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magnagaruzenmon · 16 days ago

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Monster Mash

Dio said to go for it so I did, but Dio is also loud and proud so I took a little dig at him.

“Fuck Nayeon you’re so tight,” you groan as her walls strangle your cock.

“Fuck yes keep going Juzo,” Nayeon moans as a thin layer of sweat dusts her body while you continue fucking her. You spank her fat ass as she cums all over your cock but you keep going chasing your high. Nayeon moans as you keep railing her. You watch as her Ass jiggles deliciously while you just carry on.

Spurred by an intrusive thought you spank her ass. Nayeon moans elated as her walls tighten around you even further causing you to finally explode inside her.

You paint her walls white as ropes of your cum fills her womb

“Fuck Juzou you came so much,” Nayeon said as you pulled out

You smile and said, “well I had to show off a little for my favorite bunny,”

Nayeon smiles back and says “you always are a show off and a big one,” as the two of you bask in bed you hear the door open Daigo and Jihyo your shared housemates walk in. You could tell by Daigo’s heavy footsteps and tired groan and Jihyo’s whines.

You and Nayeon change into your comfiest clothes before heading over to where your friends — and fellow hunters — are lounging. As you approach, you notice a fresh scar cutting across the bridge of Daigo’s nose and another, lighter but no less telling, peeking across Jihyo’s chest.

As usual, they’re already at it, snapping at each other like a pair of magnets caught between push and pull.

“That’s the last time I let you rope me into one of your death wishes,” Daigo says, scowling — but there’s a softness in it, like he’s annoyed she even asked.

“Oh, please,” Jihyo huffs, arms crossed. “You act like I begged you.”

Daigo turns to her, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Daigo, I need my favorite hunting horn hunter to help me~” he mimics, with an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes.

Jihyo groans and pokes him hard in the shoulder. “Yeah, because your ego’s so massive you wouldn’t say yes otherwise.”

“My ego’s not that big,” Daigo mutters, looking genuinely hurt for a second.

Jihyo catches it, and for a heartbeat, she falters — before she covers it up with a snort. “Please. Ever since you mastered hunting horn, you’ve been unbearable.”

Nayeon bumps your shoulder, leaning in close enough to whisper, “Do we just… let them go at it until they realize they’re one insult away from making out?”

You laugh under your breath. “Nah. They’d kill each other first. Probably while making out.”

Nayeon muffles a giggle as the two of you step in.

“Alright, what happened this time?” you ask, hands on your hips.

Daigo immediately jumps in, eager to get his version out first. “She asked me to back her up on a Gore Magala hunt, and surprise surprise, a Deviljho showed up out of nowhere.”

Jihyo gives him a long, slow look. “And yet, here we are. Alive. You’re welcome.”

Daigo groans dramatically. “I hate you.”

“I don’t know why you’re complaining you got two new hunting horns out of it. You’re welcome again,” Jihyo says sweetly, batting her lashes at him.

Daigo looks skyward, as if praying for strength. “You know I prefer my Magnamalo, Malzeno, and Gaismagorm weapons anyway,” he grumbles.

“Alright, enough!” Nayeon says sharply, clapping her hands once like a teacher breaking up a particularly stubborn pair of kids. “Save it for the next hunt.”

Daigo and Jihyo exchange one last glare — but the corners of their mouths twitch, just slightly, like they’re both fighting a smile neither of them fully understands.

After Nayeon’s sharp clap silences the bickering, you exchange a look with her — one that needs no words. The plan is instantly clear.

You clear your throat and announce, way too casually, “Alright, lunch time! And, good news — you two are partners today.”

Daigo frowns. “Partners? For what?”

Nayeon smiles sweetly. “For lunch, dummy. You and Jihyo are eating together. Alone. As a team-building exercise.”

Jihyo blinks, taken off guard. “Since when do we team-build at lunch?”

“Since now,” you say, grabbing her by the shoulders and steering her toward the kitchen area. Nayeon does the same with Daigo, ignoring his half-hearted protests.

“You guys clearly need some… quality time,” Nayeon adds, shoving Daigo just hard enough that he stumbles into step beside Jihyo.

“We don’t need—” Daigo starts.

“Don’t care!” you and Nayeon say at the same time.

You snag a couple of pre-packed lunch trays off the counter, slam them into their hands, and all but shove them onto the couch, plopping the food down between them.

“There. Bond. Or at least eat without killing each other,” you say brightly.

Daigo looks at Jihyo like he’d rather face a raging Zinogre. Jihyo glares right back, eyebrows raised like you move first, coward.

For a second, it’s dead silent — just awkward staring.

Then Jihyo grabs her chopsticks, stabs a piece of meat aggressively, and mutters, “Fine. Eating. Bonding. Whatever.”

Daigo grumbles something under his breath but digs in too, poking his food like it personally offended him.

You and Nayeon retreat a few steps, watching from a safe distance like proud scientists observing an unpredictable experiment.

“They’re totally gonna fall in love over grilled meat, right?” Nayeon whispers.

“If they don’t kill each other with chopsticks first,” you whisper back.

Sure enough, a minute later Jihyo is shoving a side dish toward Daigo, muttering, “Here, you need more protein. Maybe it’ll fix your bad attitude.”

Daigo, mouth full, scowls — but he takes it.

And when he thinks no one’s looking, he nudges the last piece of grilled fish onto Jihyo’s plate in return.

Nayeon beams. “Operation: Make Them Sit Still and Realize They’re In Love is a success.”

You just laugh and silently start counting down how long it’ll take before one of them throws a napkin at the other.

⸻

Would you also like a “part two” where they actually have a few minutes of weird almost flirting over food before more chaos erupts?

(Or if you prefer it slower burn, we can leave it with just awkward glances and tiny grudging gestures like this one.)

Let me know what vibe you’re aiming for!

The sounds of clinking chopsticks and reluctant chewing fill the room. You and Nayeon pretend to be busy on your phones across the room, though you’re both obviously eavesdropping.

For a while, it’s quiet between Daigo and Jihyo — which, for them, is practically a miracle.

Then Jihyo pauses, frowning at her plate.

“…Why aren’t you eating the spicy pork?” she asks, poking at the untouched slices still on Daigo’s side.

Daigo shrugs without looking at her. “Not hungry for it.”

She narrows her eyes. “You love spicy pork.”

Another shrug. “Changed my mind.”

Jihyo doesn’t buy it for a second. She watches him for a moment longer, then, without warning, reaches over and plucks a piece off his plate.

“You’re seriously leaving all my favorites?” she accuses, chewing suspiciously.

Daigo finally looks at her, caught. His chopsticks hover in midair before he sighs and mutters, almost too quietly to hear,

“I always leave them for you.”

Jihyo freezes, the realization landing harder than a barrel bomb.

She swallows, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands — or her face — or the weird fluttery feeling in her chest. “Since when?” she asks, trying to sound accusing but it comes out… softer.

Daigo shrugs again, but there’s a slight pink creeping up the back of his neck. “Since… a while.” He stabs his rice a little too hard. “You’re picky about food when you’re tired. Figured you should get what you like.”

Jihyo stares at him, all her usual snark short-circuiting.

“You’re such an idiot,” she says — but there’s no bite in it this time.

Daigo grins, lopsided and a little smug now that she’s flustered. “Takes one to know one.”

You nudge Nayeon with your elbow and whisper, “Five bucks says they’ll be dating by next hunt.”

Nayeon smirks. “You’re on.”

Meanwhile, Jihyo, still pretending very badly not to be affected, mumbles, “…Thanks, dummy,” and starts picking at the spicy pork like she’s suddenly shy.

And for once, Daigo doesn’t argue. He just watches her, and for a second — a real second — they’re actually quiet. Comfortable.

Until, of course, Jihyo flicks a piece of rice at his forehead.

Balance restored.

After lunch, Nayeon ropes Jihyo into helping her reorganize supplies — leaving you to drag Daigo outside for some training.

The sun beats down on the practice field, empty except for the two of you. Daigo rolls his shoulders, spinning his hunting horn once before slinging it onto his back. His movements are quick, sharp — distracted.

You stretch lazily, eyeing him as he runs through some warm-ups. You can tell he’s not fully there. He’s been like this for a while now — tense in a way that even fighting doesn’t shake loose.

After a few swings, you speak up.

“So. You gonna tell her?”

Daigo stops mid-swing. “Tell who what?”

You grin. “Don’t play dumb. Jihyo. About how you’re completely gone for her.”

He turns, scowling. “I’m not—”

“You are,” you cut him off easily. You plant your weapon into the dirt and lean against it. “You dream about her, you save her favorite food, you look at her like she’s the last campfire in a blizzard. Come on, man.”

Daigo looks away, jaw tight. “Doesn’t matter. She doesn’t like me like that.”

You roll your eyes. “No, you’re just scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he snaps, a little too fast.

You raise a brow, not letting up. “Then why are you still pretending?”

Daigo exhales slowly, like he’s trying to force the words out.

“She’s been hunting since she was, what, ten?” he mutters. “A prodigy. Everyone talks about it like it’s fate. She’s smart, she’s quick, she’s good at everything she touches. And me? I didn’t even start until I was fifteen. Had to scrape for every skill I got.” He shrugs stiffly. “She deserves better than some guy still trying to catch up.”

You watch him quietly for a second, the tension practically bleeding off of him.

“She doesn’t see you like that,” you say finally. “You’re not some rookie kid to her, Daigo. You’re the guy who’s stood by her in every fight. The guy she trusts to have her back. That counts for more than you think.”

He doesn’t respond, just grips his hunting horn tighter.

You step closer and slap his shoulder — firm but not unkind.

“Look, I get it. You feel like you have to prove yourself. But you’re fighting a battle that’s already over. She’s already picked you, idiot. You’re the one who’s too stubborn to see it.”

Daigo’s mouth tightens. For a second, you think he’s going to argue — but he doesn’t. He just looks away toward the building where Jihyo disappeared, muscles drawn tight.

You sigh.

“Keep hiding if you want. But don’t come crying to me when some other guy’s brave enough to say what you wouldn’t.”

Daigo lets out a short, bitter laugh and lifts his hunting horn again, starting a new set of practice swings — faster, heavier, like he’s trying to beat the feelings out of himself.

You let him.

But you catch the way his eyes flick toward the door again — quick, automatic — and you know your words hit their mark.

Maybe not today.

But soon.

While you and Daigo are outside training, Jihyo slams another crate down a little harder than necessary.

Nayeon raises a brow from where she’s sorting through herbs. “Okay, talk.”

Jihyo huffs, brushing her hair back from her face. “It’s Daigo.”

Nayeon snorts. “Shock.”

Jihyo glares half-heartedly, but the frustration in her chest feels like it’s about to boil over.

“I just— I can’t believe how fast I’ve started relying on him,” she says, pacing between stacks of supplies. “Like, one minute he’s this stubborn, stiff-necked rookie trying to prove he knows everything, and the next… I’m looking for him before every hunt without even thinking about it.”

Nayeon leans back against a crate, letting her vent.

“And it’s not just that he’s good,” Jihyo continues, throwing her hands up. “He’s reliable. If he says he’s got your back, you don’t have to second guess it. He’ll be there. No matter what.”

She stops, scowling at the ground. “Even when it’s reckless. Especially when it’s reckless.”

Nayeon smiles slightly. “Sounds like you like him.”

Jihyo ignores her.

“What drives me crazy is how he’s always competing with me. Like he’s got something to prove every time we spar or go on a hunt. It’s exhausting. I’m not trying to beat him. I’m not keeping score.” She crosses her arms tight across her chest. “But he’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of a Gammoth. And he’s so stupidly proud— he doesn’t even see what’s right in front of him.”

Nayeon watches her carefully. “Maybe he thinks you’ll stop needing him if he’s not good enough.”

Jihyo hesitates, pacing slowing.

“You’ve been doing this since you were what, ten?” Nayeon says. “He started way later. Probably feels like he has to catch up. Or you’ll outgrow him.”

Jihyo sits heavily on a crate, feeling the weight of the conversation settle on her.

Her fingers trace the scar on her thigh absently — a gift from a bad hunt two years ago.

“He learned the hunting horn for me, you know,” she says quietly. “He didn’t even like support weapons at first. Thought they were clunky and slow. But he saw how much I relied on buffs and healing… and just— picked it up.”

Nayeon raises an eyebrow, but stays silent.

“And when I got hurt last year?” Jihyo’s voice softens even more. “He found out it was an elder dragon, but the guild couldn’t figure out which one. So he hunted all three possibilities down. Alone.”

She laughs, but there’s no humor in it — just disbelief and something aching underneath.

“I watched him come back, half-dead, carrying three elder crowns like it was nothing. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world to do.”

Nayeon’s face softens too.

“In my eyes,” Jihyo says, “he’s already more than good enough. He’s my equal. Maybe more than that.”

Her hands tighten into fists. “But he’s so busy trying to prove something to me, he can’t see that he already has.”

There’s a long silence between them.

Finally, Nayeon says gently, “Maybe you’re both a little blind.”

Jihyo lets out a frustrated breath and rests her forehead against her knees.

“I’m so sick of competing with him,” she mumbles. “I just want him to stand next to me without thinking he has to earn it every time.”

Nayeon smirks and tosses a clean rag at her.

“Maybe if you stopped glaring at him like you want to strangle him half the time, he’d get the hint.”

Jihyo groans, muffling her voice against her arms.

Nayeon just laughs and goes back to sorting herbs, leaving Jihyo to stew in the messy realization that maybe, just maybe, she’s been as bad at showing her feelings as he has.

Later that afternoon, the four of you head to the guild to check the new assignments. The main hall is buzzing with hunters clanking weapons, sharpening gear, and exchanging half-shouted stories from their latest hunts.

