Wow I Love Free Stuff, It's More Cheap.

Wow I love free stuff, it's more cheap.

Anarchist Arms Dealer, mostly friends with IMP and funnily enough Striker (both hate Royals)

Could you do a Loona x Monster Hunter Reader? (Think like Supernatural type Hunter of demons and such where they know *how* to kill things but are still human) that's enemies to lovers?

If not that's cool! Hope you have a wonderful day! :D

𝙹𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝟑 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝟑 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐨𝐰. 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞!

𝐓𝐖: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

"Shoot at that thing, for god's sake!"

White and black figures ran through the tense pine forest one of them took shots with a revolver at the moving blur following them. One of them tripped face first, pointy hoods falling by his side, legs trying to crawl away before blood smeared the old oak tree.

"They got Fred!"

The individual with the black tunic stopped, eyes frantic as he looked behind. Aiming with shaky hands in the general direction.

"Don't stop, it gets us-!"

A grotesque scream came as he looked behind, the body hitting a tree as it fell limp, the red symbol on the back being meaningless by the blood gushing from the headless body.

He looked in the direction where the body came from, seeing a tall figure mist the trees. The fur covered its body with blood dripping from its sharp fangs, ears leaned back on the top of its head, eyes focused on the prey in front as it leaned back to jump at the man.

"I KILL YOU!" Shoots hit the beast, harmless against it as it went for the kill.

Before getting knocked back by another shot.

The man looked down at his weapon, surprised it suddenly worked so well.

Before his knee got blown off, he screamed in anguish as he fell on the ground holding it.

A third figure came mist the trees, a man wearing a priest robe with a gas mask on his face. It stopped beside the man, looking disgusted at him. "I deal with you later, being off hate." His voice muffled but with an undying certainty of his actions. He turned for the still-downed beast. "Get up, demon."

The werewolf got up, snarling with an annoyed glare as it went to the moonlight, revealing to be in clothes similar to an emo girl. "For fuck's sake, you again!?"

"I could say the same, ungodly beast. However, I wouldn't be so crude." A deadpan stared as he pumped back his shotgun.

Both started circling each other, ready to attack at any moment, narrowed in like gladiators in a small arena.

"Fuck off! I have enough of this shithead bullshit I don't need anymore." She growled, walking sideways to not lose sight of the Hunter.

"I wouldn't need it either if the racist was by himself, however hell and heaven seem to want his death." The gun was pointed and the finger on the trigger, waiting for any sudden movement.

"Aren't you supposed to forgive his sin or something like that?" Her eyebrow went up.

"God is the only one who can truly forgive and it's my job to send sinners to him."

"So just let me fucking kill him!" Her eyes are livid with her claws fully out.

"If you think you leave this place unhurt you are mistaken."

"Then come on! Shoot your shot, goody two shoes!"

"Ladies first, Demon."

A silence filled the air, the tension so thin it could be cut by a knife. The two stared at each other, eyes on any possible movement.

"Can y'all at least kill me first?" The man said holding his leg, skin pale as snow. "I think I going to die already."

"Shut up, you-" The wolf turned to the man, giving him the perfect opportunity for a shot.

Silver bullets flew through the air as she hastily dodged, getting a few cuts as oak parts exploded, sending wood splinters to the ground.

The hunter pumped the gun fast, as she ran to him. Her claws swung as he rolled over, quickly turning to shoot at her, now hitting her shoulder.

A snarl came out as she backed him with her hand, sending him to the ground and rolling. One of the glasses broke from the mask to reveal more clearly his death glare.

He got up as she pounced, trying to take advantage, but he used the gun to hold her mouth.

She bit the gun, trying to tear it apart but its silver still made her jump away, a taste of venom in her mouth.

"You believed I thought you wouldn't do that?"

"Shut up!!" She bends down running on all fours, barely escaping another group of bullets, hitting the ground and sending dirt over her body. This time she pounced and bit his shoulder, making him drop his shotgun and drop to the ground.

She continued biting, not wanting to let it out until the human bled out, but the hunter pulled out a wooden cross, getting rid of the tip to reveal a stake that went right to her spine.

She curved from pain, making her drop him.

He crawled away, facing her as he took out a 1911, ready to shoot. However, another one took its chance as bullets flew to her and hit her leg.

