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slasher-male-wife · 1 year

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Slashers seeing their s/o kill for the first time

So @crawling-fingers talked about murder dates with the slashers and I just kinda had to go along with it because I've been processing a lot of trauma lately and god damn it I deserve a little (fictional) murder, as a treat.

Includes: Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Vincent Sinclair, Baby Firefly

Warnings: Murder, violence, strong language, reader kinda has a break down in this, mentions of attempted sexual assault and sexual harassment

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is shocked to say the least. Your abusive ex had showed up uninvited and like before, started to manipulate and try to get you to leave with him.

But when he hit you and told you that you're still the same dumb bitch you were before, that's when you broke. You smashed a vase on his head and took a shard of the broken porcelain and began to stab him with it over and over.

Brahms quickly rushed out of the walls and saw you crying and screaming as blood sprayed onto you.

"Who's the dumb bitch now huh?" You screamed dropping the shard of porcelain, "Try hitting me now you stupid shit! Come on hit me now mother fucker! I dare you bitch!"

You looked like a mess. You had blood all over you, your hair was messy and dishevled, your pupils were dialated and your chest was rising and falling quickly.

Brahms knew this was bad but god damn you looked so good like this. He wouldn't waste time either. He takes off his mask and quickly picks you up, pressing his lips against yours.

He knew you just killed a man. But you looked too damn good not to kiss in that moment.

Michael Myers

Michael was returning from a night of killing when he saw your kitchen light was still on. Odd for this time of night. He enters in the back door and hears your heavy breathing and can see blood leaking from the kitchen.

When he walks in he finds you on top of a man with a kitchen knife in his chest. You look to Michael, covered in blood and your mouth wide open, "He tried to hurt me," You say, " He broke in and kept talking about how I was helping you kill people. He tried to stab me but I got him first."

Michael had to admit. You looked stunning in the low light of the kitchen covered in blood. He watched on as you pulled the knife from the body and took it over to the sink. You started to wash it off as Michael came up behind you, ignoring the body.

He watches as you wash off your face and hands, red water running down the sink. He starts to pet your hair. It's matted with blood and very messy but he continues to run a hand over your hair, petting you.

"Michael, I'm gonna need you to take the knife and get rid of the body while I clean this up ok?" You ask. Michael stops petting your hair and turns his attention to the body.

He picks it up along with the knife and carry's it back outside. But he can't stop thinking about you. And how much he loved seeing you like that. He's going to try and get you to kill again. He knows that for sure.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent heard you scream and then a gunshot go off at the house. A victim had escaped so he thought the worst as he rushed to get to the house. But when he opened the door he found you holding a gun and the victim on the ground.

Some blood had sprayed onto you but you're just standing there, almost catatonic. He could see tears falling on your cheeks. He quickly walks over to you and pulls you into a hug, facing away from the body.

You begin to sob into his sweater as he strokes your back, "She tried to kill me," You say muffled, "I thought I was gonna die. Please don't let go Vincent."

He nods as he looks down at the body. You shot her in the neck. She died quickly and quietly. He knows you're in distress and that you're scared. But he's glad you got your first kill out of the way.

He knew that at some point you were going to have to help with killing people and you finally might just do that.

But first, he needs to comfort you and get you out of shock. He can deal with the body later, now he needs to make sure you're ok.

Baby Firefly

You're out in town with Baby and RJ at a bar. Baby is dancing and RJ is somewhere else. Baby heard you yelling at someone and she made her way back to the bar where she saw a man trying to touch you.

"Back off! I have a girlfriend asshole!"

"Maybe she'd like to join us." He remarks. Baby makes quick work out of getting him in RJ's truck. You knew about the hand gun in his glove compartment and you were just waiting to get far enough from town to shoot him.

The man made dirty remarks the entire time. Talking about how how you two are all the the disgusting things he'd do to you two. Once he got out of the truck you made quick work of shooting him in both of his legs.

Baby was stunned but then she just started to laugh. She cheered you on as you dragged the man inside, yelling at him about how you were gonna have fun with him this time.

Baby laughed and cheered as you beat in the mans head with a hammer. "You're just asking for me to do this you know!" You shout, using his words against him, "You look so hot like this honey! Maybe you should loosen up and smile more!"

Even after he died you kept beating in his head until he was unrecognizable. By now Otis was downstairs and he had seen a good portion of you beating on the pervert.

As you got up, covered in blood Baby wrapped you into a hug and jumped up and down. "That was so badass Y/N! I wanna see you do it again sometime! How about I help you too!"

Baby felt ecstatic about you killing for the first time. She wanted to see you do it over and over again. She really loved seeing the smile on your face after you gave the creep what was coming to him.

