#legion x reader

[holydayaria]

I usually really like throuples (especially as yanderes ha) but I really struggle to see that with Frank and Julie.

You’d think since they’re usually in sync with each other that it’d be seamless, but they squabble over who gets to stab you and how/where. Julie is easily jealous, whether that gets directed towards you or Frank. Susie might have an eye on you too. Good luck.

[vikkirosko]

Hello!! Not nsfw promise <3

Can u do a Frank X reader where the reader asks if he wants to match thongs with him lol I saw it on TikTok and thought it was funny, ignore if u don't want to!!!

I'm not sure which Frank we're talking about. I thought of Frank from dbd and from outlast, but I took dbd

🗻 Frank Morrison x Reader Oneshot Match thongs 🔪

Frank was waiting for you to be ready so that you could finally go to a meeting with the others. You usually pack much faster, but today, for some reason, you seemed to want to dress up in a special way. That's why he was sitting on the couch, smoking and waiting for you.

"Hey, Frank! I have a suggestion for you!"

"An offer not to wait for you and go alone?"

He chuckled, expecting your displeasure, but instead he heard a chuckle.

"No, how about we put on a pair of clothes"

"You could have said you wanted to wear my jacket!"

He heard your laughter and grinned wider.

"Actually, I was thinking of something more special"

"For example?"

"For example, that you could wear a thong like mine"

Frank didn't immediately understand what exactly you said. He would never have thought that you would offer him something like this, but when the thong was in his lap, he realized that you were going to continue this thought to the end.

His lips curled into a grin.

"Oh, so you're in a playful mood today"

He stood up, hooked his thong with his finger and looked at you. You were smiling contentedly at him, but when you saw how his gaze lit up, you stepped back a little. You weren't really scared, and Frank saw it. But that wasn't the main goal either.

"I think first I need to make sure that you put on these thongs yourself, otherwise I'll look stupid if I'm the only one in these thongs"

Frank hurried over to you, and you started running away from him, laughing.

"That's not what I meant!"

"It's too late! Take responsibility for your own words!"

You laughed and ran away from him while Frank chased you. Neither he nor you cared anymore that your friends were waiting for you. Your meeting with them could have waited.

[novafoxz]

How each of the members of the legion would react to you giving them affection + ghostface

(Warning: this work includes smut along with fluff. It’s the most intense in Joey’s part. It’s more smutty there but for the most part the rest is just suggestive.)

Frank:

-If you started showing him affection he’d probably react negatively at first as he isn’t used to it. Only at first as he’d immediately side eye you but then after a minute or two he’d wrap an arm around you and make sure you can’t pull away. He’s possessive so once he shows affection it’s a bit intense.

- He’ll stop if you want to since he loves you, even underneath all that angst teenager shit. But if you indulge him and his possessive nature he’ll get really affectionate. He likes to know that you’re his and that you’ll take his affection if he gives it to you.

If you reject him while he’s being affectionate however he’ll become incredibly upset and frustrated. He won’t bother you with it, he’ll just sit by himself and sulk while crossing his arms like a child. He honestly gets so pissy, but if you give him a few kisses he’ll probably stop the meltdown he’s having.

-He takes out his anger on other things except you as he probably wrecks shit and vandalises more to let it out. He just needs your affection even if he doesn’t admit it. That’s the reason he acts extra pissy. He has abandonment issues 100% so if you reject affection he’ll subconsciously think it’s you rejecting him all together, he’ll take it personally so make sure to reassure him that you love him.

He’ll also go out of his way to hold your hand whenever you’re together. That’s probably the most he’ll ever do in public. That’s only if you’ve been together for a good amount of time. He doesn’t like to be seen as weak or soft in front of others. He’s a ‘tough’ guy and doesn’t need to be vulnerable… at least that’s what he tells himself. He’s more soft underneath all the trauma and ‘bad boy’ stuff, he loves attention and affection more then he lets on. In private he’s very clingy even if he gives you shit for it as he pretends he doesn’t like it. You usually initiate all the affection and love but he’ll go out of his way to do it if he feels possessive or he wasn’t seen you for a while. He loves you in his own weird way.

Julie:

-Much like Frank she’ll pretend she doesn’t like your affection if she’s in a pissy mood

(which is 70% of the time)

-but when something hasn’t pissed her off and she’s actually in a somewhat good mood she’ll be all for it. She’ll smirk and pull you closer after you initiate a hug or cuddle, she’ll nuzzle her nose into your cheek while staying mostly quiet to just enjoy your company.

Usually she takes you to her room in private as it’s her safe space. The spot she can relax and be the most quiet in. You get very used to staying there whenever you hang out with her. As I said before she’s usually pissed at something and she spends her time in her room especially whenever she’s mad.

-ever since she met you she tried to cut out her bad behaviours, especially if you’re more innocent and kind then she is. She doesn’t want to seem too intense for you if she really likes you. Some habits she can’t help though. She’s a nervous smoker (my head canon is she smokes along with Frank)

So she usually smokes wherever you’re not around. But usually you can tell if she has done it whenever you hang out together. You mostly cuddle in her bed while she tells you about her day and what inconvenienced her, that’s why you usually can tell if she’s smoked recently as you can smell it on her.

