags.”

“There are FLAGS!?” Angela gasped, “Why didn't you tell me sooner? I want to see yours, show me!”

Damien laughed slightly and pulled up a picture of the gay flag. “This one.”

Angela's eyes lit up, “Ohhhh, it's so pretty!”

“Do you want to see Will’s?”

“Oh, yes!”

Damien pulled up the bi flag and showed her. “This is it.”

“Oh, I like this one even more! It's like a sunset!” Angela exclaimed, “What is the lesbian one?”

“This one.” Damien told her, showing her a picture.

“Oh, it ALSO looks like a sunset!”

Damien laughed, “Does EVERYTHING look like a sunset to you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, wait, there's another one I want to show you.”

Damien showed a picture of the Abro flag.

“It looks like a watermelon.” Angela said while inspecting the flag. 

Damien chuckled. “It does kind of look like that.” (I just said postipol instead of hospital 😭) (why are you at the hospital??) (I'm not) (oh okay. good!)

“What's the blue and pink one?” Angela asked.

“Trans? Does it look like this?” Damien pulled up a picture of the trans flag.

“Yes! I like that one, it's pretty.”

“It is.” Damien agreed.

“What else was there?” Angela asked.

Damien shows a picture of the Pan flag. “This is for pan.”

“That one is pretty busy.” She said while looking at the bright colors.

“Yeah, it kind of is,but the colors stand for things.”

Angela looks at her son, “really? Blue is for boys, pink for girls, and yellow for the others?”

“Yeah, that is completely right.” Damien said before showing her the next flag, “This is the pride flag. Or the LGBTQ+ flag.” 

“So it’s just all colors?” Angela asked. 

“It's a rainbow, that's why rainbows are so common with gay people.”

“I just thought they liked rainbows.” She admitted.

Damien chuckled, “No, it has an actual meaning,” 

He shows the ace flag. “This is the one for asexual.”

“It’s kind of bland,” Angela said. 

“Yes maybe but that is because the black and grey represents feeling no or little sexual attraction so it has to be kind of bland.” Damien explained. 

“Oh okay, I get that,” Angela said. 

“There is a more colorful remake of the AroAce flag, but you can look that up on your own cause if we have to go over every single one then we will be here for a while.” 

Suddenly, the door opened, “Hi Ms. Wytte.” Will greeted her, “I need Damien.”

“What for?” She asked.

“Meeting. It's 10:00.”

“Oh! Bye Mum!”

Chapter Text

Damien arrived at his mum's room perfectly on time and yet she still glared at him as if he was late.
“What?” He asked, pulling up a chair, “I arrived on time.”
“You told me gay things last time.”
Damien froze, did she change her mind? Was he about to get disowned?
“And yet,” Angela paused, “YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ABOUT THE GAY MONTH!?”
Damien laughed in relief, “Oh thank God. But no, I guess I didn't. How'd you find out?”
“Well I wanted a reason to get closer to you and I wanted to make sure you felt supported since I don't have a great track record with that. I started by googling, ‘how to be a supportive parent to your gay child who your husband traumatized but for a different reason’ but I guess that I was too specific because the first result I got was some article called ‘To Christian parents of gay children’ but on that it did say that you shouldn't traumatize your kid which was very nice, not what I was expecting. But the next result was how to cope with a gay child and that was rather sad.” Angela rambled, pouring Damien a cup of tea. “So then I looked up ‘How to be a good ally to LGBTQ+’ but I just got a lot of sciency looking articles so then I looked up ‘How to be a good ally to LGBTQ+ according to gay people’ but then I got the same articles.”
Damien held the cup in front of his face, trying to hide his amusement. “And then what did you do?”
“Well then I searched a lot of things, not much was helpful for this. A lot was ‘Get him a little gay pin!’ I CAN'T DO THAT, HE'S COMMITTING ADULTERY!”
Damien burst out laughing, “Oh my god, mum.”
Angela nodded, “Anyways, I looked up pride things and apparently the U.S. has banned the pride month. So then I looked up the pride month and found out it was gay people month and then I was like, ‘Well maybe I can ask Damien about the pride month and he'll be Happy.’ So now I'm here.” She finished, out of breath.
Damien laughed, “Mum, that's really sweet. But I know you support me and I know you feel bad about traumatizing me by accident. But it's alright, that was your husband's fault.”
“Even so. I love you.”
“I love you too mum.”

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Will pressed down the forbidden thoughts, ‘Nope, nope.’ He clenched his fists and kept walking towards Monica. ‘Damien isn't cute- yes he is- no, he's not. He's totally cu- Okay fine but not like that. Hey Monica- Seriously look at him, I was wondering if you're finally- Fine, but just to prove he isn't- over this true love thing, you're- that cute. Eeeeee, adorable! He's not. He's just tiny and very huggable and- oh yeah, I was planning the Monica thing. You're 12 and I'm 14, we should be preparing for the wedding, my dad wants me married by 18, 16 if it all goes- HOLY SHIT HE SEES ME, LET'S GO TALK TO HIM YIPPEE FRIENDSHIP- well.’

“Hey Will!” Damien called, “What's up?”

Will sighed, “I'm on my way to talk to Monica.”

You're dad again?” Damien asked, placing down the dish he was washing and walking over to Will, drying his hands on his shirt.

‘Yay he cares about my feelings!’ Will nodded and sat down on the floor. “Monica's making things complicated again.” He admitted as Damien sat down next to him.

“Do you like Monica?”

“I’m capable of it.”

Damien frowned, “That's not… well… eh.”

Will rested his head on Damien's shoulder, “It's really not that hard to pretend.” He mumbled, “I've had crushes, did I try to divorce her? No! She needs to suck it up.”

