Hello!! Can I Request About Monster Task Force 141 + Knig & Horangi, If Thats Alright For You!

Hello!! Can I request about monster task force 141 + könig & horangi, if thats alright for you!

Where reader is a pyramid head instead and I like to see their reaction reader having a pyramid head c:

EXCUSE ME!? ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS ASK?!???!? Cuz if you are, sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I am still breathing! I might be kneeling for this concept, but I am still breathing.

Pyramid Head!reader

Headcanon

Pairing: Monster 141 + König + Horangi x male?reader

Cw: blood, gore, canon-typical violence, gun violence, betrayal, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2k

You looked like you came right out of a horror game, a tall, muscular figure hidden under black and dark brown fatigues, thick thighs supporting the big, rusted pyramid that hung from your head and stocky arms that could bend a man in half as easily as it was to rip paper in two. Despite being slow and stumbling around, you were an entity to bring on high-stakes missions, letting you break through their defences with a heavy hand and even heavier attacks, crashing through walls and stalking the walls for your next victim.

They were all shocked when Price talked them into accepting you,  gathering them into the debrief room with your file, or your lack of one. It wasn’t easy, having you permanently transferred to their Task Force when you were so sought out by other teams for help as a long-standing mercenary and an entity. So Price was overjoyed that  Laswell had managed to get you to themselves, waiting for you at the tarmac on the day you were to land. 

Mixed feelings were being shared between his team when they watched you amble down the slope, head hung lowly, the tip inches from the ground. You were intimidating in person, seeming much bigger than life, finally being able to see you rather than hear of you, the haunting reputation that followed you around like a shadow. You weren’t a Ghost, someone reputed for having no living record and past, or his intimidating presence; nor were you a scary mercenary from KorTac, dangerous and imposing. You weren’t an efficient and fast-moving unit like the 141, you were just a one-man army powerful enough to rip a man in two and wield that heavy Greatsword, and despite it being a bit old-fashioned, you used better than man could use a rifle. 

Price, as first mentioned, was glad his hard work came to fruition, having someone like you on his side when it mattered was amazing. He might’ve been slightly worried about his boys reacting negatively towards you, Ghost, especially with his volatile hate and distrust of strangers. Only to be reassured when he saw how, unlike the way you carried yourself on the field, you were a gentle soul, a silent one but caring nonetheless. He watched you take care of his boys, wandering behind Gaz or Rudy when they returned injured, a looming figure that cast a protective shadow over them. You were like a pillar, solid and dependable, going out of your way to get anyone that strayed behind, turning your head at a slight angle to stop a bullet from hitting the one you were protecting, and caring for them. He may not be able to hear you speak a word, to be able to hold a conversation and listen to you tell them how much you cared about him and the others, but he knew you loved - he knew you were able to love. 

Ghost was distrustful of you, one with a shadow as big as yours or someone he’d worked alongside before. He kept you at an arm’s length, never too close to him so he could protect himself from another betrayal, the hurt and the sadness that came along with being betrayed by someone he trusted, and never too far so that he could watch you, analyse every thought or act you made, to stop you from hurting them before you could. He’s seen you in the field and worked on the same side, he knew that every little detail about you on the reports was true, not illusions and delusions, but factual events that happened with you beside them. He won’t lie, you were an asset - he hated using that word on any hybrid, monster or entity, but it was the truth - that people vied for and they were just lucky that you had their back and they had your undying loyalty. Your occasional sparring with him, Price and König only reinforced your care for them, holding back until he barked at you to fully come at him, you’d hesitate, but never for long. You cared for him as he cared for the others, he could see it, and now, his care was extended to you as well.