-just like Frank she’ll be really hands on if she’s jealous or possessive. She’ll be more dirty about it though as she’ll probably pull you close and run her Hand down your body and grab your ass while death glaring the person she’s pissed off at.

You eventually get used to this as she’s very possessive. She’s more passive aggressive when she’s jealous as she gets more frequently pissed than Frank sometimes. She’ll always remind you who you belong to in private though.

-She’s quite neutral for the most part regarding affection but sometimes she can’t help herself from acting a bit insatiable as she has a habit of trying to get you into bed. Especially after a really long day. She just wants to take her anger out on something, usually you but she won’t hurt you. She’ll just be a bit rough.

-for the most part she’s normal but you have to deal with the fact she smells like cigarettes whenever she’s had a secret smoke break. So you eventually have to get used to it.

Susie:

-She’s much more likely to reciprocate affection and initiate it.

She’s much more in touch with her affectionate side. She’s more clingy then the rest for the most part and feel so happy whenever you try giving her some love. She’ll immediately pull you into a tight hug while smiling brightly. She’ll keep you in her arms for a good long while as she recharges her social battery.

(I headcanon she gets quickly drained from socialising everyday)

-if you try hugging her or clinging to her side she’ll pull you into a tight hug regardless. Depending on how far you are in the relationship she’ll pamper your face in kisses while saying how much she needed this. She’ll sigh happily and probably make you cuddle with her on the couch.

- Susie is much more affectionate as she will also commonly hug you. She’s also not afraid to hold your hand during the day, even in public. She’ll get embarrassed if people tease her for it but won’t stop. She’ll just get shy and probably want to go somewhere more private. She can’t help but want more and more affection in private. Hugs will turn into cuddles, cuddles will turn into kisses, probably will lead to making out if she really misses you.

If she’s really drained from a day of socialising she’ll probably take you to her room and try to initiate something more. She’ll probably kiss down your neck and rub her hands up and down your body while telling you how much she appreciates you. If you deny her if she wants more then just cuddles she’ll be the most understanding as she usually apologises and gives you more soft kisses. If you accept her offer she’ll immediately get closer, she’ll probably be way too eager to get your clothes off as she worships you with her tongue.

-she just loves you so much. Give her more affection as often as you can and her heart is yours.

Joey:

-Joey is more of a chill and nonchalant guy. He isn’t afraid to show affection back and usually initiates small intimate gestures. Like holding your hand, Helping you carry things while he talks to you about your day, he will help you de-stress after a rough day as well. With some soft kisses and words of love.

-Will hold you for as long as you want as his bigger frame envelopes you and makes you feel safe. He’s bigger compared to the other legion members as he is also really warm. Thankfully since it’s pretty cold in mount Ormond.

-If you show him affection. In private he’ll smile and melt while he pulls you closer. He’ll kiss your cheek real sweetly while rubbing his hand up and down your sides. He’ll tell you about his day as you two cuddle and he’ll eventually pull you onto his lap.

Usually he’ll steal more kisses as he is a bit greedy. Once he gets into it he’ll be all over you. Joey is a guy who really only has eyes for you, once you’ve got him wrapped around your finger he is always down bad for you.

-He’ll always be down for more than cuddling, he also finds great enjoyment out of kissing you breathless while whispering how much he loves you. He’s a big softie in private as he usually acts all tough and unbothered with others but once you’ve made him yours he’ll truly show how soft he is. He genuinely can make out with you for hours with you on his lap and be totally okay with not doing more. He can be just wholesome and sweet if you’re into that.

-on the other hand if he knows you’re also a bit more into doing more. Commonly he’ll get hard for you if you deepen the kiss, slip your tongue into his mouth and grind into his lap. He’ll be all yours.

- he grabs your waist and pushes his hips up into you as he makes you feel his hardness grind against your crotch. He will not be subtle about it at all as he wants you to know how hard you make him.

-Commonly it’ll lead to more as he thoroughly fucks you and makes you forget about anything else except him. He’ll usually talk you into bed as he prefers taking you in his room, on his bed but if he’s that pent up he doesn’t mind bending you over the couch or counter if you’re alone. He’s a talker in bed as he lets out sighs of pleasure with deep groans. He loves talking you through it as he makes love to you.

“You feel so good, you’re just so perfect.”

“Yeah thats right, tighten up for me.”

“You feel that? That’s how hard you make me baby.”

“I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk darling.”

-All that as he pounds into you from behind. his favourite position would have to be face to face as he pins your legs up and kisses you breathless while pushing himself as deep as he can go.

He knows how to rile you up just as much as you rile him up, effortlessly. He knows all the right things to drive you crazy as he genuinely pays really close attention to you.