Damien sighed, “I understand that feeling but… what if Monica gets you out of this?”

“I can't think about that.”

“Okay.”

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Damien curled up against Will's side, “I’m tired.”

Will put an arm around his sleepy witch, “Me too. Probably because we just finished doing taxes at…” He glanced at the clock, “1am.”

Damien mumbled something in response. In truth, he wasn't really listening anymore. With his head on Will's chest, he could hear the king's heartbeat. It was oddly comforting to listen to the constant beat.

BaDum

BaDum

BaDum

BaDum 

BaDum 

Ba-

“Dames?”

Damien snapped back to reality when Will bounced his head up and down slightly.

“You fell asleep for a minute there, Fairy.”

“Good. Let's keep it that way.” Damien mumbled, cuddling into Will further.

Will smiled, “Night, Dami.”

I wrote this at 12am, don't judge.

Chapter Text

Damien walked up to Aisha and tapped her on the shoulder, “Hey so I'm really fucking gay and I need your help.”

Aisha turned around and held out a hand. “Nice to meet you Really Fucking Gay, I'm Aisha. With what do you require my assistance?”

Damien shook her hand before grabbing her by the shoulder and beginning to guide her towards the castle. “Well you see, Aisha, I require assistance with something most personal, you understand that it must be discussed behind closed doors.”

Aisha raised an eyebrow, “Hast thou…” She lowered her voice, just in case anyone was nearby, “Hast thou any homosexual tidings for me?”

Damien nodded, “Indeed I do, milady.”

“Well, what art thou waiting for? Spille thine tea!”

“Nay, behind closed doors, remember?”

“Ah, my bad.”

By the time the two got to Damien's room, they were a giggling medieval mess. 

“Alright, we should drop the bit.” Aisha declared, “What's up?”

“Well see, the thing is…” Damien hesitated, glancing down at his lap.

“Go on.” Aisha coaxed him.

“The thing is… Will still hasn't really given me a proper love confession.” A blush began creeping up Damien's neck and he avoided eye contact as he continued. “And I know it's really stupid but it's kinda the one thing I really want which I know is weird and dumb but I feel like it'd be nice to know he really loves me. He's not really good at words so just the one time I feel like would be really nice as a kind of confirmation that he really loves me, that I won't lose him again.” Damien buried his face in his hands, his face burning red. “I sound ridiculous.”

Aisha shook her head, “No, no. This is good, keep going. How would you want him to confess?”

Damien shrugged. “He almost did one time. Then he ruined it. I guess I just want him to sit down and be serious for just one minute so that he can actually tell me what I mean to him.”

“Awww, that's so sweet! Now I want that too.” Aisha pulled out her phone, “In fact…”

“AISHA I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, IF YOU TELL HIM WHAT I SAID I WILL END YOU!”

Aisha laughed, “Don't worry about it, I'm not gonna tell him!”

“Show me your texts.” Damien demanded.

“That's private!”

“I read over Will's shoulder when you guys are texting all the time. An innocent man has nothing to hide.”

“Fine. Aisha passed him her phone.

Day 1 of teaching myself to do a corkscrew 

I'll come back with an update on whether or not I've died

I did not

Congrats?

No I didn't succeed 

But did you die?

No

“...Why am I dating him?”

“I honestly have no idea.”

Chapter Text

You should do a really romantic thing I think

Sure, why?

I had a vision…

Of you finally giving Damien a proper fucking confession 

Motherfucker

You aren't a prophet

But that actually sounds fun so I'm gonna do it

But you won't get credit

Bitch

No you

Chapter Text

Damien was reading a book when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. “If your name is William you may enter!” He called.

“Sweet.” His door opened and Will walked in, “Anyways, I've got something to talk to you about. Remember when I said maybe I can do my job and also do what I want?”

Damien nodded, “Why?”

“Well it was all true. It all worked out. I'm doing my job and I'm also doing y- I mean, I'm also dating you, which was my main want in life. But the thing is, I don't simply want you. I love you, with my entire heart and soul. You mean the world to me and I honestly don't know what I'd do without you. Suffer probably. Everytime I manage to make you laugh it feels like I've achieved everything I need to do in life. You make me so happy and I just… I love you so much.”

Damien grinned, “I love you too.” He said, tearing up slightly, “Thank you. You're adorable.” 

Will moved closer, “May I?”

“Always.”

Will put an arm around Damien's back and pulled him in and then… and… hm.

And then they kissed. And it was very sweet.

I still have no idea how to write kissing scenes, sorry

guys. :/

Chapter Text

Once they were alone outside, they sat on a bench and Damien leaned on Will's shoulder. Damien shivered slightly at the cool night air. “This kingdom sucks.” He declared.

Will nodded. “They hate witches.”

“No. Well, yes. I've been tripped at least 10 times already. But they also hate gay people. Even more than they hate witches.”

“Oh. Have they asked you anything?”

Damien nodded, “I said that the f**s were ruining our society.” Damien took off his hat, “I'm not exactly proud of it but…”

“I get it. You can't give them any more reason to hate you.”

Damien nodded, “I love you by the way.”

“Love you too. Monica's almost done with… whatever the hell she's doing. We can head home after that.”

“Thank you. I'm supposed to go back and talk about the gays brainwashing our children soon, they think I'm in the bathroom.”

Will laughed, “That’s- Hold on, I hear someone coming.”

“Do I need to sit up?” Damien whispered.

“Might be best.” Will told him.

Damien quickly sat up just as a woman came around the corner.

“Hello! I'm sorry to disturb you but I saw y'all through the window and I just find y'all so cute together.”

“Oh, we're not-”

“You've just got that special kind of friendship, I love seeing people so close, especially boys like you.”

