#mayor damien x female reader

[manebioniclegali]

Coming Up Roses

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Damien surprises you after your performance.

Word count: 1053, fluff

(a/n: this has actually been sitting for a while bc i didn’t like the beginning paragraph when I first wrote it, so it had to go thru some revisions that took way too long to get to lol (plus, figuring out a title took a while. Still not sure about it but oh well). Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy!)

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Performance jitters linger while you bound out from backstage, searching amongst the crowd milling in the aisles of the theatre for familiar faces. As you ford through the throng of people, acquaintances interrupt their conversations to congratulate you as you pass, and you respond in delighted surprise. It’s harder to see now that you’re amongst everyone else, faces blending together, but eventually you spot a certain someone standing by his seat in the aisle. You gasp and practically run over to the man you’re happiest to see. “Damien! I didn’t think you’d make it!”

Damien passes his cane to his other hand so he can bring you in for a hug, smile bright and warm. You barely keep yourself from melting in his embrace. “Of course I would! I wouldn’t miss watching my girl perform.”

My girl. Your heart flutters, face warming pleasantly. You’re not used to it yet; part of you hopes it never happens. Thankfully, with your face hidden in his chest, he can’t see your blush, and you’re mostly certain it’s gone by the time you pull away.

“Plus,” he continues, leaning in conspiratorially, “I had Marjorie cover for me.” He grins boyishly, and you can’t help but grin back.

“Good. I owe her one,” you half joke. At the very least, you’ll have to offer your gratitude. “How much did you get to see?”

“Most of it. Darling, you were brilliant.”

Your expression grows bashful. “Oh, come on, now.”

“No, really.” Damien brushes his thumb across your cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

Bashful turns to pure shyness, but you’re so glad he thinks that, more warmth blooming in your chest. “Thank you.”

“But of course.” He kisses your forehead. “You deserve it.”

You’re blushing again, but he’s glancing around the room, thankfully oblivious to it. Actually, you think he looks at the seat first, as if there was supposed to be something there. “Is there anyone else you’d like to speak with? Do you want to go find who you were talking with beforehand?”

You shake your head. “Just some people I know. I wasn’t in conversation long, I can always talk with them later.”

“Good.” Damien smiles, and you think he’s relieved. “We can leave, then, if you like.”

You take a moment to think about it, thrown off by how quickly he’s considering leaving, but you really have nothing else keeping you here if he wants to chat elsewhere. “…Sure!”

“Alright. Let me go find a valet to pull the car around.”

You nod. “Mm-hm. That’ll give me time to get my things from backstage and see if the director needs anything else from us.”

“Good.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll meet you outside.”

You nod again, trying to keep a stupid grin from meandering across your face. “Alright.”

Damien gives you one last smile and heads out of the theatre, while you all but skip back to your dressing room.

~*~*~*~

Damien’s car pulls in just as you make it to the sidewalk, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would have been embarrassed if you had kept him waiting; some of the people backstage had wanted to chat, and you entertained them as long as you could before your anstiness took over. Damien gets out of the backseat once the car is parked, and the valet opens the trunk before handing the keys off to Damien. You take that as your cue to hand your things to the valet, who places them carefully in the trunk, although you do the honors with some pieces that need careful positioning.

Once you’re done with that, Damien comes around to open the door for you, and you dip your head with a “Thank you,” sliding into the passenger seat. You pay no mind to the rear driver’s side door opening and closing, instead looking out the window at the building you just left. Upon hearing the actual driver’s door open, you turn towards him, only to see a large bouquet of various flowers before you. A gasp flies from you. “Oh, Damien!”

Damien’s smiling face pokes out from behind the arrangement. “Here you are, my dear.”

Mouth open, you take the flowers from him, staring down at them. “Oh. Wow. They’re really for me?”

He nods. “Yes. I meant to give them to you right after the show, but in my hurry to get in and see you, it slipped my mind.” He chuckles. “Thankfully the night is mild.”

Delicately, you brush your hand against the petals. There has to be a dozen, maybe more. It’s probably the largest bouquet you’ve ever seen. And it’s all for you… “Oh…”

“I barely managed to snag the last decent bunch from the florist before they closed.” Damien pauses a moment. You’ve just been staring at the flowers. “You do like them?” he asks, softer.

“Oh, yes, absolutely.” You look over, eyes shiny. “It’s just…” You trail off, gaze dropping back down, and your voice picks up quieter than his was. “I’ve never had a partner get me flowers before…”

You don’t need to see him to feel the disbelief emanating from him. “What? You’ve never…?” He cups your face and turns it towards him again. “Darling, this is an injustice of the highest order, and I will not stand for it. You deserve all the flowers in the world and more.”

You can’t hide the water collecting at your lids, but you hope the darkness obscures it. “Damien…”

He quiets you with a kiss, sudden but soft and tender. A tear rolls down your cheek without your permission, and he brushes it away with his thumb after his lips leave yours. “I would buy you flowers every week—no, every day if it made you happy.”

You giggle, even through the threat of more tears. “I think every day is a bit much.”

“Regardless.” Damien kisses your forehead. “I am going to right this wrong, starting now. I believe I am already on that path.” He smiles at you, and it warms you from the inside out. “Now, let’s get you home.”

You nod and settle into your seat, cradling the bouquet against you and wiping away the remnants of melancholy. The car starts with a rumble, and Damien’s hand finds yours briefly, squeezing it before moving to the shifter and pulling away from the curb.

[room027]

dating damien the mayor headcanons ! (damien x female reader) <3

rating: sfw

cw,tw: none :)

He leaves you for a man

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Masterlist + DNIs

Side blog: @antisepticeye-simp @pigeon-detector @mostdefinitelyjackieboyman @darkiplier-simp

Green = Will do/Interact

Yellow = May not do/Thin ice

Red: Will not do/Do not Interact

I will do:

Markiplier egos

Jacksepticeye egos

Yandere stuff

Polyamory stuff

X reader stories

Enemies to lovers

Fantasy AUs (exg: Vampire Darkiplier x Reader)

Female Readers

Gender Neutral Readers

Male Readers

Semi spicy/suggestive stuff

Interact:

Markiplier fans

Jacksepticeye fans

BATIM fans

FNAF fans

LGBTQ+ and/or allies

Crankgameplays fans

Natewantstobattle fans

Amyplier lovers (Mark x Amy)

Cat lovers

I might do:

FNAF x reader stories (Human characters only)

Smut

Crankgameplays egos (I don't know much about his egos but I'll do my best to research about them)

Natewantstobattle egos (Same as the above)

Thin Ice:

MHA fans

Harry Potter fans

Will NOT do under any circumstance:

Incest

Ships (egoxego)

Youtuber ships (Septiplier, crankiplier, whatever. Shipping real people is weird as fuck unless they're okay with it or are actually dating.)

