synopsis : how they are when they get cuteness aggression from you
pairings : Malleus Draconia, Skully J. Graves x gn!reader (sep.)
tags : fluff , sfw , established relationships
a/n : super self indulgent I just want these guys to be stupidly happy for a bit. This was originally supposed to have Leona too but I lowkenuinely ran out of steam writing but if any1 requests for him I’ll prolly write
MALLEUS DRACONIA !!
He feels overwhelmed and conflicted.
It’s not like he hasn’t thought that something was cute before, he still has emotions you know, but it’s just different when it comes to you. He just wants to pick you up and pinch you and just the thought of it makes him break out into quiet giggles, thoroughly surprising the rest of Diasomnia.
He’s trying to get some homework done but he can’t get the scenario of just twirling you around in the air, the sound of your giggles and laughter ringing in his brain. He ends up either elegantly covering his face with his hands, the pointed tips of his ears a bright pink, or just straight up face-planting onto his wooden desk.
The next time you see Malleus, he feels off. He’s jittery and you can see that small twitch in the corner of his lips, but most obvious of all, the way his eyes are basically sparkling just looking at you.
It doesn’t take long before he just reaches over and pinches both of your cheeks mid-sentence, taking you by surprise. He hums contently with a mischievous smile on his face as he listens to your confused whining.
Once he lets go, gently caressing the faint pink marks on your face, he asks you to continue as if what he did was completely normal with zero explanation on what he just did.
He has absolutely 0 intention to explain himself unless you ask him outright. “It was simply a burst of emotions that I did not have the power to hold back” he says.
SKULLY J. GRAVES
Literally giggling like a school girl with the stupidest smile on his face. He acts relatively the same just…giddier, he acts like you yourself are Jack Skellington and standing right in front of him.
Despite this Skully is a gentleman through and through, as much as he’d love to he won’t just smother you in kisses (at least not out in public).
He can’t resist getting a little touchy however. Intertwining fingers, a hand on your waist or lower back, hell just look at his eyes he has literal hearts in them! Anyone within a five meter radius can tell that he’s literally a dam about to break.
Once both of you get home expect to be TACKLED with nonstop kisses, twirls, and lifts to the air (he’s basically as tall as Malleus he’s using the advantage) the moment you shut the door. He’s literally gonna be clinging onto you like an oversized sloth to a tree for at least 2 hours while his aggression simmers down.
You don’t even need an explanation for his behavior because he’s already voicing it out, you can hear it just from his constant giggles and enthusiastic “I love you”s.
After he’s died down and back to regular Skully programming, he honestly still won’t leave you alone for a while unless you say so. He won’t be as clingy but he definitely wants to be in your general vicinity, being far away from you for so long isn’t good for his health he says.
In the Ramshackle dorm au can I request HC were they are a found family and them sabotaging/being obstacles for enyone trying to ask you out because I think it would be funny lol
Like a scenario where a student knocks on the Ramshackle door planning to ask yuu out and they just answer the door or them scaring away the suits for yuu and basically going ‘you're not good enough for my sister’ lol
Love your writing hope you have a good day, afternoon and night and don't forget to drink water
:)
Ramshackle + keeping the bums away.
Masterlist
This technically shouldn’t be next in my inbox list but like.
It’s funny as shit.
Ramshackle dorm you aren’t real but you’re real to me
Also!
QUICK BONUS! The ghosts of ramshackle are very protective of Yuu and will haunt people so bad even just coming to the doorstep if they try anything. Their acceptable criteria is…unknowable but they do love love so they’re the easiest to get through
• has been on this shit from day 1
• he is the ultimate ‘protector’
• like , Ace tryna spend time alone? HES THERE. Floyd dragging you off? HES SCREAMING. Silver trying to nap with you? MAKE ROOM FOR GRIM.
• he does concider letting Idia , Azul or Kalim get some for the money…..but you’re his henchhuman! He CANNOT and WILL NOT sacrifice you.
• honestly before the others csme it was silent common knowledge that to get to the prefect you had to appease grim which seemed to be an impossible task.
• but now it gets so much worse
• to members of the audience , the so much worse in question!
• being your second in command he too immediately gains an “authority” on whom becomes potential partners
• if he hears anyone even mentioning it he will find them and resolve it the non magic way (a punch right between the eyes.)
• he’s got high standards and this school is really not meeting them
• none of them are respectful , smart , kind , loyal and able to give you a long fulfilling life in his eyes!
• he’s not above any means honestly. He’s also more than likely the one to slam doors in the face of suitors if they try come to the dorm.
• ough he is ON IT. He’s scheming he’s doxxing (or at least gwtting others to do it for him) he’s keeping his precious little baby safe. You may be nearly an adult but you are no less a baby to him like Gidel! So no dating at all. You’ve got so much life to live instead of sucking face with these bums!
• he’s humiliating them so hard. Like. He’s got no shame.
• though. He’s sneaky with it. He acts interested. More open to you dating! He draws them in.
• then when he tells them completely false information to win you over they notice their wallet , their tie and probably everything easily stealable is gone except for a new note with ‘stay away’ written in it or something else akin to it
• also he gets to you and definitely makes you have such a critical eye of others. Like really??? This is who you wanna date????
• someone tryna date you?
