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beauleifu · 2 years

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could I ask for a mayor x fem reader fluff for a oneshot?

Sure! Roughly 2k word count, hope you like it!

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Takes place after Season 3 of LMK, 'cause we never get to see what happened to the Mayor after being captured and shit. You're just a normal person tryna take care of your idiot man <3

TW: Blood cause we cleaning his wounds. Very light mentions tho, and slight language

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You live a peaceful life.

That being said, there is nothing peaceful about how you're suddenly woken up. The awful crash makes you sit up straight in your bed, staring around with wide eyes. What the hell was that?!

It sounds like it came from the kitchen.

However, that makes no sense, seeing as you live alone and you didn't invite anyone over. No guests, no friends staying the night to escape the chaos of their own lives. It's just you, the city (Megapolis), and your home. Besides, a swift glance at your alarm clock reveals that it's two in the morning, so you conclude that it's a thief who has definitely broken into your house.

No doubt about it.

You're not ready, though!

All your defenses are slipping through your fingers as you hastily - yet quietly - get out of bed, grab your phone, and shuffle towards the door. Heart beating a mile a minute, you crack it open.

The noise definitely came from the kitchen. You hear something again, and this time a cup must've fallen in the sink. A low, muffled curse reaches your ears, and you bite your lip against the panic. If the intruder is in the kitchen, they have access to all the available weapons you own. One wrong move on your part, and you could scare them and incite an unwanted and deadly confrontation.

Should you go back to sleep? Pretend you didn't notice and let the burglar get away with it? It's not like you have any valuables out in the open screaming steal me! I hate it here!

On the other hand, you're not a coward. You live here; it's your responsibility to defend it - and yourself.

Sighing, you stay as quiet as possible and peek into the kitchen. There are no lights to supply you with any view, but turning on your flashlight would only alert the intruder to your presence.

They're literally in the next room over.

Suddenly, you feel like the intruder; creeping up on someone unknowingly. Not a fun feeling.

Crouching by the corner that separates the kitchen from the next room, you watch the person make their way blindly around, swinging open cabinets, tugging drawers open, all in search of something. It's difficult to make out their frame from the shadows, but from their movements it looks like they're limping. You could be wrong, though.

"Damn. . . . Now where did she say the rags were . . ?"

A honeyed, baritone voice reaches your ears, a soft mumble that should've provoked some sort of panic, but you recognize it almost immediately.

The Mayor.

He's here? Is that really him??

Fumbling for your phone, you straighten and turn the flashlight on, beaming it onto the figure in the kitchen. oh, gosh.

Tall, battered, and bleeding - but definitely your Mayor. His attire is torn in some places, the pinstripe suit giving way to a light blue undershirt. His collar is undone and his hunched frame is decorated with cuts and bruises - too many to count, and too many to keep you from worrying.

The Mayor spins around, wobbling as he attempts to right himself, one hand tightly gripping the counter. "Wha- . . . Ah. Did I wake you?"

You stare, open-mouthed. This is probably the weirdest thing you've witness all year. Your idiot, the high-and-mighty henchman to the one and only Lady Bone Demon, has deemed it perfectly fine to be in your kitchen unannounced at 2 a.m., looking like absolute shit, and all he does is ask if he woke you up?

The hell??

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" "You whisper-yell.

There's something in the bone demon's grip; he suddenly holds it up in one bloodied hand for emphasis, revealing white bandages. "I'm assessing my wounds. Do you keep any rags in your kitchen, by chance?"

Holy shit. One hand goes to grip your head while other still maintains a rather shaky grip on your phone. "Uh . . . yeah . . ? Yeah. Gimme a second," you say, clearing your throat. There's no reasoning with this lunatic, however much he's grown on you. Sauntering up to one of the kitchen drawers, you pull it open and take out a random towel and continue; "You don't have to use a rag, y'know. I'm not an expert, but I'm sure it would only make it worse . . ?"

Perhaps it wouldn't, though. Considering how your idiot is a demon and probably heals in unnatural ways.

"Thank you," the Mayor says, half sighing.

Spinning on heel, you wield the towel like a weapon. "Okay. Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Why are you here??"

He simply stares at you with a somewhat strained grin. It's not the one you're used to; peaceful, bright, wide. Sometimes he'd smile softly, and that's what makes the butterflies erupt within you. But this smile is different. It's forced, and you can't understand why the Mayor is still trying to smile despite being in pain.

With a sigh, you shake your head. "All right, forget the questions. Just . . . are you okay?"

The demon blinks slowly at you, eyes white and blank. "Yes."

