Markiplier Imagines (One Shots)

Angel (Part 2)

Why haven't you killed him yet? You should've driven your knife through his heart hours ago. So why are you sitting here, on his couch, waiting for him to wake up? You have no clue. Something about him made you hesitate from killing him. Maybe it was the way his chocolate eyes could make anything melt. Maybe it was the way his brown hair hung in front of his eyes. Whatever it was, it kept your from driving your knife through his eye or landing a bullet in his brain. Your wings involuntarily wrapped around him. Shielding him from any potential danger. That potential danger should be you. You were hired to kill him...but why? Why have you killed all those others in the past? For money? For respect? You had no idea. Why did he make you regret your job? A noise coming from him pulled you from your thoughts. You looked down at him and suddenly his eyes flashed open. He looked into your eyes and you smiled at him. He seemed confused as he looked around and almost fainted again when he saw your wings. He began to hyperventilate, and you quickly calmed him down telling him it was alright. After he had calmed down, you began to explain yourself.

"Look, Mark. My name is (Y/N) and I was hired to kill you. For some reason, I haven't yet and I haven't figured that out. So, it's okay."

He took a deep breath in and out. "So someone wants me dead. They hired you...an...angel to kill me. You haven't yet, which I am very thankful for. Why are you an assassin and who wants me dead? How are you and angel?"

You sighed. "Well, when I was born, I obviously wasn't normal. I had extra bone structures which eventually turned into wings. Since I didn't fit my parents' perfect family, they gave me away when I was a little baby. Luckily my boss now took me in and raised me. He's had this assassin business for years and he has many misfits that are a part of it. He taught me everything I know, and I trust him. So, naturally I became an assassin. Since everyone around me had no problem with it, I didn't either, until today. I knew it was wrong deep down inside, but I never acted on that thought until today. As for who wants you dead, I have no idea. I never meet my clients or know anything about them."

Mark looked deep in thought. "Wow, that's alot to take in."

"I know it is."

"Could I-could I touch your wings?"

You swallowed. No one ever touches your wings. "Um, sure."

Mark smiled as he reached his hand out to touch your dark wings. They pulled away from him, but you forced them to stay in place. Mark placed his fingers around one dark feather and rubbed down it. The sensation sent you on a high. You closed your eyes as he ran his hands all over your wings. When you reopened your eyes, Mark was inches from your face.

"Your wings are so beautiful, just like you," he whispered.

You leaned closer to him. What are you doing? You are supposed to kill him, not kiss him! You pushed that thought away and leaned into Mark. He pulled you into a sweet kiss which led to another. You both soon pulled away and you giggled.

"I am so glad I did not kill you."

"Me too." You both laughed. Mark's face turned sad after a few moments. "What if whoever wants me dead comes after me?"

You grabbed his hands. "I will protect you." Your wings wrapped around him, shielding him once again. He smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

[And that's it! I know, it was cheesy and all, but it's over now :)]