• nah
• the warm cozy spot in your bed is for him and grim to battle over. He doesn’t need some third loser coming in.
• very much like his big brother in his methods but also like grim in the sense that one reason they never get a chance to even have you alone because he’s just always prying (and winning) your attention!
• and every time yous walk away he looks back at them with the most FOUL grin
• NOOOO 💔
• ABSOLUTELY NOT 💔
• he waxes and whines long lamenting lyrics to you about how tragic it is that people are trying to steal your heart!
• he scares them away. That’s his main method
• also, he shows you he can treat you better! Not even in a strictly romantic sense! You can get all you want and more from him! Why waste time with this gawp?
• biggest unintentional slanderer too
• he will tell you some had a crush on you but then lists the most foul criticisms known to man against them
• another one where you don’t even have a chance
• he’d rather die than admit how much he cares for this rag tag group of losers
• so you don’t even know when someone has a crush on you because he either casually mentions it to the others and they do their work or he just haunts them until they stop
• he doesn’t even know how he knows! The information just drops into his lap tbh
• but anyway he almost has fun with your potential suitors , he has the most fun messing with them
synopsis; you don't like your roommates, they don't like you. three times in which you quarrel, and the one time it's not so bad.
notes; spoilers for all eng halloween events,halloween roomates au, gender neutral reader, probably ooc, reader is yuu, mutual dislike, if you squint this could technically be an actual x reader
words; 2.6k
⸝⸝ ꒰ROLLO FLAMME꒱ ⸝⸝
❝ Heyyy there, buddy. Whatcha...doing? ❞ You stared down at the white haired teen as he knelt in your garden, trowel and a bag of unidentifiable seeds in his hand. Rollo didn't seem particularly happy at your intrusion, but he answered you nonetheless, slightly turning his body to face you.
"Gardening." He turned back away, continuing to dig a small hole in the dirt, throwing a few seeds in before covering it back up. Your face soured as you eyed the bag of seeds, a nervous pit forming in your stomach. You swung the clanky gate of the garden open, stepping inside. Rollo visibly tensed, knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the trowel.
You knelt down besides him, careful not to let your uniform touch the soil. "Uh, yeah. I can see that..." You leaned over his shoulder, attempting to peak inside the bag. He snatched it from your line of sight, a scowl forming on his pale face. "What are you planting exactly?"
He shot you a glare, standing up to his full height and slipping off a thick pair of rubber gloves.
An odd expression crossed over his face. It almost seemed embarrassed? "...grapes."
huh?
You blink blanky at him, head slowly rotating to the now covered hole and back to him. He seemed to grow more frustrated (or flustered?) at your silence. He sharply turned away, stomping through the dirt and towards the front steps of the dorm.
"I'll be taking my leave now."
You scratched the back of your head. "Don't you need like a trellis like that...or something." He stopped in his tracks, "or at least a pot?"
"Not particularly." You couldn't see the expression on his face but the taunt muscles of his back and his tightly clenched fists told you everything you needed to know.
Rollo didn't wait for you to say anymore stupid comments, rushing up the steps and slamming the door behind him.
"yikes," you mumbled, hand lifting to scratch your chin. "I should probably ask Sam just to be sure." Your arms dropped to your sides.
You wouldn't want a repeat of what happened the last time Rollo was left to his own devices when it came to gardening.
⸝⸝ ꒰ FELLOW HONEST & GIDEL ꒱ ⸝⸝
❝ From now on you may call us Fellow Honest and Gidel! ❞ You felt your eye twitch. The ceramic mug in your hand would have certainly splintered by now if it wasn't for the fact that you refused to waste a perfectly good appliance on someone as infuriating as Ernesto, er, Fellow.
"What?" The mug slightly shakes in your hold as you bring it to your lips, drinking a nice long sip of tea. Something Rollo had brought when he had moved in; said it relaxed him. From the fast beating of your heart, the calming effects weren't working as desired. "Why would you choose that as your name?"
Ernesto Fellow brought a hand to his chin, a contemplative expression on his face. Suddenly he snapped his fingers like he suddenly got an idea. "Well, it was between that or Ernest Friend."
"Why would it be between that or Fellow Honest!" You slammed the mug onto the table, chair legs screeching against the wooden floor as you shoot up from your seat. "Those are the fakest sounding names ever!"
Fellow theatrically sighs, leaning back in his chair across from you, not granting you a response. You feel your blood pressure spike the longer you stare at his stupidly smug face.
To distract yourself you turn your head to the younger sibling. Gino Gidel's as quiet as ever, his head just barely reaching the table he sits at. He gleefully sips on the hot chocolate you bitterly made for him.
It's hard to stay mad when looking at a kid so cute, though that feeling quickly vaporizes as he catches your glance and shares the smug expression of his older brother. With one hand still holding the hot chocolate, he grabs his comedically large mallet and waves it at you in some sort of warning.
You have the irrational urge to throw a chair at him.
Turning your attention back to Fellow, you cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. "I know the security isn't outstanding but how did you manage to sneak into Night Raven. Or better yet, Ramschakle!" You find yourself glaring at the walls, hoping that the ghosts hiding within can sense your agitation.