He’s that kind of partner who remembers every little detail you tell him. He’ll constantly nudge against that sensitive spot of yours as he focuses on your pleasure. Your pleasure is his, he gets off a lot more to your reactions as it makes him so horny. You can tell with how often he randomly gets hard. If you’re just hugging or kissing privately in some random place he’ll just get hard. It’s embarrassing for him but he also isn’t afraid to admit it.

-As much as he loves to pound you into his mattress he also really loves slowly making love to you. He’ll hold your hands and intertwine your fingers together as he kisses you slowly while mumbling how perfect you are and how much he adores you. So overall he’s very on board to give affection. So feel free to show him some love, he’ll always welcome it. Even in public surprisingly. He won’t initiate more in public but if you do instead he can’t bring himself to turn you down. He will draw the line at any hint at sex talk in front of people but if you show innocent affection he’ll reciprocate a little so you know he appreciates it. Try not to do it in front of anyone. For his sake and his pride.

Ghostface:

-Danny is a special case. He’ll usually be much more dirty when any physical contact is involved. Usually it’s teasing and he doesn’t genuinely mean to make you uncomfortable, he will stop it if you are not feeling it. If you’re not cringing you’ll have to get used to a flirty Danny, he’ll constantly make suggestive comments in the most unexpected way. You’ll be talking about your day and he’ll somehow make it sexual.

“So I went out to get stuff with my friends and they told me to come-”

‘I can make you do that all night baby.’ …..silence

-Roll your eyes as much as you want he will always find a way to be his definition of ‘funny’

-but seriously if you show him affection he won’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you and make flirty comments while purring it into your ear suggestively. ‘Like this baby? You want it real tight huh..’ he says as he hugs you. He’s a perv. Smack him if he’s too annoying. He expects it.

-but he’s much more wholesome and soft whenever he’s sleepy. If you’ve crawled into his bed and make it your mission to pamper him in affection he’ll grumble about how you’re ruining his precious sleep but will happily take it and not move. He’ll take as many kisses as you give him as you trap him in a bear hug. He’ll accept it and happily reciprocate any kisses.

For once he doesn’t try to deepen it and make it more suggestive as he kisses you more slowly and lazily. It’s definitely a nice change of pace as you enjoy seeing him like this.

-You’re the only person who’s allowed to frequently see him maskless, he’ll give you special privileges since he adores you. He’s also really possessive and clingy ‘surprisingly…..’ He hates being apart from you for too long. He’ll be really grumpy and will take it out on his victims while stabbing them extra hard as blood splatters everywhere.

He’ll try his hardest to keep you away from any gore he invokes to others as he doesn’t want to mess you up that badly. He adores you to death as he’d do anything to keep you with him forever. He’s definitely the guy who will tie you down with him and won’t let you leave. He’ll respect your boundaries but you aren’t allowed to just leave and ditch him. He won’t ever allow that to happen. So feel at home since you’re not being left alone anytime soon. It’s hard to feel alone when you’ve constantly got Danny stalking you. even if you’re in a relationship.

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(Note im sorry I haven’t been posting like… at all lmao. I’m trying to get back into it so I’ll start writing for dead by daylight since I’ve gotten back into it)

[airbendertendou]

high ♡ frank morrison

soulmate au where you reincarnate until you meet / stay with your soulmate.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; heavy song mention, you can decide what song it is ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how legion looks is up to you! ; dbd lore could b inaccurate

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Your surroundings were new ; unfamiliar as your eyes flutter open. You’re on your back, staring at the cloudless sky as the summer heat hits you from every summer. You twist awkwardly, your elbows hitting the ground and lifting you onto your knees as you still, eyeing the area that surrounds you. Heated air smacks against you again — this summer was brutal.

You pause — it was summer, wasn’t it?

“Hey, newbie!” A voice barely below a whisper is targeted at you. Turning, you see a person with a beanie covering turquoise colored hair. They rush your way, grabbing your wrist and dragging you with them to a giant machine. “No time to explain. Just put your hands near this — a generator — and they’ll do the rest. Careful of sparks.”

You do as they say, watching as their body tensed. Finally, she introduced herself quietly when she deemed the coast was clear. You clear your throat, “[Name]. Where are we?”

“Coldwind Farm.” The generator clicks and whirs as Nea pauses, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “Really cranked the heat up this time.”

The generator sputters to life, a light clicking on above you and exposing you to everything nearby. Nea cusses under her breath, rising to her feet quickly and rushing away from the loud machinery. You follow after her cluelessly, bumping into her back when she stops abruptly. Nea frowns, “we need to go separate ways now.”

“But—”

“Go fix another generator,” calloused hands fall onto your shoulders. Nea squeezes reassuringly and her face switches to something else — someone else. You blink and she’s back to normal, looking around you both cautiously. “If your heartbeat begins to pick up, get away.”

She’s gone without another word and you find yourself standing there, alone and vulnerable.

Shuffling awkwardly, you hustle along a barn, eyeing the field in front of you warily. Letting out a long breath, you take a chance and sprint into the field. Nea told you to work on generators, but you felt safer out of plain view. Crouching down, you hide your face in your knees and simply sit there.

