Damien!

Request: I have my permit test and I’m stressed out, and figured that’d be a good oneshot idea. So could you do either Damien x reader or Dark x reader where the reader is doing something (studying for college exams or doing paper work for work or something) and is stressed and it’s up to them to help her not be so stressed?

Genre: fluff

How long had you been staring at the same piece of paper for? Numbers and words blurred together to the point where you decided to throw it amongst the stack of notes and worksheets scattered about your feet. Because you sat on the hardwood floor of your living room, your butt was sore from sitting on the wooden floorboards for so long and you were growing tired of it. College was no easy feat, and studying for midterms only solidified your hatred for the entire thing.

warnings: this is defo not a healthy relationship bare in mind

a/n: i’m kinda tired. i rly like the ending of this also! request by anon:  Possessive!Dark x Reader. Where he actually FEELS affectionate towards the reader and he doesn’t like anyone else showing her affection or kindness because he wants her to think that he’s the only one that loves her. He wants her to seek comfort in him so that he can listen to her pain and feelings of rejection and he feeds off of it. And he loves to reassure her that he loves her because he knows that his claws of manipulation will sink deeper into her

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MASTERLIST.

There are two sides of him, one might say. One is primarily controlled by logic and cold polished feelings, a strive for success and the masterful art of manipulation. The other, however, one that shows much more often when he’s around you, is the incurable desire for both affection and destruction, love intertwined with hatred and violence mixing with a gentle touch. There is not a doubt in your heart that he loves you – in his own twisted way perhaps, but loves all the same. What you do doubt sometimes is your ability to hold and bear his love, because it is no sweet trip down the river in sunny spring. No. It is more of a stormy night, a bullet being fired or a car speeding down the highway bound to crash. It’s chaotic. Intense. Unstoppable. Destructive.

Ultraviolet, one may even say.

Pairing: Damien x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst.

Notes: I was writing the next part to ‘Unhealthy obsession” when this popped in my head. And it will be a 4-part series hehehe. 

There isn’t much that you remember. Just a loud ringing in your ears and this horrible pain in your abdomen. There was a flash of light, something red, wet - blood maybe. Your’s? You’re not sure. Just that what ever happened caused you to be in this void of a place.

Everything sounded echoed, like the darkness lasted on for miles and miles. Honestly it terrified you, but wherever your turned there were no exit. You wanted out. Wanted to go home.

But no, that was never meant to happen to you, was it?

“Y/N.”

You whip around, facing where that very familiar voice came from. Standing there, with a blue outline was Damien. He looked…different. Full of sorrow and something else that you couldn’t name at the moment. Relief flooded you when you saw him.

“Damien!” Hurried steps later and you’re being held tightly in his arms. But once again, something seems off. “What’s going on here? What happen?”

Damien hesitated to answer you, looking in pain at what was need to say. The words left his lips in a horse whisper. He didn’t want this for you, you didn’t deserve this.

“You’re - We’re - dead.”

You went stiff. Slowly, you pulled away from the man you trusted more then anything, and looked at him. You were dead?

“The colonel sought to that.” Damien paused, shaking his head. Once again, something seemed off as he hesitated. But then he gripped your shoulders tightly. Looking at you with hope and desperation. “But it’s not too late for you - you can still go back.”

“B-but, what about you?”  Silence and a sad smile was your reply. “No!” You shake your head. “I won’t go back, i can’t leave you in this…This place!” As you said this you gestured around you. “ Not with out y-”

“I WILL NOT -!” Damien takes a deep, shaky breath.”I will not lose you…I’ve lost everything thanks to Mark. I will not lose you too.”

You didn’t question what he meant. A part of you already know, and only voice int out loud or asking will only cause more pain to Damien. For a brief moment, you wonder where Celine is.But that thought is soon cast out by Damien’s next words.

“You trust me, right?”

“Unconditionally.”

Once again that odd emotion flashed in his eyes as he hesitated. What was wrong?

“Listen. Y/N. Your body is still out there, as broken as it may be. You - we have the chance to go back. Together.”

“Together?”

He agrees. There was no thinking it over, you wanted to go back. With Damien. His hands move from your shoulders until they were cupping your face gently. He placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, finding it too painful to kiss you on your lips - especially with whats planned in his mind right now.

That’s when your vision start to blur, and Damien slowly drifts away. The sound of creaking is heard in the background, along with that high pitched sound you heard when you arrived.

“Everything will be okay. I promise.”

 Next thing you know, you’re waking up in your own body.

When you stand up, you’re greeted by the Colonel, looking and sounding a bit delirious and baffled about you coming back to life. But then came the heart wrenching cries for his friends as he placed Damien’s cane down and he left looking for them. 

You turn towards the cane, and slowly you reach out for it. Hesitating only a moment before carefully holding it in your hand. You never expected for the image of your hand to suddenly change into a male’s hand. A strong pressure overcame you, almost like you were being squeezed in a juicer. 

Then you were look at the image of Damien looking down at his cane. No, not an image. Pain exploded in your chest at this revelation. Your eyes start to burn, voice shouting out to the man in front of you -the one who now has control of our body.  

“No…No, Damien! Don’t do this to me! You promised!” Briefly you get the feeling he can hear you. “ You promised! You said both of us would get out of that place…you said…” You trail off, squeezing your eyes shut before you pounded on the glass. Hoping for something. 