Vocalizing a 'tsk, tsk', Fellow straightens up with concerning speed, grinning at you like he just won the lottery. He folds his hands together, eyes sharp. "Me and that stu—sharp headmage of yours came to an agreemen—"
"You blackmailed him didn't you."
His smile droops, eyes narrowing. "Has anyone told you how annoying you are?"
⸝⸝ ꒰SKULLY J. GRAVES꒱ ⸝⸝
❝ Get down from there! What on Earth are you three doing?! ❞ The trio froze like weeping angel statues, standing completely still even when you stomped over to the nice stack they created; Fellow held a sitting Rollo on his shoulders while Rollo had a standing Gidel on his. The closest you had seen the three be since the brothers had moved in. (You couldn’t remember the last time they were in each other’s vicinity without an argument starting. Or worse, a fistfight.) Gidel stood on his tippy-toes on Rollo's shoulder, hands reaching out and almost grasping a painting that hung from the wall.
"Cleaning." A scoff escaped your throat as you peered up at him. You certainly hadn't expect Rollo (whom you considered the most reliable in this dorm of villains) to play along. They didn't even have any cleaning appliances in their hands!
You pointed an accusatory finger in Fellow's face, he took a step back, causing the two on his shoulders to gasp. "You're trying to take down the painting!"
Immediately cracking under your accusation, he got in your face, the two on his shoulders wobbled. "I don't want that creepy thing watching us eat!"
"You're so rude! Don't insult him!"
"You've already lost it! You're talking about it like it's a person!"
"That's because--" Your words caught in your throat. You adverted your gaze from Fellow's, voice mellowing out. "He is--was one." For some odd reason, you felt protective of white-haired boy depicted in the frame.
Fellow gave you a bewildered look, confused by your random change in personality. Before he could comment on it, Rollo cut through the tension.
"Where did you acquire such a painting? I know you don't have the funds for such an antiquity." You grew awfully quiet, looking down at your feet and playing with your hands.
"y'know...I just...came across it."
There was silence for a moment. Fellow's head tilted to the side, then like a light bulb appeared above his head, brightened and straightened his head back into its original position with a soft 'pop!'. His jaw dropped, ears perking up.
"You stole it from the headmage!"
You snapped your head back up. "I did not!"
A boisterous laugh escaped Fellow's throat, he threw his head back, at least as much as he could with two people still on his shoulders. Rollo stared down at you with a disapproving look. You had no doubt that if he could move his arms from supporting Gidel's legs he would be using them to cover his face with his handkerchief.
"It did suddenly appear after you said Crowley forced you to clean out a storage room." Rollo surmised. "I heard Grim mumbling something about Halloween."
"Who do you think I am?" You huffed. "I would never--"
"hmm, was that not what happened?"
An unfamiliar voice. The four of you froze and like a cheesy horror movie, slowly turned your heads towards the source of the sound.
A translucent face poked out from the painting, red eyes that Fellow complained about glanced at all of your faces. Taking each one in. A sheepish grin emerged on his white face.
"Boo?"
There was a sharp inhale. Your heart skipped a beat, Fellow took a step back, Rollo's mouth open to shout something, Gino wobbled, only inches away from the ghost's face.
"Place us dow-!"
A high-pitched yell reverberated throughout the hall as Fellow hightailed it out of there, barely making it a few steps before two bodies crushed onto him, and then to the floor.
You remained frozen, eyes unmoving from the boy as he fully stepped out of the painting. The faint familiarity you felt spread like a fire on a dry bush, but for the life of you, you couldn't pinpoint from where.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" He floated down to the pile of groaning bodies on the floor. "I didn't mean to scare you all that badly!"
You weren’t fond of the sudden increase in roommates that you had gotten in the past few weeks, but for some odd reason your heart seemed to soften. This situation was technically your fault, wasn't it? It was now your responsibility to take care of the ghost you had brought into your home.
⸝⸝ ꒰OMAKE꒱ ⸝⸝
—❝ Mwrah! I’m hungry! What’s for dinner tonight? ❞ Grim squirmed in your grasp, nails awkwardly digging into your shirt.
You pulled him away from your body, holding him by his armpits. "Stop fighting me! We'll figure it out when we get there!"
You heard Rollo scoff and Fellow giggle from somewhere behind you. Slightly turning your head over your shoulder, your eyes narrowed as you watched the two attempt to hide their smirks, Rollo with a gloved hand over his mouth and Fellow with stuffing his face into his shoulder.
At least they were getting along. Even if it was at your expense.
Contemplating Grim's question, you held him on your shoulder, ignoring his annoyed yelps. All the leftovers had been finished the night before so that was out of the question. You could order takeout? But that would involve you having to go into to town to pick it up. It was either that or paying the extra delivery fee to get it delivered to some random building at the back of an arcane academy. Furthermore, you were pretty positive that this group wouldn't be able to scrounge up the cash for such a thing. That only left one option, making your own dinner. With a freehand, you ruffled Gidel's hair as you overtook his weirdly large strides. But what? Searching through your mind you suddenly gasped, make the three behind you temporarily pause.
“Oh wait!" You twirled around the face the three, ignoring the squawk of Grim still on your shoulder. "There was a mini sale at Sam’s on Monday. I bought some romaine. We could totally make a salad.” Fellow made a face, but didn’t complain. Gidel skipped along the stone path at a slightly faster pace, enthusiastically rubbing him stomach.
