notes: chat im trying to think of things to write here... i dont wanna keep making oc introduction posts that gets boring after a while lol so in honor of all-kill comeback uhm. here. i wanted an excuse to write jiwoon icl icl. threw in mina too. also, these are both crossposted on ao3 if you'd rather read them over there!
synopsis: telling your yandere lover that you love them for the first time.
includes: the trickster and mina.
warnings: gn!reader, in-depth warnings before each segment. general yandere content, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, mixture of darker and softer content.
THE TRICKSTER
pre-fog, neutral!yandere, model!reader, forced relationship, forced cohabitation, off-screen murder, possessive behavior, forced affection, manipulation, implied stockholm syndrome.
How did your life end up like this?
It's a question that has run through your mind almost every day since you first met Jiwoon, and one you've yet to find the answer to.
If you'd known that agreeing to star in a music video for some idol's comeback would lead to you being forced into a relationship with a murderer, you would've never become a model to begin with.
For whatever reason, Jiwoon had developed an odd attachment to you during the filming of the music video. You hadn't thought much of it, at first. Just a weird little crush that he'd get over when filming was finished, and you were no longer around.
But you were quick to learn that wasn't going to be the case.
Whenever Jiwoon wants something, he's hellbent and determined on getting it, by any means necessary.
So really, you shouldn't have been shocked when he murdered your manager on the final day of shooting.
But you were. You screamed when you discovered the body, mangled beyond recognition as you scrambled for your phone to call the police.
Jiwoon had stopped you before you could, though.
"Shh," He had whispered, his hand covering your mouth to prevent you from making any sounds as he gently pried your phone from your hand, hanging up the call before the operator could even get a word in, "Make any noise, and I'll make sure you can never speak again, yeah?"
The threat was enough for you to do whatever he said. You didn't want to die, and you knew that the only chance of survival was to just go along with whatever he had planned until a chance to escape presented itself.
But that never happened, and you've been trapped in his penthouse for… months now, you think. It's hard to keep track of time when the days begin to blur together.
You'd think that, given his status as a popular idol, he wouldn't be able to just keep you locked up like this. Surely, someone would drop by and find you eventually, right? But it never happened.
"No one ever visits." Had been Jiwoon's explanation when you cautiously asked one night. It was… sad. It felt horrible, feeling bad for the man, but that feeling of pity wasn't an easy thing to squash down, not when he had that distant look in his eyes. Like he was somewhere else entirely.
With no one coming to your rescue any time soon, your fate was practically sealed. Jiwoon never let you leave his penthouse, and you couldn't escape through the balcony. The drop was way too high to justify taking any risks, and just the thought alone had you feeling sick to your stomach.
The only thing you could do was just… get comfortable.
A task that was far easier said than done, because Jiwoon made it damn near impossible.
His sense of boundaries was pretty much nonexistent, you've learned. If he wanted attention, he was going to get it from you, even if you clearly weren't in the mood to entertain him. You could be watching some random movie, and he'd turn the TV off and throw himself in your lap and demand you pay attention to him.
There was this one time when he woke you up in the dead of night after finally getting home from… his late-night activities, and he had the audacity to act shocked when you got upset at him.
"What could possibly be more important than giving me attention?" He had asked, and you swear you would've strangled him if you knew it wouldn't get you killed.
Luckily for you, he had days where he preferred just existing with you, rather than needing to touch you in some way. Those days were the ones you preferred most, because you could put as much distance between the two of you, and he wouldn't even bat an eye.
But recently… he's been distant.
At first, you tried just brushing it off. He's a busy man; you can't expect him to be around all the time. You don't want him to be around all the time. But this just felt different. He wasn't trying to spend time with you anymore. He wasn't demanding attention from you.
He just… left you alone.
It shouldn't be bothering you like this. You should be jumping with joy, celebrating the fact that he seemingly was losing interest in you.
But really, it scared you more than anything. If he's starting to grow bored of you, then that means he'll probably get rid of you soon, right? You'd become a liability. A witness to his crimes, one that he couldn't risk letting go.
That thought alone was a terrifying one. You didn't want to die, not one bit. Even after all these months trapped in his hold, death was never an option you wanted.
It should've been the scariest thought. It wasn't.
For some reason, the thought of Jiwoon losing interest in you made you feel… upset. A weird heaviness weighed in your heart, and you didn't know what to do about it. Surely, you're not starting to love him, right? That would be insane.
He kidnapped you. He murdered your manager. He's murdered so many other people, and played you their screams when he wanted your input on how to incorporate them into his music. You couldn't possibly love a man like him!
The heaviness never went away, no matter how hard you tried to focus on other things. Jiwoon seemed completely oblivious to your distress, which just made you feel even worse, because the entire time you've been here, he always seemed to know exactly what you were feeling.