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

Watersports

Scat

Heavy pet play

Parent kinks

Heavy breeding kink

Dub-con

Abuse of any kind

DNI:

Religious people

Septiplier/Crankiplier shippers

Cat haters

People who like shotacons/lolicons

Proshippers

Racists

Homophobes

Transphobes

JK Rowling supporters/defenders

FANDOMS:

(Some of this is dead dove, be aware)

Markiplier egos:

Googleplier:

Beautiful (Yandere Googeplier x Gender Neutral reader || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Perfection (Part 2 of 'Beautiful' || TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/ IMPLIED BODILY MUTILATION)

Murdock:

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Wilford Warfstache:

Confession (Wilford Warfstache x GN! Reader || TWs: None)

Illinois Jones:

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, PROLOUGE

Illinois Jones & the quest for the shadow sapphire, Part 1

Heist! Mark:

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Mayor Damien:

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Darkiplier:

Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader || TWs: None)

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader || TW: Petrification)

Welcome Home, PROLOGUE (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 1 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 2 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 3 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 5 (Darkiplier x reader)

Welcome Home, Part 4 (Darkiplier x reader|| TW: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / IMPLIED DRUGGING)

Welcome home, Part 6 (Darkiplier x reader||TW: MURDER/IMPLIED LIGHT VIOLENCE)

Pains (Werewolf! Darkiplier x GN! reader || TWs: None)

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Head Engineer Mark:

Confident (Head Engineer Mark x reader)

Yancy:

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Annus:

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Septic Egos

Antisepticeye:

Panic Attack (Antisepticeye x reader || Platonic || TWs: Panic attack/ mentions of arguing)

Date night (Darkiplier x reader x Antisepticeye || Polyamorous || TWs: Very light fighting between Dark and Anti, mentions of blood)

Jameson Jackson:

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Chase Brody:

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Shawn Flynn:

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Jackieboyman:

Gratitude (Jackieboy Man x Reader x Darkiplier) || Part 1 || TWs: None ||

Marvin the magnificent:

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Robbie the zombie:

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Henrik Von Schneeplestein:

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Mad Mike:

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PSA: Don't touch Freddy. please./j

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I think that should be it for fandoms and characters. I'll add more to this in the future.

[spookyold-saintjm]

Pieces of You - Part 3

Mayor Damien x reader

| Part One |  | Part Two |

Warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of death

Word Count: 1,750

Series Summary: Damien is your world, and you are his light. One night, just shy of the long-awaited evening on which he’s planned to ask for your hand in marriage, he goes out for a poker night reunion with old friends at the Markiplier manor. He doesn’t come back.

a/n: Damien isn’t REALLY in this one because...well, you know. But there’s a cute little bit in there to make up for the pain. A couple more parts left to this one so stay tuned! Comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the tag list. x

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Damien was missing.

The morning following the party, you woke up to find Damien’s half of the bed still cold. You had expected as much, though, knowing that he would wait to sleep off whatever he’d drank that night before attempting to come home. You didn’t think much of it as you went about your day, running a couple errands before coming home to relax and read for the remainder of your day off.

  When the late afternoon rolled around, you began to wonder where he might be. Perhaps the boys had decided on spending the day together at the manor, as well? You looked up Mark’s number in Damien’s contact book, but there was no answer when you called. None the second or third time, either.

You began to get worried. Night had begun to fall, and still no sign of him. You were temped to try to head out to the manor yourself to check in on them, but you didn’t want to pry. That, and a tug somewhere deep in the back of your mind told you that it was the wrong decision to make. You went to bed alone again that night, after another call, but you didn’t fall asleep.

When the light of the next morning disturbed you from the small phase of rest you had finally fallen into, you were alone again. And now, you were concerned. You showed up to work with your eyelids heavy and shoulders tight, almost frantic in your requests for the situation to be addressed immediately.

It turned out, Mark himself had also gone missing, as well as those staffed at the manor. The DA and the detective, too. Even the Colonel. Everyone who had been at the party that night had disappeared without a trace. Everyone went straight to work in the hunt for them, but there wasn’t much to go on.

You weren’t the biggest fan of Damien’s sister, Celine. Your relationship had always been a bit tense, at best. You knew that most of your disagreements stemmed for her deep love for her twin brother, her desire to protect him; nevertheless, despite your hesitancies toward each other, you tolerated one  another for Damien’s sake.

She was perhaps the last hope in finding out what had happened, if her abilities were to be believed, so you gave her a call. When she didn’t answer, you drove out to confront her, face-to-face.

She wasn’t home. And you had the creeping suspicion that she hadn’t been for some time.

Gone. They were all just…gone.

And you were left to pick up the pieces.

—

Your eyelids were heavy as you sifted through ever-growing piles of paperwork at your desk. With the absence of the DA, positions had changed, work had been redistributed, and you were busier than ever. Not that you minded. The extra work was a distraction, a reason to spend a couple extra hours in your office instead of spending yet another long night at home alone.

Friends had reached out, of course; a couple of your closest had let you know there was always an open bed or couch at their place on the nights that sleeping in your house alone was too much. You had yet to take any of them up on their offer.

Coworkers, too, and those who worked with Damien had all tried their best to band together in light of his, as well as the DA’s, absence. You acknowledged that you weren’t the only one hurting by the disappearances, that you couldn’t simply shut down and give up on the responsibilities now on your shoulders, that you needed to be there for others just as much as you needed them…

But Damien was gone. Damien. The man who had somehow wrestled his way into your heart, who had become your absolute everything. And, so far, there wasn’t a sign of him ever coming back.

A light knock at your door finally registered in your mind, and you slowly lifted your head and peered to see one of the young interns standing outside your door. You waved her in with a heavy hand, and the door opened with a soft click.

  “Afternoon.” She nodded her head slightly in greeting, her hands grasping a cream-colored folder. “How are you?”

It was a question you hated more than anything now, but you knew she meant well. “I’m just fine.” You reached a hand out toward her as she neared your desk, and muttered thanks as you took the folder from her.

“That’s good,” the girl answered, her voice slightly higher with the uncertainty peeking through her voice. She gestured toward the file that you now held in your hands. “I hope this is what you were looking for.” 

You flicked through the papers contained inside the file with an affirming nod. “Yes, this will be helpful.” You looked back up to the girl, an intern who had been with the DA’s office for a little over a year now. She was one of the top of her class and in her final year of university, which meant she only had a few more weeks left in the office. You felt a pang of guilt that you had just remembered the fact; these last couple months, you’d hardly spoken to her at all, and you had realized how quiet she’d grown around you.

You nodded with a forced smile. “Thank you.” 

She reached to straighten her glasses on one side, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks and her eyes shifting down toward your desk as she somewhat stuttered through her next words. “I, um…I know there’s really nothing that I can do to help…but I just, wanted you to know—”

“I know.” You politely stopped her, laying down the file and laying a hand flat across your desk. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

It was always like this. No one quite knew what to say. Your relationship with Damien was no secret; he couldn’t have kept quiet about it if he tried. Your friendships with the DA and the detective were well-known in the office, as well, and to lose them all at once had been more than you’d thought you could handle. 

Somehow, you were still hanging on, taking things a day at a time. Only because you held on to the hope that someday, they would come back. One day Damien would come home. 

He had to.

—

“What do you think of this one?”

Damien stepped out from behind the door of the private fitting room in the back of the shop, revealing the deep blue suit jacket and pants he’d chosen to try on next, his crisp white shirt underneath. He was still straightening the lapels of the jacket as he emerged, eagerly anticipating your thoughts.

You fanned yourself, only half-jokingly. “Why, Mayor. You’re looking exceptionally handsome.” 

Damien couldn’t have hidden the sudden rush of faintest pink to his cheeks even if he’d tried. After all this time, you still made him feel as flushed with overwhelming affection as you had when you’d first, and finally, agreed to date him.