"Oh. Gotcha. Um, you wanna take care of all . . . this-" You gesture halfheartedly you the Mayor's wounds, then point to the kitchen table; "somewhere more comfortable?"

"That would be preferable."

Okay.

All right.

You can do this. As you mentally harden yourself, the Mayor takes a seat on one of the chairs, unrolling a bit of the bandages in preparation. The numerous cuts on his body is alarming, and your hands tremble slightly as you wet the towel. Without another word, you drop the item on the table and step back, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets. The Mayor's smile softens a tad as be begins addressing his wounds, seemingly too focused to offer his usual.

There's no more need for you, apparently.

You can go right back to bed.

But your feet are glued to the floor, anchored by a feeling you've been desperately trying to suppress the second you realized the entity in your kitchen was someone you know and trust.

So now, you just look stupid standing awkwardly in your pajamas.

The Mayor's white eyes glance up at you, curiosity glowing in their depths. You've come to recognize the faint glimmers of emotions your idiot expresses over time, but it wasn't easy at first. The Mayor was a blank slate until you came to know him better.

A fond and knowing smile lights his face. "I assume you wish you assist, my dear?"

Butterflies.

You nod hurriedly, taking a seat beside the Mayor. "I-I'm no expert, but if there's something you can't reach I can totally help."

"That would be lovely," the Mayor hums, shifting to face you and offering you the damp towel. Amusement enters his voice. "Why don't we make a deal? You help me take care of my little dilemma, and I shall answer any questions you may have."

"Did you assume I have questions, or are you just a sucker for storytelling?" You deadpan.

Your friend merely smiles. With a huff, you take the towel and gently take his arm in your hands. Trying to be as methodic as possible, you clear his arm of all the dried blood, grimacing at all the bruises and cuts. Whenever you catch the Mayor flinch the tiniest bit you're apologizing so fast it should be added to the book of world records. However, he always reassures you with a kind smile and a soft voice that pain is inevitable when treating wounds. That you're doing a wonderful job helping him, and he's very thankful you've taken his unexpected and sudden visit so well.

Eyes on the task at hand, you mumble out your question. "So . . . so what fresh hell did you crawl out of before breaking into my kitchen?"

"I had an unfortunate quarrel with an enemy of my mistress," the Mayor answers smoothly, eyes on you instead of his arm. "The Monkey King made an attempt to sway her from her destiny, and it was my mission to deter him."

Interesting.

There's something harsh and full of venom in the way he says Monkey King. You ignore it. "And you lost, didn't you?"

He catches the slight tease in your voice, and his suspicion only increases when you look up with a mischievous grin. The Mayor snorts, casting his gaze to the side, but he's unable to hold back a grudging smile. "Hmm. What makes you think that, my dear?"

"Oh, I dunno," you say, taking the bandages and wrapping his arm. "Maybe because you snuck into my home with your tail between your legs."

"I possess no tail whatsoever."

"You're a demon, so why not? And I was just relating what you did to a scared puppy."

The Mayor lets out a long, thoughtful hum, but perhaps he only did so to make you stop talking. You laugh, grinning stupidly at him as he rests his chin on the back of his hand. As you take his other arm for a proper check-up, his lips curl into a smirk, eyebrows high and eyes half-lidded. Damnit, you know that look very well. "I advise you to choose your next words very carefully, love."

"I'm just saying!" You say, chuckling. With one hand, you brush his unkept hair to the side and out of his eyes. "Old Monkey Man must've rocked you up pretty hard, huh? You look like shit."

He grimaces. "Yeees, I'd much rather have visited in something more presentable, though. My apologies."

You blink. What.

A dangerous entity, slave to an even more powerful bone demon, is apologizing to you - you, of all people. What a sight. Smiling softly, you lock eyes with him and hum. "D'awww, you feel bad for looking like hell on earth in front of me? I'm honored."

"So you are," the Mayor says sneakily, glancing at your fingers in his hair.

Quickly, you drop your hand - only for him to seize it gently and bring it to his lips, where he presses a small kiss to the back of your hand. Your eyes go wide, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Uh.

Damnit.

He's adorable.

"I-Is this how you normally thank people?" You stutter.

His eyes flick up as he lets go of you, a smirk twisting his mouth when he leans back. "You're a special case, sweetheart."

"Huh. Okay. Are you, um . . ." You avert your gaze, hyper-focused on patching a cut on his cheek. There's just one question you're dying to ask, but all the possible answers are dreadfully scary. Clearing your throat, you decide to get it over with. "You wanna stay the night?"