And now it's been almost a week since you've seen him, and you felt like you were going insane.
He just up and left in the middle of the night without telling you. No note for you to wake up to, and no telling when he'll be back. You knew where he was, at least. You didn't have access to a phone, but you saw him on one of those talk shows, and he mentioned being on tour.
Just a small little detail that would've been nice to know before he left.
It was the middle of the night when you heard the penthouse door beep before opening. You were curled up on the couch, watching some rerun of an old drama. You couldn't sleep, anxiety eating away at you. You needed to see Jiwoon. Needed to confirm for yourself whether or not you were going to die soon.
Your gaze follows him as he makes his way towards the kitchen. He seemed tired, understandably so. You were waiting patiently for him to at least glance your way, but he doesn't. He goes to the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, and chugs at least half of it before putting it back.
"Jiwoon," You call out, voice a bit quiet. You can't remember the last time you'd spoken out loud, and you'd honestly forgotten what your voice sounded like.
The idol doesn't react. It's like he was purposefully ignoring you, leaving the kitchen and stepping toward the hallway that leads to his room. You could just let him go, and try again later. But there was this sinking feeling in your chest that if you didn't get him to talk tonight, then you'll never get another chance.
"Stop!" You hadn't meant to yell. Your voice cracked, and Jiwoon halts in his steps, his head turning back and his gaze finally meeting yours. You hate the feeling of relief that rushes through you, and you sit up a bit, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart as your mind rushes to piece together something that will make him stay.
All you can come up with is a pathetic, "Please don't leave me."
The silence stretches, and Jiwoon just stares at you. It feels like you're losing everything, and you want to scream and throw things at him. How dare he make you feel like this.
For a long moment, it doesn't seem like he's going to respond. You half expect him to just leave without a word. But much to your surprise—and relief—Jiwoon turns to face you fully.
"Why?" He asks.
One word. It's the first thing he's said to you in ages, and it has your heart racing like this is some stupid drama. God, it makes you feel so pathetic.
"Why…?" You echo, unsure of what his question could possibly mean.
Jiwoon's head cocks to the side, his expression devoid of any real emotion. You can't tell what he's thinking, and you hate it. You hate him.
"Why should I stay?"
And that… that was a stupid question, no?
He's the one who kidnapped you. He's the one who dragged you into his fucked up life. He's the one who clings to you, the one who forces his love upon you, the one who disregarded the fact that you wanted nothing to do with him. Everything is his fault, and yet he's asking you why he should stay. Like you're the villain, and he's the victim.
You don't even realize you're crying until you finally speak again, your words shaking as you choke on a sob, "I love you."
The confession hurts. It's not romantic. This is not the love story you pictured yourself going through. You love him, and you hate him.
But your words seem to do the trick, because Jiwoon smiles. It's like nothing ever happened, like he hadn't put you through emotional distress as he crosses the room and practically throws himself at you.
"해바라기," He coos, the affectionate nickname sending a shiver down your spine as his hands cup your cheeks, brushing away your tears. You used to hate it when he called you that, but now it has your heart racing in a way that makes you feel dizzy, "I love you, too."
His words break the dam, and you sob as you throw your arms around him, clinging to him, utterly terrified that he'd take it all back and push you away.
In the back of your mind, you realize that he'd done all of this on purpose. He grew distant, acted like he didn't care about you anymore, all to break you down. It makes you sick to your stomach, and you hate that you fell for it so easily.
But you can't deny it. In some sick and twisted way, you do love Jiwoon. And you hate that you do.
Seriously, how did your life end up like this?
MINA
post-fog, dark!yandere, survivor!reader, obsession, harm against reader, possessive behavior, minor taeyoung/reader, blood, stab wounds, reader death (temporary)
Life in the fog had been hell.
You're thrown into trial after trial with no moment of rest, save for the brief seconds at the campfire. You'd gotten used to it, even became known for being one of the better survivors because of your determination to live.
Newer killers don't faze you. Sure, it takes a few attempts to learn how they behave, and what atrocious powers the Entity gave them, but it was nothing big.
But that changed when Mina came around. She wasn't... new. Not necessarily. She behaved similarly to Jiwoon, with the knives and the bat, but... there was something odd about her. Taeyoung explained that she wasn't real. An artificial creation he'd made to be exactly like Jiwoon.
How hilarious that she ended up here. It didn't really matter, because you expected her to be like every other killer. But she wasn't.
No, Mina developed this weird obsession with you. It wasn't immediate, no. She had been obsessed with her creator, Taeyoung. She ignored you for the most part, until you got in the way of her getting her hands on Taeyoung.
You'd taken a hit for him, and it's like her whole world stopped. You had blood dripping from your head, your face contorted in pain. But you looked at her with nothing but pure malice, and it's like this switched flipped in her mind. She's been attached to you ever since, and you hate it. You hate her.
