#🔪❣️ • frank'ndweet

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Waiting in the woods, Frank turned his head the moment the sound of crunching leaves and branches reached his ears. He moves to lift his mask now to greet the other with a smile. "Hey." Walking over now he pulls Dwight into a kiss, soon squishing his face between his hands slightly.

"How's my sweet leader doing?"

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@leadxxr ye wish is my command uwu

One, two.... no, that wasn't all of them. One of four hasn't escaped... The trial won't end until they are all gone meaning.... "Dwight... the hell are you doing...?" Frank mutters under his breath, his mind on the one place he was sure to find the male as he made his way to the basement.

Right where he thought... and to see him trying to remain calm in a time like this...

Walking over, he scooped the survivor up in his arms. Walking out of the basement with him now. "So, you are just planning to wait it out by yourself? I told you I'd be fine getting punished." Sure, it wasn't good feeling to die but he still cared to not have her kill his boyfriend.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable, okay?" He won't force him to leave if he doesn't want to, but like hell was he going to let him be alone.

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The moment Dwight spoke up in retaliation Frank's breath caught in his throat. He could feel his own mind growing loud, demands to fall back into his old ways. Should he lash out like always? Just let it all go? He can't fix him… It almost feels like he… Was he wanting to?

Or was his own mind making him think that Dwight was giving up on him and wanting to cut it all off.

The mask hid his expression. His only form of hiding any form of weakness. But his breathing wasn't calm, it was easy to see that the usual scared leader's words struck something in him. Deep breaths as if to try and stay calm.

"…" He can't find his words in that moment. His jaw tensing as he felt sick. But he forces himself to move now, stepping closer, seeing as Dwight seemed to grow more fearful. He stopped, feeling a pain growing in him. "I…." What? What was he wanting to fucking say in that moment?

Of course he gives a shit about him. So much that he…

"I just… don't want you to.." Fuck, he hates how he can hear his voice break in that moment. He moves to be on his knees now, his head lowering as he moved his hands to take the mask off. But he couldn't look up to him. He was… scared. Scared on how he might look at him to see just how his words hit him. But he can see the tears that hit his mask.

He's so pathetic right now…

He closed his eyes, taking a breath.

"Please… I don't want you to walk out on me… not…. n-not like the rest." Please not like the others that gave him some sense of hope only to have it crushed. "Don't… don't give up on me like the rest… please, Dwight." Not when there seemed to be peace in this hellscape. Not when it felt like he can rest easy, to not feel like he had to be a certain way.

"I… it feels like if you walk out of here… that would be it. That I won't get to see you again aside from in trials… that you… y-you'd never want to bother with me again." He finally makes himself look up to him. He wasn't used to being so vulnerable, but he can't stay behind that mask. Not if it meant he'd lose that good, that bit of hope, that light that came into his life….

"Don't say… you can't fix me when it felt like there was a chance. When you put that bit of hope in me when you showed that you gave a damn… I don't… want to go back to how things were."

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@leadxxr,

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I HECKIN LOVE THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THANK YOU!!!

Happy Belated Birthday Alven! ( @froglesbi / @coolrpblog )

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I AM YELLING AT @leadxxr FOR STARTING THIS.

Anyways, ahem-

Dwight 100% not knowing of Frank suffering from insomnia for a good while because the times they spent the nights together Frank has been able to fall asleep without much issue. But Dwight later learned on it when Frank slept for almost a week due to how long he was awake.

Days when Frank can't sleep at all he will remain in the bed so Dwight can use him as a pillow, and he just enjoys the peace of it as well as just getting to see Dwight's sleeping face and getting to see just how peaceful he is in that moment. Not on edge or fearful. And knowing that despite him being a killer, Dwight is finding the safety and comfort in him to fall asleep in his arms just has him feeling a way.

If it's not the hook and a mori, Frank makes sure it's quick and painless as possible for Dwight. There would even be times where he will distract Dwight by kissing him and getting him hot and bothered before killing him, so it doesn't register right away and give something for them to both look forward to later.

Frank 10000% made Dwight a mixtape but hasn't given it to him yet because he's wondering if it's to his taste and thinks it might just be stupid and Dwight might not like it. But he will give it to him later on.

Dwight I'm sure having scolded Frank many times on his self-harming addiction, and it got to the point on seeing if he has done it recently every now and then. If Frank hasn't, he gets praised (which he won't admit at all that he is loving so much and is soaking that shit up-) But if he has then Frank gets an earful as Dwight puts some clean bandages on him.