Will choked back a laugh as she continued.

“You're taught to be all closed off and yet you've still got each other.” She noticed Damien's hat next to them on the bench. “Even though that one is a… witch.”

Damien smiled tightly, “Well we did grow up together.”

“That's beautiful. These types of stories just melt my heart. Anyways, I'll be off now.”

After the woman left, Will burst out laughing. “That was so weird.”

Damien grinned and laid down on the bench, resting his head on Will's lap. “She did get one thing right though, we DO have a very special friendship!”

“We do,” Will ran a hand through Damien's hair, “We do.”

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“Monica?” Will cautiously entered her room.

“I'm reading, I don't have time for this.” Monica said from her spot on the bed.

“You don't even have time for… questions about… true love?” Will asked nervously. This had been a very bad idea…

Suddenly, the door was closed and locked and he was being yanked onto Monica's bed.

“DID YOU FIND HER!?” Monica yanked the covers over their heads, “Tell. Me. EVERYTHING!” She squealed.

“It's not for me. It's, uh, a technical question.”

“Oh.” For a minute Monica seemed a little bit disappointed but she soon brightened when she realized she would still get to explain how true love works. “What is it?”

“So, uh,” Will paused for a minute, “Cantwoboyshavetruelovetogether?” 

“Hm?”

“Doestruelovehavetobebetweenaboyandagirl?”

“Will, I can't understand you! You need to stop mumbling! And stop being so quiet!”

Will nodded and took a breath, “C- Can true love… Can boys have true love with each other?”

Monica thought for a moment, “Umm, I don't think so. I think it's just for a boy and a girl. Damien might disagree though…”

Will nodded silently, “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

“I think boys can date boys though, at least that's what Damien said. I don't know about girls though. I'd ask Damien about that one.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Damien paused in front of Will's bedroom door. “Will?”

“It's alright, Damien. Continue with your cleaning.” Will mumbled from the other side of the door.

“It's not alright, I hear you crying.”

“I'm not crying, I don't do that.”

“I'm coming in.”

“NO! As your prince I order you to leave me alone and do your job!” Called Will, his voice cracking slightly.

The door opened. “What's wrong?” Damien asked softly, sitting down next to Will.

“Well, at first I was sad. And then you came in. And now I'm incredibly distracted. BECAUSE WHY ARE YOU IN A FUCKING MAID'S DRESS?” Will grinned and looked him up and down, “I mean not that I'm about to complain.” Will quickly slapped his hands over his mouth as he realized what he just said, “I DIDN'T MEAN FOR IT TO COME OUT LIKE THAT! I meant… uh… I'm not gonna bully you for it. If- If that's what you feel like wearing today.”

Damien laughed, “I know what you meant. And I'm wearing it cause it was the only clean uniform in my size. Mine got dirty.”

“Ah. What's it like?” Will asked curiously.

Damien thought for a minute, “It's cool I guess. I really like that I can do this, watch.” He stood up and spun around, causing the dress to fly up and spin with him.

“WOAH!!” Will's eyes went wide, “That's so cool!”

Damien grinned, “Yeah! Do you want to try? It's pretty fun.”

“Well… I think it's too small for me.” Will responded reluctantly.

“Nah, it's big on me. You'll be fine.” Damien reassured him.

“Oh. Uh…”

“You don't have to. I understand that it's kinda weird.” Damien said apologetically, “I'm so sorry, I'll leave.” Damien blushed.

Will felt his cheeks turn a bit pink. “Oh, it's not that! Sorry, sorry. I'm just… I don't know.”

Damien smiled. “It's alright. So I hate to kill the mood but… why were you crying?”

Will paused. “I’d really rather not talk about it right now.” He said quietly.

“Okay.”

Chapter Text

“It's always strange when Monica's out giving a controversial speech. No guards in the whole corridor.”

“Yeah. Although without guards…” Damien flashed Will a small grin, “We can do whatever…”

“Oh, you're right! Oh my god, we could run around freely! Look, there's so much space in this corridor!” Will spun around, causing Damien to giggle. Then Will paused, “Hey, why aren't they afraid that I'll be killed?”

Damien laughed, realizing that his suggestion had gone completely over Will's head. “There are still guards at the entrances.”

“Ohhh, true, true, true. Plus any intruders would have to go through a very angry witch. And- oh. Oh my god.”

“What?”

“I just realized what you were insinuating earlier… Could we back up?”

Damien laughed again, nervously this time, “Sure.”

“Perfect.” Will turned so he was fully facing Damien and [less aggressive word for grabbed] his waist, pushing him lightly against the wall. He then paused, waiting for Damien to give him a nod of consent.

“Will, it's fine.”

Will frowned, “That doesn't sound like a yes.” He let go of Damien, taking a step back. “What's wrong?”

Damien glanced at the ground, “You dying…” He blushed, “The thought scares me.”

“Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.” Will took a step closer, holding a hand out to Damien. “But Dames? I’ll always be right next to you.”

Damien smiled and took Will's hand, “I'll be next to you.”

Will grinned back, “Great. Now come on, Little Fairy, let's go watch a stupid movie and eat popcorn.”

Damien couldn't stop himself from smiling like an idiot as a wave of inexplicable happiness washed over him at being called ‘little fairy' by Will. “That sounds great.”

Chapter Text

Monica ran up to Damien and Will.

“It's pride month, right?” She asked.

They glanced at each other, then back at Monica. “Ummm… Yeah, why?”

“That's, like, a happy occasion, right?” 

Will nodded. “Should be.”

“Great! The people need a happy occasion so I was wondering if we should do a pride parade. But then I was like, ‘Hey, maybe Damien and William should be in charge of this’ and then I came to find you two.”