It's like she was hunting you down, because no matter how many trials you're forced through, it's almost always her. And you died every single time. Either by her hand or by the Entity.
Each time, without fail, before killing you, Mina will crouch down next to you and ask, "Do you love me?"
And every time, you say no. You'll never love her. It pisses her off, and you're in so much pain before ending up back at the campfire, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of submission. She's truly insane, if she thinks you'll ever fall in love with her.
You didn't think you'd ever actually fall in love with anyone here. Survival was your priority, and escaping the fog in general was your ultimate goal.
But... you've started to develop a bit of a soft spot for Taeyoung.
He's got this awkward charm to him, and he's fresh meat around here, so you felt this need to be his protector until he got the hang of things.
It's not love. Maybe a minor crush, at most, but you wouldn't call it love. Mina thought differently, because how else could things have ended up like this?
There were three generators left.
Vee and Gabe had been killed, and Taeyoung was one hook away from dying. You'd been left alone the entire trial, no matter how many times you tried to get Mina's attention. She'd look at you, and there'd be this cold rage in her gaze before she'd go after someone else.
This wasn't right. This was different. Something deep in the very core of your being tells you that something was wrong, something worse than the life you're currently living.
You're not sure you've ever felt this way in a trial before. Not even when you first ended up here. The dread settling in your chest is what urged you to look for Taeyoung. Maybe you can tell him to hide so that Mina will be forced to kill you, and he can get hatch.
You've done it before, for other survivors. You can do it again.
Except when you find Taeyoung, he's not alone. He's on the ground, with Mina on top of him.
Her weapon was thrown to the side, and she took to stabbing the poor man numerous times with her throwing blades. He's still alive, by some miracle, and you're calling out before you can even think to stop yourself.
Mina pauses just before she can stab him again, her head tilting up just a bit as those yellow eyes pierce into you. There's so much blood covering her skin, and it makes you sick to death wondering if Vee and Gabe had experienced this same treatment.
"여보," Mina's voice is shaking, a mix between rage and delight. Her hands are shaking, and there's this sick look of affection in her gaze that had nausea rising in your throat.
This isn't supposed to be happening, right? She's going off script. Trials aren't supposed to go this way.
But the Entity was doing nothing to stop her, and you just had this gut feeling that this wasn't going to end peacefully.
"Mina," Your own voice shakes, and her head cocks to the side just a bit at the sound of her name falling from your lips, "He's done nothing to you. Just... let him go, yeah?" You try to keep the desperation out of your words, but it's hard to hide as your gaze drops down to Taeyoung.
He's barely clinging on, at this point.
"Let him go?" Mina echoes, laughing like you'd told her some hilarious joke, "No. No, no, no, I can't do that!" She says in between giggles, before her expression drops into something far more serious, that anger returning to her gaze as she looks down at Taeyoung, "No... no, he wants to take you from me."
"No, he doesn't–"
"He want to keep you away from me, and I can't let him do that."
"Mina–"
"I have to kill him. If I kill him, then you can't love him. Even if it's only temporary, I'll kill him as many times as I need to. I won't let him take you away from–"
"I don't love him, I love you!"
Silence takes hold of the air between the two of you, save for Taeyoung's gasps for air as he bleeds out beneath Mina. She stares at you, eyes wide. You stare back, because you didn't even think before saying that.
You don't love Mina, you really don't. It had been a last-ditch effort to somehow save his life.
"...You do?" Mina asks, her voice so quiet and so hopeful. For a moment, you felt guilty for lying to her. You stomp that guilt down, reminding yourself that she's undeserving of any kindness. Not from you.
Still, you nod, "Yeah. I do. So... please... stop hurting him."
For a long moment, Mina doesn't say anything. She stares at you, and you can see her considering your words. Your heart beats in your chest, anxiety through the roof as you wait for some sort of response.
And then—
"Liar."
Mina slams the blade down into Taeyoung's chest, giving it one final twist for good measure before pulling it out as she stands up. Blood drips from it, and you stand there frozen as she approaches you.
Fear.
Genuine fear, that's what you're feeling in this moment. It's a feeling you were familiar with, but you've never felt it to this extreme.
You stumble back, but Mina's hand snatches your wrist before you can get far, and you can feel blood smearing on your skin as she pulls you close.
It's like everything moves in slow motion. There's a sudden searing pain in your body, and you look down just enough to see that Mina has stabbed the blade into your chest.
She lets go of your wrist, cupping your cheek instead as her thumb lovingly caresses just under your eye, nothing but pure affection in her gaze, even as she's stabbing you.
"Don't worry, you'll love me for real soon enough," She says, leaning forward until her lips are mere inches from yours, "We have all the time in the world."
