#legion frank x julie

[haysprite]

They're literally partners in crime, you guys !!!

[rootsofdread]

Hey there! I just found out your blog and im loving it!

I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of all members of The Legion x Reader (fluffly and romantic), where the reader, shy and oblivious, is new to the fog and mistakes the members for survivors. Maybe they get suprised and "adopt" the reader as the new member.

thank you so much!!! 🫶🫶

Frank Morrison, Julie Kostenko, Susie Lavoie, and Joey / The Legion:

The four of them were standing around chatting when you approached them out of the blue. Frank noticed you first, and even through his mask, you and the other members could tell he was confused. He wasn't sure why a survivor -- much less one none of them recognized -- would just come up to them.

You quietly explained you didn't know where you were and they are the first people you've seen that don't seem to want to kill you, and can one of them please show you around? You watched them all exchange looks with one another and whisper. You worried for a moment that maybe you'd offended them somehow, but Susie reached over, took your hand, and pulled you into their circle, Julie and Frank promised to show you around.

After this, they always seemed to seek you out. Sometimes it even seemed like they'd sent one member out to go find you and bring you to the group so you could all hang out. It made you feel important, having a group of people that wanted to help you fit in here, spending your nights talking and laughing together.

At least one of them always accompanies you while you're walking around. Frank tends to use the time to give you advice with his arm around your shoulder, Joey seems to like playing "bodyguard," walking ahead of you and stiff-arming anyone who tries to give you a hard time. Julie comes across as just enjoying spending time with you, she's usually quiet, but likes sticking by your side, and Susie just loves having someone to hold hands and gossip or swap stories with.

You grew much closer with them over time, spending nearly every moment outside of trials with them, chatting, joking around, cuddling up to each other. So it wasn't much of a surprise when all four of them said they wanted to talk to you about something...and presented you with your very own personalized mask. Now, it would be official, and everyone would be able to know -- you were one of theirs.

[dilophosauridae248]

Danny: "Bye kids! I'm off to do some shady shit! Enjoy the dinner I made! (With love btw...)"

Frank: "Are these fuckin' dinosaur chicken nuggets?"

Frank: "Dude, this is bullshit! We're adults! We aren't going to eat this-"

Susie: "We're not?!"

Frank: "..."

Susie: "Frank, make sure to eat the head first so that nugget doesn't feel you eat it!"

Frank: starts eating them backwards on purpose.

Susie: "FRANK NO!!!"

This is kinda lazy but I had to get the idea out. Danny can't cook, there ain't no way.

[pink-key]

Can you draw Legion with yn ?^^ "^" plssss ... i love to Player Legion und you drwa Ghostface soooo good ^^ <3

If you get one, you get the other 3 as a bonus

Also thank you!

[theres-a-body-here]

I Luv Halloween

Frank Morrison x Reader

Can anyone recognize the reference?

The cold air bit at your nose as you leaned on the picket fence belonging to Frank's place. You swirled a lollipop in your mouth as you waited for Frank. You played with the strings on your hoodie. A red hoodie with horns, your makeshift devil costume for tonight.

He sure was taking his time getting ready. The sun was already setting and you wanted an early start. You rub your shoulders absentmindedly. Ormond was pretty freezing this time of year; however, that doesn't mean squat to the kids who would stop at nothing for some candy. Some real sugar fiends.

You turned your head when you heard footsteps. Frank walked towards you in his legion mask and hoodie. Risky, but you doubt anyone would notice in a sea of other costumed kids. He stopped in front of you and looked around. "Where are the others?"

You took the lollipop out of your mouth. "Joey's sick with aids or some shit, and Jules and Susie are off scissoring each other."

Frank lets out a long playful groan. "So I'm stuck with you for tonight?"

"Ouch," you say in a deadpan voice. You raise your hand to show off your pumpkin-shaped pail. "Where's your candy bucket?"

Frank rolls his eyes before taking a paper bag from his jacket pocket. He holds it up so you can see inside; there's nothing but crinkling noise coming from within.

"Here's my candy bucket." He said quite proudly. "Now, let's get going already!"

You nod and start walking toward the first house, with Frank keeping pace beside you. "let's see if old Ms. Richards has anything good," you suggest as you see her house up ahead. Frank gives you a nod in agreement. You toss your lollipop away, expecting something better to replace it.

As You approach her house, You notice she doesn't have any Halloween decorations outside. It makes you wonder why someone wouldn't want to join in on all the fun. You and Frank walk up to her porch and ring the bell. After waiting for a few moments, no one answers.

"Seriously?" groaned Frank as he shifted impatiently.

Before you can ring the door bell again she opens the door. The old crone adjusts her glasses as she scans the two of you over, holding a bowl of....oh god.

"Trick or treat..." you and frank say in a bored tone.

She gives the both of you an apple before slamming the door in your faces.

Rude rotting bitch.

You wait until you're back on the sidewalk to start complaining.

Frank looks disappointed with the first haul. "An apple? Seriously? That's just fucking stupid."

"Did you see the look she gave us? Maybe she thinks we're getting too old for Halloween," You muse as you inspect the apple in your hand. It's a Red Delicious. The old hag couldn't even bother to get the good stuff, like a Fuji or something.

Frank rolls his eyes. "We're barely nineteen! Besides, I still love dressing up like a psycho killer every year."

He lifts his mask up a bit to take a bite out of his apple. You see his lips curl into disgust before spitting it back out immediately. "Ugh, these things taste gross."

"Maybe Ms. Richards needs a trick to set her straight," You suggest casually as you put the apple into your pail.

"What did you have in mind?" Frank asks curiously while tossing his apple over his shoulder and into some bushes behind him.

"Just follow me," you reply as you turn to walk down the street. Frank follows closely behind you, his curiosity piqued by whatever plan you might have cooked up.

Together, you make your way through town. Frank begins to recognize the path as he remembers you live around this part of town. It's confirmed when he sees your house down the street.

