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redskull199987 · 2 years

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Mr. I can't shoot

The Colonel x male!reader

Word count:0.5k

Warnings:guns, cursing, shooting animals. I have no idea how rifles work, if u know, pls tell me

Summary: You and the Colonel try to shoot some birds, things don't go exactly as planned...

Masterlist

"It's bloody useless", I mumbled, lowering the rifle, that the Colonel had handed me,"I will never shoot somesthing, Colonel"

I sat back down and handed him his weapon. He took it gently and smiled at me:"You just need practice"

"No, it's useless", I insisted. We had been sitting in the Gardens of the manor for hours now, trying to shoot some birds, but it seemed hopeless. Every time we finally saw a bird, I missed it. Every.God.Damn.Time.

I was pulled out of my thoughts, as I felt how the Colonel patted my shoulder:"Come on, lad. We'll find some better place"

He started marching away, before I could say anything. Reluctantly, I followed him.

After a few minutes of just helplessly wandering around, The Colonel stopped. Being as clumsy, as I was, I promptly walked into him and stumbled to the ground. The Colonel turned around and looked at me for a second before throwing his head back and laughed heartily.

I felt a blush creeping up my neck, as he held out his hands to help me up. He patted me on the shoulder again and smiled, before handing me the rifle.

"So, now let's practice your aiming", he said. I nodded and raised the rifle. It felt heavy in my hands. The Colonel looked at me, Brows raised.

"My My, Y/N that is not how you hold a rifle. No wonder why you keep missing.", he chuckled.

I blushed at his words and lowered the rifle again:"It's like I said, I'm a hopeless case"

The Colonel laughed again:"You may be miserable, but not helpless. Here, let me show you"

He hesitantly stepped closer to me and adjusted my pose, until I was standing correctly. I saw him grin, as he softly grabbed my arms and pulled them up into the right position.

"And now...", he mumbled and stepped behind me. I felt how his arms came around me and grabbed my hands. Together ,we raised the rifle.

"Let's shoot some birds together", he mumbled. I could feel his breath on my cheek, felt his heartbeat on my back. He was completely calm, ready to shoot. We waited for a few seconds, until we heard the chirping and bickering of a few birds, that came into our view.

"Careful now", the Colonel whispered, as he guided my hands, while aiming. I sucked in a deep breath, scared to fuck it up, but then I felt the Colonel pull the trigger and then...

I heard the squeaking of the birds and saw how one of them crashed to the ground.

"We did it!!!", I yelled and turned aound a huge grin on my face.

"You did it", The Colonel smiled before engulfing me in an enormous hug. I giggled as we jumped around in happiness. I did it. I finally did it. I wasn't a hopeless case.

"Careful!", The Colonel laughed, but it was already to late. Not watching where we were going, the two of us tumbled over a few flowers and fell to the ground. I expected to harshly hit the ground, but the impact never came, but instead I felt how the Colonel's arms wrapped around me and he pulled me against his chest. I landed softly.

I looked up and saw the Colonel smiling at me:"You did good, really good"

I blushed again:"Thanks"

"Now, come on", he mumbled and got up,"Let's go find your trophy"

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leighsartworks216 · 2 years

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Sodomy

Damien x male!DA!reader

IT'S FINALLY COMPLETE Y'ALL GAMIEN IS HERE

I did not proofread this and I'm not going to until I decide to read this again late at night and cringe at all my mistakes

Edit: I fixed some spelling errors and changed a few minor things here and there to make it flow better so it has officially been proofread 👍

Warnings: internalized homophobia, religious trauma, lowkey emotionally abusive parents (only hinted at tho), old timey sodomy laws, googled 20s slang

Word Count: 2915

Slang Reference:

Wise head (wise-head): A smart person

Stuck on: Having a crush on

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Oftentimes, Damien missed his old university days. Back then, his responsibilities didn't stretch so far. His parents had been breathing down his neck for so long, expectations as high as a Heaven he never believed he would reach, that university had been his only escape. His parents influenced his career choice, as it was them who pushed him into a politics major. But once his sister left, his eyes were opened, and he distanced himself from their wishes so he would have room to grow into a better person.

