#dbd soulmate au

[airbendertendou]

lonely heart ♡ danny johnson

soulmate au where the first time you have skin to skin contact, your body glows & is stamped w their handprint - it looks like a birthmark.

cw ; typical dbd warnings [blood n gore] ; reader offers ghostie a nude pic in exchange for freedom ; might b ooc but idc <3 ; how danny looks is up to you!

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The heat of the campfire brushes against your face, warming your skin just enough to forget the biting wind. Nancy is beside you, falling asleep where she sits, nodding her head forward before she snaps out of it. Across the fire, Feng is chatting idly with Dwight and Steve, Leon chiming in when he felt like it. 

The bench-like-log you’re sitting on shifts as Nea takes a seat, letting out a huff as she settles. “It’s been quiet recently,” she says, “too quiet if you ask me.”

“I’m a little wary,” you agree. Your eyes scope the woods surrounding the survivors as if someone is going to pop out any second. They wouldn’t, though — the killers kept away from the light of the fire and never wandered any closer than they were allowed. “I wonder if something’s happened.”

Nea rolls her eyes, “we wouldn’t be so lucky.” 

You grin at her pessimism, shoving her lightly with your left shoulder. Nea snickers as Nancy jumps awake once more, jolting in her sleep before yawning. A faded, gray fog settles over the camp and with it, five more survivors make their way around the campfire. You know what that means — a new trial is bound to start at any second.

Readying yourself, your muscles tense and your heart rate picks up, preparing to sprint when the time comes. A darkened, indigo-tinted fog wraps around you — it’s cold and loud as it grasps you from the campfire. You blink and then you’re in Haddonfield. 

Taking in a deep breath, you shuffle quickly to the nearest generator. Feng smiles as she passes by you stealthily, clicking her flashlight at you a few times. The area is terrifyingly quiet — it must mean your killer this round is a watcher. You puff up your cheeks as you mis-wire something, moving away from the generator that’s popped.

A scream echoes in the distance — it sounds too close, so you take off.

Momentarily, you hide in a dusty bedroom. You peek from the walls, not spotting anyone other than the back of Leon’s bulletproof vest. Another look from the room — another scream hits the air. 

Finding another generator was easy enough, but trying to stay hidden was a little more difficult. Your fingers curl and tug on wires, the smell of oil and burning wires hitting you the more you twiddle with them. Claudette hovers beside you, checking to see if you need any healing. Deeming you healthy, she flops to the other side of the generator.

“It’s Ghostface,” she breathes. Looking over her shoulder warily, she gulps as she looks back to you. “Already got Feng and Dwight. Only one gen’s done ; I’ve been hooked.”

You pause your wiring, confusion building up in you. “I haven’t even seen him yet.”

Claudette pauses too, looking over you with a furrowed eyebrow. “If we don’t make it, then win for us. Yeah?”

The generator pops with completion, lighting up for a second and exposing your location. You take off in the opposite direction Claudette did, hopping through a window and out through the backdoor. A flash of black catches your eye — your killer has finally shown himself.

You decide to buy everyone else some time. Hopefully, with a little distraction, a few more generator’s could be fixed.

Sneaking behind him, you let out a small “psst!” and wait for his attention to fall on you. He whips around, white mask greeting you. Walking towards a closet, you point to it a few times. Ghostface looks from the closet, to you, and back again. You wiggle your hand, insisting, “someone’s in there!”

Curiously, the closet door creaks open and Ghostface sees it’s empty. He turns to face you slowly and you’re already holding back giggles. A chase is pursued — something you struggle to do with all of your laughter. He swings his knife haphazardly, not really aiming at you, but not allowing you to get away with your joke either.

“Heheh—ah!” After a successful swing, a cut slashes across your arm. Blood seeps from it as you fall to the ground, laughter still spilling from your lips as you roll around. Ghostface shakes his head down at you — as if he’s disappointed in your joke — before he saunters off to find his next victim. You frown as your laughter comes to a stop, “well, now what?”

Another generator pops and you think this is it. We’re so close to going home — well, what you call home now. Letting out a sigh, you sit up and wrap your new cut with a bandage. You hear a squeal, then a scream. Seems our Ghostie is agitated now ; ready to get the trial over with. 

Chills flow up your spine, a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead as the feeling of being watched overpowers you. That can’t be good. You stiffen, looking through the corner of your eyes without turning your head. Hopefully, you’ll see him with your peripheral vision if he’s near. Otherwise— you didn’t want to think of the other option.

Sneakily, you tip-toe into a nearby house, hoping to wait out the feeling. But, you know you won’t. One thing about Ghostface is once his eyes are set on you, you’re not escaping. A noise catches your attention in the silence — the sound of a latch unlocking. 

The hatch — you must be the only one left. 

Your breath catches in your throat as you creep along the street, keeping an eye out for the hatch. You see it — it’s right in your sights and your heart rate picks up. Shaky breaths escape your parted lips as you glance around the empty street. Coast is clear — time to make a run for it.

Until a white mask phases in out of nowhere, directly on the other side of the hatch.

“Oh, come on,” you whine. Ghostface tilts his head at you, waving his knife teasingly. Your arm stings with the shine of it, bandage now being colored a deep red. “I’m so close to ending this!” He continues to stare your way silently. “Don’t you think this is a little unfair?”

“That’s the game, doll.” You’ve never heard him speak before now. A static-y, modulated voice isn’t what you expect to hear. He creeps closer, no longer directly across from you. “That’s what makes this fun.”

You purse your lips, fingers knotting together at the edge of your edge. “Okay, how about this? You let me take hatch, and I’ll let you take a shirtless picture of me. My face isn’t allowed to be in it, though!”

Ghostface bounced where he stood, an excited giggle echoing in his mask as he immediately agreed. Puffing up your cheeks, you let out a breath before nodding to yourself in encouragement. A polaroid camera has replaced the blood-soaked knife in his hand — even with the weapon gone from sight, dread flushes through you.

“Okay,” you say to yourself, “this is no big deal.”

Without another thought, your fingers clench the end of your shirt and raise it to cover your face. Your skin prickles with the wind, goosebumps raising at the new sensation. With bated breath, you wait to hear the shutter go off — a click, another giggle, the hatch closing ; anything. All that’s there is silence.

And then a leather glove is wrapped around your wrist.

Jumping at the sudden touch, your shirt falls back into place as you take a step back. Only a sliver of skin is free from the glove — just enough for his skin to brush against yours.

A golden sheen takes over you, settling where your bodies meet. In a panic induced state, you’re pushed to the ground as Ghostface hovers over top of you. Shaky, shallow breaths hit his mask as his camera is settled to the right of your head. Slowly, he peels a glove off and reaches for you.

Where his now bare hand meets, a light follows. Right on your wrist, the shape of his fingers is imprinted forever, as if it were a birthmark you were born with. It was supposed to be a myth — a tale shared between hopeless romantic’s. Soulmates weren’t supposed to actually exist.

Except, yours apparently did. In a realm you couldn’t escape ; killing you and your fellow survivors on a continuous loop. You were stuck there — stuck with a murderer as your soulmate until forevermore. 

