#the last survivor watching this go down like: girl help im boutta be murdered by two lovey-dovey f r e a k s shhdhdj
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⥠Hello there âĄ
Coming in to politely ask if you'd be happy doing a request for Legion (of the Frank variant please). 100% fine with creative liberties, but I'd adore a story following along the lines of the reader being an old flame before he ended up in the fog, and he is delighting in being a general nuisance for old times sakes. Why be nice and romantic when you can be a pain âĄ
ALSO! All the best to you, your writing is really cool from what I've read, and I'm hyped you opened up requests âĄâĄâĄ
h-HI *VIBRATING UNCONTROLLABLY* KSKSKSKDJ
YES ABSOLUTELY <33333 i love the dynamic, hehehehehheehhe
THANK YOU SO MUCH btw ;;A;; it makes my day / makes me want to write more when I hear things like this !! I really appreciate it <3
Legion (Frank) x Reader
ghosts of the future notes: soulmate au, legion members are 18+ at time of disappearance and during readerâs interactions w/ them before the fog twâs: frank is an ass, strong language, canon typical violence & maybe some torture ?
What would it take to find out what happened to Frank Morrison?
That would be your question for the next two years after his disappearance along with his friends (if you could even call them thatâthey mostly just followed him around like deranged cult members⌠but, then again, they were your friends, too). The fucker left you with far too many questions, an unforgiving anger, and the tragic mark of a soulmate.
Yes, Frank was your soulmateâit was proven by the unsuspecting fingerprints wrapped around your wrist in an attempt to grab you during one of your more violent moments of roughhousing. It left Frank speechless, for once; meanwhile, you went berserk. Julie was his girlfriend, not youâyou were just some bonus lackey with far too much time on your lonely hands and a concerning obsession with crime.
You avoided him and the Legion for days; only coming into contact with Frank when he approached you one night, alone and seemingly troubled.
âWeâre finally doing it,â Frank muttered with his hands in his pockets, masked face turned away from you. âMaking a name for ourselves. Itâs happening tonight.â
âGood for you,â You barked out bitterly, arms crossed as you stood uneasily in your living room. âI wonât bail you out if you guys get caught.â
âCome with us,â Frank offered after a beat of silence, finally facing you with an outstretched hand. Just looking at it made you shudderâmade you want to run and hide. He seemed to sense your discomfort and pocketed his hands instead, straightening himself out before you.
âIââ You shifted, glancing away warily. âI canât.â Frank seems to pick up on the double meaning, huffing in irritation.
âLook, Toots. Just because weâre marked or whatever doesnât mean we hafâta act like strangers or nothinââ
âI donât care!â You had snapped, baring your teeth like a caged animal. âMaybe it doesnât mean that much to you, Frank, but it does to me.â He doesnât respond. You curl in on yourself even tighter and turn your back to him. âSo justâjust go.â
You didnât mean for him to take it literally. He left you alone after that, going so far as to vanish seemingly from existence after the uncovering of a janitorâs dead body just a few days later.
But you wouldnât let him get away that easily.
The stubborn fire that kept you alive this long coaxed into you following Frankâs trail, leading you down the same path that ended up with blood on your hands. The fog came shortly after. And when it did, you were still the one hunting. Hunting answers, hunting a hunch, hunting feelings that wouldnât go away.
The trials were easy. You simply had to slash, stab, and destroy through them until the fog returned you to the same decrepit building that quickly became home; and, the place that you continued your search.
âStill obsessing over lover boy, hmm?â A sickly sweet voice purrs from behind, stirring you from your pondering. You barely flinch.
âWhat do you want, Danny?â You sigh, removing your mask to rub at your face in exhaustion.
âWhat, I canât visit my favorite psycho?â He chirps playfully, fiddling with the decaying photo of you and the Legion from where he sits in the dark. You swipe it from his grubby little hands with a look that could kill. âEasy, tiger,â The masked murderer lifts his hands in mock defense. âI was just looking.â
âYeah, well, could you not?â You groan, hunching over various notes splayed out messily on a desk. âIâm trying to concentrate.â You feel his stare on your back, the sensation louder than the silence that follows.
âYou know, I could just show you where he and his puppets hang out.â The way you turn around and stare at Danny is almost comedic.
âWhat?â You seethe out after a moment, bones popping from how tight you ball your hands into fists. âYou mean you knew where he was this whole time and said nothing?â Danny shrugs.
âYou never asked.â
The urge to strangle someone was never stronger than in that moment, and you told Danny as much. He just smiles coyly from behind the mask.
When you arrive at Mount Ormond, the numbing cold is a welcomed sensation as freezing winds nip at your skin. Anything to distract you from the nerves that ate at your insides like maggots feasting on a corpse.