Soap was like an excited puppy meeting a new friend, past the intimidating facade and the trailing shadow behind you, you were nice. You reminded him of Ghost and König, the tall, imposing and silent figure, but unlike them, you only replied in grunts and groans, your body language being the biggest way for them to understand you. You were patient with him, bearing with his overenthusiastic tail that kept tapping your thigh and arm whenever or his rambling, your large pyramid nodding slowly, humming when you agreed with him and grunting when you disagreed. You were fun to be around, when he, Rudy and Gaz went around, bringing you along with him to play a little game, you wouldn’t snitch and you wouldn’t say a word, only shaking your head when Price or Ghost asked if they were behind it (the Captain and Lieutenant went along, seeing as they could enjoy themselves after a hard and stressful mission). He could be as shamelessly chaotic as he wanted with you, he didn’t have to entertain the egos of others or maintain a certain level of dignity, he could be himself like he could with the others. He didn’t feel like a burden beside your lengthy shadow, he felt like he was protected, and safe, but most importantly, he felt loved.

Gaz was tentative, not overly enthusiastic as Soap nor as suspicious as Ghost, he was a good mix of them both, guarded but welcoming. He didn’t mind sitting next to you and being the one to start the conversation since you always replied in hums and groans, hands moving to form the words that you couldn’t form under the pyramid. He only truly became comfortable when you went to the trouble of going back for him, stomping through the group that surrounded him when he crashed down, watching you rip the enemy apart with your swinging Greatsword that was too heavy for anyone to lift was breathtaking. Despite witnessing a scene right out of a slasher movie, his teammate in a rusted, pyramid head soaked in blood and guts, you gave him a hand and took his hand with the gentlest squeeze he ever felt. Then the little stunt you helped cover when he, Soap and Rudy were caught doing a prank on one of their leading commanders. He could depend on you, practising sign language to better understand you and simply wanting to hold the hands that saved him.

Alejandro, as usual, was easy to get along with, his charismatic and warm mannerism was easier to open up to. He might’ve been betrayed and lied to many times, but he knew a liar when he saw one after the whole Shepherd fiasco, so he knew you meant well (not that he could see your face for any indications). Unlike others of his rank, he preferred the respect given through comradery over respect through rank, he kept close to the people he worked with in the long run, forming bonds to cherish like he did with the Los Vaqueros and the men of 141. Withholding the same idea, he worked his way through your file and approached you with someone who’d won his respect and admiration from the black Ops you participated in and the people you bled to save. It was a quality he liked about you. While still being professional, he held you, he encouraged you, he embraced you just the way you were, and you reciprocated it without a second thought. 

Rudy had his reservations about you, something strong, something big, something powerful, something caring, but never something deadly, dangerous or selfish. From what Alejandro told him, he couldn’t bring himself to be doubtful of your loyalty and devotion, and from what he’s seen on the field, you weren’t deserving of the reputation of a bloodthirsty monster that followed you as it did Ghost and König. You had something that made you stand out, maybe it was the contrast in your character when you looked so menacing: your softness, the gentle edge in your actions, the comforting quality in your muted response, and your active protection on and off the field. He appreciated the way you brought more to the Task Force, another pillar of stability, another ear to rant to, another person to hold, or another friend to laugh with. Even the little pranks he’d join in on, getting his commanding officers red with rage and breathless from laughing and leaving you to cover for them, your hands speaking the words you couldn’t mutter outside of simple sounds. He often ended up in the same predicament when he couldn’t stop himself, cheeks rosy and warm, heart beating fast, fingers fumbling with each other and words coming out in breathless puffs, he knew what he felt and he wasn’t so bothered by it.

Horangi wasn’t sure what to make of you, you weren’t quite human, nor were you a monster, you were a mix of both, a creation of human and monster grief and pain. Little was known about entities and Eldritch beings, and being a feline monster made him naturally curious, or slightly curious. He observed you, watching you from afar without actually interacting with you, slinking around you, golden eyes narrowing at you like a tiger in a hunt. He didn’t dare approach you until he got to know your small cues, the danger you could pose - if you could pose any from what he saw, too gentle for the creature you were - to him or the others. He only stepped forward to talk to you when König made him, feel skittish and slightly awkward for feeling like such a stranger towards someone who took multiple bullets for him when he was down. He held his head high and voice stable while he pushed through his awkwardness, listening to your soft hums and low grunts in reply to his words, he was surprised to see König so engaged in this conversation when he had an aversion towards new people. Honestly, he was just surprised that König talked so much about you. If there was anything good, he would be the first to hear about it from König. He came to know you through König and the time you spent together on missions, hostage rescue and noisy infiltrations. Your small ticks, your little quirks and your verbal handicap were all things he came to learn and like, nearly making it his duty to watch you from the side as you stumble through the halls with your back hunched over from the weight of your pyramid.