A scream echoes around you and you flinch, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. The field sways from side to side as something  — someone, maybe — drifts through it. Another scream hits — two more beams of light, showing more generators were done.

Nea would be angry when she found out you did nothing to help. But your head was aching, scrambled with new thoughts and images of the past you couldn’t forget. Someone drifts by you again and you make yourself smaller, frown on your lips as you fight a whimper. You were so confused — so lost and tattered as more thoughts piled into your mind.

All too soon, the sound of your heartbeat began to pick up. Deciding to actually listen to Nea’s advice, you pause. No sound of movement is heard over the thumps of your heart — coast is clear. Jumping up from the field, you turn and book it, only to run straight into a body. 

Pink hair is falling out of a hood, knife poised and ready to strike. The faceless mask seemingly stares at you for a minute, their arm falling until the knife clutters from their hand. A sharp intake, and then the sound of your name, muttered softly from behind the mask.

A ground shaking noise is heard, the killer cursing and grabbing at their knife frantically as you make your escape. A blond is ushering people through a giant door, a bulletproof vest over his chest. His stern face drops at the sight of you, eyes widening as he watches you quicken your pace.

“Shit. Nea was right.” He follows behind you, putting his hands on your back as you pause. “Keep goin’, newbie. We’re almost home.”

Home. Home sounded so nice right now. You race into the shining light at the end of the hallway, ignoring your name as it’s called frantically behind you.

——♡——

The campfire in front of you was not home. There are too many names — too many new faces from either side of you. Nea is across the fire from you ; the man from before sat beside you. Leon is looking over you questioningly, blue eyes surveying your trembling hands and wide eyes.

“There’s not a new killer. So, why—”

“Not that we’ve seen.”

Laurie rolls her eyes, continuing as if she wasn’t just interrupted. “It doesn’t make any sense to just get a survivor, that’s all.”

An older man hums, also eyeing you. Despite the warmth of the fire in front of you, a cold chill has seeped into your being. You shiver and let out a breath — you swear you can see it fog up in front of you. “Could be late, the killer. Make us comfortable and off guard, only for a new killer to show up.”

“I,” you lick your lips. The campsite grows silent as they wait for you to speak. “The one before. Who was that?”

“They call themselves Legion.” Leon is the one who lets you know. He tilts his head, “four of ‘em, I think.” His eyes travel across you again, “seemed to know you.”

“What does that mean?” Laurie speaks up again. Her eyes narrow in your direction, focusing on the way you tense up. Her gaze flicks back to Leon, “it’s a little late for their survivor to appear.”

“Called out [name] as we were leaving.” He bites his lip, attention drifting across the fire before it’s back. Leon looks down, but watches you from the corner of his eye. “Wanted to talk to you desperately.” 

You shake your head before he can say anything else. You look to Laurie’s glaring figure then down as you clasp your hands together. “I don’t know anyone with pink hai—”

A giggle echoes in your mind, spiraling in your thoughts. Her face is so clear in your mind — perfectly structured and grinning as she giggles with three others. Just as quick as the thought comes, though, it vanishes.

As if it never happened.

Fog takes over Leon and Laurie, saving you from any further questions. A chill runs through you and you shrink in on yourself, arms wrapping around your torso helplessly. Mindless chatter is scattered around the campfire — it feels warm, safe here, but you miss the sight of home.

Nea plops down beside you with a huff, new fingerless gloves covering her hands. She tugs them farther up her wrist at your gaze, clenching her hands together as she tries to get used to them. “A gift. You get one if you perform well ; if you’re entertaining enough.”

“Newbie!” is called from across the campfire. The man has a heavy accent as he speaks, an arrogant grin on his face as he waves. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

That’s something you do remember Leon mentioning — the loss of memories. The longer you stayed, the foggier and more distant they became. You dreaded the day that would happen — your mind was scrambled enough.

You hum, picking at your nails nervously. Everyone’s attention is on you again — anxiety crawls up your throat. “A song. I was listening to music.”

A girl with golden hair grins, looking up from the guitar she's tuning. "What kind? I could try playing it for you."

Nodding, your eyes squint as you think of the song you remember hearing. It was so engrained in your mind — so planted into your memories that it was the one thing you could never forget. As you begin to hum quietly, Quentin perks up from across the fire. He lifts an eyebrow, "old school, huh?"

Kate nods along to the silent beat, trying her best to mimic the sound you make. She pauses, ear turned towards you as she continues. You stop abruptly and her eyes snap open. "That's all I remember."

"No words?" Nancy tilts her head.

You shrug, the corner of your mouth tilting up helplessly. "No words." Not yet, at least.

——♡——

Ghostface was your favorite killer. Which would sound strange in different circumstances — but dying daily, hourly, you were bound to get used to it eventually. He liked the chase — liked to skip and giggle and sing as he sauntered after you.