As you’re scanning the quest board, you catch a few hushed voices nearby. Their words aren’t loud, but they’re sharp enough to cut through the noise if you’re listening.

“Guy’s still hanging around Jihyo, huh?” one younger hunter mutters, laughing under his breath.

“Talk about riding coattails,” another says. “You’d think he’d be embarrassed. She’s in a different league.”

You glance toward Daigo. He stands stiffly, pretending not to hear, but the way his hands tighten around the strap of his hunting horn case gives him away.

Then, stepping out from a group of hunters polishing their armor, comes Natty — a girl maybe a year or two younger than Daigo. You recognize her immediately.

Natty was another prodigy, one of the hunters who started training at ten years old. She’d risen through the ranks fast, her record sparkling after a few high-profile hunts under Jihyo’s mentorship.

She tosses her short ponytail over her shoulder and smirks, her eyes flickering between Daigo and Jihyo.

“Still clinging to Jihyo, Daigo?” she says, voice light but cutting. “I mean, sure, you’re decent. But without her? You’d still be a mid-rank hunter wondering why you’re not good enough.”

You feel the air shift, and a muscle jumps in Daigo’s jaw.

It’s not even true — Daigo had already been a high-rank hunter when he met Jihyo. He just wasn’t a prodigy. He had to earn it the long way, with blood, broken bones, and relentless work.

Before you can open your mouth, Jihyo beats you to it.

Her voice cuts clean through the guild hall.

“Say that again.”

Natty flinches slightly at the venom in Jihyo’s tone.

“You think Daigo’s nothing without me?” Jihyo steps forward, her eyes burning. “You’re wrong. Dead wrong.”

The guild hall quiets as everyone turns to look.

“Daigo’s the reason I’m still alive. He’s fought beside me, not behind me. When I got hurt and no one could tell me which elder dragon was responsible, he hunted down three of them — alone.”

You watch Natty falter under Jihyo’s glare. This wasn’t the casual brush-off she’d been expecting.

“And you know what?” Jihyo continues, voice steady, deadly serious. “He learned the hunting horn because I needed someone to cover my blind spots. Because he wanted to protect me better.”

Daigo shifts beside you, visibly uncomfortable with all the attention, but Jihyo doesn’t stop.

“He’s stubborn and he’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of a Gammoth, sure. But he’s reliable. He’s fierce. And he’s my partner — because he earned it. Not because I handed it to him.”

There’s a stunned silence.

Natty looks like she wants to say something — anything — but thinks better of it and backs off with a scoff.

Jihyo turns back to your group, her expression tight with lingering anger. She grabs Daigo’s wrist — not rough, but firm — and pulls him a few steps away from the crowd.

You and Nayeon trail after them, exchanging impressed looks.

Daigo finally mutters, still not quite meeting Jihyo’s eyes, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Jihyo scoffs. “Yes, I did. Don’t let idiots like that rewrite your story.”

There’s a beat of awkward, heavy silence between them, thick with everything they’re too stubborn to say.

Nayeon, ever the mood-breaker, leans in with a wicked grin. “You two wanna kiss now or save it for after the next hunt?”

You can’t help but laugh as both Daigo and Jihyo immediately turn red, each mumbling furious denials.

But something’s changed — something lighter, warmer — even if neither of them sees it yet.

You’re still laughing when Natty smirks and says, loud enough for everyone to hear,

“Well, if you’re so good, why don’t you hunt a Dire Miralis by yourself?”

The room went deathly still — like a Barrioth had slashed through the air and ripped all the warmth out of the guild house.

Every hunter nearby stopped pretending not to listen. Eyes shifted. Boots scraped against the floor. The Dire Miralis — a monster so powerful entire villages had been lost to its flames — wasn’t something you just suggested to someone as a joke.

You see Daigo stiffen beside you, his whole body going rigid. His hand tightens around the strap of his horn case until his knuckles go white.

“Fine,” Daigo said, voice low, steady, and absolutely deadly.

The guild house seemed to freeze even further, the weight of his words sinking into everyone’s bones.

You glance at Jihyo just as she steps forward, her hand instinctively reaching for Daigo’s sleeve.

“Daigo,” she said, voice cracking just slightly with urgency. “You don’t have to do this. I know what the Dire Miralis did. I know it destroyed your home. But you don’t have to prove anything to anyone. Not after everything you’ve already done.”

Her words hang in the air — sincere, pleading — but Daigo just shrugs her off with a weary, almost hollow smile.

“No one believes I can do it,” he said, looking not at Natty, but somewhere far beyond the guild walls, as if speaking to ghosts only he could see. “But I know I can.”

Jihyo’s breath hitched, and you saw it — the way her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her chest tightening as she fought not to reach for him again.

And suddenly, you’re back there —

The first time you ever met Daigo.

You remember how everyone else had watched him like he was a bomb about to go off. The kid from the far-off island — the one swallowed whole by a Dire Miralis. He stood alone in the training yard, armor patched together from salvaged hunts, his expression locked into something colder than ice and hotter than magma.

You remember the way he moved when he fought — not with skill, not at first.

But with rage.

An unending, all-consuming fury that roared out of him with every swing of his hammer, like he was trying to smash the world that had wronged him into pieces.

He scared people. You weren’t ashamed to admit it.

And then Jihyo had dragged him by the wrist over to you and Nayeon, grinning like she hadn’t just grabbed onto a thunderstorm.

“He’s gonna be great,” she said, beaming up at you both. “Trust me.”

You remember the look in Daigo’s eyes back then — that same storm, barely leashed.

You snap back to the present, watching him now, and realize the truth that punches you in the gut.

The rage never went away.

He just got better at hiding it.

Natty looked caught off guard, like she hadn’t expected him to actually agree, but she quickly masked it with a scoff, turning away with a toss of her head.

Jihyo stood frozen, her hands clenched into fists, the tears still brimming in her eyes as Daigo silently turned toward the quest board, and accepting the quest.

Before anyone could talk him out of it, Daigo grabbed his Malzeno hunting horn, strapped it across his back with a final, heavy motion, and walked out of the guild.

No ceremony. No farewell.

Just silent, unshakable determination.

He was gone for three days.

Three long, excruciating days.

You and Jihyo spent most of that time restlessly pacing the guild halls, checking the quest board for any hint of news, jumping at every hunter who returned through the front gates. You argued over stupid things just to kill the unbearable silence, just to pretend you weren’t imagining the worst.

Only Nayeon kept her cool. Somehow.

She kept reassuring you — no, promising you — that Daigo would be back, safe and sound. Probably with a Dire Miralis scale strapped to his back like it was no big deal, scowling because everyone would make a fuss.

Eventually, some of that certainty rubbed off on you, enough that when a group dinner came together — Eunha, Gil, Maple, Haewon — you actually showed up. Jihyo did too, though you weren’t sure if she ate anything. She sat stiffly at the table, hands neatly folded, pretending to listen, pretending to laugh at jokes. But every time the door creaked, every time heavy boots sounded outside, her head snapped up like she was bracing for either relief or heartbreak.

She hid it well.

But you could see it — the way her knuckles whitened around her napkin, the way her shoulders sagged ever so slightly when it wasn’t Daigo.

Still, when anyone asked, she gave the same tired, stubborn line,

“Well, he’s a good hunter. It would be stupid for him to be retired over something so dumb.”

You didn’t call her out on the slight tremble in her voice. None of you did.

But you knew.

You knew it wasn’t just pride in his skill eating her alive.

It was love — deep and gnawing — twisting in her chest, turning every hour he stayed gone into another small, private agony.

Midway through dinner, when things were finally starting to feel light again, Nayeon leaned forward with a mischievous glint in her eye and said, “Alright, serious bets — how many carts do you think Daigo’s gonna take?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, finally feeling some of the tension ease.

“Oh, easy two,” you said. “He’s gonna barely make it back. He’ll be limping and muttering about ‘stupid magma’ the whole time.”

Nayeon, ever the contrarian, wagged a finger at you. “Oh ye of little faith. I’m saying one cart, at most. He’s way too careful on solo hunts.”

The game caught quickly.

“I think Daigo’s gonna fail,” Eunha chimed in with a teasing grin. She and Daigo were close — practically siblings — so the jab was affectionate, expected.

Maple, more reserved, played with the rim of her glass and mumbled, “Um… maybe one cart? He’s really strong.”

Everyone laughed lightly, the tension finally breaking.

Except Jihyo.

She had been quiet, so quiet you almost forgot she was there, until she finally set her fork down with a soft clink and said,

“Daigo is an exceptional hunter. We shouldn’t joke about his success.”

The table went dead silent.

There was no anger in her voice — just a fierce, unyielding certainty that seemed to burn hotter than any flame. Her eyes were steady, but you could see the storm swirling just beneath them — fear, pride, frustration, and something even stronger. Something deeper.

Love.

It poured off her in waves, so raw and desperate you almost couldn’t look at her without feeling like you were intruding on something private.

The conversation stumbled back to life a few moments later, lighter and more careful.

On the third day about dusk Daigo finally returned The guild hall was alive with noise — laughter, the clink of mugs, the scuff of boots against worn wood. Life moved forward. It had to.

Still, you caught yourself glancing at the entrance every few minutes, heart twisting when it was just another familiar hunter returning from a mundane quest.

Then —

the doors creaked open.

And the world stopped.

He stepped through the threshold, and for a split second, you didn’t recognize him.

Taller.

Broader.

His skin bore new markings — intricate tribal tattoos coiling along his arms and across his chest where his battered armor had been loosened, old symbols that seemed to hum with meaning. His hair was longer, wild and unkempt. His eyes, once stormy and restless, now burned with a deeper, quieter fire. Even his voice, when he called out a soft greeting, sounded different — lower, roughened, like it had been dragged through fire and sand and war.

It was Jihyo who moved first.

One breath —

then she was sprinting across the guild hall.

The slap echoed louder than any roar you’d heard in the field. A hard, cracking sound against the new Daigo’s cheek.

He barely flinched.

Before anyone could react, Jihyo grabbed him by the front of his torn armor, pulled him down, and kissed him fiercely — a kiss full of anger, love, terror, and overwhelming relief.

When she pulled back, her forehead pressed against his, her hands trembling as she said, voice thick with emotion,

“We are a team, you idiot. And I’m not letting you go out on your own anymore.”

And then she kissed him again, softer this time, as if to anchor herself to the fact he was real. Alive. Home.

The guild hall seemed to hold its breath.

Only when a crowd started to gather — gasps, hurried whispers — did Jihyo finally step back, reluctantly, but her hand stayed gripped tight in his.

Daigo straightened, his expression unreadable, and faced the gathered hunters.

“How’d it go?” one of them asked eagerly.

He exhaled slowly, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

“After I killed the Dire Miralis…” he began, voice steady but raw, “I started heading home. But an elder from my old village — before the Dire Miralis destroyed it — found me. He told me I had one last rite of passage.”

Murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Daigo’s jaw tightened. He squeezed Jihyo’s hand once before letting go and gesturing toward the fresh wounds — claw marks, strange deep slashes — that crisscrossed his arms.

“In my village,” he explained, “we believed that every hunter was tied to a monster. That to truly become your own man — your own hunter — you had to find it and defeat it.”

He looked up, his gaze fierce, cutting through the room.

“My monster was the Malzeno.”

A collective shiver ran through the hunters. Even the bravest of them paled.

“And not just any Malzeno,” Daigo said, his lips pursed as if choosing his next words carefully. “A Primordial Malzeno.”

The hall exploded into stunned whispers.

You couldn’t breathe for a second.

Jihyo didn’t look surprised though. She just watched him with those fierce, unblinking eyes — seeing him, truly seeing him, in a way nobody else could. She had known from the start. Known he was more than anyone ever gave him credit for.

But not anymore.

The guild was still buzzing from the news, but Jihyo barely noticed.

Daigo was home. He was hurt, exhausted, and stubborn as hell, and she wasn’t going to let him fall apart under everyone’s gawking eyes.

She pulled him — none too gently — toward one of the quieter rooms tucked away behind the main hall. Someplace where she could patch him up properly.

“Sit,” she ordered, pushing him down onto a worn bench.

Daigo huffed a laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “You’re bossier than I remember.”

“You remember wrong,” Jihyo said, already grabbing a roll of bandages from the shelf. “I’ve always been this way.”

He chuckled — low and rough — and it sent a shiver through her. He sounded different. Older. Like a blade that had finally been sharpened into its true form.

As she worked — wiping blood from the scrapes on his arms, gently checking his ribs for fractures — Daigo watched her in a way that made her hands tremble. Not with fear. With something deeper. Something she had tried so hard to keep buried while he was gone.

Finally, when the worst of his wounds were cleaned and wrapped, she sat back, staring at him.

“You could’ve died,” she said quietly. “You almost died.”

Daigo was silent for a long moment. Then he reached out and caught her hand, holding it against his chest, right over his heart.

“I know,” he said.

The room felt heavy with everything they hadn’t said.

“You scared me, Daigo,” she whispered, tears prickling at the edges of her vision. “You scared me so much I could barely breathe.”

He squeezed her hand tighter.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just…I had to prove it. Not to them. To myself. That I could be more than what they saw. That I wasn’t just some broken kid with a dead village and a temper I couldn’t control.”

“You didn’t have to prove anything to me,” Jihyo said fiercely. “You never did.”

Daigo smiled, a small, tired thing.

“I know,” he said again. “And that’s why…”

He trailed off, searching her face like it held all the answers he didn’t know how to ask for.

“That’s why I love you, Jihyo.”

The words fell between them, raw and unpolished and real.