The racist stood, barely alive, eyes bloodshot with an ugly snarl more similar to an animal. "Fucking condom lovers, I bring you down as I go up in heaven!" He pumped as the hunter shot him.

He hit his torso, but that didn't stop him from shooting the hunter's hand, a muffled cry coming out.

The man kneels to the ground him pain, and now the three are extremely in pain. Looking at each other to see who moved first.

The racist took his last force and got up, trying to execute the demon, however, its bullets were all spent.

The hunter took off, running and pushing the other to the ground. He quickly grabbed the shotgun and before the other could act, hit him with the back of the gun like a club.

He hit him, again and again, blood smearing the cold ground as the man's face became unrecognizable, only stopping when bones were the only thing left in the puddle of gore.

He breathed out, quickly, still on top. He slowly got up, going for the pistol on the ground.

The beast tried to run at it first but tripped, head first as he grabbed the gun, pointing at her.

"Is in my power to rid you of this earth." Blood dripped from his mouth, leaking to the underside of his mask. "However, it seems luck got to you first." He pocketed his gun as he sat beside her.

She tried getting up, falling again and in the end sitting by his side too.

Both stared at the body in front of them.

"You fucked him up good." She coughed out as she spoke.

"That's a way of describing it." Be shrugged as he took a canteen from his pocket, drinking it with his mask lifted slightly. When finished he handed it to her.

"This... Won't kill me slowly right?" Her eyebrow raised as she took it, inspecting it.

"If it would kill, it would be quick." He gulped, trying to keep the blood in. "I have no pleasure in suffering."

"Not what that guy would say." She took a sip, and seeing nothing happened, drank a little bit more.

"He was simply a rare case. Normally I wouldn't have been discovered."

She hummed in a sarcastic tone.

He gazed at her. "I have you know I don't judge your way at hunting, merely the fact you interrupt my hunts. You should do the same."

"Oh?" She chuckled with difficulty. "And what would you do if I didn't do it?"

"I would die first and leave you alone."

She stared at him in silence, furrowed eyebrows. "You can't just do that. The only way is you blowing your brain out."

"Exactly."

"... And wouldn't you go to hell or something? I didn't think you would do that."

"You have a lot of worry for someone who would be happy about it."

She coughed, hitting her throat to stop the sudden fit. "The hell man, I don't want you to kill yourself!"

"No, but you do want to be near me."

"What-"

He turned to her "Don't you start it, since our first encounter you have been coincidentally more and more appearing to stop my jobs, even killing cultists and beasts before I get there, just so you can laugh at my face." He was leaning in, next to her face even if it hurt. "You aren't exactly sneaky about it."

Her blush was visible, as she looked at anywhere but him. "N-No..."

"Even near death, you seem to surprise me." He shook his head, removing his gas mask.

She stared at him, watching in disbelief as she saw his face for the first time.

"Is it nice?"

"W-What?" She stopped admiring him to look at his eyes.

"My face, is it nice?"

"I g-guess so."

"We are even then."

Before she could understand he leaned him for a peck, going frigid as his lips met hers, even for only a moment. He hugged her, his face burrowing into her neck.

"Just hold me until I go."

"W-Why you doing this!?" Even then she held him, not refusing.

"Because... Well, heaven is the place where one finds himself with wonderful bliss. And I believe I found mine before death."

She was shocked, but even then she didn't dare to let him go. Even when she was sure a portal opened nearby she didn't let him go.

She didn't want him to go.

:3

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Put this on that bad boy and it's going to be beautiful. Gonna appear like you need to click to see more like this:

And badam 2k words and no scrolling 2 years to see a dumb meme.

(If you knew this already I sorry)

So uhhh…I just finished writing Alastor’s part, and it’s almost 2k words long. I guess I’m going to have to upload them separately because I don’t want y’all scrolling through all that, even though I only planned to write for him, Lucifer, & Adam 😭

Update: It’s 2.2k words long. Ah, fuck me.

Oh.

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I feel like this is the perfect time to fake my death-

Do you know what 'smut' is? If so, do you have an issue with smut of you?

Smut? That's quite a curious word. I'm afraid I must admit I have no idea what that word means! Hah!

Smut of me? Oh dear. What could that word possibly mean? Smut? Are you talking about a small flake of dirt? That's quite odd.

I must say Niffty loves to blabber on about that word a lot.

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts