(a/n: this has actually been sitting for a while bc i didn’t like the beginning paragraph when I first wrote it, so it had to go thru some revisions that took way too long to get to lol (plus, figuring out a title took a while. Still not sure about it but oh well). Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy!)
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Performance jitters linger while you bound out from backstage, searching amongst the crowd milling in the aisles of the theatre for familiar faces. As you ford through the throng of people, acquaintances interrupt their conversations to congratulate you as you pass, and you respond in delighted surprise. It’s harder to see now that you’re amongst everyone else, faces blending together, but eventually you spot a certain someone standing by his seat in the aisle. You gasp and practically run over to the man you’re happiest to see. “Damien! I didn’t think you’d make it!”
Damien passes his cane to his other hand so he can bring you in for a hug, smile bright and warm. You barely keep yourself from melting in his embrace. “Of course I would! I wouldn’t miss watching my girl perform.”
My girl. Your heart flutters, face warming pleasantly. You’re not used to it yet; part of you hopes it never happens. Thankfully, with your face hidden in his chest, he can’t see your blush, and you’re mostly certain it’s gone by the time you pull away.
“Plus,” he continues, leaning in conspiratorially, “I had Marjorie cover for me.” He grins boyishly, and you can’t help but grin back.
“Good. I owe her one,” you half joke. At the very least, you’ll have to offer your gratitude. “How much did you get to see?”
“Most of it. Darling, you were brilliant.”
Your expression grows bashful. “Oh, come on, now.”
“No, really.” Damien brushes his thumb across your cheek. “I’m proud of you.”
Bashful turns to pure shyness, but you’re so glad he thinks that, more warmth blooming in your chest. “Thank you.”
“But of course.” He kisses your forehead. “You deserve it.”
You’re blushing again, but he’s glancing around the room, thankfully oblivious to it. Actually, you think he looks at the seat first, as if there was supposed to be something there. “Is there anyone else you’d like to speak with? Do you want to go find who you were talking with beforehand?”
You shake your head. “Just some people I know. I wasn’t in conversation long, I can always talk with them later.”
“Good.” Damien smiles, and you think he’s relieved. “We can leave, then, if you like.”
You take a moment to think about it, thrown off by how quickly he’s considering leaving, but you really have nothing else keeping you here if he wants to chat elsewhere. “…Sure!”
“Alright. Let me go find a valet to pull the car around.”
You nod. “Mm-hm. That’ll give me time to get my things from backstage and see if the director needs anything else from us.”
“Good.” He kisses your cheek. “I’ll meet you outside.”
You nod again, trying to keep a stupid grin from meandering across your face. “Alright.”
Damien gives you one last smile and heads out of the theatre, while you all but skip back to your dressing room.
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Damien’s car pulls in just as you make it to the sidewalk, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would have been embarrassed if you had kept him waiting; some of the people backstage had wanted to chat, and you entertained them as long as you could before your anstiness took over. Damien gets out of the backseat once the car is parked, and the valet opens the trunk before handing the keys off to Damien. You take that as your cue to hand your things to the valet, who places them carefully in the trunk, although you do the honors with some pieces that need careful positioning.
Once you’re done with that, Damien comes around to open the door for you, and you dip your head with a “Thank you,” sliding into the passenger seat. You pay no mind to the rear driver’s side door opening and closing, instead looking out the window at the building you just left. Upon hearing the actual driver’s door open, you turn towards him, only to see a large bouquet of various flowers before you. A gasp flies from you. “Oh, Damien!”
Damien’s smiling face pokes out from behind the arrangement. “Here you are, my dear.”
Mouth open, you take the flowers from him, staring down at them. “Oh. Wow. They’re really for me?”
He nods. “Yes. I meant to give them to you right after the show, but in my hurry to get in and see you, it slipped my mind.” He chuckles. “Thankfully the night is mild.”
Delicately, you brush your hand against the petals. There has to be a dozen, maybe more. It’s probably the largest bouquet you’ve ever seen. And it’s all for you… “Oh…”
“I barely managed to snag the last decent bunch from the florist before they closed.” Damien pauses a moment. You’ve just been staring at the flowers. “You do like them?” he asks, softer.