Your vision fades, and when it clears, you're back at the campfire. This was far worse than you could've imagined, and you're at a loss on what you could possibly do to deal with this.
Really, you can only hope that the Entity takes pity on you and keeps you out of trials with Mina for a while.
notes. this is borderline soft yandere territory (for jiwoon, at least) and i debated posting this on my yandere blog but... meh. just don't read jiwoon's part if you're not comfy w that sort of thing. anyways i can't speak korean, or japanese so i heavily relied on translators and apologize if there's any mistakes made!!
premise. they reunite with their lover, years after being taken into the fog.
includes. the trickster, the ghostface, and the spirit.
warnings. gn!reader, canon-typical violence. survivor!reader (jiwoon, rin), killer!reader (danny), unhealthy relationships (all but rin), harm against the reader (rin), hints of manipulation (danny), love bombing (jiwoon).
Hak Jiwoon is a man you do not want the attention of, because nine times out of ten, it leads to him brutally murdering you and recording your screams to put in a future song.
You, however, got his attention. You were the lucky one out of that ten that he didn't murder.
It's not attention you wanted, either. You were nothing more than a model for one of his music videos, you weren't meant to get involved with him. But Jiwoon didn't care.
He wanted you, so he'll have you.
Your relationship developed too fast for your liking, but he said all the right words. He complimented you constantly, and drowned you in affection that it left you feeling dizzy. He drowned you in gifts, and he wasn't shy to post about you online, either.
Safe to say, Jiwoon ensured you were hooked to him.
So when he was taken into the fog, he was just a bit pissed off that you weren't by his side. He'd put in so much time and effort making you dependent on him, and now he was unable to reach you.
What if you moved on? Found someone new?
These kinds of thoughts haunted him when he wasn't in the middle of a trial, so when he saw you sitting at the campfire the next time he found himself watching it, it was like the Entity was rewarding him. Like she knew exactly what he needed.
He's quick to track you down, not even bothering with the other survivors until he has his hands on you.
"해바라기," He hums, one arm wrapped loosely around your waist as he pulls you back against him. The generator you'd been working on filled the silence for a moment, before the idol is speaking again, "Do you know how much I've missed you?"
He's not even able to get a response from you before one of the other survivors, Yui, is dropping a flashbang and pulling you from his grasp. The light blinds him, his hand coming up to shield his face as his vision slowly clears.
Anger replaces the joy he'd felt mere moments ago as his crazed gaze searches around, watching as you run away with Yui. Had it truly been so long that you no longer loved him?
No. No, that just won't do.
"야, 왜 뛰고 있어?!" His voice echoes as he yells after you, and he swears under his breath when you don't even look back. You were going to make this hard for him, it seems. This must be a test from the Entity. A gift he'll only receive if he works for it.
There's no way he's letting you get away from him, so trust that he works hard this trial.
He takes pleasure in each scream he pulls from the other survivors, taking his anger out on them because they must've been the ones to taint your mind. You loved him. You adored him. You worshipped him. You weren't meant to run away from him.
Jiwoon had planned on taking his time with Yui, seeing as the woman was acting as your guard dog this trial. She's keeping you from him, so he planned on punishing her for it. He made sure her screams were loud. Loud enough for you to hear, wherever you are.
And when she's dead, when it's finally just you and him, he hunts you down.
You scream when he grabs you, but it's not a sound he finds pleasing. The look of anger, of hurt, is written all over his face as he stares at you.
"여보," The affectionate term is laced with sweet poison as he cups your cheeks, wiping away your falling tears with his thumbs. Blood stained his... everything. His skin, the yellow coat, his bat that was dropped onto the ground.
And it was smearing onto you as you choke on a weak, pathetic little sound.
It breaks Jiwoon's heart seeing you like this, but it's your own fault. You shouldn't have run away, shouldn't have been so buddy-buddy with someone else.
With a sigh, he pulls you into a hug. You don't return it, arms hanging limply at your side, but he doesn't care. He holds you, his arms tight and suffocating, "I'm sorry you had to see any of this, I really am. But now you understand, right? How deep my love is for you?"
All this time away from you, and you'd moved on from him. Meanwhile, he was stuck on you like some desperate puppy waiting for scraps of affection.
You're utterly oblivious to the hold you have on him. A fact that pisses him off and relieves him all at once.
But it doesn't matter if you love him or not, because you're trapped in the fog now. Just like him.
Jiwoon has all the time in the world to make you his again.
THE GHOSTFACE
Danny had always prided himself in never letting fickle relationships get in the way of living his life the way he wanted.
Being single was sorta his thing, and one of the tactics he used to get close to certain victims when he craved that extra sadistic satisfaction of watching the life leave their eyes.
Meeting you had been both a blessing, and a curse.
