#ivywolf

[pandawritesmanythings]

Could I get some mayor Damien and DA!s/o angst please? Thank you!

Yes. Yes you may. I think I didn't use any pronouns, just incase you wanted to have a more gender neutral reader, but if I used a her or she please forgive me. Also, technically first time writing angst soooooooooo... Forgive me. For everything I did.

Anniversary (Damien x DA!Reader)

Summary: Damien was too busy and he forgot a very important date.

Warnings: Angst. Mentions to the ball of angst that is Who Killed Markiplier, God, it's been 2 year and I'm still not over it, I need help...

Word Count: 1259

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He had forgotten. 

You shook your head. No. There is no way he forgot our anniversary. We have been together for a year, it's a big deal. He wouldn't forget it.

But the longer the time flew by. The further your heart broke, and the nearer to the verge of tears you were.

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"I'll be heading back home Dames." You smiled at him as you walked out the door.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Be safe darling." His head was deep in paper work, but he still acknowledged you. You understood that he was busy, he had been very distant lately. But it was for work so you were trying to be supportive and helpful.

"Your eyes will melt off if you keep staring at it so closely." You giggled. "Come home early, we got an important night ahead of us."

"Yeah. Uh huh. Sure."

You had to admit that felt a little dismissive, but you brushed it off since this was the man who so deeply loved you, he wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world.

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Oh, how awful it felt to be proven wrong.

You wiped your tears, now more angry than sad and with a building anger you began taking the cutlery and dishes and shoving them back into their respective places. Snatching the sented candles you had carefully placed on the table you blew their flames off and pushed them back in the cabinet.

The front door opened and you stopped in the kitchen midway with a big cauldron of chicken with baked potatoes, which you knew was Damien's favorite dish that you made. You were going to dump it but you stopped as you were going to do it and heard steps in the house.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" So he had forgotten.

You didn't bother answering him. You turned to the trash and started dumping the food you carefully prepared for him.

"Hey! Hey! Wait-!" He called to you trying to make you stop your current course of action. But it was too late. The meal was on the bottom of the trash bag, so you just snapped the lid close and shoved the cauldron in the sink to start scrubbing at it.

"(Y/N), please... What's gotten into you?" He looked legitimately worried, but your anger blinded your senses. So you still didn't answer. "Did I do something? Please, if you don't speak to me I can't try to fix what I've done-" He said, but you just whipped around and glared at him dead in the eye.

"No, no. I'm not going to tell you, because how much of a bad boyfriend do you have to be to do this to me?"

That hurt him. And you knew it hurt him. You were his everything, and he did everything he could for you. He supported you in your campaign as the District Attorney. He gave you whatever you needed that he could get. He always listened, was understanding and patient. So really, he didn't deserve those words, but you were so angry at him that you didn't hesitate or even regret them.

"You don't mean that..." It looked like the air had been knocked out of him. "(Y/N), I don't get it... What did I do?"

With an angry glare you gestured the room. "Look around, Mr. Important! Let's see if you can figure it out!"

Looking lost, he gazed around the room, and after looking at the gift on the side where he usually sat on the table his face fell.

"Oh... My God." He looked at you. His eyes pleading. "I'm so sorry... (Y/N), I'm so sorry..." 

You just turned around to keep scrubbing the cauldron. "It's too late anyway."

"No, please. Let me do that."

You dropped it with a clang and dried your hands. "Be my guest."

He rolled his sleeves and started washing the cauldron as you angrily started picking up the little decorations that you had placed for the ocassion.

Once you were done you just rested your hands on the table, and not knowing what to do with your anger and disappointment you began to softly sob.

Damien stifled when he heard you. He turned around, he had really hurt you, didn't he?

"(Y/N)... Love." He called to you.

You didn't turn to look at him, you knew that you would break down at his gentleness, and you weren't done being angry at him.

You felt a pair of arms snake around your waist. You didn't stop them, but you honestly didn't feel like hugging him back. Were you justified? Maybe you were just being silly. You parents had taught you to fix problems as quickly as you could. But something inside you was asking you to don't let it go so easily.

"I didn't mean to forget." He said, embracing you. "It's just been too busy at the office, you know."

"Don't try to excuse it. I know you didn't mean it. But the fact is that you did." You turned to look at him. "We've been dating for a year Damien. That's a big deal."

"I know. And I am really sorry"

"And it's not only the anniversary, you know?" You pushed out of his embrace. "You just have been so distant lately."

"I have?" He looked confused.

"Yes. You shrug me off or forget things that I say. I know sometimes I say some dumb things, but at least you could pretend like you're paying attention!"

"Darling. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" 

"Oh no. I'm not done." You interrupted him. "I know that you have a lot to care for, I know you are the mayor. I know you are busy. I get that. But I'm the DA and I am always on time to our dates. You stopped caring about time long ago. That's just so strange about you. What's going on? I feel like the man I love is slowly fading away and there is absolutely nothing I can do!"

Damien was stunned had he really done all of that. His mind was just so cluttered that he forgot about... you.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry-"

"No. You have apologized too much." You interrupted him again. You hated doing it but you didn't want his words, you wanted him to act upon them. 

He let his hands fall to his sides. "What do you want from me then?"