Ruffled hair is exposed to the wind as Ghostface unmasks himself, his pupils practically hearts as he stares down at you. His eyes search your face, never settling on one particular spot as he drinks you in entirely. You feel as he lets out a breath ; feel his shoulders sag with some kind of relief as he grabs one of your hands. He leads it to his face and lets out another sigh when his skin glows, the shape of your hand left on the left side of his face.

“Mine,” his voice is soft. You can’t stop looking at him — can’t stop staring at your hand that’s been imprinted onto his cheek. “You’re all mine. Made just for me.”

You can’t tell if the feeling swelling inside of you is dread or excitement. But, you let him pull you closer anyways ; allow him to hug you as he pleases. This could come in handy, after all. Maybe.

——♡—— lets ignore that valentines day is over already teehee <3 i hope my version of ghostie is okay, idk how well i write him </3 airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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[rabbitblackx]

Can you do The Trickster x Autistic fem reader Soulmate AU scenario fluff: When reader has a tattoo of a red or blue rose with Ji-Woon's name at bottom of the tattoo on her wrist, and had it ever since when she was a teenager. Each time when she looks at the name, it always makes her wonder of who her soulmate could be. One day, the reader got taking to The Entity's realm and meets the survivors who also has soulmate tattoos like her. After a few trials went by, the reader ends up going against The Trickster, and can you do a cute ending when the reader finds out that the killer is her soulmate after discovering his name and has the exact same tattoo as her, expect with her name at the bottom?

(If your having a hard time writing this type of AU, here's what i know about Soulmate AU's that i've been reading from other people's scenarios of Soulmate AU's on Tumblr. So, for some strange reason, the world had decided that there would always be only one great love that he or she meant to be with. Of course, it would be so difficult to find one another. But when they turn sixteen years old, a tattoo will magically appear on their wrist and has their names at the bottom of the tattoo.)

Sure thanks for the cool request! This is set out pretty differently from how I did things on wattpad. Here on my blog, it’ll be more to the point instead of a full blown one shot! If anyone is interested in said one shots though, check out my wattpad story: Dead by Daylight One Shots by rabbitblackx :)

Trickster with a Fem!Autistic!Reader (Soulmate AU)

When you were sixteen, a rose tattoo appeared on your wrist, followed by the name, Ji-Woon. You were always teased by your peers. They told you that you would never find this ‘Ji-Woon’. They all seemed so sure that they would meet their own soulmates. You on the other hand, were not

When you looked down at the rose on your wrist, butterflies would flutter around in your belly, causing you to shake your hands and giggle in excitement. Ji-Woon was such a pretty name. You daydreamed about this unknown boy all day. Alas, you were skeptical, and so was everyone else.

Others often took you for granted. But when you wound up in the Entity’s realm, that all changed

Your fellow survivors of course had their soulmates’ names tatted on their wrists as well. They all were much more kind and supportive to you than people from the past. You found yourself to do well in trials. You worked wonders on repairing generators, and were a team player

It wasn’t until a few weeks of being in the realm where you met the Trickster. He was cold and mean, taking you for granted like everyone else in your old life. You didn’t like his attitude towards you. You fought back like a feisty cat, showing him what you were made of

The Trickster swung his bat, and you slapped him in the face. That was when he gripped your wrist, violently yanking it towards him. His whole world came crashing down when he read the name adorned on your wrist, Ji-Woon

His kneecaps quaked as he sputtered out your name

You furrowed your brow. How did he know that?

That was when it hit you. His glowing complexion, his Korean features… his beauty, it almost matched your soulmate’s name perfectly

“Ji-Woon…?”

Just like that, his teasing and cruel demeanour dropped. Tears pricked his yellow eyes as he cried your name, throwing his arms around you and spinning you in a tight hug. You gave a shocked squeak, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life

“My one true love! Oh, how I’ve searched for you!” The Trickster carried on

You couldn’t seem to bring your mouth to say something. You stared at him with big wide eyes, and for once in your life, were completely dumbfounded

It was like a dream, or nightmare—it depended on who was asking. Your whole life, others teased you and didn’t understand you. There was nothing wrong with you, of course there wasn’t. But nobody cared about that. They took their hopelessness and desperation out on you, telling you how you would never find your soulmate. But in all realness, they were just telling you what they thought on the inside about themselves

None of that mattered. Because now years later, this handsome, young, famous man stood before you with his toned chest and heavy heart exposed. As you were pressed flushed against him, you couldn’t help shaking you hands in excitement

Ji-Woon hardly even gave your autism a second thought. To him, it was a gift. He thought it made you all the more special. Special for him and him only. You were his precious little angel and he would protect you at all costs

Was slightly offended you didn’t know who he was back in the real world. It also made him feel a tad insecure. Like, duh! Of course she didn’t know who you were! Look at her! She’s perfect! She has way more important things to do than listen to your dumb music

However, you couldn’t disagree more. You adored it when he sang to you, and it made your heart melt when he danced with you

Ji-Woon was sickeningly sweet, but also viciously overprotective. He never let other killers or even other survivors near you nowadays. You were his and his only. Hell, it said so right on your wrist

You were his perfect little rose

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[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Soulmate au One-shot series

Prompt generator

Death and life- HUNK x GN!Nurse! Reader

Almost Too Late- Luis Sera x GN!Guard! Reader

Song Bird- Bo Sinclair x GN! Reader

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[xdeepwaterx]

To meet the one you're meant to be with

new story!!!!

In a world where everyone is born with a Soulmate, Danny Johnson hopes to never meet his. He doesn't believe in that stuff.And when on his 16th birthday, the damn cypher appeared on his skin, he made it a habit to cover the numbers.He didn’t care who had the mirrored mark. He didn’t wanns know because why was it important?And when he returns to his boarding school for the last year, he has to share rooms with the guy he hates the most. Frank Morrison is a piece of shit and they both don't wanna share a room. But soon, things get worse because fate definitely made a mistake.

#dbd #dead by daylight #frank morrison #ghostface #ghostfrank #danny johnson #danny jed olsen johnson #the legion #dbd fanfic #soulmates #soulmate au #story prompts #Danny Johnson x Frank Morrison #Ghostface x Legion

[murderousxcoffee]

Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate

Chapter 2: Take Your Breath Away Chapter 1 here Content Warnings: Canon typical violence/death, derogatory language, ask to tag Notes: I've never properly written Trickster before, critique appreciated.

He could kill her over and over, and it wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough until the bitch was dead for good.

The Entity’s Realm had some flaws, but murder wasn’t one of them. They screamed so sweet, so loud, when he hit them, hooked them, killed them with his own hands. Not all were worthy of his songs, but he still took pleasure in ending the lives of all of them. And then she came along. That bitch Cortez.

He knew about her before she knew about him. She shared a first name with another Survivor, so they called her by her last name. American of Mexican ancestry. 19 or 20 years old, who cared. On the heavy side, but stronger than she looked. Dark hair, brown skin, gray eyes, freckles. Slow runner. Hell of a voice. Bloody bandages on her left forearm.

He should have paid more attention to those bandages. But he hadn’t paid much attention to her at all. She was just another Survivor, another person to hunt and kill and kill and kill.

Just another Survivor. Until she wasn’t. Until he saw that under her bandages was the same mark he had, in the same fucking place.

Trickster never hated anyone as much as he hated her. 