That's why you don't mind playing bait for him. He liked new survivors — only here for a few weeks [that you tried to keep up with] meant you still had newbie status. Currently, a game of hide and seek was occuring — you peeked from the side of a building when Ghostafce wasn't looking, and he'd lift up from behind the bush as he chose to giggle at you.

It made you smile — the way you could act silly in the middle of a murder spree.

Springwood always welcomed you at midnight, the moon and hazed streetlights your only source of light. As you tip-toe — Ghostie was on your trail, of course — the air swoops through. It sends a chill through you — like you're back in the snowy mountains of... somewhere.

A slam to your head sends you sprawling on the ground. Ghostface stops, his knife poised as you blink deliriously. Feng grimaces, "oops."

When your eyes blink open, you're staring at a mountain view. The tops are saturated with snow, hued a light blue and white. The door creaks open, a disgruntled figure coming into view. Their nose is scrunched as a steaming mug is headed your way.

"Here's your stupid hot cocoa."

"How stupid can it be when you have a cup, too?" You find yourself asking. Like this conversation was memorized — like this had all happened before. Your hands curl around the mug, cozying up in the bed you know isn't yours. "Why are you so grumpy today anyways?"

"Julie," they grumble. They huff, sitting beside you, as close as they could without causing a blush to form. "Won't leave me alone about new songs or her guitar or you."

Me? you want to say. But, you remember the answer you always got. 'She's sure we're soulmates — me and her. Doesn't want any of us to get hurt.'

Sweet and selfish — yeah, that was Julie.

You set your drink on the nightstand closest to you, warmed hands falling on their own. "Frank—"

Frank, your Frank. Frank, Frank, Frank. You remembered his name now — you wouldn't forget it again.

He sighs, laying his head on your shoulder. "It's me and you, I know it. It has to be."

"What if Julie's right, though?" You wrap your arm around his shoulers — you always liked being close to him, touching in the smallest bit when you could. "About us not being soulmates? We could have someone else out there."

"I don't want anyone but you."

A distraction. Frank always needed a distraction of some sort or else he'd get mad. When Frank got mad, he exploded. Something he was wokring on — something you helped him with. You jiggle your shoulder until he sits up. "Play me something."

His light beige acoustic guitar stands against the wall. Julie's lilac one is set on his desk, half of the strings missing. Another thing that points them at being perfect together — another thing that separates you. Frank sighs, his eyes pointing to the ceiling in annoyance. [He's too giddy to play for you, wanting your praise and your eyes on him only.]

Clearing his throat, Frank adjusts himself comfortably. You grab your mug, sipping on the chocolate now that it'd cooled down. His eyes narrow, “you tell anyone I sung this for you—”

“I won’t, promise!” You say it through laughter, but keep your promise regardless. The guitar strums and Franks hushed, soft voice drifts into the room. You sway in your seat, your eyes closing in comfort.

When they snap open, Ghostface is staring down at you once more. He tilts his head and you let out a gasp. "Words. I remember words."

As quickly as you can, you have Kate play the melody once more. You sing along as best as you can, the memories clearer than ever. Quentin yawns as he bops his head, the words leaving his mouth in mumbles. Leon hums your song as he works on generators, Meg speaking the words as she gets chased.

Soon, the entire camp is singing a song only you remember. And then Ghostface sings it one night while at the killer's camp.

His back is slammed into a tree, a smaller body pining him there. He raises his hands in innocence. A knife is held to his throat, "where did you hear that?"

He can't even squeak out your name before she's pulled off of him. Pink hair falls from a hood as Susie holds her friend back. Whispers of I told you! echo around the woods before they go silent.

Julie lets out a sigh, "let's hope Frank doesn't find out about this."

——♡——

The air is cold as the fog releases you from its grasp. You wish you had a thicker coat, wish you could sip on that stupid hot cocoa you keep thinking of. Quinten nods as he passes you, almost slipping from the icy ground. Your breath surrounds you in a fog as you tip-toe to a generator further away.

Steve kneels beside you to rewire the generator, huffing as his body wracks through a shiver. "Hate this place."

"I like it," you say absentmindedly. It was cold, of course, but something about the lodge in the distance seemed welcoming — familiar. Your mouth lifts into a smile, "could be cozy up there."

He snorts, "and be in the mercy of whatever Legion member is lurking? Be my guest."

Somehow, that's exactly where you find yourself. Crunching through the snow, you stare up at the barren walls. There should be paper there — pieces of ripped and weathered signs that scream missing on every inch. Signs that you stared at until your skin wrinkled and you forgot them again.

The fireplace crackles as you walk through the front door. Warmth should cover you, should comfort you, but the feeling of loss and dread crawls up your throat like nausea. You gulp — Steve was right, I shouldn't be here.

Yun-jin screams outside — she sounds close, but your feet are glued to the floor. Hurried steps crunch under the window closest to you — you only stare. Looking back is a picture of four people — five when you wipe away the dust. Staring back is a picture of you.

You don't acknowledge the tears that cloud up your eyes when the door creaks open. Heavy, booted feet inch closer to you achingly slow, your heartbeat picking up in fear. Quentin yells your name from the window and the footsteps pause.

