Call of oneshots

Velikan x Versatile! Reader

Grunts and nudges
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Communication maybe wasnt a big thing between the two, their presence was enough to make anyone shiver in fear.

No one knew what she looked like beneath the shark helmet and metal plates under it. Secured completely, befriending her alone was a challenge.

But not for Velikan. They clicked immediately, slight nudges when sitting next to eachother and grunts were their love language.

Although Y/N barely spoke, She made a hell of a grunt. For every person she killed, she never EVER backed down.

Y/N enjoyed velikans laugh, it made her want to continue, just to hear more of it. Enjoyable, his presence was Enjoyable.

Velikan didnt Mind Y/Ns presence aswell, he found it quite fun. Respawn matches were his thing, and it was also hers.

Instead of finding eachother intimidating, they found comfort in their abilities to co exist.

her Primary was an Oden, with her secondary being a fucking machete. The two devils were matched on Shoothouse. During the countdown, Velikan nudged her with his arms, looking down at her.

She nudged him back, until they both had a nudging war. Their clothes rustling started to annoy Roze, who wore completely black spandex.

Both turned their heads creepily to Roze, like a horror movie. The roze muttered curses.

"..." a deadly silence emerged. Roze immediately snapped back into place, sweating nervously.

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"I CAN SMELL YOUR FEAR." The words rolled off her tongue, loudly all of a sudden. Slightly startling Velikan.

He grunted, nudging her a certain way. They had these communicative nudges that meant certain phrases.

He nudged her upward on her arm, meaning Right side. She grunted softly in response, nudging him with her stockless oden as confirmation.

"CHECK FIRE! FRIENDLY!" Y/N heard a female voice speak, most likely charly. It sounded awfully close. She punched Velikan in the gut to keep him back.

He excused her behavior as natural, and let her lead the way. They ran through the shanty town, Velikan grunting to get Charlys attention.

"HHHHRRRN" was all the woman could hear before Y/N stuck her oden in her mouth, firing away. She kept Charlys head in place with her foot.

Velikan intently watched until she finished.
He passed her a thumbs up, walking normally to the other side, which was unnatural for an aggresive man like him.

They ended up winning the round, not caring too much afterwards. On the plane ride back to Base, they were of course sat next to eachother like always.

Instead of having another nudging war, they played rock paper scissors.

The first round, Y/N did rock and Velikan did paper. The second round Y/N did paper and Velikan did Rock. The third she lost aswell. She pouted the entire ride to base.

Despite all his efforts to nudge her, she stomped on his foot, meaning he should stop or somethings wrong.

"Well, howd it go?" Lerch spoke to the two shark heads.

Y/N groaned in response, cracking her back before walking away to her quarters.

"I take it didnt go great?" He chuckled, looking over at Velikan.

Velikan waved his arms up in a 'no".

"So it did go great?" He laughed.

Velikan nodded.

Roze walked by, continuing their conversation. "FYI, they played rock paper scissors in the plane and Y/N lost to velikan." Roze smirked.

"Ohhhh, so she's moody."

Velikan nodded again, huffing.

He ran after her, almost knocking his head on her door. He took one deep breath before knocking lightly on her door.

She was still in uniform, but took off her helmet to reveal the metal plates fastened on her face.

Y/N quickly moved over to the door and opened it with no hesitation. To her surprise, Velikan stood with open arms.

Without thinking, she immediately ran into them, face planting into his warm chest. He Grunted in shock of the contact.

He pulled himself close to her ears, whispering.
"Im sorry, forgive me please."