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the-final-sif · 2 years

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"Is the baby asleep?"

Technoblade's voice was quiet, but it still startled Tubbo, who was on the verge of passing out on the kitchen table. His entire body jolted and his heart almost gave out before he managed to take in a quick breath. Recovery took several seconds, but Tubbo pulled himself together enough to hiss out words.

"Not cool, big man! You can't jumpscare me like that!"

The fact he was staying quiet was answer enough. Techno rumbled out a huffy laugh, shrugging off his heavy outer cloak and setting down a bag that was filled with... potion brewing stuff? Tubbo was pretty sure that was what Techno'd gone out for. It'd been quite awhile. Nearly a full day now that Tubbo thought about it.

"Gotta stay alert at all times! You never know when I might strike!"

Despite Techno's words, his voice was still hushed and the slump to his shoulders indicated he was exhausted from his trip. Still, he had a good mood about him. Tubbo rolled his eyes, but grinned all the same.

"You find something cool?"

As he asked, Tubbo pushed himself to his feet with a yawn, reaching for Techno's bag to put away the ingredients, only to stop when Techno moved it away.

"Got a surprise for the piglet. I swung by the bastion that took him in to let 'em know he's alright, and they sent me off with some treats for him. I'm gonna put them with the nether wart, you can give 'em to him tomorrow after breakfast. No more than two though."

The idea was exciting. Tubbo couldn't help but wiggle a bit, still careful to keep his voice low.

"Oh! That's awesome! Me and Boo tried to make some nether food ages ago, most of it didn't turn out great, I'm not sure how well translated our receipts were, but the one that was edible Michael really liked. I'm sure he'll love these! Are you sure you don't want to give them to him though?"

As Tubbo rambled, he'd followed Techno down to the storage area, where the piglin had started putting away the ingredients. The man laughed again.

"Nah, I'm putting this stuff away and then passing out for the next 24 hours. No need for him to wait that long for 'em."

"Fair. I'll tell him you brought 'em back then."

Techno nodded, finishing up his sorting and giving Tubbo a pat on the back back as he slid past to head up to his bedroom. Right. Sleeping. That was a thing people did. Tubbo found himself suddenly very tired, and made his way over to the huge couch that took up half the living room. Sometimes he went over to Ranboo's place to sleep, but most nights he found himself here. Honestly, the couch was so big that it was basically the same size as a bed for him anyways.

Grabbing a few of the blankets to pull over himself, Tubbo settled down for the night, excepting to fall asleep quickly.

Only, something was wrong. A gut feeling that he was missing something.

Not something life threatening. Not like they were about to get attacked. Just that something important was off, and he'd been forgetting it for awhile now.

Tubbo couldn't seem to pinpoint what was bothering him, and it kept him up until his body finally passed out.

The morning was no better. There was an itch in his brain he couldn't seem to scratch, even as he went through the motions of preparing breakfast and bringing it up for Michael and Dream. Even as he sat in the chair and tried to make conservation, he found his mind drawn back to this puzzle he couldn't make out.

It hit him right when he gave Michael the treats. The boy recognized the candies, making grabby hands as he bounced with delight. Tubbo had laughed and handed them over, explaining it to Dream as he did so.

"They're from the bastion, Techno visited-"

And with that sentence, Tubbo got hit over the head with what he'd been missing. The realization stunned him into silence for several seconds. Dream tensed, glancing around for danger before Tubbo finally managed to collect his thoughts enough to speak. Words slow as he tried to assemble his thoughts.

"I- sorry- it just hit me. We've been so busy and-. Michael was at a bastion. They took him in. He's not- He's better. There's no bone, or fungi or- We haven't given him one potion. What- It's not- Everything Ranboo and I found find said it was incurable. I mean- Was it Sam?"

Admittedly, none of that was a question, and it was accompanied by a series of half aborted gestures as Tubbo desperately tried to communicate what had somehow slipped his mind in all the chaos. Michael was no longer half dead. Somehow.

Dream relaxed his shoulders a bit, taking a breath before replying.

"Nah, the- Sam." A pause, Dream shook himself slightly and restarted. "Sam didn't do shit to help. Wouldn't even let me have harming potions or take the fucking time to treat it himself. I don't think he understood how serious it was. Maybe he just didn't give a fuck. It got- It got kinda bad. So I used the book."

What.

No.