She stared at him, stunned. Not because she didn’t know — she had always known — but because hearing it out loud was different. It made it undeniable. Tangible.

“I love you,” he repeated, voice steadier now. “I think I have since the moment you dragged me into this guild and told everyone I’d be great. You saw something in me before anyone else did. Even me.”

Jihyo swallowed hard, blinking fast.

She leaned forward and kissed him — slow this time, deliberate — like sealing a promise between them.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against his and whispered,

“Good. Because you’re stuck with me, Daigo. No more hunts alone. No more facing monsters by yourself. We do this together.”

Daigo smiled — a real smile this time, bright and full of everything he had fought to protect.

“Together,” he agreed.

And for the first time in a long, long while, he let himself believe he was finally home.

The trip back to your shared home was quiet, but not uncomfortable.

Daigo, though clearly exhausted, refused to let go of Jihyo’s hand the whole way back. His new tribal markings caught the moonlight as you walked behind them with Nayeon, the two of you exchanging little glances but saying nothing. Even Nayeon knew better than to ruin the moment with one of her usual jabs.

When you finally reached the door, Daigo hesitated, just for a second, before stepping inside. Home. Really home this time.

Jihyo guided him gently through the hallway, not to the couch, but to the bathroom. “You need to clean up first,” she said, voice soft but firm.

Daigo didn’t argue. He just let her lead him.

The bathroom quickly filled with the scent of herbal soaps and the quiet sound of water pouring into the deep tub. Daigo sat heavily at the edge, peeling off his battered gear piece by piece. Jihyo knelt beside him, helping him undo the straps and buckles when his fingers trembled from exhaustion.

When he was bare and covered in old blood, dirt, and faint smudges of soot, Jihyo turned away to give him privacy as he slid into the steaming water. Only after a long minute did she slip in behind him, This wasn’t about anything other than being there.

The water sloshed softly as she reached for a cloth and started carefully washing his back. Daigo’s skin twitched under her touch, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, he leaned into it — into her.

“You scared me,” she said quietly, wringing out the cloth and working over the new markings across his shoulders.

“I know,” he murmured. His voice was lower now, rougher — but somehow calmer too.

Jihyo set the cloth aside for a moment and rested her forehead against his back, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” she whispered.

“I wasn’t,” Daigo said after a long pause. “Not to them. I was proving it to myself.”

Jihyo lifted her head and cupped a handful of water, letting it pour over his hair, rinsing out the dust and blood. She combed her fingers through the dark strands gently.

“You didn’t need to,” she said. “You were already enough.”

Daigo turned his head slightly, enough that he could meet her eyes over his shoulder. The look he gave her — tired, raw, grateful — was almost too much.

“I know now,” he said quietly.

Jihyo smiled and pressed a kiss to his temple.

They didn’t talk much after that. Jihyo continued washing him in slow, methodical motions, her hands never rough, never hurried. Daigo eventually coaxed her into letting him do the same for her, the moment tender and full of unspoken promises.

When they finally got out, both of them wrapped in thick towels, Daigo barely made it to the couch before crashing face-first into the cushions. Jihyo laughed under her breath, draping a blanket over him as he immediately started snoring.

“You’re such an idiot,” she whispered fondly, brushing his damp hair back one last time before curling up on the floor beside him, unwilling to be more than an arm’s reach away.

You and Nayeon quietly moved around them, setting out tea and pretending not to notice how at peace they finally looked.

By the time you sat down, Daigo was fast asleep, breathing slow and even. Jihyo stayed awake, keeping watch over him with the kind of fierce tenderness you could only describe as love.

The night passed quietly.

The house was filled only with the soft sound of Daigo’s breathing and the occasional creak of wood settling. Nayeon had long since disappeared into her room, dragging you with her with a smug grin, leaving Jihyo alone to keep her silent vigil beside the couch.

At some point in the early hours of the morning, her head dipped, and she finally dozed off against the couch’s side, her hand still resting lightly on Daigo’s arm.

When Jihyo stirred awake, the first thing she noticed was the faint light dancing across the room. She blinked groggily, shifting slightly — and then froze.

Daigo’s markings were glowing.

It wasn’t harsh or alarming. It was a soft, slow pulse, like the heartbeat of a slumbering dragon. The deep indigo-blue glow mirrored the scales of the Primordial Malzeno — eerie, beautiful, and somehow peaceful. The light spilled over his skin in lazy waves, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the powerful shape of his shoulders, the quiet strength in his stillness.

For a moment, Jihyo just stared.

He’s different, she thought. Changed.

Older. Stronger. Scarred inside and out.

But then Daigo shifted slightly in his sleep, pulling the blanket higher with a sleepy frown — the same way he used to when they camped under the stars during their first hunts together six years ago. His brow furrowed the same way it always had when he dreamed. His fingers twitched, curling instinctively toward where her hand had been.

And in that moment, all the differences melted away.

Beneath the markings and the new voice and the battles he had fought, Daigo was still Daigo.

Still the stubborn, reckless, fierce hunter who had walked into the guild hall with nothing but the clothes on his back and a fire burning in his chest.

Still the boy who hadn’t known how to smile properly until Nayeon bullied it out of him.

Still the man who had made her heart stutter and race in ways no monster ever had.

Jihyo reached out gently, brushing her fingers over one of the glowing markings on his arm. The light flared faintly at her touch, but Daigo didn’t wake — he just relaxed again, as if sensing it was her.

A soft, bittersweet smile curved her lips.

“Welcome home, Daigo,” she whispered.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of his hand before settling back in her spot. The glow from his markings kept pulsing steadily, lighting the room in soft colors as Jihyo watched over him until sleep claimed her again.

Together, they drifted into dreams, the night finally, finally at peace.

The sun was barely peeking over the hills when Jihyo stirred awake.

Still bleary-eyed and wrapped in one of the heavy blankets from the couch, she turned her head and smiled softly at the sight of Daigo — stretched out, fast asleep, one arm dangling off the side of the couch. The markings on his skin still glowed faintly, a soft, ghostly color that matched the scales of the Primordial Malzeno.

Despite everything — his new height, his changed voice, the wild power he now carried in his blood — to Jihyo, he was still the Daigo she had met six years ago. The stubborn, bright-eyed hunter who had challenged her to a sparring match on her first day and grinned like an idiot even when she knocked him flat on his back. The one who always got up after being knocked down until he wasn’t the one being knocked down but the one picking others up.

Carefully, she slid closer to him on the couch and curled up beside him, resting her head against his chest. His heart beat slow and steady under her ear.

At first, she just meant to enjoy the quiet — but the longer she stayed, the more overwhelming the need to be close to him became.

She nuzzled into him, brushing her nose lightly against his collarbone. Her hand found his and laced their fingers together. She pressed kisses — soft and lingering — along the new markings on his shoulder, his jaw, anywhere she could reach without waking him too abruptly.

Daigo shifted, groggy but instinctively pulling her closer with a low grunt. His fingers threaded through her hair.

“Ji…” he muttered, half-asleep, voice thick and rumbling.

“You’re not allowed to leave me like that again,” she whispered fiercely, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “I don’t care how strong you are now.”

Daigo cracked open one eye, a slow, fond smile spreading across his face.

“I wasn’t planning to,” he rasped.

Jihyo answered by smothering him in even more affection — nuzzling under his chin, peppering his neck with kisses, tracing the markings on his arms with featherlight touches. Her whole body spoke the words she couldn’t say fast enough: Stay. Stay with me.

When Daigo finally managed to sit up, Jihyo clung to him a moment longer before allowing him to stand.

Nayeon, of course, caught them a little later. She leaned against the frame, grinning like a cat who caught two canaries.

“Aren’t you two cute,” she teased. “I turn my back for five minutes and you’re practically glued together.”

Jihyo didn’t even blush this time — she just smirked and laced her fingers back through Daigo’s.

“Maybe if you found someone worth clinging to, you’d understand,” she shot back sweetly. Nayeon rolled her eyes and said

“I’ll give you two love dragons some privacy,”

After their moment Jihyo turned to Daigo and said, “I need more before diving in for a more aggressive kiss,” her lips tasted sweet to Daigo as she kissed him more. Jihyo lost in her desires begins grinding on Daigo. Daigo moans as he feels Jihyo’s crotch wrap around and slide on his. Eventually even that wasn’t enough for Jihyo. She moved the cloth separating them before sliding down on his cock. She moaned as she took more and more of him inside of her.

“Ah fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” she moaned as she awkwardly rested on top of his cock overwhelmed emotionally and physically. She groaned until Daigo made a move and she popped.

Jihyo’s orgasm came violently, her whole body raked with pleasure as squeezed Daigo’s cock snugly. She moaned as she took his cock

Due to the awkward position and tight squeeze Daigo also came inside her as well. Jihyo moaned uncontrollably as she felt her womb fill with cum until her belly slightly distended from it.

After that the two headed to the guild house

The quiet stillness of the early morning air wrapped around them as Jihyo and Daigo stood just outside the guild house. The sun was rising higher, casting golden light across the trees and the stone paths that led toward the guild.

Jihyo, still holding his hand, stood on her tiptoes to press a lingering kiss against his cheek. Her lips lingered there for a second longer than usual, and when she pulled back, her eyes were soft, but there was an intensity to them — a need, a hunger for connection she could no longer hold back.

“You know,” she murmured, brushing her thumb along his jaw, “I’ve been thinking… through all of this, through everything you’ve done, I’ve come to realize just how much you’ve changed.” She paused, meeting his gaze with quiet intensity. “And I’m proud of you. I’m so proud of you, Daigo.”

Daigo blinked, his chest tightening at the words, the sincerity that only Jihyo could give. Her words, her affection, seemed to pour over him like a wave. And for the first time, he allowed himself to drink it all in, no defenses, no barriers.

“I didn’t think I deserved this…” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it held all the rawness of everything he’d been holding inside. He turned slightly toward her, fingers still intertwined with hers. “I’ve always felt like… like I had to prove something. Prove I was good enough for you, for anyone. But…”

“But you are,” Jihyo interrupted, her voice firm yet tender, her fingers caressing the back of his hand. “You always have been. You don’t need to prove a thing to anyone, especially not to me.”

The world seemed to shrink around them — no noise, no distractions, just the two of them in this intimate, shared space. Jihyo’s heart raced in her chest as she gazed up at Daigo, her hand rising to rest against his cheek.

“You’ve always been enough,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. “And I… I love you, Daigo. All of you. The fighter, the man who’s been carrying the weight of everything for so long. I see you. I always have.”

Daigo’s breath caught in his throat. The way her eyes locked with his, the way she laid herself bare before him, made his chest ache with an intensity he hadn’t known he was capable of feeling. There was no more fear, no more self-doubt. Just her. Her love.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he said hoarsely, his voice a mixture of wonder and disbelief. “But I’ll take it. I’ll take everything you give me.”

With that, he pulled her closer, one hand cupping the back of her neck. His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if testing if it was real. But as soon as their lips met, a spark ignited between them. The kiss deepened, slow and filled with the weight of everything they had shared and everything they were about to embrace.

Jihyo’s hands found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the rise and fall of his breath. She kissed him harder, pouring every ounce of the love she felt into him, into this single moment that felt like a beginning rather than an end.

Daigo, for the first time in a long while, let himself accept that love fully. He took it all — every ounce of warmth and tenderness she offered — and he held onto it as tightly as he held onto her. There was no hesitation, no fear, just the solid certainty that this was where he belonged.

When they finally broke apart, breaths shallow and hearts racing, Jihyo rested her forehead against his. Her fingers still threaded through his, and her voice was soft, filled with all the love and approval she could no longer keep hidden.

“I’m so proud of you, Daigo,” she repeated, her voice breaking slightly. “You’re everything I’ve ever needed, everything I’ve ever wanted, and I’m never letting go.”

Daigo leaned into her touch, his eyes closing for a moment as he let her words wash over him. No more doubt. No more fear. Just love. Her love. And for the first time, he felt worthy of it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for seeing me… for believing in me.”

Jihyo kissed him again, her lips gentle against his, a promise that they would face everything together, side by side, no matter what.

As they pulled apart, a soft laugh escaped Daigo’s lips — not nervous, not forced — just pure contentment. Jihyo smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection, and he couldn’t help but return it with a smile of his own.

And there, in the quiet of the morning, in the space where nothing but the two of them mattered, Daigo knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Later that morning, after Jihyo and Nayeon had dragged Daigo into a hearty breakfast (despite his protests), he was pulled aside to complete his official hunt report.

The guild hall was buzzing with the news: Daigo had returned. And more importantly, he had succeeded.

Daigo sat at the long, scarred table, filling out the formal paperwork with slow, steady strokes of the pen. Jihyo hovered nearby, barely hiding her pride. Nayeon kept grinning and whispering ridiculous things to Maple, who kept giggling behind her hand.

When Daigo finally handed the report over, the guildmaster — a tall, wiry man with a booming laugh — read it aloud to the assembled hunters:

“Successful solo hunt against Dire Miralis. Zero carts. Additional encounter with a Primordial Malzeno — defeated. Zero carts.”

The hall fell silent for a beat — then erupted into gasps and low murmurs of awe.

As the guildmaster signed off on the report, he clapped Daigo hard on the back, beaming.

“Effective immediately,” the guildmaster announced, “Daigo is hereby promoted to Apex Rank, alongside Jihyo.”

Cheers went up around the hall, though not everyone wore a smile.

Near the back, Natty — one of the fiercest and proudest hunters, who had once prided herself on being Jihyo’s equal — pushed her way forward, her face twisted with confusion and something bitterer.

“How?” she demanded, stopping right in front of Daigo, fists clenched at her sides. “How did you do it?”

