A/N: I Am Not Good At Writing Gundham But I Rlly Enjoyed Writing This Fluff! Sorry Its Not V Good.

A/N: i am not good at writing gundham but i rlly enjoyed writing this fluff! sorry its not v good.

You smiled at the sight before you. Your powerful dark king had fallen asleep ontop of the desk in the corner of your guys’ shared bedroom, his four ‘Dark Devas of Destruction’ snuggled around him. Maga-Z lifted his head to look up at you, before laying back down and curling back up into a ball.

You gave a light chuckle. As much as a handful Gundham could be, he was such a cutie sometimes. It was hard for you to believe that he was as dangerous as he had previously stated. He was truly one of the sweetest guys you knew.

Walking over to the sleeping king, you gently shook his shoulders, the devas waking before Gundham. Speaking of which, when Tanaka had awoken from his deep slumber, he stretched his arms up and yawned. As cute as the guy could be you must admit, his sleepy voice is truly a treasure.

“Oh. . . I must've drifted off,” his voice was raspy and combining that with his normal deep voice. . . . ohhh boy. Of course, you've heard his sleepy voice before. But still, it made your cheeks flush lightly.

“Would you like to lay in bed to sleep some more, my love?” You gently rubbed his shoulders as he leaned against. He was silent for a few moments before letting out a soft sigh. “I suppose it'd be better then sleeping at this desk.” You giggled lightly before grabbing a hold of his hand and pulling him and the devas towards your guys’ bed.

Gundham sat the devas in their little cage and chuckled as you pushed him onto the bed, before laying on top of him, cuddling to his chest.

“I love you, my dark king.”

“I love you as well, my queen

Imma about to have a mental breakdown. This boi rly gonna show up after making us all think he was dead? I swear this show got me fucked

19 with Darkiplier and Child! Reader

Requested by @chatmeow9 ! I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant but I loved writing this. 

19. “I live in a dump with rat children.” From this prompt list! (!!PLATONIC!!)Darkiplier x Chaotic! Child! Reader 

You all knew Darkiplier would be showing the new Egos around today. Wilford knew Dark would be showing around the new Egos today.

But here you all were.

Dark sighed in annoyance and gripped the bridge of his nose at the mess in front of him. Of course Wilford would do something like this. Of course he would blame it on you.

The TV was broken, confetti and other messes of items scattered across the floor, a few pillows had been cut up with the stuffing ripped out, and in the middle of it all laid You. Dark was appalled at the thought that Wilford Warfstache, an immortal being 100’s of years old, would blame this mess on you, a child.

A new ego by the name of Illinois seemed to find this hilarious. The others not so much.

“I hate to, to be rude, but, but um, is this uh um normal? N-Not that I’m, I’m judging if it is!” Eric Derekson, a new ego with more than a million anxieties, stuttered out. Dark sighed once more.

“I live in a dump with rat people,” Dark huffed, already thinking about all the stuff he had to say to William. Speak of the Devil and he shall come. . .

“DAMIEN! THAT CHILD! UGH THE CHILD IS A MONSTER!” the TV host seemed to be slightly disheveled and afraid while pointing at the so-called ‘monster’. Dark couldn’t believe how low Wil has stooped. To blame his mess on a 6 year old. A 6 year old! “Wilford, are you seriously trying to blame this. . . on a CHILD?” Dark asked, exasperated at his ‘friend’. Wil, on the other hand, seemed shocked and slightly pouty.

“You’re blaming this on ME? Augh! Why, I’d never! That brat is a full on demon, Dark!” Dark gave Wil a look of full on surprise. So, he really was blaming this on a poor kid. Dark rolled his eyes. “Wilford, if this mess isn’t cleaned up by the time I get back downstairs, I will throw you out of the house without your gun for 2 months,’” he threatened the pink mustached man, before walking over to you and lifting you up. “Hey, (Y/N). Let’s go put you in your room for now, alright?” you nodded your head and smiled. The idea that you would even misplace a pillow seemed surprising.

“Wha-- Da--” Wil started before abruptly stopping when Dark had glared. Dark turned his back to the crazed reporter as Wil whined. Dark motioned for the new egos to follow before he began heading upstairs.

You looked at Wil and grinned evilly. He pouted as you stuck your tongue out at him mockingly.

Wilford would you get you back for this. Even if it was the last thing he ever does!

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i wanna watch hxh for hisoka i think his name is. is this a good idea--