“Oh, yes, absolutely.” You look over, eyes shiny. “It’s just…” You trail off, gaze dropping back down, and your voice picks up quieter than his was. “I’ve never had a partner get me flowers before…”
You don’t need to see him to feel the disbelief emanating from him. “What? You’ve never…?” He cups your face and turns it towards him again. “Darling, this is an injustice of the highest order, and I will not stand for it. You deserve all the flowers in the world and more.”
You can’t hide the water collecting at your lids, but you hope the darkness obscures it. “Damien…”
He quiets you with a kiss, sudden but soft and tender. A tear rolls down your cheek without your permission, and he brushes it away with his thumb after his lips leave yours. “I would buy you flowers every week—no, every day if it made you happy.”
You giggle, even through the threat of more tears. “I think every day is a bit much.”
“Regardless.” Damien kisses your forehead. “I am going to right this wrong, starting now. I believe I am already on that path.” He smiles at you, and it warms you from the inside out. “Now, let’s get you home.”
You nod and settle into your seat, cradling the bouquet against you and wiping away the remnants of melancholy. The car starts with a rumble, and Damien’s hand finds yours briefly, squeezing it before moving to the shifter and pulling away from the curb.
The original posing for the three lads (originally Dark instead of Damien) was from @godofchaosandlizards while @apersonofnointerest did the sketch in her sketchbook...
and then I digitized it, went feral, and made it this. I did a lot of things I normally don't do for coloring, and the background was fun, and the smile and silhouette was a fun addition, and just. Playing with things in ways I don't normally when it comes to art!
Tumblr is real against me posting this today, apparently! This was originally an anon request, apologies to that anon as tumblr ate that fucking post. The original request was a Werewolf!Reader, but I found it much easier to just make them both vampires. Fourth time's the charm!
Vampire!Damien x Vampire!GN!Reader, TW: blood
Words: 979
You tried avoiding Damien throughout the office whenever you were having cravings. Having him close was nice, but there were too many close calls, when he got too close. He started following you more, which meant more excuses as to why you couldn’t go out with him. I mean, how were you supposed to be able to eat safely without risking him or his relationship with you? Would he even understand?
It’s been a constant struggle trying to consume in private, trying to restrain yourself from feeding off of him. A brush of the hand would send your undead pulse racing, biting your tongue in order to stop your fangs from popping out. He seemed oblivious, although sometimes he seemed to be actively teasing you, as if he knew. And he simply didn’t care.
That on top of wrestling with your romantic feelings for him just, caused you to draw away. You’d give him a brief wave in the hallway, clutching your papers to your chest, speed walking past him. You started hiding in your office more, taking the night shift. Truly being reduced to your primal nature, creeping away to go feed from your donors.
And it was quiet, heartbreakingly enough so. You missed his cheerful laughter, that gorgeous smile, the smile that he put on for you, not the mask that he gave for the crowds. It was softer around the edges, a twinkle in his eyes, his pearly white teeth that he kept in pristine condition. All of that had to stay away, away at a distance, because you were starting to lose your own self control.
That was, until he showed up at your door. With flowers, and soup. You open the door to that smile again, the glimmer in his eyes that reflected the star he was looking at. You welcomed him in, trying to hide yourself in the hoodie you were wearing. Hiding the mark as you fumbled with your clothes, you watch as he places the things he brought in the kitchen.
“Damien, wha- why are you here?”
“You’re avoiding me, you look sick, and I wanted to see if you were alright.”
“I’m fine, you should leave, so you don’t catch it from me…”
“I can guarantee I won’t get sick. In fact, I came here to take care of you. I’ve already taken off work, and already cleared the sick days with your office.”
You freeze, wrapped up in your blanket. You can feel your heart beating loudly in your ears, avoiding his gaze as you struggle to maintain your composure. You hadn’t eaten in several days, and while the soup was thoughtful, you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat it.
“Damien, please, I can’t have you here right now-”
“Why not? Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?”
“No! Now, please, Damien…”
“You’ve already welcomed me in, and this is how you treat me? You’ve been holding yourself up in your office for weeks, never come out anymore… I mean, you started taking the night shift! When do you even sleep?”
“I’m sleeping fine…”
“I don’t believe that for a second. Especially with you avoiding looking at me, did you really think I wouldn’t notice?”