He’d also met you during this time.

Somehow, you both just clicked. Where one was, so too was the other. Perhaps it was this closeness that drew out feelings in him that had long been repressed, by his parents, priest, and even himself.

Homosexuality was a sin. At least, that’s what he was raised to believe. Why should you think any different? Sexuality as a whole in this day and age was changing and evolving, but… Sodomy was still a serious crime. If he or you were accused, you’d both be ruined, surely.

Damien was sleeping rough. He hated to admit it, truly, but his mind was focused more on you than his work. How could one attend meetings and prepare speeches when you existed?

As he got ready for the day, his mind began to wander. He kept it under control, for the most part, but then he imagined you fixing his bowtie, smoothing out his lapels, and he had to rush to pick up those few minutes he wasted staring dazed in the mirror. Then, as he was grabbing a mug from his cabinet, his hand had subconsciously begun to grab a second one. He went without coffee that morning.

“Damien?”

His head shot up, tearing his attention from the paperwork on his side of the desk to where you were sitting across from him. You’d taken up residence in his office today, using the other side of his desk to file court cases and shuffle folders around. Your brow was furrowed, face laced with concern. A lump formed in his throat as he thought of how cute you looked like that.

“You’ve been staring at that graph for a while now,” you observed. A sly smirk crossed your lips. “Does our mayor need help with his paperwork?”

It was hard not to get used to your teasing after so long. And yet, somehow, even as he rolled his eyes and shuffled papers around, he could feel his heart fluttering against his ribcage and a warmth heating his cheeks. “Of course not, dear district attorney.” The floating feeling inside of him almost died as he saw the large block of text he had flipped to.

Damien cleared his throat and folded his hands on top of his desk, leveling you with a knowing look. “I was simply thinking of breaking for lunch,” he lied. “If you’re still as careless as you used to be, I can almost guarantee you have not even had breakfast yet.” He didn’t mention his own lack of a full breakfast with coffee that morning; you could tell he was preoccupied enough already without him having to admit it.

You chuckled, averting your eyes back to your own work as you slipped papers into different folders. “You know me too well, Dames.”

“An honor and a privilege,” he teased with a self-satisfied grin. The Mayor stood from his desk, grabbing his cane in the process. “How about we go to lunch? Somewhere close by - mayhaps that diner down the road? My treat.”

Your head snapped up. You almost looked afronted at the idea of him paying for your meals. “I couldn’t possibly let you do that, Damien! It’s completely inappropriate and-”

He waved a hand, silencing your protests. “Please, I insist! This is a lunch between friends, not the mayor and district attorney.”

And how could you possibly say no to those pleading eyes of his?

“Do you remember that one party we went to where - What was his name? Markus… Lynch? Where he broke a table doing a keg stand?”

Damien chuckled. “Oh, you mean the party you dragged me to because I was, and I quote, ‘working too hard’ on a term paper due the next day.”

You laughed at the memory. You must have forgotten that you did that, as you looked off wistfully into the distance, as though you were searching through dusty files of old memories in your mind. His heart fluttered as he studied the dreamy look on your face.

It was a marvel being able to know you, truly know you. He had seen nearly every side of your beautiful personality, from your overwhelming joy to your lonesome sadness. The set determination in your eyes was ever so familiar from uni. It carried over to your days as a lawyer, and as DA, but he remembered seeing it very clearly when you would work for much too long on an assignment, or when you would tell him he had been working too long and he needed a break. He remembered seeing them as you dragged him to that party, where you laughed and chatted and dragged him over to the poker table almost immediately. (You were always so skilled at cards, he never had a chance to beat you in the first place. Lots of money was lost and gained that night.)

