°~Jeanne~°

Authors Note: I am not sure if this is how headcanons work, but I hope you will enjoy it regardless :)

•attentive, loves kissing and cuddling with you, especially in the morning

•Isn't all to good at communicating any issues or emotions that he feels, that may make him upset

•Not really the jealous type, because he knows that you are with him and nothing in the world would make him doubt that

•Will often repress them until they completly boil over and he breaks down

•Would remember important dates either too soon or to late

•He once forgot your anniversary and then remembered it 2 days later

•It was embarrassingly hilarious watching him scramble to get a quick gift

•Ended up being some store bought roses since it was already really late

•A lot of unwashed clothes laying around, smelling like dead demon and other undescribable disgusting things

•would sometimes bring new weapons from his so called "adventures" as gifts

•the amount of times he did it is astonishing, but atleast you could open a weaponry or a weapon shop

•Dante is... well how to put it nicely... a bit messy. I mean, have you seen the DMC office? If not for you, the office would have been drowning in pizza cartoons and empty beer bottles

•Dante rarely paid his bills while you dated, but that of course changed when you got married and

•Dont let this man cook, or a matter of fact even enter the kitchen

•The only thing coming out of that would be Dante, because the rest would be destroyed

•He once exploded an egg in the microwave

•Trish and Lady show up a lot, not only regarding job related things, but to also just hang out with you

•They know how he is so they are sympathetic with you and the man that he is

How did he propose?

-Good question;

-He was nervous to even suggest marriage to you eventough you had discussed it with him a number of times already

-Dante would have been saving money for months(especially because he is always broke) to finally buy you an engagement ring

-He would try hiding it from you, but well, the jokes that he would sometimes make would suggest the engagement so in the end it wasn't a big suprise when he finally did propose

Warnings: Mentionings of murder

A relationship with Michael was weird to say the least.

One day you noticed the shape of Haddonfield looking into your window staring at you, while you were watching TV. You cowered in fear as soon as you noticed and slowly made your way upstairs into your bedroom, afraid that he would jump through your window. The telephone on your nightstand would be your saviour. As soon as you picked up there was not a single sound coming out. He had switched off the electricity to your house.

You had overheard the door opening and closing. The floor boards started to creak. Panic setteled all over your body, fear making you frezze up. The steps coming closer. You held your breath, awaiting his appearance in your doorway. The minutes that you had waited, felt like an eternity, only for nothing to happen. You weren´t sure how long you had waited until you finally left your room but the house was empty. It looked like no one ever entered or left.

You started looking around your house, baseball bat from the basement in hand, taking slow steps. There was no one in the house and nothing had been stolen, you thought, until you looked into the fridge. It was almost completely raided. Only some vegetables remaining. Your eyes had popped out in shock. How could have someone eaten that much food in such a short amount of time.

After the shock and panic had worn off, you decided to remain in the house even though you were left without any food. He could be waiting outside your house, until you decided to leave. These thoughts filled your mind, making you paranoid. You had not slept a single minute that night.

The next day you decided to head out to go shopping and maybe buy a gun. During that morning nothing perculiar happened but the paranoia had not worn off. Checking every isle, basically jumping into your car and jumping out and not interacting with anyone.

Upon your return to your house with the groceries, you noticed something on your door step. It was a little box, seemingly for a wedding ring. You opened it to reveal a beautiful golden diamond ring covered in blood. As soon as you saw the blood, you dropped the box with the ring and just entered the house with the groceries. Your legs quivered as you entered the house, afraid that the shape had been in your home once more. Your steps slow and careful to avoid making much noise.

Your breath had quickened, upon hearing a sound from upstairs. It grew closer until you had seen him. Michael Myers. Just as intimidating and scary as the first time you had seen him. You had tried leaving the house but to be only grabbed by him and thrown onto the kitchen counter.

You were too afraid to stand up and leave, afraid that he would just kill you right then and there. He had left you there for sometime, until returning to you once more with the little box with the ring inside. Michael opened it and started to forcefully to put it onto your ring finger. You did not intervere, to afraid of the consequences. He then opened the brown grocery back that you had left on the floor next to the door. He turned away from you and seemingly started to eat your newly bought groceries.