Daigo met her gaze calmly. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, in a voice that was steady but heavy with truth, he replied,

“I wanted to win more than I wanted to live.”

It wasn’t boastful. It wasn’t cruel. It was just the truth, laid bare and raw.

Natty’s expression faltered. She opened her mouth as if to say something — but nothing came out. She simply stepped back, swallowing thickly, and let him pass.

As the crowd slowly dispersed, the heavy doors of the guild creaked open once more.

An old man entered, clad in simple, roughspun clothes, but there was a weight to his presence — a quiet, unshakable authority. His skin was weathered like old stone, his eyes sharp and deep.

Daigo’s steps slowed. He knew this man — one of the last elders of his home, the hidden village that the Dire Miralis had nearly erased from the world.

The elder walked forward and clasped Daigo’s shoulders in a warrior’s grip.

“You have returned victorious,” he said solemnly. “But the blooding must be completed.”

Wordlessly, Daigo followed him outside, where a stone basin had been prepared. Within it, dark, shimmering blood — collected from the monsters he had slain — pulsed faintly with a life of its own.

Guild members gathered at a respectful distance, watching silently. Jihyo stood close, her heart pounding in her chest.

The elder spoke the ancient rite in a language few remembered, then gestured for Daigo to kneel.

Without hesitation, Daigo did.

The elder dipped his hands into the blood and began marking Daigo’s skin, tracing along the tribal markings that had already begun to appear after his victories. As the blood touched him, the lines seemed to ignite — faint, beautiful glows in the same colors as the Primordial Malzeno’s scales: silver and a ghostly violet.

The markings curled up his arms, over his shoulders, and across his chest, sharpening and deepening with every careful stroke.

When it was done, the elder stepped back.

“You are no longer a boy chasing monsters,” the elder said. “You are a hunter who has mastered his own fury. Rise, Daigo of our blood.”

Daigo stood slowly, the last of the blood dripping from his skin. His markings pulsed faintly, vibrant against the morning light.

He turned to face Jihyo — and for a moment, the world was very small. Only her, only him, and the shared understanding that this wasn’t just an end.

It was a beginning.

Jihyo stepped forward and squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing the new marks on his wrist. Her smile was so full of pride and affection that Daigo almost couldn’t look directly at it.

“You’re still the same Daigo I met six years ago,” she whispered to him, voice trembling slightly. “No matter how different you look… you’re still mine.”

And in that moment, Daigo realized he wasn’t running from anything anymore.

He was finally home.

A few moments later, the heavy oak doors of the guild house swung open with a bang, making a few hunters glance up from their breakfasts. In stormed Diovaldo, a familiar and perpetually dramatic hunter known for both his big voice and even bigger reactions.

He stomped halfway into the room, took one look at Daigo — who was still basking in the afterglow of both his promotion and Jihyo’s affection — and immediately changed course. With a loud, “Yo, congrats, man!” Diovaldo swept Daigo into a bone-crushing hug that lifted him a few inches off the ground.

Daigo let out a startled grunt, awkwardly patting Diovaldo’s back. “Uh… thanks?”

Diovaldo set him down with a grin before turning on his heel, storming toward the guild representative standing behind the main desk.

“What the heck?” Diovaldo barked, throwing his hands in the air. “I’ve been asking — begging — what I gotta do to reach Apex rank! And every time, every single time, you tell me ‘it’s complicated’ or ‘there’s no openings.’ Then Daigo goes off on some

Lone hunter/ Hero’s journey, comes back taller, shinier, and suddenly you’re throwing Apex rank at him like confetti? I CALL B.S.!”

The guild rep, an older man with the permanent look of someone whose Dash juice had been just snatched away, let out a long, suffering sigh.

“Diovaldo,” he said, rubbing his temples, “why are you yelling?”

“BECAUSE I’M MAD!” Diovaldo practically vibrated in place. “I’ve been doing everything right! I sharpen my weapons! I do extra bounties! I even started doing Marathon hunts because you said I needed better stamina! And now you’re telling me all I had to do was…” — he gestured wildly at Daigo — “go on some spiritual sabbatical, fight a god-tier Dire Miralis, and beat a primordial Malzeno tied to my soul?!”

The guild rep blinked slowly. “Would you like me to make you a pamphlet next time?”

Diovaldo threw his arms in the air again. “YES, actually. A pamphlet would have been great! You could call it ‘So You Want to Become an Apex Hunter: Step One, Die a Little Inside!’”

Meanwhile, Daigo — still half stunned — looked over at Jihyo, who was biting her lip hard, trying not to laugh. She gave him a tiny thumbs-up behind Diovaldo’s back.

The guild rep sighed again, the sound practically peeling paint off the walls. “Diovaldo, this isn’t a carnival prize. Apex rank is earned through… extraordinary feats.”

“I CAN BE EXTRAORDINARY!” Diovaldo wailed, dramatically grabbing a random hunter’s cloak like a tragic hero from a play. “ Do I just need better marketing? Maybe a catchy theme song!”

Daigo finally couldn’t hold it in anymore and chuckled, clapping Diovaldo on the shoulder. “Hey, man, if it helps, I didn’t even know this was a thing until about two minutes ago.”

Diovaldo sagged like a puppet whose strings had been cut. “Of course you didn’t,” he muttered, shuffling toward the breakfast line, muttering under his breath about bias and favoritism and ominous training arcs he clearly needed to undertake.

Jihyo sidled up beside Daigo, still snickering. “You sure you’re ready for the fame, Apex Hunter?”

Daigo smirked. “As long as I get paid extra, they can call me whatever they want.”

“Good,” Jihyo said, slipping her hand into his with a wink. “Because I have a few ideas.”

#k pop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #twice smut #twice nayeon #nayeon smut #monster hunter #mh smut #nayeon x reader #mh au

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quarterlifekitty · 5 months ago

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Another installation of the MonsterHunter!AU

Context: a baku is a demon/yokai that eats bad dreams. It has a lot of depictions, often in modern times its design is loosely based on the Malayan tapir. So I picture reader as being a tapir girl, with the cute ears, and some teeny tusks. And that really cute mottling that baby tapirs have bc it’s my post and I do what I want. But she can look however you like, really.

While Price often takes killing bounties, Ghost is a bit less picky. He doesn’t mind capturing monsters alive and delivering them to the highest bidder.

Lately, there’s been a trend amount the local nobles. Get a baku, and it will eat your child’s bad dreams, they say. So demand is high. These people don’t know that a baku can also eat your hopes and ambitions if it isn’t well fed on nightmares, but Ghost doesn’t really care to inform them.

It was supposed to be a quick and easy job— be back before dinner. But things often don’t go to plan in this line of work. If you can manage to find a baku, capture is easy. They don’t have a means of really defending themselves, and they’re docile by nature. Ghost doesn’t realize how attractive such a thing is to other bounty hunters.

He doesn’t even tie your hands when he finds you. Baku are not stupid. You know he’s faster and stronger than you are. The rival bounty hunters throwing a weighted net over you don’t realize this.

He spends half the day taking them down one by one as you’re dragged behind them in the forest. Not enough time to travel back to the guild, he has to camp out. Ghost uses his knife to cut you loose. Out of precaution, he draws his symbol on your back with a prick of his blood so you’ll be bound to his vicinity. But he doesn’t see the sense in keeping you cramped in the net.

He manages to forget what you are when he gets to sleep. You amble to his side when he starts to thrash with the visions of dead heaped up across the landscape. You sigh, gently planting a hand on his chest and coaxing the vapor of his dreams from him.

It’s the best you’ve had. So addicting you follow the plume straight to his mouth, kissing him through the cloth of his mask. It tastes of glistening red, of a brittle splintering husk, like ichor pouring from the wound of a god.

Simon startles when he awakes and sees the position of the sun in the sky. Much later than he’s risen in years. And he slept through the night, entirely uninterrupted, which is completely unheard of.

And he feels like a fucking new man. The light of the sun doesn’t feel like punishment against his skin, piercing beneath the thin membrane of his eyelids. He feels light. Packs up camp, nearly overflowing with energy,

You smile at him, flicking your little tapir ears. You look good, too. Healthy, shining hair and bright eyes. Strangely pretty, for a dream demon. You follow him closely without much provocation when he decides it’s time to get going.

He thinks about forgoing the bounty. His sigil fades from your back, falling in rusted flakes from the large white patch of your two-toned fur. He’ll get something more permanent for you when you’re back at the guild. He’s certain he has enough nightmares to keep you fed for the rest of his life.

#writing #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #baku!reader #monster hunter au

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olsenmyolsen · 10 months ago

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Hi lovely!! To answer your question about what I’d like to see in the future, first of all I just want to say that I am so so deeply glad you’ve started writing and sharing your work with us, I just think you are so so so good at writing and extremely original with each concept you come up with!! I get SO excited every time I see you’ve posted something!! Personally, my favorite fics to read are female reader with either Wanda or Natasha, or with wandanat. Hands down my most favorite fic you’ve written and that I find myself thinking about frequently is, ‘you have me for the night,’ like it is seriously mindblowingly amazing as a concept and the way you executed it!😍

My other favorites you have so kindly created and shared with us to enjoy include ‘ups and downs,’ I just can’t get over how fantastic your writing is and how funny and enthralling this story is. ‘Taste,’ simply had me in a chokehold with how hot it was and all the pining and sexual tension! Your vampire reader stories and ‘inspiration,’ are also some of my personal favorites from you.

I think I personally really like stories that have some pining and build up which you write soooo deliciously well.

I would also eat it up if you ever had any interest in a female reader and Wanda or wandanat fic with reader being a new avenger and a werewolf who discovers that Wanda (or wandanat) is her mate when she joins the team. Maybe Wanda (or wandanat) even doesn’t like reader much or doesn’t trust her when she joins so it’s like an enemies to lovers, lots of pining kind of situation.

To whoever requested this mooooonths ago, I am so so so so sorry it took me this long to complete it. I honestly started and deleted writing it like five different times. I just couldn't find the right plot in my head. But hopefully, you enjoy this <3 And I truly apologize if you're upset with some liberties I took and changed.

After Midnight

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Yes loosely based on the Chappell Roan song :)

Monster AU (Female Werewolf Reader X Monster Hunters WandaNat)

Summary: For some time now, Wanda has had visions of you. She doesn't know who you are, but when her senses lead her and her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, to a club, they end up learning more about the world than they thought they knew.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Crowded Places, Monsters, References to Sex, Teeth, Biting, Lust

You danced in a dress that you wanted forever with red lipstick painted on your lips.

The poppy music swirled around you and through the club, as you drank and made quick friends with girls you knew wouldn't remember your name the next day.

Only the fact that your teeth sunk into their neck.

And the cry of pleasure that followed.

Regardless, with a smile, you danced and drank (as if you could even get drunk) and waited for the woman you had been dreaming of for the last few months.

A woman you knew belonged to you.

A woman who, like you, had been dreaming of someone she felt connected to.

You.

"Wanda, are you sure this is it?" Natasha Romanoff asked of her partner Wanda Maximoff as they arrived outside the club The Full Moon.

To say Natasha was annoyed would be an understatement. Her girlfriend Wanda had been having these dreams of an ethereal animalistic woman for months.

Wanda was open and honest about what she would see. Natasha almost wishes she wasn't.

Almost.

And yes, Natasha knew what she was experiencing was jealousy, but when her girlfriend says she "feels a connection" to this mysterious person, how else was she supposed to feel?

So, as the two of them entered the club, they both had their sights set on finding you. Whoever you were.

The second the pair of Monster Hunters enter the club, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your sense going off. Yet, through the bodies of people in the club, you can't locate them as quickly.

Especially in your human form.

With a sigh, you give your empty glass to a hammered girl with big boobs and glasses as you leave the dance floor.

You hope to find the two monster hunters faster this way.

However, across the club, as the rainbow lights bounce off everything around Wanda and Natasha, they also sense something is off. Wanda gives Natasha a quizzical look after they order their drinks.

A purple cocktail for Wanda and a beer for Natasha.

"You sense it?" Wanda asks. Natasha nods as her eyes are already scanning what she can see. "A monster on this side of town? This late into the month? I don't know." Natasha replied to Wanda, who picked up her cocktail seconds after it was delivered.

Wanda also looks around the spacious room. "See anything?" She asks Natasha, who shakes her head. The two of them are experts in their field. They should be able to snuff out who or what is breaking the laws set before them, but they can't.

On top of that, they're off the clock.

Natasha turns back to the bar and takes a sip of her beer. Wanda looks at her girlfriend. "Let's just focus back on finding this mysterious person and figure out why I'm drawn to them."

Once again, that option isn't as thrilling to Natasha, but she follows along. She loves Wanda and knows how much this means to her. "Okay." She says, grabbing Wanda's hand and following her to the dance floor.

You move from your sat postion at a table far too close to a speaker as you watch the way a redhead follows another woman hand in hand into the crowd of drunks on the lit-up floor.

"Gotcha." You whisper spotting the off the clock Monster Hunters silhouetted in black. You smile, knowing you like to have fun with these people regardless, but it is far too late into the night for them to do anything.

After Midnight.

In the middle of a sea of people, Natasha and Wanda slowly start to lose themselves to the indie pop hits of today, but just as Wanda goes to finish off her cocktail, she gasps. Natasha immediately notices and comes to her side. "What is it?"

A vision plays out in Wanda's head—a vision you also see.

You smirk as the vision dissapears in your mind. You finally figured out what these visions mean.

"What is it?" Natasha asks as Wansa looks up and around the place. "She's here." Natasha looks as well but stops when Wanda gestures towards you, making your way through the crowd.

