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General:

While Host may seem antisocial, it mostly just stems from the fact he’s always looking for inspiration

He’s always trying to expand both his knowledge and skills, and it makes him seem nearly unapproachable

It doesn’t help that he keeps the bandages wrapped firmly around his eyes

He gets some comments of pity when he goes places, but it doesn’t seem to bother him

It’s honestly slightly amusing to him when people ask if he needs help

He can entirely see through the bandages, but most people seem to think he’s entirely blind

With the abilities he has, he finds a small form of comfort in the fact that people really don’t know he can see what they’re doing

It helps him observe his surroundings better, people being unaware of the fact he can openly see what they’re doing when they think he can’t

There’s certainly a lot of near embarrassing actions people do when they’re relatively alone with him

He usually stays stoic, but from time to time people can see small traces of an amused smile on his face

He’s definitely been questioned about the bandages, and he’ll always mutter a scripted, “I was in an accident that injured my eyes”

It left people baffled, generally asking what happened

He shrugs, and leaves it at that

There are a couple places he’ll frequent, looking at busier areas for more ideas on his next work of writing

It strikes some people as odd that he almost looks like he’s genuinely looking around, but they often don’t question it

He saves all of his writing for his home, mildly enjoying how people always thinks he’s blind

If he wrote anything down in public they’d certainly know he could see through the bandages

And where’s the fun in that?

Relationship:

Any relationship with him would end up being a slow-burn scenario

He’s reluctant to get someone close to him in any capacity, but if someone piques his interest then he’ll accept any approaches

The start of a friendship was always a bit rocky

He didn’t want to be friends with someone who just pitied him and nothing else

Though once the friendship escalates, he gets relatively more open with them

He’d initially be drawn to you if you had interests in creative outlets

It could inspire his own creativity, and that would be a dead set giveaway he cared

He’d ask you about it, any settings or music you’d listen to in order to focus on your work

It would have him opening up, and eventually confessing

He can be blunt, but always tries to make sure you feel cared for

There would be gifts consistently, especially if they were related to any creative project you’d work on

Yarn, fabric, paint, whatever you needed for the project would be yours within the first mention of the project

Eventually, he’d confess he could see through the blindfold

It made you falter, but if you accepted him you’d be set in a relationship with him for life

He rarely dated, but if you were truly aware and understanding about his situation, he’d fall for you over time

He wanted to know everything about you, and ask comprehensive questions eagerly

Anything and everything, he’d want to know

Without even realizing it, he’d found his new muse

His work genres shifted, catering both to your interests and how he felt about you

Romance wasn’t something he’d considered about writing, but after seeing how happy you can make him, it seemed to be his new main focus

NSFW:

He wants to cater to you, in and out of the bedroom

If you wanted to be in charge, he’d eagerly let you

And if you wanted him to be in full control of the situation, he’s more than fine with that, too

He can be vocal about dirty talk, but once he’s fully wrapped up in the situation the words somewhat simmer to a halt

As a sub, he’s constantly a whining mess

It still has an edge to it, but for the most part just results in gasps and whines, whimpering the closer he got to the edge

Now as a dom, he’d be much less vocal

Frequent grunts and gasps, and if you insisted on more dirty talk…he would oblige

As a writer, he always has a way with words

He’ll tell you the words he knows you want to hear, and often resort to telling you exactly what he wanted to do to you

It would be amazing, and it would be extremely difficult to find someone better with words than he was

He’d even go so far as to mumble the filthy things on his mind in your ear while out in public

He seems to get a rise out of making you flustered when no one else can hear

He’ll let out a laugh if your cheeks turned red, saying things in your ear that are straight out of a smutty romance novel and then some

He’s also a go with the flow type person, and he’s always willing to try anything once

No matter the kink or scenario, he’ll try it with you

Even if it’s something outrageous, he’ll accept it with a nod and ask when you wanted to try it

You’d never felt so comfortable in yourself and your body more, and it’s truly what he sets out to do

Besides…how could you possibly leave someone who would do anything you wanted them to do?

General HC’s:

While he enjoys being the mayor, and someone people can rely on, it definitely has its downsides

He gets overwhelmed during the busier times of the year, and always tends to relax in the same ways

He has a wide array of tea, and uses some of them on different days and situations

One kind to wake him up in the morning, one to focus during the work day, and one to relax with when he finally gets home at varying hours

He isn’t the biggest fan of coffee, but tends to drink it from time to time depending on what’s going on that day 

He also tends to prefer books over movies, he still watches them on an off of work day if he sees something that piques his interest

Typically, he enjoys a good documentary or romcom

Book wise, he’ll read most genres out of curiosity or even just to read something that a coworker or friend recommended

He also always finishes a book once he’s started it, even if the beginning and middle aren’t quite something he enjoyed

Something about putting a book down once he’d started it makes him want to finish the whole thing

Usually it ends up coming down to the fact that he can appreciate someone who expresses themselves in literature

It would feel rude if he didn’t finish a book, that someone had written and slaved over for copious amounts of time

So even if he doesn’t end up enjoying the book, he can still appreciate all the work that went into writing it

Romantic HC’s:

As the mayor, he knows he has to keep up with some level of appearance

He’ll dress nice, and always offers to buy his partner clothes

Going on a date? He makes sure to dress appropriately, but if you were dressed down for it he doesn’t even seem to bat an eye

He’s proud of who he ended up dating, and won’t tolerate any ill wishes on the person he’ll fall in love with

Though being in the public eye can be exhausting for him

Because of it, and the media surrounding him each day, he usually prefers date at home or anywhere he can be alone with his partner

Of course he still enjoys fancier places, but he wouldn’t be upset if that’s not something you enjoyed too

It’s all about what you’re comfortable with at the end of the day

He keeps things brief when it comes to media, and answers any questions they have about who he’s dating brief and to the point

He always insists they respect your privacy, but won’t deny that he either has strong feelings, or is entirely in love depending on the point in your relationship

Damien also seems to be a slightly different person when the two of you are alone

In public, he avoids most acts of PDA to keep things more formal, but when you’re alone?

Hand holding, hugs, kisses, massages, he doesn’t care

He just seems to revel and enjoy when he can have skin-on-skin contact in any capacity

Gifts are also a regular occurrence with him

He’ll give you a wide grin and beam at you any time he buys you something, almost pleading with his eyes for you to enjoy it

He knows about all your likes and special interests, and it seems every gift is beyond perfect for you

Though if you try to give him a gift back, no matter how small, he takes it from you like it’s the most treasured thing he owns

And honestly? Everything you get him is

He has many belongings, but none matter more to him than the gifts he gets from you

NSFW HC’s:

He is…absolutely a sub

With his line of work, he’s expected to be in control of everything from the start of his day to the end of it

So when it comes to you, he loves more than anything else than to relinquish all forms of control he has

Bondage is big as well, with him both loving and disliking it

While he likes having no control, he can also get extremely needy and wanting to touch any part of you he can

Marking is an interest, but it’s much harder to do in the usual places because of his public appearances

But he will lose all thoughts entirely when you mark his chest with little bites or hickeys

It drives him wild, and if he had numerous marks where his clothes cover, he will walk around your apartment or house with clothes few and far between

Just so he can proudly display to you that he enjoys knowing they’re proof that he’s yours

There were very few moments he would try to be the more dominant one, only to become a blushing and stuttering mess on top of you

He has to keep his composure all day, but can’t get enough of you shattering his composure entirely as you claim him in any way possible

No matter the situation, he finds ways to make sure you feel as good as he does

Even if it burns, he tries to make sure you hit your climax first

It definitely doesn’t usually work, but he’ll beg and plead with you to have you feel as good as he does if not better

Overall, he loves you entirely, and treasures every touch and shattering orgasm he gets

You stood outside of Dark’s office, not long after wrapping up your conversation with Wilford. Thoughts were all running through your head, trying to think of what you would say. How was this something you could have prepared for? He ruined you, and didn’t seem to care. Would he grow bored of you? Leave you into the never ending expanse of the void until you withered away?

No…none of those sounded right. But even so, you couldn’t think of how this conversation would go. He wasn’t human, so how could you even attempt to appeal to his humanity when there’s none to be found? It took far too long, just standing outside the office door. He did say you could come in whenever, but you tried and failed to think of a solid reason to be there. “Just to talk” didn’t seem like a good enough reason if he truly was busy. 