Your eyes had widened. Did he pay for the groceries with the ring? As soon as he was finished he just left, nothing happened to you and neither did he really steal anything from you. Well except your groceries.

The fear that you had against the boogeyman of Haddonfield turned into utter confusion. He could have easily killed you but instead he just wanted your groceries.

From that day on it was a common occurence that he just entered your house and ate a big portion of your food. But he always paid you in one way or another, if it was a ring, some other jewellery or a plushie. You always took them, grateful that he gifted you something material and not the release of death by his hands. You had started to buy groceries for two people and sometimes even cooked something that he would maybe enjoy. It felt like living with a roommate that was barely home and did not pay any bills.

This situation had continued on for almost two years, him sneaking into your house, leaving some sort of payment and then leaving once more.Until one night you "caught". You wanted something to drink in the middle of the night and then saw him there, kneeling before the fridge, mask a bit lifted so that only his lips were visible. Assuming that his mouth was full and that he did not speak in general, you just grabbed youself a glass of water and wished him a good night. The rest of the night you laid in your bed, not confused or afraid of the sight you had seen but rather intrigued. How come a famous serial killer "pays" for his food that he "buys" from you. The situation in itself was so unbeliviable that it was humorious to you.

At some point he had started to not only visit in the night but in the evening as well. If you were at home and watched TV, he would sit right next to you and complain in one way or another way about the channel that was on. You werent sure if he did that to annoy you or if he just did not enjoy whatever you were watching. None the less the company was appreciated.

That was also the real starting point of your relationship. Instead of jewellery, he brought you self picked bouqets of flowers and sometimes even chocolates that were long past their due date. You always took them and spoke a soft thank you. The interesting thing was also that he gave these gifts to you personally instead of leaving them on your counter or before your bedroom door.

From that point moving forward you two grew closer. Not to a point that he would reveal his whole face to you but to a point that you could call it a relationship.

He is in a way loving, pressing a kiss on your forehead if he left, or holding your hand if you were watching a horror movie. It all felt so genuine. You were practically head over heels for him. At the same time you would never be able to tell if he felt the same about you but you were content with that. Living with him was interesting though.

Because for someone who does not speak much, he does not listen well either. If you tell him to take off his shoes before entering the house, he just walks away. If you scold him for something he had done, he would just walk away. If you initiated more intimiate gestures he would either walk away or throw you on the bed and walk away. Walking away was one of his favourite things to do if confrontation was approaching.

And at the same time it was difficult to talk to him in general. Since he never spoke, you were never aware of how he was doing or what he was thinking. The only type of communication was him pointing towards something but that always turned into a game of charades. He sometimes even pointed towards things while he wanted something completly different. You did not know if he did that to tease you or if he just did not know how to properly communicate his needs. The only need he was able to properly communicate was the need to kill and that by pointing his knife up as if he wanted to stab you right in the head.

But you loved him either way.

Vergil Sparda x gn!Reader

Warnings: People are wounded, demon attack, suggestive, no romance (yet)

You had met Vergil after the Qliphot incident, dragged to the Devil May Cry office by Dante. You had taken care of the office while Dante had been absent. They were almost gone for an entire year and their reapperance caught you off guard. Especially since Vergil had decided to join his brothers business. It meant that you started to not only work for Dante but his older twin brother as well.

You lived in red grave and your little sister fell victim to a demon, with that your hatred for demons started. You tried the demon hunting lifestyle, until one day you were overpowered by one. Thats how you meet Dante, he saved you. He then offered you to join Devil May Cry and you accepted without any hesitation and regret, feeling like you owed him something. Even though Dante only needed someone to help him pay the bills of the Devil May Cry office, explaining the job offer, you were grateful for it.

At first you couldn´t stand Vergil after everything you heard about him. He was also really stand off-ish and cold. Not very friendly character traits in your opinion. But your opinion of him quickly changed. Vergil had started managing Dantes finances and his bills were finally paid in regular time stamps. Thanks to this there was a constant water and electricity flow in the office. He sometimes even started conversations with you when you were in the office. They weren´t long or about anything important but it showed you that maybe he was not so bad after all.