Natasha freezes as she looks over you. You're, of course, gorgeous (something maybe Wanda didn't fully explain), and you're wearing a red dress that hugs your curves beautifully.

Natasha looks from you to Wanda, whose mouth is slightly apart, in awe. "It's you," Wanda says, making you tilt your head with a smirk.

"Aside from my visions... Where do I know her from?" You question yourself before you stand in front of the pretty pair of faces looking at you. "Hi!" You say it with a sultry tone, making Natasha blatantly roll her eyes. Something you find amusing. Something Wanda ignores as she brings her body closer to you. "Hi." She says it with a soft, almost too-quiet tone.

"So you're from my vision." You cut to the chase as you bring your body closer to the brunette. Ignoring the glares from the redhead. "And you're from mine," Wanda replies.

Natasha huffs as she interrupts the eye fucking going on. "Okay. Yes. You have dreams about one another. What does that mean?" Natasha not so subtly moves in between you and the brunette. You look from the girl with the soft expression to the one with raging red hair. "And you are?" You say, biting back a smirk.

Natasha hates your attitude, forcing herself to narrow her eyes. She thinks you're lucky she's using all her strength not to fight you right now. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. I'm this one girlfriend." She says, pointing back to the brunette.

You smile. "Girlfriend?" You ask, questioning the other woman, who nods. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff." She extends her hand and raises her voice above the club music. You gingerly take her hand and shake it. The action sends a jolt of electricity through the two of you. Making you smile even wider.

"What?" Natasha asks as she sees the look on your face.

"It's just you two don't know why you've been having these visions, do you?" Each person shakes their head at you. "Well... there's no easy way to say this." You look around. Maybe the middle of the dance floor isn't the best place. "Follow me." You say to them, not caring if Natasha wants to follow or not.

You knew Wanda would.

You paid off the bouncer to the VIP area and closed the door to a private room. "Oh, come on." Natasha groans, seeing the bed in the middle of the room. "I didn't know The Full Moon was this kind of place." Wanda quietly held in a laugh as her girlfriend squeezes her hand. Annoyed. "It's not like that, I promise." You say, gesturing between you and Natasha, ignoring the comment about the bed as you move in front of the girlfriends.

It was just there for people to have a good time consensually.

As you look from one face to the other, it clicks for you.

However, just to be sure, you lightly sniff the air in the room, and your senses instantly alert you to the presence of two Monster Hunters.

The ones in front of you.

You can't help but shake your head and smirk.

Of course.

"You two don't seem to know much about this place." You say to Natasha mainly. She rolls her eyes again. "Look, just tell us the real reason we're here." You put your hands up in a fake surrender and walk over the bed. Sitting down on it before moving back ever so slightly. Your covered breasts and long tan legs perfectly make Wanda want more.

"Wanda is my mate." You come right out and say it, knowing it would throw the two of them for a loop.

Also laughing knowing that they're Monster Hunters. They weren't supposed to be able to mate with said Monsters.

Wanda stares at you wide-eyed as if she can't believe what she just heard. Even if it was the truth and not that far from unbelievable.

She has witches blood in her after all.

Natasha, on the other hand, can't fathom it. She laughs like it's a big prank and steps closer to you. "Mate? Yeah right. Okay. Quit messing around around. Tell us the real reason."

You squint your eyes at Natasha and lie down on the bed. Sighing. "That is the real reason." Natasha opens and closes her mouth before stumbling to say: "Only Monsters can have mates." Natasha looks at you and slowly backs up. Grabbing a stunned Wanda, the two of them move away from the bed. "If it's true, then you're a Monster. That's why we sensed something. It was you!"

You lift your head up slightly. "First correction. Monsters aren't the only ones who can have mates. And secondly, do I look like a monster to you?"

"I th-"

"I was asking Wanda." Natasha closes her mouth and looks at her girlfriend. Her gaze on the person on the bed. You. "I.. I don't think you look like a Monster."

"Wanda!" Natasha says, unable to believe what Wanda was saying. Or trying to say. "I'm a beauty, Nat. What can I say." You smirk before looking at Natasha and winking.

Even before tonight, she was having trouble coming up with reasons to be here, but now she's really struggling.

Natasha looks from Wanda to you once more. "What are you?"

"Wanda's mate. Now I don't know-"

"What are you really!?" Natasha asks, not wanting to hear any more about you and HER girlfriend. "Tasha." Wanda quietly says as she pulls on Nat's hand.

Wanda understands Natasha's frustrations and anger, but to Wanda, you were attractive, and Wanda did want to know more. Being rude wasn't going to solve anything.

You slowly pull yourself up and off the bed. Standing several feet away from the two. "I'm a Werewolf." You say, a tad quieter than you had been all night.

Something Natasha and Wanda picked up on.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Natasha asks, looking for more answers. "Aren't the visions enough?" You reply, almost annoyed. Natasha shakes her head. "Prove what you are."

You roll your eyes and take steps closer to Wanda and Natasha. Neither woman moving away. They're intrigued. You lift your upper lip up so the Monster Hunters can see a large canine tooth form before going away.

"The closer it gets to a full moon, the harder it becomes to control my human form."

Silence rests between everyone.

"Funny name for a bar then, no?" Wanda breaks the tension with a joke that makes you laugh. A sound Wanda giggles at.

Natasha squeezes Wanda's hand and does her best not to smile as she looks at you. "So now what?"

"Well, you're not taking me in. I'll tell you that." You look from the green shimmer in Wanda's eyes. "We won't," Wanda says without missing a beat.

Natasha sighs. "We weren't going to anyways. It's after hours and... and now the situation's complicated."

Truthfully, Natasha didn't care if she saw you ever again. But the more Wanda hung around you, the harder it was to pull her back.

"You know..." Natasha speaks up. "We came here tonight with one goal in mind. To see who Wanda was sharing visions with. But now that she's supposedly your mate and all that... What happens?" Natasha swallows and looks from Wanda to you and back. "Because I'm not losing Wanda to you. Not tonight." Natasha shakes her head as her eyes sting. But she sniffles and holds back the tears.

The thought of Wanda not being with her is eating away at her.

"You don't have to lose Wanda." You smirked as you brought your body closer and closer to Wanda. Her soft eyes going from her girlfriend to you.

She doesn't want to lose Natasha either.

"You know..." You lift your hand, making Natasha step forward, but she stops when she sees you push some hair from Wanda's face. "Us Monsters or Werewolf's aren't like Seahorses." Wanda tilts her head as she lays your hand on her cheek, bringing your eyes to Natasha. "Mating doesn't end with one person. It's normal and what usually happens, but... it doesn't have to be."

You bring your gaze back to Wanda as she looks from you to Natasha. Both of them understand your words. "You wouldn't lose her, Natasha."

You're honest and surprisingly caring. At least that's what Natasha thinks of you now.

"What are you doing now?" Natasha asks as you lean forward and look at Wanda's skin—especially the beautiful place on her neck.

Wanda can sense what you're thinking. "She wants to bite me." Natasha widens her eyes and goes to push you away, but you quickly grab her arm and twist it.

Your true strength coming through.

"I'm trying to be a good, good girl." You let go of Natasha, making her huff and stand in between you and Wanda. "I'm sorry I just love a little drama."

"We should get going," Natasha speaks to you as her eyes never leave yours. Yet she doesn't move. The second she gives you makes your mouth work faster than your brain. "I'm feeling kinda freaky." You raise a playful eyebrow. "Maybe it's the moonlight. Maybe it's something else. The club lights?" You shrug and step closer to Natasha.

Wanda watches as your eyes travel to Nat's smooth skin.

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

Natasha opens her mouth to argue, but Wanda stops her. "She's not talking to you," Wanda says as Nat looks back at you, wearing a widening grin. "M-me?" Natasha asks you.

And since walking into the club, the chip on Natasha's shoulder melts away. Wanda walks up behind her girlfriend, wraps her arms around her, and kisses her cheek. "We could never lose each other."

Yet Natasha still can't process what you're asking.

You nod as she stares at you. "You, Natasha." Wanda brings her lips up to Natasha's ears. "It's okay." You nod as your ears pick up Wanda's words. "And then Wanda."

"And then Wanda-" Natasha gets cut off as you invade her space and take her face in your hands. Your callous fingers move down Natasha's cheek as your aggressive kiss slows into one of passion.

This is what I wanted. This is what I like.

When you pull away, your lips are darker. Natasha stands stunned before bringing her fingers to her lips. Touching where you just were. "Yo-you just kissed me.?" She speaks, making you blush. "We can do more than that." You offer with a laugh.

Wanda, with her eyes dark, can read your mind as your kiss with Natasha opens up the connection between the three of you.

She knows you're not joking about the offer.

"Wanda..." Natasha turned her attention to Wanda as her girlfriend looked over her fondly. Lovingly. Natasha can see Wanda isn't upset by what just happened. Making Natasha's brain scramble for an answer.

A solution to the chaos of tonight.

"It'll be okay." Wanda steps forward and gives a quick peck. She can even taste you on Nat's pretty pink lips.

"B-but now... now what?" Natasha asks as she can't even think. You make your presence known again as you gently bring your hands to Natasha's. "We belong together. We make it real. I want to make this real." Natasha watches you for a moment in silence before your hands leave hers and grab Wanda's hair.

Moving it over her shoulder.

Exposing her neck.

This wasn't right.

And yet. Natasha can't help but move closer. Her mind being made up with each step. Natasha holds Wanda as you open your mouth.

However, it wasn't until the three of you were in the middle of the dance floor once again that you put your canine teeth in the side of her neck.

A scream of pleasure left her, and after midnight, that night, the three of you became more.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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sakumon16 · 6 months ago

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This is one of the greatest TOH crossovers I’ve ever read.

Luz never felt like she fit in. Kinda hard to when you’re an experimental hybrid between a human and a 500-foot hydra. After being sent to a remote island for some self-discovery, she suddenly finds herself following a mysterious wooden owl through a portal, and discovers a new world of magic and mystery where she actually feels at home. After all, in a world of monsters, what’s one more?

I do not own TOH or the MonsterVerse. All credit goes to the creators.

Above is a picture of Amity touching one of Luz’ snouts in her Ghidorah form.

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rahuratna · 1 month ago

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Okay how about a silly one: player/hunter is out on a hunt with Olivia and ends up getting a concussion or something because they got distracted because "holy shit she's SO pretty" q(≧▽≦q) (this could also be done for the other support hunters as well if you feel like it!) <3 woodworks!anon

Synopsis: [MH Wilds Olivia x Hunter/Reader]

A hunt with Olivia goes terribly wrong when you manage to get yourself concussed ... and possibly ramble about your secret infatuation with her.

Genres: Romance, humour, fluff, crack.

Dividers by: @saradika-graphics

(My take on the above request, provided by the lovely Woodworks! Anon, this time featuring the one and only Olivia).

This was getting out of hand.

Keeping an eye on the swaying neck of your seikret as it waded through the scarlet-hued waters of the forest, you could freely admit this fact to yourself.

It was your fault, and you knew it. You're the one who had allowed it to get to this point. It had started as a nagging little loose rock that had cascaded into an avalanche of an uncontrollable nature, the moment you'd allowed that first pebble to roll.

The subject of your thoughts chose that moment to speak.

"We're almost at the site. Ready your weapon."

Olivia.

Charismatic captain of the Astrum unit, veteran hunter, your partner on this particular hunt. And the woman who was now occupying your thoughts more than was healthy, considering your increasing infatuation with her.

This needed to stop. You needed to get it under control.

As the trees gathered and the canopy closed overhead, you could rationalise this all in some sense to yourself.

Olivia represented everything you admired in a hunter. She was powerful, exceptionally brave, cool under fire and a born leader. Her track record was singularly impressive, and you'd seen first hand how her experience translated into the field when you partnered with her on hunts.

Somewhere along the line, your professional admiration blurred over into the territory of the personal.

You found yourself listening for her deeper, melodic tones at meetings, watching out for her presence at camp, seeking out her company during the few hours of downtime you got between hunts.

You began to notice the way her hair looked a shade darker when wet, how her stride shifted from confident to purposeful when faced with an important task, the faint creases at the corners of her eyes when she favoured you with a rare smile and the way she smelt of iron, thunder and armour polish after a hunt in a storm.

You tried your best to hide this fascination, and you thought you'd done a fair job thus far. Heaven knew, if Gemma noticed anything, you'd never hear the end of it.

It couldn't be denied, however you examined it though, that Olivia was a very attractive woman, and the way she looked in the heat of battle certainly didn't help things.

Catching sight of her raised fist pulled you from your reverie and you brought your mount to a halt, alert, eyes taking in the forest around you. Although the canopy seemed peaceful, there was something that caught and snagged on your hunter instinct, something that must have struck Olivia too.

Cautiously, you turned in a circle, listening for tell-tale sounds.

There.

To the left, in the copse of trees that leaned over the water.

You signaled Olivia and she nodded, hand slowly moving up to the hilt of her hammer. You slid from the back of the seikret, planting your feet on the ground, readying yourself.

The Lala Barina's stabbing appendage came rocketing through the undergrowth, spearing the ground with a thud before retreating. You swung swiftly, the edge of your weapon scoring a sliding scrape along the creature's skin.

It shrieked in fury and advanced, trees shoved aside as its bulk, catapulted by deceptively spindly legs, came hurtling towards you.

You dodged, rolling across the loamy earth as Olivia took the opportunity to stagger the monster with her own blow. Occupied as it now was with her, it gave you an opportunity to rush in once again, timing the fall of your strike with hers.

There it was.

That surge of exhilarating sameness that refused to lie without acknowledgement.