The disgust that rose inside him, the rage that rocked his body, stronger than he’d ever felt either of them before. Seeing her gray matter, her eyes, her bones, turned to mush at his feet, didn’t satisfy it. Killing her didn’t satisfy him. She’d be back within hours.

“Why did you bring her here?!” He shouted into the darkness overhead. “What is the meaning of this?!”

There was no answer. But in the back of his mind, something shifted, the Entity’s attention turning towards him. 

He pointed at the corpse on the ground with his coated bat. 

The Entity shifted again, a sensation grating against his mind, like confused grumbling. 

“Her arm!” He said. He did not need to, but he rolled up his bloodstained jacket to show the Entity his mark. “She has my mark!”

My mark, he thought. My love mark, my birthmark, no one else should share a thing with me. No pathetic worm who can’t even jump through a window should be my soulmate. A man like me deserves better than her - she can’t compare to me. She isn’t worthy of me.

And the Entity did not react, her attention resting on the mark on his arm, and the mark on his corpse. His eyes narrowed. Did the Entity not know about the myths?

With care, he pulled a string of thought in his mind, a few memories, and pushed them towards the Entity. With a sensation like a leaping cat, she took them, pulled towards them, looked through them, absorbing everything he knew.

And when she finished - he knew she was finished by the way the wind went still - she simply… did nothing. 

He could feel it easy. She did not understand.

Stupid of him - what did the Entity know of love? She didn’t need it. There was no biological necessity to breed, to guide feelings of fondness into sex. There was no cultural obligation to marry, have children, make your parents proud. There was nothing of that here.

Trickster felt a smile pull at his lips, relief settling in between the revulsion. What was he so upset over? She was nothing but another bag of flesh to slaughter. That was all she’d ever be.

He apologized to the Entity, as he would to any of his elders. She still did not understand, but she also did not care. As he walked away from the corpse to leave the area, he heard her pull the headless corpse down into the earth. Six feet under, feeding the worms, was just where that pathetic creature belonged.

A cold smile spread over his face, and he put the bat over his shoulder. Still the anger and disgust swirled within him, but now they felt like friends. He was going to enjoy crushing the life out of that woman, over and over and over again.

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It happened again. It happened again. It happened again and again and again.

There was nothing like time in the Entity’s Realm. All clocks stopped at the moment they were taken to it. Watches, cell phones, laptops, dead time, still working. No sun, no moon, to try and track things. The Survivors counted the days by the food they scavenged. The trees stretched between the Trial areas, buildings scattered within them. In those buildings, supplies. And sometimes, sometimes, Killers.

Ever since the Trial with Trickster, she’d been useless. 

Ever since that Trial, he’d been hunting her.

How he tracked her down, she couldn’t imagine, but without fail, every time, he appeared. He was there when she was alone, he was there when she wasn’t. Sometimes he sang, sometimes he whistled, sometimes he made no sound at all. Didn’t matter how he appeared, it ended the same either way, her waking up beside the Campfire with the memory of her latest death flashing through her mind.

“Leave me alone!” She shouted once, with her back pressed against the outer wall of a shack. There was nowhere to go, he was faster than she was, and the Fog blurred the trees around them. No one would hear her scream for help. No one would come if she did.

“I didn’t do anything to you!” She cried, she begged. 

Trickster’s smile twisted his face into a monster’s. All the Killers were monsters, but he was special, a nightmare walking, following her everywhere.

“Oh, but naekkeo,” he said, voice painfully sweet as he palmed the bat in his hand, “You were born. That’s all I need.”

He tossed the bat aside and lunged. His body knocked the breath from her, and she had no chance to get another. She hit the ground, his hands wrapped around her throat. As the pain flooded her body, and her fingers scraped at his arms, her eyes met his. When the darkness swallowed her sight, Trickster’s eyes, glowing yellow, glowing with hate and hunger, haunted her well after she came back to life.

Sunshine didn’t bother eating anymore. Dying reset her body to what it’d been back on Earth, so she was never hungry. And even if she’d wanted to eat her body weight in soup… the others who could contribute deserved that more.

But there was somewhere she could go, somewhere only she could and did, and one way to get there that wouldn’t get her killed. 

All the other Survivors slept, in piles or alone, catching whatever rest they could before the Entity snatched them up again. Sunshine reached into the pocket of her jeans, and pulled the scrap of paper and pen free. She wrote her request on the paper, and wrapped it around the flower she’d found on the edges of the Campsite. 

With one more glance to make sure no one watched, Sunshine tossed it into the fire. She folded her hands together, and prayed to their captor for mercy.

As she finished the prayer, something alive shifted in the back of her mind. Sunshine raised her eyes to the heavens, and nodded. She stood up from the fireside and walked into the trees without looking back. She walked with confidence, with the faith that her aunt, the nun, had spoken of with a smile. 

She’d lost any faith in a merciful god years ago. But the Entity held no mercy for anyone. That was a god she could work with, even though no one else would understand.

Sunshine reached her destination alive. The building looked like any other in the Fog Realm, obscured by the darkness. Before she opened the door, she looked at the sky, and whispered, “gracias por su ayuda.” Thank you for your help.

Only the wind answered, kicking up the leaves in the trees. Sunshine stepped into the building - her radio station. ---

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Masterlist

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I'm your only situationship

Mistress

Inevitable

Situationship into Relationship

Tormented by a Ghost

Submitting to his dominance , part 2, part 3

Please stop staring (or don't)

Good thing we're all dogs

Not a dog, but a rat

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Maybe Dessert first

John 'just the tip' MacTavish

You'd look better as mine

John Price

Happy trails, John

Loba

Soulmate AU part 1

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

A chance encounter

Drabbles

Ghost being a toxic ex

Ghost with pre-parenthood

141!spotter Simon

141!spotter John

Dom!Ghost

cbf!Johnny

pathetic!Simon

pathetic!Simon extra

pathetic!Simon 1.2

pathetic!Simon 1.3

pathetic!Simon monopolizing you

blindfolded

König

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Alpha!Ghost 1.2

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biblically accurate simon

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ups!simon

cbf!simon teaches you everything

ex-husband simon

ex-husband simon with a twist

simon's not a guy you take home

pen pal simon, 1.2

Reqs

Ghost NSFW

Best friend!Johnny & FWB!Simon AU

Ghost is the unexclusive fwb

Ghoap x reader

Johnny helps with your monthly

You don't need anyone else but us

Escort AU

Needs must, part 2, part 3 (simon, johnny, simon)

Sensual Domination (kyle)

Price

Pet!Reader

Simon meets John's cat

Simon plays with John's cat

Betrayal pet au

Betrayal pet au 1.2

Betrayal pet au 1.3

The boys take you from your old owner

Old owner sees you with the boys

The boys take care of you

Taken to a new home

John doesn't come home to his kitten

Pet needs comfort

Pets exchange hands

Johnny gets himself a fox

Bun waits for Gaz to come home

Multiverse COD

'09 Ghost's wife meets '22 Ghost, part 2, part 3 pre part4, part 4

multiverse asks

Pornstar!AU

pornstar ghost, part 2, part 3

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[mothxmoons]