Frank loves pulling on Dwight's tie just to see his face go red.

No one can tell me otherwise, but Frank daily gets poked at by Danny and Ji-woon of his relationship with Dwight and it at times turns into Frank fighting them.

LASTLY cause this just came to mind and it's downright a cute af hc- Frank will whisper sweet nothings in French to Dwight as he sleeps and if Dwight happens to hear him and ask him what he's saying Frank will say he was sleep-talking to avoid explaining anything.

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“I’m worried about you.” ( for frankie hueh)

Again, he feels taken aback by the survivor's words. Worried? About him? Was it because he told him what happens when he doesn't play the Entity's game? He's unsure. But he thinks now.

"Thanks... can't say I'm okay but.... I'm managing. Though, aren't we all with this place?" He moves his mask to where it rests atop his head now as he looks to him. "... Mind being my pillow again tonight? Honestly, I fall asleep easier listening to your heartbeat."

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"who needs friends? i have you." (for frank sOBB)

The look that was on Frank's was one of genuine surprise. Why..? Why would ANYONE rather him over friends? Sure, he can be charismatic but even then, those that enjoyed him were never stuck with him almost every day like those that took him in before sending him back to foster care.

"I... I really hope you don't regret those words in time..." He mutters. I don't want to keep going through the cycle.

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Look at me, look me in the eyes Forget yourself, surrender your mind

Right now, you're mine All mine Give in, you're mine All mine

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❛  i'm going to come if you keep doing that.  ❜ (fRANK BC I'M FERAL RN )

Frank paused on what he heard from Dwight. Gaze flicking up now.

Pulling his head back he pants as a string of drool seemed to still have the connection from him and the other's manhood that was originally down his throat. Licking his lips slowly a smile came to his face. "Then cum.. Let me taste more of you Dwight."

That was all he had to tell him as he takes his cock into his mouth again. Eyes closing as his head bobs once more along his length, slurping along his shaft as if to show how hungry he was to feel his seed hit his tongue. A moan rumbles in his throat as he looks up at him. Give him what he wants leader, he's been good right now hasn't he? Doesn't he deserve a treat?

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“I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not ever.” ( for frankie hehe )

He has to fight the doubts away. He needs to fight them away. For someone that was told similar things many times only for it to be only lies... It became impossible to believe but...

"I'll keep you to your word then." Frank replies finally, a softness hidden in the tone. Please don't be like the rest....

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❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ (for frankie <3 )

"Oh, sorry babe. I'll be sure to not leave ONE on you then." The leader of the Legion says in a purr before biting down on the survivor's neck, and then again at the crook of his neck. Sure, he won't leave one mark on the other.

But he'll sure as hell heave many marks on him. People need to know he's been CLAIMED after all.

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"I . . . I did this --?" (very beginning of killer!dwight's alternate corruption arc w/ killer!frank? where dweet goes into a frenzy and kills people in a trial but loses the time so he doesn't really remember doing it??)

"That you did.... hell, beat me to the punch with things here Dwight." Frank chuckles behind the male, as he moves closer, he runs his hands along the other male's arms as he rests his head on the blood-soaked survivor. "They must have done something to really make you snap... usually I'd be the one to deal with them for you but hey, got to say what I witnessed was fucking hot...." He purred as he moved his mask now to kiss the other's neck.

"Tell me... how did it feel this time? If I remember correctly, you felt like shit when I made you kill me in one trial..... so, is it still the same feeling or is there more to this?"

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"Missed you too." Frank tells him with a soft smile. Now looking him over, Frank eyes him now. "You doin' good?" Was he pushing himself? One wouldn't think Frank was one to show concern, but there he was. The leader of the Legion, wanting to be sure a survivor of all people was okay."

"Want to go to Ormond and relax on the bed?"

The woods were one of the few places Dwight could escape to rendezvous with Frank away from prying eyes. They had a familiar meeting spot, and every time he would venture farther than the glow of the campfire reached, his heart would race at the thought of seeing him again, despite any dormant conflict that still lingered at his core.

"Hey," he returns, an instinctual flush tickling his cheeks as the kiss parts. Rarely did Dwight smile . . . but Frank brought it out in him. "I, uh . . . missed you, actually, ha . . ."

