Fractures- Darkiplier/ Damien x Reader
Damien x Reader/ Darkiplier x Reader
It wasn't supposed to be like this, today of all days.
October thirteen. Technically his birthday, the day he came into his being.
He hated this day.
October thirteen was their death day. They being all parties involved in that place of sorrow- the day Celine took matters into her own hands, dragging her undeserving brother with her. When Wilford- William broke, Abe and the dear District Attorney were shot, and everyone else had left them to rot. And Mark- stupid, selfish Mark, who thought killing himself was the answer to everyone else's problems. Oh, how Dark longed to slap him unconscious now and forever.
It didn't matter if all parties involved had actually died or not... All of them who had walked out of that mansion were
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
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
(Collab) Complex Beings, Complex History (Ch. 2)The woman’s face was… well, very beautiful, yet she looked very shocked. To Wilford, it was clearly noticeable. He took a small breath, with his fingers fiddling. His face felt very hot right from out of nowhere.
“You've changed…” the woman said, making Wilford’s head perk. His brows furrowed.
“What do you mean?” he asked. “Have we met before?”
The woman’s face strangely started morphing with her aura almost looking like the red and blue are in turmoil. Both worried and fascinated, Wilford took a small step towards the woman.
“Are you alright?” he asked. The woman took one foot off the edge of the roof.
“We- I must go…” she said, gripping her hair. She suddenly hopped off the roof, with Wilford running after her.
“No, wait!” he exclaimed. He skidde
Complex Beings, Complex History (WKM collab- Ch.1) “And we won’t come home until we’ve kissed a girl~”
Singing along to his new obsession song, Wilford began sifting through an old dump to find more knickknacks and fidgets to mess around with. While it wasn't a daily or even weekly ritual, it was a quick way to decorate his home… a broken old van. He carries a small backpack around him, and stuffs anything he finds adorable or useful in it. So far, he’s stashed away an old matchbox full of 15 bullets (“Who would ever want to get rid of this??”), a rubber ducky, a toy dog bobble-head, some relatively useless but very pretty car keys, a chipped paddle ball, a dirty engagement ring, some colorful slinkies, a medal, a fire extinguisher, a water bottle that actually has clean water in it somehow, and a drooping rose, planted inside of a dirty boot. After a few hours, he found that the bag was full, and decided it was time to go home.
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