Summary: Roman and you are both hunters, going after all kinds of Supernatural creatures. One of your cases leads you into a quiet, little town where three young women had already been kidnaped. As you figure out that it is a dragon you are after, things take a twist as not only other women's lives are in danger but your own is at stake as well, since it's virgin flesh the dragon is craving for. And no matter how much Roman seems to dislike you, he is not willing to let that danger threaten you anymore. The problem is… You are not quite sure if you want exactly him to help you so you would be safe again - as this would mean telling him about your personal secret.
Note: This story takes place in a Supernatural AU. No mentions of the SPN characters however, but Roman and the Reader are both hunters, trying to solve a case.
Warnings: Supernatural AU, Virgin! Reader (if that's accounted as a warning)
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader
Originally published here: post/171413242471/a-hunters-life-part-1-roman-reigns-x-reader
You couldn't believe that once there was a time where your life was easy. Well not easy in the actual sense as you had been living this lifestyle ever since you could remember but it was easier than it was now, that was for sure. In a world where so much more than the eye could see existed "easy" always was relative. You were born and raised in a family of hunters so you were used to spending most of the time on the road, always heading for wherever something supernatural seemed to have occurred. Vampires, werewolves, sirens, jinns, shapeshifters, skinwalkers were just a few of the creatures that you had fought in the past. And you did a pretty good job, at least you thought so.
The only problem was that the hunter driving the car you were sitting in, seemed to be of a different opinion. You couldn't even exactly tell how you ended up with him as your hunting partner but you could tell that you would have done anything to get rid of him. He was the offspring of another hunter family and your fathers and grandfathers had already worked together in the past, doing quite well so. That was until it was your and his turn to team up for a case. You were dealing with a Wendigo attack in the mountains of Iowa and although you knew that you could handle it yourself, he didn't get tired once in listing up all of the things you had done wrong – at least according to his own opinion. Fact was that you had killed the Wendigo, bringing back the people that made his acquaintance before safe and sound.
When you called up your father to tell him about this, asking him to go hunting on your own, you were only rewarded with a short but mind blowing lecture how it was important that hunters were able to work together and that in a world where there's not only the mortal but also the supernatural threat, it was even more important that you knew hunters you could trust and rely on. And since your families had worked so well together in the past there was no arguing that the current generation should do so as well. You had no idea who you hated more in that moment – your father or the hunter driving you to your next case while you were riding shotgun.
You had to admit that he was stunningly gorgeous; tall, broad shouldered, long black hair that he wore in a bun most of the time, a beard framing his luscious lips, dark brown eyes that reminded you of liquid chocolate, a voice like velvet and an absolutely stunning smile whenever he felt like showing it. Oh and not to forget the huge tattoo that covered his whole right arm and was a sign of his heritage. Yes he was gorgeous and yes he damn well knew it, which he had proven on different occasions, making you dislike him even more as you were taking your job seriously and would rather focus on that than securing a one night stand at the next best bar. But no matter how good looking he was, it was his character that made you dislike him. He was a little older than you but thought that he had all the hunting experience in the world. He was arrogant towards you, always giving you the feeling that you knew nothing and that you did everything wrong. Not that you had taken that to heart as you knew how to shoot back, but that didn't mean that you wouldn't have preferred working alone if you had the chance to do so.
"What have you found out till now?", he wanted to know as he was speeding his Range Rover through the night. You were snapping out of your thoughts, mumbling a quiet: "What?" You didn't even have to look at him to know that he was rolling his eyes at you as he answered: "For christ's sake Y/N. You have one simple task and that is researching what had happened in the little town we are heading to. That's something even you should be capable of." You were turning to him, shooting him a deathly glare as you gritted through your teeth: "You know what? Blow me Roman." causing him to look at you with an angry expression before he turned his attention back to the road. "Do you want to act like a child or do you intend on doing your damn job?",you could hear his deep voice, anger speaking out of every word. "I intend on doing my damn job without your arrogant ass accompanying me.",you groaned, making him smirk as he said: "Sorry sweetheart that's not going to happen. I won't disappoint my bloodline and I have promised your father to keep your incapable butt safe. But I'm making a promise. I will treat you less like a toddler if you stop acting like one." You took a deep breath as you spoke, each word quiet and slow to somehow contain your anger: "Just to make one thing clear, I don't need my father, I don't need yours and most of all I don't need you to take care of me. I've been hunting for all of my life, I know what the fuck I am doing. So why don't you drive us to the town we are heading to and right there we go our separate ways. Me doing my job and you screwing another chick you randomly pick up. Like they always say, one of the most important rules in a hunter's life is doing what we can do best, which in my case is solving a goddamn case and which in yours is whoring around."
