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boredwrites · 9 months

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Hi! So I saw your post where you said to just message you but the message thing wasn’t there so I hope it’s okay I’m doing it this way. Anyway. I was wondering if you could write a Kyle Crane x reader fluff? I don’t have any qualifications or desires other than it be fluff and romantic. If not don’t feel pressured I’ve just noticed crane x reader fics are minimal to none lmao

Kyle Crane fluff hcs

Thanks for requesting! Very rare to get Dying Light x reader content. Since there's no plot idea, these will just be general fluff hcs.

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First of all, Kyle is a gentleman. I'm talking about opening doors for you, pulling your chair out and pushing it in, etc. Even if you're a runner, desensitized to gore and nasty stuff, he'll keep treating you like royalty (to the best of his abilities).

When he can find the time, Kyle loves slow dancing. When you're both in a safe zone and a nice song comes on the small radio, he always takes you by the hand and pulls you into a dance.

He is very protective over you. He doesn't like it if/when you go outside. Not because he doesn't trust you. It's other people he doesn't trust. And zombies. So he insists he comes with you every time.

If you two come across any of Rais's thugs or any other thieves, Kyle will insist you stay behind him and let him take care of them. He loves being the protector. If any of the men lay a hand on you, he's going feral. He knows you can take care of yourself, he just can't stand the thought of you getting hurt.

This man? This man right here? He's a cuddler. He looooves cuddles. He loves to lay on his back with your head on his chest and body between his legs. He loves running his hand through your hair. He feels so proud of himself if you fall asleep on him. He's so happy you trust him enough.

When he's out, Kyle keeps an eye out for anything you'd like. A certain flower, clothing, cigarettes (if you smoke), anything. He loves your reactions to all his gifts.

If you get bit, this man will not hesitate to give you a dose of Antizin before himself. Don’t argue with him, it’ll make him upset.

Sooooo good with kids. If you have a kid or a kid sibling, he will be their best friend forever. I’m not kidding, this guy loves kids. If you don’t, he totally understands and won’t be upset by that. But good lord he wants one.

If you have plushies, please tell him their names. If they don't have any, he'll give them names. Like genuine names like Ellie, Thomas, Sam. But of course he'll make an exception for some like Sir Buttons, Son of Knight Stuffins the Fourth.

Kyle is a dog person and will bring home a dog if he finds one. Don't worry, the virus only affects people, not animals. He and the dog will both give you puppy dog eyes to convince you to let him keep it. No point in telling him no. All he'll hear is yes.

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deadfileinthecabinet · 1 year

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Damn thighs.

#dying light #procreate #digital art #sketch #dying light kyle crane #kyle crane #Spotify #I’m sorry but thighs #muscles yeah

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saevus-brutalis · 2 years

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did someone say more Dying Light content?

Kyle mr. receding hairline Crane

#bark bark sir #mans be fucking lots with this hairline awooga #time for the mercenary baddie #pov ur tryna wipe the blood of his face #my heart might not go brrr like it does for aiden but boyy do i like him too #kyle crane #dying light #dying light art #dying light fanart #dying light 2 #techland #dying light kyle crane #dying light 2 stay human #saevus-brutalis art #saevus brutalis art #brut art

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crane-on-a-crane · 2 years

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Very short oneshot where Kyle Crane comforts you after a failed mission.

🏷 hurt/comfort, father figure kyle crane

✏️ 358 words (told ya it was short)

Your body ached, sharp jolts of electricity burned its way through you, begging you to rest. But you couldn’t stop, The Tower was in your sights.

Come on, just a little further.

Clawing your feet across the concrete, screaming at your legs to keep pushing, you finally feel the entrance of The Tower engulf you in it’s loving embrace.

“They’re back!” One of the guards announced to the rest of the building’s dwellers, lifting you effortlessly with one arm, hoisting you onto the first floor.

The guard shot you a worried look, noticing your dishevelled appearance, but let you go.

Part of you was relieved, having to recall the events that just transpired was not exactly high on your priority list.

Your bed’s soft song sang to you, calling you into it’s arms. You made a bee-line for your room, but a strong pair of arms landed on your shoulders.

“Hey! How was the mission?” The voice said, filling your body with a homey and warm feeling.

You turned to face the owner of the arms planted on you.

Kyle Crane.

He looked you up and down, his soft and happy demeanor instantly fading.

“Shit kid, what happened?”

You stayed silent.

“Hey, you can talk to me.” He murmured, kneeling down to your eye level.

You shook your head, crunching your nose and eyes at the images of the scene flooded back to you.

His face hardened, noticing your body shivering.

He reached out to you, inviting you into his arms, which you immediately accepted.

Your body sunk into his, instantly feeling the warmth radiating off of him and onto you. He wrapped his arms around you with the type of tenderness that was long forgotten in the unforgiving new world you lived in. He rested his head on top of yours, making a conscious effort to be as gentle as possible.

“You’re safe now, okay? I promise. I won’t let anything hurt you,” he whispered. You nodded, face buried into his shoulder. “You are safe.”

