random lemons 😉

Darkiplier X reader

You look stressed precious, when are you on 'til?"

You look at the clock on the wall and heave a heavy sigh as you finish pouring the pint, handing it to Phil, one of your regular customers. He was an elderly gentleman who had a bit of a gambling problem from the stories you've heard from him, but he was lovely all the same.

"Half an hour ago and I've got an important appointment I'm now going to be late for"

"It's midnight! What on earth do you need to be doing at this time of night?" You pause, carefully thinking your answer through.

"It's difficult to explain, but once a month I have to help my friend"

"What? Is he a werewolf or something?" Phil chuckled, you gave him a warm smile, indulging him in his terrible joke. You perked up a bit when you heard a car pull into the gravel car park and you looked out the window, immediately recognising the blue BMW as the landlord's car so you rushed to gather your things together ready to leave. The landlord and his wife walk into the bar with apologetic looks on their faces.

"Sorry (Y/N), roadworks" You give them a reassuring smile despite your frustration.

"That's okay, as long as you had a good time, I do really have to go now though"

"Yeah, of course, go." You give them another smile in thanks and rush out the door. It took a few seconds for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, there were no streetlamps around the pub and there was no moonlight to assist your vision. You checked your phone to find it was full of missed calls, voicemails and text messages, Mark was obviously worried so you dialed his number and he picked up almost immediately.

"(Y/N)! Finally, where are you?"

"I'm really sorry Mark, it's been a bit mental at work but I'm now on my way"

"Please hurry" The desperation in his voice worried you, so you picked up your pace.

"I am, I'll be there in 15 minutes, tops. Make a start and I'll see you when I get there, okay? Just relax"

"Okay, thank you (Y/N)"

You sighed as you put your phone back in your pocket, perspiration beginning to form on your forehead as you tried to complete a half hour walk in 15 minutes. As you walked you reminisced about how this routine had started. You and Mark had been good friends for a number of years after you had met in high school. The two of you had just clicked, you had the same interests and hobbies so always had something to talk about. Then, one day, you received a call from Mark. He was in floods of tears and panicking, rambling that his roommate had just walked out on him and that he really needed your help, you were happy to oblige, but nothing could have prepared you for what he revealed that night.

Once a month, during the night of a new moon, something would take over Mark. He referred to the being as 'Dark' and usually, Mark can keep him contained in the back of his mind, but on that one night a month when the night is at its darkest, Mark cannot control him. So, he and his roommate had set up a routine where, on that night he would lock all the doors and windows and then restrain Mark in a bodge-job straitjacket they had made to protect both himself and others. He would then leave for the night and bring all the keys back the next morning. But a couple of weeks prior to him leaving, he hadn't managed to restrain Mark in time. He never told you exactly what Dark had done, but he had apparently just disappeared afterwards.

That was a year ago now and the months had passed without incident, you'd never encountered Dark as you had always managed to leave before Mark released him. You spoke about him on occasion, but you didn't know much about him, only that he feeds on life force and that he had killed before but that was enough to convince you to help Mark restrain him.