Admittedly, other than the poker, the table mishap, and you dragging him there, the party was rather dull. It wasn’t long after you arrived that you were dragging him outside again, this time to the roof. The two of you laid out on the hard shingles of that frat house and spoke of your dreams, your futures, your aspirations, until the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon.

Perhaps he didn’t fully realize it yet then, but he believed now, as the orange lights of the diner highlighted your nose and cheekbones, bathed you in their warm light; as the coffee steam from your mug and the steam from his hot chocolate drifted between you; as your eyes shined like those stars. Yes, he knew it now.

He was in love with you.

Damien’s brow furrowed as he read over the same paragraph again and again and again. His mind was elsewhere, despite how many times he tried to bring it back down to reality, to business.

Ever since his epiphany at lunch, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was never anything indecent or suggestive. Rather, he simply imagined what it would feel like if you caressed his cheek. Or ran your fingers through his hair, freshly washed after a shower. Sometimes he imagined what it would be like to kiss you. He imagined too often that it would be soft, sweet.

He found himself praying more often. His heart ached to be closer to you, to hold you. But guilt ate away at his soul every time it did. It felt wrong to feel this way for another man, especially as he’d never before felt this way about a woman. He asked God questions he’d been asking since he was a child.

If God made humans in his own image, and if he was supposed to love every one of his children, did that mean he loved Damien too? If he had these terribly lovely thoughts about kissing another man, did that mean he was no longer deserving of God’s love, even if said love was supposed to be unconditional? Was he born a sinner? Or did the Devil turn him into one somewhere along the path of life?

He never received any answers, of course.

His only solace was that you had decided to work in your own office as of late. The cases were piling up, it seemed.

With a sigh, he pushed his paperwork aside. He wouldn’t be getting through it anytime soon. Instead, he grabbed a fresh sheet of parchment from his drawer along with a reservoir fountain pen. For a long moment, he just stared at the blank sheet. Then, he began writing.

My dear DA,

Our reminiscing during lunch got me thinking of those old university days - it seems you’ve opened a floodgate that does not wish to be shut just yet. As such, I was wondering if you would like to come to my estate for dinner tonight. You need not reply in such short notice, you simply must show up if you choose to attend.

Best Wishes,

Damien

Before he could overthink what he was doing, he folded the letter into thirds and slipped it into an envelope. With careful care and precision, he proceeded to heat up some wax and pour it at the ‘v’ of the envelope. Once it was cool enough, he pressed the signet ring he wore on his left pinky finger into it. The sigil of his family was left in the red wax. Damien addressed the backside to you and gave it to his secretary, telling her to have it delivered before the end of the day.

And when he sat down again, pulling his paperwork back in front of him, he desperately tried to ignore the sinking feeling of dread pooling in his gut.

The chime at the door shocked Damien from his task. He fumbled for a moment, cursing under his breath as he hurriedly finished what he was doing to run to the door. Once he was actually at the door of course, he paused, took a deep breath, and pulled it open.

You were both dressed down. Working in the positions you did, suits were a must, and Damien especially had to look the part of a good, upstanding Mayor (which he was, thank you very much). So, seeing you in such simple clothes again after so long, well, if made his heart stutter.

He greeted you with your name, saying it as though he hadn’t seen you in ages, when it had only been a few days since your face graced him with his presence. “Come on in! I’m, uh, not quite ready,” he admitted through a nervous chuckle.

You laughed good-naturedly as you followed him inside. “It’s okay, Dames, take your time.”

Your presence had an oxymoronic effect on his emotions. On one hand, he was nervous and energetic. Being around you made him antsy, worried he would make the wrong move at any moment in a giant chess game of your friendship. On the other hand, you had a comforting effect on him like no one else, not even Celine. It was like his body didn’t truly know how to act when it was around you.