You couldn't deny this, the intoxicating rush that came with every blow you landed in tandem with hers, hyper aware of the swing of her waist, knowing exactly when she was going to feint, watching for the slight pivot on her left heel when she went in for a heavier attack.

It was as if even your breathing synced with hers, two predatory organisms that shared synapses, so closely interlinked that your prey stood no chance against the both of you combined.

It was also the reason that you spotted the way the Lala Barina suddenly swept back, taking an unusually short time to launch its body at the earth, the force of which could knock you both away.

And Olivia wasn't going to get out the way in time.

It wasn't that you didn't think she could tank the damage. She'd handled far worse before, and had come back swinging with a vengeance. It was more the fact that your body reacted before your mind could process the logic of what you were intending.

Holding your guard up, you gritted your teeth as you slid towards her, the shockwave of the monster's falling form knocking the wind out of you. You stumbled, foot landing awkwardly, a gasp leaving your throat as you careened sideways and then you were being dragged across the ground by the creature's follow-up attack, your head striking against some hard surface with stunning force.

Vaguely, you heard Olivia shouting out to you.

In the half-haze of your barely conscious state, you were sure you were imagining the panic in her voice.

Olivia never panicked. She was always so calm, so in control that she ...

Oh. You should probably - ah! Yes. There was a monster. It was ... hadn't it been there a minute ago? You could have sworn -

Shining.

The sunlight through the trees looked so pretty overhead. It would be nice, wouldn't it, to lie here on the ground, with Olivia next to you -

What? Yes, moving. Moving would be a good idea. The monster was actually here. Still. How persistent.

You'd have to do something about that. How could it interrupt your nice little daydream about watching clouds with Olivia? Rude.

Rude monsters had to be put down. They had no place in civilised society.

Why did your arms and legs feel like they were moving through water? So slow. So much resistance. So ... unbalanced. Whoa.

Well, at least you'd hit the thing. It was staggering back.

Moving through water. Hmm. How pleasant. Floating until it felt like the world couldn't touch you. Like the world was floating away.

Was that the monster on the ground? Did it also feel the same? Perhaps it did, because it was taking an awfully long nap.

Good. Less bother.

And was that ... was that Olivia running towards you?

But she'd been in the dream, and now she was here? She was kneeling next to you, and oh? When did you end up on the ground? Strange.

Dream Olivia had put her hands on your face. You realised that she'd taken her gauntlets off and was feeling along the base of your skull.

Ouch.

Olivia, stop it. She was poking where it hurt.

She paused and looked down at you in concern. Her lips were moving. Was she asking you a question?

No need to worry. You'd be just fine. A giggle escaped your lips and now Dream Olivia seemed even more worried.

Why so worried? The sky is blue. The clouds are so fluffy. Would you eat a cloud, Olivia? They must be tasty. Maybe they're sweet?

No? But why was she moving again? Dream Olivia was even more impatient than the monster.

Shame on you, Olivia.

She's spoiling everything. Can't she just stay here with you and watch the pretty clouds? Can't she -

Oh wow. Wow.

Did she just sweep you off your feet? Was she carrying you?

Ahhhhh, don't panic. Don't blush. Be normal. Don't kick your legs and laugh like a teenager.

What a dream this was turning out to be!

Oliviaaaa.

Your queen. Your gorgeous hunter. You couldn't believe you were here, in her arms. It's truly a spectacular day to exist. She's so strong and amazing. She's as ... what's the phrase? Oh, come on, brain. So slow. Everything's so slow today.

Oh! Hot as a Lavasioth's scales.

No, no, Olivia is even hotter than that. When Olivia walks past, it's like being bombed by a Bazelgeuse. Knocks you to the ground and everything feels like it's exploding.

Dream Olivia is staring. Wonder why. Her shoulders are shaking too. Is she coming down with something? Oh no! Don't be sick, Olivia!

She's not? Then why is her face turning red? Her ears too! Oh here, she should let you cool off her ears. You have cool hands from the water.

Isn't that better?

Good! You wouldn't want her to come down with something.

Anyway ... is that ... a wingdrake approaching? Is Olivia going to -

Ahhhhhhhhhh. Olivia! Be careful! She can't just -

You're flying.

And Olivia is holding you so tightly. She can't drop you! She won't? Oh, you know she won't. She'd never let anyone fall and splatter all over the ground below like a fluffy egg.

Eggs.

Would Olivia like breakfast? You're very good at eggs. All kinds. If you made your eggs just right, maybe she'd think that you're beautiful too.

But the camp is already here? No! You were just beginning to enjoy snuggling with Olivia. She was ... well, maybe under all that armour she was comfortable to hold.

Was that ... dream Alma? And Gemma? Why were they running over here? Olivia had everything under control, so there was no need for their services, thank you.

Alma was shouting something.

Ouch. Less shouting Alma.

And why all the lights in your eyes? The only light you needed in your life was Olivia!

Couldn't they understand that? You were going to make her the best scrambled eggs and then she wouldn't want to hunt with anyone else! Ever!

And Dream Alma was pushing up your sleeve and ... injecting you with something? What on earth could that -

Oh. Oh.

How drowsy you felt all of a sudden. The world, and Olivia's tight hold on you was fading, fading like so many nameless hunts, drifting in the wind, and ...

When you awoke, the heavy, slightly coarse folds of the blanket were the first thing you took note of. You groaned and passed a hand over your eyes.

Your head felt like a herd of aptonoth had just stampeded through it. Reaching back, your fingers traveled gingerly over the sizeable swelling on your scalp before you flinched and slowly pulled yourself upright.

Alma was reading nearby. She scrambled to her feet and came over to you, eyes traveling carefully over your form to assess the damage.

"You took quite the hit. Are you feeling okay to sit up?"

You nodded and immediately regretted it.

She shot you a sympathetic look before pouring out a steaming healing drink from the vessel on the table beside you.

"Here. This is will bring down the swelling and ease the pain."

You took it and drank deeply, sighing as you felt the effects go to work, stealing through your body with the subtle warmth of sunshine.

"How long was I asleep?"

"We let you rest overnight. You did wake up a few times but you weren't - "

She cut off abruptly, and you squinted at her. Something wasn't right. She wasn't meeting your gaze and her mouth had suddenly pursed into familiar folds that told you she was holding back her amusement.

"What happened while I was out?"

She took the cup from you and set it down carefully, as if making sure not to startle a skittish animal.

"How much do you remember?"

Your brow furrowed as you thought back.

"I remember ... being here at camp. And getting ready for a hunt."

She nodded encouragingly.

"And then I ... rode out to a meeting point somewhere in the forest."

"And then?"

"Then ... oh, Olivia was there!"

There it was again, that flash of hidden mirth. Why was she -

"And you both fought a Lala Barina. A dangerous one. Do you remember anything about that?"

"Hmm. Not much. I think ... I saw it go for Olivia. And then I jumped in and ... yeah. Not much after that, I'm afraid."

She nodded and patted you on the knee.

"That's probably for the best."

"What do you - "

"Oho. There you are. Up and raring to go."

Gemma must have spotted you awake, and you watched, confused, as she sauntered up, a grin you could only describe as 'shit-eating' on her face. Alma prodded at her glasses and shot Gemma a look. The cheerful smithy was undeterred.

"Well now, honey hunter. Ready to get some new helmets made? Might prevent you from hitting your head and turning all smoochy again."

"Gemma."

There was a note of warning in Alma's voice, but you suddenly felt a writhing sensation in the pit of your stomach, a vaguely formed idea that something terrible had happened while you were unconscious.

"What is she talking about?"

"It's nothing! Just lie back and - "

"You mean you don't remember?"

Gemma snorted and slapped her thigh.

"You can't remember a single thing?"

"Well, no, obviously, because I - "

"So you don't remember asking Olivia on a date to eat fluffy scrambled eggs?"

And now the bottom dropped right out of your stomach, the snakes that had been writhing there a short while ago shrieking faintly as they plummeted into an endless ravine.

"I did ... what?"

Alma raised her hands as if to quell the tide of rising panic.

"Look, it's not that bad. She knows you were completely concussed when you - "

You struggled to your feet, eyes darting around the tent.

"What? Tell me now. Tell me everything. I need to know how bad it was."

"Well ... "

Gemma cleared her throat.

"Hmm. Let me see. Hmm. Hmm. Something about how you wanted to cuddle with her. And her armour was in the way. And oh, something about how beautiful and strong and amazing and gorgeous she was. So many words, so little space in my brain. And how you wanted to ... eat fluffy clouds with her? That one confused me, for sure. And yeah, there was also the bit about how you wanted to stay in her arms forever. Hard to forget that one."

Alma sprang in, seeing your expression of growing horror.

"Ah, but like I said, she knows you were not in the right state of mind. Olivia wouldn't - "

You buried your face in your hands.

"My career is over."

"What? No!"

"I'm finished. It's done. I can never face - "

"No! It's not that bad, I promise."

Gemma was polishing her fingernails against the lapel of her jacket.

"Well, that's kinda subjective. I mean, the whole camp did see you kick your legs like a four year old and shout that the only light you needed in your life was Olivia."

"End me now. Send out a request, Alma. Fifty thousand zenny and I'm the target."

"Look, just ... calm down. We can do damage control. Get the word out that you - "

"What's this about damage control?"

The flap of the tent raised, falling behind a familiar figure and the blood froze in your veins. Never, in all your years as a hunter, had you felt so much like a hapless herbivore, about to be snatched up in the jaws of a raging Anjanath.

It was Olivia.

Gemma's grin had almost spread across the entirety of her face. Alma leapt to her feet, almost blocking you from view, and you'd never been more thankful for her.

"Ah! Olivia. We ... weren't expecting you."

The woman in question raised an eyebrow, cool as ever.

"I'm just here to check on them. They took a pretty bad blow to the head."

"Well - "

"I'm fine."

You stood, placing a hand on Alma's shoulder, moving her gently out of the way. As much as you appreciated her attempt to protect you, hiding behind cover had never been your way.

No. You'd face this and take whatever consequences would come your way, no matter how crushing -

"Good." Olivia met your gaze head on, "Got me worried out there."

Oh. Was she going to pretend it never happened?

As much as the thought brought you some relief, you couldn't help but feel the heavy pall of disappointment that settled over your shoulders.

"Well, as you can see, I'm up."

You forced your face into some semblance of a smile and gave her your standard professional response.

"Hope to hunt with you again!"

She eyed you for minute that seemed to grow into an hour. Gemma and Alma were seemingly watching the exchange with bated breath.

Eventually, Olivia shrugged, running a hand through her hair in a gesture that seemed oddly awkward, glance moving somewhere to the region of your elbow.

"Yeah, sure. But I'll see you before that right? You did promise me those scrambled eggs."

"Oh, yeah, I mean ... huh?"

"Fluffy scrambled eggs, right? Said you could make them perfectly."

"Um. Yes. Yes, I can. I can make them really, really well. How about - "

"Tomorrow? I've got to sort something out in the Iceshard Cliffs this evening, but I'll be back at camp after."

"That's ... that's fine. Perfect. I'll see you then, I suppose."

"Then it's settled."

She offered a brief farewell to Alma and Gemma, pausing with her hand on the canvas flap of the tent entrance.

When she turned to face you, your knees nearly caved at the sight of her half-smile, the glance of appreciation that moved like a warm torch over your disshevelled form.

"I won't be wearing any armour. Maybe you should leave yours behind too."

In the profound silence that reigned over the tent after Olivia's departure, Gemma fanned herself slowly.

"Well now. Ain't it hotter than a forge in here?"

Based on previous notes: @pinkiedash101 @mrs-potatocat @rubberroomwithrats

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vivi-designs · 1 year ago

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HUNTER HUNTSMAN

Cigs, food, wood carving, lotion, compass/ watch, telescope, water bottle, poem about Ashlynn, rope.

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primeofprimes115 · 1 month ago

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Second Chance Summer - Supergirl x Male Reader

Note: Fluff/Wholesome

When two people knew each other since high school, meet again for the first time in years and see how much change has happened

With an air of nostalgia, hope and love around them due to old memories resurfacing, and a sense of feeling they never got to tell one another when they had the chance. Will they confide in one another with this second chance? Or will they keep it vague?

Inspired by the recent announcement of the new Supergirl comic run starting in May 2025 from Sophie Campbell aka @mooncalfe-art, and the world of Monster Hunter (I own no rights as they belong to DC and Capcom)

A vehicle pulls over, a taxi-cab, pulling over at the sidewalk. And outstepped a young man that opened the door, exiting the taxi-cab.

He carried a large carrying case, looking to hold a cello, strapping it over his shoulder once he pulled it out from the cab, before leaning in to pass some dollars over to the driver, putting in an extra ten to tip him off.

"Thank you, have a good day!" the young man smiled before closing the door, and off the cab went, driving off.

The man himself was Y/N L/N, a twenty-two year old man who just arrived to this rather small suburban town, the place he called...

Home.

Midvale, a small suburban town that was home to many of its residents, located at least sixty miles away from Metropolis. It was the hometown of Y/N himself.

It had been years since he left Midvale, only leaving at least at the age of seventeen due to reasons that was his calling.

He was adopted by the L/N's since he was a baby, randomly appearing at their doorstep one rainy night with no mother in sight, the L/N's took him in and raised him like their son. A son they're very proud of to this day.

His childhood was a very odd one. He wasn't exactly normal for his age. He learned his first word since he was a one year old. The boy was smarter than most kids in Midvale Kindergarten.

You could say he'd make a lot of friends back then... But the truth was, he couldn't. He was always the one being picked on for being different. Being the smartest in class made him a target for the others.

His life would change. However, when he would meet the next-door neighbors' adopted daughter when they were thirteen years old. The girl's name was Linda Danvers, the adopted daughter of Eliza and Jeremiah Danvers.