You stop in front of your house and walk up to your door to open it, motioning for frank to follow you inside. Frank hesitantly enters your home, looking around suspiciously. He notices how tidy everything is compared to his own messy abode.

"Alright, what's this big plan of yours?" He impatiently asks once you close the door behind him.

"Wait at the table," You point at your kitchen counter as you head to the bathroom. Frank waits as he hears you open cabinets. He glances around to take in your decor.

You come out of the bathroom with a box of razor blades and sit at table with him. You take out the apple from your pail.

"Watch and learn from a master," you say, smiling as you open the box and begin to carefully push razor after razor into the apple's flesh.

Frank watches intently as you stuff more than five razors into the fruit. His face twists into pride under his mask when you finish and hold it up triumphantly. It looks normal and unsuspecting enough.

"Shit, you really went all out on this thing..." Frank comments.

"What a beauty. Some of my best work to be honest," you declare as you put the apple back into your plastic pail.

"Well done," Frank congratulates you. "But now comes the tricky part – actually giving it back to her without getting caught."

You smirk. "It's not for her," you reveal as make your way out your front door, waiting for frank to follow.

Frank raises an eyebrow but goes along with you anyway after locking the door behind him. Once outside, he realizes you aren't heading towards Ms. Richard's house anymore. Instead, you seem to be going in the opposite direction entirely.

"Hang on, where are we going?" he asks curiously.

"That bakery near Elm street, where all the pigs hang out at," you say nonchalantly as you keep walking.

"Oh, right...that place." Frank remembers seeing several police officers frequent that particular establishment during their nightly patrols. Nodding to himself, he continues following you.

Together, you arrive at the bakery just as a group of officers enter the shop themselves. They exchange friendly greetings with the owner before ordering various pastries and treats.

"Wait out here, most of these uniforms have your case worker on speed dial," you say chuckling.

Frank grumbles something under his breath about crooked cops but agrees to stay outside. Meanwhile, you confidently march into the bakery and walk up to the counter. The owner recognizes you and waves hello while setting down menus for everyone else.

You put on your best smile. "Trick or treat!" you exclaim as you hold the plastic pail out.

The owner smiles warmly and begins filling your pail with some candy from a bowl she has placed to her side. After she goes back to taking orders at a different table. While she works, you glance over at the officers who are busy chatting amongst themselves and paying no attention to you whatsoever.

You walk up to the table of cops and smile. "having a nice night officers?" you ask, trying to sound as polite and bootlicking as possible.

One officer turns to address you directly. "Yes, we've had a quiet evening thus far. How about yourself?"

You fake a sigh and a look of disappointment. "Not good. This Halloween is already starting out pretty bad," you lament, pulling out the seemingly normal apple from your candy bucket. "That cheap Ms. Richards, always giving out apples year after year."

The officer chuckles. "Ah yes, we know her pretty well ourselves. Always keeping tabs on those pesky teens causing trouble. We get a call from her every day about kids running around her yard."

"Well I don't want this. Do any of you want it?" You remark casually as you hold the apple out to the table of cops. "It'd be a shame to waste a perfectly good fruit."

At first, none of them seem interested in accepting your gift. But then one of them glances over to his coworkers and shrugs. "Sure, why not? Give it 'ere." he says as he holds his hand out.

You gently drop the apple into his open palm as you say a polite goodbye before walking out and standing next to frank. You nudge his side and motion for him to watch. You can barely hold in your smile as you see the cop bring the razor filled apple to his mouth.

As soon as the officer takes a large bite, his expression immediately changes to pained horror. Blood starts pouring out of his mouth as he drops the fruit onto the floor and grabs at his throat in pain. Everyone else in the bakery jumps up and rushes over to help him, including the remaining officers, screaming and yelling as they call for help.

"Wicked," Frank says as he lets out a low whistle.

"Alright, let's head back and watch shit unfold," you say as you grab his hand before pulling him along. He gives your hand a squeeze as he follows you.

You and Frank stood side by side within the crowd that had formed around Ms. Richards's house as the police broke her door down and stormed her house.

Frank chuckles under his breath. "Damn, she's really taking the fall for this one."

The two of you watch silently as the police lead Mrs. Richards away in handcuffs, protesting her innocence all the while. It seems they believe her story about not knowing anything about the incident involving the deadly apple.

You and Frank watch as the car drives away with the old hag in the backseat.

"Well now I'm bored," you sigh as you look at your wristwatch. "And it's late. Houses are already starting to turn their lights off."

Frank glances around, noticing houses have in fact begun putting out their lanterns and lights. "Looks like we'd better call it quits for tonight then. Wanna head back to my place?"

"Are your fosters home?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Frank snorts derisively. "No, thank god. They're probably passed out drunk somewhere."

"Alright, but first let's get some candy from the store," you suggest, not wanting this night to be a total waste.

"Fine by me." Frank replies. Together, the two of you leave the scene and make your way to the local convenience store. Franks take off his mask and stuffs it into his hoodie before entering the store.

Once inside, you grab a couple of large bags of assorted candies and approach the register. As expected, most people have gone home for the night, so there's only one clerk working tonight. She rings up your purchase quickly and hands you a receipt without saying a word.

As you step outside, you notice that the streets are eerily quiet. Most houses have shut off their porch lights, signaling an end to trick or treating festivities. Feeling satisfied with your loot, you hold Frank's hand and begin walking back towards his place.

"Hey frank," you whisper as a few giddy chuckles leave your lips.

"Hmm?" Frank asks absentmindedly, distracted with thoughts of devouring candy with you at home.

You reach into your pocket to show him you shoplifted some condoms and lube. Your lips curve into a sly smirk.

Frank's eyes widen in surprise before turning into a mischievous grin. "Is that so? Well then, I guess we're having sugar fueled sex tonight."

"It's gonna be a real frenzy," you retort.

He laughs before gripping your hand tighter and pulls you along as he picks up the pace.

It seems that this Halloween night won't be as bad as you first thought it to be.

[deadbydangit]

Could I request the legion with a reader who does crochet and offer them something they made please?

I believe I can do that. Please enjoy.