He left you in the living room, telling you to “Feel free to explore” as he disappeared back into the kitchen. He double-checked that everything was as it should be, running through an ever growing checklist in his mind. He made sure he had sandwiches, grapes, cheese, wine and glasses. He wondered if he should throw in crackers, if he needed to grab a blanket or if it would dampen the familiar experience. He was at war with himself.

Resigned to grabbing a spare blanket from his linens closet, he was stopped abruptly when he was met with you in the doorway. He felt - and perhaps even looked - like a deer in headlights.

You just grinned, lopsided and knowing, like you were trying to bite back a full-blown toothy smile. “A picnic?” It was less of a question than it seemed, especially as you nodded to the basket he’d just finished packing everything into.

He floundered, mouth silently opening and closing. It was truly a spectacular sight to see the Mayor at a loss for words this great. But, after a moment, he straightened up, swallowed the thick lump in his throat, and then cleared his throat. “I- Well, I was hoping we could- I had planned for us to maybe-” He cleared his throat again, nervously running a hand through his hair. He desperately wished he had his cane so that he had something to wring with his hands - an awful nervous habit that he hopelessly wished he could act on. “That night,” he began slowly, ”at the party, we snuck onto the roof to look at the stars and talk instead. I thought it would be… nice. To do something like that again.”

Dark eyes looked to you for approval. You were smiling. He turned away, blushing, playing it off with a scoff. “Stop smiling like that,” he scolded, but it was half-hearted at best. “I know it’s stupid-”

“It’s not stupid!” you cut him off quickly. You made your way to the basket on the counter, and peeked inside. Your smile became less mischievous and more sincere as you saw the care he put into making a nice dinner for the both of you. Not only had he thought through what wine would go best with the cheeses he picked out, the sandwiches he made were your favorite. Honestly, you were amazed he remembered. “It’s very thoughtful of you… It’s sweet.”

He couldn’t possibly hide how red his cheeks and the tips of his ears were now, but he certainly tried. With a nervous ahem, he excused himself to grab a blanket. And if he closed himself in the linen closet for a moment to hide his hands in his face, breathing deeply multiple times to calm his racing heart, you would never know.

The stars seemed to shine brighter tonight than he’d ever seen them shine before. They twinkled and winked down on Earth, like they were concealing some secret from all of humanity. After all, what did they really know about space?

Dinner was simple, good. Damien found himself on his second glass of wine before you finished your first in hopes it would settle his nerves. (It didn’t. Instead, it allowed his mind to feel more free to think about you.)

But now all that was left was you, him, the blanket underneath you both, and the stars above.

He was smart enough to choose a section of his roof that faced away from the road, away from the prying eyes who may think that any of this was scandalous. Though, he supposed, it was, on some level. Two men, laying this close to each other… Even if it wasn’t in a sexual sense, if any word of it got out, your reputations, your lives would be ruined forever. He frowned at the thought.

“Okay,” you broke the silence abruptly, turning on your side and propping your head up on your hand. “What has gotten into you lately?”

Damien stared up at you with wide eyes. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“I mean, it’s not like you to reminisce about university. Why now?”

He looked back up at the stars, trying to avoid your interrogative gaze. But, even as he stayed silent, you just kept staring at him, waiting for an answer. He couldn’t avoid it any longer.

Your eyes followed him as he sat up, resting his elbows on his knees. He stared down at the shingles of his roof. He silently prayed that God would forgive him.

“When you brought up uni the other day…” He sighed. His heart was pounding so hard against his ribs. “I realized something. Something I had… repressed for a long while, I think.”

You sat up fully, sitting on your knees and facing him. The stars, no matter how much they twinkled, shined, sparkled, and shimmered, would not pull your attention away from Damien.

His dark eyes, almost too dark to see in the dim light of the moon, finally looked up at you. He opened his mouth, closed it, and swallowed thickly. “I… I love you.” He held his hands out, in a gesture one would use to calm someone down. “A-And I know sodomy is illegal and a sin, and you don’t have to reciprocate anything at all, b-but-!”