“Ugh, Salads?” Grim finally scrambled out of your hold. “I want tuna!”
Shaking your head, you sighed. “Well I could throw in some tuna in,” Grim perked up. “But only if you do your homework!” The direbeast nodded his head enthusatically.
Rollo’s steps paused from behind you. “Romaine?” He readjusted his bag, giving you a quizzical stare at your steps slowed to match his. “Are you referring to the lettuce?”
Oh right. The Roman Empire didn’t exist here. You never would’ve thought that would have mattered.
“Oh..yeah.” Guess you learn something new every day. "But anyway," you cleared your throat. "Epel said the package of his apples should've made it today. The ghost should've been able to bring it in." Fellow's face brightened, and much like his brother, he too had an increased pep in his step.
The dorm came into view just as the sun started to sink below the skyline. Grim ran ahead, on all fours, and quickly hopped up the steps of Ramshackle. Just as he reached for the doorknob, a translucent face passed through, widely smiling at the direbeast. In return, Grim yowled and scurred back over to your side, shouting obscenities at the ghost.
"Hey Skully," You instinctively held out your hand. Like clockwork he place a cold kiss onto the back of your palm. Your head turned side-to-side, observing the empty front porch. "I take it you brought in Epel's package?"
The ghost grinned, flying is slow, languid circles over your head. "Of course! I made sure the other ghosts didn't scare that poor delivery boy....too badly." Then, as if suddenly remembering the other roommate existed, he floated over to them.
Grim, still angry at the scare, swatted as Skully neared, his paw not doing anything but going through his body. Skully relented and made his way to Rollo.
The teen in question gracefully side-stepped the ghost with a practiced ease, making his way to the side of the dorm. "I will be harvesting the grapes if you need me." He shot a glare at the ghost. "Don't follow."
As Rollo trotted off, Fellow attempted, key word attempted, to sneak past the spirit, only to shout as if his tail had been stepped on as Skully's kiss graced his hand. With a disgusted expression, the man trudged inside, muttering something about washing his hands. You yelled at him to grab the apples while he was in the kitchen.
Unlike his brother, Gidel accepted his fate and only looked away as Skully kissed the back of his covered hand. The boy made his way inside and the door slammed behind him.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Skully awkwardly laughed, continuing to spin in circles around you.
"Good day?"
"As good as it can be."
The hours passed by quickly. Just as agreed, sitting on a highchair at the dining room table, Grim was doing his homework. Or, at least attempting to. Skully floated behind him, pointing out questions that he got wrong. The teen was definitely trying his best to explain the concept, though he seemed a little out of his element. Whether that was because he had been dead for while and had simply forgotten or he hadn't actually died as a teenager, you weren't quite sure.
Heaving the tray out of the oven, you were delighted to see a handful of dehydrated apples in prime condition. You felt the presence behind you before you saw it. Instinctively, you slapped the hand away from you, grabbing a long cooking spoon, turning around, and slapping the vagrant in one smooth motion.
Fellow feigned pain, holding his arms over his face. He attempted to smile, put on a facade of professionalism, though you could see irritation swimming in his eyes. "Hey! Hey! I just wanted a taste. I need to make sure you're doing it right." You scowled, holding the spoon over your head as he attempted to reach and pluck one from the tray.
"You can wait ten minutes!" Your eyes searched for a familiar white hair and your scowl deepened as you saw Rollo knee deep into tutoring Gidel. "Go sit back down! You need to learn!"
His shoulders sagged and a loud groan escaped his lips. To your surprise, he listened to you, mumbling how you were no fun and stomping back over the couch and taking a seat next to his brother. Rollo shot him a scathing look but didn't stop his ministrations. You relieved until you saw the fox's hand shoot to his mouth and his start jaw moving. Gasping, you snapped back towards the tray. A slice was missing.
You grit your teeth and bared it, not wanting to start a fight. Dinner would be ready soon.
As you reached over to the basket of freshly picked grapes, knife in hand, you couldn't help but let a small smile grow on your face.
They were annoying, caused trouble, and always seemed to have a problem with each other.
In all honesty, these roommates of yours probably decreased your quality of life. But you wouldn't have it any other way.
as a group, the all ignore the omnious green man approaching.
Weapons I think the Monster Reversed!Cast would have. This is just for me to keep track + World building. I looove world building, guys! This all started because I was writing something else 😭. Edit: This was just supposed to be a list, Idk why I wrote so much.
CW: Monster!Reader has an interest in [character], hints of possession, slight fluff, violence, weapons, some parts have Reader eating a person/monster, Reader breaks into bedrooms, stitching (Neige), Reader isn't heavily hunted by MH!Cast/Neutral truce?, threats, biting, Reader doesn't speak in full sentences
MH!Riddle - Sword, one adorned with beautiful detailing, made of scarlet iron. It gives off some sort of righteous vibe, and he'd prefer it simply because swords were used by knights to uphold the law before monsters grew in population. You saw him taking out a couple of beasts while eating some poor sap. It was kind of mesmerizing watching him swing the thing with such practiced ease. You had to leave, but the sense of disappointment that you couldn't watch more lingered. You broke into his room and saw the sword by his side. A little obsessive, however, his work is so pretty, you don't mind. "Red hair... Fight... Really pretty..." He opens his eyes and stares at where you once were, his mouth agape, and he processes what you said. The trainings afterwards consist of him asking Jamil and Vil how to use his weapon in both elegance and functionality. Next time you see him fight, he makes sure to put his practice to good use. He also tries purposefully outshining everyone else. By the time anyone else tries talking to you, he's shooing you off before they get the chance, insisting he'll show you more if you ignore everyone else.
