Multifandom Oneshots

Darkiplier/ Damien x Reader- What We Desire...

(Inspired by a random tumblr prompt where instead of everyone dying during WKM we're treated to Damien coming home and probably smothering his significant other with cuddles)

Mayor Damien x Reader

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It had been such a very long weekend... that, you would admit.

While you and Damien had been separated before- considering he was the Mayor and all- it always worried you whenever he had to leave. Something could happen to him, something could happen to you and he wouldn't know about it, one of you (most likely you, seeing that Damien actually had a head on his shoulders) could do something astronomically stupid...

The possibilities for your anxieties to run rampant were endless. You had gone through the first two days alright, weeding through Damien's paperwork and running around trying to make sure the city didn't blow itself up while its tireless Mayor was away. Stressful, yes, but you were surrounded by so many reminders of your beloved that you found yourself smiling though the insane tasks. It was only after Damien's colleagues convinced you to take a break the second day that you begin to truly worry about him...

Neither of you had ever gone three days without some form of communication between you. Damien was a trustworthy man, an honorable man. But what worried you was that some of his friends were not so.

He'd be fine, Damien has said. He'd keep the others in check, Damien promised, keep them from killing each other. Although you know he said this jokingly, with his friends as the subject you were never quite sure that it would ever be entirely a joke...

Every time there was a knock on the door, you tensed, thinking it was him, and then becoming crushingly disappointed every time. It was ridiculous, really. The two of you had been dating, living with each other for years now. Your heart shouldn't leap into your throat every time he spoke to you with that soft voice. You shouldn't be so tense, dreading unknown descisions that he was adult enough to make on his own.

At the same time, this man was almost flawless to the point where it was nearly unfair, if you could ever have brought yourself to hold a grudge against him. If he was ever angered to the smallest degree, he would step back and apologize for it at once. He was fiercely stubborn and protective when it came to those he cared about, defending them to anyone who dared to speak ill of their ways. And towards you... There was always a kind, passionate look in his eyes whenever he would catch yours that had made you shiver. No man had ever looked at you with such desire, such respect, for so long as he had.

You'd fallen head over heels for him back when you were younger, more foolish. The moment the two of you had first met, you had no idea that this man would be the one you'd want to spend the rest of your life with, or that you'd confess to him in a fit of desperation. That you could bring such a blush to his completion, and then he'd hold you in his arms, laughing and saying he'd felt the same way for so long. All you knew is that you wanted to be a reason to keep that kind smile on his face.

There was a quiet shuffling outside the doorway, and an all-too-familiar tinkling of keys that made you scramble off of the couch and to the door, not even bothering to check who was outside before slamming it open, your heart and body quaking with admonish and relief.

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Outside was your Damien...

Disheveled suit with his undone bowtie hung loosely around his neck, wringing his cane between his hands, his normally slicked-back-hair fluffed up at the side due to lack of care. He looked as if he'd gone through hell and back, and you knew you were going to ask the new District Attorney what mischief your boyfriend had let himself get into (you swear, if he was talked into doing a keg stand again...) and why you couldn't have had the pleasure to see it. His expression lit up almost in an excited disbelief when he saw you, and he did something that honestly suprised you.

Damien was not a forward man. He respected your space, and any form of affection he showed was after he asked for permission. So it was a welcome shock when he threw aside his cane- threw- and swept you up in his arms, spinning you briefly before peppering sweet little kisses all over your lips, face, neck. Despite yourself, fervent giggles rose through your throat, Damien letting out relieved little chuckles of his own. Your boyfriend carried you into the house, kicking the door behind him before setting you down, still holding you in his arms.

"I missed you," he breathed. "I missed you, (Y/N)..."

"Dami, you were gone... Three days, Dami..."

"I know." He looked sad for a moment, gaze flicking to a lamp before looking into your eyes, apparently decided you should sit down because he led you to the couch. "Mark... He tried to kill himself on Wednesday." You sat straight up, gasping.

"What?!" Damien sighed, sitting next to you and taking your hand.

"Celine had tried to cheat on him with William," he explained, looking off to the side. "Will told Mark before anything had happened, and she got angry at both of them. She left him, and Will wanted nothing to do with her, because he didn't want to hurt Mark. But the damage was done... Apparently that's why I haven't heard from her in over a year." He looked disappointed in his sister, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.

"He'd invited all of us over for one last party. Apparently, it had been a good descision to bring Ethan along as well- he found Mark before he could do anything rash. I'm proud of our new District Attorney." Damien sighed. "These past few days have been... Well, it feels like a nightmare. Everyone at each other's throats, blame being assigned at every corner. To top it off, my dear sister showed up on a whim yesterday."

He shook his head, chuckling. "Everyone kept looking to me for leadership, but... I felt so lost, darling... Ethan knew less about what was happening than I did, and he did far more good than I. If Mark hadn't been talked out of doing what he wanted to do... Someone could have died, dear, I might not be talking to you right now." He looked at you and his eyes widened, whispering, "Oh my God... I could have left you all alone...!"

You crawled over onto his lap, kissing his cheek softly. He clutched the back of your collar, pulling you closer to him. To hold you. To protect you from the monsters that plagued his dreams and prowled his nightmares. When he looked at you, he wanted to treat you like the royalty he thought you were, to be the gentleman he'd tried so long to be.

He wanted to be yours, forever, and whispered this to you softly. You looked at him in shock, a steady blush tracing your cheeks, and you agreed. Because although he deserved better than someone like you...

...Fate can deal worse hands.