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"I do… I know I'm terrible at showing or expressing it, but I do Dwight." It was why he was so desperate for him not to leave, to have him stay there despite the argument. It was why he felt his heart ache when the other looked scared of him, how his voice trembled when talking back as if it was wrong of him to do so.

He didn't want Dwight to be like that with him. He wanted him safe, happy.

He blinks to his words. "No one…?" What was wrong with people? Maybe they're blind. "Guess I'm lucky to get to be the first to tell you then." Frank says now with a soft chuckle as he looks to him. But what the nervous leader says next silences Frank.

"I can say the same, I would and have died for you too… I do think that's what it is… though there's this need in me too… A need to make a difference." He wants Dwight to know he's serious on those feelings for him. He squeezes his hands. "I would throw it all away for you. Stop this cycle, throw the mask and blade away…" Would the others follow him? They always seemed willing to but… what if they don't? He would only have Dwight then.

And he was okay with that.

Those three words struck the survivor to his very core. They stalled him, leaving him somewhat breathless as he looked on the vulnerable killer . . . and saw something so much more than that. Frank had become an extremely important part of what remained of his life in the Fog. He knew he'd be more than willing to give Dwight his favor in every trial now . . . but his empathetic sense of anxiety for what punishment might await the Legion's leader often got the best of him. He'd even once stayed as the bloody cracks consumed the terrain, walking slowly down the basement steps, sitting with his legs crossed and focusing on his breathing . . . almost like meditation; a preparation for the cruel piercing talons of the Entity taking things into her own hands . . . He would die for Frank, and he'd already proved that on more than one occasion. Did that make the pain hurt any less? Maybe not . . . but it did provide him with some sense of chivalry . . . devotion, even . . . love for Frank and his tragic soul and hatred for what inevitable fate awaited him should he disobey the rules of the Entity's wicked game.

His eyes had reopened, glistening with emotion, as the uncannily soft touch of the seasoned killer took hold of his own. All he can do in this moment is stare, heart beating so fast it threatens to burst from his chest. His cheeks adopt their signature flush of crimson and he finds his fingers lacing with Frank's.

"You . . . you love me . . . ?" Was he really hearing that correctly? Did that just . . . slip out on accident? Could Frank really be as desperate for human touch, affection, and love like Dwight was? The thought alone stalls his breath for a fleeting moment, a tight energy sitting in his core, the kind that gave you goosebumps. "N- no one's . . . uh . . . no one's ever . . . said that to me before . . ."

Dwight almost feels bad for not acknowledging the rest of Frank's speech . . . about his mistakes and his faults and various shortcomings in life before the Fog., but Frank's final words sent him in a contemplative spiral. "I'm . . . I'm not going anywhere. N- not . . . not of my own volition, anyways . . ." Dwight swallows thickly the nerves rising in his throat as he processes his next words, as if spell checking them on a piece of paper. "I . . . I would die for you . . . I have died for you. And I know . . . I know you don't like it, but . . . I'd do it again in a heartbeat . . . Is that what love is? That tight feeling in your chest that makes you want to drop everything if it means sparing someone even an ounce of pain ??"

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He gently wiped the tears from his face. Giving a nod to him. "Yea, she won't punish me." Frank speaks gently to him. Leaning to rest his forehead against Dwight's now. "Just come to me every trial we're in together, okay? That would be better than being alone and you know it."

Cupping his face, Frank pressed a few more kisses to his face. "Now, please.... I don't want to see you so sad..."

The silent tears never disappear entirely. He chokes back no sobs, merely focuses still on his breathing as if it were the only thing keeping him from acknowledging just what he was originally attempting to do.

The fiery faults that threaten to shatter the terrain beneath them sizzle in Dwight's ear like a foreboding lullaby as he allows his head to fall limply against Frank's chest. Blinking out a few more emotional streams down his cheeks, he draws in and exhales a deep breath as soft lips graze his temple. Then the words to follow would leave him breathless and frozen, a new conflict in him arising that he simply can't put his finger on. Somehow, the concept of being euthanized like a sick dog versus horrifically impaled by the Entity's greedy talons turns his heart to lead.

" . . . . . . . and, if - if I agree . . ." he speaks lowly as glistening eyes trace over those that bore a deep preemptive grief. "She . . . or . . whatever it is . . . won't make you . . ." Suffer? the word he's looking for is unable to verbalize as the smallest of hitches threatens to make his tone tremble. Regardless, the returning depth of Dwight's stare communicates exactly what he meant.