Darkstache Week - Day 2
Prompts: Past and Present Pairing: Darkstache Summary: Darkstache through the ages. A/N: I decided art is a good way to go for the second day of Darkstache week. I love this prompt, it’s adorable @projectdarkstache
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Darkstache Week - Day 2
Prompts: Past and Present Pairing: Darkstache Summary: Darkstache through the ages. A/N: I decided art is a good way to go for the second day of Darkstache week. I love this prompt, it’s adorable @projectdarkstache
Last day, day 7 Spring/Flowers! Look at these sleepy boys :3
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Darkstache Week- Day 2
Prompt: Past and present
Warnings for implied PTSD
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The Fourth of July was a momentous event at the Manor. Mark’s parties were always spectacular, but he really went all out when it came to the Fourth of July.
And this year would prove to be the greatest yet, Damien thought, feeling a shiver of excitement as his car pulled up the Manor’s drive. William was home for the first time in two years, and that was cause for celebration. He had been quiet, though, since his return. It was unlike him; but Damien assumed that the horrors of war could change any man.
Mark, however, insisted that William merely needed a good party. A good party, some good booze, and some good women.
Darkstache Week: Day 7
Day 7 of Darkstache Week 2019 by @projectdarkstache
Today’s prompt was “Spring Day”
Dark was on the balcony, eyes closed as a warm breeze blew his hair away from his face. Spring had undeniably arrived—probably weeks ago while Dark was locked up inside. He almost smiled before he heard voices, and he watched as Wilford and Google walked by below him. Perhaps it was the warmth of the sun, or the smell of flowers on the wind, but he let his eyes wander, over Wilford—and over and over—until he noticed Wilford smiling up at him. He jerked back and turned away to hide the way his cheeks were coloring before hurrying back inside.
He’d barely sat down at his desk before Wilford was stepping through his door. Dark kept his eyes downward, wishing his face would cool down. Wil moved forward without a word, resting his hands on the large desk and leaning in. Dark slowly lifted his gaze, meeting Wilford’s eyes. “…yes?”
Wilford smiled and sat in his chair—his because Dark wouldn’t often suffer anyone else sitting across from him while he worked, “I couldn’t help but notice you enjoying the weather. It was nice to see you in the sun. It doesn’t happen often.”
“I thought you preferred me in the dark,” Dark muttered, trying to make a snide remark.
Wil’s eyes darkened, and he grinned, “Oh, Dark, you know I always keep the lights on. I couldn’t bear to miss anything.”
Dark raised an eyebrow, “Can I help you?”
“I didn’t expect you to be so pliant!” Wilford said gleefully. “I want you to go for a swim with me.”
“A swim?”
“That’s right.”
Dark snorted, “Have you lost your mind?”
“When’s the last time we went swimming together? It’s been years! Besides, don’t you want to see me in my suit?”
“That hideous thing?” Dark mused, trying to get out of this. On the inside he was full panic mode, sirens and screaming and desperately digging through his options.
Wilford’s mustache twitched in amusement, “Actually I was referring to my birthday suit.”
Dark’s neck twitched and he cleared his throat, “Wil, I have things to do.”
“Dear Prudence,” Wilford crooned, standing and walking around to sit on Dark’s desk.
“What are you-” Dark’s heart flipped, and his mouth twitched upward at the corner until he bit the inside of his cheek to stop it. “Don’t sing, Wil, whatever you do.”
Wilford laughed, “Then won’t you come out to play?”
Dark rolled his eyes, but his lips were twisting into an involuntary smile that he couldn’t will away, “You’re an insufferable idiot.”
“That’s not the worst you’ve ever called me,” Wilford said, leaning over to kiss Dark.
Dark smelled the flowers again, and he thought about the pink flower—and the echo of Wil’s voice in the icy void, the way it broke him out of that endless loop. Perhaps a swim wasn’t so much to ask for in return. Dark broke the kiss and stared hard at Wilford for a moment, then sighed, “Fine.”
Wilford jumped to his feet, “Wonderful!”
“Once the sun goes down,” Dark said. “Not a second before.”
“I’ll make sure the pool heater is turned on,” Wilford said, walking out of Dark’s room.
Dark rolled his eyes again, but when he tried to get back to his work, all he could do was draw flowers.
Darkstache Week Day 6
half a day late but potato crashed. anyway
PRIDE DAY PRIDE DAY PRIDE DAY
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Dark took a breath, then tipped his head to the side, letting Bim paint a flag on his face. It was the City’s Pride celebration, and even were he not the mayor, he’d be going.
“Thank you, Bim,” he said, once the younger demon was finished.
Bim was decked out in a suit that was primed in the colors of the Bi flag, and hadn’t yet covered himself in glitter. “No problem, boss. I’ll catch you there, yeah?” Bim replied, flitting off to who knows where in order to finish getting ready himself.
Dark looked at himself in the mirror briefly, taking the sight of himself in jeans of all things. His shirt was still nice, but it was partially unbuttoned and he had his sleeves rolled up. He looked like Wil, in a hilarious way.
Teleporting himself to the parade grounds, Dark appeared where he was supposed to be. He was meeting some of his staff there, to go over anything before the celebrations started up proper. Everyone was dressed down, more comfortable than what they’d normally be wearing at work.
Dark kept the meeting short, and everyone scurried to their places.Dark found himself near the Jims, RJ and CJ fully set up and doing brief interviews already.
The twins were dressed in green and purple and grey, striped flags painted on their cheeks as well. Dark knew Bim had ambushed everyone who was going to be at the event, getting them ready in his way. Dark was likely to see him later with Yan - the two were going to be out a bit later.
“Mayor Jim! Mr. Pink Jim will be along in a bit!” RJ called, skidding to a stop in front of Dark. “He’s talking to some other Jims who were being… rude to some of the other brightly colored Jims!”
CJ made a face and shifted his camera.
Oh. That was fine. “As long as he’s here to host and not covered in blood, that’s fine, Jim,” Dark replied.
That’s when CJ nodded at someone behind Dark and Dark felt a pair of arms encircle his waist. His yelp of surprise turned mostly into laughter as he was picked up and spun a little bit.
“Hello, Mr. Mayor, are you ready for your interview?” Wil asked teasingly.
“I’d be much readier, Mr. Warfstache, if you’d put me down,” Dark said. He was smiling anyway. Wil was all done up in a fancy suit in Pan flag colors, and had a Bim-painted flag on his cheek. Dark was gently placed on his feet again, and he couldn’t even be annoyed that the Jims had gotten several incriminating photos of him smiling.
Couldn’t be helped.
There was, actually, going to be an interview, but Wil wasn’t going to be the one conducting it. RJ had some relatively basic questions to ask Dark, and Dark would be off to wherever he was going to be in the parade while Wil provided commentary from the reporter’s box. They’d meet up afterwards once Dark had collected their wayward children and minions that had come to join them and weren’t planning on staying out late.
Dark was content. Nothing was going to happen, the kids would be fine. It wasn’t the twenties anymore.
They could have pride in who they were.
Darkstache Day One: Winter
Every November, Dark takes a week off. This year, Wilford gets to go with him. Both are reminded that even love can be cold if it’s meaningful.
Word Count: 966
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
June 21st’s prompt for Darkstache week is Proud, which I’m going to take as Gay Pride, so I can post the wedding for Darkstache and actually do something for this! @projectdarkstache
June 19 (Wednesday): Dark’s birthday
I’m really proud of this one.