Hi..,, i understand if this is kinda hard to write but may I ask for Slasher x reader romantic headcanons? I need more content of him,,
final girl
slasher x reader, general romantic headcanons, fluff and angst
ur SO real anon, slasher DOES need more content.... so here you go <33
also ik the title says final Girl but all my readers r gender neutral dw. they r also implied to be a killer too in this ?? but u can ignore that if u want
hoo boy
first of all, the mask stays ON at all times. its not that he doesnt trust you, he just doesn't want to scare you with his face. (or for you to judge it)
since he cant kiss you normally, he just kinda... smooshes his face into yours, gently. like a cat.
speaking of cats, he brings you corpses (animal or human) like a cat brings gifts
very cliché "silent brooding bad boy who would kill for you", except he's not a bad boy, he's just a mamas boy whos witnessed The Horrors of War
he's mute, so he communicates either: through sign, through body language, or Not At All. he's kind of bad at signing though lol
he canonically enjoys smores (or would if he wasnt like. busy murdering people), so one of your go-to dates is a romantic cuddle by the campfire while you make smores
his "mama" approves of you (its the necrobloxicon of course, and it approves of you because he's willing to kill for you. you are a bad influence, sorry)
doesn't usually initiate physical contact in public, but if you hold his hand he's never letting go until you force him.
in private though, he loves to be as close as possible, specifically he likes being held. (just be careful of the Knife and Book stabbed into his shoulder)
he likes you carry you! less 'bridal style' and more 'sack slung over his shoulder'. hes gentle though dont worry
though, he would do just about anything you asked (within reason) so if you asked him to carry you bridal style, he would!
just be prepared for that to put the thought of marriage into his head lmao
in an ideal world, where he wasn't a prisoner of war treated like a lab rat in area 51, he would have liked to settle down and start a family with you. maybe you couldve been like guest and daisy!
in another life, maybe.
Another gashing wound, another chase to be had, another war to be fought. Slasher stalks after the limping blue haired Guest, rage and desire for vengeance fueling his every step as he wipes the blood off his machete on his sleeve. It's almost over, and then he can be back in your arms once more. It's almost over, he reassures himself, as he catches up to the injured sentinel.
He's ready to finish the Guest off, ripping the machete back out of the flesh of his arm as he takes him down to his knees, but they both freeze when the force of the attack knocks something out of the Guest's pocket. The Guest reaches for it with a mangled arm, but Slasher's own gloved hand reaches it first.
A photo. Of the blue haired Guest, a lady with brown hair, and a child. Distantly, the Guest says something. Maybe a plea for mercy, maybe an attempt to connect with his killer.
This could have been his life. Could have been your life, with him. But it was ripped away, he was robbed of this exact life. Why does that Guest get that kind of life? What did he do different to deserve it?
The gloved hand curls into a fist, balling up the photo. He almost relishes in the look of pure agony on the Guest's face, not because of the injures but because of the photo's destruction. He deserves it. To suffer, like Slasher has.
It's only fair, he thinks, as he raises the machete above his head again.
The bloodied killer swings the door to the shared cabin open, ominously shadowed in the door. The smell of metal and rage wafts from the door, and you perk up from whatever you found to entertain yourself in Hell.
You swing your arms open, and just as suddenly as he appeared, he's collapsing into your arms with clear exhaustion, slumping over your form. He nuzzles into your shoulder, getting as close as physically possible without crawling under your skin. As close as possible to the life he deserves with you.
sorry i got carried away with the angst at the end, i got excited
