Dead By Daylight [OneShots]

The Mastermind X (Male) Reader X Chris Redfield [P1]

Requested by LuaKitsune :3

It's my first attempt at MXM content, although I am unable to quite understand such pairing I am giving it my best shot. I hope you like it.

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'You're quite soft for that.'

Sometimes, it didn't matter if it was a compliment. The other times, it wouldn't even matter at all. For sure what doesn't mean to sting could be the sharpest of all words. But even in times when this was what attracted most to you, your kindness, you couldn't help but inwardly jeer at the words as if they were those obnoxious entities at the back of your head, in that dark corner, cringing at your very essence and reminding you of your failures.

Your kindness...

"Am I?" You mumbled half-heartedly at the petite Asian who fumbled with her flashlight right beside you, the quiver of her hands not going unnoticed as she shifted in her position, moving a little closer to you as she held the flashlight up for a better view of an excuse, "I appreciate that, not to mention that the times are hard here. I was starting to believe that I was getting a little too cold in here, literally and figuratively."

The lady giggled, her sheepish childlike chuckle a cherry on the top. You didn't mind her snuggling a little closer, you knew it was common among people to seek affection at times, especially in darker times when one couldn't find even a cold shoulder. You were aware of attentions. Mother always told you that when you were to grow up into a young gentleman, women would flock around you. Spring had to be in the air probably, for it turned out to be true. You felt proud when mother showered you with love and praises, you felt proud when her prophetic visions started to show their solid hues. You were shy, but you loved attention.

You wanted attention...from him. Especially when he gave none.

By the time your cogitating had ended, the makeshift spear was done. Min clapped her hands vigorously in elated exuberance as she admired your handwork, which was whatever you could do at best at the moment. Earlier, Chris had managed to set the girl free from the deadly clutches of the extra-terrestrial creature, and in doing so had acquired the tail for a trophy.

So often, when you stared at that scar-ridden body, your heart would thud rigorously against your chest at the mere cognizance of his raw strength. You could only admire the big bruiser of a man he was from far away, only longingly staring at him and swoon. You could count on one hand how many times you had looked him in the eye. And the handful of times you had, your sight had dropped to the ground in sheer embarrassment of it.

Maybe it was that this man was always enveloped by that aura of morale you never possessed that made your blood boil, or maybe the worst, you coveted him. It was the epitome of masculinity that you could never achieve and was so out of your reach, that such perfection to exist shook the foundation of your existence. Even your appearance softened your presence; tall and lithe, warm and genial. Nothing about you, as you wished, was rough, or sharp. Your loveliness was a gift from your mother, and even though you wished what your nature as a man couldn't bestow you with, you couldn't help but sympathize with your befuddling state.

"You're just godsent!" Min exclaimed, hugging your arm like a jovial child, but the gesture took a whole different meaning when you considered how her longing sight had ensnared you like most from far away, and how so often she flitted around you meretriciously when you told a tale or two of your past to others, "I wish there was a better way to say so. No one wants to be sent here by gods."

"It is just fine. Your gesture means no harm, Min. Here, use it carefully, it is very dangerous." Your own hands shivered as you picked up the spear, the wooden shaft taken from the scraps scattered across the barren realm and attached to the tip of the tale with thickly woven ropes. It was tight enough, but you made sure it wouldn't loosen up or get torn.