With a reader who likes to crochet gifts for them: Legion (Frank, Julie, Susie, Joey)

"Wait, you made this for me?"

Frank will start tearing up a bit.

He's never had somebody make him a gift before.

He's never really received a gift before.

"No! I'm not crying! I got something in my eye!"

He'll try and act like a macho man about it.

But he's actually really grateful.

Intern, he'll try and find something for you.

Something randomly found at a trial.

Something that made him think of you.

"Hey, that's pretty cute."

Julie isn't super loud about her praise.

But she does love whatever it is.

Especially if it's an accessory.

And she'll wear whatever it is out.

A scarf? A hat?

She'll wear it.

She'll wear it proudly.

And if anyone dares say anything bad about it?

"What did you just say? Did you say this looked ugly? I'll make you look ugly when I smash your fucking face in you fucking jackass!"

And she will attack and hurt them.

Hey, she's defending your honor.

"OMG, THAT'S SO CUTE!"

Unlike julie, Susie is very loud about her praise.

Like, really loud.

So loud the whole house could hear her.

And she's squealing over the little crafty made her.

She'll be jumping up and down and showing it off to everyone who will look.

"Yeah, s/o made it for me. Isn't it just adorable?"

She'll brag about it so much that everyone's going to start getting annoyed.

But they also don't have the heart to tell her to stop.

Oh, and you better believe she's going to want you to teach her.

"Then we can make cute things together!"

Joey is kind of a combination of all three.

He may act all nonchalant about it.

He'll Pat your head and thank you.

But on the inside, he's gushing.

Screaming in his head.

"Oh my God, this is so amazing. And they made it for me? I don't have anything for them! Why don't I have anything for them?"

And he's going to search high and low to find something.

Something worthy.

And if anybody says anything bad about it?

"Ha! Dumbass, you're just jealous because I have this bitchin' hat and you've got nothing."

Everything you make for them is put on clear display or worn frequently.

They want everyone to know how amazing you are.

[smol-dragon]

Snow Laden Tragedies

The Legion/Reader , Frank Morrison/Reader , Joey/Reader , Susie/Reader , Julie/Reader , F.J.S.J/Reader Chapter 1 of ?? Word Count: 2,580 words Chapter Warnings: Violence against reader Summary:

All you could do was run. You don't know how you got to this place or why there are suddenly murderers on your heel, but you can do nothing but run as you fight for your life to survive. It's unfortunate, really, that your circumstances are so odd, an oddity that doesn't go unnoticed by a certain group of killers. New toys are always fun and you're the shiniest one yet.

Cross posted on AO3

You didn't know how this started, how you got here, but all you knew was that you had to run.

Your heart felt as if it wanted to burst out of your chest, the thundering roar of blood pumping through your veins making it hard to hear your pursuer; but you knew he was there. You had watched as he struck down another woman from afar, tearing into her flesh with his blade. Her screams had echoed in the forest as her blood sullied pristine snow, the display being all that you needed to know you were in danger. This man would do the same to you if you didn't get away, you had to run.

In your haste you nearly fell, your sneakers now a detriment on the slick snow beneath you. You stumbled, but after a few botched steps you managed to regain your balance. You had almost let out a sigh of relief, but the sounds of steps quickly approaching made you realize your mistake. He had finished off whoever it was he was previously preoccupied with, leaving you as a final witness; a final victim. Without sparing a second thought, you took off into the woods.

Flecks of snow pelted your face as your lungs burned, trying to make sense of the world around you as it passed by in a blur. Nothing about this place was familiar. Hell, it wasn’t even snowing where you were just an hour ago, yet you now found yourself in a tundra? It was confusing to say the least, but you didn’t have time to consider the possibilities; not while being chased. Your heart hammered in your chest from exertion as you dared to look back, a mistake that had your blood running cold.

He had gotten closer, so much so that you could actually make out the finer details of his appearance. The mask you saw was worn down, a crudely drawn smiley face leering back at you and hiding whatever expression the maniac had underneath. You couldn’t even see his eyes through the holes, the entire thing was designed to successfully hide his identity. Everything else about him seemed normal, if not for the new and old bloodstains that littered his clothes. The glint of metal in his hand made you look towards his knife, one you were now realizing was being raised above his head. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw him push himself to seemingly his own limits, gaining speed as he barreled after you.

At this rate, you wouldn’t stand a chance. You returned your focus to the world ahead of you and willed your legs to work harder, teeth gritting as you could hear his irregular breathing like he was right at your heels. He probably was, but you didn’t dare turn around to check. Your only confirmation was the feeling of wind grazing your back, a strike that barely missed. Almost immediately after would sounds of pain leave the masked man, his footsteps briefly slowing. You weren’t sure what just happened, but you��d happily accept the gained distance without question and use it to your advantage.

You pushed yourself further, deeper into the snow laden terrain, the lack of landmarks or anything substantial concerning you. You didn’t know where you were, how you ended up in this place, or if you were even heading towards anything that could help you. For all you knew, you were just heading deeper into seclusion and cementing your fate. It was a thought that gnawed at the back of your psyche as you veered around conifers and other pines, but you were determined to try and live regardless. You’d run for as long as you had to, as long as you could until you dropped and couldn’t run anymore. 

But, it would seem fate was some-what kind to you.

Barely hidden in the endless haze of white would the outline of something solid and far more man-made catch your attention; a small building amongst the snow. It didn’t look inhabited, perhaps one of those old camping checkpoints for people out in the wilderness, but you didn’t care. A building meant there was a door and maybe, just maybe, a chance to buy yourself enough time to catch your breath.

You practically jumped up the stairs, skipping steps, as you rushed to the door. You could hear the heavy steps of your would-be attacker behind you as you slammed the door shut, quickly pushing the lock into place before a fit of coughs overcame you. Barely a few seconds would pass before something (or in this case, someone) collided with the door, rattling the wood on its hinges. You flinched from the sound of the impact, backing away from the door as the man battered at your only divider. He persisted for s few moments, but eventually all would fall silent.

