Could You Do A Loona X Monster Hunter Reader? (Think Like Supernatural Type Hunter Of Demons And Such

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

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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.

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"If this leaks out your body going to be rotting at a alleyway. It isn't a threat, is a warning"

"Bold All the Things That Applies to Your OC

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Can we please get a part 2 to the Loona x Vampire Reader? Thanks for your time, love your stuff!

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧...

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭...

𝐓𝐖: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐰.

"This could have ended much worse."

"You're bleeding out on a chair, dumbass." Loona looked around annoyed, but her tone was more worried, as both of them sat in a hospital corridor. A line was formed of injured people, most of whom probably died while waiting their turn.

"Still. I could be sick." The vampire shrugged, letting a pained sound as his stomach hurt with the multiple bullet holes. They were covered by bandages, however, angelical damage went beyond simple scars.

"Don't move." She gripped his shoulder. "I don't want you dying on me, all right?"

A nod and a pained cough was his response.

A doctor could be seen coming, having a unicorn head that seemed false and covered in blood on his white suit.

"Try to be awake, this assholes aren't very nice."

"Really? I thought hell would have the most polite citizens." The vampire rubbed his eyes, wanting to simply sleep.

The doctor went to the patient beside them. "Are you alive?"

The voice of the patient in a hospital bed barely could be heard. "Yeah, can I go now?"

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes, can I- MHHHFG-" His head was covered by his pillow, as the doctor pulled out a suppressed handgun.

That made the vampire stand wide awake as the doctor went to him.

"Are you awake?"

"Yeah! Yeah I am, 100%" Two thumbs up came with his nervous speech.

"How wonderful." The doctor's voice came full of sarcasm. "What's your case?"

"He got shot with fucking angelic bullets." She was with her arms crossed, her foot knocking on the ground.

"Marvellous." He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote in it.

"Marvelous? Fucking marvelous- that's your answer!?"

"Well, I not paid to care for freaks that get shot on the street." He finished writing, now looking at her. "Unless he's a vampire, the best I can do is give you cocaine."

"How does cocaine help with angelic shit!?"

"It doesn't, but you be high enough not to feel it." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wait, wait, wait. I am a vampire." He bit his lip trying to stand, pushing through the pain.

"Oh?" The doctor finally showed some emotion besides boredom. "Well, it's perfect then. Follow me." The doctor didn't bother waiting, as the two were forced to go, with Loona helping the vampire with it.

"It's really good because all you have to do is drink blood, then I can request more bags here and get paid for it." He chuckled rather dryly, his mouth never actually moving. "A one in a million chance, congratulations."

"Careful not to put more emotion, you might have a heart attack."

"Wait how do you know that?" The doctor stopped, turning to them, before just shrugging. "Whatever, here we are." He opened the door to the supplies room, much cleaner than the bloody halls. "Have fun or whatever." He left.

That left both of them to enter, the vampire picking a box to sit on fast as his urge to throw up grew. "C-Can you-"

"Already on to it." Loona went to the freezer, seeing a couple of blood bags and several body parts. She just picked a bag, quickly closing the freezer door when one of the fingers started moving. She went back to the vampire and gave it to him. "So you drink through a straw or..."

He grabbed it, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Was that a joke?"

"No, it was a question- why would it be a joke?"

"I dunno, with a straw it looks like I drinking from a kid's juice box."

It was her turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No I mean, like juice like strawberry or something, not children's blood- what I mean I look childish." He bit into the bag, his teeth piercing through it and sucking the blood.

She nodded, leaning into one of the shelves. "I mean, I don't think you're childish."

He stopped drinking, looking up. "No?"

"No, man. I mean you are dumb but not childish."

"For God's sake I try to be Dracula, are you sure you don't think I'm childish?"

"No. You act better than a lot of kids I seem, especially better than my father."

"Your father? You mean blitzø?" He chuckled as she began to blush.

"Yeah Blitzø, okay fuck off with the laughter."

He started laughing more, trying to stop himself. "I mean damn, you try to be all meanie and all, and then you do stuff like this and help me out." He went silent for a bit. "I guess that's why I like you."

She huffed in amusement. "I guess so."

The two stayed there in silence, a comfortable one. Each other company was more than enough for them, this peace was rarely found in this forsaken place.

"Hey... You still going to live in that old mansion?" Loona broke the silence.

"Yeah, that's the plan. Unless a million dollars fall down my lap, then that's gonna be the plan." He chuckles, scratching his neck.

"Well... Would you like to live in my house? Just until you find a better place without freaks with angelical weapons."

"Really? You let me?" He got up from his seat surprised. "What about Blitzø, ain't he gonna complain?"

"You sleep on the couch, he thinks you aren't the kind to hit on me. I don't think he will mind."

"Of course, sure!" A bright smile on his face as he is a smoke transformed into a bat, swirling in the air. "Yippe!"

"Wow, didn't know you could do that!?" She chuckled surprised as she watched.

"Neither do I!" He laughed as he hit the ground from swirling too much. "I'm fine."