After a few more moments of contemplating, making a solid script in your head, you knocked on the door. You heard a quiet response to come in. Pushing the door open, you observed the room. It looked almost identical to the last time you’d been in here. But it seemed to be brighter, almost as he sat under a lamp in the corner. Dark had a book in his hand, and barely lifted his head to acknowledge you. He did a short double take, before placing a bookmark on the page he was on and stood up. 

“I was wondering if you’d finally come in.” He said, only slight curiosity being detected from you. “You were out there for almost an hour.” He pointed out, making you blink in surprise. 

Right…a demon…and he knew you were there the whole time? If you weren’t so nervous about the situation, you’d have been embarrassed. Instead, you could only let out a small, “oh…” 

He stood, walking over to the couch and sitting down with a small nod to signal for you to sit on the seat across the table from him. You did so, but you were feeling more unsure of yourself by the second. After a moment of awkward silence, you opened your mouth to tell him everything that had been on your mind…only to draw a blank on what you’d prepared. You tried to relax, lean back and think of what you wanted to say. He seemed to give you time, only to sigh and speak first. 

“I presume you’re here to talk about what happened.” He stated, already knowing what this was all about. “It’s been a few days since we talked, and I knew this was coming the moment you refused to leave your room.” Another sigh, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “I know it’s a lot to process, but it’s the reality of the situation.” His tone was cold, but small traces of concern leaked through his tone. 

The bluntness had you wincing, and you nodded. A short while passed as you looked at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with them idly. “Yeah.” You confirmed, your voice devoid of much emotion. It almost startled you, how empty you sounded. “I know…you don’t really plan to let me go.” You took a deep breath, and tried to articulate your words as best you could. “But I also can’t pretend I’m okay with what you did.” 

It would have been too overwhelming to see whatever expressions may be on his face, so you kept your eyes on your lap. “It wasn’t right. And…and even if we were to be together here, all it did was push me away.” Your eyes watered, and you had to fight off the urge to jump over the table to punch him right then and there. But since you’d calmed down from your earlier breakdown to Wilford, it was much easier to be somewhat level headed now. Still hurt, but thinking more clearly by far than at that moment. 

He didn’t speak, simply letting you take control of the conversation. “Before I met you guys I didn’t even know demons were real. Of course I was scared, and pissed, and hurt.” You clenched your fists onto the fabric of your pants, knuckles turning white. It took a few more moments to try and collect yourself, trying to choose your words carefully so you didn’t start crying again. “I loved him, and you knew that. People don’t just…kill anyone for no reason. Especially not when they’re trying to get close to the person they just devastated by harming someone they loved.” 

Despite your efforts, a few tears fell. Maybe it was because your mind was racing, you didn’t hear him stand and move closer to you. It wasn’t until he knelt in front of you, taking your hands and holding them in his own that you noticed him. Your eyes widened slightly, seeing him rub his fingers across the back of your hands when you realized you were bleeding. Not heavily, but your nails had apparently dug into your thighs from the extreme emotions you had been feeling. 

He looked at your hands and thighs tenderly, seeming to analyze the damages without fully being able to see them. “Thank you for telling me this.” His voice was soft, softer than you’d ever heard him before. The grip he had on your hands wasn’t painful, it even felt like he was scared he’d break you if he held on any tighter. It left you the possibility of freeing your hands from his if you wanted to. “I know it’s not a normal situation for anyone. Anti and I…we haven’t felt this way about a human before.”

He sighed, but looked up at you almost desperately. “We feel anger strongly, and seeing you being happy because of someone else was too much.” It looked like he was pleading for your forgiveness, mixed with the anger of the thought of you with someone other than him. “We may not deserve your forgiveness. And I can make no promises we won’t hurt you again.” He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing them tenderly. You didn’t pull back, surprised at the care he was trying to express with small words and actions. 

You stilled, registering his words slowly as if there was a barrier between you. Before you opened your mouth, feeling slight fear over the fact that he admitted they may hurt you again, he shook his head to prevent you from speaking. 

