Goblin Slayer x Reader One Shots

{halloween special}

cant believe i hit 13k what the hecc thank you smol beans

"Aaaa aaAAAaaaACHOO!!!!!" Ah, what the hell? You sniffled and wiped your pink-tainted nose with your palm. Honestly, who catches a cold on Halloween? Well, apparently you.

You groaned as you hopelessly tossed and turned in your bed. What would your friends think once they found out you're at home, sick in bed like a pathetic loser? Your eyes filled with tears once you realized the cold, hard truth as you lay there in your depressed cocoon of blankets. There was no tasty candy for you to eat. Nor was there anyone to share them with.

This would be the first Halloween you spent completely and utterly alone, and it sucked. You clenched your warm covers. Goblin Slayer, Elf Archer, Priestess, Dwarf Shaman, Lizard Priest.... would any of them even be aware of your absence?

You hated feeling this way. Feeling like no one really acknowledged you. You knew you were just acting like a baby because you were the only one who wouldn't be able to enjoy Halloween with your friends, but when you were alone like this so many negative thoughts filled your mind. You sniffled once more, but it wasn't because of your cold.

Before anymore thoughts flooded your sick little head, you heard a sudden knock at your front door. You hesitated. Surely that was a hallucination? Eh, might as well check. Despite the icy cold flooring, you stood from your bed in a slight daze and shuffled to the door with a yawn.

You opened it with a slight creak. It was Goblin Slayer with a...bag? You ignored the freezing wind blasting in your face and said, "Oh, hey Goblin Slayer." Dear Lord your voice sounded dead. You nervously cleared your throat.

"Hey. I didn't see you at the party, so I assumed you were ill and thought I'd check on you." You wanted to cry, but you didn't because crying in front of your crush is embarrassing. You grinned ear-to-ear at his thoughtfulness.

"Thanks! I really appreciate it and yeah, I came down with a cold yesterday." There was an awkward pause, "So, uh, sorry that I didn't show up. Do you...wanna come inside? It's cold tonight."

Goblin Slayer nodded and stepped inside your not-so-warm house. "It's dark. And chilly," he murmured. Shoot, you should've started the fireplace earlier but you were too lazy. You sniffled. "Haha, my bad, I wasn't expecting company so I didn't bother with the fireplace."

As you were going to start the fire, Goblin Slayer stopped you and instructed you to get back in bed. "Don't worry, I'll start it. I'll also make you some soup." You gawked at him. Damn, he's too nice for someone who only kills goblins. Your cheeks grew warm and nodded swiftly before crawling back into your cozy blankets.

He told you to get some rest, though it was difficult to obey his order since your heart was beating two miles fast, so you just rolled over and observed his godly Gordon Ramsay cooking skills. The way the soft light of the fire illuminated his armor made your heart spiral.

You've seen his face once, way back when everyone in the guild defeated that hoard of goblins from taking over the village. You tried to relive that moment again. When he took off his helmet, when you were the first one to see his heavenly smile. It was magical, but you thought he looked just as gorgeous with his helmet on.

Without fully acknowledging it, he was staring at you as well. His gaze was a bit threatening, but in a way he kind of look amused, like he was genuinely happy to be cooking that soup for you. It made you giggle.

"Is there something funny about my helmet?" asked a confused Goblin Slayer. You stopped abruptly and dug your face in your covers. "Nah, it's just you look really happy to be cooking that soup," you muffled. You thought you heard a small chuckle leave his lips. Perhaps it was just your imagination.

You let out a content sigh after the hot, creamy liquid streamed down your throat. Goblin Slayer was a hell of a cook, like wow. You looked at him in awe and complimented his superior culinary skills, causing him to scratch the back of his neck bashfully.

After your delightful meal, he held out the paper bag in front of you. You cocked your head to the side curiously. "What's in that?" you wondered. As he was unfolding the rims of the paper, he said, "I wanted to wait until after supper to give you these."

Oh. My. God. It was a bag of candy. let's just say they had things like snickers and reese's in the medieval fantasy world. You immediately began to unwrap a Twix bar and plop it into your mouth. You smiled in bliss and discarded the wrapper into the bag.

Goblin Slayer observed as your facial expression morphed from excitement to a more melancholy one. "What's the matter? Does it not taste good?" His words sounded panicked. You shook your head and smiled with glassy eyes and a quivering chin.

"No, no! It's just I—I thought I was going to spend Halloween alone this year. I kind of imagined that you and everyone else wouldn't really notice that I was gone. Haha, I don't know, I just get a little weird when I'm sick."

It was quiet. Maybe you said too much? Maybe he was getting bored of your little depressed attitude and wanted to leave. He was probably uncomfortable. Suddenly, your felt a gloved hand rest on your clammy one.

Goblin Slayer wasn't looking directly at you but nonetheless spoke firmly. "I don't like it when you say things like that. If you keep that up, I don't think I will be able to hold back."
You eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mea—"

What the—your body was suddenly launched forward into his strong arms. You heard a loud clank-y noise and saw a metal figure roll across the floor. It was his helmet. Goblin Slayer took off his frickin helmet and was holding you tightly. You could hear the pitter-patter of your heart drumming against his chest armor.

You prayed that you wouldn't throw up all of your candy... This was too much.

It took you a moment, but you eventually embraced him just as tight. "I'll get you sick," you huffed. You felt his breath on your neck and his silver hair touch your chin. He was so close.

"Let me get sick. It won't bother me." Something soft suddenly pressed against your hot skin. He was kissing your neck! You buried your flushed face against his broad shoulder. THIS WAS TOO MUCH.

How can this maniac be such a romantic wtf?

He then proceeded to work his way up from your jaw to your lips. He looked at them with anticipation, then he directed his hungry gaze to your soft eyes. His crimson pools seemed to slice their way through you, it made shivers crawl up your spine.

He was hesitating, so you moved a bit closer to him, granting permission to kiss you. Though he still sat motionless, like he was waiting anxiously for you to do something. Oh, he wanted you to kiss him. In realization your eyes drooped in embarrassment.

You moved a little closer. Closer. Oh crap his nose was basically touching yours. Finally, you managed to bundle up enough courage and smooch him, though, uh... it didn't really turn out to be a smooch after that.

Happy Halloween.

i know i don't really keep track with all these one shots. i mean like it's been what, over a month? anyway happy halloween my smol beans. don't stay up too late ( *¯ —¯*)b

p.s. if you see a clown strike, scream, and run