The phone on Dantes desk started to ring and since he wasnt in the office, you picked up. A paniced woman was on the other line. She started to ramble about some kind of demon attack and that they needed help. You looked around and started to panic. The only demon hunter in right now being Vergil and you. You wrote down the details and started to call him. As quickly as always he appeared behind you, asking quickly what was wrong. The distress in your tone telling him that something was indeed wrong. You explained what was going on and that you two would have to leave quickly. Vergil was level-headed and calm during your whole interaction and as soon as you were finished packing your equipment, you left via portal.

The feeling of traveling via portal was weird. Never had you done it before, never having a reason to do so. Upon arriving at your destination you found a horrific scene before you. Many people wounded, everything was beaten to a pulp, blood splattered everywhere. The house was almost destroyed, many walls shattered and the roof completly gone. A demon was feasting on an innocent person. You only exchanged a look with Vergil and knew what was supposed to be done. Vergil started to fight the beast, while you started to drag the people out. As soon as everyone was out, you started to tend to the wounds of the wounded victims. Your hands were covered in blood and sweat formed on your forehead. There was not a lot you could do for the victims since you lacked medical training. You tried bandaging them but to no avail, they had to be sewn shut. There was so much blood and the whining of the victims made it almost unberable for you to do anything.

Suddenly a inhuman scream was heard, the demon had been slayin. Vergil stepped out of the house completly fine as if he never fought anything. Tears slowly formed in the corners of your eyes.

"Help me Vergil. We need to get them to a hospital." You sobbed out, desperate. Killing demons had never been hard on you, seeing them in pain even deleighted you. Human pain on the other hand filled you with horror, it always pained you and made you frezze up and unable to think properly. It had reminded you to much of your sister. Vergil put a hand on your shoulder and turned you around, away from the victims.

And from there on you couldn´t remember what happened. You sat there in trance, unable to move or do anything. Vergil once more placed a hand on your shoulder and spoke.

"Lets leave." Looking up at him it revealed nothing to you. Around you there was nothing left of the people that had lain there before, only their blood remaining there. it made you shudder, you felt weak. It was the first time something like that had happened to you. You started to follow Vergil through the portal, still not saying anything. The shock from before still not completly worn off.

"Maybe you should resume your training, that was not quite you-."

"How can you handle seeing all of that? That was complete madness all those people hurt." You started to sob once more completly ignoring his statement from before. He started to talk once more, "The horrors I have already witnessed can not compare to anything you could imagine. It is now something that I am used to and have to life with."

The tears would not stop from running down your cheeks. "I don´t want anyone getting hurt anymore. Help me, help me become stronger so that no one is getting hurt anymore." The tears would not stop from running down your cheeks.

"I don´t want anyone getting hurt anymore. Help me, train me." Vergil was caught of guard by that request.

"You want me to train you? If I do I will not go easy on you. I hope that you are aware." He stared down at you, looking for something in your eyes. What he found was determination under your tearful eyes.

"Fine, we start tomorrow." With that he left you there on the floor of the Devil May Cry office. You did not know, what he did to get help for the victims of the demon attack but deep inside you knew he did the right thing, while you were unable to do anything. You were thankful.

Just like he said training started the next day. Vergil stood before your bed at 5 in the morning, scaring you so much that you let out a scream. Dante appeared out of no where, making sure that nothing happened. What he saw before him satisfied something in him.

"Damn Vergil, didn´t think you were a pervert." Vergil glared at his brother like he wanted to murder him.

"Foolish." Vergil looked away from both of you, a hint of pink on his cheeks. The bickering between them two started, while you just let your head fall back onto your pillow. Slowly getting irritaded by their "lovely" conversation, you demanded that they both left so you could get yourself ready.

Vergil stood at the roof of the Devil May Cry office building, looking as menacly as ever. You were instantly intimidated by this, cowering before him.

"Before we properly start, we need to correct you stance. Everytime I see your stance in a fight, its unsure and easily breakable." You stared at him, understanding his point but at the same time unable to execute it differently. This irritaded him and he stood behind you correcting your stance.

The closeness made your head fill with blood and you practicaly melted into him. Everything he said right over your ear. It made you not pay attention to what he was saying, until he pointed something out.

"Don´t be so flustered about my closeness. The art of fighting is a close one by default."