König didn’t try approaching you until he absolutely had to, or if he needed you. Be it to give you an order, to ask you something, or during Ops, it would only be a few words here and there, never something long-drawn as he had with the other men or Laswell. It was only after being sent on a quick and easy task that he let you in, letting you calm him down after his unpredictable shift and grounding him, taking back control of his erratic mind after a rough shift of mindset, from a primal and instinctual one to a rational and panicked one. Your rough calluses felt soft against his hard, scarred skin, the soothing circle of your thumb on his palm and the grip to keep him aware of his situation, to keep him grounded on his reality after the carnage he created. Despite not being able to talk, you spoke loudly through your verbal cues, your hand on your shoulder and another one in his hand, listening to him ramble away about his fears and anxieties. You would sit down with him and lend an ear to him when he came to you, even after his first interactions with you. He wondered if you had similar fears, those demoralising words that echoed in his mind on the worst days or the painful reminder of his mistakes. If you did, would you let him ease you down from your pain and care for you with his smaller hands?

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29. Children + 1. Morning

"C'moooon wake up!"

A chorus of groans rings out from you and your lovers and you throw an arm over your eyes as your youngest rips open the curtain of your bedroom window.

Looking over to your left, you see Billy reluctantly sit up, his eyes bleary and a hand coming up to scratch at his beard. On your right, Stu rolls over to put on his glasses and he laugh-grunts as the kid jokingly body slams into his father's stomach.

"You guys said we'd get to go downtown today! C'mon, we've waited all morning already." Your eyes slide to the doorway where the twins stand, annoyance blanketing their teen faces. Your daughter was the one who had spoken up, while your son just sighs at your slow pace.

"Yeah, yeah, we're up. We're up" Billy grumbles as he stretches, swinging his legs off the bed and continues his mutterings on his way to the bathroom. The pre-teen play fights with Stu, who grabs him and slams the boy onto the bed, blowing a raspberry into his stomach as he laughs and tries to kick him off. You shake your head and smile, how the hell did Stu still have so much energy at his age.

"'Kay kids, just head downstairs. Dad, Pops, and I are gonna brush our teeth. Marco should be here soon to make breakfast." You try and state this with as much authority as you can muster, but the grogginess of your voice makes it sound a lot less convincing.

Thankfully, your trio of kids are in a compliant mood, and they leave to head downstairs and await Marco, a personal chef Stu had employed to take care of the cooking. Giving Stu a quick kiss, the both of you head into the bathroom to join Billy in getting ready for the day.

"Remind me why we decided to have three of them." Billy spits into the sink, rubbing his still tired eyes . The older he got, the less of a morning person he became. It'd be amusing if he wasn't so bitchy about it.

"I dunno, because there're three of us? We each get one to take care of us when we're old as fuck." Stu jokes, coming up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.

"Man, I already feel old as fuck." you state as you lift your arms to stretch, back cracking, and you move to brush your own teeth.

"Hey, at least you're still as hot as the day we met." Billy states, a heated smirk finding its way onto his lips, and for a brief moment his face morphs into his younger one, smooth skin and pretty boy looks flashing in your vision. Stu nods in agreement with a wide grin, and his visage too transforms into the baby-faced, wide-eyed young man you also fell for. Glancing in the mirror at your middle-aged self, you wonder if they ever see glimpses of you at your most vibrant and youthful when you laugh. You hope that they do.

A light feeling bubbles in your chest, as the memories of all the years that had passed you three winded itself out in your head. The Good, The Bad, The Bloody. Your family, a small, undeserved piece of heaven you guys had built, was the culmination of them all. Somehow, against all odds of this sort of relationship with these sort of men working, the three of you had perservered. The heavy Italian-accented greeting of Marco rang out, and the simultaneous chatter and complaining of your children drifts into the room from downstairs.

Sure, you guys now have crows feet and smile lines and bad backs.