Master list

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-Blurb

//headcanons

<3 fic

Soulmate AU

Many characters -

Random encounters -

STARS Wesker (Yandere) -

Red string of fate Leon -

Self aware soulmate -

Real <3

Self Aware AU

Wesker becoming subtle -

Bringing you home (Yandere) <3

My rookie <3

Finding out -

Different <3

At Night <3 *

Birthday morning <3 *

Requited <3

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Chibi -

His coat -

Girl Help -

Dbd Wesker vs RE Wesker -

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Myriad <3

New killer jealous -

Yandere AU

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Slow burn STARS Wesker -

Suddenly different -

His -

Puppy Leon -

Baby Trapping (Dark) <3 *

Baby Trapping: Aftermath (Dark) <3

Into You <3

Home <3 *

No choices -

Other

Possessive <3

Predator - *

Under the desk - *

Breeding Kinks - *

Pregnanté -

Cuddle Bug -

Horny. *

Las Plagas Leon *

Plagas Leon -

More plagas Leon -

Concussed <3

Feminine -

Punk -

Beat him up -

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His home -

Freak <3 *

Little rookie -

Submissive sequel <3 *

Submissive - *

Ballroom -

Sentient Wesker Bean -

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Thief of clothes -

Short Reader -

Jealousy 1 -

Jealousy 2 -

Omegaverse 1 (Yandere) <3

Omegaverse 2 <3

Omegaverse 3 <3 *

Omegaverse 4 <3 *

Halloween

Open-eyed <3

Lost in the woods <3

Games werewolves play <3

Blighted -

Halloween Parties -

Ramblings

Runaway Wesker au: First, Two, Three, Four

Xenomorph ramble: First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, Ninth, Tenth

Plagas Leon ramble: First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth, Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth, Thirteenth, Fourteenth, Fifthteenth, Sixteenth, Seventeenth, Eighteenth

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[sa-filonzana]

Masterlist of Reblogs (2):

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https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705041610646388736/hii-can-we-get-reader-getting-a-cat-for-wesker

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705124683940577280/wesker-how-are-you-alive-nevermind-that

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705125241817546752/dbd-wesker-x-reader-please-i-believe-all-your

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Yandere Wesker

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704506206547558400/yanderewesker-with-a-shy-darling

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704770407717355520/running-from-yanderewesker-and-you-get-pretty

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Self Aware Wesker

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703724472782487552

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703724602719862784

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703724765600448512/can-we-have-some-soft-self-aware-wesker-when-the

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703725402174128128/self-aware-wesker-watching-his-player-slowly-get

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703725770917527552/if-wesker-hopped-out-of-my-tv-one-day-id-probably

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703726401672626176

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703729848915492864/self-aware-au-but-it-takes-place-in-the-wreck-it

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704500525670989824/heyy-can-i-get-something-about-wesker-doing

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/705130306316926976

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Self Aware Wesker x Soulmate AU

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/703727054610448384/combining-the-self-aware-shenanigans-with

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Analysis

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704583290711064576/why-did-spencer-have-to-give-wesker-the-name

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Others Masterlists

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704487660810534912

https://sa-filonzana.tumblr.com/post/704487944998797312

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#masterlist #resident evil #resident evil series #albert wesker #self aware au #soulmates #resident evil village

[vermillioncrown]

about the reverse transmigration au, how exactly would the conversation about your boyfriend go over with whichever of the transmigrators are pining for zyx. I can already hear them crying internally xd. also, just how weirded out would your roommates be?

again, we must take this as modern zyx + displaced dbd-zyx and not re-transmigrated zyx into modern zyx's body bc that's 1) not fun 2) just sad (i'm not doing that to my boyfriend bc no)

(it wouldn't be fun crying, it'd just be breaking up and you know. emotionally devastating an innocent party of 3+ ppl that their lives of the past 6 years have irreparably changed in the blink of an eye)

=

so... what i think you're trying to ask is dbd-zyx needs to talk to their other LI-transmigrator about the fact that the LI is not the one and only?

who's crying? it's not zyx--love is time and place. zyx doesn't believe in soulmates. boyfriend also isn't too fussed about another life and another love. so it's really just the LI-transmigrator's problem, and both zyx's have headaches going "look, okay, hear us out--"

my roommates (being long-standing friends) wouldn't be too fussed besides arguing about the implications of isekai being possible. i'm considered the second-most "it might as well happen to you" member of the friend group, neck-and-neck with first place

#inquiry #anonymous #RT au #zyx au's #mdzyx #the ironic thing from dbd is... my hijinks are usually never from 'oh no i can't let anyone know!' type of shenanigans #it's always 'oh yeah i forgot to tell you' #which gets me into equal amounts of different-flavored trouble

[coffeewritesfiction]

I can't sleep so let's talk about DJ Sunshine. Follow me under the cut for dead dove galore!

So Sunshine's main fic is called Amoricide. I've written others with her but this is the primary one. Amoricide is a word I made up - a fictional term for the fictional act of murdering your soulmate. Amoricide (the fic) is a dark soulmate mark au. As the introduction says:

Every culture, dead or alive, had a myth or two about the marks. It was more universal than floods, or world trees, or trickster animals. They said every human had a mark that matched another’s. The matching marks identified them as carved from the same rock, born from the same spirit, whatever metaphor for the soul you wanted to use. They belonged together and would always find each other.

A cute myth. But just a myth. In the safety of modern reality, billions of humans went their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. They married, had children, died, without it. And the ones who did meet their matching mark would soon find there really was no love at first sight. Pushed into marriage by society, unable to divorce because of the old beliefs about destiny, these people who came to hate each other would find only one solution left…

For those unfamiliar with Dead by Daylight, it's a slasher horror inspired video game. The premise of the game is that the Survivors and Killers are both trapped by an eldritch creature called the Entity, and forced to play a deadly game over and over, the pain of the Survivors feeding the Entity. The fandom expanded on the lore a lot, in true fandom ways, which is what I built the fic on.

In Amoricide, Jill Cortez, a Survivor, finds herself targeted by a particular Killer, a fallen kpop idol, the Trickster aka Hak Ji-Woon, who seems to hate her for no apparent reason. This constant, brutal murder she's put through isolates her from the other Survivors, and she can't understand why he's doing it. In truth, her constantly bleeding soulmate mark is a match to his own, and he isn't happy about it.

What nobody knows about Jill is that she has a double life. She's set up a radio station in the Fog Realm (using the knowledge she gained back on Earth to do so) and moonlights on air as DJ Sunshine. Trickster, a bit music starved since arriving in this place, finds a kindred spirit with her, and to his annoyance, realizes he wants a woman he's never met.

It can only end badly when the two find out the truth.

Yeah, this idea is awesome, right?

The problem is, there's not much of a readership for stories like this in the dbd fandom. 90% of dbd fics are reader pov. It's like that for most newer fandoms nowadays. So while I have a few friends that would love to read more, and I probably will finish it, I'm wanting to take what I've got and make it into something original.

The problem is I've got no idea how to take away the DBD elements. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ They're pretty critical to the plot. Which means I either need to translate the elements into original ones (without getting sued for copyright infringement in the process) or just come up with a whole new plot.

I normally wouldn't bother but I really do feel there's an audience for this. I'm not sure where that audience is (probably TikTok xP) but it's out there. And I just. I love Sunshine. I'd write a whole series of books about her if I could. She makes my heart happy.

