YAY! Another Darkiplier fic!
“Can I have another Darkiplier Fic? Some fluff. Where like, reader is being bullied and Dark kind of sees it happens and threatens them maybe. It’s okay if you don’t wanna do it. <3”
I wrote this so the reader was a high-schooler and Dark is a friend. Hope thats ok!
Hope you enjoy!
You rarely lied to him. He hated liars, and you were one of the few that refused him the truth.
But something has been wearing you down. Tearing at the sides of your mind and turning your smile into a soft line.
When he asked you to tell him what it was that was hurting you, you had simply replied with,
“It’s nothing, Dark. I’m just tired.”
That simple lie turned his uncertainty into anger.
There was defiantly something wrong.
And Dark took it upon himself to find out what. It was lucky he did, because on the day he trailed your daily schedule to school, he witnessed something that made his blood boil.
“Hey, look there’s the weirdo!” A group chuckled as you approached. Their eyes sneering. “What? Not going to say hello?”
You shouldered your bag and continued inside. As you passed them, one flicked out their foot, catching your shoe and making you trip. You caught yourself before stumbling to the dirt, but Dark could see the frustration flash in your eyes.
For a moment, he thought you were going to say something. But the group turned to you, sensing the same thing.
You shook your head, defeated, you stormed away with your shoulders slouched and the group laughed, hooting and scoffing.
Dark retreated back as more students filed into the school. He kept near the school, watching from within the shadows as your day unfolded.
The group harassed you whenever you crossed their path. Dark noticed how you rounded corners quickly, taking the long paths to your classes just to avoid them.
Dark barely contained his anger when the group forced you into the “out of order” bathrooms and locked you inside. They had followed you from the school, cutting through the park you walk through to surround you.
They took your bag and fled as soon as you started banging on the doors. Sniggering, mocking your pleas of release.
Dark waited till the little pests disappeared before stepping into the rest-room.
He sneered at the place, finding the smell disgusting and the cleanliness unsightly. A type of slime covered the floor, spilling from a clogged toilet with another “out of order” sign.
Dark approached the stall you were stuck in and tore the wooden door off it’s hinges.
You jumped back in shock. Tears stained your eyes and you hastily wiped them away.
“Dark? What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Getting you out of this ungodly place,” Dark replied, throwing the broken door down in disgust. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”
“Dark, did you follow me-” Dark cut you off by walking out of the rest-room.
He dusted off his suit as if he was riding the stench from the shiny fabric. His lips curled and he smoothed down the jacket as you exited the bathrooms.
“They took my bag,” You said quietly. Too ashamed, hurt, to speak.
Dark allowed his eyes to soften for a moment, but they were fueled by his anger as you wiped away a stray tear.
“How long have they been harassing you?” Dark asked, “And don’t lie to me, (Y/N). I’ve had enough of your lies.”
You fidgeted with your shirt, unable to look Dark in the eye. “A few months. This…This isn’t the first time they’ve locked me in something. Last time it was a locker.”
Dark’s head twitched, but he breathed deeply, halting the movement before it escalated.
“Do you know where they went?” Dark asked, his fingers curling.
“They usually hang out by the bridge,” You told him. “Wait! Dark don’t hurt them!”
Dark had already disappeared.
He reappeared by a river, a stone bridge crossing it’s width. And leaning against the stone railing was the group of bullies.
Dark approached them, setting a kind smile on his face. The first to notice him found nothing friendly about his smile. It was angry, predatory.
“Which one of you took (Y/N)’s bag?” Dark asked when he was close enough.
The leader stood forward, producing your bag in his hand.
“I did, what of it?” He asked with a challenging grin.
“I want it back,” Dark said. He lifted his hand, palm up and waited for the imbecile to give it to him.
The boy scoffed and, with a flick of his arm, threw the bag over the side of the bridge and into the water.
“Go get it, weirdo,” The boy laughed.
Dark sighed and he moved in a blur. His hand took the front of the kid’s shirt and he lifted him into the air.
Now, the bully dangled over the side of bridge, his feet kicking wildly as he screamed.
“How about, you help me out and get it yourself.” Dark snarled. His fist opened and the boy plummeted into the water.
Dark turned to the rest of the group, his eyes completely black and his head jerking.
“As for the rest of you,” His voice crackled, a rumble that split mid-word. “You ever treat (Y/N) with anything less than the respect they deserve, I will personally see to your education!”
The bridge trembled under their feet and Dark’s teeth flashed in a feral snarl. The group cowered before him. Paled and terrified. Dark stepped forward and in that space of a stride, the group sprinted away. Yelling apologizes and pleaing.
You rounded the corner, just coming into view of the bridge as the group fled from Dark.
They were unharmed, but by the look on their faces, Dark might as well harmed them.
In the river, you saw the last bully climb the river-bed with your soaking bag in hand.
His whole body trembled as he approached Dark with your bag outstretched towards him.
“P-Please don’t hurt me,” The bully begged. Dark took your bag and his mouth twisted in a wicked smile.
“How fast can you run?” He asked, the air around him becoming heavy with pressure.
The boy whirled, stumbling over his own shoes in his haste to get away. Dark didn’t move until the bully had disappeared and you had stepped onto the path towards him.
“Thank you,” You said, taking the bag.
“Next time, my dear,” Dark purred. “Tell me when you’re being shoved around. I’ll be sure to put those insects in their place.”
(Sorry it’s so long)