But you wouldn't trade it for the world.

Dead By Daylight request! Survivors or Slashers reacting to a female!newbie/survivor having a way with animals. Some suggestions: Trapper, Myers, Oni, Ash, Bill, + whoever else you'd like. I hope this isn't too much!

Slashers & Survivors Reacting To An Animal Whisperer Reader.

Content Tag(s): Fluff

Paring(s): The Trapper/Evan MacMillan || The Shape/Michael Myers || The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka || Ash(ley) J. Williams || William “Bill” Overbeck || + Jake Park (x GN!Reader, Separately)

A/N: Not a big fan of this piece but it's all :,) ignore my spelling errors. 

SLASHERS

The Trapper | Evan MacMillan 

Evan has a cute connection with nature already. He knew a couple of the survivors could find a way around it too, but he never had one like you.

You were the new survivor that Frank had mentioned during a recent trial. He didn't think much of it, as he thought he’d only see you through a trial.

Well he was wrong.

He actually found you setting off all his traps in his realm. When you two stood, staring at each other for a couple of minutes. He noted the small little animals on your head and shoulders. The birds looking as if they were making a nest in your hair.

When you tried to make a run for it, he snatched you by the back of your shirt. Causing the animals to scatter as you tried your best to slip away. Evan wasn’t gonna allow you though. You messed with his traps, in his realm… and you were dirty.

…He forced you to bathe when he brought you to his home. Gave you some clothes he found and that was it. Did tell you not to mess with his stuff and— simple…

He may or may not have made a little hangout area for you and your animal friends beside his home though…Totally didn’t make little door entrances either for any wolves or Cubs.

He totally did.

As the animals seek for him and cuddle when your out on trial. A heap of warm fur always welcoming him.

You as well when you return.

He actually had grown a big crush on you after a week or so. So he gets flustered whenever you join the cuddle pile but doesn’t dare move… if the entity takes him out of a trial during a session he’ll definitely make it quick and show no mercy to return as quickly as possible.

The Shape/Michael Myers

Honestly? He's never been so confused in his life. He doesn't- have any specific relationship with animals of any type. He prefers to stay away from them half of the time. Even the crows get on his nerves.

So imagine him when he heard a unfamiliar voice. Going to check it out because he can. Then the pure- just- confusion his body held when he saw you. A new survivor just cuddled up with a wolf.

He didn't even know they were around these areas.

Why the hell was that thing even letting you near it? Regardless use it as a bed?!

Myers could only watch from behind a tree. He knew that thing wouldn't let him nearer so he kept his distance... He was growing curious though. The way you- sunk into the fur. Was it really that comfortable?

As time passed he eventually figured out you had some sort of ability with animals. It didn't seem like you could command them to attack (they do it themselves) but just had a companionship with them.

When he was finally caught by you. He was ready to walk away as he physically cannot do anything to you without severe consequences. (He wanted to kill you because he didn't like you catching him actually being curious btw)

He didn't expect you to call out to him. He thought you were dumb too for even approaching him with a little squirrel on the top of your head.

Over time he- didn't care(?). He finds it annoying that the crows go quiet during trials with you though. Even when it's other survivors if you're in the trial they don't dare to move unless he's on his way. That being said he’ll highly tunnel you and get you sacrificed as quickly as possible. (Both because he's grown to have a soft spot for you and doesn't want to be inconvenienced. Especially in specific trials when the survivors decide to go play with the crows more than survive.)

Makes it up with a hug you ask nicely.

The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka

So envious of you.

He's a calm spirit at times (odd to say with his special abilities but trust me.)

So when he encounters you in his realm for the first time. He was ready to escort you out. Until he noticed you were meditating. A variant of these magnificent birds relaxing on your limbs and perched on stacked pebbles. One's which he could safely believe you managed to tower.

It was a nice to see.

Kazan wouldn't dare disturb you either, going off to do his daily duties as normal. He would try to sneak up a bit sometimes though, (will crawl if he really needed to) just to study you. The birds did get off his location after he staggered a bit too close; causing them to scream at him and for him to collapse face first. His heavy armor clattering with the fall.