"You should watch your words Y/N. Don't you fucking dare talking to me like that. You know shit so shut your cake hole and don't try to lecture me on my lifestyle or try to tell me that I'm not knowing how to do my fucking profession.",he gritted through his teeth with you shooting back: "Perfect we seem to be on the same page for once. You shut up about my stuff and I shut up about yours, because honestly I couldn't care less about you or the things you are doing. I'm here to do my job and I try to do it the best way I can although I have to do it while being teamed up with a person I absolutely can't stand." Before he could answer, you interrupted him by saying: "Three missing teenagers, all female. No-one saw anything, they were just gone. People claimed they vanished as if the earth had just sucked them in. They had no mutual friends, no place that they all visited, they were not at the same school or had anything else in common that could link them to each other. According to their families they had no partner and neither could remember whether there was a boyfriend they could have ran away with." As you saw his crooked eyebrow, you wanted to know: "What? You wanted me to do some research, here you have it."
"How do you know about all the details? We haven't talked to anyone yet", Roman asked with you shrugging your shoulders as you replied: "The infant obviously knows how to hack herself into the local police's data base." If you didn't know it better you would have thought you heard something like admiration in his voice as he said: "Well I didn't expect that, good job" with you answering rather unimpressed: "What have you expected? I told you I know how to do my goddamn job." Instead of continuing to argue with you, Roman wanted to know: "Any idea which supernatural creature we're talking about here?" You once again shrugged your shoulders as you answered: "I have already run a search through the hunter's data base adding as much of the things we know as possible but there was only one result and that can't be true."
"Which one?", Roman asked as he was following a sign that told him that you would reach your destination in approximately 30 minutes. "The only thing the data base came up with was dragon." You hated to say that out loud, knowing exactly how ridiculous it sounded. And just as you had said it Roman was laughing out loud, asking: "Dragon? Seriously? You know what Y/N? Forget what I had said about you not doing a bad job. You are actually doing a terrible one. When have you last heard from hunters that were chasing dragons?" You could feel your anger rise as you hissed: "Listen dickhead, it is not like I made that up. Enter the credentials in the data base that was created by hunters, is maintained by hunters and helps hunters, then it is the only result that's coming up. I have never said that I believe it nor that those creatures are terrorizing the town but it nevertheless is the only result, whether you like it or not. And if you have a better idea how about you just let me know except of acting like the arrogant asshole that you are?" His arm shot to his side, grabbing your wrist, applying pressure to it as he muttered: "I have already told you to watch your words. I'm not your fucking punching ball and I'm not willing letting you call me things that I'm not."
"Get your fucking hands off of me.", you snapped, pulling your arm away with Roman letting you go. You could still feel his tight grip after he had let go of you, rubbing your wrist, not so much because his touch was painful but because your skin was still tingly after it. "Sorry I didn't mean to hurt you.", Roman mumbled as he was focusing on the road again, before he added placatory: "Let's just assume that that's indeed what we have to deal with. Does the data base state anything about them that could help?" You took your time, before you got your notebook in order to search the data base for more information on dragons. You were scanning through the entry as you informed Roman: "They haven't been seen in more than 700 years hence why basically every hunter denies their existence. Their usual appearance is like you imagine them, giant fire spying lizards. However they can change into the form of a human being. It says here that they could live among us and no one would be able to tell because they can adapt just fine. They are supposedly hiding in hideouts like sewers and feed on human flesh as their main source…." You stopped as you re-read the last part, taking a deep breath. "You found anything interesting?", Roman wanted to know as you mumbled: "Kind of… They are not feeding on any human flesh but only on virgins." Out of the corner of your eye you could see his sly smirk as he mumbled: "This case just became interesting." causing you to snap at him: "Is there a time when you don't think with your fucking dick? Yes, virgins and I'm sure as hell that they have way too much dignity and pride than to let you near them."