You knew he was still out there, possibly waiting, but it seemed for the time being he had stopped. You weren’t sure why his assault had paused, but you would use the moment of respite to catch your breath and try to think of a plan. The interior proved far more useless than you would've liked, only fitted with a few pieces of furniture and an old wood burner, nothing that could help you evade the man just outside the door. The only thing that could even count as useful was a window on the opposite side of the building, but you didn't know whether or not such a plan would work. Surely he'd hear you the moment your feet touched snow, so how would you-?

A loud bang caused you to jump, eyes widening as you snapped your attention to its source. He had started to hit the door again, however this time with far more force; he was trying to break it down.

"Shit-" You swore under your breath, reanimating and rushing towards the window. You tugged it upwards harshly, hissing in pain as you were met with stark resistance. It was locked and, from the looks of it, the latch that kept it shut had jammed long ago. You were stuck and there was no means to escape, at least, not without some work.

"Fuck!"

The banging had increased in volume, the masked man's labored breathing audible through the cracks he had managed to produce. You were running out of time, so you did the only thing you could think of. Grabbing a nearby chair, you lifted it over your head and hit it against the glass with all of your might, yelping as the wooden object bounced off. The shock of the impact went straight to your arms, but it didn't deter you. Either you managed to break this window and slip through, or you'd die a horrible death.

You swung once, twice, thrice more until there was finally give, the old window shattering and spilling fragments down onto the snow below. You didn't waste any time the moment the window was clear, ignoring the shards that dug into your clothes and skin as you pushed yourself out the opening. You landed in the snow below unceremoniously, crying out in pain as a larger fragment dug into your side; but it wasn't enough to keep you from being able to move. No, you stood relatively quickly, your adrenaline muting your pain as you pushed yourself to your feet.

The door inside of the house would finally splinter and give, the sounds of it breaking filling you with urgency. The masked maniac would figure out your means of escape soon and if you didn’t get moving you’d lose the opportunity. A shiver ran down your spine as you once again forced yourself into motion, only pausing briefly as you looked at some of the splintered glass. A means to defend yourself wouldn’t hurt, right? Without a second though you grabbed the largest shard you could fit in your palm before taking off, holding your make-shift weapon firmly as you left behind the only structure you had seen for some time. You could tell by the distant shouting that he had figured out your plan, but by then you had already ran into the white haze; he’d only be able to follow you by your tracks now.

It at least gave you a slight advantage, but one you knew wouldn’t last if you slowed down. It didn’t matter that the cold was slowly seeping into your bones, causing your muscles to spasm perpetually. It didn’t matter that your fingers and toes were going numb, you had to keep moving. He would catch you if you stopped and you feared what he would do over the looming threat of hypothermia. At least, that was what you told yourself as you continued into the woods. 

And continue you would, running until you could no more, until you were forced to a slow trudge. The snow had not stopped falling since this entire ordeal began and the effects of it were starting to get to you. The cold had long since consumed your body- you couldn’t even feel your hands or feet anymore. Your limbs were growing tired, both from exertion and from the freezing temps stiffening your joints, but you couldn’t stop. If you stopped, he’d catch you. If you stopped, the cold would consume you. You had to keep moving, you had to-

Something would catch your foot and bring you tumbling forwards, falling onto the ground with a groan. You’d look back to see the offending object, only to realize it was a root. A tree root that was slightly jutted out of the ground, masked by the layers of fresh and fluffy snow. It was almost ironic that something so cliche would be the cause of your downfall, but as you tried to push yourself back up you found that you couldn’t . No matter how much you tried, your arms and legs would not work. They were too tired, too slow; your previous actions were starting to catch up with you at the worst possible time. This was it, surely, this was the end.

You let out a slow, shuddering breath as you screwed your eyes shut, trying to fight the urge to cry if only to prevent your eyes from potentially being frozen shut. Out of all the ways you could’ve died, alone in the snow was definitely up there for one of the worst. Maybe you should’ve let that deranged killer catch you. It was a thought that would echo in your mind as you stared off into the forest, so sure that you would see nothing amongst the bland white.

And then you saw him.

The masked man, his form barely visible, was stalking closer with the same murderous intent he had before. Your mind screamed at you to run, but you could barely even get your fingers to cooperate with you, much less your legs. You just had to wish for a different death, didn’t you? There was nothing you could do as you watched him approach, almost certain he was looking directly at you. It wasn’t until he was a few paces away did you realize he hadn’t seen you, didn’t even know you were there until he was basically right on top of you.

Your presence on the ground seemingly surprised him, as he stopped rather suddenly. Apparently, he hadn’t accounted for you to just be on the ground, helpless. You watched as the masked man remained motionless, staring at you as if to see if this was a trick. Sure, you still had the glass in your hands, but it wouldn’t do you much good in this position. At best you could piss him off, but you weren’t really sure if you wanted to do that. Finally he would move, stepping closer and finally speaking.

“You fucking fell ?” He spoke in disbelief, the annoyance dripping from his tone. You weren’t sure why, but it wasn’t as if you could ask or respond; you were just so goddamn cold . Your lack of response only served to irritate him further, as he let out a frustrated groan and kicked at your side. You winced, making a weak noise of pain, but didn’t move beyond that. 

“Jesus Christ, you’re fucking pathetic.” The knife that he had previously brandished would hang limp in his grasp as he crouched, using the blade’s tip to poke and prod at you. Each pin-prick was barely felt, some not felt at all even when he pressed the blade into your skin, your nerves long since numbed from the temperature. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you could tell he was watching the small droplets of blood bubble from his handiwork, almost intently observing them. Whatever was going on through his head, though, didn’t pull him away from reality long, as his head tilted up to look at you.