A blessing, because he loves you oh so dearly, and he can't even imagine not having you in his life. A curse, because he suddenly finds it hard to leave. The police were breathing down his neck, so he knew he shouldn't stick around any longer.
When the fog took him, he'd lamented the fact that he couldn't see you again, but ultimately had no choice but to move on. There's blood to be spilled.
Time was nothing more than a concept in the fog, so there's no telling how much went by before he finally got to see you again.
There had been whispers of a new killer. Whispers shared between survivors during trials, wondering if maybe they'd encounter the new killer before Danny's jumping out and scaring them half to death before stabbing at them.
Danny is a curious man, by nature. And he's made it a habit to keep track of all the killers on the off chance he gets to work with them during a trial. So with a new killer around, that means he has a new subject to stalk.
He hummed to himself as he waltzed around the new location. Some dreary neighborhood. A replacement for Haddonfield, maybe. It wasn't hard to find the new killer, watching them from a bush as they threw rocks at cans and bottles.
Clearly, he wasn't as sneaky as he thought, because a rock is being chucked at his head before he can blink, knocking on his mask and hitting the ground with a dull thud. His gaze stays on the rock for only a second before he's looking back up.
And instead of the masked face he was expecting to see, he saw you. You, with your mask in your trembling hands. A lot must've changed in the time he'd been gone, because this? This was new.
Danny never bothered keeping his identity a secret from you, because he knew you were too far gone in your love to do anything about it.
It's what made you so fun, seeing how you'd tense up whenever he's touch you, thinking it would be a knife in your spine rather than his hands on your waist.
There's this almost manic smile on Danny's face when he stands from the bush, pulling his own mask off to meet your gaze properly.
"Ah, my angel," His smile grows just a little wider when you visibly shudder at the sound of his voice, his steps slow and careful as he approaches.
He can hear the way your breath hitches a bit when the cool leather of his gloved hand comes up to gently caress your cheek, humming a bit when you lean into the touch like you'd been craving it.
He still has you wrapped around his finger, doesn't he?
"Did you miss me?" He asks, voice oh so soft. A softness meant only for you to hear. You nod, and he can't help but coo a bit, "Enough that it drove you to kill?"
When you nod again, Danny is pulling you into a hug. You're quick to hug back, clinging to him like you were terrified he'd disappear again if you let go.
He clings just as tight, but not out of fear, no. He wants to drown in your presence, to make up for lost time.
"I'll never leave you again, my love." He promises. He's favored by the Entity, so he's confident that she won't ban him from seeing you. You're truly stuck with him forever now.
THE SPIRIT
Your relationship with Rin had been one of the best things that had ever happened to her. When she wasn't working herself to the bone, she was spending time with you.
You were her home away from home, and the one person who could truly bring her comfort and make all the troubles in the world seem like nothing. You made her laugh, and you held her when she cried. You were on her mind, as she was bleeding out.
You were the last sane thought she had, before anger overtook her, and the fog swallowed her up.
There's no telling how much time passed, but she never forgot you. In moments of clarity, when her anger and thirst for revenge wasn't as strong, she'd think about you. She'd wonder if, maybe, you were thinking about her, too.
She didn't even think to look at the survivors sitting around the campfire in the distance when she felt that familiar pull, her anger outweighing all rational thought as the Entity dug her claws into her psyche, pushing her into seeing nothing but a hot white as memories of her father pounded into her mind.
This trial was meant to be like all the others. The decrepit recreation of some elementary school would be the location for her to vent her anger, and she had intended to do just that.
One of the survivors, she thinks she remembers their name to be Renato, had been her first target.
She was chasing him, hunting him down and following the sounds of his pained cries. The world fades in color, and her speed increases, her ears straining to listen.
Just when she's about to close in on her target, she hears a soft gasp.
Manifesting into the world and swinging her shattered katana at the sound, it comes into contact with another survivor. There's a pained scream, and suddenly all the anger she felt went silent as her vision zones in on you.
You stared back, eyes wide, like you had just recognized her as well. The katana disappeared back into the back of her hand, and she flickers in and out of existence, her echoed breathing the only thing to fill the silence for a long while.
She knew that she should move on. Gens were being worked on, and survivors were meant to be killed. You were... a survivor. You were meant to be killed.
But she can't. She can't.
A choked sound comes from her, and she's reaching out to you. You flinch, almost like you were expecting another strike, and her heart shatters.
"本当にごめんなさい." Her voice breaks, barely above a whisper. She hadn't spoke since the night her father did what he did, and it didn't sound like her words. Her voice had been full of life, and now? Now it's just... a husk. A whisper. A... a ghost, as ironic as it is, of who she used to be.
Rin doesn't cry. She's not sure if she can, truth be told, but the anguish is clear in her expression.