Damien glanced at Will, shaking his head slightly.

“Wellll,” Will rocked back and forth slightly, “That would be good. If we were more comfortable with that. But Damien's terrified of people finding out and I've still got all that internalized homophobia and vaguely hate myself.”

“Oh. That's… not great. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Will shook his head, “It's alright, I already have people I can go to for gay stuff. Thanks though.”

“Okay, that's good. Anyways, would it be alright if I did it anyway?”

Will and Damien nodded . “Yeah, that's fine.”

“Excellent, I'll start planning today.”

Chapter Text

"Oh, Fish, what'd you do today?"
This.
This 4 minute edit took me 6 ducking hours (5 hours but still).
Anyways, Star asked how long it took to make an edit so there's their answer I guess.
Enjoy! I'm really proud of this one.
https://youtu.be/IVe0AwYR4rY?si=xQnHwM-L8SUuMhXw

Chapter Text

Will showed up at Aisha’s bedroom door. “Hey, Aisha? I need to talk to you about some gay stuff…”
Aisha yawned, “Will, I love you, but it's 3am. Please just go back to Damien.”
“I can't.” Will said, his voice cracking, “I… I want to let him sleep.”
Aisha sighed, “Come in. Sit on the bed.”
Will sat down and Aisha shut the door, “What's up?”
Will stared at his lap. “I hate myself.”
“Riiiiight.” Aisha crawled under her bed and came back with a carton of ice cream. “We need ice cream for this.”
She opened the container and passed Will a spoon. “What's bothering you?”
“Why did I have to love love Damien? I could have just waited to find a girlfriend, I could have just pretended not to know, this is wrong. I'm not supposed to love him, that's not my duty.”
“Girl, Monica didn't want you! You couldn't have done it anyways.”
“But why did it have to be another man?” Will asked, tears springing to his eyes. Why'd… why'd I have to be broken?” The last part came out in a hoarse, muted whisper.
Aisha softened as she tilted her head, “Will. You aren't broken!” She said softly, “Come here, you need a hug.”
Will shook his head, “I don't deserve it. I'm broken, I'm broken, I'm broken.”
Aisha grabbed him and enveloped him in a hug. “Not to me. Not to Monica. Not to Amir. Not to Ivy. Not to Anne. Not to Damien. You're not broken to Mark or Nico. Dani loves you like a brother. Dorian hates you a little bit but for unrelated reasons. The only person whose opinion matters that thinks you're broken is you.”
Will melted into her arms, “Thank you. I'm gonna cry.”
“Then cry.”
Will nodded and succumbed to sobs. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry.”
“Don't be.” Aisha grabbed the ice cream and crawled back under the bed to put it away. “You have nothing to say sorry for.” She playfully shoved Will over, “Now how bout we sleep?”
Will laughed, “Okay. Goodnight Aisha.”
“Goodnight William.”

Chapter Text

Damien and Will were outside the room where Will had requested to meet with his mother. “Holy shit Dames, you were right. This is scary…” Will wrung out his hands, rocking back and forth, “I… I can't.”

Damien put an arm on Will's shoulder, “Will, don't worry, you'll be fine. Your mom's dating a woman, she won't mind the fact that you like boys.”

“The problem’s not that I like boys, the PROBLEM is the boy I like!” Will snapped, causing Damien to recoil. The second the words left his mouth he regretted them. “Wait, no, Damien, I'm so sorry. I just meant-”

“I know. She- no one likes me. You can say it, I just resent it. Now, go talk to your mom. You got this.” 

Giving Damien one last apology, Will entered the room.

“Hello, William.” His mother greeted him. “Took you a while. It's a shame, I thought we taught you better.”

Will bowed his head, “I'm sorry. Um, t-there’s something I want to tell you. The thing is, I'm-”

“You're gay for that witch boy, aren't you?”

Will blushed, “Well… uh… yeah. B-but not just that!”

She raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Will blushed again, “yeah, uh… we… we're together.” The last part came out in a whisper. “He's my boyfriend.”

“Damn, sounds like a you problem.” His mom said, standing up, “Anyways, I'm going to go make my tea now.”

Chapter Text

“Damien! The public absolutely LOVE it when I wear my witch outfit and help out by using magic, you should bring your wand to the next event, we could do a demonstration or something!” Monica pulled out a notebook and began jotting down ideas. Damien held back his full opinion and decided to focus on one problem at a time.

“I always have my wand on me, I just hide it.” He said, “And I don't know if I want to do that.”

“What, why!?” Monica asked, “It's great for getting the public to accept witches, they think it's awesome!”

“I don't want to.” Damien said simply, “I just don't want to.”

“But-”

“Monica…” Will interrupted in a warning tone, “Just drop it.”

“No! I'm serious, it's not how it used to be, folks love witches now! I'm always getting complimented on it, people want to learn! You could help, you could help me show them witches aren't evil!”

Damien balled up his fists, trying to keep himself calm. Will, noticing this, placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him. “It's alright, fairy. Just tell her no. She can't force you.”

Damien nodded, holding back tears and trying to keep his voice steady, “They don't… they won't love me being a witch. I-it’s… different. When I do it.”

“Damien, that was before. Things are different now, learning magic and being a witch is cool, admirable even!” She said, trying to reassure him. Unfortunately, it did the opposite.

“Yeah!?” He burst out, “That must be nice! Must be GREAT to, to be PRAISED for being a witch!”

Monica smiled, still not catching on, “Yeah! And you could be praised too!”

