hi, I love your stories especially the Godzilla x readers, it made me a monster lover even today. So, I was wondering if you could do a multi-slashers x a reader who may seem innocent and sweet on the surface, but when something happens, they discover that the reader is just like them. Future partner in crime?
Aw, Thank you! Woof, I haven't gotten a mutli-slasher ask in a while. *cracks knuckles* Let's do this! (Also, you didn't specify who, so I just chose my favorites.)
Thomas Hewitt: Tommy looks at the man hanging from the hooks, feeling rage bubbling within his gut. He had been a handsome blond who felt the need to make a gross comment about your body. Tommy knew he was destined to be cattle, but it seems as though someone had gotten to him first. That just pissed him off even more.
"Hey," The sound of your voice startles him. You walk out from behind the blubbering idiot, apron tied around your torso, wiping your hands. "It was hell getting him up there, but I think I did ok. Mind helping me process?" You ask, flashing him one of your winning smiles. Tommy blink, slowly coming to terms with what's happening. He nods, taking the meat cleaver you offered him, the pretty boys' pleas falling on def ears. If Tommy had the mind to talk, he'd tell you in that moment he loved you. But something in him said you already knew.
Tex Sawyer: You were the one person Tex ordered Alfredo not to harass. You'd gotten a job at the gas station, he guessed in a last ditch effort to make some money. He was glad you'd had. You were perfect, and he had a hard time not flirting with you when he came in. Color him surprised when one day and enterprising thief decided to rob the place.
Before Tex or Alfredo could react, you leapt over the counter, surprising everyone. What happened next was a flurry of cuss words, flying fists, and brain matter on the floor. When you straiten up you still look a little unhinged, but damned in Tex didn't fall completely in love with you in that moment. "Bad day?" He asks. You shrug, giving the now dead thief a kick. "You could say that." Tex takes the bandana around his neck off and wipes some blood off your face. "Would you like to come to dinner?" He asks you. You smile, "I'd love to."
Hannibal Lecter: Hannibal pops the meat in his mouth, taking a moment to savor the familiar flavor of pork. He looks at you, surprised at the complexity of flavor you've managed to pull of. You pay him no mind, going through the case file he put in front of you. You, like Will Graham, were a specialist the FBI called on regularly. You'd been in the middle of lunch, offering him a plate of food as well.
"Who was he?" Lecter asked. Your intense eyes snapped to his. "Beg pardon?" He motions to the dish, "Who was he?" He asks again. You frown and go back to the case files. "And unimportant irritant in my life." You said, not bothering to hide the fact that you clearly fed him human meat. Hannibal takes another bit of the meal, inhaling in pleasure at the taste. "You must give me the recipe." You finally smile, eyes still not moving off the pictures in front of you. "I'll see to it that you get it Dr. Lecter."
"Please," He says, "Call me Hannibal."