“I trusted you!”

But all you got was blurred vision, hoarse voice and a heavy heart. The glass cracked under your fists against it, once, then twice. Part of it was missing, an opening that you don’t think Damien noticed. Even as he looked up at you, guilt and pain showing for the last time on his face. 

Rage consumed him and he was gone. Along with Everything that could have been. 

Requested: “Do you take requests for mayor damien from who killed markiplier? If so, could i request one where he catches the fem reader drawing him and is flattered. She gets embarassed, but he asks to see her other drawings and while looking he blurts out that he loves her? If you arent taking damien ones then could you please make it wilford warfstache? Love your blog! Everything is so well written!!💛💛💛” - @dragonsgirl

Fandom: Markiplier

Pairing: Damien/Reader

A/n: OML I absolutely love the WKM series! It’s so great! Why did none of you force me to watch it as soon as possible? Also, thank you for the kind words, you're very sweet.

               You lifted your pencil and began working on another sketch. Your “partner” had asked you to get pictures of all the possible suspects in Mark’s death so you could create a timeline. You had no way to print out pictures even if you did have a camera, so you decided to ketch everyone. You had already sketched the chef, butler, and Kernel, not to mention the many drawings of Damien you already had.

               Damien had been your friend for a very long time. He was loyal and honest and he always saw the good in people. It was one of the many reasons that you loved him so dearly. He was a good man but it seemed he always had eyes for another. It didn’t matter either way. You were too quiet and shy to ever confess anyway.

               You groaned as you looked at the finished product. You got his nose wrong, again! You were just about to start erasing when you heard a knock at your door. You placed the picture down on the bed and got up to answer it.

               “Hey, Damien.” You said as you opened the door just enough to poke your head out. “What’s up?”

               “I was wondering if you’ve seen the Kernel lately. I need to speak with him.” Damien looked down at you with his big, brown, doe eyes that made your knees weak.

               “I’m sorry I haven’t seen him.”

               “Do you mind if I come in to talk then? I need to get something off my chest.”

               “Uh,” Your heart raced as you thought of him seeing all your drawings, “let me clean up a little bit first and then we can talk all you want.” You quickly scrambled to pick up all the pictures, leaving the door open a crack. Damien took that as an invitation inside and opened the door to walk in. He glanced at you as you scurried around but froze when he caught sight of one of your drawings.

               He quickly snatched it up off the bed before you could grab it and looked at the details. He was shocked that you were so good and even more shocked that you had drawn him.

               “What is this?” He asked, curious of your explanation.

               “I-it’s nothing, really! The detective wanted me to draw everyone so we could make a timeline…” You trailed off as a blush grew onto your cheeks.

               “May I see the others?” He asked, gesturing towards the drawings in your arms. You looked down and bit your lip. You began shuffling through all of them to find the Drawings of the others amongst all the drawings of Damien. “All of them,” he said, “please?”

               You handed him the drawings with a sigh. He flipped through them all, taking in every detail.

               “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

               “For what?”

               “Isn’t it creepy seeing all those drawings of you?”

               “No, they’re beautiful.” He said, looking up at you. “I love you.”

               “Wait, what?” You sputtered.

               “I-I mean them! I love them!”

               “That’s not what you said, though!” Damien smiled and chuckled lightly.

               “You’ll have to forgive me. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.” He said, placing the sketches down. “I originally came to tell you but,” He looked to the side and paused for a moment before continuing, “I wanted to make it special.”

               “It’s alright Damien. I-I feel the same.” You said. You directed your gaze to the ground.

               “Does that mean that, when we get out of here, you’ll let me take you to dinner?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

               “Of course.” You responded.

summary: (Name) dies and Damien tries to persuade her into giving up her body for him and Celine

warnings: angstangstangst hurtshurtshurts

a/n: this will hurt and if you listen closely you can hear me sobbing.

written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 16 and prompt black. 

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MASTERLIST.

A stinging pain in your abdomen yanks the world from under your feet and you float; your vision staggers and you are thrown back with enough force to knock the life out of you, which actually happens. There are intervals of cold and hot, like your body can’t decide how it should act so it panics and you panic, too. The last of the Colonel fades into the spinning universe of bright colors and a slowly darkening world. Black. It’s all black once you reach the ground, but you don’t feel it, a strange and foreign numbness spreading through your body as you slip away—

“Let me speak to her. Alone.”

summary: the reader and damien were lovers before WKM. they still care about eachother even after the events of WKM

warnings: angst and spoilersTM

a/n: needed to get this out my system bc i’m still crying

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MASTERLIST.

Gray. A whole world of nothing but gray tones and colors, a vast emptiness that has no start or finish…That is what you see, or at least what you think you see. The first time you had been here was right after being shot, faced with a dilemma whether to live on as a…being or die as yourself. Putting your trust into the wrong people had driven you to the first option. That day there was darkness all around you. Now it’s all simply gray. The surface of this place is wet, calm streams of water rush by your feet, but why or to where you have no clue. Gray. Time passes neither fast nor slow, you cannot dream or eat or do anything but exist and feel certain things. Only strong emotions though, the ones that are powerful enough to break the shell of indifference that constantly surrounds you. Those emotions flash in bright violent colors, namely blue and red, representing of the two other people stuck here with you. Celine and…Damien.