You freeze again, your heart aching for a moment. You couldn’t confess, not either of the things, not now, you’re not strong enough. You try to step away, moving towards your bedroom at the back of the house, when his arm blocks you from continuing, leaning you back against him.
“There we go, you haven’t eaten, have you? Darling, I see the way you look at me. You’re torn. I promise, you won’t hurt me.”
“Wha-”
He moves in, speaking right into your ear as his fangs brush against the outside of your ear.“Your eyes glow red when you look at me, my little monster. It’s rather adorable~”
You don’t move, eyes wide and darting about as you try and ignore his breath on your neck, but something doesn’t want this to end. You start piecing together things in your mind, realizing he must also be a vampire as well. The smile you adore, the glint of his fangs, you had brushed it off before. He smiled that only for you, the one he trusted.
“Darling, I brought you some food, from my personal supply. You need to find better donors.”
“Y-you’re not mad…?”
“Mad? No, I just hoped that the only thing I would have to get you to confess is the crush you’ve had on me for a while.”
You’re sure your face would’ve gone red if you had eaten recently. He guides you back to the couch, wrapping you up in blankets as he gets some blood in a mug for you, handing it to you as you drink slowly. It was slowly filling, the color showing back up on your skin, looking more human, less physically fatigued. You leaned onto him in your exhaustion, struggling to stay awake as your body was no longer busied with hunger pangs.
“There we go, much better, my little monster~”
“How long have you known?”
“Since you were turned, usually the turner teaches the turned how to live as a vampire, but it seems like yours abandoned you. They will be taken care of, but until then, I only care about you being taken care of. Please, darling, let me stay.”
You look up at him, head resting on his shoulder. His smile, your smile, is soft on his lips, but his fangs peeked out from behind his lips slightly. He brushes the hair out of your face, placing a kiss on your forehead.
“Please…”
“I would gladly have you stay over.”
“Good, because I’m not leaving until you’re all better.”
Welcome to my Soft Violencing All Of My Friends: The Series™️
1/8 @writtengalaxies you’re up first Bitch <33
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“Captain what’s the code for the storage room again?”
“Captain when is my break-“
“Hey Captain I need help with this really quick.”
It was always Captain Captain Captain-
You huffed a breath of frustration. Everything had become a bit overwhelming this past week. The stress of your position getting to you again. You woke up incredibly early and went to bed 18 hours later with barely any breaks. You barely even got to spend time with your boyfriend! People should give you things for the amount you’ve been doing for them. Like cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon rolls are good.
..Anyway.
Quite frankly you were tired.
Mark started to realize this.
He had called for you yesterday and you accidentally snapped at him. You apologized of course, …and vented a little bit.
Ever since then he’s been trying to take to workload off of you a little, little things like helping anyone who asked you, getting you your favorite coffee, and even a job or two of yours.
You appreciated it immensely. Especially as you actually had a good amount of time for a lunch break.
But after that lunch break everything got overwhelming again. Mark had seemingly disappeared. You only caught little glimpses of him looking at you as he sped down the hallway holding things out of your view.
Usually you’d investigate or be suspicious, but every time you’d take a step in his direction there was another call for you.
The hours went by slowly. Very Slowly.
By the time it was your usual off time, you still had Your Own jobs to finish. Helping everyone else had taken all of your time up.
So there you were, trudging to go do the last few things-
“Captain-!”
You almost Groan at the word as you turn around, too tired to recognize the voice, but instead of another task, you’re met with a smiling face. His smiling face.
“Captain- There you are! I was looking for you, could you come here?”
You tilt your head.
“For what, Mark?”
“Something! Just come here!”
He excitedly tugs on your arm. The irritated thoughts are clouded by how excited he is and how cute that look is on his face.
“I have a few more things I have to do, can it wait?”
Albeit you were curious, but work comes first.
“Nooo! I have everything else covered for you! Just come with me?”
You pause for a moment, lifting an eyebrow.
“You have everything covered?”
“Yes! Come on!!!”
He tugs on your sleeve again, giving you those silly puppy eyes he knows you can’t resist-
You let out a long sigh.
“Fine.”
His smile grows and he starts to drag you down the halls by your arm.
“Where are we going??”
“You’ll see!”
