King (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 41

After our little chat, I went upstairs to change a go to bed. I, for some reason, yelled from the bedroom that I was going to bed and that it was fine. I changed, finshed my tea, then jumped into bed. Soon, downstairs was quite and the bedroom door opened then close again. I turned around so I could face the person who entered. He stripped out of his shirt, then jumped into bed with me.

"Hello." Mark greeted and smiled. He took my hand from under the sheets and rubbed them slightly.

"Hey." I said. He brought my hand up from above the sheets and gave them a light kiss.

"You know," He pulled my hand so my body was closer to his.

"I don't regret taking you in a keeping you in a dongen for like three days." He continued.

"You say it as if it's a good thing." We giggled.

"Well to some consent, it is." I hit his arm playfully. "Anyways, I'm lucky to have you. You're so caring and kind and selfless. You're aware on how others feel and aren't like those other self-centered pricks out there. That's why," He placed a kiss on my forehead.

"I'll forever cherish you." I blushed.

"Now you're the one being sentimental." I added, kissing the big ol' doof back. He kissed me back, letting of of my hand and placing it behind my head and his other hand creeped up onto my waist, pulling me closer to him. Before anything became too spicy, I pulled back from the kiss.

"I'm too tried to continue Mark." I said and he pouted. "Night." I cuddled up to him and took in his scent, quickly falling asleep.

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As the yelling from downstairs gradually increased, it woke me up. I tried to go back to sleep, but whoever was making some sort of hell downstairs was keeping me awake. Groaning, I rose from the bed and entered the washroom with my towel, getting ready for the hard work we have to do today. I took a fifteen minute shower, applied lotion to my skin, got dressed into something I could move around easily, followed by my scarf. Making any final checks, I then went back to the bed and woke Mark up by one simple way: jumping on him. And this time, he was lying on his back, making it much easier to jump on him. I took my place, about a meter or two away from the bed and slowly counted down in my head.

"3...2...1!" I ran and jumped on top of the King, waking him up almost instantly. He shot up from the bed, most likey in pain.

"Wake up! Wake up~" I sang and got off of him. Looking through his drawer, I looked for comfortable clothes he could work in and threw it onto him.

"Wha-" He paused as clothes were thrown onto his face.

"Remember, we have lost of work to do today and we can't be having you sleeping in!" I said and began to pull the man out of bed. He sighed before grabbing the clothes off of the bed and going into the bathroom. I finally took care of him, now everyone else in the house. I went downstairs to see five figures on the table, eating breakfast. I came up behind two of them.

"Oh hey (Y/N)." Felix said.

"Good morning." Was written on Drea's paper.

"Hello children of God. So," I started, grabbing a peice of bread and taking a sip of Amy's tea.

"We have a long day ahead of us and we have no time to lose. I just forced Mark out of the bed and I'm forcing you out of the house. Chop chop people! Let's get a move on!" I raised my voice and everyone got up from the table. They did their cleaning and met with me at the door. I pulled out my notepad from behind me and flipped through the page that was titled 'Project Emilia'.

"So, for today, We have to gather the seeds from outside and start preparing the soil for the seeds. After, we'll continue with the planting and repeat each step for each crop." I said and truned the notepad so that the people could see it. I countiued on how the field was divided, with vegetables on one side, fruits on the other; so on and so forth. They got an understanding on what was happening, so we rolled out. In front of the big gates were cartages of seeds I ordered from England. We took on of them, which was filled with wheat and went off to the reserved.

30 minutes into the process of planting the seeds, something about my scarf was off. I tighten it a few minutes ago, but it still felt loose. I held it on with one of my hands, using my other hand to rake the soil, but the rake started to slip from my hand. So I tried to catch it before it fell but then let go of my scarf at the moment. Which was a bad idea. A real bad idea.

"(Y/N), are you-" Amy started. Seeing as my scarf was having problems and when I let go of it, the scarf fell off on my face, off my shoulders, and onto the ground. Amy stood there, stunned. My whole bottom half of my face was exposed to the world and everyone near me can see my horrible skin disease. Crap... Since Amy spoke out, it dragged more and more attention from the others, who also started to the bottom half of my face. They then suddenly huddled around me.

"(Y/N) are you OK?" That question and simular question flew from different mouths.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I reassured them and picked my scarf from the ground. Sighing, I placed down my rake and started to re-tie my scarf to my face. But before I could place it on, I got the black material snatched from me.

"So, that's your skin disease?" Mark, who took my scarf, questioned. With his two fingers, he grabbed ahold of my chin and slightly turned my head, taking a closer look on the illness.

"Yeah." I pushed his hands from my face. I felt grief wash over my body as my disease was open. It was extremely rare, and only a hundred people around the world have this case. Unfortunately, I was apart of that hundred. It was a skin disease where there was a hole in my right cheek that started at my cheekbone and ended at my jaw, exposing my teeth and gums and it ate away the skin on my face. There was no cure for this, therefore it got worse each day.

"Can I have my scarf back?" I reached out for my scarf, but Mark pulled it father from me.

"Mark, I'm not joking around. Pass me my damn scarf." I said, sternly.

"Before I give you your scarf, are you OK?" He raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes.

"I said I was fine. Now give me my scarf!" I tried reaching for it once more, having tears sting my eyes. Why? Cause I have a felling that he's doing this to make fun of me. He only pulled the scarf away from my reach again.

"Mark, give me my scarf!" This time, tears were falling. Now that I'm crying, Mark finally decided to give me back my scarf. I snatched it away from him, in pure anger, and stormed away from the area, back to the castle.

"(Y/N), wai-"

"Mark, let her go."

(AN: I'M EXTREMELY SORRY!! THIS TOOK A BITCH YO WRITE AND I WAS PROCRASTINATING SOOOO MUCH THE WHOLE LAST WEEK AND I HAVE FINALLY CAME TO THE END TO THIS CHAPTER!!!! I, no joke, am really sorry for all these late chapters even though I was on a roll a few weeks back. I'm just a terrible author that needs to stop writing. I also need to stop with fillers chapters. I think it's getting old, you already know it getting old, but, I just need help. Bad help. But ANYWAYS

Thanks for reading,

And I'll see you,

In the next chapter.

BUH-BYE!!!

-Tasha.)