Your laughter stunned him silent. He blinked owlishly. You leaned forward and grabbed his hand, pulling it close and pulling him closer in the process. “I knew you weren’t a wise-head but c’mon, Dames, I thought you realized!”

He stammered, trying desperately not to look at your lips. He had to prop himself up with his free hand just to keep himself from falling over into your lap. “Wh- Realized what?”

You chuckled again, softer this time. “I’ve been stuck on you since we first met!”

Unlike him, you weren’t shying away from glancing at his lips. You leaned forward and brushed your nose against his. He practically shuddered in anticipation, his eyes fluttering closed.

“I don’t care about sodomy,” you whispered.

His eyes shot open to look at you. This time, it wasn’t just shock. It was wonder. This whole time, he’d been so worried how you would react to his admission, but you were in the same boat as him all along.

With a jump of his heart, he leaned forward and finally closed the distance. Your lips connected in a passionate crash, desperation from years of pining finally finding a release. Hands found their way to tangle in hair, fingers gripping onto shirts, all in an eager attempt to bring each other closer.

He loved you. And he couldn’t even begin to fathom that you loved him, but you did. The stars dimmed as they witnessed your love finally come to fruition.

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spookyold-saintjm · 4 years

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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.

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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.

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“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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mane--attraction · 3 years

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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 wordsYou 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.)

"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.”

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")

#I finally have enough things to make a masterlist lol tada #non fic #i hope my formatting's good and makes sense lol #mun speaks #if you have any tips/suggestions for the masterlist post let me know

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thatonestarryhuman · 3 years

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“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” Wilford Warfstache x Reader

The characters involved in this story will be William J Barnum, other wise known as Wilford Warfstache— and The District Attorney, formally known as The Viewer and Your name (Y/N). The Viewer in this story will be gender neutral, they/them. The Trigger Warnings for this story are— blood, guns, possible main character death, breakdowns, drinking/alcohol and possibly gore. This is the last warning you’ll get before entering the story, if any of the things said above make you uncomfortable it’s best to not read. You will be mentioned as ‘The Viewer’ in the story but whenever someone says your name it will be ‘Y/N’. Word Count: 1,789

The Viewer and William had known each other from childhood, they were best friends since they were little and starting kindergarten together. They were always doing something together and no one would be able to pull them apart, they were each other’s best friends as everyone else would think of them as weird and would make fun of them but that didn’t bother them much— after all they had each other. During the high school years it was much harder for the both of them, William and the Viewer— weren’t exactly the best students, they’d skip school often, they would get barely passing marks and would throw classroom pranks. They met Damien first from all the others, They met him while they were sneaking out of school, Damien was the Hall Monitor and noticed them sneaking off. He gave the two a warning slip and forced the two to go back to class— he wasn’t going to let the two skip class. During the lunch break he’d walk up to the two and tell them that it’s not good to skip school and would go on a ramble about how school was important, but at the end of the rant— he noticed they were sitting alone and he suggested that if they stop sneaking out he’d introduce them to his friends. Before William could say anything the Viewer agreed, because to be honest— they started to feel lonely and a bit bored, after all with only each other there wasn’t much to do after a while.

At first William was upset for them making the decision without asking him, but he’d go along with it after all it made the viewer happy so he wasn’t going to complain. The two of them were led to a table by Damien, at the table there was one other man and one woman. “This is my friend, Mark.” Damien introduced the male sitting at the table, who gave a bright smile and a nod. “And this is my sister, Celine.” She murmured a small hi before going back to reading a book. The Viewer smiled and waved “My name is Y/N and this is my best friend, William.” They said and introduced themself and William. The Viewer could tell this was going to be the start of a great friendship, but it would take some time to get to that place but the Viewer didn’t mind— as long as they all got along together and had fun in the end, it could take as long as it could.

