#vampire!markiplier

Vampire!Markiplier Aesthetic || Sly, charming, inviting. Stay a little while, won't you?

i said i’d be doing a vamp!Mark moodboard at some point, so here it is!

The first time he drank from your neck, you thought it would be the last breath you’d ever take. But he knew the perfect, exact amount of blood to take. Of course he did—he’s done this before. To countless others....his victims.

Victims. You hated the word. But that’s what they were, right? To a vampire?

“I am so sorry, dear,” Dark purred in his lowest register, your blood staining his teeth. “You just smell...divine.” He inhaled dramatically, long and drawn out, and exhaled with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “And I can hardly help myself when I’m famished.”

“I—it’s okay...” you’d promised, the phantom pain of his fangs fading to a numbing, dull ache. Your bleeding had staunched. Clots had begun to form. And Dark was hard at work, pressing a thick cloth to the side of your throat. “I kind of...asked you to do this, after all.”

The immortal man purred, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your torn flesh and the beads of crimson that threatened to spill from the puncture wounds.

“No matter,” he told you. “We can patch you up. I know some tricks of the trade.”

Right...of course he did. Because he’s done this before. However-many-times in however-many-ways.

Dark excused himself and returned, carrying an armload of goodies to the sitting room you were stationed in. Some thick bandages and gauze, a rattling bottle of pain medicine, an ice pack.

He handed the thick block of frozen goodness toward you.

“Place it to the side of your neck after I stick on the gauze and bandages,” he informed you. “It keeps the swelling down. Be sure to put pressure on it as well. That’ll help with bruising.”

You swallowed, unsure of what to say next.

“What if...someone notices?” You say. “What am I supposed to tell them?”

Dark was now fussing over your gauze and bandage, trying to get them perfect.

“Tell them a vampire bit you.” He laughed once, coldly. “What will they say? Will they believe you?”

“I dunno,” you answered sheepishly. “I’ve never had to make an excuse for a vampire bite before.”

“There’s a first time for everything, love.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek—warm now, full of life. Full of your life. You shivered in spite of yourself.

“Take a couple of these tablets as well,” Dark reminded you, pointing toward the bottle on the table. “Every few hours for the pain. And drink lots of water to rehydrate.”

A tiny grin pulled at the corner of your lips. He’s doing so well taking care of you.

The ice pack seemed to melt against the white-hot blazing pain in your new neck wound, and you pressed it further against you.

Dark’s lips nuzzled closely to the opposite side of your neck, teasing your soft and unbroken skin. You could have sworn you’d heard him moan.

“You need to be well before we do this again.” There was an inkling of something...dangerous in his tone. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Again? What if you didn’t want him to do it again? This time hurt, a lot. And you weren’t sure that you wanted his fangs buried in your neck again.

Dark sensed your worry and slipped his arms around you from behind, comforting and warm. Full of your life.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. “Not today. Not ever.”

But it did hurt. It hurt how much you wanted him to love you back, in the same way you loved him. It hurt how much you knew you weren’t his first—or last—feeding partner. His victim. There were so many before you, and so many after.

“I really love you, Dark,” you said, heartbreak in your voice. He hummed in approval, but his words didn’t feel true.

“I love you too, my darling.”

Fandom: Markiplier

Specified gender: Gender Neutral

Pairing:  Darkiplier X reader

TW: blood, hypnotism, kinda abuse, manipulation

Genre:  Angst

Word Count:667

Requests: OPEN

A/N: This is more a drabble than an actual fic. I've never written a Vampire AU or anything about Darkiplier so this isn't the best. Hope you enjoy anyway!

He was beautiful. A diamond shining in the moonlight he thrived in. As beautiful as a perfect line of poetry. And that was the only way to describe him. Perfect.

Almost.

You'd met him once upon a December when the Mayor was holding his annual Christmas Spectacular. It was a beautiful night, one of the last you'd see in your small hometown before you moved to do bigger, better things. You had crashed into the mayor, babbling apologies soon after, but he paid no mind, soon falling into conversation with you. He made you laugh. He was sweet.

