Dead By Daylight OneShots (CLOSED)

Quentin x Leatherface

Quentin yawned, looking around at the map that he was in. He's been on trails a fucking lot already. He hasn't even gotten a few minutes but he used to before he would wait to be thrown into the match. 

He heard a faint chainsaw make him chuckle. Must be Leatherface or Bubba, but Quentin referred him to as Junior since it seemed to sound a bit better. 

To prevent falling asleep and boredom, he decided to run the killer around while the other three started to do generators. He began to run over to where his heartbeat and his gut feeling told him that he was getting closer. 

He felt a tug in his heart. Pity? Fear? He didn't know but when he peered around the tree, his eyes formed into concern. Leatherface wasn't moving and seemed to have the saddest look in his eyes. Quentin watched him for a while but made no movement, even when the first generator started. His shoulders were slumped and his mallet swung loosely at his hand. 

"Bubba?" Quentin asked, causing him to jump. Leatherface wasn't used to Quentin calling him by his real name and was more used to Quentin calling him Junior. "Are you okay?" Quentin asked, walking over to him. 

Bubba let out a sigh, a heartbroken sigh. The kind that made it tug at your heart. Quentin noticed that he slumped down, his head rested against the wall. Quentin, without hesitation, joined him. 

Quentin didn't want to pry so suddenly. fearing he'd only push Bubba into more of a protective state. Quentin smiled and began to find white flowers and a soft pink one. He began to pluck them, weaving them together, along with four or three-leafed clovers. 

Finally, he made a sturdy flower crown and gently placed it on Bubba's head. This caused a giggle that came from him, causing Quentin to smile happily. Quentin sat back down, resting his head on Bubba's shoulder. 

"Want to talk about it?" Quentin offered, holding his hand. Quentin noticed he began to fidget, which made Quentin hold his hand even more. Bubba could feel his face burning but loved the comfort the male gave him. 

"I-I don't want to do this anymore. I only do it to silence those judgmental glares from my family if I don't eat people or hurt them. Or the small voices that the Entity puts in my head just to make me crazy. I just can't deal with it anymore!" Bubba whimpered, feeling tears roll down his face. 

Quentin slowly wiped them off but he wasn't done. "I just want a friend. Someone who doesn't mind visiting me but one look at me they run and hid. I'm just so tired of this." He sobbed into Quentin's shoulder, who rubbed his back. 

A murderous killer crying into a survivors shoulder about how he hated the way he was. Quentin couldn't say he didn't believe that but he could say he wouldn't have been surprised. 

"Why do you stay? You could be escaping right now?" Bubba asked. "Well, I care about you," Quentin told him. Bubba was about to open his mouth when he remembered the flower crown and that he was still holding his hand. 

An idea surfaced in his mind as he got closer to Quentin. who helped fill the gap. "I care about you too," Bubba told him, as he rested his forehead on Quentin's gently. Bubba's hands on Quentin's cheek and Quentin's on Bubba's shoulders. 

They're breaths mingled as they both shared the same blush. They looked up and held each other's gentle stare until Quentin couldn't take the tease anymore. Quentin kissed him gently, his arms tightly around Bubba neck but not to where he couldn't breathe. 

Quentin gently bit his lip and gave it a slight rug while Quentin felt hands finding a way up his shirt. Within seconds and without even realizing it, Quentin was on the ground with Leatherface above him, shirtless. Quentin's eyes shone in shock for a few seconds before another hot steamy kiss. 

Quentin couldn't help but let his hands explore Bubba's body, noting how toned and smooth this skin was to his cut and blistered fingers. He had forgotten to ask Dwight to hive him some gloves next time so he wouldn't fuck up his hands. 

Kisses and love bites were left, some so intense that they looked like a bruise at first glance. Marks over their chest and neck, along with two blushing faces. "I love you, Junior," Quentin told him, his head was laying on his chest when Bubba had just collapsed next to him. "Y-You do?" Quentin never heard two words that hurt so much, that shattered his heart. This caused him to swallow Bubba in a tight, love filled hug. "More than anything," Quentin promised. 

Bubba smiled as he nuzzled his head gentle against Quentin's neck. They held each other in the small clearing as they fell asleep, the moon casts its shadow with a few stars twinkling above them. Bubba couldn't keep his eyes open anymore and fell asleep, his last sight being Quentin. His beanie covering most of his hair but some ended up covering his face with his arms wrapped around Bubba in a caring manner. It made him smile and feel loved for a first time in a long while.