The instructions Danny gave you were simple enough, and even though the drawing of the cabin where the Legion supposedly camped out in was utter shit, you found yourself on the doorstep of a to-be reunion with your old mates. It felt way too formal to knock; so you fell into the familiar habit of entering unannounced, climbing through a second-story window that was left unlocked after discovering that the front door wouldnât budge. Typical.
Tiptoeing through an unwelcoming room consisting of one worn-out couch and a busted TV, the telltale mark of a Legion maskâSusieâs, from the looks of itâresting on a torn cushion has your heart lifting as your fingers stretch to brush against it. They really were here. You swallow thickly.
âSusie?â You find yourself calling out, stepping into the empty corridor. You look left, then right. Nothing. You try a room down the hall, finding no sign of life there either. âJoey? Itâs me!â
âTheyâre not here,â A strikingly haunting voice that makes your breath stutter says coolly from behind, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up straight and chills to prickle all along your arms. Turning to face your ghost, your gaze strikes like iron against Frankâs green one hidden from behind a smiling mask that looks like itâs taken a decent beating over the years. His arms are crossed, and he leans nonchalantly against the wall in an unbothered display. But you knew Frank, and he was pissed. And, quite honestly, so were you.
You find your fists tightening as you stand across from him just like that night, becoming more and more angry. Even more annoyingly, Frank senses this and sighs, unwinding his posture to mimic that of someone trying to calm a wild beast. âTootsââ
That did it.
With a snarl, you spring forward; your fist connecting with Frankâs stupid smiling mask and cracking it nearly in half. He grunts out in shock as he tried to dodge your right hook, hands instinctively catching your wrists just like they did that fateful day and pulling you with him as Frank is sent careening to the floor.
And, just like that, the two of you are whisked into a trial.
Youâre still on top of Frank when you spawn outside, wrestling him into the snow.
âWhat is wrong with you?!â Frank hisses, teeth bared visibly from where you broke his mask.
âWhatâs wrong with me?!â You laugh cruelly, using your hips to pin him down. âWhatâs wrong with you?! You fucking disappeared, Frank!â He exerts an impressive amount of strength in order to throw off balance, flipping you over.
âAnd why would that fucking matter to you?â He retorts. âYouâre the one who shut us out!â
âWell excuse me for needing a minute!â You bristle, struggling against his hold. âI had just found out that my soulmate is an asshole who also happens to be insane!â
That strikes something in Frank. He growls audibly as he pulls you up, immediately shoving your face into the snow and making a hasty retreat. You gasp as you stagger to your feet, spitting out melted chunks of ice. You whip around to search for your culprit, eyes narrowing at the sight of Frank running towards the town.
âCoward!â You call after him, giving chase.
You pass multiple survivors that are surely watching on in a stupor as you catch up to Frank, tackling him to the ground again. The two of you grapple until he has you pinned again, this time holding a knife to your throat. Your fury flares.
âEnough!â He commands. âIf you want to prove something so badly, why donât you show me what you can do?â Frank emphasizes his point by pulling his knife away and hurling it at the first unlucky bystander that attempts to flee, sending him to his hands and knees. As the manâDwight, you bothered to rememberâcries out in agony, you glare up at Frankâs slowly-forming smirk, knowing heâs caught your interest.
âFine,â You relent, and Frank releases you. You stomp to where Dwight grovels, brandishing your own weapon and striking him down without a momentâs hesitation. Jutting your chin over your shoulder at Frankâwho fails to hide his smugnessâyou remove the knife embedded in Dwightâs shoulder and toss it at the bruteâs feet, pulling your own accoutrement free. Without waiting, you move on to your next victim, leaving Frank behind to watch you ruthlessly chase them down. He grins, joining you in the hunt.
The two of you manage to bring down five of the eight survivors, wreaking havoc to generators along the way. It becomes a sick sort of game between the two of you to see who can kill the most, and just how diabolically you executed the final blow. Unexpectedly, it does a lot to bring your anger to a simmer; your tensed muscles finally relaxing from their coils as you hack, hack, hacked away.
Another survivor falls to the ground beneath you, dead.
âThatâs six,â You announce, Frank just a few feet ahead of you. He laughsâa sound that tickles your brain.
âKeeping count, are we?â He teases. Thereâs a playful lilt to his voice that you havenât heard in yearsâa welcomed gesture.
âSomeone has to,â You quip back, and Frank laughs again. You smile.
You step over the carcass and vault the window that was so narrowly missed by the unfortunate woman Frank has trapped underfoot, coming to stand by his side as she squirms and fights to no avail.