Your body is jerked around, teary eyes facing your supposed killer of the day. The mask makes you jolt, the tattoos peeking through causing your tears to turn into sobs. The knife shakes in his hands before it falls to the floor, useless. His mask is ripped from his face, heaving breaths the only thing in the room.

As the world goes dark, your sobs grow louder.

Your head is in someone's lap as you slowly regain consciousness. You feel like you're floating — like the game you've been forced to play has been put on pause. Blinking your eyes open, you see Frank peering down at you. His eyes are rimmed red, a teardrop falling from the tip of his nose and to your cheek.

He lets out a shaky sigh, "I never wanted you to be here."

You swallow, your chest suddenly tight and your throat dry. "I thought of you," you say. Frank's chest heaves with a sob he doesn't allow to escape. "Every day. Every decade. You were the face I would dream of, but couldn't name."

Frank almost cradles you to his chest as he cries. You rub his back as well as you can, shushing him as he hiccups. When he releases you, he helps you sit up slowly. Finally face to face with him, all thoughts leave your mind. Your hand raises absentmindedly, tracing the scar you once memorized.

Frank lets out another sigh, trembling as you stare at him. "You shouldn't be here. You're too good for a place like this."

"Where are we, anyways?" Your eyebrows furrow as you take in your surroundings. Like the lodge, it's warm and familiar. You grow even more confused. "Your room? Why?"

"Dunno," he shrugs. You're gathered back into his hold, one hand settled between your shoulder blades. "Don't care."

The room around you seems to rumble at his words. You wince, meeting his eyes with a small grin. "Don't think we have long, Frank."

His shoulders sag at the sound of you saying his name. Laying his forehead on your shoulder, he takes in a deep breath. "I knew it — knew Julie was wrong. We are soulmates — we have to be."

You pull away from him briefly, lips pursed in thought. "And now you have to kill me."

"No." Frank is adament —sure in his statement. "Not you. Not ever."

The room rumbles again and you grin. "Guess she knows that, too."

——♡——

idk how satisfied i am w this one but after sitting in my drafts half done for a year, it’s finished !!

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[the-fox-writer]

Snowball Fight

This was written for @cerasus--flores and is a rewrite of my old work from late 2018.

tags: Susie(Legion) x gn!reader, just tooth rotting fluff!

You dove behind some broken pieces of wood, the pallets providing ample cover even as the cold bit into your cheeks from the wind. But it wasn’t just the wind and snow of Mount Ormond you needed protection from. A snowball whizzed by your head and you exhaled a soft laugh as you heard Susie call out.

“Stop hiding, coward!”

You poked your head over the pallets, looking around for the pink haired girl. You briefly saw a bright flash of her hair disappear behind a tree and you smirked, kneeling back down to gather some snow from the ground. You popped up once more, waiting for her to poke out from behind the tree.

Once she had, you threw the snowball at her, hitting her square in the chest. A soft ‘oof’ escaped the girl as she once more hid behind the tree. You bent down again, doing your best to quickly pack together another snowball. Before you could stand however, you heard the telltale crunch of snow under foot.

And then you were covered.

“Got you!”

Susie seemed proud of herself as you looked up at her, hair wet with the snow she’d dropped on your head from the other side of the pallets. You reeled your arm back, throwing the loosely packed snowball at her. She blinked several times, wiping her face on her hoodie sleeve.

You grinned when you saw her expression, the girl shaking her head at you, and soon, a laugh escaped her. She held her hand out over the broken wood and you took it, pulling yourself to your feet. Susie rounded the wood, her fingers interlacing with yours. “It’s cold.” You nodded towards the old abandoned lodge and she nodded, tugging you along.

Once inside, it took the girl little time to get the fire going, having done it a hundred times before for the others. She rested against the couch, shaking snow from her hair as you plopped on the seat beside her. “Are the others coming soon?” You questioned as you rested your head against her shoulder.

Susie hummed, pulling her pager from her pocket to check if she’d gotten any messages. But she shook her head, pocketing it once more. “I haven’t heard from them today.” She answered, pulling you back on the couch with her. You hummed, resting your head more on her chest instead.

The fire crackled before you, doing some to warm your cold skin. But it was her arm around you that brought the greatest sense of warmth. You closed your eyes momentarily, listening to the beat of her heart under your ear. Her fingers absentmindedly ran through your hair, an action soothing to her and you.

Some time passed and you could feel her gently rocking you awake. You blinked a couple of times, looking up at her face to see her looking down at you. “We should go back, you’re still freezing.” She smiled, rubbing her face against the top of your head affectionately.

“Ooh, wanna go back to my place and order pizza?”

“Mm.. Only if we can get pineapple.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to help your smile. “For you?” You sighed dramatically and she lifted her head to look at you. “For you I suppose I will order the pineapple pizza..” And she broke out in a big smile, one she was unable to stifle even as she pressed several kisses all over your face.