“You said that about the last two,” he replied with a teasing roll of his eyes, an effort to recover himself as he turned toward the mirror that occupied one entire wall in the room. “This dinner is a big deal, you know.” 

You stepped over, throwing your arms around his middle and lightly resting your head on his shoulder as you looked into the mirror with him. “Well, I meant it all three times. But I think this is the one.” 

Damien’s uncertain smile widened to match yours, knowing you were right. “Alright then.” 

He turned to press a light kiss to the top of your head. “But I still won’t come anywhere close to looking as stunning as you, my love.”

You smiled down at the photo you’d used as a bookmark for ages; a Polaroid picture of you and Damien, in the very suit you’d picked out for him, standing at the foot of a spiral staircase at some event you couldn’t even recall the purpose of. But you could remember the Friday night itself as if it were just last week.

And yet another Friday night had come. 

Some others in the office had invited you to come out for some drinks; the week had been long and loaded down with work, and everyone was in need of a much-deserved break. You politely declined, instead insisting you just needed go home and rest your eyes for a while.

Besides, if you were going to drink, you could drink at home just fine.

You were well into a bottle of wine, curled up on your couch in the living room as you blankly stared at the mindless sitcom playing on your tv. It had originally only been background noise for you as you prepared to dive back into a novel you’d been trying to finish for weeks, but it wasn’t lock before your eyes were crossing and the words became hazy, both from the alcohol in your system and the seemingly never-ending weight of exhaustion that pulled you down deeper underneath the bundle of blankets you’d thrown over yourself. 

You had leaned forward to the coffee table in front of you, preparing to pour yourself another glass of the dark liquid you heard the distinct rumble of a car engine just outside the house. You froze as you listened, then quickly sat down the bottle and threw the blankets off of your body when the sound abruptly stopped. Someone was out there.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, didn’t want to assume, but your heart was regardless beating almost faster than your body could keep up with as you scrambled toward the door, barefoot and hair disheveled with the distinct red eyes of someone who had been crying, looking an absolute mess…

But however you must have appeared, the man at your door looked at least twice as rough. 

You could hardly choke out his name.

“Abe?”

You had a hundred, a thousand questions. But you couldn’t bring yourself to utter a single word further, bile suddenly thick and burning in your throat.

Where’s Damien. Where is he. 

The detective sniffed, his eyes wired and pleading as he took off his hat and slowly wrung it between his hands as you stared numbly back at him. 

“We need to talk.”

-

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Requestlist and Masterlist (Requests closed)

Hello there. If you made it this far, congratulations:)

This is my Masterlist and also every listed Fandom is open for Requests(X-Reader Oneshots, Headcannons).

You may request whatever you want, but here are some Rules, you should respect or I Will refuse your request:

REQUESTS TEMPORARILY CLOSED

-No homophobia

-no racism

-no body shaming

-pls don't bring politics into this

-incels and misogynists can fuck off

-No incest

-I don't write AUs

-I will not write smut for underage characters

->I will not age up characters to write smut for them

-I will not write Somnophilia or anything where a character  is not giving consent first

-I will not write anything with daddy/mommy kink, piss kink, foot fetish(no kink shaming but I just don't want to write it)

Just comment here or dm me personally.

You can request male!reader, female!reader, gn!reader

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Current requests

Here is the request list/Masterlist :

Marvel :

-Bucky Barnes x male!reader[[TFATWS/MCU]]

-Steve Rogers x male!reader[[MCU]]

-Druig x fem!reader Part 1[[Eternals/MCU]]

-Druig x fem!reader Part 2[[Eternals/MCU]]

-Namor x fem!reader[[Black Panther 2/MCU]]

-Matt Murdock x fem!reader[[Daredevil]]

-Matt Murdock x fem!reader[[Daredevil]]

-Frank Castle x gn!reader [[The Punisher]]

-Hobie Brown x fem!reader [[Spider-Man:ATSV]]

-Miles Morales x fem!reader[[Spider-Man:ATSV]]

Star Wars :

-Poe Dameron x fem!reader

-Ezra Bridger x fem!reder Part I

-Ezra Bridger x fem!reader Part II

-Din Djarin x fem!reader

-Din Djarin x fem!reader

DC :

-Red Hood/Jason Todd x fem!reader[[Titans]]

-Red Hood/Jason Todd x gn!reader [[Titans]]

-Titans x gn!reader [[Titans]]

-Larry Trainor x platonic gn!reader [[Doom Patrol]]

-Bruce Wayne x fem!reader [[The Batman]]

-Bruce Wayne x gn!reader [[The Batman]]

-Batboys x fem!reader[[Comics]]

God of War 4/5:

-nothing yet

Detroit become Human :

-Connor x gn!reader

-Connor x fem!reader

-Elijah Kamski x male!reader

Resident Evil 4/8:

-nothing yet

Baldurs Gate 3

-nothing yet

Riordanverse (Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olypus , Magnus Chase, The Trials of Apollo):

-nothing yet

Also Actors/Actresses, Sportsmen and women, singers or YouTubers (if I know them):

-Daniel Ricciardo x gn!reader

-Max Verstappen x fem!reader

-Max Verstappen x male!reader

-Max Verstappen x male!reader

-Charles Leclerc x gn!reader

-Charles Leclerc x male!reader [[F1]]

-Charles Leclerc x male!reader [[F1]]

-Lando Norris x male!reader[[F1]]

-Damien the Mayor x gn!reader[[Markiplier]]

-Actor!Mark x male!reader [[Markiplier]]

-The Colonel x male!reader [[Markiplier]]

-Sodo x fem!Ghoul!reader [[Ghost]]

-Sodo x fem!Ghoul!reader Part II [[Ghost]]

-Sodo x fem!Ghoul!reader Part III [[Ghost]]

Shows Masterlist

Anime Masterlist

Movie Masterlist

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[mane--attraction]

Hello! (Masterlist)

Welcome to my parlor~ I am your guide tonight into the land that is my writing blog. Please, take a seat. Writing is divided by safety, then character. Most are in second person, gender neutral, and short unless otherwise stated. Since only a few have actual titles, I have included either the first line or the first few lines of the piece instead.

Reblogs are much appreciated and help more than just likes! (Although I appreciate them, as well.)

SFW works

Things that anyone can interact with. If you are a minor that has somehow made it here, these are the safest stories to interact with.

Silver Downfall - Rating: T, 1693 words You traverse into the demon’s lair to slay it. Whether or not you succeed is another story. (The safest of all my fics and I think the most popular.) (Darkiplier)

"His shoe presses against your sternum, and you hiss at the heat against your chest.” (Darkiplier)

"I used to make do with the rabbits and the deer...but then I realized: Why should I just barely scrape by?" (Vampire Murdock dialogue)

Suggestive/Lemonish

Technically some of these are probably at the upper level of what could be considered teen, but idk if I’d show these to a minor. Thin ice, this category.

Darkiplier:

"How cute. You think you can run?" (First person, female reader)

“Then, your dream changes, melting from one to the next rather than a distinct cut. You’re lying down, on a bed, but you’re not sure where. You rub the fabric between your fingers—it feels so real; oddly real, impossibly so. More than last night’s.” 

Damien:

You tilt your head. “Is everything alright, sir?” He coughs. “Yes, quite alright.”