Before he could snap back at you, you continued angrily: "Dragons are said to be the most powerful monsters in existence and they possess of super strength, shapeshifting, pyrokinesis, they are able to fly, are basically invulnerable and also have super speed, super stamina and super senses, meaning they instantly know whether a person is a virgin or not as soon as they're getting closer to one." You could see that he wanted to say another stupid thing so you shut him up by adding: "Don't you fucking dare acting like a jackass once again." Instead he wanted to know: "How do you kill them? Shooting or beheading them probably wouldn't work" You shrugged your shoulders as you answered: "With swords that had been forged in the blood of another dragon. But since we all know that dragons don't exist and upon realizing that swords like that are hard to find, we shouldn't worry about that, right?" With that you closed your notebook, putting it away, not caring what Roman thought or had to say.
Just minutes later you've reached the town and much to your horror you realized that it was a rather tiny one. Since it was a common thing for you hunters to stay in motel rooms, Roman was driving through the streets in order to find one where you could check in. It was only shortly after, that he parked his car on the parking lot in front of a motel that would give you shelter for the next couple days. As you got out of the car, making your way over to the reception desk you realized that there was a huge number of cars standing on the parking lot, something you wouldn't have imagined. A short glance to Roman showed you that he was puzzled as well.
Just seconds later you reached the desk, an elderly guy looking up at you, a friendly smile on his face: "How can I help you?" Roman took the lead before you were able to react as he answered politely: "We are looking for a place to stay. Do you have any vacant rooms?" The man nodded as he was searching the register, mumbling: "We happen to have our honeymoon suite vacant if you would like to stay there." You thought you didn't hear correctly as you wanted to know: "I beg your pardon?" The elderly guy was still smiling at you as he answered: "I said that the honeymoon suite would be available if you and your husband would like to stay there." You must have had an expression of pure terror as you spat out: "Me and him?! Good lord no. I may be a lot but desperate enough to date someone like him, yet marry him is far off the list."
"Wow charming as ever. Don't worry you wouldn't be my choice either", Roman groaned before he turned back to the guy, saying: "That's really nice of you but actually that's not what we had in mind. A normal room would do just fine."
"Two rooms", you interfered while shooting Roman another deathly glare, causing him to roll his eyes in annoyance. The elderly guy realized that he had been absolutely wrong with his assumption and with a regrettable expression he said: "Oh I'm sorry I thought that you would be here on your honeymoon or something like that. I'm sorry Miss but we don't have any other rooms available than the suite I have mentioned before. There's a festival taking place in four days and all other rooms have been booked by now." You felt your face fall as you wanted to know: "The suite doesn't have two separate beds by any means?" The elderly man looked at you as if you had lost your mind completely and you had to admit that this indeed was a rather dumb question. Before you could say anything else however, Roman already put some money on the desk, saying: "Please don't mind her, sometimes she's not the brightest candle on the cake. We take the room." You were fuming on the inside but decided to stay quiet as you didn't want to make the whole scene even more awkward for that old man. Roman registered the both of you before taking the keys to the room, that were handed to him.
Once you were back on the parking lot, you made sure that he was going down the stairs in front of you and just as you were approximately the same size you reached out and smacked him on his head. "What the hell was that for?", he exclaimed, spinning around to you, shooting you an icily glare. "For insulting me back in there. Not the brightest candle on the cake? Well newsflash for you, jerk. You're not the sharpest tool in the box either", you scoffed before you were passing him, heading back to the car, not giving a single rat's ass what he would be doing. Therefore you didn't see the amused look on his face as he was following you to the car so you could get your duffel bags out of the trunk.
