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Vulnerable (Darkiplier x Female Reader)
"Damien..?" You questioned, gasping at the sight of the man in front of you. A tall man wearing a black suit, his raven black hair messily swept to the side to cover half of his face, his entire body was a pale shade of grey, flickers of red and blue surrounding him while he grasped Damien's cane. The man cracked his neck as his gaze met yours, you stood frozen in place while he walked over to you, his cane tapping in sync to the sound of his footsteps. You wondered if this had been the same man you married all those years ago. Your questions were soon answered when your ears were met with a dark, distorted chuckle. His voice was much deeper than Damien's had been that's for sure.. "No, my darling. Damien was naive, trusting, innocent.. and vulnerable. No more, no longer shall I fall prey to such games again, no longer shall I abide by HIS rules..No longer shall I play HIS games. I am Darkiplier. I'll be everything Damien could and couldn't be..So you might as well just say I'm your husband my sweet, because I still am, just better~" Damien Dark says, his cold lips gently meeting your hand, a small smile forming on his lips while his deep dark, cold, dead, eyes gazed into yours.
(This was made for @dontspilltheteaplease and I might make a part 2)
I need him dead
A/n: Hitting you guys with another Damien drabble. I actually really like how this turned out, and I wrote it to be a cliffhanger for a series so you know. This was also kind of an Au idea I had where Celine ends up dead, but I'm not going to spoil to much because I plan to write more for this Au.
Synopsis: After the years of being trapped with Damien in the endless winter woods, he finally decides to finish what Mark started.
Pairing: Damien and Gn! Reader, could be read as Romantic or Platonic


“I don’t know what you want me to say, I knew you wouldn’t be happy with my decision. So I didn’t tell you, what more is there to say?”
His tone was dim, his dead eyes watching the snow falling outside, with a bitterness you couldn’t describe.
Your eyebrows furrowed, your eyes glossy with betrayal, illuminated by the flickering light of the dying flame that sat in the cold, dirtied fireplace. Small specks of ashes and dust clung to the wall as small embers popped from the swaying fire.
The light casted your figure against the dark wall behind you. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it hammering against your chest. His heavy eyes told you everything, yet you still felt inclined to rebuttal his unspoken argument.
“Why? Why do you want to do this? We don’t kill for personal gain, that's not who we are.”
your tone weary, your eyes just as heavy, purple bags hanging from beneath. You looked as exhausted as you felt, every breath seemed to put a strain on your whole body, a burning, aching strain.
You knew exactly how this would end, and to be honest, you didn’t really care anymore, but one of you had to be good, right? This was just the part you had to play.
“That’s not who we used to be at least, rules change when the game changes, dear. I thought you’d at least understand that.” his voice merely a hushed whisper. A crowded silence filled the room. Before he sighed, speaking again.
“I was a good man, but I can’t be that man anymore, not here. It doesn’t matter what we do here there is no judge, because we're already in hell my love.”
His voice remained shallow, that nickname he used to sing to you so sweetly, that once made your heart flutter, now only filled you with dread.
His dark gaze drifted solemnly to the creaky wood of the old cabin, and it seemed almost like the wood creaked and swayed under his prying eyes. Damien let out a breathy chuckle.
“Do you remember when we built this cabin?” your breath hitched, his tone was filled with longing, a melancholy look swirling in his chocolate eyes.
“Yes, I remember.” you replied meekly
Damien's head slowly rose up, his hollow gaze seeping into you, tearing you open.
“Then you know, we have to kill Mark.”

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