“SHUT UP!” Damien exploded, squirming out of Will's grasp, “JUST SHUT UP!” Tears began streaming down his face, “YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE, OKAY? YOU'VE NEVER BEEN HATED FOR SOMETHING YOU CAN'T CONTROL! NO ONE EVER TRIED TO BURN YOU, NO ONE GOES TO TALK TO YOU JUST SO THEY CAN TELL YOU HOW TERRIBLE YOU ARE! DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THE REAL REASON I DIDN'T WANT TO DO YOUR STUPID EVENT? BECAUSE THE LAST TIME SOMEONE SAW ME DOING MAGIC, THEY SCREAMED AT ME. AT LEAST TEN PEOPLE SCREAMED SLURS AT ME. THE REASON PEOPLE LIKE MAGIC, LIKE YOU BEING A WITCH IS BECAUSE THEY THINK IT'S BRAVE. THEY KNOW YOU WON'T HURT THEM. But me? The scary witch? Obviously I want to kill their family. Why wouldn't I? I'm evil by nature.” Damien choked out a sob, “I never had a choice. I never wanted this.”

And with that, he turned and ran out of the room.

Monica went to follow him but was quickly snagged by Will. “Leave him be, Mon.”

“But I feel bad!” She protested, “I need to apologize!”

“I know you do. But he needs space. You can apologize when he's ready for you.” Will assured her.

“Will you tell him I'm sorry?” Monica asked, “I didn't know. I thought… I thought I had made a difference.”

“You have. But the war is still a fresh wound and hate will always exist.”

“Well… tell Damien that I'm so, so sorry.”

Chapter Text

Dani stared at Nico's corpse, “Sorry, Spirit. But I couldn't stand to keep him around.”

Dani gasped, struggling to catch her breath as she began to shake uncontrollably. “No…” She whispered, grabbing a pillow. “No… it didn't… I… no…”

When Nico woke up and checked his phone he had 13 missed calls from Dani.

“Oh no.” He pressed call back and Dani picked up on the first ring.

“Nico? I- I had a dream last night where I… killed you.”

“Oh.” He opened his fridge and pulled out a banana before sitting on the couch.

“Did I… did I hurt you badly?” She asked hesitantly, “When I was queen?”

“... No. Not badly enough to make me fear you.”

“But… I hurt you?”

“Well… you did. But I never cared. I didn't mind.”

“Did I ever try to kill you?”

Nico paused, running his thumb over the scar on his neck. “... No. No, you didn't.”

“... I'm sorry. For hurting you.”

“It's alright, Dans.”

Chapter Text

“Why does my mom want to meet with me?” Will asked, “DAMIEN, WHY THE FUCK DOES SHE WANT TO MEET WITH ME!?”

“Love, calm the hell down. It's probably fine.” Damien reassured him, placing a hand on his arm.

Will nodded, taking a few breaths. “Yeah, yeah. She's probably just going to call me a failure.”

Damien raised an eyebrow, “That's your definition of fine?”

“Yes! I was emotionally abused, you know this.”

“Right, well, I can come in with you if you'd like. Emotional support and all that…” Damien offered awkwardly.

Will nodded, “Yeah. As long as you don't mind.”

Damien grabbed Will's hand and they began walking towards the meeting room. Once they got there, Damien let go of Will. “You go in first, I'll follow you in a second.”

Will shook his head. “Please! Please, what if she's mad cause I did something wrong? Please, come in with me.” He begged desperately.

Damien looked at him and for a minute he saw a glimpse of the scared little kid who would run to him every time his parents visited, begging Damien to hide him. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. Let's go.”

They sat across from Will's mom, she noticed Damien but decided it was best not to comment on it. “So, William…”

Will tensed and Damien rested his head on Will's shoulder. “I'm right here, love.” He whispered.

Will gave a small nod, leaning his head against Damien's. “Yes, mother?”

“Listen, I'm not… sure how to say this.” She laughed slightly, “I just… some things are hard to say.”

Will nodded. “Y-yeah.”

“But I just, I felt like I should say… I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to- your dad-” She sighed, “No, I shouldn't be making excuses. Listen, what I'm trying to say is I'm so sorry. I was a terrible mother to you, you deserved better.”

Will's eyes widened in shock, “Wh-what?”

Damien, also rather shocked, sat up.

“I… I let your dad say horrible things to you, hell, I said horrible things. And I know it messed you up. I'm actually glad that you brought… Damien… with you today.”

“You didn't need to say his name like that.” Will pointed out.

“Yes, well… I just wanted to thank him. He's really the only one who was there for you.”

“I'm literally right here.” Damien said, “But of course, I love him.”

Will's mom nodded. “Right. That should be all then. Maybe I'll see you another time?”

Will smiled slightly, “Yeah. Maybe.”

Chapter Text

Damien and Will had decided to tell Dorian and Dani some stories for fun.

“REALLY!?” Dani asked, shocked, “She got boiled?”

Will nodded, “Almost!”

“And of course by a witch who looked like me.” Dorian muttered, “She has a type, I'll give her that.”

“Oh, there was also this one time, we were at a party, AS A COUPLE mind you, and the entire time we were there she was checking out some random dude, around Damien's age I think.”

Damien nodded, “A year younger.”

“Right, so he was, like 14 or 15 or something. And Monica was 10 or 11, right? So the guy obviously wasn't into her.”

“I think he was gay.” Damien interjected. “Either way, definitely not into her. But he was single and she thought she had a chance.”

Will nodded, continuing, “And apparently he might've been gay, which makes this even better. But basically, she was asking me if she should make a move on him and I was like, “Girl, I'm your boyfriend, shut up.” but that didn't really stop her because she proceeded to CHUG A WHOLE 2 GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE AND WALK UP TO HIM.”

Dani’s jaw dropped, “SHE DIDN'T.”