MH!Ace - Twin-Blade. I'd like to think that because he's so good with his hand, he can spin that thing like crazy. He most definitely tries flaunting his skills to everyone, even more so when you're around. The moment he senses you somewhere in the dark on a mission, the number of times he spins, swings, and hits the beast increases by three. He's using both sides of the blade with such practiced ease, the others on the hunt are wondering why he didn't join sooner (Deuce knows what he's doing, because he can smell you too.) By the time he's done, he's already looking into the shadows, hoping you'll be smiling with praise...! You're not there. He's deflating with disappointment and is ready to go back to the headquarters before someone screams. Honestly? He's kind of over it, but he readies his blade anyway. He's about to chuck his weapon and go home, before Deuce gasps. That's different. Even more so when he drops his gauntlets and takes a few steps forward, finally earning Ace's curiosity. He turns—You're inches from his face. "... Showoff... But... Fun."... Ace goes back with a pep in his step while everyone else broods. As long as your attention is on him, he doesn't mind at all.
MH!Deuce - Gauntlets. You’ve seen him wreck a couple of monsters real good with them. He swings so fast that a regular person could never predict where his next punch is coming from. People have tried, but they've never succeeded. He's so absorbed in his training that whenever you appear, he always seems to almost hit you. He'll redirect it last minute. The first time you suddenly showed up right in front of him, he couldn't move his fist in time. His mind is racing with panic at the prospect of hitting you. It's what he wished for in the beginning, but... Now? If he sees you in pain, he might as well be punching himself, too. No one or no thing has ever managed to dodge—Oh hey, you caught it!... You caught it?! Other than a slight wince in pain, you don't seem too bothered... Though to be fair, he didn't put his all into that, and you know that. You only feel a slight pain on your palm, yet Deuce is sitting you down and tending to it like you've been wounded. Any time any other hunter comes close, he warns them to stay away. A part of you thinks that's due to more than just your hand...
MH!Cater - A Mace. It's a good contrast. Mostly because monsters don't expect to see Cater with one due to his bubbly exterior. You surely didn't. He combats it with paint, making the handle a little prettier. You're not sure if it really works, considering it's still a spiky pall of metal he swings at beasts. You snuck in while he was sleeping, with a makeshift keychain, and stuck it on the handle. You're not sure if it suits his taste, but it doesn't matter. He's trying to kill you anyway (That's what you think), might as well have a pretty weapon do you in. When he wakes up, his room smells like you, and he knows exactly where that gift came from. The next time you witness him fighting, he's talking about just how adorable his mace is now! Everyone else isn't too surprised about his before... It's just a little unnerving to watch him do it while fighting some giant beast.
MH!Trey - a Shotgun. He wields it in such a way that it makes it seem like he doesn't wish to shoot it. He'll use the back of the gun to hit monsters before using the barrel on them like a guillotine. He only ever uses it when necessary. You're amazed it hasn't broken. But to be fair, that's due to your efforts. He doesn't know (He does. He just plays innocent) that you're the one fixing it up while he sleeps. Though... You're methods aren't exactly the correct way to fix a gun; he still uses it with pride. The only time he's broken the act of feigning slumber is when you tried eating a match to use your mouth as a blowtorch. There was a small crack you believed you could meld together. He was initially worried for your safety... His worry seems to have been misplaced when he sees you actually do it. "Huh... I didn't think that would work..." You blow a small puff of smoke his way, earning a heartfelt smile. He still pretends to sleep, but that's because every time he does, he can feel you blow fire at him. If he imagines hard enough, it's like a kiss to his forehead.
MH!Leona - A Battle Axe. It's not too heavy, but it packs enough damage for him to slice something down real quick. Not too heavy is an understatement, however, as it's not too heavy for him. Most of the other people who try can only lift it for a few seconds before dropping it. Luckily, you're not a part of the most. You were probably taking a bite of some low-ranking troll when he appeared out of nowhere. You throw the piece of meat away while you furrow your eyebrows at him. He's obviously annoyed with something; you can see it in the way he snarls. You can't ask what's wrong, though, because his head is on your lap before you can sound it out. The axe propped on the tree trunk next to you falls down, and he's about to lunge back up before it hits you (He's not ready for you to die), you've already caught it. Your hand bleeds from holding it by the blade. The rest of the day is him secretly admiring you while your hand plays with his hair. He'll never admit that, however.
Monster & MH!Jack - A War Hammer. He'd probably like the challenge of having to build up his muscles to hold and swing it around. When you first saw him wield it (MH), which was after a year of knowing him (He never told you what he wielded before), he felt pride swell at the way your mouth dropped in amazement at him holding such a giant thing. When you see him wield it as a monster, he definitely swung it at you, and only missed because you dodged it like nothing. Ever since you kept in mind not to let that thing hit you, because he cracked the boulder next to you, 6 times your size, with ease. After finally getting to know you, he sees the way your eyes linger on his hammer. He makes sure not to bring it whenever you two are together. In the cases where you appear during a mission, he'll drop the weapon and start fighting with his fists. He doesn't want to send his hammer your way.