The two of you stayed still for a couple of minutes before you carefully approached him. He is much larger than you so even your lending hand wouldn't help. But he accepted the act without much hesitation or rudeness.

From there, he got to ask you questions. There was a language barrier between the two of you at first. So he wrote his questions down instead where you would get help from the other survivors to translate then answer.

Is honestly super excited when you cover him in critters. Gets all jittery and makes small noises. One's which you could only describe as a purr(?)

Will constantly try to catch small frogs or animals around his realm to ask you about them. Then shares the facts with Spirit.

SURVIVORS

Ash(ley) J. Williams

Confused and impressed.

Doesn't really know what to think about it other then, oh neat. That's really cool.

If your are able to show him a wolf or a bear up close then that's when he gets pretty enthusiastic. Will joke about wanting to wrestle the animals— but isn't actually joking because you catch him doing such things minutes later.

Man's isn't scared to be mauled.

That you respected a bit. But that was also just a death wish in your mind.

The animals seemed to enjoy it though, so you couldn't stop him half of the time and ruin all the fun.

Ash is the guy to force anyone into a literal dog pile if possible. So expect being crushed or at least thrown on top of one from time to time.

Bill 'William' Overbeck

He thought he managed to get a special cigarette when he saw a stranger rubbing the belly of a damn bear.

When he knew he wasn't high he just believed he finally turned crazy. As you, the newbie was just petting the belly of a grizzly and the cubs were just casually clinging to your limbs.

Bill wouldn't say anything for a good time.

It wasn't his business unless it became his business.

He is a dog type of man, so if you bring a bunch of little wolf cubs he’d probably melt. He wouldn't mind falling asleep against a tree with th cubs in arms either.

You can catch him baby talking the canines too.

Will help you and the parents raise them. Both of you generally becoming grandparents to the wolves.

Jake Park

Forest man is severely jealous.

He was known to be able to at least hold a calm exterior with the crows of the realm. Which he was enjoying having. As no one else was able to do it.

Until you came along and birds, foxes, and even bigger mammals started coming around to visit you at camp.

Everyone has their own opinions on your ability but are always in awe of it.

Whenever someone would compliment you, Jake would roll his eyes and scoff. Simply stomping away like a baby. You couldn't blame him though. He was here first- and had a way with the birds before you did.

After a couple of hard weeks, he noticed you stopped bringing the animals back to camp. Only going out to them instead... He was told by Kate that you felt bad for making him feel ‘normal.’

Which made him feel bad.

He did his best to show you he wasn't mad or frustrated with you. Simply just jealous he didn't have a spirit like your own.

...Would eventually ask you to teach him your ways or at least about your fuzzy friends.

Managed to befriend a squirrel with your help and name him Sasquatch.

Infected/Zombie Reader helping RE men (Leon K., Carlos O., & Ethan W.)

Somewhat based on that one zombie reader post by @qdbs-writes because honestly it was really cute and this idea has been bouncing in my brain for a bit. I’m going to preface that I’ve only played RE2R, but I have a vague understanding of the RE lore and stories, i’m only doing these three because I know them the best, if I knew chris better I would’ve added him

(this is just a suggestion but here’s what’s damaged on your zombie body: right eye gone, right cheek crewed off, left shoulder nearly gone, and several bites all around)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE2)

You’re one of the many, many, people who fled to the RPD to escape the growing hoards of zombies, unfortunately you were infected early on and hid out in one of the many storage rooms as you succumbed to the virus

…but your conscious stays somewhat intact, sure every thought is slower and less verbose but you still have some of it left, speaking is hard as well but you can speak to some degree

you stay on the third floor, observing Marvin and eventually Leon once he comes in

You’re enamored as soon as you see him, so you decide to try and help him as he goes through the entire RPD, placing some ammo here, some boards there, in general helping out behind the scenes despite how slow you move

This slowness bites you when you go down to the main hall to place a green and red plant you had found next to the typewriter, since Leon had been limping for quite awhile around the RPD

You gently place the two plants (still in the containers, you can’t grind them up due to the shakiness in your zombified hands) but you hear Leon coming down from the second floor library so you try and shuffle back into a room to hide again, until you hear the click of his gun

You turn around and see Leon, gun raised to likely give you a headshot like he’s given to plenty of the other zombies around (you know since you’ve seen plenty bodies with exploded heads..)