Damien grinned, “Will and I were just watching in abject horror, it was beautiful.” He said, “AND THEN SHE JUST KISSED HIM!”

“NO PICK UP LINE!” Will added.

“NOTHING!”

“MY DUDE GOT VIOLATED!” Will cried, trying not to laugh, “And then she came back to me and asked if I thought he liked her! But then she puked on me and that was less funny.”

“I would just like to add that while all this was happening, the guy looked at me, absolutely horrified, and asked if I could show him where the bathroom was. I did and he literally washed his mouth.”

“Oh god, I hope he's okay.” Dani said, mildly concerned.

“We could text him I guess.” Damien said, “I think I still have his number, he was at a lot of our parties.”

“Wait, send him a picture and ask if he remembers us!” Will suggested.

“Okay,” Damien pulled out his phone, “Get closer.”

Will scooted closer and grinned.

“Ready?” Damien asked, “3… 2… 1…”

At the last second Will turned and gave Damien a kiss on the cheek.

“WILL!” Damien laughed, “Stop that!”

“Fine, we'll take a new picture.” Will smiled again and Damien took the picture.

“There we go.” Damien said, “Dani, Dorian. Come over here.”

They all gathered around Damien's phone as he sent the photo.

You: 20250710_101051.jpg

You: Remember us?

The 4 waited for a few minutes until eventually Damien's phone chimed.

+1 555-563-9660: No?

+1 555-563-9660: WAIT

+1 555-563-9660: ARE YOU THE SERVANT 

+1 555-563-9660: OMG HI

You: Hi

+1 555-563-9660: Who's the other guy

+1 555-563-9660: He's the prince right

You: Yeah 

+1 555-563-9660: Where's the pink one

Will grabbed the phone and cackled. “I'm gonna send the other picture!”

“NO.”

You: 1751945743617.jpg

You: Out of the picture  

+1 555-563-9660: GAY 

+1 555-563-9660: I assume it's pretty secret?

+1 555-563-9660: Cause of the kingdom u live in.

You: Yeah 

+1 555-563-9660: Anyways he seems cool

+1 555-563-9660: Even tho I always avoided him after the pink one violated me

+1 555-563-9660: Here's mine

+1 555-563-9660: 59568_uaBym7Pb.png

You: Oh nice 

You: I remember the balls in your kingdom 

+1 555-563-9660: Oh those were AWESOME 

+1 555-563-9660: Although in retrospect I think my parents thought we were dating…

You: Oh

You: I mean I definitely liked you

You: Still tho

+1 555-563-9660: lmao, me too

+1 555-563-9660: Also since I know ur bf is probably reading over your shoulder 

+1 555-563-9660: Don't worry, prince, I don't like him anymore 

You: My little siblings are also reading this 

+1 555-563-9660: u have siblings?

You: Yeah, twins

You: A boy and a girl

+1 555-563-9660: Nice.

+1 555-563-9660: Well, I’d better go 

+1 555-563-9660: What's ur name by the way?

+1 555-563-9660: I forgot 

You: Damien

+1 555-563-9660: Nice

+1 555-563-9660: Florian

You: Cool 

+1 555-563-9660: Nice talking to you again!

You: Yeah

Damien turned to Dani, “Yeah he's fine.”

“Cool.” She went back to her spot on the floor, “Now tell us more stories!”

Chapter Text

His hiding place had been discovered. What on earth was he going to do now? Fresh tears welled up in his eyes as he tried desperately to hide the tear tracks running down his face. If people found out about the alcove under the stairwell being his hiding place during balls they'd find a way to lock it.
The thought caused a fresh wave of panic to wash over him and he felt his breathing speed up.
"Sorry, could you please acknowledge me?" The voice asked, "It's kind of awkward when you don't."
Damien slowly turned to look at the voice and was surprised to see a small blonde boy crouching at the entrance. "You're... Little."
The boy laughed, "Of course I am, I'm only 10! Could I come in?"
"... Okay." Damien scooted over to make room for the boy.
"Thank you! I don't like parties."
Damien nodded, "They get drunk and step on me. It's really scary."
"Yeah! My name's Florian!" The boy grinned, "Who are you?"
Damien smiled slightly, "My name's Damien.”
“That's a good name.” Florian said, “My parents almost named me Gabriel and I coulda gone by Gabe but they didn't.”
“I like the name Florian, it's very pretty.” Damien told him.
“Thank you. Which kingdom are you from?”
“Oh… I'm a butler.” Damien confessed.
“Oh! I'm a prince. Who's the prince here?”
“William, I can take you to meet him if you want.”
“Yea!”
The two left the alcove and Damien found Will. “Will! I have someone who wants to meet you!” He announced.
“Wow, he looks young.” Florian whispered, “Younger than me!”
Damien nodded, “He's 8.”
“Oh, hi Dames! I mean… Hello, Damien. Who is that?”
“This is Florian. He's a prince too.”
Florian stuck out a hand and Will shook it. “Nice to meet you.”
Monica ran up and Florian turned to Damien, “She looks really young!” He whispered.
Damien nodded, “She’s only 6.”
Florian crouched down to Monica's level, “Hello there, sweetie. Are you the princess?” He asked softly, “It's very nice to meet you, my name is Florian.”
“You talk funny.” She said bluntly.
He laughed, “That's because I am still learning English.” He explained, “My teacher says I am very good at it but I still don't know how to be proper. I will learn eventually though, I'm still young.”
“Oh. Are you French? Do you speak French? I speak French, I have to learn it because I'm a princess.”
“No, I don't speak French. Nor do I intend to learn it.”
“Oh.” Monica looked a bit disappointed, “I learn French and they tried to teach Will French but he was really bad at it so they tried to teach him Spanish but he's really dumb so he failed and now they're teaching him sign language which my mommy said is actually really helpful because if somebody is deaf then he can talk to them and understand them and see what they need and that's something that they didn't have before. What do you have to learn?”
Florian laughed, “English. We speak Dutch in my kingdom.”
“Oh right. Well I gotta go to bed now, I jus’ came to say goodnight to Will. Goodnight!” She then ran off.
“Anyways, nice to meet you Florian.” Will said, “I hope to be invited to your kingdom's balls.”
“Yes, and I'm happy to have been invited.”
“Thank you for attending.” Will smiled at him before disappearing into the crowd.