âYouâre sick!â She gasps, moaning in pain as Frank increases pressure, surely breaking a rib or two.
âThatâs no way to talk to the lady,â He jeers, eyes flickering at you. You snort.
âBoth of you! You t-two areâackâpsychos!â
You half-expect another witty remark from Frank, half-expect him to snuff her out.
What you donât expect are his next words.
âThen we must be perfect for each other,â He mumbles, making your ears perk. âWeâre soulmates, you know?â Your heart backflips.
âFrank,â You begin to warn him, but he continues.
âFuckinâ soulmates, you hear?â He suddenly grabs your hand and you go rigid, the contact making your stomach turn. The two of you had been wearing gloves for the entirety of the match, so no marks would be visibleâbut the touch was enough to make your skin tingle underneath the material. The womanâs brows tighten.
âK-Killers canât have soulmates,â She wheezes. âYou donât have souls.â Frankâs hand tightens around your own.
âWell itâs a good thing you ainât God, ainât it?â He utters snidely before driving his heel down as hard as he can, ending her life. Seven. You let go of Frankâs hand and step back, Frank letting you.
âWhat the hell, Frank?â You whisper in a shaky breath, clouds of white dispelling the sentiment.
ââŚIâm sorry,â He tells you finally, turning to face you in shame. His eyes speak of the remorse he feels. âI completely disregarded your feelings when we found out we were marked, and Iâm sorry.â Your chest swells in a flurry of emotions.
âBut⌠but you disappeared,â You remind him, unconsciously drawing in on yourself. Frank, ever so cautiously, takes a step towards you.
âIt wasnât my fault,â He speaks calmly, eyes boring into your own. âI was taken by the fog, same as any washed up bastard that ends up here.â
âButâbut Julie?â Frank sighs.
âJules and I⌠itâs complicated,â He grimaces. âShe freaked when she found out I was marked and it wasnât witâ her. She doesnât know itâs you.â Your mouth feels dry.
âButâŚâ
âIf I didnât know any better,â Frankâs voice is low and a husk away, and you didnât realize just how close heâd gotten. âIâd say youâre fighting for reasons to stay angry at me. Why did you come all the way out here?â Is his disarming questionâthat, paired with the way his hand brushes cheek when he moves a strand of hair behind your earâthat has you sharply inhaling.
âIââ You stammer, searching his face. âI was so angry at you,â You begin. âI was so shocked to find out I even had a soulmate, and then you treated it like it wasnât a big dealââ Your breath shudders. âI was so mad at you, Frank. To top it off, you up and disappear after telling me you were finally âmaking a name for yourself,â and a dead body is discovered a few days later? What was I supposed to think, Frank?â
âYou could have just let me go,â He mutters, hand lingering on your cheek. You drop your head in resignation, sighing.
âI know,â You grumble. Frank lifts your chin up between his forefinger and thumb as he raises his mask at the same time, finally revealing that same scruffy face youâd grown accustomed to. An oddly soft expression graces his scarred features, and you find yourself unable to speak over the lump in your throat.
âDo you still want to accept me as your soulmate, even with all ofâŚthis?â Frank gestures to the empty space where the survivorâs body once was, it having been swallowed up by the entity minutes ago. The chuckle that escapes you surprises even yourself.
âFrank,â You snicker. âI literally just killed people with you. Thatâs how I ended up here,â You tell him, matching his gaze evenly. He continues to search your eyes for a beat before stepping back.
âIn that caseâŚâ Frank lowers his mask over his face again, retrieving his knife in one hand while holding the other out to you. âWould you care to finish what we started?â
Whatever anger you held towards Frank in that moment was now gone, seemingly melted away by those eight simple words. You accepted his hand with a small smile; one that said, okay, Iâll trust you. He begins to lead the two of you forward but stops, catching you immensely off guard when he whisks you into his arms, slides his mask up, and plants a massive, wet kiss on your cheek, surely leaving a mark that wouldnât be so easy to hide without a covering. You let out incoherent noises as Frank slips his mask into place, laughing at your disposition while dodging your sloppy fists.
âFrank, you asshole!â Your words lack any actual bite to them, this serving to make Frank cackle even harder as he once again evades you by taking off with you hot on his heels.
#AAAAAAAA#i hope this is what u wanted.. i got kinda carried away đđđđđđ#dead by daylight x reader#dead by daylight reader insert#frank morrison x reader#the legion x reader#the last survivor watching this go down like: girl help im boutta be murdered by two lovey-dovey f r e a k s shhdhdj#IM NOT BETA READING I WILL MAKE EDITS LATER IF I NEED TO GOODNIGHT#ty again for requesting <333
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