"I did not think that it would be this close though." You turned your head around while saying that, in order to see him. You were now face to face with him, you felt his breath on your lips. He seperated from you, making distance. You saw his blushing cheeks as he retreated from you. He picked up the yamato that he had put down before you arrived.

Dante Sparda x gn!reader

Warnings: Small descriptions of a demon, you are attacked by a demon, kissing, fluff

Dante had been gone when you woke up. Usually he would greet you with a kiss on your forehead before you were fully awake but this time the bed was empty. The sheets as if he never left. His scent all over the bed. Washing detergent and pizza grease. Not the best smells but it was Dante, so you didn´t really bother.

After another hour of laying around, you decided to leave the bed and make your way downstairs. The Devil May Cry office was never properly clean no matter how often you would clean it. Dante was just messy. Many pizza boxes littered the place and the lights did not work. You never knew why his bills weren´t paid but you stopped bothering him about it since he would dodge the question anyway.

If the lights did not work, the water would not be running either. The only solution would be to go to your own apartment and get properly cleaned. Your hair greasy and body odour smelling horrendous. All of your clothing was dirty and the only articles of clothing left were your underwear and one of Dantes shirts. You quickly packed up your clothing and personal belongings. When you opened the door, you peeked outside. If anyone saw you in only your underwear and one of Dantes shirts it would be embarrassing for you. Especially if Lady or Trish would see, they would never let you live it down.

As soon as everything was empty , you sprinted down the street down to your car. Once inside a breath of relief left your mouth. No one saw you and so you drove of into the direction of your apartment complex. Some streets had been closed off from demon attacks. Truthfully you did not know where Dante was this morning. He would never tell you when he had a new job, he would just leave and send you a fast message. Today though you received no message at all. It made you worry but he always returned to you, so you shouldn´t.

Suddenly you noticed a black creature flying straight at you. You quickly pushed the brakes, making your car halt. Before it hit your car, you opened the door and jumped out. The creature completly crashed into the windshield. It quickly recovered and swiftly made its way into your direction. You jumped up and ran into the direction of the Devil May Cry office, your phone still remaining in the passenger seat of your car.

Dante never wanted you to be involved in the whole demon business, you were the only part of his life that was normal. Even if you asked him if he could show you some tricks against those foul creatures, he would not tell you anything. That meant that you were helpless, at the mercy of the demon. Well, you supposed it was a demon because of its dreadful smell and hideous apperance. The only thing you could do was run and so you did. Adrenaline carried you through. The demon hot on your heels. Besides running you started to scream for help but no one was there. The streets were completly emtpy, as if everyone just dissapeared.

Suddenly something grabbed your leg and pulled you back. You fell onto your back and were slowly pulled towards the demon. Its mouth opened wanting to consume you. Many rows of teeth revealed themselves to you, making the sight even more horrifying. You tried fighting it but to no avail. This couldn´t be the end. You still wanted to do so many things in your life. Tears travelled down your cheeks. You still wanted to live, you still wanted to tell Dante that you loved him. Oh you loved him so dearly. Since you had known him, he had been so kind to you and always listened to your worries and fears and in return you did the same. He had to know your feelings but it was now to late. Its mouth moved closer and closer, out of instinct you closed your eyes afraid of the pain. You only awaited the teeth of the beast to finally take a bite out of you. Until.....

Nothing. Nothing happened. You slowly opened your eyes again. The demons mouth still open before you. Blood trickeled onto your forehead. The demon had been stabbed right through its supposed chest. The sword pointing into the direction of your forehead. Upon further inspection you noticed it had been Dantes sword. You saw it many times before he left for some of his jobs. The demon was cut in half until it was completly vaporised into dust. Sun casting a shadow on him, your knight without his shining armour. Dante stepped closer revealing his face to you.

He held a hand out towards you and with an amazed gaze you took it.

"Now, how lucky am I to stumble upon a sweet thing like you." He said that with a smile to his face. You jumped into his arms, relief washing over you.

"Dante, I am so glad you are here. I...I was so scared and I-." You were caught of guard by his lips pressing onto yours. A simple kiss but it told you so much.

"How about you explain to me first why you are only wearing a shirt." Embarrassment took over and you started stuttering, unable to form a proper sentence. Dante started laughing at that. In retaliation you hit his chest, making him laugh even more.