A beat. The Mayor's expression is fond. "Is this how you normally help people?"

"Ha!" Since your hands are already working on his face, you decide to pinch his cheek lightly. The demon's smirk merely widens, a deep, rumbling chuckle sounding from his chest. You snort, trying to maintain any sort of dignity. "Yes or no, idiot."

One of his hands goes to rest over yours on his face. His eyes are glazed over, smile once again relaxed and sappy. "Of course, my lady."

Anyone would say the Mayor looks absolutely lovestruck.

Unfortunately, you don't realize it until you're buried in the coolness of his arms, swathed in blankets on your bed as you listen to his breathing slow. He doesn't require sleep, but is happy to help you to do so, and after you'd finished bandaging him up, he'd finished telling his tale of woe, and you did exactly the things he liked; played with his hair, offered to sleep in your bed, and begged him to disassociate himself with LBD.

Hopefully this time around, he'll listen.

He's a keeper.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk story #lmk mayor #Mayor x reader #fluff #blood/injury #yes your honor they're in love #oneshot #2 am talks #so much fluff #mayor is a sappy poet who doesnt write poety he just stares at you #like he thinks he's communicated but no #he just comes off as creepy #but we love him #thanks for the ask!#not me staying up til 2am to write this lol

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beauleifu · 2 years

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heyo, can I request something with swk or mayor x reader? something fluffy for all the nightmares I've been having lately <3/p

Awwwww hugs for you 'cause them nightmares need to leave you alone <3

Hope this helps, roughly 2k oneshot!

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MAYOR X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You wake up from a terrible dream, and accidentally catch the Mayor's attention. Luckily, he's experienced in the field of nightmares and decides to lend a hand.

TW: Panic attack

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"Ah!"

Black. That's all you see, as you stare around with wide, wild eyes.

Thrashing around, you tear at the fabric wrapped around you, suffocating you slowly and awfully. Gasping for breath, you try to find the seam, tears blurring your eyes. It's not like you need them to see, anyways. It's not like you need to see the object of your nightmare, the cause of your emotional outburst-

Finally you locate the edge of the blanket and tug harshly south, allowing your head to escape the darkness and into fresh air.

Breathe.

Your room is bathed in shadows.

Just breathe.

There's nothing to see, even in the real world. You're alone, terribly alone, with merely your thoughts to keep you company.

"No . . . n-no . . ." You sit there for a moment, breathing raggedy. It hitches whenever you think you catch movement, but it turns out your mind is just playing tricks on you. Nothing helps. Your heart is still hammering.

Tears. They cascade down your face unnoticed until you're rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

There's no way you'll fall back to bed in the state you're in. No point in trying. You simply sit in your bed and try to calm down. But whenever your eyes close, flashes of the nightmare surface. It's not much better otherwise; your room is dark and quiet, no signs of life except for you. If you had to take a guess, you'd say it's around 3 in the morning.

Your hands find your face. They shake so badly that it just makes your panic worsen. There's no way you'd be able to defend yourself if your nightmares came to life. No way to deal with it.

Hiccupping a sob, you let the darkness swallow you.

Calm down.

Faintly, you remember that you're not the only one present. Somewhere outside your room a dangerous entity lurks, but he won't bother you. He doesn't care much for nightmares and he's never cared much for you, except for the usual greeting and-

Your heart lurches. What if-

No.

No, you can't bother him, you can't.

Your thoughts are at war with each other, and it just seems to make you cry. The tears won't stop, won't leave you alone.

Sucking in a deep, halting breath, you hold it. No sense in disturbing whoever might be within earshot.

Hands wet with tears, you exhale slowly. It's not working.

It's not working.

Your nightmare hits you hard again. No no no-

"(Y/N)?"

Your sobs come to a staggering halt, an occasional wet gasp being the only indication of how upset you are. Eyes wide, you raise your head, hands frozen mid-air. Standing in the doorway to your room, silent and observant, is the Mayor. His lifeless white eyes are fixed calmly on your face, his own expressionless.

Heart leaping frantically, you hurriedly gather yourself to the best of your ability. "M-Mayor?"

The bone demon's eyes flick about your room as though clearing it of any danger. He doesn't move from the doorway, merely tilts his head strangely. "Apologies. I simply heard something undesirable."

Yes, the screams of your poor soul.

Guilt floods your chest when the surprise washes away. "Oh . . ."

You can't meet his eyes. With shaking hands you glare at the blankets bunched up on the bed, grabbing a few fist-fulls and twisting them malevolently. Eyes blurry with tears that drip down your cheeks, you suck in a quiet breath in hold it. Part of you wants to wish the demon away, tell him to leave you alone to deal with your nightmares. But the other part . . .

