“𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆”
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Hi! ^^
This is first version of my previous Damien x Reader oneshot.
The original genre was angst mixed with fluff. The angst part is very bad, but I think the fluff part is fine :D
×❢ About my work ❢×
the reader's death, Abe the Detective's death, gun warning, the universe is the wkm, Damien comforts Y/N-, fluff, shitty angst
Type: Oneshot
Fandom: Markiplier Cinematic Universe (WKM)
Character(s): Damien, Y/N, The Colonel, Abe the Detective
Ship(s): Damien x Reader
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𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈: (I don't have one yet-)
Your heart beated very fast and very loud. You could feel how The Colonel shaking next to you.
Frustration and anger were in the air.
You could tell that The Colonel will lose the control soon.
"Well, you're one to talk about friends, you murderer!" said the Detective while pointed the gun on Wilford. As the thunder cracked, you yelped a little.
"I didn't kill anybody! This is madness!" shouted Wilford, the gun was shaking with his hands.
You were scared. You shaked crazily. You didn't know what to do, you just hoped about nothing bad will happen.
"Oh you wanna talk about madness? Madness is stealing your best friend's wife." You felt as the adrenaline grows in both of them, especially in The Colonel.
"Madness is squeezing him for cash to fund your own sick sexual explicits with that very woman–"
"Shut up!" yelled William. You tried to calm him down, but he ignored or pushed you away from him. Your actions were useless.
You didn't know what to do. Your friends were nowhere. You couldn't ask for help. You were alone. You felt as tears growning in your eyes. You were panicking.
"Madness" continued his monologue the Detective. Like you three needed more frustration. "is plotting the death of your childhood friend because you can't handle the–" You catched Wilford's arm, like you could change anything... But it was too late. You heard the loud sound, and saw in your side of your eyes as the Detective fell on the ground. Wilford turned to you quickly at your touch and pointed the gun at you. That's when you felt the pain in your chest, your vision got blurry as you fell.
"It was an accident."
The last thing that you heard before the darkness.
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"Y/N!" you heard a soft tone with a gentle touch on your back. "Y/N, wake up. Wake up, Dear." Damien? You still shaked. You couldn't process what happened. Why is Damien here? And where is 'here'?
The person helped you stand up. You felt like the whole world would spin with you.You felt as you fell into the person's arm. This smell, the soft touch of the fabric, this voice... No, it can't be. You vision got cleaner. You looked up at the person. You felt as your heart skip a beat as you looked in his eyes.
"Damien?" your vision got blurry again, this time of the tears in your eyes.
"Yes, Dear?" He was still holding you gently. You still shaked like hell, starting crying again as you squeezed his uniform. This all were too much for you. First you feel a bullet in your chest as you slowly bleed to death, then you wake up in this creepy, dark place, with your dead friend's arms.
"Hey, it's okay!" he whispered in your ear as he hugged you tightly.
"Everything will be okay, Darling."
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Glass Flowers - Darkiplier
Alternative name: What You're Made Of
Really proud of how this piece turned out. I spent around ~23 hours on it and used about 7 different texture brushes (try to spot them all haha) to make this. The egos mean a lot to me, especially Darkiplier, so I tried to make something that encapsulates how I feel about his story.
Hope you like it too! :)
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