"You know what? Forget it, Dante." A pout formed on your lips and you turned around. With that Dante wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.

"How about we have a date night today, after I am done cleaning up. Does that sound good to you, my sweet baby?" He teasingly asked you right above your ear. This made you completly melt into him, your bodies fitting perfectly into eachother.

With a smile you said, "Pay your bills first and then we will see." You both laughed and Dante turned you around to look at him. You stared into his dreamy icy blue eyes, a love struck look on your face.

"I think I love you, Dante." You pressed your lips onto his and he quickly replied.

Michael Myers x f!reader

Warnings:Kissing, making out, descriptions of breasts, stalking done by youself, suggestive, fluff(if you squint), Michael Myers,no real smut, mentionings of killing

The holes in his mask revealed nothing to you. You were never sure how he was doing. Not a single emotion displayed. At he same time it made you wonder, how he looked like behind the mask. In an attempt to see his face, you started to stalk him. It was the best idea you had without making it too obvious. So you started to mimic him. Whenever he was in a trial with you, you would abandon anykind of generator you started to repair. Following him, sharing his walking speed, being just as quiet as him. You were his perfect double, but without the killing.

Ironically this is how you found yourself in this situation. Pinned at the wall, a leg between your thighs. Michael stared at you behind his mask. And as always you weren not able to sense any kind of emotion behind his white mask. Your arms above your hand, enclosed by one of his hands. The other hand holding the knife to your neck. They were much bigger than yours, caloused and rough. He had spotted you, when you were following him into the Myers house. Your steps loud enough to alarm him.

Michael let you go as soon as he realised it was you. The knife now back at his side and his back turned towards you. He made his way away from you, but you followed him. His steps, much bigger than yours, led you two outside. All of a sudden he stopped, you crashing into his back. While turning around, his eyes stared at you, silently asking whats wrong. To afraid to answer, you just looked down. Eventhough you wanted to ask him if you were able to see his face, the moment he asked what was wrong you chickened out. Your gaze staring at the dark green gras of Haddonfield.

His hand came into view, placing it under your chin. Michael lifted your head up to look at him. This action made you stutter. He had never before done that. When you acted weird, he would just brush it off. This time though he was interested, about what was going on with you. While trying to escape his grasp, he instead grapped your shoulder. Confusion settled on your face. Never had he ever wanted to know whats going on with you. The only things he cared about; Killing and being intimiate with you without strings attached.

"Whats up with you?" His change of demenour now more interesting, than whats hidden behind the mask. A gruff left his silicone lips. Foolishly you awaited an answer, that was never going to come. You shrugged his big hands of your shoulders, taking your leave. You would not be able to see his face, atleast not today. But before you were able to get far away, Michael grabbed you once more. This time he easily slung you over his shoulder. Your weight nothing compared to his strength.

Michael stepped back into the house and moved into the living room. He threw you onto the dusty couch. Upon impact many little particels flew around. He sat next to you, staring at the broken TV. You copied his action and then started to ask again.

"So, what are we doing now?" You slowly came closer to his face, raising your hand and pinching his mask. His only reply a grumble, he had now understood what you wanted. Defeated you fell back down onto the couch, laying your feet onto his lap. His hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you onto his lap. Embarrassed by this, you covered your face with your hands.

Michael took your hands, removing them from your face and placing them onto the edge of his mask. He left them there.

"Am I supposed to take your mask of?" You asked with confusion. He nodded.

"Are you sure?" Another nod. Carefully you started to lift his mask. His lips chapped and dry. A tint of red. Cheeks completly fair, never being revealed to sunlight. One of his eyes scarred and the other a beautiful nut brown color. Curly hair locks disheveled from constantly wearing his mask. The same color as his eyes. He was gorgeous.

You placed the mask onto the couch, taking his face into your hands. His skin had little scars all over. No expression on his face. Your hands moved up into his hair, tugging at it lightly. He let out a sigh. It was brief, almost not noticeable. It caught you off guard. His eyes now stern, staring into your eyes. Your face filled with embarrassment once more. He started to move you closer towards him on his lap. Your eyes caught his and he slowly came closer towards your lips. And all of a sudden you were kissing him. The chapped feeling was not bad and your lips started to move against his. Hands landing on your hips, grounding you. Your hands snaking up behind his neck.