The time after that went by fast to them, Williams first job as the Safari Hunter, Damien becoming a mayor, Celine and Mark getting together— with William being disappointed at that, and the Viewer becoming the District Attorney because of Damien. Williams issue was that not only did he like Celine but he also liked the Viewer, He didn’t know what to do about his little crush on Celine— He knew it was wrong but he did care, he wanted to let go of his crush but that quickly changed upon the two getting to spend time together alone. A drink turned into three and a flirt turned into a kiss, before they realized what both of them were doing it was far too late. William felt guilt and was the one who admitted what he had done to Mark, who didn’t take it very well. Mark lashed out on the two, he felt so hurt that because two of the closest people to him hurt him the most. Mark had stopped talking to anyone by that point, and was quiet for months— that was until everyone received a letter, an invitation to the party. William was surprise that he got one, he didn’t expect Mark to want him there— both the men weren’t doing well mentally after what had happened but William decided that if Mark wanted to try to be friends again then they could try, but William didn’t realize that was Marks intentions.

Everyone went to the party, except Celine as she wasn’t invited— because she technically still lived with Mark except she had went to visit family for a week. Everyone enjoyed the party, at least the beginning of it— Everyone danced, played poker and danced. The viewer passed out a little later into the night and Damien helped them to their room, he may have been drunk but he’d still be a gentle man, but as the Viewer was helped up they had noticed William pointing a gun at both the Detective and Mark, they were yelling and arguing with each other. In the morning Marks body was found and up came an investigation from the Detective, and the Viewer who was forced to be his partner, in solving the case that is. But there was one thing William would never forget, and that was you getting shot— by him, in his burst of anger at the detective keeping tabs on him and Celine. He didn’t want to shoot you, he never wanted to hurt anyone in the first place, he tried to save you and he tried his best but he wasn’t a skilled doctor and everyone left him after what had happened— leaving him alone with your body, unaware of what was going on in the mirror. He tried to bandage you, to get the bullet out, to stop the bleeding but he couldn’t and that was breaking him.

Wilford gasped awake from the dream, clenching the sheets as he sat up, breathing heavily as his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings. His hair was a mess as his wide eyes started gathering up tears, He quickly wiped them away though— getting up and dressing himself a bit more well so he wouldn’t go out in pyjamas, not that he’d care about that. He put on some shoes before leaving his house and going for a nightly stroll, He thought some fresh cold air could help him as it was what he’d usually do to calm himself even when he was young. He never liked his dreams, especially not now as all his dreams would be of his childhood and how he spent it, which would then fast forward to him shooting his best friend which always made him break down. He walked towards the park, staring at the concrete side walk that he was on, thinking of anything comforting and something he could do. His mind drifted back to the nightmare, he ran his fingers through his hair and lightly yet harshly enough to cause pain pulled on his hair, trying to focus on anything other than that.

“I’m sorry.” The tears pricked at his eyes again as he walked down the concrete path to the park. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He kept whispering himself, hoping that if they were somewhere out there that they could hear him and forgive him. He finally looked up from the concrete path and stared directly ahead, focusing on getting to the park as he held back tears. He saw a figure walking the way he has just came from, while they walked past him— he had gotten a glimpse of them, and their face. He stopped in his tracks as soon as he did, grabbing their arm and turning them to face him. The person was surprised at this and started to struggle as they thought it was an attack “Hey! Let me go!-“ They yelled before being cut off as they recognized his face, he had wide eyes as he cut them off and spoke. “Y/….N?” He asked, his tear stained face slowly curling up into a sad smile. “William?” The Viewer responded with a shocked expression, he gave a shaky nod before quickly pulling them into a hug “I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry.” He weeped and sobbed into their shoulder.