He was too good to be true.

That night, you stayed in his mansion, far too drunk to walk home with no friend to assure your safety. You woke up the next morning with your door sealed shut, the room you'd been sleeping in replaced with somewhere much darker. Painted walls turned to rotten, cold stone. Soft, black sheets to hard, uncomfortable flooring.

Free wrists to bound ones.

He'd tricked you. You weren't drunk, just hypnotised by the brown orbs that had now morphed to a permanent red. The kind smile that had turned sharp and animalistic.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet (Y/N). You were easier to capture than I thought. A few gentle words and a loving gesture was all it took for you to buy your own twine. Spun into the web so easily. You really are desperate, aren't you, my pet?" The taunting words echoed in the room, causing you to jump, head spinning in all directions to catch sight of him. But he was nowhere.

"Where are you, you son of a bitch?!"

Fury was the only emotion that was coursing through your veins as you tugged on your chained wrists. You cried out, screaming profanities and threats. But he didn't come back. He let your state weaken until you longed for human touch once more, longed for him more. Forcing you into submission.

Fear

He relished in it when you first saw the sharpened teeth that had a habit of invading when he lost his temper. And it was better knowing you feared what he'd do since you'd angered him.

Dark.

The name suited him. Beautiful darkness, but cold, harsh, and containing secrets people are too scared to venture in and peak at. Hated, loved and unavoidable. Even the light gets drowned out eventually

Bite.

You knew it was coming. You knew you were just another blood bag to use until you were empty or until he got bored, whichever came first. But in your twisted state of mind, you'd kept a small piece of hope that he wasn't lying. That he loved you. That he'd never go away. That he'd never leave you.

Your hope got lost.

It was lost as soon as the sharp teeth sunk into your delicate neck, hands pinning you down, no matter how much you squirmed and cried. He was relentless, messy, all precision lost at your first spill of blood. The thick red liquid leaked down his chin as he drank, harshly readjusting you, causing more daggers of pain to shoot through your body and more tears to stream down your cheeks. You knew that your skin was fading to match his skin tone as your body grew weaker with every second he spent feeding on you. You felt your eyes slipping but you fought to keep them open. Suddenly, Dark shoved your body back, your head hitting the floor harshly. You tried to reach up to him, silently begging him for help, but he just stared at you, blood staining his chin and lips. He sighed before striding over to your body, grabbing your chin roughly.

"Pity. Humans are so easy to break. Sometimes it doesn't feel worth it, but then  I get to see the light drain from your eyes and the blood slide down your neck, and I remember how wonderful this is. Goodnight, my dear."  

likely “turned” willingly. damn that curiousity of his.

absolute charmer? if you Dark or Actor stans think that your respective man is charming, just you wait until you mean this handsome bastard. pains me to admit that, as a Dark stan dfkjhgkdfhjg

his fangs are retractable! but he likes to keep a teeeeeeny hint of them just to add to the charm. ;)

in terms of powers, all of the usual associated power apply, plus some elemental magic! i feel like Mark would’ve mastered both fire & ice, personally.

since i have a personal grudge against the stereotypical vampiric weaknesses (sunlight, garlic, etc.), Mark doesn’t have those. Doesn’t mean he’s invulnerable, however!

can change eye colour at will. between his natural brown, red and yellow. the red & yellow don’t pertain to anything specific, besides perhaps showing when he’s using his abilities, when he’s hungry, angry or hypnotizing someone.

he’s also a good illusionist. verrrrry good at tricking someone into seeing what they want to see.

in addition to being charming, this Mark is likely very good at manipulation, though doesn’t quite need to manipulate people into getting what he wants. fairly good at reading people, too.

probably not the best at sticking to a consistent sleep schedule, in all honesty. likely crashes the second he gets home at any time. despite that, he’s still quite active.

likes to toy with his prey, but the method of doing so varies between reactions to his true nature. that’s when his more sadistic or softer side can come out to play.