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Warning: angst ⚠️mentions of seggs and violence /⚠️ non consensual⚠️(Basically S. A and rpe )no romance in this. SUICIDE ⚠️Autor doesn't support s.a kink or rpe (from an s.a victim)⚠️

Pairing :legion x reader

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You we're the last survivor, all your teammates leaved you behind, as you see the gate in front of you the joy was quickly replace with fear when you saw Frank sitting casually there and playing with his knife .You we're surprised to see Frank in a new brand clothes than his dirty ones. He was wearing some military similar clothing with combat boots and an gas mask on his face. Trying careful not to make any noise to turn the other way an crow suddenly cawed making him look at up from his knife.

Not even thinking you ran without looking back, you knew that he probably was smirking under his mask and for your sake giving you an ahead. Breathing heavily you tried to find the other gate or maybe by luck the hatch.

To your prayers you found the gate and trying to open it, you again prayed that the sounds that the gate was making to stop looking every second behind your back.

You we're so close to open it... So close... But an hand in your hair yanked back on your back hard making your vision go blurry. You tried to get up, you've received an punch in your face, then an kick in your stomach. Your air goes out of your lungs, tears blurring your vision, your lungs screaming for more air but couldn't breath cuz of your badly broken nose. Now the fear and panic takes over adrenaline. Trying to cover your face with your hands and cover your vital organs with your legs up to your chest you forget that you have an mini skirt. Hyperventilating you noticed that he stopped his assault instead he was breathing heavily.

You got it right away, you didn't need another hint, trying to get up again you we're grabbed by your waist, kicking and punching the air you tried he only tighten his grip.

You tried to fight. You really tried. You got an advence when he was trying taking off your skirt, you took off his mask and thrust your acrylic nail in his left eye. You tought that the pain would distract him only and only for him to grab your ankle, lading on your stomach you looked back for the first time only to revive an hard punch right in your broken nose. You weren't surprised when you got knocked up by the punch, the first time you got saved by the adrenaline. The fear won't save you. The fear didn't either saved you when your drunk dad killed you with his beer bottle . You weren't surprised when you woke up sore down there and seeing him above you. You closed your eyes hoping that all will end, that the entity will have mercy and just kill you.

You hoped that the survivors will comfort you. They weren't surprised when you told them. They instead blamed you. They shamed you. They blamed you for seeking attention. They blamed you in every way possible. They cursed you in every way possible.

You we're lucky.

You found micheal myers at the lake.

He took your idea when you handed an small kitchen knife.

You closed your eyes. And waited .

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Comfort to all rpe and S. A victim no matter tt what it wasn't your fault <3

Idek what but I will write an fan fic with the noir from the welcome to the game

[mundoperla]

Could I get some hcs for killers with a gn scene survivor?

I'd love it if you would add Frank from the legion, Ji-woon, and the oni cause they're my absolute faves!!:D

(and any other killers you'd like to add cause I I absolutely ♥️ your hcs!!)

wishing all my scene baddies a blessed day yall are so cute ilysm <3

i also know very little abt the subculture itself so bear with me <\3

𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦! 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳 𝘚/𝘖.

• dbd killer(s) x g/n reader

— killer(s) included;; Frank Morrison, Ji-Woon Hak, Kazan Yamaoka

‼️warnings;; none!

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖔𝖓

༻ He thinks both you and your style are adorable!

༻ The bright colors of your outfits and/or hair make the dullness of the realm much nicer.

༻ Frank will listen to your music and enjoy a few songs, he’ll even put you on some of his own favorite bands in return. Think of it as some sort of bonding experience.

༻ He’s always trying to spot you dueing trials since it wasn’t hard, not just because we wants to know where you are but to also get a glimpse of the outfits you put together pre-trial.

༻ Occasionally will steal an arm warmer or a bracelet of yours to keep to himself. Will he wear it? Absolutely not but he’ll keep it tucked under his jacket for saftey <3

༻ Joey saw him wear one of your invader zim bracelets and Frank nearly went into cardiac arrest when it was mentioned

𝕵𝖎-𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖆𝖐—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

༻ Unapologetically steals your accessories and wears them despite your protests.

༻ Ji-Woon is quite literally obsessed with you and will ask you back to back questions about your style and it’s music.

༻ Takes inspo from your favorite bands/songs for a potential album but he wont tell you that.

༻ If he’s not stealing something of yours he’s offering you something of his! Ji-Woon is decked in bright luminescent colors and he isn’t going to let them collect dust.

༻ He’s enabling you to pile as much as possible for the purpose of being as flamboyant as possible, y’all are gonna be twinning ALWAYS

༻ Speaking of twinning — he’s always asking to dress you or for you to dress him.

༻ As stated earlier, he is obsessed with your subculture and wants to be involved 1000%.

༻ “ IDC IF YOU’RE GONNA BE REPAIRING GENERATORS THE WHOLE TIME PUT THE MATCHING GIR HAT ON‼️‼️‼️ “

𝕶𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖓 𝖄𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖔𝖐𝖆—𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖎

༻?????????? what

༻He doesn’t understand at all and he will not ask further questions.