“You can’t feel any of this, can you.” He spoke bluntly, monotonous and disappointed at the mere prospect that you weren’t in pain. Maybe the cold was serving to your benefit after all. You nodded your head slightly to answer, earning you a noise in frustration from the other before he stood and kicked at the ground. “Mother fucker! Of course you fucking can’t. Piece of shit- you just had to run, didn’t you?” He paced momentarily in a circle as he vented his frustrations to you, a prospect you found odd but could do nothing to stop. He would eventually turn back to you, spinning on his heels and pointing his knife at you in an almost accusatory manner. “All your stupid friends died like they were supposed to, even screamed like little bitches , but you just had to run.” He once again closed the distance, standing over you before snatching you up by the collar of your shirt. You made a sound of protest, shaking hands moving to grip at the hand that grabbed you, only to find he had once again stopped. 

You tried your best to balance yourself as he had his moment, one which didn’t last very long as his other hand raised to grab your wrist. You were confused, but seemingly so was he, a fact you couldn’t wrap your head around.

“You’re cold?” He sounded dumbfounded, as if the both of you weren’t in the middle of a snowstorm. “How the fuck…” His words trailed off, staring at your wrist as if it offended him before turning his attention back to his face. It seemed whatever plans he originally had detoured, as he immediately released you back into the snow. The back of your head had barely made contact with the ground when you looked up to see him holding his knife awkwardly, the butt end of it pointed towards you rather than the blade. And immediately, did that butt end come down and collide with the side of your skull. The first hit did nothing but jar you, a cry of pain escaping you as you tried to recoil away. The masked man’s free hand moved to press against your neck, kneeling over you and squeezing your torso between his legs as he once again struck you.

Though your throat was dry and hoarse you managed to scream, a sound that was cut off abruptly as he struck you on the side of the head a third time.

And just like that, everything went dark.

[fishyvamp]

I am stressed as hell right now with everything going on in the US so Imma going to write what I think some of my favorite killers are like when they're darling reader comes to them stressed as hell. Many of them are going to be readers I've already written about at least once so feel free to check the masterlist. If you want more head canons feel free to ask.

The Knight is startled when Eldritch!reader asks to just cuddle, you're smaller then usual body tense and when he touches your skin he can feel the hidden shadows trying to pull him in. "Anything for you Szeretet," he whispers picking you up and holding you against his chest. He takes you to his bed though it looks more like the nest you have in your castle then an actual bed. You smile realizing he's slowly bringing pieces of you in. He doesn't find himself worthy of you, but if you insist on asking him for comfort it would be his honor to provide it.

The Ghostface is confused as hell watching Hyde!reader pacing the room. You're killer side is usually scarily calm most of the time. However you look ready to lash out. Ready to pounce and shred the next person who so much as looks at you. You turn around seeing him there and he was bracing himself to get rushed and pinned against the wall, but it never came. Instead he watches you slowly move to him picking him up holding him in your arms as you move to the couch slumping down. You don't say anything to him, but you do hold him almost painfully tight against your chest. "Everything alright?" He asks you. Not sure how to feel about the non-committal grunt you give.

The Hillbilly doesn't think twice already wrapping you tight in the warmest knit blanket he's got, he's got popcorn, hot cocoa, and all the sweets you can gorge yourself on. Your favorite movie is on and he's just enjoying your company as you both lay on the couch, though if you don't calm down he might be inclined to help his little critter out by using other methods of getting your brain to shut down.

The Trapper doesn't react much just pulls you into bed and asks you to just speak. It doesn't matter if he understands he just wants to listen. He wants to hear everything, wants to make sure you feel heard. He smiles when you finally break your worries spilling like a faucet as he takes everything in asking questions when you pause. You seem at ease once you're done looking so peaceful tucked up under his arm. His Brat looks so sweet when they lay in bed next to him so peacefully. Burden him will you, it makes him feel less alone to hear you. Makes him feel lighter when he helps you share the emotional load.

The Executioner is use to it. You're already stressed about this and that. You aren't dating, but he does know how to get you calm down, you pinned beneath him in the bed as he humps against your ass. So fucking perfect he thinks feeling you melt against his touch. Such a needy toy, maybe he'll force you on your knees as he sharpens his knife, your face pressed against his thigh nose buried into his clothed groin. You're surrounded by his musk and for some reason that pacifies you. Not that pyramid head can complain.

The legion, they're solution to everything is horror movies and cuddle puddle. The neediest person in the center of the puddle a killer in each arm, a third holding behind while the fourth finds himself between your legs. The look smug when they finally get you to sleep. Your snoring soothing. It isn't long before they're passed out too.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Twenty Five: Red Handed

Mentions of: NSFW Mentions, Slight Voyeurism, Frank being a jealous bastard, Poor Leon, Stabbing, Hooking, Character Death (not rlly tho), cheating, and pining

A/N: I’m really happy w how this chapter turned out :))

Tags: @vandeaad @prettycutebunny @mama-miya

@dead-bxxxxtch-walking

Frank had fucked up…again. He sat outside the ski lodge, smoking a cigarette on the curb. He and Julie had gotten into yet another fight. This time it ended with him getting kicked out. Things had been escalating between them ever since what happened with you.

This is all your fault. You ended everything with him just because he lost his cool and said something he didn’t mean and now he has nowhere to go to unwind and he’s much more irritable than before. While The Legion is his family, the others aren’t completly understanding and Julie can be a bit much at times, always wanting to be with him, practically breathing down his neck. He used to find it endearing. No one had ever wanted to be around him that much before. Now it’s just irritating.

He wasn’t going to apologize. Not again. Not unless he thought he was wrong, which he wasn’t. It was your fault for having such high expectations of him. He had the role of a killer. You knew who and what he was, and you still trusted him anyway. You thought he actually cared.

He did care..kind of. He had grown accustomed to the Entity’s realm and he had no idea how he would function if he got back to the real world. This was probably the best outcome for him: hurting people and taking out all his pain, suffering, and rage, maximizing his true potential. He also had his group and you. He was mainly helping you because he was bored..at first..but then you got him all invested, and seeing how determined and happy you were made him feel weird and fuzzy inside.

When you started to get close he got scared. If you somehow managed to escape, he could lose you. He didn’t want that.