“We’re different from you, in many ways. Things that hurt a human, couldn’t touch us if they tried. But I do make you a promise.” His eyes trailed up to yours, and his grasp on your hands tightened so slightly that you barely registered it. “If there is anyone or anything that hurts you, I will do everything in my power to fix it.” There was intensity in his eyes, and you struggled to find a proper response. 

“Me and that…” He paused, near hissing the word, “idiot…care for you. In ways we don’t understand.” His expression softened, and he rose from his kneeling position. He kept his hands on yours, and pulled you up gently. “That doesn’t mean we don’t want to protect you. Our methods may be unorthodox, but they come from a sincere place.” 

Dark reached out a hand, cradling your cheek as he smiled at you. “Think of it as…a more animalistic urge. We consider you ours, and there isn’t much we wouldn’t do to keep it that way…” He trailed off, looking off to the side before giving a near forced smile. “Even if that means we have to give you more space than we’d like to.” He chuckled, trying to keep himself in check. 

“It will be difficult. But we intend to make your time with us count.” He lowered his hand from your cheek, trailing it down your shoulder and arm. “We can’t find it in ourselves to let you go, now that we’ve seen how special you are.” His words were heavy, and only confirmed your idea that they didn’t intend to allow you to leave. “And while we may not be able to earn your forgiveness…it won’t stop us from trying.”

His eyes trailed from yours to your lips, before shaking his head and looking away. “You ARE ours. But we want you to want that as well.” He let out a small chuckle, bringing your hand up to his lips once more. “There is nothing we can’t provide to you. While you are ours, we can’t deny that we’re yours just the same.” He brought your hand to his chest, and you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. 

It was racing, and by now you knew yours raced as well. “Our hearts beat differently from humans. They only seem to beat at all when we feel stronger emotions than we normally would.” He used his free hand to tilt your chin up to look at him. “I’ve never felt this…this feeling of a heart beating inside of me. While it doesn’t make me human, it’s a feeling that I’d never want to lose.” 

His thumb trailed across your jaw, and he leaned closer until your lips were nearly touching. Your breath hitched, not anticipating this was how the conversation would go. But he seemed to register the conflicting emotions in your eyes and didn’t close the distance between you. “I’ve never felt alive, as I have since we met.” He leaned back only slightly, and there was a near rumbling in the air around you. 

You thought you saw traces of reds and blues, but couldn’t stop looking into his eyes as he spoke. 

“I wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything. If you need anything, say the word. I’ll be by your side as much as I possibly can be. And…” His eyes seemed to darken, and his hand clutched around yours as you felt his heartbeat only increase in pace. “I swear to you, that you will never want for anything. It will already be yours. We can truly be what you need, and all you have to do is try. Try to be with us, and try to care for us. As much as the concept has confused me, all we want…”

“The hell is your problem?” He huffed, trying to dematerialize only to find himself trapped within the confines of your phone. “The hell?” He looked entirely baffled, quickly realizing he wasn’t able to transfer to a different electronic at all. But his frustration made it hard for you to hold in a laugh. 

“What? You don’t like when I mess with you too?” You gave up and started laughing, sitting up in your bed to look closer at the entity now trapped in your phone. “Consider this payback for all the times you pranked me.” A shrug of your shoulders, and you stood up from the bed and stretched. 

His look darkened for an entirely different reason when he looked at you from the screen. Your shirt rode up, and your sleep pants stayed overly baggy, nearly showing half your waist. But when you lifted the phone to look at him, the expression was gone and replaced by near childish annoyance. 

“What do you mean? I only do small pranks! They’re no big deal but you TRAPPED me in your fucking PHONE!” He tried to send electric waves through, and each attempt was entirely pointless. “Let me out! Stop this shit and get me out of here!” When you laughed, his expression turned into a scowl. “You are, by far, the most frustrating man I’ve ever met.” Another huff, and he sat down on a line of code as if it were a chair.

“Oh please, Anti. You can prank me all day but I can’t pull just one?” You laughed, poking the screen playfully. It only made him scowl more, and you continued. “Besides, I think it would be fun to keep you on my phone. Just carry you around all day.” A snicker, and you paused to look at him. 