Minutes later you were heading for the last vacant room and you wished to yourself that you would be anywhere but here now. Of course you had been hunting with Roman for quite some time now but most of the time you were lucky enough to be able to rent two separate rooms and if that wasn't an option, then you at least had rooms with two single beds. Having to stay in the same bed now, in a honeymoon suite at that, was something that you were not looking forward to, not even one bit. If someone told you to pet a hellhound instead, it would have been more to your liking. Since Roman was carrying the majority of the bags, you were in charge of unlocking the door.
As soon as you entered the room you immediately wanted to leave again. "What the actual fuck?", you exclaimed as your tried to process your first impression. You could have dealt with the interior in general but what actually caught your eye was the huge king-size bed occupying most of the room as well as the huge full body mirror that was hanging on the ceiling, mirroring whatever was going on beyond it. You flinched slightly as the door was closed behind you, only to hear Roman laugh out loud as soon as he saw what you had seen just seconds before. A short glance told you that he was leering as he made his way into the room, dropping the bags there. He was sitting down on the bed, peeking up at the mirror before he said, a sly smirk on his lips: "You know, if you weren't you but a likable person instead, we could have much fun here." You rolled your eyes as you answered: "If I were not myself but a likable person, I would still think that you were an arrogant asshole that could glance at that bed from the other side of the window."
He only rolled his eyes in return before he chose the right side to be his, no matter whether you were comfortable with that or not, laying down on the mattress, studying his face in the mirror above him. "Thanks for asking.", you mumbled as you were carrying your bag over to the left side. "Why? You would have wanted that one?", he questioned with you replying: "No, but…" but he had already interrupted you, saying: "Then you don't have a single reason to bitch." You thought to yourself that this would be one tough case to work on.
After having relaxed for a bit, you decided that you would go out, trying to find the bar. In a little town like that there would be talk, especially if there were so many visitors around. Maybe you were able to figure out a thing or two that you haven't read in the police reports and that could help you to solve the case. Just as you were slipping back into your shoes, grabbing your bag, you heard Roman's deep voice asking: "Where do you think you're going sweetheart?" You glanced at him as you were certain that he was sleeping, only to find him looking into your direction, waiting for an answer. You turned around, crossed your arms in front of your chest and replied: "First and foremost, I'm not your sweetheart, your doll or your baby girl. You can call your hook-ups whatever you want to call them, but when you are talking to me, you can take your nicknames and shove them right where the sun doesn't shine. I have a name, it's Y/N and it shouldn't be too hard – even for your limited means – to remember that. Second, I'm going out and last I have checked I didn't need your permission, neither for going out, nor for hitting the bar and certainly not for doing my job. And if you excuse me now, I would like to get rid off you rather sooner than later."
With that you turned around and headed for the door. Just as you opened it for a few centimeters, you saw a tattooed arm next to your face, keeping it shut. "What?", you scoffed as you were turning around, furry in your eyes, just to meet Roman staring down at you in anger. "You are listening to me now and you are listening carefully. You can't stand me? Fine, it's not like that isn't a mutual feeling. But should you have forgotten it, people vanish in this town and we have no clue what's or who's behind that. Therefore, no matter how tough or smart you think you are, you won't go out there alone. You want to solve the case and hunt down whatever is responsible for the girls having gone missing, perfect. But I am coming with you, whether you like it or not", he answered, anger radiating from his whole body. You hated to admit it but as he was towering you, he was rather intimidating. But that didn't mean that you would back down.
"I don't need a fucking babysitter, you know? I'm old enough to take care of myself.", you snapped at him with him firing back at you: "I couldn't care less whether you are old enough or not. You're going out, I'm tagging along, end of the discussion." Oh how you wanted to slap that arrogance out of his face. Instead, you pushed him away with as much strength as you could bring up, making him tumble backwards slightly. Before he could react you were turning around, exclaiming: "If you need to tag along, do so. I'm waiting outside." And with that you were leaving the room, shutting the door behind you. Roman was staring at the closed door, before he was rubbing over his face, mumbling: "How can one woman only be that annoying?" before he slipped into his shoes, his jacket and grabbed his keys, meeting you outside.