You looked at him, your heart breaking in the process. "I want you to act like the good man you are. No more apologies. Do something." You whipped around and grabbed your coat from the hanger to head out into the pouring rain.

He accompanied you to your car without a word. Just holding an umbrella for the both of you. 

"You sure you don't want me to take you home?"

"No. I'd rather not leave my car here. I'll see you tomorrow at Mark's party." You finished as you entered your car.

Damien was determined to fixing things. He loved you, he really did. And he felt so stupid for not doing more and forgetting such an important day.

He watched you drive away, and made a mental note to ease you up a bit during Mark's party. His hand snaked into the pocket of his jacket and he felt the small box there. Honestly, he had been thinking about proposing to you lately.

Once after you had cleared out what was bothering you both and fixed it he would propose to you.

He just had to get through that party tomorrow.

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[dcrk-lord]

El callar del pueblo es la voz del tirano

 Nombre completo: Ivy Wolf

FC: Camila Mendes

Fecha de nacimiento: 8 de enero de 2000

Género: Mujer

Orientación sexual: Bisexual

Nacionalidad: Isleña (estadounidense)

Ocupación: Integrante de La Hermandad.

Especie: Loba

Edad: 21

Padres: Zake Midas, El Lobo Feroz

Película de la que proviene: Silly Symphonies: Los Tres Cerditos

 Historia: 

De los cuatro hermanos, Ivy fue la primera en nacer en la isla, destino en el que más tarde le acompañaría su hermano pequeño, Nino. Los otros dos hermanos mayores de la familia, Jed y Herse, sí llegaron a ver el sol brillante del exterior… Al menos, durante unos pocos años antes de que Adam encerrase a toda la familia Wolf en la Isla de los Perdidos. No era de extrañar, si uno pensaba que su padre pasaba su vida siendo un estafador. Aquella rutina no cambió estando en la isla. Zake continuó tratando de enseñar tanto a sus hijos como a sus sobrinos (que ahora vivían con él), la misma forma de vivir que él ponía en práctica desde pequeño. Engañar a la gente; cazar inocentes. La vida de lobo rastrero. De ese modo, se podían mantener por si mismos, dado que tampoco se preocupaba demasiado por ellos. Jed, su hermano mayor, fue el primero en irse de casa. Probablemente los niños habrían muerto si no fuera por el hecho de que el primogénito se encargaba de traerles comida a todos ellos. Fue así como Ivy pronto terminó por ver más como su padre a Jed, que a Zake, a pesar de que seguía viviendo con el segundo. Eran una familia disfuncional, y apenas se hacían caso los unos a los otros. Pero la vida seguía, e Ivy, como el resto de los niños, fue creciendo. Se convirtió en una bella adolescente de mirada salvaje, con ganas de diversión, y poca supervisión. Después de todo, aunque su hermano la cuidaba, como al resto de la familia, no estaba en casa. No tenía un control verdadero sobre la vida de Ivy. Este fue un factor clave que llevó a la joven a terminar en los peores suburbios, de los peores lugares de la isla. Su primer contacto con las drogas fue a los quince años. Por respeto a la joven, no serán mencionados aquellos tormentosos días. Sin embargo, quizás sí que sea de honorable mención el nombre de Eddie Balthazar. Ivy conoció a Eddie en uno de esos malditos tugurios. No tenían mucho en común, salvo dos cosas; eran jóvenes destruidos, y los dos estaban totalmente jodidos. Lo suficiente como para que iniciaran aquel ciclo de toxicidad que ambos teñían de amor. Ella, porque de alguna manera necesitaba algo a lo que aferrarse para no terminar en el pozo más profundo. Él, porque deseaba olvidar a otra loba a la cual le había concedido su corazón. Aquel podría haber sido sin duda su final, pero Ivy terminó por salir de la isla después de la revolución en la que no fue partícipe. Perdida, confusa, y sin saber realmente dónde acudir sin su familia, o sin Eddie, Ivy terminó por acudir a Jed, como siempre hacía. Como era de esperar, su hermano mayor la recibió entre sus brazos, tratando de llevarla, de nuevo, por el buen camino.

 Descripción psicológica:

Ivy es una chica muy activa y extrovertida. Casi encantadora. Pero, ante todo, hay que tener en cuenta que es una adicta en rehabilitación, por lo que tiende a vivir en una compleja red de emociones. Pasa de la intolerancia, a la frustración con rapidez. Se le hace muy difícil aceptar los límites. Necesita una constante aprobación, a pesar de lo que pueda parecer. También, en sus peores momentos, suele tender al aislamiento, o al victimismo, escudándose en que nadie entiende lo que le pasa, sin permitir que la ayuden en absoluto. Puede ser un poco difícil llevar su inestabilidad.

Poderes: Ninguno

 Habilidades:  Ivy tiene la capacidad de transformarse en humana, pero aún así conserva los sentidos desarrollados de su forma original lobuna.

Objetos mágicos en su posesión: Ninguno

 Datos de interés:

Actualmente, trabaja en la misma organización que su hermano, La Hermandad, integrantes del Mercado Negro.

Aunque lleva algún tiempo fuera de la isla, no ha visto a Eddie en Auradon.

Poco sabe del resto de sus hermanos o sus primos. Sabe que Herse pertenece ahora al Kenade. Del resto, nada.