MH!Ruggie - Throwing stars. He has a multitude of different kinds, with different shapes and sizes. Sometimes you can see him dip it in different substances. You can see him use a blow dart too sometimes. The sight of a different person's name on it, though, tells you it's not originally his. You confront him about it when he opens his bedroom door to see you hanging upside down from his window. The shock of your appearance has him dropping all the boxes he was previously holding, earning a curse under his breath. He watches you play with both the blow dart and his throwing stars before finally asking why you're here. Ruggie rushes towards the window, watching you drop from above. But you effortlessly land on the ledge, earning a relieved exhale from his lips. He was entirely ready to catch you. "Stolen...?" So that's what this is about. He tells you it's not stolen; he simply gave it a better home. The person who had it before seemed to not care for it much if they just left it there. He can tell you don't believe him by the way your brows furrow. His eyes widen when his own throwing stars rush by him, you being the perpetrator. He's about to ask what that was for, but you're leaning in, catching his words in his throat. "I'll get... Ruggie better one..."
MH!Azul - Trident. But he's fully capable of wielding heavy weapons like Jack and Leona's. He just... Can't hold them for very long. He gets tired too easily. His strength is amazing, you're just shocked at how lacking his stamina is. He's second only to Idia. On solo missions, you tag along, and he does everything in his power to avoid eye contact. Not because he wishes to not look at you, no, that's one of the few things he wishes to do. It's because... He's currently using his weapon as a cane to go up the mountain. He had no idea...! This ruins the atmosphere he wished to have with you on this job...! How is he supposed to play the part of a gentleman when he can barely make it up this mountain while you're walking along as if this isn't torture? He stiffens when he feels a presence next to him, ready to warn you to step away. By the time he looks though, it turns out to be you... His sense is so scrambled he can't make out what's a threat... "Carry... Azul?" He couldn't possibly. He has pride; he refuses. His posture straightens, and he acts as if he's regained all his energy. You don't believe him, but you watch him remove that trident from the floor and carry it like the true hunter he is. You can't help but tease him for the sudden shift. "... Azul is... Strong... Maybe... Can carry me too?"... He carries you bridal style all the way up the mountain, all of his fatigue seemingly gone. You have no idea how he did it...
MH!Floyd - A kusarigama. He might be one of the few hunters who actually scare you with the way he handles his weapon. Of course, they all have that smug look on their face when they take down a monster. Watching him swing the chain around and use the blade is entertaining, yes, but... he's just way too good at it. Sometimes he looks bored when he swings the chain around a beast's neck to pull them in and end the job; in fact, you prefer it that way. He gets scarier when he's in a giggling fit and takes down multiple at once. He'll come up to you afterward and ask if he can catch you like that. Before you know it, the chain is wrapped around you, and he's pulling you in as he whispers. You're about to bite him out of panic, only stopping when he shouts 'just kidding!' and hugs you closer. He laughs when you don't break out of the chains despite their weak grasp on you. His laughter dies down when your hands "reluctantly" wrap around him.
MH!Jade - Two Kukri Machetes. He almost looks more like a monster than you do when he wields them. There's a certain glint in his eyes when he successfully dispatches monsters. It's somehow even scarier than Floyd's. Whenever you attempt to hang out with him, he's always sharpening his blades with the most courteous of smiles. It's frightening, but that might be due to your nature as a monster. You're sitting in a forest, letting Jade feed you all the mystery forages from the wilderness. You think he might be testing which ones are poisonous on you. You won't die and you get free food, so it's a win o you. Though if you show any signs of distress or change, he'll gently open your mouth and have you spit it out. Not without a double-edged remark, however. "What a strong stomach. Perhaps I should let you eat it. I might find your weakness." He never does go through with his claim. You were too preoccupied with him to even notice you were being stalked, not seeing that he's thrown one of his Machetes at a monster, it's only when he says "Oh my, well that's no good..." and chucks his second one without even looking, do you notice. An extremely rare occurrence for you. Just how focused on eating did Jade have you? "Hm? Why, they were looking at you like a feast. It seems they had no idea who you were... Pity. Though it's no matter." You watch his hand reach for yours, placing a flower in your palm. "I wish to be the only one who truly knows you."
MH!Kalim - Bo Staff. It doesn't do harsh damage, but the speed he spins it at is dangerous, paired with fluidity similar to Jamil’s. Not enough to kill, but enough to incapacitate. Truth be told, Kalim’s never actually killed a monster. You’ve seen him knock them out, he's just... never gone for a finishing blow. It makes you wonder if he doesn’t know they’re not dead… There have been a couple of instances where he walks away, unassuming of the monstrosity that lunges at him. They only stop because you step between them, your eyes looking down on it. The amount of times you’ve had to step in and finish the job for him is too much, especially for someone meant to be killing monsters. Even Jamil steps in for him when you can’t. It should be a hint for him, yet he’ll simply hug you tight, joyous that you’re there. You wonder if it’s on purpose or not.