The friendship merely began after their introduction to each other, Linda was a shy girl. She barely knew any English at the time but was quick to learn. She was a strange person, much like Y/N was, which the two bonded over.

Linda had a secret no one else should know other than her adopted family. Her reason for not knowing English much is for her entire heritage is being an alien from a different planet. She was a Kryptonian, much like Metropolis's very own protector, Superman. She was his cousin. She had only recently arrived to Earth around the time she met Y/N.

Y/N, however, found out when the two got into high school, where their bond turned stronger, she confessed and showed him her extraordinary abilities, being able to fly at super speeds, let alone being able to run at super speeds and lift tones over her head, even shoot out lasers from her eyes and make something turn into solid ice with her breath. Linda told him that her real name is Kara Zor-El, a Kryptonian from the planet Krypton. She even took him flying that night of her confessing all about herself after they knew each other for a year.

The two bonded further when he told her about his origins. He wasn't sure where he came from, only that he was adopted by his parents. His mother told him he was gifted, special even, there was a group called The Guild, this group hunts dangerous Apex Predators and Monsters, and these Hunters had small companions called Palicos, walking and talking felynes. His mother told him stories about The Guild when he was younger.

His mother had a feeling he was a gifted person since the day of his... Unexpected early growth, she herself used to be from The Guild, before retiring, all the stories she told him was from her perspective, which intrigued him further. His gift screamed for him to be a Hunter for The Guild, after all.

It brought him to understand he was a descendant of an ancient modified human species. His strength and durability proved otherwise.

As their friendship grew close with each interaction, the two couldn't shake the thought of having feelings for one another, Y/N had been there for her since she began using her powers for good, going by Supergirl at the age of fifteen. He was always there for her when she struggled as much as she was there for him through his struggles, defending him against bullies who tried harming him and helping him through a heartbreak. She was the closure he needed as much as he was her closure.

Unfortunately... Their friendship would drift apart when he was accepted into The Guild for training at his mother's expense at the age of seventeen, this was something he wanted to become. A Hunter for The Guild. It was a tearful goodbye when the time came for him to leave Midvale. She hoped to see him again one day, as he hoped the same. He didn't regret joining The Guild, as Kara didn't regret becoming Supergirl.

However... There was one regret. He never told her how he felt about her, that he had feelings for her.

And just like that, Y/N is seen walking through the town of Midvale years later... Now, twenty-two years old, carrying a rather large carrying case that could probably host the largest guitar in the world. Reflecting on the past... His past before leaving Midvale.

"Ah... It's good to be back" he exhaled. Soaking in his surroundings, passing by many townsfolk with a few greeting him, he greeted them back. "Home-Sweet-Home".

He observed the building on the other side of the sidewalk, with vehicles driving by, observing the old place he and Kara used to go to every day after school. He'd order a strawberry Sundae every time they'd visit while she'd order a strawberry milkshake.

The thought brought back memories, cracking a smile to himself as he reflected back on those days.

He remembered being the nerd of his youth, how he'd get picked on for being the smartest, and Kara would stick up for him whenever she was around... Which was mostly all the time since they had the same classes. Kara was also the smartest, so he at least felt happier knowing she was too.

He thought about popping in to buy a strawberry sundae, it had been a while since he craved for one, but the mere thought was replaced by a sense of loneliness, sure his parents still lived here in Midvale... But he felt he needed someone with him to visit such a place.

Before visiting the town, he went back to his childhood home to surprise his parents, which was a heartwarming homecoming, for his reasons on returning? He was on a vacation away from The Guild that are currently operational within the Forbidden Lands, within The Old World, a location hidden on Earth.

He came to find out that his best friend, the person he had been dying to see since coming back to Midvale, was no longer around Midvale anymore. She was mainly in Metropolis or National City now, or helping the Justice League, especially her adoptive parents as they had moved to National City. This revelation left him a little heartbroken.

He'd heard about her reputation growing as Supergirl, how much good deeds she's done from her parents that told Y/N's parents, in return, they'd hear about his good deeds that were passed along to Kara. In a way, they kept in touch, just not physically as the both hoped.

He wished Kara was still here, she was Midvale's protector the last he had seen her, Midvale was Supergirl's home, it was labelled as her home when the cab had drove by the sign.

"If only you were here, Kara... If only you were" he briefly smiled at the thought, before continuing, walking away from the place where they'd always eat at after school.

As he passed by many recognizable locations, he met a few people from his past that recognized him almost immediately, catching up with what's been happening since he had last seen them. He told them of his job as a Hunter for The Guild, keeping an eye on the ecosystem that would be in danger time and time again, along with keeping Monsters and Apex Predators from escaping The Old World.

His journey continued on however, before he passed by one more location, a shop where he'd always drop by, a place he used to help out a lot in during the weekends.

"I wonder if Mr. Ferguson is still working here" he wondered, walking up to the door and pushing it.

The familiar bell-chime played as he opened the door and walked in, sending a wave of nostalgia to his ears as he smiled.

"Still using the same old, bell-chime".

He scooted to the side to let a woman and her child walk out of the shop, both thanking him as he nodded back at them with a smile. Before his eyes are set on the other woman at the counter, putting dollars into the cash register.

"Hey there" Y/N greeted, the door closing behind him as he walked up to the counter. The woman looked at him and greeted him with a smile. "I'm looking to speak with Mr. Ferguson, does he still work here? I mean, it's his business after all" he asked openly. "Tell him it's Y/N L/N".

However... A wave of shock appeared on the woman's face, not of surprise, but that of sorrow. Y/N in turn pulled a confused look at her reaction. "Is something wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost".

"I... I am so sorry" the woman replied after a moment.

Just as that sat in with him... He feared the worst. "Oh... Oh no" the young man replied with his expression turning upside down. He didn't know what to even say.

"He knew you'd return one day, he didn't know if you'd return before he...".

"What happened?" Y/N asked with a distraught tone.

"Cancer, Stomach Cancer, it took him last year".

"Last year?" Y/N sounded completely aback. His head fell down in sorrow.

"Yeah... I'm his granddaughter. Lucy Ferguson" the woman replied.

"I'm glad someone's keeping his legacy to continue" he chuckled lightly. "I never got to say goodbye".

"Don't worry. He knows" Lucy smiled briefly before her smile fell flat. "He always used to talk about how good of a kid you were, he used to see you a lot with a girl every time you dropped by".

"Linda Danvers?".

"Yeah, I think that's the one" Lucy nodded.

"Well, truth is... Linda's no longer here, she and her family moved out. I'm on vacation and thought about coming back here, but... Well" he looked away with a sigh. "Now it's just-"

Suddenly, the shop shook a little. A little tremor shaking the ground just for a moment as Y/N grabbed onto the counter as people outside began to scramble past the door, seemingly panicking.

"Earthquake?!"

"No... Midvale is safe from Earthquakes, it's always been known" Y/N corrected her politely. Hearing a faint roar coming from outside as a fireball flew by. "This is something else, but it shouldn't be out here, not this far" his expression turned serious.

"You're going out there?!".

"I am" he placed down the cello holding case, opening it to reveal something other than an instrument inside.

A massive axe that can transform into a sword, built from pieces of the Elder Dragon, Vaal Hazak, before placing it on his back. Much as Lucy's surprise.

"Wait, you're a Hunter?!"

"Stay here, and don't think about leaving, it's too dangerous" he told her before leaving the shop to check out all the commotion happening.

Turning to his right to see where the fireball originally came from, he saw what he originally thought of, a Monster...

A Flying Wyvern. The King of the Skies.

"A Rathalos, huh? The hell's he doing out here?" he questioned as the Rathalos shot balls of fire out from it's mouth, destroying building architecture before breathing fire out across the road, almost hitting civilians that were fleeing from the Monster.

It continued wreaking havoc down the road, the Wyvern was acting rather erratic, than a typical Rathalos.

Whatever the cause, he needed to stop it from continuing its rampage, or Midvale will be nothing but toast by the end of the day. A thought came to mind on leading the Rathalos out of the town and into an open field, which wasn't far from what he remembered. His eyes drifted toward the knocked over motorcycle on the road, and he smirked, having thought his plan.

"I'll need to grab his attention" he spoke to himself, before picking up a stone and loading it into his hidden slinger on his left arm and fired at the Rathalos' head, hitting it square in the face.

"Hey ugly! Over here!" Y/N shouted at the Rathalos, grabbing his attention after slinging the stone towards him.

The Monster roared and took flight, flapping his wings as Y/N got onto the motorcycle, revving the engine to start it up.

"This shouldn't be too hard, it's like riding a seik-woah!!" the man yelped as he suddenly throttled further on the motorcycle, almost crashing into a dormant car, left abandoned after the Rathalos attacked.

"Oh crap! Crap!" he struggled to maintain his balance, accidentally performing a wheelie as he held on for dear life, with the Rathalos chasing behind him, firing balls of fire toward him.

The sparks of the fire barely missed him, catching his jacket and scorching it a little as he tried to stop doing a wheelie.

"This is harder than it looks!".

Eventually, he stopped the wheelie and was now driving on two wheels, barely missing a car by driving through the sidemirror.

"Oops, hope they have insurance" he cringed, walking off the pain he felt driving into the sidemirror of someone's car.

The Rathalos tailed behind him still, just as he hoped the Monster would, breathing fire down upon him which he drove out of the path of where it was hitting.

"That's right, keep following, bug guy. Away from the town".

He continued driving out from the town, finding a little difficulty turning corners as he drove fast, never having rode a bike like this before, he felt the need to learn if he survives this encounter with the Rathalos.

He still wasn't sure why it was out this far, he'd be certain that it sensed one of its mate's eggs but that seemed impossible.

He had a feeling something might've went wrong with a Hunt back in the Old World, causing this Rathalos to flee and fly this far out from its natural habitat, it was unusual seeing one out this far.

Nonetheless, he had to take down this Rathalos, even if it had to be without a Handlers' authorization. He had to be careful also, his Palico wasn't with him on this vacation also.

The open field was just right up ahead, away from civilians within the town.

Just as Y/N drove near the open field, the Rathalos performed a swooping attack, the wings scraping across the road and hit the man off the bike, sending him onto the open field with a thud.

"Alright... That hurt" he said with gritted teeth, his eyes falling onto the bike that was left on the field, before the Rathalos landed on it, flattening the bike as Y/N stood up. "I hope whoever rode that bike before me actually has insurance"

He stared down the Monster, pulling his Switch-Axe from his back as it morphed into Axe-Mode, putting on his serious game face.

"Let's dance, just you and me".

The Rathalos roared out into the sky and fired a fireball from his mouth. Y/N ended up rolling to the side, dodging the fireball as he made his way over to the Rathalos, preparing to swing his Switch-Axe in which he did, slashing against the Rathalos' skin.

Y/N prepared to swing the heavy weapon again, this time more violently, the Rathalos attempted to tail swipe him but his Axe collided and knocked the tail out of his way, performing another swing that hit the Monster across his face, dealing some big damage.

The Rathalos attempted to take flight, opting to rain fire down upon him and attack him with the claws, but Y/N swung his axe down onto the Monster, knocking it back down onto the ground, staggering it already. This gave him the opportunity to inflict more damage.

Switching to sword mode, he began swinging the massive blade in the Monster's more vulnerable parts, inflicting a blasting explosion by driving the blade into an open wound after swinging at it a few times.

The Rathalos stood back up after some damage had been inflicted, roaring out loud as Y/N covered his ears, staggered by the Monster's roar. He wished he packed earplugs with him if his vacation would turn into a Hunt.

Once the Rathalos finished roaring, it took flight, the wind pressure built up that Y/N had to move out of the way, switching back to axe mode to move a little quicker.

He prepared for the Monster to attack, dodging out of the way of the claws of the Rathalos, his claws dragging across the open field's grass, lifting up dirt from underneath as he turned around to go for another claw attack.

Y/N swung his axe, winding up a counter-attack before colliding with the Monster's claws, knocking the Rathalos out of the sky and back onto the ground.

"Jackpot!" he quipped, using his grapple from his slinger to gain momentum in running up to the grounded Rathalos before violently swinging his axe, dragging it across the Rathalos' face, knocking out a tooth and a part of its skin, sending the Monster reeling and roaring in pain.

Unfortunately, the Rathalos' tail swung around after being sent reeling back, hitting Y/N across the body and sending him tumbling to the side.

A groan escaped the Hunter as he attempted to walk off the pain by getting back up. He couldn't remember the last time a Rathalos could swing its tail like that after being staggered like that. It sure wasn't a Tempered or a Frenzied Rathalos, but something felt different about this Rathalos.

He was sure of it.

He'll need to give The Guild a call after he wraps this up... Or if he can and doesn't allow the Monster to flee.

"I'll admit, that caught me off guard" he spoke to the Rathalos across the field, getting onto its talons again as he got back up also. "But something tells me, you're a different Rathalos from the ones I've fought before".

The Monster attempted to fire a fireball at him after recovering, but Y/N simply rolled out the way and began going on the offensive again, with the thought of riding the Rathalos to dish out damage that way. Now agitated further.

With quick thinking, the Hunter swung his axe to knock away its claws and swung his axe upward to gain some air, managing to grapple onto the monster with an old technique he learned from a Veteran Hunter back in the Forgotten Lands.

"Jackpot, again!" he quipped yet once more, riding the Monster as he stabbed his knife into the Monster's back, continuously stabbing heavily as the Flying Wyvern began to try and shake him off.

"Woah! Easy there! Easy!" Y/N fought to stay on, continuing to stab the Rathalos in its back until a wound was open, before moving onto his head, trying to open up another wound to ground him with his Switch-Axe.