Murdock

"of COURSE i want a big sopping wet man coming after me" aka you decide to pull a prank on Murdock at the pool

Lemon—MINORS DNI

Darkiplier:

Ramble about wanting Dark to hypnotize me lol

“Tentacles. Sticky, dripping with some black unknown substance (although you have your suspicions—). It leaves a trail as it curls around your leg and travels upwards.”

“You peer around the corner into the office, and there he is, just as you thought. Dark wasn’t usually one to take a break when he started working.And that was the problem.” (Female reader, 1318 words)

“No but like Imagine how squirmy he'd be”

Dark spanks you (using dialogue from ahwm) (drabble)

“Who are you?” aka Dark gets you to drop for him (hypno, female reader, use of “maid”)

Dark has gone away. Ego Manor is surprisingly quiet. You’re starting to get antsy.

“How do you feel about adding another person to the mix?”

Damien:

You are a servant, hired to clean the mayor’s office. Today is a tiring one, and you decide to take a nap. When you wake, you accidently hear something you shouldn’t. (1450 words)

Loki:

“Luckily, I can be very patient. The question is—”Loki leans in, smiling slyly.“—can you?” (First person)(I tagged this one as lemonish, but it’s really straddling the line, so it’s going here.)

Jotun Physiology Headcanon (with respect to one Loki Laufeyson)

Murderplier/Murdock:

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons

“Please don’t kill me!” (drabble)

“Murdock doesn’t ‘take naps’—or so he says.” (1201 words)

Experiment (660 words)

Murdock has a habit.

Haunted house fun :) (5k words)

Engineer Mark:

Technically

Miscellaneous:

The single Wilford x Reader/Dark x Reader hypno headcanon thing I wrote

Wilford hypno headcanon

“He pulls you onto his lap, gently but a bit too eagerly, and you barely set down the pitcher before you spill.” (Royal f/o x female reader)

Somno fic where you’re just waking up and mans be h*rny (male f/o x female/afab reader)

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

F/O somno prompt

Playfighting Headcanons (multi ego)

"Enjoying yourself, my little sex kitten?" (male f/o x reader)

F/O hypno dialogue prompt (uses "Master" and "little one")

"You didn't understand at first why your vampire f/o had a mirror above his bed."

[mysterytickingegos]

The Dream Team

Pairing: Mayor Damien x Reader

Genre: Fluffy beginning, then Angst.

Word Count:2,965

Summary: The newly elected mayor and district attorney were set to change this city for the better, perhaps as more than friends. Alas, fate (or at least, Mark) had different plans. Once-good people make a mistake, and upon striking their final deal in an effort to protect their friends, they instead set themselves on a tragic path for vengeance.

Anonymous Request: So for the request things, maybe 12, 43, and 44 with Damien? Maybe during WKM with female or gender neutral pronouns? (Thank you! I’m super excited to see your writing!)

Authors Note: Thank you for being my first request!

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[Image Description: A gif of Mayor Damien from chapter one of who killed markiplier, walking our of frame while bidding goodbye to the viewer. End Description.]

You stepped out of your car, almost in awe of the manor before you. At the bottom of the stairs stood a familiar raven-haired young woman, who upon hearing you coming up behind her, turned around.

“Tsk tsk, is this the kind of punctuality we should expect from our new district attorney?” She asked, crossing her arms as she bit back a smile.

“Ophelia, I never pegged you as a hypocrite.” You shot back at her, leading to her holding her hand over her heart in mock offense before you both broke into laughs. “Is your uncle inside already?”

She sighed, “Yes, why do you think I’m still out here? Postponing the inevitable lecture.”

You started to nod in agreement, then stopped. “Do you...really think being even later will help your predicament?”

You could see the wheels turning in her head before she winced through her teeth. ‘Damn.”

The door opened up with the houses butler on the other side, confused to see the two of you lingering outside. He kindly welcomed you and took your invitations, and as soon as he left your line of sight, there was Damien, the other half of your political dream team. Ophelia immediately ducked into the archway to her left, but it was too late, he had seen her.

Luckily for her, you were in a playful mood yourself. Just as he passed you, you caught his hand, bringing him back in your direction. “I just got here and you’re running off already?”

“Of course not, Y/n.” He said with a kind smile, before placing a kiss on the top of your hand. “I’m glad you made it. How have you been settling into your new office? It’s going to take some getting used to I’m sure.”

“Certainly. I still get this strange feeling I’m intruding every once in a while.” You shrugged softly, even with the thought you got a hint of that same feeling in your gut. “But that seems to come with the title in general, to be frank.”

Damien just shook his head, “My dear, there is no one I would rather have alongside me to protect this great city of ours.”

“Well, I appreciate your confidence in me.” You’d been working together for almost 5 years now and yet it still amazed you how well you worked as a team. “You know it’s funny, when we met, this is not where I saw my life going.”

The laugh that got out of him warmed your heart, although not half as much as what he said next; “Hopefully I’ve helped exceed your expectations.”

“Perhaps in more ways than you think.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. As subtle as it may have been, the recognition in his eyes made it obvious to you that you had revealed your true feelings for the man standing before you, at least partially.

Before either of you could speak again, the butler cleared his throat behind you, almost making you jump out of your skin as you instinctively took a step back from Damien. “Champagne?” The tall man asked, seemingly unable to read the room.

“Uh, y-yes, thank you.” You took the small glass he was handing you, and chose to keep your focus there, at least until you heard another voice coming down the stairwell. After the speech that came from the man who invited you, you braced yourself for the rest of the night by downing the glass in one go.

After that, the rest of that night was mostly a blur. All of the usually posh guests loosened up at the table and you had done rather well, getting a rather stubborn detective out of the game early on.

There is one moment, at the end of the night, that sticks out clearly in your memory though. It always will.

You and Damien had left the crowd at maybe one in the morning, choosing to cool down on the balcony off of his room. “I haven’t had this much fun since...well before law school!” You exclaimed, taking another swig from a snagged champagne bottle you’d been sharing up there for a half hour.

“You were incredible down there. I mean- pft - his-” Damien erupted into a fit of the giggles, and you couldn’t help but follow suit. “Abe’s face when you put down that awful hand!”

“God help me if I ever need his help in court...” You sighed, and then you both lost it again.

Finally, when you had both calmed down, caught your breath, you locked eyes. You could’ve sworn that time slowed down just for the two of you. He pushed the hair out of you face, gently resting his hand on your cheek. “You know, you never cease to amaze me, Y/n.” With those words you both began to lean closer, and as you closed your eyes you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

His lips had just barely ghosted over yours when he pulled away from you, wincing. You opened your eyes to your friend ghostly pale, gripping onto the rail of the balcony for support. “Woah, Damien are you alright?”

He had trouble even looking up from the ground, making it clear how the world must’ve been spinning in his perspective. “I...I don’t feel well.”

“I think you’ve just pushed yourself a bit too far tonight,” You reassured him, gently trying to guide him away from the balcony.

“No, this is...is...” He stopped to catch his breath, as though he had been holding it throughout the conversation. He then shook his head, a forced smile at his lips. “...Nevermind, it even sounds mad in my mind. I’m sure you’re right.”

“Come on, you should rest.” You brought him inside, surprisingly sobered after seeing the look on his face. As you shut the door to the balcony, the lights to the room flickered and stayed dimmed afterwards.

Damien groaned in pain, holding his hand to his head. “You do that?”

“No...” You stepped over and noticed now that Damien was also in a cold sweat. “Oh, goodness. Perhaps you’ve caught some kind of bug.”

