#slashersx reader

[fandom-imagines]

Mine

Fandom: Halloween

Pairing: Michael Myers X Reader

Warnings: Past abuse, murder cuz like Mikey

A/N: This was inspired by a headcanon I read on slashers with a S/O that was abused in a previous relationship. If you find it please link me so that I can credit the author for this wonderful idea! <3

He hadn’t meant to startle her, he swears.

But he couldn’t help but tilt his head as the girl he had grown, weirdly enough, attached to flinched away from him, tears running down her face.

“P-please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry,” she managed to squeak out between panicked breaths. “I didn’t mean to.” Sobs were now leaving her lips through ragged breaths.

Michael simply stood there, confused with his head tilted.

He had no idea what to do, no idea how to comfort the girl whose body had crumpled to the ground, head hidden behind her hands to prevent a hit that wouldn’t come; a hit that would never come.

He simply stood there listening to the frightened sobs fall from her lips, a noise that caused an unknown emotion to flow through his body. It was something that he didn’t like.

It didn’t take long before Y/N glanced up at the killer through her fingers, tears still falling.

Michael remained in his previous position; head still tilted in a questioning manner. The girl’s hands fell as she realised that she was safe, well as safe as one can be living with a serial killer.

“I’m sorry,” she slightly feared his reaction, “I just had a flashback, that’s all.” Her words were quiet, breaths still laboured.

He tilted his head even more, inspecting her as she shut her eyes in fear of admitting what had happened in her past.

“My ex, he used to hit me whenever I did something he deemed bad.” Her eyes were still shut which Michael was grateful for, knowing that she couldn’t see the way his hands balled into fists.

How dare somebody else hurt her. Not that he would ever hurt her, but in his mind, he was the only person that was allowed.

“Name,” Michael growled, noticing the way that Y/N’s eyes snapped open as the usually silent man spoke, albeit short words but still words.

*

Michael watched from the distance as the man entered his home.

Weirdly enough, his house wasn’t too far from the Myers house, being just a few minutes walk away which was a walk Michael gladly took, knife in hand, fingers tightly gripping the handle.

Y/N’s ex was oblivious to the fact that he was being stalked. He was even more oblivious to the said stalker now being inside his house.

Michael wasn’t messing around, he made sure his prey knew that somebody was inside the house.

“Hello?” The man called out as he heard the creaking of the wood beneath Michaels’ feet, something that he had done purposely.

The stalker made sure to make his steps loud, wanting to terrorize his next victim before ending his miserable life. He would make sure that nobody would hurt his girl ever again, he promised himself that.

Michaels tall frame loomed above the abuser, casting a shadow in the man’s line of sight as he felt a knife pressed against his back, the cold steel something that was able to be felt despite the t-shirt he was wearing.

“Mine,” Michael growled once again, before shoving the knife roughly through his back, tugging it out, watching as the limp body fell to the ground, a loud bang sounding as it collided with the wood beneath him.

She was his, nobody else could hurt her.