The two of you were so different, on opposite sides of the spectrum, and yet, he felt like no one understood him as well as you did. Julie understood his hatred and anger, she understood his desire to hurt. But you understood him, and what made him like this, what made him tick. You knew the suffering he’s gone through, and all the vulnerabilities he’s tried to cover up and bury. You saw through him, you knew what he really was, and you hung out with him anyway. Even the things you said about him during that fight were true..his fears of being alone, his loneliness, and his pain. You know him, and he doesn’t know if he loves or hates it.

He hasn’t seen you since your argument, not even in a trial. You were already punishing him, so of course The Entity had to too. Out of his stubbornness, he didn’t want to go back. A part of him hoped that you would come to him first. But you didn’t. You hadn’t even bothered to see Susie. He refused to ever think about it or even say it, but he missed you. There was a longing, a pull in his chest that made him desperately want to see you, to talk with you, to joke with you, to smoke with you…to touch you.

“Fuck it.” He muttered under his breath, putting out his cigarette. He swallowed his pride and slowly rose to his feet, setting out to see you.

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The cabins were eerily quiet when he arrived. It was probably late at night for the survivors, he assumed. Taking a deep breath, he approached your cabin. He slowly crept out of the woods, seeing a warm light coming from your window. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing you, and he peeked through the window, unable to help himself, but what he saw made his heart drop.

You were fucking Leon.

He watched as your naked body moved over Leon’s in a hypnotic rhythm, your face contorted into a look of pure pleasure, your fingers threading through his hair while he sucked on your breast.

It was like a car crash. He couldn’t look away, no matter how much he wanted to. Even though fiery and painful feelings of jealousy were rising in his chest, even though he wanted to tear Leon’s head off, he kept watching.

You were beautiful and mesmerizing and he couldn’t tell what he wanted more, to have Leon gone so he could get a better view, or if he could be in Leon’s place, having you ride him to your heart’s content.

God, he wanted you but he was also so fucking angry. His face was all flushed and his cock was getting hard and his hands were balled up into tight fists, tight enough for his nails to dig into his skin.

So he stayed and watched until even after you were finished and he left, even after you had fallen asleep. He stood and stared at you for a very long time until he was inevitably summoned to a trial.

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“Where’s Leon?” You asked Feng. There had been no sign of him since the start of the trial, nor had there been a sign of a killer. At first you thought that was a good thing, but Leon could only hold the killer off for so long.

She winced. “He’s getting tunneled. Don’t worry about him. It’ll do us all some good. We only have two generators left after all.”

“I guess so.” You muttered. Once you finished the generator, you split away from Feng, searching for Leon.

It didn’t take long to find him hanging from a hook, but you didn’t expect Frank to be his killer. You watched as he struck Leon repeatedly, stabbing him with his knife while he was on the hook, making him cry out more. Normally, you would walk away and take your teammate’s sacrifice, but because it was Leon and Frank, you decided to do something about it.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, striding up to Frank. Leon hoarsely whispered your name, warning you. You weren’t afraid. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. He ignored you and continued to cut Leon up.

“Frank, Frank! Will you quit acting like a fucking brat and talk to me?” You stepped in front of Leon, grabbing Frank’s arm mid-strike. Leon was confused by how willing you were to be so close to the killer and how unafraid you were. Not to mention how you were talking to him with such familiarity. It was strange.

Finally, he turned to face you and tore his hand from your grip, the expression on his face icy and cold. He glowered at you. “I know what happened with you and Leon. I saw it.”

As the realization hit you, your face suddenly felt really hot and you felt a mix of anger, embarrassment, and confusion. You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, a loud noise rang in your ears and the ground trembled. You gazed up at the sky, watching as Leon’s lifeless body was lifted into the dark cloud in the sky, sacrificed to The Entity.

You frowned at Frank. “We’ll talk about this later.”

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DBD GAY KISSING PART 2

This took 12 hours this time !! Fml !! :'D Anyways, obligatory I hope this doesn't flop, I'm very proud of this, someone PLS commission me

also, frank/joey's ship name sounded a little silly to me but tbh it sounds way better than something like froey lmao

[haysprite]

you said you had headcanons of Julie which involve frank, please share 👀.

OH GLADLY <3 These are the main ones that live in my mind rent free teehee (besides the ones I've already drawn out/talked about before ofc ofc)!

• They absolutely LOVE listening to each other talk. They’ll take turns talking about whatever is on their mind, whether it's just something they find interesting, a rant, whatever. Even if the other has been talking for 10+ minutes nonstop, they’ll just sit there and listen, completely enamored by the other.

• Frank will go looking for one of his shirts or jackets, only to find Julie laying around wearing the exact thing he was looking for. Although a bit annoyed, he can’t help but smile as he goes and finds something else to wear.

• Frank is a HORRIBLE dancer, he can’t dance to save his life. Julie, although not the best dancer herself, still tries to teach him as much as she possibly can. Even though he doesn’t particularly understand WHY she wants to teach him, he still enjoys it, since he gets to be close with her and it makes her happy.

• When Frank was still attending Fairview and on the basketball team, Julie would drag the other two to all his games and be his biggest cheerleader. He got distracted on the court by her every so often, but he didn’t mind (though the rest of his team sure did lmfao).

• Whenever they get in a fight, they can’t really stay mad at each other for too long. It would take a LOT to get them to not speak for a few days, but they always make up in the end. Frank blows up a lot, but he’s slowly learning how to control his anger and direct it elsewhere with Julie’s help.

• Frank has like, a sixth sense when it comes to Julie being upset. He’s able to tell almost right away if she’s feelin down or angry, and though he doesn’t always know how to help out, he still tries his best. He’ll typically just scoop her up and cuddle with her until she’s either ready to talk or has calmed down.

• Though it took a little bit of convincing Julie on Frank’s part (since Julie is a bit indecisive with certain shit), they eventually got matching tattoos. No idea what they’d be, but they’d either be on their wrists or their shoulders.