“In that case I apologize for kissing you.” The joke just barely got a laugh out of either of you, him in too much pain and you far too concerned for his well-being.

“I’m going to go downstairs and see if-”

He was the one to catch your hand this time. “No, no, Y/n I’m- I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry so much.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes...You should go off to bed as well, it’s so late.”

You were hesitant to leave him, but chose to trust him. If it was that bad, he would tell you, right?

So you bid him goodnight, told him to get help if he needed it, and did as he said despite the pit in your stomach.

The next day it was as though nothing had happened at all, he seemed to be in perfect health as he greeted you on the staircase, not saying a word about his illness or anything else that had happened before then. You felt strange of course, and had plans to speak to him in private, but those plans vanished in a cloud of smoke when the body of the host of this event fell flat in front of you. Naturally, that remained at the forefront of your mind.

Even later as you began to notice your good friend acting slightly off, you ignored it. After all, he was grieving, you told yourself. He was still processing all of this and the best you could do was be there for him. Besides, you had your own troubles to deal with today, the investigation becoming more and more bizarre with every passing minute.

All of it seemed to boil over with you trying to calm an impossibly chaotic situation; a screaming match between the very panicked and very guilty looking colonel, a young woman demanding answers as to what happened to the only family she had, and a stubborn detective who just wouldn’t stop pushing all the wrong buttons...until he was shot. After that, you made an attempt to disarm William before he could hurt anyone else.

This was the next-to-last poor decision you would make.

Yet another gunshot rang through the old manor alongside a horrible shriek from you.You clutched your stomach as your body jerked backwards into the railing that was just low enough to bring about another tragedy. Regret immediately flashed over William’s eyes, he dropped the gun and both him and Ophelia tried to reach out for you once they saw you were falling backwards. It was too late, your body hit the ground with an awful crunch and your sight went black.

And then...and then you were floating. In some kind of void, you started to move forward until a body fell in front of you for the second time that day. “It’s not fair, is it?” It hissed at you.

No, it wasn’t.

Tears began to sting at your eyes but you held them back. In the distance you could hear voices, voices that were too familiar, and began to move towards them.

“He took everything from us.” The first voice started, “He trapped us here with this broken shell and no way out!”

“This whole time I thought it was the house, but I never thought he’d fall this far.” The second voice began to crack, laced with pain and guilt.

“And we played right into his hands. He’d been planning this for years and now that son of a bitch is out there walking around in my body!”

You approached two figures, with two auras, red and blue. The woman surrounded by red, a psychic you had met just hours before, glanced up at you. “Damien we can’t do this right now...” She warned him.

“Why not?! From where I stand we seem to have all the time in the world!” She rolled her eyes and nodded in your direction, and the moment he laid eyes on you the rage turned to sadness. “Y/n...”

You didn’t hesitate to go to him and he pulled you into his arms, the both of you having thought you’d lost the other forever. “Damien, is this...” You paused, having to push for the next words to come out of your mouth. “Are we dead?”

“It would seem so.” He said quietly. Once your fears were confirmed you broke, letting a sob escape as tears ran down your face. “Don’t cry, darling, we’re going to be alright.”

You laughed in disbelief. How? How could either of you be alright?

“You will be, death doesn’t mean the same thing here.” Celine’s voice echoed through the nothingness.

You pulled away from your friend to look at her, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“What Celine means by that is, this doesn’t have to be the end. You are trapped in here just the same as us but...your body, broken as it may be, it’s still out there.” Damien attempted to explain.

“Mark is not the only one who can use this place to his benefit. The same way I brought you here, is the way that I can send you back.”

“Send me back? I understand you want to help but that is just...unnatural.” You told the psychic, thinking back to the way you had passed.

“It wouldn’t be merely selfish. William and Elli are still in that house, clueless as to what’s really happening. And if William doesn’t pick up on it soon, well you’ve seen first hand he is just as dangerous as Mark.” Damien explained.

You nodded, beginning to understand. “So somebody has to stop the madness.”

“But... I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive on your own.” He started, taking your hand in his. “You are dead after all. But if you trust me, if you let me in, we can fix this together.”

“Together? So we’ll both be...”

“In your mind, yes. It won’t be pleasant, but it’s only temporary.”

You nodded again. Of course you trusted him, after all these years you had no reason not to. Celine began to push you to reality, a rush of wind surrounding and spinning around the two of you. ‘Damien?”

“Yes y/n?”

“...I’m Scared.”

“...I am too. But we’ve got this, we’re going to make things right.”

And in the blink of an eye you were back on the floor of the manor, gasping for breath as you felt unimaginable pain throughout your body. Yet the pain was overwhelmed by the shock of hearing two separate trains of thought in your head. Two separate voices commanding your body to sit up, to find your friends. Far as you could tell though, yours was still the one in charge. And of course you reminded yourself that this new voice belonged to Damien, that it was okay.

You pulled yourself up off of the ground and did not need to venture far, seeing William on a loveseat just a few feet away as well as Ophelia sitting in the archway with her knees tucked to her chest and a red blotchy face. Both were staring at you, one in awe and the other in terror. Every breath you were taking felt like you were inhaling glass, and you struggled to speak.

William sat up, holding his hand out to show he was unarmed in an attempt to comfort you. “We thought you were dead,” He barely muttered out. “I-I mean of course you’re not dead. How could you be dead? I wouldn’t have killed you. I didn’t kill you. I mean of course I...I...”

Your emotions kept twisting and turning and shifting. From concern and compassion for the person who seemed to be unraveling in front of you, to a sick, burning rage at the fact he was going through this at all. You wanted to reach out for him, but everything felt so heavy. Every movement you made came with stings and aches that shot through you. You instead remained blank, unmoving as you listened. Ophelia had begun to approach you cautiously. “I think you should sit back down Colonel.” She told him softly. The thought crossed your mind that this poor girl was never going to recover from today.

“I’m fine! Everyone is fine!” The Colonel exclaimed, setting Damien's cane down and running his hands through his hair. “I didn’t kill anyone I...ha! It was all a joke! Of course it was all a joke! Oh, Damien put you two up to this, didn’t he? Of course he did!” He waved you both off, wandering off almost with a drunk-like sway to go find his lost friends.

You realized your fists were clenched at your sides, and released them. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, though it wasn’t all you could hear. Damien was trying to comfort you as tears stung your eyes and the unbearable pain left you shaking.

It was so difficult just to stand. Your head was pounding, it was too full. Too much happening at once.

Ophelia hesitantly placed her hand on your shoulder, an attempt to get your attention surely. “Y/n? How...how did this happen? I mean, you were gone. Cold.”

You held back a wince at her gesture, even that soft a touch was making you want to scream. The ringing in your ears was getting louder, screaching.

You tried to ground yourself to reality, to her voice, “Y/n, can you hear me?”

“Go get in your car Elli, get away from this place.” You finally managed to speak, your voice coming out shaky and low through gritted teeth.

“What about you?”

The words that came out next were not your own, that you were sure of. “I have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“Hold on just a minute.”

“Go.” Your voice dipped down to a growl and she was more scared now, looking at you as though she was pondering whether or not you had come back fully human. You weren’t quite sure either. After she rushed out of the house with the door slamming behind her, you braced yourself on the accent table in the hall. You now felt as though you were fighting for dominance of your own mind. You knew what you wanted, and that was to find Mark, no matter how long it took. Your better half disagreed. You wanted out of this house as quickly as possible, and grabbed the cane in front of you to support your broken body.