You both remained unmoving for a few minutes. Your fear and adrenaline melted away as Crane engulfed you in his gentle arms.

[ a/n : sorry this is so short! i have assessments and stuff to do which consumes a lot of my brain power. let me know if you guys like this! i might write more of a fleshed out version in the future.]

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tafferling · 2 years

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Apply Crane to mooks.

Dying Light | Kyle Crane | The Arena

#Dying Light #Kyle Crane #Dying Light Kyle Crane #TW: Blood #TW: Death #TafferGifs #I have wanted to make a good set of these two for YEARS

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malimangle · 2 years

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Logistics of Chickens in The Tower: AKA Kyle Crane Torturing Himself (Again)

In the first Dying Light game, there’s a mini side-quest where you can find this dude Khaliq his glasses. Attached to this quest is an objective to find a gardening book.

Once you give him those things, the Tower'll gain a goofy little rooftop garden that looks like it flourishes. Which is totally bitching because then folks get fresh produce. Hell yeah! So fun. No scurvy or whatever for these guys.

But I got to thinkin’. Rooftop garden is all well and good. Love produce. Lettuce??? So here for that shit. But you know what makes produce even BETTER?????? Protein! Which must DECIDELY be in short supply, countless human bodies not-withstanding since I doubt the survivors would have any interest in cannibalism. Yes, they’ve got what looks like canned ham, but canned meat is fucking gross. And given that live animals seem like a rare commodity, I was like:

"The Tower would probably LOVE to have a couple chickens since eggs are multi-use and they don't need TOO much to eat (compared to humans) and they do well with produce. Which the Tower is sure to have an excess of. I mean, fuck, I grew cucumbers in AZ heat, dead of summer, and I still had fucking WAGONS full of cucumbers in a matter of weeks. Like, a genuinely unconscionable amount. And as it turns out, you get real sick of those after a hot min. If I know humans, there’s like a 100% chance that after five straight weeks of eating cucumbers for their fresh produce of the day, people would be fucking beside themselves. But chickens wouldn't be."

But then I thought of the logistics of trying to get chickens from bumfuck middle of nowhere all the way over to the Tower, and then up the Tower without anyone being seriously maimed, and I was like, "There's no way they would though. Too much work."

Then I was like.

“Oh. I forgot about Sir Masochist Kyle "I climbed to the top of Infamy Bridge at ass o'clock for fucking lightbulbs" Crane" and I was like “...He totally would."

So now I have this truly Kyle-torturous idea where he finds a couple bedraggled chickens scampering around a backyard on the outskirts of the slums--near the ocean, past Infamy bridge, past the Ferry station, nearby the Railroad station safe zone where Rais' men were with the dynamite. A VERY specific area.

Here’s how it goes. So he finds these chickens, right. And obviously he radios Brecken like "Hey Harris. Uh. I found some chickens. Live ones. We have shittons of cucumbers and I’m pretty sure these lil guys eat those. Do you think we have a place we can put em? Bcus like, eggs are good. And stuff."

and Brecken's like "You found fucking what"

"Chickens."

"LIVE chickens."

"...Yeah."

Brecken sounds like he cannot fucking believe their luck. He's like "If you don't bring those little bastards back, I will actually stab you. Where are you? Alfie's friends helped fix up a car and I could send em over if it's an accessible location" and it is decidedly Not an accessible location so Kyle, resident try-hard, is like "Nah don't worry about it. It's just a couple hungry chickens. I got this."

",,,You HAVE dealt with chickens before, yeah?"

"Well,,,no, but they're just chickens. I can hold one in a single hand. How hard could it be?"

He doesn't understand why Brecken laughs and laughs and laughs at him. Brecken's just like "No, I'd love to see you try, really, but seriously, just stay there. I'll send some Runners over to help."

Kyle's mildly offended. Yes, he's a city boy. Yes, he's never really encountered chickens in his life. But he is a grown ass man. These are just a bunch of sleepy-looking feathery fucks. They're cute, even! It's gonna be fine. He'll just....meet the Runners halfway, alright? So he tries to pick up a chicken.

Dude.

This is where this chicken goes fucking ballistic. With unadulterated rage held at an intensity that does not, at ALL, seem like it should fit into that itty bitty feather body, this chicken kicks the shit out of Kyle. It takes him thirty minutes to wrestle--LITERALLY WRESTLE--five hollering chickens--two roosters and three hens--into a busted ass cage. He is yelling the ENTIRE time.

By the time he’s done, I’d imagine he could hear several Virals pounding the shit out of the barb wire fence and is Praying that it holds. Once these asshole chickens are securely locked in, they are still hissing and spitting at him, Virals are spitting and hissing at him in equal measure, he is covered in a multitude of cuts, he is just a little faint from mild blood loss and heat exhaustion, and he is embarrassingly close to frustrated tears.