༻ Yes he is very curious. No he will not vocalize anything, he’s too prideful to admit any type of confusion.

༻ The most you’ll get from Kazan is a slight turn of his head when he doesn’t understand your music. (be patient hes OLD)

༻Kazan wont pay attention to you but internally he finds you very very cute!

༻Yes your choices in fashion and music is very different from what he has seen and heard in his time, but it is also very pleasant to him.

༻ He wont vocalize this but he thinks you’re super cool wearing such bright colors. But what he adores the most is the way you do your hair.

༻ Dyed or not he loves the way you wear it, the additions of small clips here and there add to the aesthetic and he loves it.

[tiredmako]

Hi! I was wondering could we get either a Frank Morrison or Ghostface x reader story where they’re in a relationship and they find out either Frank/Danny got injected with Blights serum.

Reader is then worried about him and rushes to try help him recover from the serums pain? And maybe the other killers seeing that being shocked that a survivor is caring for a killer. If that makes sense and isn’t too much!

Thank you 🤍

⭒kisses for my killer ~ frank morrison⭒

woahhhh sorry this took like forever to right... my play that im in is coming up and ive been pretty busy with that, but tech week is next week so ill be extra busy then but after im free for like!!! ever but anyways 2nd tumblr fic! woohoo ALSO! i had to do a ton of research on blight lore but it was super confusing but i promise i tried my best.... sorry if shes not perfect ;( also not proofread

the woods surrounding the survivor's campfire were dark and lonely. it was an ideal place for some sort of horrible crime- a child to get snatched up, a murder, or in this case, a betrayal.

whenever y/n wandered into the woods in hopes of ending up in ormond, they had a heavy pit in their stomach. if they were caught by another survivor- or worse, ended up in the wrong realm, they were done for. other survivors were already beginning to get suspicious about why they were sneaking out so much, and the lie of 'looking for offerings' was beginning to fail as they often came back with little to show for their long disappearance. if the other survivors found out why they were gone for so long, y/n would never live through another trial. y/n would forever have to keep their dirty little secret. no, not that secret. not the 'i left you on hook because i couldn't get to you in time' while in reality they were just too scared type of secret. a secret dirtier then that.

frank morrison. y/n being romantically involved with frank morrison was their dirtiest secret. a survivor and a killer. somebody who would spend eternity killing, and somebody who would be a victim to it all. not exactly the best pairing.

despite the... not so good circumstances, they still found their ways to love each other in secret. whether it be frank giving them the hatch or y/n helping him recover from a frenzy, they knew that no matter how small their action was it meant worlds to the other. such as in their last trial- they were with susie. after she'd massacred y/n's friends, she allowed them to hop into the hatch without a scratch on their skin. y/n knew for a fact that frank had something to do with this, which is why they'd decided to risk visiting ormond to say thank you. what they didn't expect, was to see frank before they'd even wandered out of the gloomy woods.

"frank?!" they yelped as he stumbled towards them.  his mask was long gone, and a panicked look was etched onto his face."are you okay? what happened?" he was limping and tripping over his own feet- clearly not in the best shape. he practically collapsed on top of them, y/n doing their best to hold him up.

"that stupid.." frank coughed violently as y/n began to slowly rub his back. "the fucking freak. blight. he tried to..." he leaned into them, gasping for breath. "experiment on me, or something." he'd ran away from the blight as fast as he could, but obviously had some disadvantages.

"what was it?"

"i don't know!" frank snapped, hugging them tightly. "fuck." he breathed out heavily. "i... sorry."

"no, frank, i'm so sorry..." they murmured, squeezing him tightly. "i don't know what to say, god that's so horrible." they gently rocked him. "you don't have to worry, though. he's not here, he can't hurt you. where were julie, susie, and joey?"

"they were in their own trials!" he gripped onto the back of their shirt tightly, allowing y/n to sit them both on the ground. his body was draped over theirs as they peppered kisses along his cheek and neck in an attempt to comfort him.

"well, he's not here anymore, okay? he can't touch you, i won't let him. i'll... beat him up, or something."

"you? you'll beat him up?" frank snickered, slowly beginning to calm down in their arms.

"or something like that." they rested their chin on his shoulder as he relaxed against them. "either way, you don't have to worry about him. you have a little team of people who'll keep you safe, yeah?"

"yeah, guess i do." frank paused, thinking for a minute. he squeezed them a bit tighter as he quietly spoke- his voice nearly silent. barely above a whisper. "i love you."

y/n smiled. "i love you more, frank."

off in the distance, joey, susie, and julie were watching in surprise. they knew from frank that him and y/n were in some sort of relationship, but the last thing the three of them expected was for y/n to be this... sweet on him. frank was a ruthless killer, yet here he was being cuddled and cooed at by a survivor. it was shocking to say the least, but in a sweet way. seeing that two victims of the entity were able to still find a light in the entity's realm filled the other three with some sort of... hope.

a hope for something better.

like + reblog for kisses <3