They didn’t know how to react, they wrapped their arms back and gripped tightly in a comforting manner. He let out a hiccup as he sobbed quite heavily, tears pouring out of his eyes with no break “I’m so sorry— I didn’t want that to happen.” He whispered as he was sobbing into their shoulder, getting their shirt wet though the Viewer didn’t mind too much after all they’ve found their best friend after all the years for searching for him. “I didn’t think the gun was loaded, I didn’t know the gun was loaded.” He admitted as he sobbed. “It’s alright, after all, I’m here aren’t I?” The Viewer said to try and cheer him up “And we can catch up after all the years, I’ve missed you.” They admitted and he looked at them, sniffling as tears ran down his face, yet he managed to smile “Yeah.. I’ve missed you too.” He said shakily and slowly pulled away.

“You were heading towards the park right? I just came from there but we can go there and talk if you’d like?” They suggested, hoping it would cheer him up and clear his mind up a bit. He thought about it for a bit, giving them a chance to examine him— they noticed that he changed a bit in the looks, he had longer black hair, his clothing was more bright, and he had a… pink moustache. “Yeah… I’d like that, I’d like that a lot.” He gave a nod and a smile as he admitted “Shall we go then?” He put his hand out for them to link theirs with, They chuckled softly at that and linked their arm with his. “Of course, William.” They gave a nod as they started walking “Actually, I go by Wilford now.” He gave a sheepish smile, he didn’t mind his face was tear stained— he was happy they were here with him again. “Ah… Wilford.. hmm, it’s a nice name. I haven’t heard it before.” They gave a nod of approval as they walked.

”I forgot to ask… How and Why do you have your moustache pink?” “Ah, It’s a long story, Gumdrop.”

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wheres-everyone-going-bingo · 4 years

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Breathe

Pairing: Damien x Male Reader

Warnings: none

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My hand fell on the kitchen counter, the other grabbing at my chest, urging it to take in a breath of air. Teardrops fell on the tile floor, my breath was fast and shallow, I couldn't slow it. I walked with shaky legs over to my bedroom, picking up my phone and fumbling with the buttons. My trembling hands were barely able to dial Damien’s number.

Hearing the ringback tone, I grew even more shaky thinking about Damien seeing me like this.

“Hello?” I hear Damien’s voice through the speaker, he was met with my shallow breath, as I tried to get the words out

“D-Damien, I need you to come over”

“Y/N? What’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Damien, just please come over” Before he could question any further I hung up on him. Leaning against the wall, waiting for his arrival.

I closed my eyes as I heard the front door unlock, mentally preparing myself. I felt gentle hands on my shoulders

“Who did this? Y/N? Who do I have to kill?” A familiar mayor’s voice softly asked me. The only reply I could muster was collapsing in his arms. Damien wrapped his arms around me, rocking me back and forth. “Hey, hey, you’re going to be alright. Everything’s going to be okay” I grasped his dress shirt, sobbing into it as he stroked my hair.

Damien pulled away from me, using his hand to lift my chin. I avoided eye contact, slightly embarrassed of my state.

“Y/N look at me, please” Damien’s voice pleaded with me to look up, the worry in his voice convinced me to. My sad eyes met his soft ones, Damien gave me a small smile. “There’s my handsome boyfriend” his comment earned a grin on my face. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shook my head, not wanting to think about my problems at the moment. Damien nodded in reply, knowing that I’ll tell him later, he picked me up in his arms and made his way over to my bed.

Damien placed me on my bed, dropping down next to me.

“Damien you can’t sleep in your suit” I spoke as he shrugged

“I’ll iron it later, it’s a small price to pay to make sure you’re okay” Damien snuggled into my chest as I wrapped my arms around him. “You need to have a rest now sweetheart”

“Okay, as long as you stay with me”

“I always will”

#yes i know they didnt have phones back then #damien #wkm #markiplier #x male reader #male reader #fanfic

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mookoo-writes · 6 years

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~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.

#Darkiplier x Teen Reader #darkiplier x reader #Dark with a kid is so fucking adorable #markiplier egos fanfic #markiplier egos #fanfiction #my works

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spookyold-saintjm · 4 years

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#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.”

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