MH!Jamil - Chakrams. While several hunters have mesmerized you with the way they fight, you think Jamil has you watching him the most. He incorporates such a fluid movement when he throws his weapon, and even when he simply uses it in hand-to-hand combat, that you’ve sat for hours in the shadows watching him train. Weirdly enough, you want him to use them on you. You’re curious about being on the receiving end of such deadly blows. If you bring it up, he'll consider it simply because you want it. But his aim is so scarily accurate, he fears he might truly hit you if he tries. So instead, he teaches you how to use them. Which, he definitely shouldn't do, considering his occupation. He just can't help the way you seem to perk up with the monstrous charm when you actually do it. At this point, he might as well use his weapon for hypnotization so you'll never disappear for days on end again. He thinks he likes the way your eyes light up with genuine enjoyment when he's around, however, so he'd rather not.
MH!Vil - A Spear. It defeats some practicality, but he always makes sure to polish its barrel while adorning it in beauty. Yes, once it breaks, he'll get a new one; despite it, he'll always pay careful attention to it. You must say, he definitely has the prettiest weapon(s) among everyone in the foundation. He probably caught you staring at it one time when he returned to his room, the curtains shut, while you sat on his bed. Typically, he prefers for nobody to dirty his sheets, and he thinks you know that. He assumes so, considering his shower seems to be freshly used. Your nail taps the blade once, before moving to the engraving on its handle. Transparent fabrics wrap everything together neatly. You don't seem to notice him at all. A sure sign that you don't truly see him as a threat. "Haven't you been taught not to touch others property?" You perk up at the sound of his voice. A little too late, however, as once you turn, he's gone. You feel the spear being taken from your hand, and by the time you look, Vil is inches from your face. He turns the blade to point at you, and if you didn't know any better, he would plunge it into your chest at this moment. He uses the other end to open the curtains, allowing the moon to hit your features. "I shouldn't be very surprised, though." You remain silent when he places his hand next to where you sit. "You are a monster after all."
MH!Epel - He wanted to use gauntlets originally. After joining Vil... He was made to use a weaponized Shield. He's actually so disappointed in it. He could have at least gotten a cool blade, like literally everybody else. Why is he the only one without some offensive weapon!? You listen to him complain to himself about it as you sit in the dark. You don't think he realizes that he quite basically is using the shield as offense... He's charging full force into full brutes, knocking them back. By the time they're back up and ready to lunge at him, he's already turned it over and dropped the thing full force on their head. A brutal sight, yet he's still complaining how lame it is... He jumps when you appear by his side, your eyes looking him up and down. "You can't see..." Your clawed finger taps his bicep, "Strong now... Good at shield."... He learns to be more appreciative of it.
MH!Rook - Bow and Arrow (Are we surprised?). You've actually purposefully broken at least five of his bows to see if he has to buy a new one. He pulled one from under his pillow, and you have no idea why it was there. Easily the best marksman in the business. He's shot arrows near you multiple times, and each instance, you believe he's finally decided to really hunt you down, only to look at the multiple poems stuck on the shaft and see that wasn't his intent. You've taken your revenge by outlining his sleeping body with these same arrows. He woke up in the middle of the night, pleasantly surprised by your gift, serenading you about your generosity... The next day was spent trying to eat in peace while a poetic hunter lavishes you with admiration. You don't put up much resistance when he rests his head on your shoulder and leaves his hat on top of you.
MH!Idia - Scythe. Though not as proficient with it as Reaper!Idia, still decently skilled. You were there when he first chose the weapon, actually. Way before you had personally met any of the monster hunters. You were hanging from a tree while he was in his room, flipping through his choices. He chose the scythe because it looked the coolest and reminded him of a character from a story he liked. He had his doubts with how flashy a weapon it is. After you finally met, you asked him about it, and he turned pink at how embarrassing that was. You... You saw him fanboy over how cool a weapon is... You let him ramble about all the confidence points he lost with you as you pat his back. If you insist, the scythe is interesting, he'll go back to crazing over it. If you go even further and compliment him? He either goes into full-fledged self-assurance or a ball of fluster. You have to pat him on the back either way, though. When you're out of sight, he begins cursing out everyone else, because the idea of you doing that to anybody other than him...? Everyone awakens to an ominous letter detailing all of their suspicious purchases the next day.
MH!Malleus - The only one fully capable of fighting with his bare fists. Though if need be, he'll fight with weapons, which is most of the time, as he seems to cause more damage without them. He never has a set one, always changing. He's still proficient with all of them, however. His pure strength alone is a testament to his formidability to others. Some workers don't even wish to be in his proximity, fearing he might touch them; Except for you. Despite the bounty on your head and him supposedly being on the hunt for you, you let him touch you as much as he wishes. You should fear that one day he'll turn on you and claim his reward, yet here you are, allowing him to curiously touch every monstrous feature of yours without struggle. You've seen his deadly ability; it's just the tender feeling of his hands moving through your features that overpowers it. Fortunately for you, you're the only monster he'll ever touch like that, and he hopes he's the only hunter to touch you like this too.