You just sigh as he continues to bring you somewhere. It takes a moment but, you realize he’s headed towards the food area. You don’t question it, probably because you’re partially groggy from how tired you are.
Turns out he is going to the food area. He pulls you into the room, and on the table are what appear to be cinnamon rolls. He pulls a chair out for you, finding your eyes.
“I know you’ve been struggling a bit recently, sooo I thought you might like something a little little special! …Well cinnamon rolls aren’t That special but I made them so I think they’re special! And I hope you like them!”
You pause for a moment, your brain registering everything.
“You made me cinnamon rolls?”
You don’t realize but your tone sounds a little bit unamused. He pauses, beginning to fiddle with his hands.
“Yes- I know it’s not much but-“
You sigh and step towards him, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. You can tell he didn’t expect it because he pauses, before wrapping his arms around you.
“Thank you Mark. It means a lot more than you know.”
He squeezes you a bit.
“Of course! It’s nothing really- I just remember you saying you wanted cinnamon rolls a while back and- thought I’d make you some..”
“Did I?”
You pull back from the hug, keeping your arms around his neck.
“Um, yes you did! Right before you went to bed the other day, you were mumbling that you wanted cinnamon rolls! I remember because I thought it was cute.”
“And you remembered that?”
“Of course I did!”
You sigh in an affectionate manner, smiling at him.
“Of course you did.”
You just lovingly stare at him for a moment, sure that you have stars gleaming in your tired eyes. Then you lean forward and press a small kiss to his lips, smiling as you pull away.
“Now, I’m going to eat all of these cinnamon rolls and I’m going to Love them.”
I have never zoomed to tumblr so fast. WAAAAA. HES SO. Also the way I said “Mark You Asshole-“ out loud. headinhands. Anyways CHAOS WRITING CHAOS WRITING YEAAAHHHH
This is one of the most targeted things I have probably ever written. It was supposed to be a lot more Yandere, but honestly, I like the direction this took. Very different than your traditional Damien fic.
Damien x GN!Reader, TW: possessiveness, hypnosis, stalking
Words: 516
Damien is far from a perfectionist. His greatest detractors would be the first to point that out, bringing up policies that, he admits fully, were a little sloppy when he signed them in. However, for this? He needs it to be perfect. He knows this much: if it's for you, he can't skimp on anything. He needs to show you how special you are to him, and if that means turning this into the most cliche moment of his life, he'll do it without hesitation or regrets.
The night starts simply. The date was arranged weeks ago, and Damien was watching the weather reports so carefully to make sure nothing could make the day less than perfect. He arrived on your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the size alone offering up silently that it must have cost a small fortune. He's dressed somehow both less and more formally than he does in his office most days, waiting patiently and softly complimenting your outfit as you set the flowers into a vase. He offers his arm, walking you to the car, a chauffeured drive to a candle-lit dinner at the most prestigious restaurant in town. It's notoriously hard to even get waitlisted for a reservation at it, and yet it's empty inside but for the two of you.
"To celebrate the occasion," Damien says, but refuses to clarify outside of his soft smile. Through both your meal and dessert, he's fidgeting and clearly excited about something, but merely shakes his head each time you ask. "Patience, my dear."
When you leave the restaurant, it's not to be lead back to the car, but to the local park, walking arm in arm under the stars. The first vaguest sign of a shiver leads him to pulling off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep you warm against the early autumn chill. You think that, by now, clearly...if he's going to do something, it would be here. You have an inkling that he's going to propose, and the way you pause to stare out over the small pond, glimmering in starlight, it would be now.
And yet...nothing happens. Despite your suspicions, despite his obvious nerves, nothing comes of it. Maybe he just wanted to spoil you, maybe there was a date you were forgetting about that he was celebrating. It wouldn't be the first time.
The drive back is quiet, comfortable silence wrapping you both even as he walks you back to your apartment door. You begin your standard slow goodbyes, with lingering kisses keeping you both there much longer than they had with previous partners. You open your mouth, about to ask him to stay the night.
"My dear, please, a moment..."
The box wasn't even open in his hands before you were already saying yes.
Leave it up to your mayor to make the night perfect.
Hello friends I am going insane waiting for part two of ISWM so have me pulling stuff right out of my ass because I want to know how Actor found the District Attorney
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