Oh no. No, no, no. Tubbo would've seen the message. Right? There would've been- Michael couldn't have-

"Oh fuck, not like- he didn't die. It's not-. The book, it works- So, XD, he's a weird motherfucker, but he'll show up and it's only supposed to be for revivals, but sometimes he'll bend the rules. I summoned him, asked him to patch Michael up, and he did what he could. Michael's still, uh, sort of infected? It won't get worse, but healing and harming are still flipped for him. Was the best XD could do without changing him too much."

Dream quickly explained, and it eased the panic in Tubbo's chest. That- It still wasn't good that Sam hadn't given Michael any medical treatment. Fuck, Tubbo was tempted to hunt the man down and take his last life for that alone. Another time, maybe. But at least Michael didn't die. That was something.

Tubbo nodded quietly, eyes turning to watch Michael as the toddler stayed distracted by his candy. Intently focusing on picking it apart to eat it in a very particular manner. He wanted to scoop the toddler up and never let him go again, but Michael was still very wary about being held. For anyone but Dream.

A few minutes ticked by, and before long, Tubbo found himself processing a lot of the implications of what Dream had said. A lot of it was good. Michael's infection had been a constant struggle, even with medical treatment, there was only so much that could be done. Michael was happier now. No longer in constant pain, and having regained some mobility. The lack of exposed bones was nice too. It would reduce his risk for other infections and help protect him when he ran into things as young children do.

Still, there were parts of the story that left Tubbo with questions. None of which he could ask. Tubbo had already been firmly told by Techno that he was not to ask Dream any questions about the revival book. The older piglin had been deadly serious about it, and even if Tubbo didn't quite understand why, even he could see how Dream's shoulders tensed at the mere mention of the book. Still, he had to ask something. The tense silence in the room was killing him.

"Wait- you called XD a 'weird motherfucker', isn't he like, your god? Like Techno with the blood god?"

Despite the mask covering Dream's face, Tubbo could tell that he was getting a Look for that.

"Fuck no. I mean, we've got some stuff going on, but he's not my patron. Honestly, I dunno if he even does that stuff."

That caught Tubbo off guard, he'd been assuming- well, a lot of things apparently. Dream wasn't wrong though, XD was a rarely worshiped god, known for not responding to those that did attempt to communicate with him. Which made it all the stranger that he was apparently willing to show up for Dream. Still, it was odd for Dream to be so willing to speak ill of him. XD was still a god, an old and quite powerful one at that.

"If he's not your patron, then why do you dress like him? I thought that was it? Do you just happen to dress like the god who lets you revive the dead?"

Dream snorted, not even offended at the accidental near accusation.

"Hell no, you've got it backwards. I don't dress like him, he dresses like me. When we met, he looked totally different, but he liked the way I looked so he copied it. Actually copied my mask too at first, but I drew the line at that shit. Made him change it so people can tell us apart."

Seconds ticked by, as Tubbo's brained stalled out. Long, long seconds.

"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN GOD COPIED YOU?!"

Oops. No sooner had he shouted, then he remembered there was someone still asleep in the house. Michael finally startled, looking up in alarm first at Tubbo, then over to Dream with one wide little eye. Dream was also startled for a moment, before he doubled over laughing, barely managing to half shrug his shoulders in response.

Only several seconds in to Dream's laughing fit as the man started to sound genuinely out of breath, did Tubbo remember that Dream's lungs were still weak, and Phil had specifically told them all not to make him laugh since it could trigger a coughing fit. Too late for that now. What was he supposed to do again? Something about water breathing and strength? Tubbo's brain was still dead from finding out that a god was apparently copying Dream of all people.

Luckily, a very sleepy Technoblade chose that moment to appear in the doorway, glaring at the occupants of the room (not Michael thought, Michael got a half-grin). Despite his tired state, Techno quickly noticed that Dream's laughter had in fact, turned into a coughing fit.

With a sigh, the piglin shuffled across the room to a cupboard where he snagged a purple looking potion. The potion was splashed onto a washclothing, and Tubbo quickly moved out of the way so that Techno could shift up Dream's shirt and apply it to the man's chest as he tried to get his breath back.

Once that was done, and Dream no longer sounded like he was dying, Techno turned to Tubbo with a single raised eyebrow. Clearly wanting answers. Tubbo had none, he could only wave his hands helplessly. Something Techno was decidedly unimpressed with.

Tubbo endured a staredown for nearly half a minute before Dream finally managed to speak up and save him.

"Tubbo just learned that XD's the rip off."

That got a bit of a face journey from Technoblade as he processed then acknowledged the point, finally landing on what seemed like understanding.

"Ah, so you finally learned God's a Dream kinnie. Fair enough, and welcome to my life."

And with that, Technoblade shuffled back out of the room to go back to bed, uninterested in explaining anything more.

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