Wrong move.

Feeling chills up your spine at what you had caught a glimpse of in the corner of your eye, you looked up into the mirror, and saw a reflection that did not belong to you. Instead it belonged to the man you loved. Or at very least, a shell of who he was the night before. He gave you a sad smile, then closed his eyes and against your will your body moved, your head tilted to one side, then the other with harsh cracks coming from your neck. On the second, the mirror broke, nothing but static in the missing pieces. Static that resembled all of your buried thoughts in your mind. Instead of your confused pleas and questions as to what was happening, you heard his voice.

“It’s okay, my dear. You should rest.“

The very last thing you managed to get through, before the pain faded away completely; “Damien, please, don’t leave me.”

But as you already know, that plea landed on deaf ears.

You already know that he pushed you out.

That he left you behind.

That he let the darkness consume him in an effort to save you anymore pain.

So much for the dream team.

[ao3feed-connor]

Short Stories!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ggDhw3

by StarWrites613

This is a collection of Short Stories I've created! They are all x Reader, though some are platonic, and they all have varying characters! My main fandoms are Sanders Sides, Markiplier Egos, Jacksepticeye Egos, Undertale, Trollhunters, and Harry Potter, but I am willing to write for more! I do take requests so feel free to ask for a certain character/fandom! I do not do NSFW, but if you have a specific story in mind or just a simple idea I'll gladly do it!

Words: 41220, Chapters: 13/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Who Killed Markiplier? (Web Series), jacksepticeye, Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Sanders Sides (Web Series), Undertale (Video Game), Camp Camp (Web Series), Cuphead (Video Game), Trollhunters - Daniel Kraus & Guillermo del Toro, Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Damien | The Mayor (Who Killed Markiplier?), Abe | The Detective (Who Killed Markiplier?), Sean McLoughlin, Mark Fischbach, Wade, Bob, Tyler Scheid, Ethan Nestor, darkiplier, Chase Brody, Mettaton (Undertale), Antisepticeye - Character, Thomas Sanders (Video Blogging RPF), Thomas Sanders' Friends, Joan, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders, Max (Camp Camp), Science Camp Neil (Camp Camp), Nikki (Camp Camp), David (Camp Camp), Gwen (Camp Camp), Space Kid | Neil Armstrong Jr., Nurf Nurfington, Preston Goodplay, Harrison (Camp Camp), Dolph Houston, Quartermaster (Camp Camp), Cuphead (Cuphead), Mugman (Cuphead), King Dice (Cuphead), The Devil (Cuphead), Wilford Warfstache | William J. Barnum | The Colonel, Actor Mark (Who Killed Markiplier?), Celine | The Seer (Who Killed Markiplier?), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia), Tobias Domzalski (Tales of Arcadia), Claire Nuñez, Blinkous "Blinky" Galadrigal, ARRRGH

Relationships: Harry Potter/Reader, Harry Potter & Reader, Damien | The Mayor/Y/N | The District Attorney (Who Killed Markiplier?), JackSepticEye/Reader, Sean McLoughlin/You, Mark Fischbach/Reader, Markiplier/Reader, Darkiplier/Reader, Chase Brody/Reader, Mettaton/Reader, Thomas Sanders/reader, Roman Sanders/Reader, Max (Camp Camp)/Reader, Max (Camp Camp) & Reader, Cuphead (Cuphead)/Reader, Jim Lake Jr. (Tales of Arcadia)/Reader

Additional Tags: x Reader, All female pov so far, Requests, I write way too much, hope y'all like this

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ggDhw3

[mookoo-writes]

~Late Night With Darkiplier~ (Darkiplier X Anxious! Teen! Reader)

Authors Note: Sorry for being inactive. I have a lot to do, so here’s some Dark fluff with his kid :)