So you just, start shuffling backwards with arms raised in peace, mumbling ‘sorry.. sorry.. please, no.. hurt’ as best you can with your undead voice, which comes out pretty rough

Leon was about to shoot you but as soon as he saw you back away and mumble what sounded like human speech and not just growls and rumbles, so he lowers his gun slightly, tilting his head at you

You escape into the west office, and Leon fully lowers his gun and then looks at the plants you left him (he uses them, he’s not an idiot to ignore a healing item when he’s been at ‘danger’ for 2 hours)

When Leon unlocks the Goddess statue you come out from hiding and softly approach, and hand him some ammo and healing items “good.. byye..” you say to him look at him with your singular eye (you lost the other one when you got infected) before starting to walk off

Leon watches you walk away, about to hide again and he hesitates before saying “Wait, would you… like to come with me?”.

He watches you turn slightly and grumble “..you.. sure?”

He nods at you and you walk back up to him, and follow him as he goes down the stairs

Bonus:

During the G-3 fight you help by throwing yourself at him and stab one of the eyes with a knife Leon gave you, smiling in triumph when you stab an eye fully

Ada is very cautious and nearly shoots you several times, she thinks you’re just in the early stages of infection and she doesn’t want you killing her pawn (leon) before he gets the virus for her

When you get on the train Claire and Sherry are a bit wary of you but during the trip they start to like you, Leon’s account helps a lot as well

Carlos Oliveria (RE3)

Similar to Leon’s, you’re one of the people who fled to the RPD and got infected, and hid in a storage room (this storage room was clearly for all the Christmas decor… the bells gave it away)

You picked off the bells and kept them in a small box, as well as stealing post-it notes and a pen from the west office

From the second floor you watch Carlos and Tyrell make their way in, watching them scope out the place

As soon as you saw Carlos, you muttered under your breath “he..h.. scruffy..”

You noticed he was having a hard time with the Lickers, so you decided to make use of the bells you took, throwing them down hallways out of sight of Carlos so the Lickers chased the noise

He heard the chiming, making a remark like “The hell is that coming from?”

After awhile of doing this, you decided to just gift Carlos the bells

You place them on a desk with the brightest sticky note you could find

He finds it, noticing the stark contrast of the gloomy environment of the RPD, and reads the note

‘For the licks! Hold tighy in hnd then throw, it loud so they chse! : )’ was written on the note, it was hard to read being a shaky and messy handwriting but he got the general idea, chuckling at the squiggly smily face on it

He opens and sees 4 tiny golden bells

He looks around, hoping to maybe find who put it there but finds nothing, nothing but a hunched over dead (?) zombie next to the desk “Whoever put this here, Thanks, and thanks for probably being the reason for saving my ass a few times”

He leaves and you say to the air “no.. problemmm..!”

You start following him around and so he eventually notices you, and nearly shoots you on the spot before you move your hand to ring the golden bell you kept and attached to a string as a necklace

He relaxes a bit but keeps his guard up until he realizes that you’re just an innocent smart (questionable) zombie!

Bonus:

Before realizing that you weren’t gonna hurt him, he really thought you were because you kept staring up at his head… In reality you just really wanted to pet his hair, but because words are hard when you’re a zombie and you didn’t wanna get shot you just didn’t say anything

(You eventually did get to touch his hair, muttering a “soooft.. so.. soooft!”)

In that helicopter cutscene when Nicholai is about to shoot Jill, you jump from nowhere and tackle the guy by the neck; Carlos shouts in exclamation “Hell yeah! Get him!” before Nicholai punches your jaw right off (ouch)

Ethan Winters (RE7)

In this case you’re kinda like Ethan if he didn’t get all his memory and body transferred (does.. does that make sense???)