It makes her heart ache and race at the same time when you're quick to shake your head, reaching out and taking her hand into your own. Your blood was staining your skin, sticking to hers, and it made her feel sick. So, so sick.
You spend the entire trial just trying to calm her down. Whenever one of the other three survivors even get remotely close, you have to stare them down, silently telling them to leave before Rin could take notice to them.
She's your girlfriend, no matter what happens, but something tells you she won't spare your friends the same kindness she shows you.
And when the last gen pops, and the gates open, she has to force herself to let you go. She wishes that she could stay by your side forever now that you're here, but she can't stomach the thought of seeing the Entity digging her claws into your flesh when she finally grows impatient.
You promise that you'll see each other again soon, but it wasn't a promise you could actually keep. There was no telling when you'd actually get the chance to see her again.
But now, whenever Rin finds herself looking off at the campfire in the distance, she studies every survivor's face in search for you.
Finally, she's no longer alone.
translations.
jiwoon - 해바라기 (haebalagi) — Sunflower. / 야, 왜 뛰고 있어?! (ya wae ttwigo isso) — Hey, why are you running?! / 여보 (yobo) — Sweetheart.
rin - 本当にごめんなさい (Hontōni gomen'nasai) — I'm really sorry.
down below you will find a list containing my works for every survivor from dead by daylight. this list does not include legendary cosmetics, but i do write for them as well.
a/n: chat im gonna be so fr im only writing this bc i miss jiwoon and it's been 20 years (3 months) since i've been in a trial against him
includes: the trickster, the shape, and orela rose.
warnings: gn reader, canon-typical violence, inconsistent length. jiwoon: pre-fog, obsession, anti-soulmate trope??, brief depiction of murder. michael: post-fog, choking, attempted murder against reader. orela: post-fog, implied transphobia but it's very very brief and mentioned in passing, green flags all around guys we should love orela more.
THE TRICKSTER
Jiwoon doesn't have a soulmate. He did, but they weren't you. He's known you his whole life, and you've always been his number one fan and biggest supporter. Why would he want anyone but you? But the mark on his wrist didn't match yours.
When he met his soulmate, they were so unbearably boring that he ended up killing them. Not that he'd have any interest in them even if they weren't boring, because again, they weren't you. Some would call it an obsession, but he just calls it devotion.
He always assumed you felt the same way he did, because you never shied away from his touches. Every love song he'd made, even when he was in NO SPIN, they were all dedicated to you. He'd scare off anyone who might try taking you away from him and had even gone as far as to threaten his bandmates when they were still alive.
Surely, you believed Jiwoon was your soulmate, right? Why else would you spend so much time with him? Hell, there were people within your inner social circle who thought you two were dating, so surely... surely you knew how head over heels Jiwoon was for you.
Jiwoon was a damn idiot, that's what he was. He can only stare at you as you go on and on about how you'd found your soulmate, about how perfect they were. It honestly felt like his whole world was crumbling down right in front of him, and he couldn't do anything to stop it.
He'd been by your side for years. You guys were just teenagers when you first met, and now he's being so easily replaced by some nobody who just so happened to have your name stained on their wrist. If that's all it took, he would've gotten a tattoo of your name, career as an idol be damned.
He could only laugh, the sound coming out as empty to him. But you didn't seem to notice, and all he could think about was how he was going to get you back in his arms.
Had you not been oblivious to Jiwoon's obsession, then perhaps this all could have been prevented. Instead, you could only watch in horror with your hands chained up above you in some abandoned warehouse as the man you had considered your best friend brutally murdered your soulmate.
And he was recording it. All of it. Barely able to keep himself from laughing as your soulmate screamed. You don't know how long this went on, but you were so relieved when the screaming stopped. That relief only turned into dread when Jiwoon's attention snapped over to you, his eyes wide and his gaze chilling.
You wanted to beg for your life, but the words got stuck in your throat as Jiwoon approached you. You would've run, had you not been chained up. But he didn't seem to have any intentions of hurting you, judging from the way he caressed your cheek like you were his lover. The feeling of blood sticking to your skin made your stomach lurch, but you swallowed down your bile.
"I forgive you," he whispered as he pulled you into his embrace. You couldn't pull away, so you could only cry as he showed off the fresh tattoo of your name on his wrist. He wasn't making any sense to you, as he spoke about how every relationship had its ups and downs, and that he should've been more upfront about his feelings.
But now that Jiwoon finally had you, there was no way he'd let you go. He was your soulmate, even if you refused to believe it. Even if the universe didn't agree with it, it didn't matter. You two were meant for each other, and there was no way he'd ever give you up.
THE SHAPE
The very concept of soulmates is something Michael couldn't care less about. He's never been interested in such things, even when he was just a kid and he heard his sister rambling to her friends about soulmates.