With the fact he was on top of the Monster's head, the Wyvern began to violently shake his head around, still trying to shake off the Hunter as he struggled to even stab the Rathalos completely.

"Woah! Shit! Shit!" he cursed out, trying to stay on long enough until the Monster tired out from continuing to shake him off. That was, until the Monster began dragging his face across the grassy field, before violently banging against the ground, successfully knocking off the Hunter onto the ground.

The Rathalos flapped his wings and flew into the air, performing a backwards tail swipe and hitting the Hunter violently, before it caught him by the claws and threw him back onto the ground.

Y/N groaned in pain as his Switch-Axe hit the ground, having been knocked out from his back upon being grabbed by the Rathalos. He began crawling against the grassy grounds of the field, trying to recover before the Rathalos landed near his feet.

The Hunter looked up at the Rathalos without fear in his eyes, but he prepared for the worst as he charged up a fire breathing attack, as seen charging from his throat and up into his mouth with fire spilling out from the mouth.

"Well... Didn't expect my vacation to burn up like this" he muttered to himself, squeezing his eyes tight as he heard a sonic boom erupted from within the sky.

The boom itself grabbed the Rathalos' attention before it was sent back with a thunderous punch across the face and a roar that came from a feminine voice.

"Get your stinking claws away from him!" a feminine voice shouted, a pair of boots softly landed on the grass in front of Y/N as he began to open his eyes to the sound of this... Familiar voice.

His eyes opened slowly, seeing red cloth fluttering in front of him, the cloth of a red cape that donned a yellow S, an S that looked very familiar and unique in its design.

From there he could see a skirt and a pair of red high-knee boots, and the blue top with a midriff this time around. The girl's blonde hair streaking like golden locks in the wind.

Y/N's eyes widened as the girl stood before him, highlighted by the sun as she turned around to face him, as a grin appeared on her face. He couldn't believe what he was seeing... It was Supergirl and she has a new look.

"Hi Y/N!" Kara happily greeted. Y/N only found himself staring at Kara's face with all the sound around him fading into the background, only her voice could be heard.

"K-Kara?" Y/N felt completely flabbergasted by her appearance, a highlight of an angel just appearing out of nowhere, an angel that saved him from being burnt like toast from the Rathalos. "I...".

Just as Supergirl was about to respond and help him up, her smile vanished as soon as the Rathalos attempted to attack again, but the Girl of Steel flew up, fired her heat vision to stagger the Monster and upper-cutted him, knocking him back onto the ground before following up with another punch that sent the Rathalos flying back and she gave chase to land one more punch, not to kill, but to subdue and knock out as she was intending to do.

Y/N began to help himself up with a little groan escaping him, still feeling the pain he felt earlier from being thrown violently. Having watching Kara fight off the Rathalos herself before floating downwards, just levitating off the ground to observe the Rathalos. Now knocked out cold.

The Hunter held his side, feeling a little pain in that area as he began to walk, walking past his Switch-Axe, ignoring it as there were different matters now. Those matters being to greet his best friend he hasn't seen in so long, the noise around him still blocked out, his main focus... On the girl he was very close with.

Supergirl turned herself around at the noise of Y/N approaching, he held onto his side before letting his hand relax on the side once more, walking off the pain.

A huge smile appeared on her face before zooming over to him with a tackle, lifting him up into the air with her as the latter laughed at her gesture.

It was all big smiles, and a massive hug to greet one another, having not seeing each other in so long. Kara nuzzled her face into the burrow of his neck for a moment whilst keeping herself afloat with him.

"Hey!" Y/N greeted with a light chuckle, tightening his arms around her figure, the locks of her hair gently tickling his left cheek as she moved her face out from his neck.

"Hey yourself!" the Girl of Tomorrow giggled back at him with a goofy smile, keeping her arms tightly around him as his were secure around her back. Her cape just fluttering in the background of his eye-sight.

"I... I didn't expect to see you again. I heard from my parents you and the Danvers left Midvale a year after I left" Y/N was ecstatic to see her again judging from his tone, his heart raced like a sportscar from just being in her presence once more, his smile softening just hearing her laugh.

"Yeah, we did. I planned to come back to Midvale today actually, all things considered in Metropolis is fine. And National City. A little birdie told me you'd shown up today, so I searched and found you... Here" she softly replied, not keeping her eyes off him as she floated back down onto the ground. "And I got a new look, what'd you think?" Kara stood back and done a twirl, giving him another look.

"It's different, familiar, but different. I like it" he smiled. "I missed you" he then said to her, softening her expression.

"I missed you too, Pumpkin" she smiled with her cheeks flashing a little red. Making him laugh softly, longing to hear the silly name she had for him.

All quieted down once Kara eyed the knocked-out Rathalos, placing her hands on her hips as her expression turned serious.

"So... What is that thing? Looks like a Wyvern?" Kara asked as Y/N turned to face it.

"It is. It's a Flying Wyvern. The King of the Skies. A Rathalos" Y/N replied, kneeling down towards the Monster's face. "Seems you didn't kill him. Good, that actually works for me".

"Him?" Kara sprung a look of confusion.

"There's a female counterpart, a Rathian, green scaled, much like a Rathalos, they're usually red like this one"

"Oh, that kinda makes sense" she walked up towards him, standing beside him. "So this Wyvern is the reason I found the town of Midvale trashed around".

"That's right, was in the town at the time, reuniting with some old faces. A shame you weren't there though" Y/N replied, standing back up.

"We can make up for lost time" she offered, her hand slightly brushing off his. "There's a lot to catch up on. Would love to know about your Hunts with The Guild also" she smiled.

"Yeah, love to hear about your adventures too!" he smiled back at her. "We can do that after I call up the Guild, let them know what's happened here. This Rathalos shouldn't be out of its natural habitat".

"Maybe I should call the League too, in case anymore of these Monsters are around" Kara openly suggested.

"Good idea" Y/N nodded. "Perhaps they could work together on this situation, just hoping I can continue my vacation in that regard".

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[Hours Later | Midvale | 6:25pm]

"Even Elder Dragons?!" Kara exclaimed with a flabbergasted tone. "You fighting an Elder Dragon, by yourself, is surreal. That's like... A League threat pretty much" Kara sounded impressed.

"Yeah, I guess so. I told you we Hunters can handle ourselves" he winked, playfully shoving her as the two sat on the edge of a building, with the sun setting ahead of them across the field.

The two had spent hours catching up with everything that's happened, after meeting up with the Guild and a few Justice League members to discuss Monsters appearing out of their natural habitats, with reports coming from different parts of the world outside the Old and New World that Monsters were appearing in forests and near suburban cities that posed a major threat if not dealt with.

Kara got the chance to meet some of Y/N's newer friends from the Guild, along with his Handler named Alma, and his Palico named Lucky, colored like a Siberian cat.

To say Kara was ecstatic that there was talking and walking cats was something she didn't expect. She didn't even believe them to exist at first but now seeing multiple of them? She believed it.

She even found it hard to not pet all of them because of how cute they were. But they were the most friendliest creatures she's ever met. She admitted to being a little jealous that Y/N had a Palico.

It was rather a long day, but the two best friends spent all day chatting and visiting places around Midvale, Kara brought out her Linda Danvers disguise to blend in once more with the news of Supergirl returning to Midvale sprang around like wildfire.

The two sitting at the edge of the roof that was his childhood home where his parents still lived, reflecting on old memories with each other and catching up with one another.

"It's good to be back here, I missed Midvale" she confessed. Her eyes drift on over to the house she used to live under with her adopted parents. "I remember the day we met, the day I just wanted to stay in my room and just... Grovel, having lost every one I knew on Krypton" she smiled at the bittersweet memory.

"You still think about Krypton?" Y/N gently asked her, his eyes caught on her with her cape fluttering behind her while she shifted to face herself forward, her golden locks billowing out of the way perfectly to show her face.

"Yeah... Not as often as I did before... But I dream of Krypton, sometimes the worst parts, sometimes the good" she looked on at the sunset, the warm, yellow sun soaking onto her skin, the source of her powers. "But thinking back on that day of meeting you, I didn't think it'd spiral into... This" she then looked at her best friend with a smile. "Us hanging out all the time, sticking by each other's side. Tooth to nail. And I used to think you were gonna be a complete nuisance before meeting you" she giggled at the thought of him back then.

Y/N laughed alongside her softly, playfully shoving her as she did the same back. "But I ended up being the complete opposite".

"The complete opposite" Kara smiled, reflecting back with him.

"That was when I knew you as Linda Danvers" Y/N brought up, smiling to himself. "Before you told me who you really were a year later" his eyes drift onto the S that resembled her, the S that was unique in design to her cousin's. She noticed where his eyes landed and smiled.

"I took you flying that same night, didn't I?" she asked. Y/N nodded. "You were... Loving it, you wanted me to go again the following night" she chuckled.

"Oh, I sure did" he smiled along, his hand drifted closer to Kara's. "Then a year later, I helped you make a suit, for your career as a superhero" he brought up.

"That was so fun, making my first suit" she smiled at the memory like it happened yesterday" "I've made more after that but only when they're needed. Like the solar-collector suit I used to travel in space if there was no yellow sun to keep me empowered".

"Ever gonna use it again?" he asked as Kara gave him a smug look.

"Duh, of course!" she elbowed him gently, placing her hand back down before feeling soft skin on her hand.

She looked down to see she placed her hand on his, she froze and looked up at him, beginning to blush. "Um".

Y/N noticed her blush, feeling her hand on his as he smiled. "It's okay" he said with a blush on his face too, turning his hand to hold hers completely. "I don't mind".

The Girl of Steel felt her heart skip a beat as a goofy smile appeared on her face. "Good" she looked away sheepishly, pushing a strand of her hair behind one ear as she did the other, still blushing from a moment ago as a mere thought popped into her head, an action she was too scared to do. As silence fell between them after the little awkward but cute moment.

"Kara" Y/N broke the silence that lasted for a minute. "Can I... Can I tell you something? It's... It's something I need to get off my chest" he asked with confidence.

"S-Sure, go ahead" she green lit, her eyes on his the next as he tightened his hand on hers.

"Ever since..." he paused, trying to regain his composure. "Ever since the day I was accepted into The Guild to start my training as a Hunter, I knew that time was running out for me. I knew that I had to move away from Midvale, permanently, since my mother told me about it" he paused again, trying to find the words, he thought this would be easier than he thought but with his heart beating fast...

He wasn't sure if he'd get the words right.

"Take your time" Kara told him with a sweet tone, hearing his heart beating fast. Kara had a feeling there was something he kept from telling her.

if this was what she was thinking?

She herself, once felt the same, and still... To this day.

She does.

"When you... Told me about your true self, when our bond turned close. I didn't want it to break, I didn't want to drift away from you, if you ever wondered why I felt awkward around you before the day I left. Well..." his face flushed a little red. "I... I wanted to confess that I... Had feelings for you since high school, I wasn't sure how it really began but..." he paused one more time, chuckling to himself, much to Kara's surprise.

"You... You like me?" she said ever so softly, blinking a few times before a cute-sided smile appeared when he nodded.

"I regretted not saying anything before. And I thought returning to Midvale, would give me that second chance to-" he was abruptly stopped by Kara leaning in and kissing him on the cheek, a look of shock expressed across his face. "Did... Did you just-?"

"I like you too" she expressed with nothing but a cute look "And before you say 'Is this a joke?', it isn't" she shook her head. "I swear on Rao, this is real" she giggled happily.

Kara then stood up and offered her hand to a still shocked Y/N.

"C'mon! I want this to be special for our first time" she hinted.

Y/N took her hand and stood up himself, keeping his eyes on her. "Is this really happening?".

"Yes, it really is" she smiled. "Hold onto me" she cooed, feeling his arms securely wrap around her. His body close to hers as the two locked eyes.

"Up we go then" Y/N cooed back, still keeping his smile as he felt his feet lift off the ground, feeling the wind get a little intense as Kara flew upwards.

His eyes still on her blue irises. For a moment, she looked dead-drop gorgeous in his eyes, the cape billowing behind her like her hair the more and more they went up.

Kara kept her smile, focused completely on his face while flying up, up and away. Up into the clouds above as her face began to draw close.

She was a little nervous at first, but all of that was thrown away and replaced with pure confidence once Y/N had confessed his feelings that laid dormant until he could say them out loud enough for her to hear.

As the two flew through a cloud, up into the dancing colors in the sky, their eyes closed and their lips touched finally. Kara stayed afloat perfectly in the air, the sunset sitting in a perfect angle as it illuminated the sky around them.

The two pressed lips deeply with a soft smacking sound and a little moan, with no regrets on either side, their beautiful moment continued onwards before Y/N had to pull back to breath.

"Breathtaking, wasn't it?" Kara cornily joked.

"Ugh, that was corny" he cringed as Kara laughed softly. "Almost ruined our moment there".

"C'mon, it wasn't that bad" she tried persuading him, but to no avail.

"Trust me, Kar? It was" he told her. "But it was a little cute in a way".

"Some would say romantic, don't you think?" she asked him. "Up in the sky, the sun setting, the sky dancing with colors... And just us two, having our first kiss" she smiled brightly, her eyes full with love and joy. "And to think we started as friends, best friends. And today..." she paused, smiling deeper. "As your girlfriend and perhaps partner if The Guild works together with the League".

Y/N hummed in agreement. "I hope this never ends though" Y/N mumbled to her softly, sighing happily before drawing his face closer to hers. "I hope WE never end".

"Like that would ever happen. Nothing's stopping us, this is our second chance" she smirked. "Care to go again?".

"Gladly"...

The pair drew their lips closer to each other again...

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