• Frank runs super warm, so whenever she’s feelin too cold, Julie will run up to him and just snuggle against him. This catches him off guard every damn time, cause how tf is it physically possible to be this cold? He’s her personal heater

• Frank is very protective of Julie! He tries not to be overbearing, since he knows she’s a bad bitch that can handle herself, but he’ll gladly beat the shit out of anybody that tries messing with her when he’s around.

• Frank is one of the main subjects of Julie’s silly art/doodles. She never shows em to him, but he catches her eventually and drowns her in compliments. She’s a bit embarrassed about it at first, but he’s her hype man, and his appreciation of her art means the world to him.

   -They love watching horror/slasher films together a LOT! Both of em are pretty desensitized to like, everything, so they honestly just end up talking about and making fun of the movie the whole time. They’d point out stupid shit or crack jokes. Half of the time they’d barely make it halfway through the movie before they’re laughing their asses off over the stupidest shit or making out.

• While Julie is a morning person, Frank is very much not. Julie will try to get out of bed, only to be dragged back by Frank despite her protests. He’ll always say “5 more minutes”, which tends to turn into another hour before Julie has to kick him off the bed and book it so she can finally grab a bowl of cereal or somethin and get her day started.

• Julie is the one typically driving them around, since Frank honestly probably got his license taken away and doesn’t really have a car (he’d steal one, but it’d be a lot harder to get away with that than anything else, doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried tho). She’s always the one in control of the music, despite all of Frank’s protests.

• Julie tends to plan out most of their dates, and will always make sure everything goes according to plan. Frank, on the other hand, will sometimes surprise Julie with spur of the moment dates that honestly typically end in disaster a good chunk of the time.

• Frank loves to get lil treats for Julie since he knows she’s a major sweet tooth. He’ll snatch her some cupcakes from the store whenever he gets the chance, and Julie is always super grateful for this.

• Whenever it's a really bad snow day and neither of them feel like going out, they’ll just hang around in the lodge all day by the campfire, huddled up in some blankets and drinking hot cocoa while they snuggle.

• The amount of shit Frank would steal for Julie and just leave around for her to find is immeasurable. He’s like a lil crow sometimes, he’ll find something that reminds him of her, snatch it, and give it to her.

• Whenever alcohol is involved, I feel like Julie gets super sappy over the smallest stuff, and will drunkenly blabber on to Frank about how much she loves him. It takes a LOT to get Frank drunk, on the other hand, so he’ll kinda just be dealing with a silly Julie for a while until he’s absolutely wasted himself. Then they’d just be stupid together before passing out and waking up with the worst hangovers.

• They love pulling harmless pranks on each other a lot, mainly just to see how the other would react. They also lightly bully each other, mainly just calling each other names or making fun of each other. Neither of them takes it too far, of course, and will quickly stop if they know they’re about to hurt each other by accident.

• For their 1 year anniversary, Frank purposely took her to the coffee shop where they originally met. They sit in the same spot and just laugh and talk for hours, before they proceed to spend the rest of the day doing their silly shenanigans hand in hand.

[rootsofdread]

Hello Hello!! Since you do write poly relationships I was wondering if you could headcanons for poly legion crushing on a survivor reader please! I'd really appreciate it <3

POLY REQUEST 💕💕💕💕

Frank Morrison / The Legion:

You know Frank likes you pretty much from the beginning. He takes extra time to hang out with you, he’s always overly comfortable and casual with you, always joking around and slinging his arm around your shoulders. He’s even the one who introduced you personally to the rest of the Legion — Susie seemed kind of jumpy, but they all seemed happy to meet you. Strangely happy, you though, but…anything’s okay as long as you’re not being murdered or stabbed, you supposed. He loves getting you to spend time with him and the other members, he enjoys seeing you get so close with everybody else. It seems to make him genuinely, really happy.

Julie Kostenko / The Legion:

Julie tries not to make it too obvious that she likes you, she acts cool when she’s in a trial with you but gives you a little wave when she sees you outside of one. The other members, particularly Joey, like teasing her about you in front of you (while still being a bit vague). She hates it. But in secret, she fawns over you with the other three members. You’d never guess, but she’s completely lovestruck — and you’re not even her type, which has shocked all of them, including her. But in a way…it’s exciting that she’s fallen for someone so different from all the other people she’s had crushes on. You’re new and vibrant to her, even if you don’t think of yourself that way.

Susie Lavoie / The Legion:

Susie frequently gushes about you to the rest of the Legion, particularly Julie, but she’ll talk about you to any member who’ll listen. She’ll usually do this while drawing little doodles of either her and you, or all five of you together, with a bunch of little hearts drawn all over it and glittery stickers. She just loves talking about you to the other three, and hearing them gush about you too. Her diary becomes full of entries about you, and she’s always trying to spend time with you, usually by asking to swap places with one of the other members when they’re called into a trial, hoping she’ll see you there. She’s a little obsessed, if you couldn’t tell, but it’s mostly the other three that have to deal with it.

Joey / The Legion:

Joey has, honestly, always been pretty open about how he feels towards you. At first, with you, like he was with every other survivor, he was cold and kind of rude. But you noticed the slow, subtle changes in his demeanor as he warmed up to you, and even seemed to start liking you. He began having a clear preference for you over other survivors, which seemed to tick everyone else off but you were happy at least being chosen last to be hooked. Whenever he’s with any of the other members, you’ll see him point you out to them and whisper, and they share a sly little smile. You know, thanks to Joey, they all seem to have a thing for you.

[dilophosauridae248]

I did it!! It's done!! I got lazy at the end and you can probably but yk yk. I hate doing backgrounds but this one turned out pretty dang OK me thinks

[gloomyambivert]

I can't unsee this happening XD

[cheyrose-13]

Okay okaayokay so I think we've all seen the idea of Ghostface being seen as a "Mentor" for Legion, Imagine that but let's give that role to reader for a sec bc I love self inserts 💀🫶

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Their little group had been fascinated with your antics for *years,* Ever since your kills started showing up in the news, the papers, small warnings from teachers, parents and over adults around to "Not Stay Out Too Late" Given, they hadn't had their taste of blood yet, but that wouldn't stop their true crime loving minds from being totally enamored with your paragraph in the paper.