Since the moment Ethan stepped into the Baker House, you’ve been watching him

While you can’t remember most of your past, you know you were human like him, and watching him brings you a sense of… comfort. So you watch as he explores the house, trying to find Mia

Sometimes you forget what you’re doing and make noise, making Ethan more paranoid as he goes through the house (you felt bad every time you accidentally spooked him)

Watching him getting attacked by Mia was a nightmare, and you felt like you shouldn’t intervene… until Mia stabbed him in the hand

You emerged from the shadows (and mold..) and pulled her off of Ethan, giving a soft growl at her before she tried to attack you. You sidestepped and pushed her into the wall, which caused her to knock her head against the wall and faint

You stared down at her before turning to Ethan, who was a bit put off by your appearance

“You’re… hurt. Follow.” and you start walking to where a first aid liquid was hidden away and hand it to him

After patching him up you go over to the boarded up door and started to remove the wood with ease, before Mia got back up and threw Ethan through the nearly open door. You yelp (with some scratchiness) at that before running up to try and help, but then Ethan swung an axe into her neck.

You look at him and see the horror in his eyes at what he’s just done, you reach out to touch his back before slightly withdrawing; “you… oo-kay?” You asked in a low voice, and he shook his head before standing up and making his way deeper into the house, fully ignoring you after that.

So you follow, wanting to make sure he’s okay. He’s the only thing human in this house (for now)

Then Mia comes back again, of course, stabbing Ethan in the hand with a screwdriver this time. You run up and start trying to pry it out of the wall and his hand, before you see Mia coming with a chainsaw. She slashes with the chainsaw, cutting you in half at the shoulder before hitting Ethan’s wrist.

You blackout for awhile, coming to after about an hour as your body of mold stitches itself back together into one solid form again

Submerging into the mold, you reform in the living room adjacent to the nightmare dining room, seeing the back of Ethan tied in one of the chairs

You carefully untie him from the chair, before being noticed Marguerite pulled you up by the hair unto the table

You reach into a clump of mold and pull a smoke bomb before pulling Ethan out of the chair and away

From there on you helped him the best you could

Bonus:

You alway try and take the hits for him, he’s still fleshy and human, you can take it! He’s still worried for you despite the fact you can patch yourself back together.

When Ethan dies and becomes mold, you feel bad for him. You don’t tell him, since if he thinks he’s still human, then he’s still human to you.

After the BSAA comes you don’t know what to do, you assume you’re going to be left there or be experimented on… but Ethan calls your name (that you told him at some point, it’s one of the only things you have left from before being molded) and gestures you to come with him, you come close before fearfully looking at Chris, but he just nods and lets you on the helicopter.

OKAY WOW this is… something. I don’t know. I kinda gave up in that last one despite Ethan being my favorite next to Leon. I really hope, that this is good, im some way, amd i hope i didnt totally screw the canon, ahhh. Hope people like thissss,,, would’ve done art but i’ve got art block

Bro did NOT like being blinded by a flashbang

black hat with an immortal reader? they have been together (not romantically) for hundreds of years and black hat is starting to feel something more for the reader 👀

YESSS, thank you for the ask!

Black hat x immortal reader

★He first met you a long time ago. Back when you both where only a few hundred years old. Back then you were hired by him to be, for lack of a better term his receptionist/accountant/personal assistant.

★He handled the customers and deels up-front with villains, you made sure things ran smoothly behind the scenes. To the point that it was almost like magic how you made whatever he wanted happen.

★You never really had any complaints about the agreement you bolth had, therefore you always stuck around. And as the people around him left or died you where always there.

★He doesn't really notice it at first, and ends up with him writing it off as just being attached to his most loyal worker. But as the years go on he starts to get more and more possessive of you, not even realizeing that he caught feelings.

★It will eventually just come to a point where you bolth act like youre dating. But insist that it's plutonic, that is until black hat sucks up the "bad guy" attitude and asks you if you wold like to have dinner with him.

★He most likely brings you to a high end restaurant that's near impossible to get to without putting in a reservation at least a year beforehand. One bottle of fine wine and a confession later, your officially dating Black Hat.

Sometimes you just act like a old married couple resulting in conversations that go like this:

"Hey y/n, have you seen my scarlet tie?"

"I think you left it in your office, dear"