So, that's what that is. Tagging the people who interacted with that one post so y'all can see this

EDIT: If anyone is curious about the fic still, here is the link to chapter 1 on ao2

@acertainmoshke @your-local-tall-asshole @k-v-briarwood @theimperiumchronicles @slenders1ckn3ss

#from coffee

[airbendertendou]

high ♡ frank morrison

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

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

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

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

You pause — it was summer, wasn’t it?

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

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

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

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

“But—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——♡——

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

“There’s not a new killer. So, why—”

“Not that we’ve seen.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if it never happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No words?" Nancy tilts her head.

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

——♡——

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here's your stupid hot cocoa."

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

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

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

Sweet and selfish — yeah, that was Julie.

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

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

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

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

"I don't want anyone but you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——♡——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As the world goes dark, your sobs grow louder.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

——♡——

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

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[sloppy-butcher]

Ok,new follower here. So this blog is amazing,you writings are just beautiful. I hope I can become as good as you, beause I would like to open my own blog, but I always think my works are too bad. Anyways, I don't know if you write soulmates stuff, like your partner name is written on your body or thigs like that. If so, could you write something related with Joey and Frank sharing the same male sm reader? If you don't feel comfortable writing for three characters or for a male reader it's fine!

THANK YOU SO MUCH for your support T_T I love you so much! I encourage you to start that blog because the only way to get better is to try. and if you do start a blog, drop me that link babey

So i spent a hot minute finding which soulmate alternative universe would best fit your request since you didn’t specifically state which au you wanted. Well, i found a reaaallly interesting one. hope it’s okay

This AU states that soulmates share pain. If one is hurt the other shows their wounds or bruises. I think this will work well with Frank and Joey and a survivor!S/O. I have no problem writing for a male S/O (although i will probs just make this gender nuetral as i dont see gender really playing an important role in this (and i prefer gender nuetral tings)) or for three characters. i will have to write this in HeadCanon form as i am very lazy and i dont want to write like a full fic T_T cause you know.... i have toomuch to say

hope these are okay? ily

Soulmate Au HeadCanons: Poly!The Legion (Frank and Joey) with a Survivor S/O

They realized their connection long before they even knew you existed. The theory was that soulmates shared pain and it was obvious to them that they were meant to be together. Joey would share in Franks pain, he could feel the scar that tore across his face and Frank could feel when Joey had worked himself far past his breaking point. They thought they were the only ones connected in this psychic-link, bound by a force too grand and cosmic to be comprehended by simple-minded mortals. But like the universe, fate works in mysterious ways and everything changed when you joined the Fog.

Joey first noticed it when he went to sit down at the end of a particularly gruelling workday. He felt his left shoulder explode into a burning hot pain and his body seized with the sudden shock. He barely held back his cries of a surprise but Frank wasn’t so well-restrained. Joey heard him from across the Lodge and fearing for his friend, ran off in the direction of his call ignoring his own body screaming for him to stop. He found Frank surrounded by a worried Julie and Susie. They looked between him and Joey, expressions from behind their masks piercing through to Joey's soul. They were worried for their friends, Frank’s scream and Joey’s sluggish and limp stature was enough to tell the girls that the pain the two were experiencing was, no doubt, incredibly excruciating. No one knew what had just happened, neither of them had been hurt or injured, and they feared that maybe the two were being punished by the Entity for a lacklustre performance. But both boys assured they did well enough to keep the thing satisfied and when the pain spontaneously faded, the whole incident was pushed out of their minds and momentarily forgotten.

But the pain never stopped completely. It was sporadic, turning on randomly like a lightswitch bursting with newfound anger and agony that would contort their limbs and burn their muscles. And there was nothing they could do to alleviate the pain, no amount of massaging or rubbing could take away the sharp edge of the hurt; there weren’t even enough painkillers in the realm to quell the agony. The only thing the boys could do was just sit there and wait for the pain to decide to go away. It was torture, sometimes the simple act of sitting alone was pure unadulterated suffering. But still, the boys had no idea where this pain was coming from.

It was only after Joey returned from a trial in which he had mori’d a rather annoying and pesky survivor that something started to click. Joey walked into the main lounge of the Resort and found his friends standing around the fire pit waiting for him. Frank had his shirt off and the pants of his left leg rolled up. Ordinarily the sight of Frank without his shirt on would excite Joey but something made him hesitate. A harsh red scar ripped down Frank’s chest and when Frank noticed Joey's reaction he held out his left arm for the other to inspect. Another red wound ran across the forearm. There was no mistaking it now. It was their trademark kill, a stab at the left arm followed by the grabbing of the left ankle then finished with the brutal gutting from the collar bone all the way down to the hip. “We watched it appear.” Julie’s voice wavered with concern. “We watched it appear on him as if...” She broke off ‘as if Joey himself did it to him.’. Joey approached Frank. Through the pinpricks of his mask, Joey could see Frank's eyes and he could feel his pain. Without saying much the girls made Joey take off his own shirt and directed him to stand next to Frank. When Julie stepped back to inspect both boys she raised a hand to cover the mouth of her mask and Susie audibly gasped. They were identical, both bore the exact same scars of the exact same knife.

To be honest, the boys would never have figured out the source of their shared pain. Combined the two barely make up a single brain cell so it was by the grace of God or something else that allowed the truth to finally be exposed. It was in a trial between you and Frank. The killer had been run around for the past ten minutes and with no sign of catching his elusive prey. You were impressed by your capable teammate and when they went down just outside the opened exit gate you leapt into action to save the wounded hero. You ended up sacrificing yourself for them, a worthy trade, everyone else got out except you. And, to you, that was okay. You were okay with this. Frank, however, was not. He was beyond furious at being denied his prey and when he trudged back to your collapsed form he felt his rage overflow him. He stood over you and you smugly returned his glare. That was it. In a swift motion, he punched you in the face. Your nose broke and blood gushed out and into your mouth. You screamed out but your cries, however, were mixed in with the killers. Frank recoiled, clutching at his mask where his nose would be. You watched in shock as he spilt swear words and stomped around you.

Curiously you reached up for your busted face and using your thumb and forefinger you squeezed the throbbing nose. Frank’s cries intensified and he clawed desperately at his mask. Through the haze he caught you staring at him in shocked amusement, which he mistook for condescending judgment. He growled and stormed over to you determined to make you regret everything. Panicking you grabbed your nose again and Frank jumped back. And then all the pieces fell into place. Frank could feel your pain. His eyes widened on your collapsed body and it felt as if his world was imploding. Oh shit.