He kind of…looked cute. Like a kicked puppy who was whining for attention. It almost made you feel bad, but the amusement far outweighed that. With a sigh, you debated removing the barrier. Maybe soon, but you had to take the opportunity to tease him further. “You know…it could be funny to bring you to work with me…without you being able to shock me through my damn tablet.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Maybe I can do this more often. After all, your pranks do make it pretty frustrating to work.” You shrugged your shoulders, though you did mean what you said. “And! That would mean I get more time to actually spend with you without wondering if I’m gonna have to see my coworkers' eyes glow green while you make them embarrass me in front of customers.”

He paused, and it looked like he had a near guilty expression on his face. “Does it really upset you that bad?” You barely heard him from how quiet he was speaking. It was unusual to say the least. Nothing seemed to bother him, but your words seem to have hit him deep. Maybe he truly felt guilty now knowing his “harmless” pranks had actually upset you. 

But his mask of arrogance seemed to slip back into place. “Let me out.” His tone was genuine, but he seemed to have that mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’ll say sorry if you let me out.” There were the slightest traces of vulnerability that had your eyes widening in surprise. 

When he said it like that, you decided to finally remove the barrier. He seemed to realize it wasn’t there the moment you removed it. He lunged out, pushing you back until you hit the wall. His hands slammed against the wall beside your head and he looked damn near feral with that wicked grin on his face. 

“You’re a frustrating bastard, you know that?” He laughed, but it didn’t sound like a pleasant laugh of happiness. It was dark, and made you shiver from just how menacing it sounded. 

He reached one hand to trail along your cheek in a false sense of tenderness before he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you harshly into a kiss. It was intense, and you struggled to even return it properly. But your cheeks had turned a deep shade of red, and your breath hitched as he finally pulled back to bite your lower lip. 

He leaned back just slightly, enough to see your flustered expression. It only served to make his grin widen, eyes flaring with glowing green. “That was a bold stunt you pulled, trapping me like that.” His hand shifted to grip the back of your neck before trailing to wrap his hand around your throat. 

You gasped, surprised at the sudden shift. He wasn’t squeezing it, but the implications of it left you entirely stunned. You were even still catching your breath from the kiss, and couldn’t think of the words to say. 

“But you know…it may be more fun if you’re the one trapped next time.” He chuckled, and squeezed your throat lightly. It didn’t cut off your air supply, but it was enough to keep your attention on the sensation. “I’ve thought about it too many times. Seeing your coworkers being too friendly, or your friends hugging you…it drives me fucking crazy.” 

“Anti…? You mumbled, confused at where this was coming from. There were slight twinges of fear, but also excitement. It was no surprise he had a darker side of him, and for some reason it made you feel even more wanted. But you didn't interrupt further, only letting him continue. 

“You think it’s been easy? Playing nice, trying not to scare you…too much, at least.” His other hand trailed to wrap around your waist, pulling you completely against him. “The thought of trapping you instead, keeping you hidden away for my eyes only…you know how damn bad I want that?” The grin on his face left you stunned, shivering at this side of him you hadn’t seen before. 

“You might hate it at first. But why would you want to leave? I could give you…everything…you need.” His lips brushed against yours once more, and you were too confused to process it. 

Did he really want that? You had friends, family who would miss you. And you’d miss them just as much. But the desire he had for you seemed to leave you more intrigued than afraid. 

What if you wanted it too? To be craved, desired in ways no one had before. You had to shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment, but at least to express your feelings. “You’re not making any sense.” You sighed, and gently rested your hands on his chest. You noted how he shuddered from just the light touch. “You can’t just hide me away from everyone. And what about what I want, too?” 

His expression flickered between more emotions than you could register, before it settled into an unsettling smirk. “You want ME, and that’s all that matters.” As he emphasized the words, he towered over you and pulled you impossibly closer. “But if you want to stay, then I’ll just be keeping an even closer eye on you.” 

His hand squeezed firmer around your throat, and left you gasping. “When you work, when you shower, when you hang out with friends, even when you’re having your “alone” time. I’m always going to be there.” He let out a near cackle, “And when you think I’m not there…that you’re safe, I’ll show up. And if you test me…if you try that shit again?” 

He leaned closer, intimidating you by the sheer intensity of the situation. “I’ll be sure you never get to see another living being again. You’re already mine, and if you EVER try to forget it, I’ll remind you exactly what I’m capable of.”

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. 

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