May I ask for the Four Lords with a s/o that used to hunt monsters (like Bloodbourne) and telling them tales, but they don't believe them until they take off their shirt and see horrific scars?
yes Yes YES YES YES---
I am ABOUT THIS.
Warnings: typical (but minor) Bloodborne/ horror game content? Description of scars and Violence for sure (Got carried away for Heisenberg)
Alcina Dimitrescu
*Cue Polite, haughty laughter*
Darling, she already loves you, there's no reason to be telling tall tales to impress her❤️
Here's the thing-- Alcina is a massive immortal vampiric dragon creature. The idea that tiny, adorable you were able to fight off anything bigger than a dog seems... unlikely?
You might be a touch stronger than the average mortal, of course, but a hunter of abominations? No, she doesn't believe that.
Besides, Hunters exaggerate. Having a "hunting story" about a large mysterious animal that you shot/stabbed/electrocuted is not uncommon. She's heard a variant of it at almost every high society party she ever attended, once upon a time.
Are you sure that the creature you saw wasn't a shaved bear? Cassandra just showed her a picture of one in her new Almanac-- she's so excited, Alicia will have her show you later-- and apparently humans have a habit of claiming shaved bears are strange, otherworldly cryptids.
Extremely Insulted, you stand from the table and undo the buttons on your top, take off your shirt and turn to show Alcina your back.
She inhales sharply.
Your back is ruined. You've been stabbed, slashed and shot so many times there's no skin left untouched. There are claw marks that stretch across your shoulder blades that look unnatural, and when the light hits in certain angles, it looks like worms squirm underneath your skin at a slow pace.
Alcina is immediately, intensely apologetic. She won't make excuses for her commentary, but instead asks genuine questions about your past experiences.
She is much more curious about the monsters you fought and engages much more with your hunting stories now she knows you are telling the truth.
You also notice she puts her hand on your back a lot more--its a protective gesture that she hopes offers some comfort. She wants you to know that you always have her support, no matter what.💞
(...you do eventually ask Cassandra to show you the shaved bear picture, though. It is pretty weird, tbh.)
Donna Beneviento
This topic actually comes up between you and Donna because-- Surprise!-- +200 insight means that you can see through her hallucinations
Meaning your rainy day indoor game of hide and seek has you instantly spotting both her and Angie standing in the middle of the room as a "hiding spot".
You were a little embarrassed for them (and were about to awkwardly give them a refresher on the rules) when Donna explained in shocked, halting tones that you shouldn't have been able to see either of them.
Is that... Is that cheating? You kind of feel like that's cheating.
But you were actually confused why she was confused? You'd told her about your time as a Hunter before, and how you'd needed to enhance your senses to succeed.
Donna sort of believed you, but it was hard to absorb because you're so nice? You don't fit the profile of a hunter at all.
In the middle of the living room, you can't think of anything else that might prove it to her other than rolling up your sleeves and showing Donna the pitch black bite marks and unnatural battle scars that cover your skin.
Donna puts her hands over her mouth. It's horrific-- these are just your arms? How are you alive???
Well she certainly believes you now!! Donna hovers closer to you, asking questions about the injuries and making sure you are alright.
She also, very shyly, presses a kiss to one of the scars. She might be projecting a bit, but the last thing she wants you to be is self conscious about scars. It's just proof of your strength, after all, and one more thing you have in common 🥰
(Meanwhile, Angie sulks in the background, muttering about NOT GOING EASY ON YOU ANYMORE FOR HIDE AND SEEK. She's a sore loser.)
Salvatore Moreau
...Oh. You hunted monsters. Monsters...like Salvatore?
You're admittedly a little drunk when you first confess your past to Moreau. This is not an easy conversation, and you do not want to be sober for it.
Unfortunately that leads you to make a couple thoughtless comparisons.
Your Salvatore already has some hang ups about his appearance, meaning when you drop the information that you used to hunt MONSTERS, Moreau doesn't even think to wonder if you're telling the truth or not. He's more focused on the fact you might be scared of him.
He couldn't live with himself if he scared you! Look, he knows he's a monster. He does. He hates it can't handle it knows it's what Mother Miranda wanted. But he loves you and would never hurt you, you have to understand that, please, please, he loves you so much--
So now you(very drunk) have to deal with your hyper emotional Fish BF (sobbing uncontrollably). Congratulations dumbass.🎉
It takes a while for you to calm him down. Kisses, cuddles, and reminders that he is not a monster to you help him come down from the precipice.
What finally works is telling Moreau you aren't scared of him at all, mostly because you have already survived much worse.
With that, you roll up your pant leg, and show him the electrical burns arcing up from your ankle and the missing chunk in your calf.
Salvatore leans in to get a better look, running cool fingers over your old injuries with a worried look on his face. They are unlike anything he's ever seen, twisted and foreign. It churns his stomach not just because he is your partner, but because his medical training tells him these injuries are strange in a way he can't recognize or fix.
He immediately forbids you from going hunting ever again. No exceptions. No excuses. It's not safe 😠
You let Moreau work himself up into a froth about your safety until you finally manage to distract him with a kiss. Only then do you agree (he's lucky you're already retired). ❤️
Karl Heisenberg
Karl surprisingly is the one who believes you the fastest.
You don't need to show him your scars at all, the way you carry yourself is enough for Heisenberg to know that you're some kind of hunter.
What he doubts is your actual skills
Your his soft, squishy, human partner. Heisenberg doubts that these so called monsters were all that dangerous if you were able to kill them by dodging and poking at them with a cane.
Naturally, this pisses you off, and you immediately grab him by the collar, drag him out the door, and find something to kill.
Your victim target winds up being a Varcolac, and before Karl can even react you steal Karl's hammer and start to 1v1 the thing.
After wearing it down shockingly fast, you grab Karl's hammer with both hands, swing it above your head, and bring it down with enough strength to split the creature's skull like a watermelon, exploding it in a spray of blood and viscera.
You look Heisenberg right in the eye and wipe damp blood off your cheek, your smile sharp after such a brutal execution.
"I can take care of myself, Karl."
Fight Him. Right now.
...Feral x Feral Relationship Supremacy
Heisenberg is the kind of guy who absolutely would throw down with you after kill a Lycan.
His blood is pumping, his smile is manic, and he wants to rip your throat out with his teeth. He can feel his veins sparking with excitement-- this is his new favorite thing to do with you.
However he quickly gets distracted because your face and clothes are covered in blood, and you're sneering at him, and you punched him in the face hard enough to pop his jaw, and now you smashed your lips against his for the best damn make out session you two ever had...
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