Dead by Daylight Smut and Fluff

Dwight x Jake fluff

Dwight sat curled in the corner of the closet, his heart pounding, his head pushed between his knees. He panted, unable to catch his breath. He had been chased into this run down house by the killer, though he couldn't hear the heavy footsteps anymore.

He stood on shaky legs, slowly opening the door when he heard someone running up the stairs and he slammed the door, pressing himself to the back wall, trying to make himself smaller. He listened for the steps when the door to his closet was torn open and he opened his mouth to scream. Before he could get a sound out, a hand pressed to his lips and he found himself looking into the dark eyes of a fellow survivor, Jake.

Jake's hair was wild and unruly, the complete opposite of Dwight's carefully groomed locks, dry grass and dead leaves clinging to his clothes.

Jake stepped into the closet, pulling the door shut behind him when Dwight suddenly clung to him, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh thank god! I thought everyone else was dead and I was so scared because I don't know who the heck I'm running from and-"

"Everyone else is dead." Jake interrupted. "And it's Michael who's here with us."

Dwight's lip quivered before he sank to the ground, his head held in his hands. "N-no, they can't be... I just.. I just saw Ace.. He was.. he was repairing a generator..."

Jake kneeled in front of his friend, his eyes softening. He carried the weight of the team on his frail shoulders and it always hurt him when one of them was even injured, despite him knowing they would all be alive and healed for the next Trial. He gently took Dwight's hand and squeezed it.

"Well I'm still here," he said softly. "And I'll make sure we survive this."

Dwight looked at him, tears threatening to spill over when they heard heavy, dragging footsteps. Jake looked at him, his eyes determined. "There's a window in the next room. When I say now, run and jump, I'll meet you outside." Dwight quivered, whimpering softly. "Don't worry, I promise you'll be okay." He nodded slowly before Jake pulled him to his feet, holding him tightly for a second. "Get ready Dwight..."

They listened as the steps came closer before stopping in front of the closet, the handle turning slowly.

"Now!" Jake threw the doors opening, tackling the large form in front of him. Dwight ran out behind him, turning back at the doorway in time to see as Michael stabbed Jake, the knife hilt deep in his side.

"Jake!" Dwight started towards him when his sharp eyes cut through him, causing him to take a step back. "I'm sorry.." He turned and ran, his eyes blurry.

Jake stared up at the dark eyes of a mask, a scowl on his face, blood pouring from the deep wound in his side. "Go to hell." he growled before the knife was forced deeper and he was dropped. He held his side, coughing up dark blood.

Michael leaned down and picked him up, pushing him against the wall. He watched as tears welled in the young man's eyes. "Spare him..." he said quietly. "He's already hurt enough.."

He blinked behind his mask, a faint memory showing through before he released Jake from the wall, instead holding him against his wide chest. Jake tensed, preparing for the worst before his body went limp, dying in his killer's arms. Michael set him down, turning towards the stairs.

Dwight cried, his back pressed against the rough bark of a tree, his head in his hands. He was the last one.. There was no one left. He heard Michael's steps and he turned, looking up at the taller man. "Just kill me," he whimpered. "Just do it.."

He closed his eyes when he felt a large hand close around his shirt and he was suddenly lifted off the ground, Michael placing him over his shoulder. Dwight sniffled, thinking he was about to be placed on a hook when he was dropped, a rotted door in the ground next to him.

He stared at it before Michael kneeled down and pulled it open, the old hinges creaky and slow. Before Dwight could say a word, Michael turned and walked away, content in his actions.

"Th-thank you.." Dwight said softly. Michael looked back to see Dwight carefully climbing through the hatch.

Next time... The killer thought to himself. Next time...