It took some convincing but eventually, you agreed to meet Frank back at the Resort. He told you there was someone else, another ‘soulmate’ in this trifecta of fucked-up bullshit. You used the term ‘soulmate’ loosely. You had heard the stories about soulmates, people destined to be together would share such a special bond that they would even share pain. But never in a million years would you have guessed that your soulmate (or soulmateS) was, a serial killer. You really wanted it to not be real, you wanted this to be some kind of dream, a sick nightmare you were experiencing while laying on your deathbed somewhere far away. But there Frank was before you at the boundary between snow and forest,  like he promised you, with his partner Joey. You walked up to them and stopped at a safe distance away. Joey seemed to bloat his chest as if to say not to try anything. Frank looked at you and you knew you had to show him. Reaching up you grabbed at your nose which was starting to feel better but was still puffy and red. You put pressure on it and Frank began to shake with the pain. Frank moaned and clenched his fists in an effort to ride out the pain like Joey was but after a moment he relented and shouted at you to stop. Frank turned and muttered something to Joey who never took his gaze off you. You could have sworn that he was a stone-statue because he never moved and showed no sign that what you did had affected him in any way. But then you noticed his slight leg twitch and the irregular heaving of his chest. He did feel it. Frank returned his attention back to you and in the cold silence of realization, you said, “Well? What do we do now?”

You could have forgotten everything, walked away from the nonsensical situation that had been presented before you and continued on living a simple life devoid of drama and tension. But that life would also lack depth, something to make it special and worthwhile. You were presented with your soulmates, a rarity in this hellhole and something about the wonder of what made the universe decide to bring you all together surpassed your urge to stay away. Slowly but surely you introduced yourself into their lives. Your interactions at first were stiff and hollow, fear and uncertainty making you doubt if the boys would respect the bound of soulmates enough to not kill you or at least hurt you.

But time wore on and you became braver. They were gentle, well... they tried to be. And when you spoke with them as people do you realized that you had a lot in common with them both. And eventually, you were confident enough to laugh and joke with them.

Joey was the one who needed the most time to accept that you and he were soulmates. He eyed you suspiciously as you would talk with Frank, feeling some kind of jealousy build up in his chest. He hated how you could get Frank to react in ways he had never seen before. He hated how easy it was for you. One day when he had you alone to himself, he finally broke that long silence between you two. But where he expected a change in personality, a two-face switch, Joey only found genuineness. You were as kind and playful with him as you were with Frank, unfazed by your burden of the circumstance and not worried by his own mistakes and misfortunes. You were strong and he admired you for that. “How do you do it?” Joey softly asked clutching his hand which now held a new red welt. The mood quietened down and you turned to look at him. “How do you handle all this pain each and every day?” You reached out and gently took his hand in yours. Suddenly all his pain vanished at the contact and he slightly gasped at the shock. You were warm and comforting, like the wind of a summer’s afternoon, constant and welcoming. He raised his eyes to yours and you gave him your best smile. He melted. “One day at a time.” You replied squeezing his hand for emphasis. You relaxed and began to pull away only to stop as he held you firm, determined to not let your warmth go.

Frank always had a problem when it came to hurting you in trials. While Joey could suck it up and deal with the pain, Frank could not bear the thought of having a hook run through your shoulder and subsequently his. It was you who finally convinced him that his job was more important than your fleeting health.  You took Frank's hand in yours, engulfing him in your comfort and reassurance. “We can get through this. I will get better.” He breathed out and admitted, albeit to himself, that you were right. This was a momentary instance, a speck of nothing when compared to the kind of torture the Entity would inflict on him. And it wasn’t just himself he had to look out for, it was everyone. He had you and Joey he had to look out for. With a look apologetic regret Frank would mercilessly hunt you down and when he would lift you up and onto the meat hook he could hear you at the back of his mind saying, “Suck it up, Princess.”

They would always feel awful if you had a particularly bad day. You would trudge back to the Resort trying your best to hide from their concerned eyes your bruised limb or uneven walk but of course, they already knew what had happened. Joey would sweep you effortlessly off your feet and he would not let you walk around without his assistance. Frank, although less forward than the other, would follow behind and would pester you with questions, ‘Are you okay now?’ ‘Are you comfortable?’ ‘Anyway that he could help ease the hurt?’ They both were like oversized puppies yapping at your ankles because they heard you make a noise. You’d reassure them that you were fine and after exchanging doubtful looks between each other they would give in and give you some air.

They would listen to your stories. It's one thing to experience the pain and another thing to watch it happen. You’d tell them about how you got your injuries and more often than not you would end up a broken-down and crying mess. The image of looming figures silhouetted against an endless black sky haunts your mind. Although you all share the physical scars, the mental ones stay trapped inside you. When you would become an inconsolable disaster the boys would be by your side in an instant. By the time you regained control over your anxiety, you would find yourself buried in the arms of either Joey or Frank. You face pushed deep into their bodies as if they were trying to shield you from the monster that was yourself. It was scary, they could tell. But you weren’t alone. Not anymore. 

After a long day's work of causing and enduring pain, when your bodies would ache with collective suffering the 3 of you would find a quiet cove to all lie it. The boys would sleep on either side of you, draping their limps over you and almost drowning you in their weight. It felt good to be lost at sea with them, so far away from the pain of the day and from the pain tomorrow will bring. If for a moment, you all were at peace, happy and content in the embrace of your soulmates. 

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[crystalsoba]

Soulmate au

Dbd killers x reader

Warnings: none, enjoy!

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I don't know if this has already been done or if there's anything similar but I wanted a new kind of soulmate au so I came up with something of my own.

It has to do with the six senses including sight, taste, hearing, smell, touch, and pain. Before you find/meet your destined soulmate you only have five senses, gaining your incomplete one after meeting them.

Idk it sounds pretty good and I wanted a new kind of soulmate au, feel free to use the idea if you want.

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Frank x Reader, touch

Frank's pov,

.Frank sat next to Julie at the end of the bus carving his name into the back of the seat in front of him using his pocket knife, Julie wouldn't stop talking on and on about someone she meet the other day as she had the tendency to go on long rants if she's interested. He nodded along but wasn't really listening as he turned his attention to the grey fogged window next to him, putting his right hand to it only to feel a dull and almost empty feeling.

.He could never feel the cold window or freezing snow. It was just a numb feeling of something missing, but he gave up on finding his soulmate a long time ago as he was moved from foster home to foster home. Really he didn't mind it just became a inconvenience for him, any texture he felt was hard to figure out making it impossible to tell exactly what he was holding without looking. Temperatures were a bit impossible to differentiate, often accidentally burning himself or his friends commenting about how his room was always freezing. But that didn't matter, at the end of the day he probably won't even find his soulmate. Not that he was even trying at this point. Knowing his luck they were probably half across the world.

."Frank are you even paying attention?" Julie said in a slightly annoyed tone. Frank only responded with a slight shake of the head still being unintereasted. "Well I spoke to the new kid that moved in next to Joey, they seem at least decent. I don't remember where they're from but I'm meeting them at lunch." She was on her phone not bothering to look up anymore to check if he was still paying attention. "Oh and they're blind so be a little easy on them" after that he turned her out again as the school came into veiw.

.Once the bus stopped they both stood up from there seats and started shuffling to the small school. They both parted ways to their first classes.

Your Pov,

You stood in front of your new school, anxiety filling your senses as you refused to move or make any kind of attempt to find your way around the area. You moved with your family about a week ago, your parents needed to relocate after a series of bad events from the past month. The freezing air nipped at your skin, your coat did nothing to help shelter from the snow falling.

.You looked up but saw nothing, you wished you could see the snow falling around you. You still haven't found your soulmate, you still had hope. No point in giving up now.