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“Will, don't be a bother!”

“Monica, please!” He begged, “Just for the weekend.”

“No!” She fumed, “I don't like you like that!”

“It's not that hard to pretend for two days! Why can't you just suck it up!?” He demanded, “This is our duty!”

“BECAUSE,” Monica shouted, “IT'S NOT RIGHT!” She paused, “Oh, and by the way, marrying me isn't enough to make you perfect. You'll never be able to do your so-called duty, even if you marry me.”

As she turned around and left, Will felt his eyes fill up with tears.

No, no, no. Fuck, I can't cry, that will just prove she's right. What do I do, what do I do?

Will turned and ran.

Where am I going? Doesn't matter, I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.

Eventually, Will found himself under his bed calmly having a panic attack. 

He heard the door open and his heart stopped, someone was looking for him. “Okay, good lu- WHAT THE FUCK!?” The mystery person screamed and Will heard a crash.

Wait… I know that voice.

Will rolled out from under the bed and sure enough, there was a terrified Damien.

“WILL, YOU GAVE ME A-” Damien paused and his face softened, “Hey, what's wrong? Monica told me you guys fought, she went looking for you. I was supposed to wait here to see if you came back.”

Will managed a tearful laugh. “Oh. Well, you found me.” He joked.

“So what happened? Monica told me she said something that might've crossed a line. Was it about your dad visiting?”

Will's heart rate spiked and he hid his face before Damien could see him cry.

Right. Dad's coming. He's gonna find out. He's gonna know I'm a failure. He's gonna yell at me, he's gonna-

“Hey, hey, hey! Come on, don't panic! Will?” 

No response.

“Will, can you hear me?” Damien crouched next to him.

Will nodded.

“Okay good. Talk to me.”

Will shook his head, whimpering slightly.

“Why not?” Damien tentatively placed a hand on Will's back. When he didn't shrink away, Damien scooched closer and gave him a hug, “I'm not going to judge or get mad at you.”

Will dug his nails into his arms and whined.

“Hey! Hey, calm down.” Damien said, “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. What's wrong?”

Will simply screamed in frustration before falling silent. After a few minutes he finally managed a small, “C… an’t. Talk. … Panic… a-a- a…” Will trailed off.

Understanding dawned on Damien, “Oh.”

Will whimpered, nodding. He cuddled into Damien's arms.

“Hey, don't worry. It's alright. I understand. I can wait. Do you want to try some ways to calm down?” Damien asked, accepting his advances.

Will shook his head and relaxed in Damien's arms. He began to stop hyperventilating as Damien rubbed his back, “You're gonna be alright. It's okay. We'll figure something out.”

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Day 1

Damien yawned, leaning against Will, “I'm tired.”

“How come?”

Damien shrugged, “I dunno.”

“Are you getting sick?” Will asked.

Damien immediately straightened, “No! No, I'm fine.”

Day 2

“Okay and now we just need to schedule the meeting for Monday and-”

“Damien, I'm so sorry,” Monica interrupted, “But what the fuck is wrong with your voice? Are you sick?”

“Language.” He rasped, “I’m fine. It's just… pollen allergies.”

Will laughed, “What pollen? Dames, it’s January.”

“Whatever. I'm fine.”

“You sound like your voice box got sent through a wood chipper.” Monica pointed out, “Go back to bed.”

“No, I feel great. I'm g-” Damien froze, “Well shit.” He rasped, reaching higher notes than Mariah Carey, “I just lost my fucking voice.”

Day 3

Damien and Monica sat in the board room, waiting for the others to arrive. Damien had his knees drawn to his chest and was shivering.

“Damien, are you alright?” Monica asked, concern etched across her face.

“I'm fine. Definitely have a fever. But it's not that bad.”

Monica laughed in horror, “Damien, go to bed.”

“No.”

“You have a fever!”

“A minor one. And I'm wearing a mask so no one's gonna get sick from me.”

The two sat in silence for a moment before Damien spoke up, “Monica?”

“Yeah?”

“I feel like shit.”

“Leave. Go find Will. I'll tell them you're both sick. Just please, take care of yourself. Before you collapse.”

Just then, Will arrived. “Hey guys.”

“Oh thank God. Will, take your mess of a boyfriend to bed. He's got a freaking fever and still won't go to bed!”

“No problem.” Will picked Damien up, “Call us in sick for the meeting.”

“‘M fine.” Damien slurred, “Meeting’s gonna start soon.”

“I'll tell them you're sick. Make sure he actually sleeps or something.”

“I will. Thanks Moni.” Will left and began sneaking Damien to his and Monica's room.

“Come on, lay down,” Will told him gently, “You're not missing anything important, it's about finances.”

“Mph.” Damien reluctantly sat on the bed and Will sat down next to him.

“Let's watch something. Try and sleep, okay, Fairy?”

Damien cuddled up against Will, “...Fine.” He mumbled, “I love you.”

Will froze, “I… I love you too.” He whispered, “I'm sorry I'm so bad at saying so.”

When he got no response, he looked at Damien and found he was asleep. “Ah. Goodnight then.”

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“Even if you did abandon us.” Dorian mumbled.