The kiss quickening. Kissing turning into making out. This was the first time you exchanged an intimate act with him, other than sex. This felt so much better than the times you were fucked by him. And this also meant that he wanted there to be something other than just the sex.

His lips left yours, you both catching your breath, more so you. As soon as your heartbeat stabilized, you once again were on his lips. This time your tongue entered his mouth. He sucked on it, but quickly let go, moving towards your neck. Attacking it roughly, leaving marks. His hands started to wander, stopping at the bottom of your shirt. Silently asking if he could take it off.

"Take it off but only if you take of your top aswell." You stared at him with lust. He unexpectantly oblidged. His hand traveled towards his zipper, leading it down. It revealed a white t-shirt, motor oil stains covering it. He swiftly took it off, revealing his chest and abs. His body well trained from the trials. Murdering survivors, knocking down doors and pallets, regressing gens and sometimes even defying the entity. Many scars running along, some bigger than the others.

Your hands started to touch his hot skin, feeling him up and down. He did not interrupt, only gripping the hem of your shirt and lifting it. You were gifted a red lingerie set by the entity and now wore it. It suprised him, caught him of guard. It made him stare.

"What? Like what you see?" You asked smugly.

Warnings: Kissing, just typical making out

The killers heartbeat got louder and louder, terror shrouding your senses. The Legion not letting any of you either start or finish a generator. While you tried to make him chase you, he wouldn't even look at you. His focus lying solely on slashing the people on the generators and kicking them in order to regress them. After some time Dwight and Haddie had been sacrificed, being grabbed of the generators. They now sacrificed to the entity, leaving only you and Vittorio. You looked at him and motioned him towards you. The rock you both hid behind close to another generator. The Legion left made his way towards the other generators in order to look for you.

"He will not back down, we need to figure something out." You whispered to Vittorio, keeping your guard up.

"We need to get to a place much safer than this one. Follow me." You quickly stuck to him. He headed towards the ski resort, the generator inside the building completly regressed to no progress. Windows and doors torn down, the only thing left alive burningbrighty in the fireplace. You followed Vittorio upstairs, the stairs creaking loudly. Both of you standing still, upon hearing the killers heartbeat once more. Vittorio quickly snapped out of it, taking your hand and leading you towards one of the rooms. This motion made you fluster, not used to physical touch in the realm, besides the killers hooking or morying you.

He lead you to one of the empty rooms. The wood rotten, some snow falling into the room through the small creaks. It was cold, one of the only feelings remaining in the living hell of the entity's realm. Vittorio took a look out of one of the creaks, looking for the Legion. He headed towards the shack, still not capable of finding you two.

Vittorio let out a sigh of relief and plopped himself down onto the rotting bed. You continued to stand in the doorway, not bothering to enter further.

You nervously started to speak, his presence intimidating you. "Well, either one of us dies by us trying or by just giving up. He just won't leave. " Your sight on the ground. "I will do it, otherwise this will never end." With quivering lips, you finished.

He looked into your eyes, shaking his head. "I can't let you do that. There must be a way for both of us to leave this trial, even though it looks like a hopeless situation." Vittorio stood up, making his way towards you. He put his hands onto your shoulders, making you look into his eyes. "There must be a way to get out of here, without either of us dying."

"How so? We beat him up?" You spoke a bit louder. His thoughts stopped for a second. For as long as he can remember, violence was never the answer. Seeing it as something only used by people that don't know how to solve conflict without war.

"If we do that, we are only miIdly better than those chasing us. I will do it and you start looking for the hatch as soon as I am sacrificed." Your eyes stared at him, expecting this kind of answer from him. He had been much longer in the realm than you. He has seen things much worse than you could ever imagine. You stepped closer to him, your eyes enraptured by his. He was shocked by your sudden change in behaviour.

"Well... I think that we still have some time before he starts looking for us in here, don't you think?" Your tone serious and full of determination. Laying your hands on his cheeks. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer than before. Your lips got closer to his, hot breath hitting you. The room got hotter by the second. His lips a bit chapped. The kiss rough and full of passion. You started to push him back onto the rotten bed. His back hitting the matress. You sat on top of him, your lips never separating. His hands wandering from your waist to your hips. Receiving light squeezes. He separated from your lips and latched onto your neck. Sucking and bruising your delicate skin. Moans escaping your mouth. Breathlessly moaning out his name. His beard scratching every soft part it touched.

