#also. Echo's lil butt makes another background appearance

[sloppy-butcher]

Dare You

The Legion (Joey) x Survivor!Reader

//edit// this was orginally an ask from, if i remember correctly, Apex-star requesting something like,

"Joey's first encounter with his furture survivor S/O"

but being the complete fool i am i lost the ask and am left with only the answer and a vague memory of it. i am very professional. //

so i kinda turned this into a lil fic thing. a crack-fic if i may be so bold. i also moved this to do it first cause i’m sad and i wanted to write this.

joey gang rise up

TW: none

Eternal damnation gets boring after a while. Torture becomes mundane and the hollowed promises of death ebb-off into incoherent background noise. Seeking some new excitement you and a couple of other survivors devise a new game. A game of chicken.

Working away on yet another generator, you find yourself in the company of Meg and Dwight. Meg was notorious for giving the most difficult and challenging dares while poor Dwight was always the sore receiver. You found yourself already sending prayers for the shy man, hoping that Meg would find it in her heart to be somewhat merciful on Dwight. However, when Meg’s eyes turned to you, you suddenly wished you had kept those prayers for yourself.

“Hey~” Meg’s voice, although a breathy whisper, was bursting with giddiness and sly cunning. Oh she had something evil hidden up her sleeve. “Remember when we had that conversation a while ago. About who had the best ass to slap?” Images of past campfire banters flash through your mind until finally landing on the one Meg was referring to. Discussing the asses of the killers was a fine topic, raising spirits and getting everyone engaged as they defending their choices. Nea proclaiming that the new killer, Pyramid head, had the fattest ass she had ever seen. Ace objecting, standing up and defending The Trapper - a.k.a the OG thick brick (his words not yours). Bill and Tapp, not really understanding the concept of ass-slapping, both agreeing that The Clown, although rightfully disgusting, was the winning contender in the ‘junk in the truck’ department. Everyone quickly disagreed with their outrageous statement. When the flow of conversation turned to you, you blurted out the only ass that came to mind.

Reality hit you like a freight train, nearly making you short-circuit the generator. Meg’s grin widened. “Well, my friend. Now’s your chance.” As if on que, a killer appeared in the distance. A young man dressed in all black and painted in white approached the gen, knife in hand and murder on his mind. The Legion. The very killer you had brought up in the ass competition. “You know the rules,” Meg warned releasing her hands from her work and preparing to run, “No chickening out.” And with that she fled, Dwight not far behind her. Now you were left alone with no one but yourself and the man intent on killing you.

It wasn’t much of a chase. You were preoccupied, your mind unfocused and elsewhere. How were you going to smack his ass? Try run past him? Maybe sneak up from behind? Nothing ultimately mattered because before too long you were downed, groaning from your wounds. The Legion easily lumped you onto his shoulder and suddenly your opportunity presented itself. Looking down you saw the curvature of his butt and, raising a hand, you smacked it hard. 

In the most unexpected turn of events, The Legion dropped you with a surprised yelp. Landing on your feet you wasted no time in running away, leaving the scene of your crime. Joey stood there for a moment, a hand unconsciously sliding to where he got slapped. What the fuck had just happened? Not only had he been violated in such a childish and undignified manner, but he also lost his kill. Never before had he been touched this way both outside the Fog and in. Even though he was initially shocked, outraged even, at your actions Joey couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of respect blossom in his mind. You had guts kid, he’ll give you that. 

The trial continued on with no more altercations save for the fact that Joey avoided you like the plague. If he would catch you working on a gen he’d pretend to look away. If he found you healing a teammate he would ignore you and tunnel the other. In the end, with both exits powered and most survivors alive and waiting, Joey had to accept defeat. Meg however was still injured and tried desperately to make a wild dash for safety. The Legion, hot on her heels, knocked her to the floor and graciously took her as his only kill of the game. In his desperation to not return empty handed, Joey failed to notice a small figure darted behind him. Once Meg rested on his shoulder Joey turned to a hook. His victory was short-lived however, as a hand came into contact with his ass yet again. A loud and good whack echoed through the arena, with Meg gratefully jumping to her feet and speeding off. 

With your friends all safe, you follow her to the exit where you see her and the others off. A heartbeat throbs behind you. Swallowing your fear you turn to see a fuming Legion. His fists were clenched, shoulders shaking from pure rage and annoyance and although he wanted to attack you, he kept his respectful distance.

“You can’t do that!” A gruff voice shouted. Blinking the confusion out of your eyes you realize that it was the killer who spoke. His voice was equally fueled with anger as his posture but there was something else to it - maybe disgust? Or maybe he was impressed?  

“There’s no rule against it.” You retort, finding the whole situation too wild and bizarre to be real. Perhaps you were dreaming this. The Legion shook his head.

“No way. You can’t just slap my ass like that! It’s wrong!” You found his reasoning ironic. Raising an eyebrow you fully turn your attention to the killer.

“Oh yeah? Like you have the authority to tell me what is right and wrong?” Joey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were so cocky, leaning on one leg with your arms crossed defiantly over your chest. You were a character, playful and teasing and Joey realized that he liked it. When you spoke you produced a smile, a face etched into the blank-slate he had hidden you under. No more a soulless vessel but now a person. You were a person to him. One who looked like trouble and fun. 

The tension drained from his shoulders as he finally allowed himself to accept the growing feeling in his chest. “Alright.” He calmly spoke, his voice now smooth like sweet butter, slippery and drowning. “But at least take me on a date first.” No reason to hide it anymore, the cat was out of the bag. He wanted to see you more. 

“I’ll consider it,” was your reply before you slipped past the boundary and to the campfire. To think this all stemmed from some stupid dare. First you had stunned the killer, then he spoke to you AND then he asked you see you sometime. It was all too wild to believe. But as you walked away you couldn't help but cup your right hand, fingers tracing the soft parts of your palm. He really did have a nice ass though. 

#crack fic #makes me happy #dbd x reader #dbd the legion x reader #dbd joey #dbd joey x reader