"Stop running away old man! I want to help you!" You continued chasing after the injured Hans who thought you were an infected. And he'd be correct... but you wouldn't hurt him. You didn't plan it. "Stay away!" The white haired man yelled out, pointing his gun at you to shoot. He fired a couple of shots in front of you, hitting the wooden floor of the manor. You growled and watched him take a corner. You smugly smiled to yourseld as you knew a short cut. You quickly ran through a couple 'o rooms and met Hans straight in his face.
"Hey" You exhaled with a smile. "I said, get away from me!" Hans spat, taking a step back. He failed at keeping his footing, and fell to the ground, resting his back on a wall. "Don't worry you german madman, I have a med-kit, I'll help you" You crouched down in front of him and opened up the med-kit. Hans was still pretty untrustworthy, even when you were healing him. He didn't let go of his gun. "Why would you think I'm infected?" You smiled at him, still patching the slash wound. You were attacking Alex but Hans happened to get in the way.
"From the damn start I didn't trust you..." He murmured angrily.
"You're so horribly unbelivable..." He spat once again. His behaviour got you snort out giggling. He was paranoid, and you found the paranoia amusing."Come on, trust me a little, I saved your guts!" You smiled at the old man. You recieved a gun pushed to your chin as a response. "I don't. Trust you" He hissed at you.
"Oh you slick fuck..." You murmured quietly, before letting out a deep throat growl. He responded with a similar one, but much deeper. Most likely due to him being a male subject."Nina is still living" You quickly suggested. Hans looked to the door, smiled with a growl and you both went on a hunt, to take down Nina...
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Deceit x reader (oneshots)
FanfictionDeceit is a lying type of game. There is one hidden monster hiding within a human, ready to jump out at 'cha in any second. They may be, even your best friend, standing right next to you... Lying is a powerful weapon. (I accept requests)