Fandom: Markiplier Egos

Pairing: Darkiplier X Anxious! Teen Reader

Warning(s): Anxiety attack, cursing, PLATONIC Reader 

Anyways, please enjoy~

~~~~~Y/n P.O.V.~~~~~

This was a mistake.

I should have left while I could.

My friends said they were having a small party. Of course, my mind was thinking of about 6 people, but my friends decided to be dooshes. At first, it started out with the three of us, but then more and more people started coming. The party started to get crowded and wilder by the second. Of course, it wouldn't be a high school house party without beer and any kind of drugs they could get their hands on.

I am currently locked in the bathroom, not daring to go out into the sea of drunk and high teens. I could always call one of the egos to come to pick me up but they're all asleep.

Well, except for one.

Do I dare call Dark to come to pick me up from a party I didn't tell him about? Maybe he would understand. After all, he should know parties aren't really my thing. I would much rather stay at home playing video games and eat junk food all day then get high as shit off of the dollar store kush.

I look at my phone for the time. "1:48" I curse to myself, hoping Dark is still up. I took a deep breath as I hit the call button. I gave a shaky breath as I waited for him to pick up.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I heard Dark's annoyed voice through the phone. "H-hey demon dad #1. Hows-hows your night going?" I shakily asked, trying to sound casual. "Don't try to flatter me, that never works. “What's wrong?" Dark asked. He knew something was wrong by my voice. Of course, I didn't even try to hide my nervousness from him. He would find out one way or another.

"You know how I was going to hang out with my friends for a small get together?"

"Yes."

"Well, that 'small' get together turned into a teen rave party with probably over 100 people. I may or may not have locked myself in the bathroom." I explained on the phone. I could hear a sigh with some shuffling coming from the other end. I can feel my body starting to shake more furiously than before. For me, talking to Dark was never easy. I had a sense that I was always bothering him in some way. Eather I was casually talking to him or I was just standing in the same room.

"I will be there in 5"

I gave a small thank you as I hung up and shoved my phone in my pocket. I could feel the tears prick up in the corners of my eyes as I sat next to the bathtub. My chest began to feel heavy while my breathing quickened. I dug through my backpack I brought to try and find my earbuds/headphones. As I vigorously shoveled my hand through the bag, I found what I was looking for and pulled them out as quick as I can. I untangled the thin wire and plugged it into the device.

I let the soothing music flow through my ears as I pull my hood over my head. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as I cradled myself from what lurks beyond the bathroom door. Tears rolled down my face leaving spots on my sleeves. I try to focus on the soft lyrics of the song but it was sort of hard to do while there was loud banging on the door.

Wait.

I snatched my earbuds/headphones out and started to panic while someone angrily knocks on the protective barrier that shields me from the outside world. My breathing quickened as the knocking got louder and more vigorous.

'No no no, please go away. Not here, not now. Please get here soon Dark.'

The doorknob wiggled.

'No please leave me alone.'

Pounding on the door.

'Don't come in! Please give up and walk away!' My fast breaths turned into hyperventilating as I sat in the tub trying to hide myself. My hands were covering my ears as my body shook. It felt like an invisible figure sat on my chest trying to suffocate me. More tears spilled from my eyes on to my cheeks.

There was a loud thud as I felt arms wrap around me and lift me up. I look up to see Dark with a stern look on his face. His red and blue 3D effect grew as the ringing became louder and louder until it fully blocked the music and laugher out. I didn't know what to do besides snuggling my head in his chest. That's just what I did.

My shaking form was beginning to relax as Dark walked out of the house. He set me in the passenger's seat of his car and quickly got into the driver's seat. My breathing was still heavy but not as bad when I was in that stupid house. I curled up in the seat and watched the buildings fly by as we drove off into the night.

As we came up on the street the house was on, dark didn't slow down. Instead, he drove right past. "Where are we going?" I turn toward the dark entity. We came to a stop at a stop sign and Dark turned to me. "I figured I would... make you feel better by taking you to a cafe. It's late at night and nobody will be there besides ourselves." I gave a soft smile as the car started moving again.

We arrived at a small cafe that is open 24/7. The both of us walked in and took a seat in one of many empty booths. A waiter came and took our order. Dark got a plain black coffee while I ordered a (drink). There was a silence between the two of us until I spoke.

"Sorry"

"What are you apologizing for?" Dark asked, confused. "For bothering you all the time." I fiddled with the sleeves of my hoodie.

The waiter came back with our drinks in hand. She placed them on the table and walked off. "Since when have you ever bothered me." Dark raised an eyebrow. I took a nervous sip of my drink. "You are one of the only people that haven't annoyed me in any way, and that's saying something."

"Really?" I was surprised. I knew he was being honest because he usually is forward with his hatred toward someone. Dark nodded as he took a drink of his coffee. Feeling better about myself, I gave a bright smile.

We both talked for a while as we enjoyed the nice silence of the cafe. We usually never get this kind of quiet at the house. It's always hectic there.

I leaned back into my seat as I felt comfortable, but not totally comfortable. I needed someone to vent to about my friends and maybe get some advice. Someone that's not fully male.

"Um, Dark?" Dark gave a soft hum. "Do you think I could talk to Celine?"

Dark paused mid-sip at the question. He carefully set the mug down on the table and folded his hands. "What's your reasoning?" Dark raised an eyebrow. I swallowed nervously as I answered. "I just needed advice from a female figure, is all." I sunk back into my seat as I waited for him to answer. Dark sighed and gave a small nod. I watched as his 3D effect became fully red. Dark opened his eyes. Instead of seeing his pitch black eyes, they were red. Not a bright, blood red, but a smooth and warming shade of red.

They blinked a couple of times until their focus was on me. "Hey their Y/n, It's nice to talk to you again." There was a more feminine voice mixed into the echo. She gave me a warm smile. "It's nice to finally have some kind of female interaction. I don't have a lot of that back home." Celine giggled. "So, what are we gossiping about?" She leaned closer into the table. I gave a frustrated grown. "My friends are dirtbags." "What did they do?" I rested my head in my hand as I leaned on the table. "They have been awful in the past few weeks. They make me late to my classes, steel my food, I'm pretty sure they're talking behind my back right about know, and the stupid party they didn't tell me about!" I laid my head on the table in frustration. "You might need to find some new friends." "You think?" Celine gave a confident nod as she stood up and pulled my arm to pull me out of my seat. "You seem frustrated. I know a place that always calmed me down." Celine threw some money on the table and marched out of the door and into the car. I hopped in and buckled myself up while she did the same.

We were driving for a while until we came to a stop at a hill full of flowers. The both of us got out of the vehicle. Celine linked her arm with mine and led me to a particular spot that was lit up with some sort of glowing rocks in a form of a circle. "What is this?" I said in awe. "Damien, William, and I came here sometimes to get away from the world. It is just as beautiful as I remembered." Celine smalled as she plucked some of the flowers. I did the same with some red and blue flowers.

I was snapped out of my concentration on weaving the stems when I felt something placed onto my head. I reached out to touch what was placed on my head and felt a bunch of flowers in a row. I smiled and continued my flower crown.

I placed the last flower in its place and looked at it proudly. Celine looked like she was spacing out so I carefully placed the crown on her head. She jumped but started giggling as she felt what was on her head. Her giggling started to turn into chuckling as her red area started to fade into blue. I thought Dark was coming back but the blue started to glow brighter than the red.

"Y/N!"

I was pulled into a massive hug as we fell back into the flowers. I was laying on his chest while he was hugging me tightly. "It's wonderful to see you again!" I laughed as I hugged back.

"It's nice to see you to Damien."

I was going to get up but Damien squeezed me tighter in his arms. I giggled while snuggling into his chest. "How have things been?" He asked. I sighed and buried my face in his coat. "Okay, I guess." "That doesn't sound too convincing. tell me what's wrong." I look up at the mayor. "I guess it's just stress from everything that's been happening," I answered truthfully. I look into Damien's soft blue eyes. "Don't let the pain of the world get to you. Everything will be over soon, I promise." I gave a tired smile as I lay my head back onto his chest. "Thank you." was the last thing I said before sleep consumed me.

~~~~~3rd P.O.V.~~~~~

As you fell asleep, Damien smiled down at you. "Your welcome."

The blue area started to face into its normal size along with the red. Dark's eyes turned black as he blinked a few times. He looked around and then at you. A small smile formed on his face as he gently picked you up.

He carefully walked back to the car and set you in the passenger's seat. Dark drove home in silence, glancing at you to make sure you were comfy or awake.

As Dark brought you into the house, he made sure everyone was still asleep. He took you to your room and carefully removed your shoes and placed you in bed.

Before leaving, Dark threw a blanket over your sleeping form and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[spookyold-saintjm]

#8 and #36 for Mayor Damien x Reader where the reader is already aware that Damien has feelings for them (from his body language and william and mark may or may not have told them) but they still want to hear it come from Damien himself. Thank you!

8: Do you want me to show you?

36: So when are you going to confess your undying love for me?

From my prompt list.

I’ve been wanting to try writing Damien so I hope I did him justice! This occurs during the events of WKM. Altered the prompts a little to fit my thoughts and it’s a little long BUT I loved writing my first Damien piece! I’ll definitely be doing more.

WKM Damien x reader

The butler stepped aside as you slowly entered the exquisitely decorated entryway of Mark’s home. A few weeks prior, you’d been sent a simple invitation to a poker night with Mark and some of your old friends and current coworkers who were all a part of Mark’s inner circle from various parts of his life. Why here, why now, you weren’t so sure, but you’d had a lot of stress sitting on your shoulders at work lately with your new position, so why not spend a night having a little fun?

You thanked the tall, dark-haired butler for the glass of champagne he handed you as you stepped further into the room and surveyed your surroundings. It had been a long while since you’d set foot in this place, but it seemed as if it were frozen in time, hardly changed at all. It seemed that some of the other guests had arrived as well; you’d run into William before you’d even set foot inside, and you soon found the detective (Abe, was it? You weren’t as familiar with him) was in the next room over, talking to…right.

You froze, as you watched Damien speak with the detective. Of course, you knew he would be there; you’d seen the invitation sitting on his desk the day after you’d received yours, when you’d gone into his office to deliver a stack of documents from your department. You hadn’t discussed it with him, but you knew he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have the gang all together again, despite the somewhat random invitation.

He must have been working late, coming straight from his office, as he was still wearing the suit you’d seen him in earlier in the day. Classic Damien, you thought with a small smile as you debated what to say when you approached him…

“So, the boy still hasn’t taken his shot, has he?” The colonel’s voice suddenly behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin, at which he chuckled as you spun around to glare at him.

“Oh, sorry to frighten you.” He held up his hands in mock surrender with a smile. “But I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you crossed your arms and tilted your head in question, but it couldn’t mask the color tinting your cheeks.