It's not until he's taken by the fog that he actually meets the soulmate he apparently had this entire time. The moment his hand wrapped around your throat, preparing to stab his knife into you, the touch burned.
Pain wasn't a stranger to him, but this was different. He could feel this all over his body, like something inside of him ignited the moment he touched you. It was jarring enough that he dropped you to stare at his hand, wondering if maybe this was some strange new perk amongst survivors.
But there was a faint golden sheen on the palm of his hand, one that only lasted for a short moment, and that's when it clicked. This is what his sister was always gushing about. He had a soulmate. He had a soulmate, and it happened to be you.
You were gone by the time he snapped out of his daze, the sound of a generator popping causing his attention to snap back into place. Even though there was a strange conflict of emotions in his mind, things he couldn't remember ever feeling before, he didn't let that affect the trial.
Until you were the last survivor left, that is. There were still two gens that had to be repaired in order to even try opening the gate, and hatch was being particularly elusive this trial, so you were panicking a bit, trying to sneak around to avoid Michael.
But he was a man on a mission, so of course he caught you. There was no way you'd get out of this alive, not when you felt his hand gripping your arm. You screamed, your eyes squeezing shut, but he didn't react. When did he ever react?
You had expected an immediate death, but the feeling of a knife in your stomach never came. He just... gripped your arm. Mustering up what little courage you had, you opened your eyes to see him staring down at you. Or rather, the faint gold sheen forming on your skin from his touch.
The sight left you confused for a few moments before it actually hit you. Soulmates. You'd heard far too many stories about the myth from your fellow survivors. In the world you had come from, such a thing didn't exist. And yet, it seems as if you had one.
Your soulmate was a man who wanted to kill you. A man who had killed the people you reluctantly called your friends. A man who, from what you've heard, can't feel anything. It was like some sick joke. Your life here was already hell, so why not make it worse?
And maybe it was out of boredom, or some form of pity, but the entity intervenes before anything can happen. In the blink of an eye, fog overtakes the two of you. When it clears, you're back at the campfire, and Michael is nowhere to be seen. You end up breaking down, much to the confusion of the other survivors. You're not sure if you even wanted them to know, but they did their best to comfort you.
And Michael was... angry? Anger is an emotion he's vaguely familiar with. He can't feel, not really. But you were taken from him sooner than he wanted, and it left him feeling frustrated. He won't let you get away next time, no matter what the entity tries to do.
ORELA ROSE
Your name has been inked into her wrist for as long as she could remember. She remembers the day it showed up and how excited she was to show it off to Emily.
While she's not exactly obsessed with the concept of soulmates, she did have her moments when she'd imagine what you were like. Especially after her transition, mostly due to the silly fear that you might not support who she is.
A lot of her past relationships ended because of that, so it's something she always thinks about whenever the topic of soulmates is brought up around her.
She never went out to actively search for her soulmate either, having faith that the universe would bring her to you when the time was right.
She just assumed that she would've bumped into you at the hospital or something like that, not here. Not sitting at a campfire, surrounded by trees and fog, waiting to be hunted down for sport.
Orela doesn't even know when you showed up, or if you had been here before her. She just remembers the fog lulling her into a daze, only to find herself in front of a familiar campfire again, with three other people by her side.
You were a new face, someone she'd yet to see, so as she waited for the trial to start, she sat next to you by the fire and struck up a conversation. You didn't seem nervous, so she doubts this was your first time here. Scared, a little exhausted, and breathtakingly gorgeous.
It was a bit silly, finding herself attracted to someone in circumstances like this. You'd think shit like that would be the last thing on her mind, but there was just something about you that caught her attention.
Only when you tell her your name does it actually click in her mind. Her hand instinctively goes to the name on her wrist. It's something she always did when she felt overwhelmed. Her soulmate's name had been there, always, to ground her.
And now here you are, right in front of her. Stuck in this purgatory, doomed to die or survive, over and over again. There's this part of her that felt relieved, in an odd way. She wasn't in this alone. She found you. But that relief was short-lived, soon replaced by a sense of horror and dread. Because she... she found you. Here, in this cursed place.
That familiar look of realization dawns on your face as well, when she manages to force her name out.
But neither of you can say anything more, because that familiar sound rings in the air. Eyes were watching you, and there was nothing that could be done as the fog bled out of the surroundings and coils around the four survivors.
As the fog faded and she found herself in the familiar surroundings of Haddonfield, she made a vow. Come hell or high water, she was going to get the two of you out of this trial alive.