MH!Silver - A Lance. A weapon that should typically be wielded on a horse, which he does do, yet he also handles it on the ground perfectly fine. It's even much larger on his person, only furthering the impressiveness. Despite the giant weapon, he still takes down monsters with a certain kindness, gently putting them down when they fall. When you ask him why, he glanced once at his weapon before softly telling you, "They didn't ask to be monsters." You're silent at his answer, glancing down when his hand takes yours, and once more in that sweet tone, "You didn't, right?" The silence in your reply fails to answer his question, leaving ambiguity in the truth of your existence. He doesn't voice any form of disappointment, however, instead, he hands you his large weapon, allowing your clawed fingers to grip its hilt. Anyone else would fear a monster to attack them when unarmed, yet he isn't, not at all. With the softest of smiles, he comforts you. "I think... You're the nicest of all."
MH!Sebek - A Rapier. He insists it shows off his skills better. It's not big and boorish like others; he could quite easily carry that, but neither is it small and evasive, though he could easily dispatch those as well. His specific sword makes each strike of his look like a sting. You think he enjoys how fast it makes him look. You probably grew curious about whether it was him or just the sword that made him look fast, though, and took hold of its hilt. He's quick to bust in and tell you not to dirty his weapon with your heinous touch. "You definitely ate something with those hands!"... And he's not necessarily wrong... But you don't give it back, you insist on examining it further, earning more of his temper. He's about to start yelling when he sees your claw scratch his blade. "How Dare—! Oh...?" When you give it back to him, his name is engraved on the steel, a (human) heart drawn next to it. "This is quite nice...! Why... is there a heart next to it....?!" His determination to not let anyone else touch his sword increases after that
MH!Lilia - Two Kama's. He uses them to tend a garden in Diasmonia's quarters. Yet, they also double as his signature weapon. You're sure that he's probably cut wheat right after a mission, earning the ire of other hunters at their crops being sullied with monster... It doesn't matter, though, as no one eats the food he makes with such ingredients. His cooking is bad, yes, but you think it only worsens in the eye of a human because he skillfully used those same tools to successfully dispatch twenty different beasts... But... You're the only one who can stomach his cooking. It's not the best thing you've ever eaten, yet it's also not the worst. Except, you actually do like his cooking. That alone has earned you the entire foundation, as well as regular civilians you're close with, to repeatedly ask you if you're okay and perform regular medical checkups on you to see if you're fine. When you say you are, they don't really believe you... Yet the way you return to the kitchen to dutifully help him cook his horrendous dishes has them second-guess... They all go on a mission to cook better (worse) than him.
MH!Reader - Dagger(s. They've got like 16 strapped on them, all with different designs and uses). It's what I usually picture them with, BUT I do think they would have experience with things such as swords and bows. But you can imagine them with anything, really.
Modern!Reader - Pepper spray and a Taser. Both are mostly ineffective against monsters 💀. In times of desperation, they flash their camera and start screaming really loudly.
Monster!Rollo - A Dagger. He's actually more efficient with any type of weapon, mostly the bow. If anything, it actually hinders him more, but he insists on it because he wants to use the same weapon as you, so he knows what to do if you need help with your daggers. He practices extra so you'll always come to him when you need help with training. As long as no one else teaches you, it'll be okay.
MH!Rollo - A Bow, as he no longer has a reason to practice with daggers. He's still proficient with all types, though. He has a penchant for dipping the tips of his arrows in holy water. He double dips when he knows he's going to see you. He triple dips when he sees you in person. And he sighs when he misses all his shots (Whether that's because you're too fast or if he unconsciously misses, however, is a mystery.)
Human Fellow - His Debt. The first time he met you, out of fear, he started throwing his bills and taxes at you. It worked. Not because you were hurt, but because you were asking why he was giving you his bills. "I... Can't... Pay..." ... He was genuinely amazed you focused on that and not him throwing papers at you.
Human Skully - His photos of you, or more specifically, his photo book. He's actually spiritually hurt whenever he does that to the pictures, apologizing as if they were actually you. Yet, he keeps doing it because in his mind, it means you'll always be there for him and vice versa. Imagine his shock when he's about to hit a monster he came across by chance with his photo book, only for you to take a bite out of it. You really are lovely, aren't you?
Human Neige - A Medkit. Not very proficient, and quite ironic that he uses something meant to heal as a weapon. Sometimes, monsters come through, and the real hunters miss them. You probably had a limb get cut off, and while it would probably come back, he was diligently stitching it back on you. You're about to have a snack of the measly goblin that walks over, but you don't even have the chance before he's closing his kit and smacking it over the head. You pronounce him dead on the scene, and he smiles at you as if he didn't do anything at all...
Human Chenya - His Jacket. He never wears it, save for wrapping it around his hips. So imagine your surprise when you're trying to sleep and you wake up to five other monsters lying on the ground five feet away, with Chenya resting his head on your lap.
Jamil's weapon had me going down a rabbit hole; it's so cool (..＞◡＜..) also, I love the thought of Monster!Reader breaking into bedrooms/watching the MH!Cast and not doing a single thing. Is it stalkerish? Yes. But it also reminds the cast you’re completely capable of taking them when they’re unprepared. You’ve had multiple chances to kill them, yet you haven’t. Really shows both Readers' threat, and their urge to know why you are the way you are.
Surprise, surprise, Jade's was the longest. I hate him so much, oh my goshhhhh (￢_￢)