.As the deafening school bell rung you were brought back to your senses. Flinching at the sudden noise you started to walk, using a cane to guide you around the stretching hallways with your hand on the wall feeling for any sign to read.

Eventually you stopped at a door with the right numbers and walked in knowing that everyone was staring at you. Your teacher greted you and told you where to sit, once you sat down you dozed off letting the minuets pass by to hopefully leave as soon as possible.

.Before you knew it the bell to lunch rang and you were eager to take a break. The day felt absolutely draining and you wanted nothing more than to relax a little. Everyone had questions for you all day, which you didn't mind so much but you could only take so much before wanting to combust. Back in your old school nobody gave you this much attention before, but to be fair it was a smaller school and an even smaller community. The kind where everybody knows each other.

.It was hard for you to navigate by yourself through the crowded halls of the school. You needed to find a girl named Julie. But you had no clue who anyone was or where anything is, which caused you to start panicking.

.You could feel your heart start to pulse faster and faster as you were pushed and bumped into by strangers. The noise became to much for you as the others around you were speaking loudly trying to be heard over one another. As you stand there frozen in fear you got bumped into by a larger student, knocking your cane onto the floor. And it was about that time where your slight panic became a full on panic attack.

.You backed up slowly with your back pressed to the lockers behind you. You needed to find someone to help you, and without hesitation you made a quick decision to latch onto the person in front of you.

.Frank was having a rougher day than he thought he'd have. He decided he'd just skip the rest of the day including lunch to escape. Not like he was learning anything new lately to even care.

.He made his way through the thick crowd of students, pushing and shoving his way through in a "don't mess with me" aura. But as he was about to round the corner he felt something latch onto the side of his hoodie.

.He reacted instantly to the startling action by quickly turning to face the person, grabbing them by the scruff of their jacket and shoving them back to the locker.

.You let out a surprised yelp as you were shoved back into place roughly, the sudden brace for impact caused you to quickly shut your eyes as your head hit the locker with a thud.

.Frank was about to land a punch before he felt an unknown feeling. He stoped just before his fist met your face he squeezed the hand he had been using to hold your jacket. It was soft...warm...textured...he felt people brushing by him. He froze. Slowly lowering his fist and let go of you.

.When you felt him let go of you, you opened your eyes. In front of you was a boy wearing a dulled worn out hoodie with a white hood and jeans. You didn't know what to do, you didn't know what was happening. It was all so sudden and rushed. You looked around at everything the people passing by, the lockers, the hallway, the colors.

.You felt your eyes start to water as you realized what just happened. The boy in front of you was in shock and you couldn't help but stare at him, his expression was hard to read as he looked down at his hands.

.Frank couldn't process it, he didn't think that he'd ever find you or even know you exist really. But here you were in front of him with tears threatening to spill. He didn't know why but it felt wrong to watch you cry. Something in his head yelled at him to do something, anything than just stand there.

.He stepped closer to you and wiped away your wet face, feeling the wet tears on your warm skin. He wanted to feel every part of you, you were so stunning, and he's never seen you before.

.You watched him savoring the moment as best as you could, he looked absolutely stunning.

."Y/n..." you really didn't know what else to say but you watched as he smiled and barely whispered the word "Beautiful" making butterflies fill your stomach.

."Lets get out of here." He said knowing that here wasn't the best place for now. And you seemed happy at the statement by nodding.

.He didn't know what he was doing but it seemed right to want to hold your hand, so soft and warm. He guided you through the halls of the school to the back exit through the administrations office to the outside. He watched as you looked up in amazement at the falling snow, in childlike wonder. Everything you looked at you looked at with such curiosity and amazement. He vowed to himself that he'd stay by your side from now to forever as he watched you play in the snow with him.

.You both walked around town while holding hands, letting you see the world and frank touch all the textures he could, including your hand. You both talked about your lives so far and where you both had been, sharing experiences and stories making each other laugh. And as the sun set you both walked back to your place staying by each others side together.

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Susie x Reader, hearing

.You were frustrated beyond belief. You trudged through the empty hallways with warm tears spilling from your eyes. Today is another soul crushing day dealing with horrible teachers, boring useless classes, and annoying students. That's what you usually dealt with. But today was a special kind of messed up. You were never the type of kid to make friends with any of the people around you, making you a social outcast by others standards. That coupled with your preference to work solo made your life hell. But the reason for the tears falling from your eyes was because of the class you just walked out from.

.It was science and for the next assignment you were all paired in groups of four for a presentation. It really wasn't going to be that bad, sure you'd probably end up doing most of the work but at least you wouldn't have to worry so much about getting a bad grade on participation. But your teacher was known for making the groups usually unfair in some way. Often times breaking friends and couples apart to pair them with people they didn't like or care about. But you don't have any friends or people you hate so they did something worse, pairing you up with the popular kids. The reason they were popular wasn't because of their personality or kindness, but the power they had.

.You walked faster to the exit of the school, eager to escape. You exited the prison to see a mile long track covered in thick snow. You sat on the stair case in frront of the door allowing you to catch your breath and stop crying. But the stains were still there. You looked up at the grey sky covered in clouds and started to wish for something in your life to go right for a change. You wanted a friend but someone that wasn't like everyone else. Someone who really cared about you and not their own image. You wanted a soulmate.

.That's how it started, one of the girls was yapping on about how they met there soulmate a year ago. At first you didn't care, simply but then one of them asked if you had found your soulmate yet. To which you shyly shook your head. And that's when you realized you had messed up. They instantly outed you from the group, making fun of you, criticizing you, laughing at you. You finally snapped when one of them said that your soulmate was probably a social reject of a person like you and was probably just a sed nobody with no future or hope left once they meet you.

.At that point you stood up and smacked the girl across the face as hard as possible, the noise echoing in the classroom. You then stormed out of the class to where you are now.

.You hugged your knees to your chest in a way to comfort yourself. You were about to stand up before you heard the door behind you open and close. You quickly tried to clear away any signs of crying from your face, but failing. You only turned your head to the figure standing behind you to see who it was.

.standing behind you was a girl wearing a slightly over sized hoodie with a plaid skirt and tights. Her hair was bright and colorful, it looked nice compared to the bland surroundings. Her face was covered and hidden by the hood she was wearing.

.You could tell she was about to ditch class before she bumped into you, she opened the door quiet enough not to alert attention and she looked rushed to get here.

.You felt embarrassed from staring at her for so long, you probably looked weird to her. She stared back at you with her head tilted as if she was curious about you. To you shock she started to sit down next to you, she didn't say anything and neither did you. You felt her lean into your side at this point you had no clue of what was going on in her head. Maybe it was some sort of joke or attempt to make you feel worse? Either way, you didn't hate it. Affection was rare here for you and she felt so warm compared to the freezing air around you.

.Susie couldn't believe her luck, she finally found you. She listened to your breathing, so calming and soothing. The outside was strangely quiet, she all ways imagined it would be louder. She always knew there was more to you, she never had the courage to actually see if she was right about her gut feelings. But she was glad she caught you like this, alone just for the two of you. She couldn't look away from you the snow and chilled air made you look like an angle.

."What....What are you doing..?" She was shocked, did you not realize you were soulmates? She looked at you with pure confusion on her face, trying to figure it out.

.You slightly regretted saying something, but you had to know what was going on at this point.