The clips were cut out, strung up while the four tried to make sense of it all, Not to get a junior detective badge from the police force of course. No, they could care less about a small piece of bronze painted plastic.

They just wanted to know, They just wanted to know what was going on in your head.

Maybe they'd even take some ideas from you - Not to steal them, but it worked out for you, Didn't it?

It lasted, till your spree began to slow down, there were less news reports on you, less warnings, less of...well everything.

They waited for reports, any they could get. All with the wonder, had you finally been caught?

When these reports stopped completely with the idea that you may have finally been caught, They took what they learned from the clippings they saved. And decided to continue your spree for you.

It wasn't necessarily planned, just when the moment arrived they did. The janitor of some store they were trying to steal from.

They didn't expect anyone to still be at the store after closing, but it was their chance to honor you.

The body was later buried, left to rot under layers of dirt and the fresh snow of Ormond.

They were set to go home, go home like they didn't just end someone's life.

Only, this time was different, They couldn't leave the burial site, The woods looked bigger then they remembered, foggier than they remembered, and it looked like it was moving. The dark mist creeping through the woods, moving slowly as if they were the prey now.

It moved, till it swallowed the group of four into a swirling cloud of dark fog.

And when it dissipated? They went with it.

The Entities Realm.

When the fog left their view they were met with a different woods, less snow, less light. It was dark, dense and foggy, a campsite judging by the warm crackling fire. It was inhabited to, inhabited by the other murderers of the game, They saw just about everything you could imagine, creepy, crawly critters, Only what you could imagine to be waiting under your bed at night, to even characters from the shitty slashed movies they used to watch — But they weren't real. Right?

The fog opened once more, inviting in one last killer who was arriving home from a trial, You.

The one They'd been using as a indirect mentor for so long. With four new Moris on your belt.

They could've completely forgotten about the strange fog that just swallowed up their world as they knew it.

It was you.

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[deadbydangit]

Hi uh— How about this, how would the killers react to a gn killer reader who before and after being sent to the entity realm is obsessed with music?? They’re constantly itching to get music in their ears or even make their own. It’s a big part of who they are, and they’re unfortunately limited in this realm when it comes to it.

Thanks in advance!! (P.S love the way you write!! It’s great! :D)

That's a neat one. I can do that. I'm going to change it to a reader who likes music if that's okay. Please enjoy.

With a music loving reader: Trickster, Legion (Julie), Legion (Frank)

Trickster

Music you say?

You want to hear real music?

Well then you've come to the right person.

He is a famous musician after all.

Ji-Woon will remind you of that on the regular.

He's really just bragging to be honest.

Just let him have that.

Although he may seem obnoxious about it, he's really glad to have another music fan in the realm with him.

Believe it or not, he won't just talk about his own music.

Although, that will be most of what he talks about.

He likes to hear what you're into too.

Although he sincerely hopes you do enjoy his music.

He'll even listen to some of the music you listen to.

Even if he hates it, he'll listen to the song all the way through first.

Then, he might complain about it.

But he's willing to give it a chance first.

If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have learned about other types of music.

And, consider yourself lucky, because he's willing to put on a whole private show just for you.

Make sure you praise him lots. He thrives off of that.

Rather, it's just what he's used to.

Having you in his life is actually a godsend.

He's so used to having adoring fans around him all the time, he isn't sure how to live without it.

Even if you don't love his music, try and at least pretend you like it more than you do.

And, intern, he might try some different music styles.

He might even try and make something just for you.

Legion (Frank)

"You've got to listen to this!"

Frank is the type who will take off your headphones and put his in your ears.

It's not that he's trying to be rude or obnoxious.

He's really just excited to share his music with you.

His favorites are metal and rock, though occasionally he will listen to some pop music 🎶 n occasion.

He's also the type that has his music turned up to the max.

So be prepared to have it blaring in your ears.

Being a foster kid, he didn't have much.

He went through many different foster homes in many different situations.

And, often, there was no one there for him.

The one thing that was always there for him, was music.

Music was his way of getting through the tough times.

You can always tell how he's feeling based on the type of music he's listening to.

He even has certain songs that he listens to when he's trying to get through certain situations.

So when he shows you the song, it's really him asking for comfort.

Make sure you're also sharing your music with him.

And don't just share the first song that you pull up.

Share music that means something to you.

Even if it's something he doesn't like, he won't say anything about it.

Since you shared it with him, it must mean something to you.

When he shares his music, it's his way of putting himself out there and being vulnerable around you.

Which is something that's very difficult for him to do.

So, intern, he wants you to be vulnerable with him.

Not only does it make him feel like you're an equal, it makes him feel like you can trust him.

And that's all he really wants: someone to trust.

Legion (Julie)

Julie has a very diverse preference with her music.

And it all has to do with her mood.

She wears her emotions very clearly on her face.

Usually, looking at her face is enough to tell how she's feeling.

But with her mask, it's harder to tell.

So, make sure you're listening to her music.

If she's in a happy mood, she'll usually be listening to pop or something upbeat.

If she's angry? Usually metal or some heavy rock.

If she's sad it's usually something more melancholy or softer.

She's also the type to blare it through her headphones, so when she wants to share be sure to be prepared for your ears to be blown out.

It's honestly a miracle she isn't deaf.

She really wants you to feel the music, so she won't say a word to you during the song.

But after, expect to talk about it.

All of it.

The words, the sounds, transition, beats, everything.

All of it means something to her, and she wants to discuss it.

Not like in a scholarly way.

In more of a friendship type way.

It's how she bonds with people.

She's also super willing to listen to your music too.

But make sure you think carefully about what you show her.

She doesn't want to hear the first thing when you hit shuffle.

Julie wants to hear your favorite song.

And be prepared to answer questions after.

"Why that song?"

"What does it mean to you?"

It might sound like she's interrogating you. But she doesn't mean to sound like that.

Really, she's just excited to be listening and spending time with you.