Darkiplier X Satan's Child!Reader (What's My Name?)

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So ummmm. Obviously I wouldn't know what being Satan's child is like. Also yes, this is Uma's song from Descendants. Also also, you're two friends in place of Gaston and Captain Hook's kids are Blank and Anti. Also also also, I have not seen Descendants in a while, so the lyrics should be fine bc I looked them up, but before and after will be different, plus it just needs to fit the story. Also also also also, this isn't 'Hell' this is what I call the 'Demon Realm' so uhhh yeah, bc I feel like calling it 'Hell' is a bit much. Finally, last thing, I changed some of the lyrics to fit better, like obviously 'Uma' to 'Y/n' and I effed up Anti's text. Anyways, sorry for the long intro. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, interrupted sexual joke
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      Y/n L/n. Everyone knew the name. How could you not? They were the Prince(ss) after all. Everyone respects them. Everyone but one person.

      Darkiplier. Everyone knew his name as well. Well, almost.

      You see, Dark wasn't known to respect many unless he had good reason to. Dark didn't see being just simply a Prince(ss) good reason. But this made Y/n respect him. They thought it was brave. But, Y/n was angry about Dark not respecting them. But, he would respect Y/n eventually. With the help of Anti and Blank of course.

      Y/n walked into 'Lava's Lattes' their favorite café. A couple people stared at them, some glanced then remembered they're a regular. Y/n unbothered, walks to the front of the line. "Hey you can't just - oh- Prince(ss) Y/n! I'll get your drink right away!" The cashier yelled your usual order. Everyone seemed to know, stopped what they were doing and worked on it. "I'll call you up when it's done Prince(ss) Y/n." The cashier says turning back to you. "Make sure Anti and Blank get their drinks free as well. They should be here soon." You say. "Of course Prince(ss) Y/n!" The cashier as you walk to your regular seat.

      After a few minutes pass, you're sitting, drinking your drink. Anti and Blank walked in, fucking around. They wave at you, you salute back at them. They walk over to the counter grab their free drinks and sit at your table, right in the middle of the café.

      "Hey Y/n!" Blank greeted. "D!d ÿ0ū m!$$ ü$?" ("Did you miss us?") Anti asked. "A lil bit." You say jokingly. "Mr. Emo hair respect ya yet?" Blank asked. "Pfft, no." You say in fake anger. "|-|@h@! \/\/3||, ÿ0û th!ñk h3 3\/3r \/\/!||?" ("Haha! Well, you think he ever will?") Anti teasingly asked, knowing two things.

      One) Your answer. It was always, "He will eventually."
      Two) You had caught feelings, even though you denied it.

      Saying your usual answer, you add, "Also why y'all gotta interrogate me?" You ask. "Why not?" Blank says. "Ÿ3@! G0tt@ m@k3 th3 m0$t 0f !t! |\|0t m@nÿ d3m0n$ h@\/3 th!$ pr!\/!|3g3." (Yea! Gotta make the most of it! Not many demons have this privilege.") Anti says, smirking to himself for befriending the literal Prince(ss) of the Demon Realm.

      Dark walked into the café. Not paying attention to any of you three. You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Ÿ\ñ. D0ñ't 3\/3n trÿ t0 pr3t3ñd th@t ÿ0=" ("Y/n. Don't even try to pretend that yo-") "Nope. None of that." You say dismissively, trying to think of a different topic, but you just look over at Dark. Staring. Luckily, Blank snapped you out of your trance. "Ha! How are you gonna deny it then just stare?" Blank adds some funny emphasis on 'stare'. Making him and Anti laugh.

      Not gonna lie. You ship the two.

      You start feeling a little hot in the face. "Shut up!" You yell, hiding your face. Catching the attention of a few individuals.

      You three converse, Dark in the back of the café, both of you a clear view of each other, that is if you two looked to each other. But you were focusing on your friends, and he was, focused on, something. Probably just thinking about something. Though eventually got on topic of a sensitive subject of yours.

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