.She sighed "You don't realize, do you?" Her voice was soft and gentle compared to yours, you replied with a nod still confused. She breathed out before asking "Can you smell?" You nodded. "Can you see?" You nodded. "Can you hear" you nodded again. "Can you taste?" You shook your head in confusion to where this was going to go.

.She smiled again and slowly leaned towards you. You were frozen still in shock as she put her lips to yours, her chapstick rubbing off on your lips. She broke the kiss and leaned back to see your reaction. You took a second to reboot your brain to process what happened just now. You slowly came to realize that you could taste the chapstick she was wearing. The taste was something strange to experience, it was slightly stingy but good at the same time. She was your soulmate.

."How did you know?" You asked her. She shrugged before replying "I could hear your breathing and heartbeat." She gently reached for your hand that was freezing. "Do you want to get out of here?" She asked. You nodded your head not wanting to go back inside.

.You both got up from your spots and walked away from the school towards her house. Holding hands while you both walked.

.Once you got to her house you both talked, you showed her some of your favorite music and she had you try tasting random foods the rest of the night. Happy with how the day turned out you both stayed inside to watch movies and play a few games.

.You thanked the universe with gifting you such an amazing person as your soulmate. Promising to cherish her forever.

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#dbd killer #x reader #legion x reader #soulmate au #oneshot

[murderousxcoffee]

Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 1: At First Sight

Warnings: canon typical violence/death

Every culture, dead or alive, had a myth or two about the marks. It was more universal than floods, or world trees, or trickster animals. They said every human had a mark that matched another’s. The matching marks identified them as carved from the same rock, born from the same spirit, whatever metaphor for the soul you wanted to use. They belonged together and would always find each other.

A cute myth. But just a myth. In the safety of modern reality, billions of humans went their whole lives never meeting their soulmate. They married, had children, died, without it. And the ones who did meet their matching mark would soon find there was no guarantee of happiness, or love. Pushed into marriage by society, unable to divorce because of the old beliefs about destiny, these people who came to hate each other would find only one solution left…

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She knelt by the generator, and got to work. Her fingers were as quick as her body wasn’t. Jake crouched on the other side of the machine, already busy. Sunshine set her teeth together, focusing, focusing, through the stench of dead plants and old blood.

The game never ended. Dwight, who’d been in the Fog Realm the longest far as anyone knew, had been blunt about it: “You’re going to die, and die a lot.” And he was right. He almost always was.

A scream echoed. Sunshine hesitated, looking up into the grimy sky. She didn’t know that voice. Heavy footsteps in the quiet. A blur through the window, Meg jumping through and crawling towards the generator.

“It’s Trickster,” she whispered. 

Jake cursed.

Sunshine swallowed. She didn’t know that one yet. 

Three people made quick work of the generator. The light flared on, and Sunshine cringed. A man laughed nearby, another voice she did not recognize. Meg cried out. Jake shouted in his native tongue. She froze, a cold lump forming in her throat.

Meg ran. Jake did, too. Footsteps grew closer, a casual pace drifting in the direction Jake went off in. The Killer hummed a melody as he walked - had she heard it before? Sunshine didn’t move. Safer to stay still, maybe unseen, than run, when she was so, so slow.

The Killer came into view, and what a view it was. A Korean man with dyed hair and a pleased smile. Bare chested, bright colors, dragging a bat behind him. Sunshine did not look away. 

Snakes, she thought. Venomous snakes have bright colors to warn of the threat they are.

He walked past the generator, following Jake’s footsteps. She didn’t relax. His eyes never landed on hers. The man didn’t pause as he walked away. But he looked over her shoulder at her. His yellow eyes glowed, and he smirked.

Sunshine ran, and he did not follow.

The bastard was good. Jake got hooked when she was on the far side of the area. She saw him carry Meg off in the distance and rushed too follow. Meg struggled on the hook, shaking her head as Sunshine ran to pull her off. Ran too late - the spider legs came down, sunk into Meg’s flesh, snuffing the light from the other girl’s eyes. 

There was nothing she could do now. Sunshine stared up into the vortex that swallowed the dead. She wasn’t going to survive this either.

Under the bandages on her left arm, her mark bled.

Behind her, he laughed.

“You’re not giving up on me now, are you sweetheart?” He said.

Sunshine forced herself to run.

She had no damn stamina. She’d only been working out for three weeks before the Entity took her. Not long enough for much slimming down, getting stronger, getting faster. But even though her heart thundered and her brain screamed of the inevitability, Sunshine ran as long as she could.

The knives brought her down.

His chasing footsteps slowed back to that casual walk. Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward. Crawled away. The bloodsoaked bandage caught on the ground, tore off away from her skin, but who cared? She was going to die, again.

“I’m almost impressed.” In the corner of her eye, Sunshine saw him kneel to the ground, watching her. “You lasted longer than I thought. You must be something special, hm?”

Sunshine closed her eyes. Crawled forward another inch. Her arms ached.

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He teased. The bright colors shifted, he stood. “I don’t blame you. Anyone would be, having the honor of meeting me in person.”

A foot nudged her body, hard. Sunshine grunted in pained protest, but he pushed again, rolling her over. She kept her eyes closed, arms open, waiting for it, waiting for it.

It didn’t come.

She opened her eyes. In the moment before the bat met her head, she saw his face, his expression - eyes bright with anger, mouth twisted with disgust. She knew that look. She never, ever got used to it.

Later on, at the Campfire, Dwight frowned as she finished her story. 

“I’ve never heard about him doing that before,” he said, rubbing his chin and looking into the fire. “That’s not his usual Mori. He beat you to death with the bat?”

Sunshine nodded. Dwight shook his head, and exhaled.

“I got nothing,” he said after a moment.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Sunshine said.

“One of the others might know what his deal is,” Dwight said. “I think Yun-Jin knew him back on Earth. If you can get a hold of her…”

They both glanced at the fire. Yun-Jin was not a team player, and not one for socialization either. Sunshine let her shoulders relax.

“I guess I just have to hope it doesn’t happen again,” she said.

Dwight smiled at her, in a sad way. “Yeah,” he said. “Think that’s all you can do. Sorry.”

She smiled back at him, and tried not to think about the truth hiding in his eyes. 

It’s going to happen again.

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[mothxmoons]

DbD soulmate au Wesker, but the red thread gives him a major advantage on finding you during trials. Try all you might to get him off your trail, but there's no hiding from him... And if you do try your damn best to hide, once he finds and catches hold of you, you may as well pray! The punishment would be severe; spanking, biting, perhaps the tentacles ehe~ you name it! He'd make sure you'd never disobey and hide from him again 😋

You in a new trial and suddenly you see your string, you turn to the other survivors, they look at you and you say, “Welp. Nice knowing ya guys, good luck getting out.”

They’re very confused until Wesker comes speeding around the corner, practically slamming into a wall as he got to you. As expected, the other survivors ran off as soon as they realized what was happening.

He’s behind you in an instant and holding you close, he only ever sees you in trial and very rarely in your personal realm with him. And it’s been ages since he was allowed to rest in the realm, so thank god you’re here now, now his realm comes to him and this was the best rest he’ll be getting for a long time.

#asks! #albert wesker x reader #soulmate idea blurb