Damien's face turned a bit pink and he looked at the ground, guilt casing his features.

“Dames…” Will began worriedly.

“No, I got this.” Damien interrupted him, his voice cold. “Wait outside. Tell Dani and Monica not to come in once they get back.”

“Damien… are you gonna kill your brother?” Will joked nervously.

Damien rolled his eyes, “Of course not, silly. Now leave.”

Will left and closed the door behind him to give them some privacy.

Damien crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, “So are we gonna move past this? I was a CHILD. Moreover, I probably would have taken you guys if I could have. But it's not like I planned to run away. I had to get away immediately before dad could kill me. And if I had called you guys to come with, I guarantee you wouldn't have. You were scared of me. You can't be mad that I didn't tell your 5 year old selves about all the bad stuff. I assumed you'd eventually figure it out like I did.”

Damien sighed, his tone softening, “Listen, I know you're a teenage boy. I know that means your brain is still shit at thinking about other people. I know you've been taught to hate me. But you know me now. And you know I'm not a bad person. So let's not take everything out on me, okay?”

“... Okay.” Dorian agreed, “And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for blaming you for everything that goes wrong, it's not your fault. I bet you already feel pretty guilty about leaving us, huh?”

Damien nodded.

“I'm really sorry for making it worse. That wasn't fair.” Dorian stuck out his hand, “So will you forgive me?”

“Yes.” Damien went to shake his hand but Dorian pulled him into a hug instead.

“God damn it, I really need to stop falling for that.” He mumbled.

“Aw come on,” Dorian teased, “You know you love it.”

“I don't, actually.” Damien scowled, squirming his way out of the hug.

“Oh come on, William hugs you all the time!”

“That's different, he's my boyfriend.” Damien retorted.

“Oh, so you love him more than me?” Dorian challenged, earning an eyebrow raise from Damien. “Right, sorry. I heard it.”

“Good. Now to answer your question, do you love Monica more than me?”

Dorian blushed and Damien laughed. “Exactly.”

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“Are you alright?” Will asked.

Monica was away on “business” (staying with the twins of course) and he had managed to sneak Damien into his room.

Damien paused, staring up at the ceiling, “Yeah. Yeah. I feel… relieved I guess. Like the guilt might finally go away. I'm actually really happy.”

Will felt anxiety rising in his chest. No, no, no, you don't have to be scared every time he's happy anymore. You don't need to think like that now. Please, just in case. I have to ask, I have to at least tell him how much I love him. No, you can't make this weird. Don't ask, don't-

“I love you, Fairy.”

Damien laughed, “I love you too, dumbass.”

Ask. Ask now. Just do it. Now. Please, I need to know he's okay. You. Can't. Don't ruin his mood.

Will was pulled out of his thoughts by Damien cuddling up against his chest. “Come on, let's get some rest.”

Will nodded and lay there, staring into space. Eventually, he felt Damien's breathing slow and knew he was asleep.

Maybe it really is okay.

The next morning, Will woke up to someone brushing his hair out of his face. “Morning, sleepyhead. You've been resting for a while.” Damien greeted him.

“Really?” He mumbled, “What time is it?”

“It's 9:03, love. But don't worry, I scheduled a half day off for you today.”

“Thanks, Dami. I love you.”

Damien laughed warmly, “I love you too.” He leaned in and gave Will a light kiss, which the king gladly returned.

“I'm so glad I brought home the fairy I found in the forest.” Will whispered.

“And I'm so glad you found me.” Damien replied.

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Will moaned, pressing a hand to his head, “I regret every life choice I’ve- owww- ever made.”

“I told you not to drink.” Damien pointed out, passing him a glass of water and sitting down next to him on the bed.

Will leaned against Damien, “Yeah but we've established that I lack critical thinking skills.” He whimpered, taking a drink.

Damien ran a hand through Will's hair, “You won't earn my pity you know.”

Will stayed silent, leaning into Damien's touch. “I know.”

Damien sighed, “Why do you do this to yourself? And don't say it makes you happy in the process, you aren't exactly a happy drunk.” 

Will sighed, curling up into Damien's side, “I'm not exactly a happy person.”

“Aww, Will. I know.”

“I forget all the stuff I'm not supposed to do. And then I can just be sad in peace. Without worrying about how pr- kings aren't supposed to cry or…” His voice dropped to a raspy whisper, “like… men. Or witches.”

Damien pulled Will into a hug, “Well… you're the king now. You make the rules. You get to decide what you can and can't do.”

Will smiled into Damien's chest, “I love you, Dames. I'm really sorry I can't say it too often.

“Don't be sorry, dumbass. I understand. I love you too.”

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“William, honey, stop." 

"But this is important! How do I know I'm not taking advantage of him, how do I know he's not just some Monica replacement!?”

Will's mom sighed, “Now why on earth would you think that?" 

Will paused, ‘Don’t say it, don't say it, don't say it, do-’ “That's all I know how to think. You taught me I only love Monica. You taught me it was destiny. You taught me I'd never love another person like I love her. You taught me this. This is your fault." ‘You fucking idiot, you said it! Why would you go and say the f word, now she's gonna-’

“Oh my god," she said, voice soft, “I broke you."

‘...What?’

“I'm so sorry, William. I truly am. Love who you want to, be who you want to be. You're perfect, I shouldn't have tried to fashion you into a bitter crusty old man like your father. You don't need to be the perfect king, be whatever king you want to be. But not Edgar, he's useless." 

Will laughed dryly, “Bit late to change my whole mental wiring." 

“You're young. There's time. Until then, I love you. But more importantly, Damien loves you. And I know you love him." 

Will smiled, " Goodbye, mom.”

"Bye, William.”