He stabs the Virals through the fence with mute, rage-filled precision, grabs the chickens, throws a couple bags of their heavy-ass feed into his backpack, and off he trots, moving down to the coast and following it to just before the Ferry station (less Infected near the water--fuck that tunnel by the gas station hide-out), hugging it all the way under Infamy Bridge, up the road and all the way to the Fisherman's village, then up the road, up to the cell tower(?) safe house, and then down towards some of the slums, and then towards Zere's research trailer.

By the time he nears the Tower, the chickens are making such a ruckus that he's been relentlessly swinging his sword one-handed at encroaching zombies and he is YELLING at the chickens to just shut the fuck up.

So obviously, Spike is drawn outside by the noise. He comes to a scene of Kyle Crane, covered in blood, holding a writhing crate of chickens in one arm, and battling back easily 20 zombies with a sword one-handed. The guards are frozen, watching the spectacle, so he kicks em into motion and in seconds, the zombies are decimated by bullets.

Crane turns to look at him with a look of SUCH despair and he says, distraught, as Virals immediately start shrieking from somewhere scarily nearby, "Why. Why would you shoot guns?" and Spike feels really bad.

So Kyle books it back to the Tower, makes it up all those stairs in less that two minutes as Virals just start to get their eyes on him, and he all but throws the chickens at Blake, one of the dudes who guards the entrance. Kyle crawls up the wall to the Tower landing. Flops on his back. Does not move. Blake peers down at him, concerned.

"You alright?"

Blake looks warily at the extremely angry chickens in the crate. Kyle just shoots him a look of utter despair. Blake nods, and wanders off to find bandages. Eventually Kyle hauls himself up, and radios Brecken. "The chickens are at the fucking Tower. Tell me where I'm putting these little bastards or so help me GOD, Harris."

Brecken's like "Holy SHIT, Kyle. My runner's have been looking for you for ages. Let me radio em back--we set up a coop for them on the roof."

Kyle scrubs his face. "FINE." and he picks up the chickens. Trudges to the elevator. Goes up to the top, climbs the stairs to the roof, and finds Khaliq, who looks like he's trying VERY hard not to laugh at the look on Kyle's face.

"Let me take those from you, friend." Khaliq says consolingly. "You'll be the first to get some scrambled eggs, I'll make sure of it."

Kyle goes into the fenced in "coop" himself. Puts the crate of chickens in the coop. Stares at it, heaving. "I don't even fucking like eggs. They're gross. They're so gross." One of the chickens does not appear to appreciate this honesty and lets out a particularly loud caw. "Shut UP." Kyle goes, and kicks the side of the crate because he apparently, at this point, has the rage-impulse-control of a twelve year old.

Unfortunately, God shows yet again that He does not like twelve year olds and the crate busts open. Not only do the chickens gang up on Kyle for one last hurrah in beating the living shit out of him, not only is this the scene that Brecken comes to the roof just in time to see, but Kyle ALSO gets to onlook in utter despair as all five chickens make a break for the open coop door, haul ass to the edge of the roof, and fucking jump off.

He just. He just lays there on the ground, face pressed to the top of the roof, while Brecken and Khaliq lose it.

Thankfully, the chickens are aerodynamic and take awhile to fall. And they fall right into the arms of the runners who'd been called back from looking for Kyle, and--since the chickens are now paralyzed with terror--they are very cooperative all the way back up, and they make it safe and sound into the coop after all.

Now. We are not done YET. Bcus recall.

There is a recurrent easter egg in the Dying Light games where chickens are aliens.

So there is one night. Where Crane is on the roof of the tower, enjoying the air, because he had this awful nightmare of chickens eating his organs and crawling out of his ribcage. He goes over to go angrily pelt them with cucumber chunks because it IS helpful--it feeds them--and he gets some satisfaction out of nailing them on the heads with the cucumbers chunks since it doesn't hurt them--just startles them

But as he rounds the corner to see the chickens, all five of them are crowded around a mysterious looking device and speaking into it.

"Yes, we tested him. His perseverance was most admirable. Anger control leaves a bit to be desired, but he was ruthlessly effective. He may be a good candidate for our blessing."

He stares. Rubs his eyes.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" He says, shaking his head in utter disbelief. He prays to God that he is hallucinating. God does not answer.

Instead, one of the chickens turns to him, real slow. Crawls onto the side of the coop with very un-chickenlike crawling skills. Looks him directly in the eyes.

"No one will ever believe you." The chicken says. "Ba-cawk!" and it falls backwards into the coop, alongside the others, which are now acting remarkably more chicken-like.

The mysterious device is now gone, having disappeared while Kyle was distracted by the chicken looking into his eyes.

Kyle stares at the chickens for awhile. He wishes he could say he was thinking, pondering, even. But there are literally no fucking thoughts in his head. He has a big capacity for bullshit--his fuckbudget is massive. But somehow. Finally. He has finally encountered something that does not fit into it.

He goes to bed. He never fucking tells ANYONE.

(And when he wakes up one morning with a chicken stood on his chest, face inches from his, he just goes back to sleep. He does not get paid enough for this, or enough to ponder WHY he's a little more aerodynamic after that. No, sir.)

And bam that’s how the Tower would get chickens.

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