"I have thought about something like this for about some time, you know?" He spoke, putting his forehead against yours. This made you hug him even tighter.

All of a sudden he stood up, making you stand on your feet once more. The heartbeat of the killer coming closer. In quick steps, Vittorio pushed you into a locker. The Legion stood in the door way, raising his knife, while Vittorio sprinted out of the resort. The heartbeat becoming quiter until it disappeared. A scream followed suit and Vittorio was gone.

Fluff

Warnings: small descriptions of a bear trap biting down, otherwise only fluff

You made your way through the thick fog. It was almost impossible to see and the danger of the bear traps didn't make it any easier for you. Even though Evan trusts you, he doesn't trust others, especially regarding his property. The thought of someone trespassing on his property makes him furious. Explaining his territorial behaviour not only towards his realm but also you.

You wanted to visit Evan after another awful trial. The Demogorgon shredding everyone to pieces. It was a brutal and bloody scene. Since you appeared in the entity's realm, there was almost nothing good enough to comfort you, except for him. Even when all hope is lost, he is there for you.

In search of the beginning of his property, you didn't pay enough attention to your surroundings and suddenly stepped into a beartrap. You let out a blood-curdling scream, the teeth of the bear trap biting deep inside the skin of your leg. Tears were welling in your eyes. The continuous attempts to escape the claws of the bear trap ended in futility. As you bathed in panic, fear started to slowly eat through your brain. The fear of being found by someone else in the realm, other than Evan. You wouldn't know what they would do to you. Your heartbeat picked up, someone was coming closer.

A tall, muscular silhouette stalked closer, but you weren't sure who it was. The fog was still strong and the moonlight did not help enlighten your vision. Low whimpers escaped you lips before you spoke. "Who is there?" Your voice revealed the fear that consumed you and your lips quivered.

The closer the figure got, the more you started to panic. In an attempt to free yourself, you only tightened the teeth of the bear trap. More screams echoed in the dark and foggy forest of the Macmillan estate.

But your worries quickly came to a halt. Evan revealed himself. The mask hid anykind of facial expression. He stepped closer to you and opened the bear trap with his bare hands. His skin littered with hooks embedded by the entity in an effort to torture him. His coverall covered in blood and skin rough from the constant killing. As soon as the teeth of the bear trap left your aching ankle, he enveloped you in his big arms. The warmth of his body brought you comfort. His scent overflowing with wood that has long burned to ashes. He rose from his crouched position with you in his arms bridal style. His big arms hiding your weakend body from the dangers lingering in the fog, you felt safe. In confident and precise steps, you were carried to the estate by him.

The estate is run-down. A rusting watertower creaking in the background, threatening to break down at any minute. The other constructions in the estate holding up somewhat well in comparison. Everything deeply abandoned by any human presence, and the only one left was Evan.

He entered the storehouse and placed you on one of the many wooden boxes that cluttered the storehouse. During the whole exchange, you two didn't exchange any words. His guilt was engraved in his actions, knowing that you were injured by one of his bear traps. However, you portrayed that as wrath. Your silence made him worry that you were angry at him and vice versa.

Ashamed of himself he left you sitting there, looking for a medkit. You just continued sitting there, thinking what you were supposed to do next. You hated making Evan upset and he probably wouldn't listen when you would start talking about it. He ignored issues until they would go away, deeply buried inside his very being.

But that had to change. Now. You wobbled as you stood up from your sitting position as a wince left your cold lips. You had to limp due to your injury, but before you could make it far, Evan returned. He easily picked you up with one arm while the other was holding the medkit. Sitting you back onto the wooden boxes, Evan opened the medkit and got some bandages out to start wrapping your throbbing ankle.

"Evan, I am sorry that I got injured, I should have been more cautious of my surroundings like you always tell me bu-" You were quickly caught off guard by his soft and warm lips. His mask long abandoned, he relished in the feeling of your lips. The kiss was hot and slow. A lot of love in just a few motions exchanged. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

In the end you both were breathless and decided to seperate from the kiss, only a string of salvia connecting you two.