The colonel shook his head in disappointment. He tilted his head toward the men speaking in the other room. “Oh, please. Damien’s been fawning over you, too. Ever since you had your first class together.” His eyes narrowed at you. “You do realize that…don’t you?”

Oh? You’d always suspected, or at least hoped, that Damien maybe, just maybe, would one day consider you as more than just a good friend. He was one of your best friends, actually. You had stuck by each other through so much. But when your college years had come and gone and you’d shared nothing any more romantic than drunken kisses at one of Mark’s wilder parties, you tried to put those thoughts aside.

You had never lost touch, however, and eventually ended up working for him under his then newly-appointed title of Mayor. Even so, nothing had happened since. Damien had always been someone so intensely focused on his work; his drive to improve the world around him and while being successful in his own endeavors often overshadowed most everything else, so why would the potential of a relationship with you be any different? 

Although, that would explain why he was always there to greet you when your work brought you to his side of city hall, why the usually strong-spoken and charismatic mayor would occasionally get quieter and stumble over his words at first sight of you, why your occasional, casual meet-ups for lunch always ended up lasting so long that he had to rush to get to his next meeting on time…

Something in your face must have given away your thoughts, because the colonel suddenly elbowed you in the ribs. “Ah, come now! Life’s too short for you two to keep going on like this.” He started to step away, towards Damien and the detective. “I’ll just let him know you’re here and—”

“No!” you panicked and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him to an abrupt halt. He turned back towards you, your grasp on him still tight. “William! Don’t you dare!”

The colonel cocked an eyebrow at you at the stern use of his name, and used his free hand to adjust his hat that had nearly topped off his head when you grabbed him as he waited for you to speak.

“Fine. But I want to hear him say it. I want to be sure.”

William’s smile was parts smug and relieved. “About time,” he grinned. You released your hold on him, sticking your tongue out at your old friend before turning and stepping into the next room. You took in a deep breath just before you stopped next to Damien and Abe, greeting them both.

“Oh, y/n! So good to see you.” Damien’s eyes brightened as he looked to you, a broad smile crossing his face. You returned his smile just as William strolled over, calling for the detective’s attention, who excused himself to speak with the colonel. 

You glanced over at your friend with a long side-eye, and his wink and nod of his head toward Damien didn’t go unnoticed…by you, or Damien.

Thanks a lot, “Colonel.”

Damien’s smile faltered only slightly as he glanced between the now-departing William and Abe. “What was that about?“

“Oh, you know how he is.” You shrugged dismissively, hoping that he didn’t notice the faint strain in your voice as you tried to regain your composure.

Damien’s laugh was halted, somewhat nervous. “Oh, do I ever.” His eyes met yours as he reached to run his hand through his dark hair. He released a short sigh before speaking again, moving to straighten his bow tie. “Say, y/n, there’s something I actually wanted to speak with you about…” 

Damien was cut off by Mark’s voice suddenly echoing through the room. You both looked up to see him strolling down the spiral staircase, his eyes bright as he acknowledged everyone and announced the official beginning of the night’s festivities, the promise of how it would be one of the most memorable nights of your lives.

Then the poker game began. You’d attempted to sit next to Damien at the table, but Mark had pulled both he and the colonel in next to him, leaving you forced to sit on the opposite side. You and Damien would occasionally exchange glances between rounds and glasses of wine, both of you knowing there was a conversation that had been left unfinished. 

The game continued and the room became more blurry, the group’s voices getting louder, the game becoming less involved. Eventually, after entirely too much money had been passed around and won and lost and won over again, you decided to take yourself out of the game for a bit, excusing yourself to get some fresh air.

You weren’t at all surprised when Damien found you not long after.

“y/n? Are you out here?” he called as he opened the door leading out onto the second-floor balcony where you’d eventually found yourself. You stood with your arms resting on the balcony’s edge, your eyes fixed on the shimmering pool below.

“Hey now, be careful,” Damien’s voice was closer to you, pulling you gently by your shoulders away from the railing. He knew you well enough to know although you were still coherent of what was going on around you, you became a little more clumsy when you’d been drinking. 

You sent him a small smile in thanks. His hands rested on your shoulders for another moment, his touch suddenly vanishing once he realized he hadn’t yet moved. 

You tilted your head at him, getting straight to the point. “So,” you started, “you had something you wanted to tell me earlier?”

“Oh,” Damien straightened himself, finding anywhere else to look but back at you. “I, yes, well, I…” he sighed, clasping his hands together in front of him before eventually forcing himself to meet your gaze. “y/n, I’ve wanted to tell you this for some time, but it never seemed like the right time. And, well, to be honest I wasn’t quite sure what you would—”

You found yourself smiling, because you knew. You knew where this was going, he was going to tell you how he felt. 

But you found your mouth running faster than you brain, and stopped him.“Are you going to confess your undying love for me?” 

If Damien had had one more glass of wine, your words probably would have been enough to make him faint. His eyes widened, his mouth agape. Although the lighting outside was dim, you were certain of the rare blush that had appeared in his cheeks. 

“Am I—are you—you—wh-what?”

“The colonel spoke to you about me. About,” you gestured back and forth with your hand at the air between the two of you. “us, didn’t he?”

Damien’s hands dropped to his sides. “H-how do you know that?” 

“He gave me the run-around too, don’t worry.” You replied, a bit surprised at your own surge of confidence in confronting him about the matter. 

“Oh.” Damien looked away running a hand through his hair and letting out a heavy breath before facing you again. “Yes, well, It’s just, we’ve known each other for so long, and I truly do care about you very much, and…”

You raised an eyebrow at him, awaiting him to actually finish his thought. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him so flustered, which was both amusing and making your heart swell with your own feelings for him reflected in front of you.Finally, he instead just reached out for your hands, carefully, slowly taking them into his own. 

“Can I show you?” 

You nodded as you used his grip on your hands to pull him closer, now with only mere inches between you. “I would like that.”He softly pressed his lips to yours, and your eyes fluttered shut with the relief that, finally, this was happening. You smiled into the kiss and leaned deeper into Damien. It wasn’t the first time you’d both kissed, but the first time that you knew meant something more. 

Damien reached up with one hand to caress your cheek, keeping you close as your lips danced together in a perfect match. You draped an arm atop his shoulder, letting your hand rest at the back of his neck. The scent of his cologne was familiar and new and intoxicating all at once, and you hummed happily at the contentment you felt in the moment. 

Your lips parted slowly, hesitantly, but you knew you had to separate or you’d be there all night. Damien pulled you close, and you rested your head against his shoulder as his arms fully wrapped around you. You felt him rest his cheek atop your head as you both slowly started to sway to the music from the party still going on below, the sounds drifting through the door Damien had left cracked open when he’d come outside. You spent a few peaceful, silent moments just enjoying each other’s closeness.

“You know, for a thriving politician, you struggled with your words a bit there,” you eventually teased. Damien chuckled as he grasped your shoulders, stepping back so that he could meet your eyes.

"I love you, y/n. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. And I want to love you for even longer than that. How is that?”

You laughed, a sound that filled Damien with joy to his very soul. “A great improvement,” you replied. “I…I love you too, Damien.”

“Good,” he was practically beaming as he pressed another short, light kiss to your lips before he grasped your hand before he began to lead you back inside. “Now, I think you and I both have some words for our gossiping colonel.”