"I-I'm sorry," you say, voice clogged with emotions.

The Mayor blinks at you, smile fading somewhat. It's always there, permanent and everlasting, but there have been times where it vanishes.

"Whatever do you have to be sorry for?" He asks, voice low as though talking to a frightened animal.

You might as well fit that description.

"N-Nothing!" You whisper frantically, eyes wide as you meet the Mayor's soft gaze. It would be nice to have someone care for you, but the guilt you feel for waking the Mayor outweighs your desire to be comforted. Besides, he doesn't care for you.

An eyebrow shoots upwards, and Lady Bone Demon's henchman lets out a long, thoughtful hum. "Are you certain?"

He's taking small steps towards you. Inching his way closer.

Your panic shoots through the roof. "Y-Yeah, I'm okay, I'm fine, p-please-"

Hands out to ward the Mayor off, you provide excuse after excuse, your words jumbling together. The ability to speak properly has forsaken you when he suddenly takes your wrists gently in his hands and lowers himself onto the bed. Sitting somewhat on the edge, he locks eyes with you, smile nonexistent. There's just a simple frown there, full of confusion and concern. But why??

"I'm okay," you whisper, eyes wide.

The Mayor's eyes slide down to your trembling hands. He can probably feel your pulse with the way his thumb presses lightly on your wrist. There's no mistaking your anxiety.

His eyes stare straight into your soul.

"Nightmare."

There's something hidden in that single word, too deep to break apart at the moment. You gape at him, at a loss for words. As you should be; you're exhausted, afraid, skin slick with sweat and your heart skipping beats like there's no tomorrow.

But he's looking at you in a way . . . like he understands.

And he wants to help. That . . .

You sigh. "Maybe."

There; his smile is back, lips tilting slightly upwards as he gives your wrists a gentle squeeze. The Mayor keeps his voice soft, the baritone soothing your body as he tilts his head again. "What about?"

"Nothing."

"Then, nothing is the cause of your panic?" He murmurs, thumb brushing your wrist. Eyes darting to the tears staining your cheeks, he continues; "Your dreams consisted of . . . nothing?"

You frown when he releases you, hands going back to fisting the blankets. "Yeah. . . . I-I'm fine."

Clearly, though, you're anything but.

The bone demon is bound to see through your terrible attempts to dissuade him. However, for the moment, the Mayor seems content to watch you try and pull yourself together. It's a sloppy attempt on your part; your breath still hitches, the goosebumps haven't yet faded, and your thoughts won't leave you alone.

In the end, he decides to pity you. After what feels like forever, the Mayor smiles. "Let's do an experiment, shall we?"

"W-What?" You say quietly, glancing up.

The Mayor blinks calmly, undeterred by your confusion. "Let's see if you can match my heartbeat."

"But . . . you don't have one?"

"How do you know?" He hums, then plants his hands firmly on the bed. "Scoot over, all right? Let's do this now, while you're still awake."

You falter, at a loss for words. "B-But . . . but I-"

Your friend merely waves his hands, wordlessly requesting you to retreat. His features are relaxed, gentle eyes coaxing you into a grudgeful submission. Sighing, you do as your told, making a small space for him to situate himself. The Mayor then sits with his legs crossed on the bed, the blankets bunching around him. You notice just then that he's fully dressed in his signature clothing, while you are in your pajamas.

Well.

He's just weird.

The thought seems to calm you down somewhat, but your heart is still jumping from the close proximity. In fact, your hands have begun to shake again.

The nightmare tentatively resurfaces.

Oh no.

Oh nononono-

"Here," the Mayor says suddenly, distracting you from the onslaught of panic. He must've noticed.

With that single word, he takes one of your hands in both of his, tugging you gently closer. Frowning, you lean forward, stiffening when the Mayor places your hand on his chest. Your fingers are spread wide, right over where his heart should be.

Instantly, you try to pull away, but his grip, albeit gentle, is firm.

"I-I don't think this-"

"It's all right," the Mayor murmurs, eyes fixed on you. The blank white color is full of patience and concern. It makes you stutter in your defiance. "I won't hurt you."

"That's not what I was afraid of-"

He holds up a hand for silence, and you snap your mouth shut.

"Listen."

Brow furrowed uncertainly, you bite your lip and focus on your hand above the Mayor's heart. Okay.

Okay . . .

Oh.

You do feel something. Faint and slow, but you catch it beating against the palm of your hand. Your eyes light up. "Huh . . . I-I guess you do have a heart."