Haiiiii :3 this might be a little silly and your free to ignore it but can I request any slasher or dbd killer of your choice with an S/O (gender-neutral) who likes giving handmade gifts? But if you can include Julie from Legion then I'll love you forever 🙏🙏🙏🙏
a/n: hi sorry this took so long nd that it's so short </3 i'm trying to get back into writing and am using this as a way to do that so!!
includes: the legion (julie), the trickster, baby firefly, and brahms heelshire.
warnings: typical slashers and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, technically captivity in brahms' part if u think too hard on it, jiwoon's kinda mean but i mean. he's jiwoon. idk it's pretty light tbh.
THE LEGION (JULIE)
And people (Joey, mostly) say romance is dead!
If this is before the fog, then she 100% keeps any gifts you give her on her dresser in her bedroom. She'll admire every intricate little detail, knowing you put a lot of effort into making something that suits her style.
If this is after the fog, it really depends on whether you're a killer or survivor. If you're a killer, Julie will probably be a little surprised the first time you give her a gift, mostly because she doesn't interact much with the other killers like the other members of Legion.
She'll be flattered, of course, but she could also suspect you of having ulterior motives of some kind.
But if you're a survivor, she'll be really shocked the first time you give her a gift, and maybe even the next few times afterwards. Why would you, a survivor, even consider making her, a killer, gifts?
She's murdered so many people, probably murdered you, too many times to keep count, so when you snuck up on her during a trial to give her a gift, it left her feeling... conflicted.
When she returns from the trial, the other members of Legion question her on the little bunny figure you had gifted her, made of scrap presumably from other trials.
Susie thought it was cute, and maybe she's a little jealous but she'd probably ask Julie to get you to make her one too the next time you're in a trial with her. Frank is equally as jealous, if not a little more, and he'd probably say the gift was dumb but that's a lie. Joey doesn't care at all, honestly. It's not his business.
She keeps any gift you give her, and if the entity allows it, she may even hang them as little charms on her hooks.
THE TRICKSTER
This guy is used to getting gifts, he almost expects it.
As an idol, it was only natural for his fans to give him gifts, be it during little meet and greets or by other... intruding means that leads to them being featured on his next release.
So when you first start giving him gifts, he might not even react much. The most he'll give is a small 'how nice' that was ingrained into him by his manager.
And if you're a survivor, he might even go as far as to mock you for giving him a gift when his only real interest is hearing you scream. Bastard is mean as hell we should stone him.
I can't say he'd keep your gifts. Unless he's by some chance formed a bond with you, chances are he will throw anything you give him away. The attention is nice, but... he doesn't care.
And if he does form a bond with you, then he will most likely demand you make him things, if we're being honest. Like I said, the attention is nice, and he thrives off it. You giving him gifts just solidifies in his mind that you like him.
He's mostly fond of things that can be worn as jewelry, especially earrings. He'll mix and match the earrings, and he might even go as far as to show the little gifts off to other killers and survivors. He annoys both sides equally doing this.
But his favorite gift by far is the little charm you made to hang from the handle of his bat. It's like a declaration of love to him. You, accepting every little part of him.
So yeah. Give him everything you have. He wants it all.
BABY FIREFLY
She absolutely adores any gift you give her, but it's tenfold when you make it yourself.
The Firefly family is filled with some of the most creative people she knows, so she always enjoys seeing people just... create.
Maybe you're part of the family, or maybe you're some person she met at a club when she and Otis went out searching for their next playthings.
Either way, you have her attention, baby.
She'll wear anything you make her, if it's designed that way. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, rings... if she can wear it, then trust me. She'll rock it.
Baby will reciprocate any gifts you give her, so it's like a never-ending contest of who can give the other the most gifts.
She'll even go as far as to pester Otis into helping her out with some of the more elaborate gifts she makes you.
It's all sweet and cute and it makes Otis wanna gouge his eyes out every time he has to witness you two give each other gifts.
But yeah! All of your gifts are kept in her room. Any jewelry you make is kept at her wardrobe, and the little trinkets and drawings are displayed for her to admire whenever she wants.
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
Brahms knew you were the one for him the moment you started making little accessories for the doll.
He liked the fact that you were so creative, that you somehow managed to make gifts for the doll while still sticking to the schedule.
Before you know about him, he'll sneak out while you're sleeping to steal any gifts you made for the doll. It's not technically stealing if you made them for him, so he doesn't see the problem.
Besides, he found your frown cute when you realized the stuff you had made disappeared.
He's basically made a little shrine in his room in the wall just filled with all the stuff you've made.
But at some point, he started getting a little... jealous of the doll. He wanted you to make gifts for him. He wants you to smile at him as you hand him a little trinket or a bracelet you made.
And when he finally reveals himself to you, he expects you to do exactly that. Even if you're scared, he doesn't care.
He'll go as far as to throw a tantrum if you don't, so you really don't have any choice but to continue making gifts for him.
He's sure you'll get used to him being around, and soon enough your smiles won't be so forced anymore when you give him things. You have no other choice.
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