You wanted some fresh air to start your morning. But Brahms never let you leave your room; you'd had enough of his childish behavior. You got out of bed and made your way to the door.
"Brahms! Let me out! I have the right to go outside; you can't keep me in here forever!" You slammed the door with your palm, hoping that he would hear you. You sighed as you crouched and sat on the floor. You were correct, as he opened the door and stared at you without saying anything. "Brahms, please don't you want me to feel better?" You asked, matching his glare with your own.
He snapped, "No! I'll take care of you!" He simply wants you to feel better by staying at home. So, why are you unable to do so? Why can't you just follow orders?
"No, you're not my father, so don't act like one, Brahms! Just please just let me go to the garden...?" You looked down at your feet, tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision - Brahms despised seeing you sad because it made him feel guilty. He didn't mean to make you unhappy.
"Fine, but you will never leave my sight..." He replied, using his deep yet rough voice - you were overjoyed, "Thank you, Brahms!" You kissed his cheek, causing him to blush beneath his mask - you giggled before running out the door, Brahms following your footsteps to your garden.
After that, you sat down on the grass and enjoyed the breeze caressing your body. You finally felt at ease - Brahms saw you as an angel sent from above, and he wouldn't lie, you were stunning. He knew you were the one for him the moment he met you. He simply felt compelled to protect you, to keep you safe from harm.
He sat down next to you, taking in the scenery. He took your hand in his and caressed it with his thumb. You didn't mind when he took your hand in his, because you trusted him. You had a feeling he wouldn't harm you. Regardless, you were stunned when you caught a glimpse of a pale mask. "What do you want from me?" You mouthed the words at Michael and you gazed at Brahms who was now lying on the grass with his eyes closed.
He took out the notepad and pencil you had given him a few days before. "I DON'T KNOW WHY I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU; I WANT YOU BY MY SIDE, ALWAYS AND FOREVER." Your face flushed as you struggled to respond to the silent killer.
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," you said softly, not wanting to offend him or anything, but you couldn't. Unfortunately, the mute killer didn't appreciate your response and grabbed both of your wrists, pinning you to the grass and spilling the notepad and pencil. Your face becomes increasingly redder, his mask inches away from your face. "I bet that Krueger is upset that I'm getting fucked before him."
Brahms awoke from his nap when he heard someone yelling. "Oh boy, here we go again..." You thought as you rolled your eyes as his face turned to you, his eyes widened from the view, anger boiling inside him as he sees you struggle from Michael's hold - upon hearing moves from beside you, you knew this wasn't going to end well.
As Brahms shoved Michael out of the way, you quickly rose and moved in front of him, preventing Brahms from approaching him. "I thought I'd get pleasured here..." you sighed, putting your hands on his shoulders to comfort him.
"What is he doing here?!" He exclaimed, his question becoming more demanding, which you noted. A notepad was shoved in Brahms' face before you could respond, making the big man even angrier. "I'M ONLY HERE FOR HER, SO FUCK OFF, THIS IS COMPLETELY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." The mute killer shook his head, indicating that he didn't care for the other slasher.
"I'm sorry, but I won't be able to do what you want; I have to stay with Brahms." You said, terrified of the outcome. You just hoped no one got hurt in all of this.
The uncommunicative killer only stared at you for a few moments before returning to his writing. He showed you his notepad after he finished. He's hoping you'll agree on this one.
"FINE, IF YOU CAN'T STAY WITH ME, I'LL STAY WITH YOU, WHICH MEANS I WIULD LIVE IN HIS HOUSE." You had no idea what Brahms' expression would be. You took a slow look at Brahms, who only had his green eyes for you.
"What do you think of this, Brahms?" You asked as you handed him the notepad, which he slowly took and began to read. In a split second, his bored eyes turned into a glare. Oh, he already dislikes it.
Surprisingly, he agreed - but Michael must adhere to strict guidelines. You were relieved; they were going to get along in no time. It made you happy to see them converse peacefully. You smiled with your eyes closed.
It wouldn't be so bad to live with another slasher, right? You'll be sorely disappointed.
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Fanfiction- SLASHERS X !READER - ❝ We are truly meant to be, darling. ❞ As they smoothly dance, he says while grabbing her waist. Under the moonlight, their faces shone brightly; they weren't sure if they were soulmates, but a bond was forced between the two...