"See?" The Mayor says warmly, smile back with a will. "Now. Try to match the pace."

"Um. How . . . how?"

He releases you up to the point where you can sit straight, but holds your arm out in between you both and presses his thumb lightly to your wrist. "Breathe," he says gently, hooded eyes locking with yours. "It's so very simple."

You stare skeptically back. There was a time where you'd laugh at the absurdity of it all, but you're too nervous to do so right now.

It's dark, the only light being the white of the Mayor's eyes.

Strange how they glow.

It's so dark. There's nothing to lose by abiding your companion's soft request - nothing wrong with it, either.

"What might you be thinking of, my dear?" The Mayor asks softly, voice calculating and slow as though he were tasting his own words.

Eyes darting down to his fingers around your wrist, you shake your head. "Nothing."

"Are you breathing?"

Oh. He still wants you to go along with the 'experiment'. With a sigh, you nod, brushing away any residue tears staining your cheeks with the blanket. You might as well indulge the bone demon sitting in front of you. So with a small intake of breath, you concentrate hard to hold it.

The Mayor lets out a deep chuckle. "No, darling, not like that."

"I-I just started-"

"And I thank you for listening to me," he interrupts patiently, eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans forward. "But let's try it a different way. . . . Take a deep breath in until I tell you to stop."

You stare, expression probably mutilated by the shadows covering the room.

Perhaps there's a part of you that's soothed by how attentive the Mayor is behaving. How he noticed you were upset and devised a plan to calm you down. It's touching, and, to be fair, no one's come to your aid after a nightmare in awhile.

It's rare to see someone make an effort.

And to have it come from someone most unlikely to display an ounce of emotion, well, it means a lot.

So you meet his eyes, your own full of anxiety and residue sorrow. Following his instructions, you take a deep breath in.

"Good. . . . Now hold it for a few seconds," the Mayor continues, peering closely at you. Just a curious entertainee observing your features relaxing, your eyes closing.

"Now breathe out. Slowly."

You do so, breath shaking faintly. With your eyes shut, you don't notice the Mayor's smile soften, his mind put at ease at his plan working so well. With his thumb pressing gently to your wrist, he can feel your heartbeat slow almost instantly, and it's noticeable to you as well. Fascinating how the body works, and thinking about it is a wonderful distraction.

When you've exhausted all your air, you repeat the process a few more times.

Then you open your eyes.

It's incredibly dark, but you can make out the Mayor within the shadows. Nervously, you meet his smile with one of your own, albeit yours is smaller.

"Thank you."

He gives your wrist a light squeeze before letting go. "So it worked?"

You nod.

"Well, how do you know for sure?" The Mayor asks, his smile suddenly strange. You know exactly what he's asking, and you let out a small sigh. Reaching forward, you tentatively place your hand against his chest, eyes narrowed as you search for that familiar heartbeat.

There. Slow and faint, so much so you almost miss it.

Yours obviously can never be that slow, but it's close enough.

You close your eyes for a moment. The soft beat against your hand is a nice reminder that you're not alone, and after a bit all the panic fades.

"Darling."

The Mayor's baritone hum drags you back to reality. You miss the amusement playing on his tone as you open your eyes and look up. The bone demon tilts his head, wearing a wide, closed-mouth smile. "Better?"

A smile. "Much."

"Is there anything else you need?"

You take your hand from his chest, lacing your fingers together in your lap. "Um . . . N-Nothing. Thanks."

The Mayor easily plucks out the lie in your statement. "Perhaps you'd prefer I stay until you fall asleep?" He guesses, his expression saying everything. He knows. Of course he does, and he probably understands more than you realize.

It's strange to hear such words from the Mayor, such displays of concern. However, warmth fills your soul at the gesture.

Good.

You're glad he'd realized your unspoken needs.

"If you want . . ." You breathe.

The bone demon nods silently, standing up as you situate yourself back under the blankets. You watch, arms folded behind your head on the pillow, as he pulls up a chair. A book materializes in one hand as he settles down.

You blink. "Isn't it too dark for you to read?"

"Thankfully, light isn't mandatory for a bone demon," the Mayor remarks casually.

"Ah. . . . Lucky."

"Indeed."

#Cheers love! The cavalry's here!#lmk #lmk story #lego monkie kid #lmk mayor #mayor x reader #fluff #panic attack #fluff/comfort #comforting the bb #you are the bb #mayor is the cavalry here to save your poor sad soul #oneshot #i prolly ended this too soon #midnight gremlin has delivered #thanks for the ask!

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