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Monster in the Making (Will Graham x Male! Lecter)

Hey :) I know I haven't uploaded much, but life has gotten in the way. So, to jump back into writing, I've decided to write something about my favorite murder husband, Will. What was meant to be something short turned into (possibly) my longest post yet.

Summary: The Lecter siblings were obsessed with Will Graham but for entirely different reasons. While Hannibal wanted to deconstruct the puzzle that was the detective, M/N wanted Will to be his.

tags: jealousy, possessiveness, m/n being a little shit, Will indulges him, why can't they just talk it out like normal adults, oh yeah 'cause one's a murderer in the making and the other is related to Hannibal :)

M/N Lecter was a mirror image of his elder brother, Hannibal: with sophisticated tastes and an appetite for human meat, it was their façades that set them apart. While both inherited a charisma unlike any other, it was M/N Lecter whose mask never slipped off. Unlike Hannibal who instilled an unconscious fear in people with his dominating and blunt persona, M/N preferred to play the role of the unsuspecting innocent.

He derived pleasure from allowing others to spin their own webs of deceit, all the while believing they had any significance in his life. Whether they be lovers, friends, or colleagues, no one was immune to his subtle influence. His manipulations were veiled behind gentle words and tender gestures, a feigned desire to enrich their lives until they found themselves isolated and reliant solely on M/N. This artful deception ensnared all whom M/N cast his gaze upon, until the arrival of Will Graham.

A detective with a peculiar gift that Hannibal simply dubbed ‘pure empathy’, Will immediately knew something was wrong with the Lecter siblings. His dark, almost onyx eyes perceived the monsters both Hannibal and M/N were, yet (he hated himself for saying this) there was a complexity to their darkness that intrigued him. So, despite the warning bells ringing in his mind, Will couldn’t help but be drawn to the siblings. Hannibal wanted to bring out Will’s own dark side, seeing a capable partner in the man who cloaked himself with a ruse of normality. But for M/N, he simply desired the man.

He couldn’t explain what about Will attracted him, but for the first time, M/N felt drawn to another being. He wanted to own the detective—his mind, heart, body. It was a puzzling revelation that M/N could even feel these things for another being. 

"I assume you're pleased with my surprise," Hannibal whispered to M/N as the familiar sight of the detective's car pulled into their driveway. The siblings had decided to host another dinner party, though with M/N's hectic schedule, the majority of the preparations fell upon Hannibal. This entailed cooking, setting the table, and sending out invitations—invitations M/N was not permitted to see.

M/N should have anticipated that Hannibal was scheming something, but he never imagined this. Developing feelings for the detective was one thing, but inviting Will into their home—a place that would undoubtedly unsettle the detective—angered him.

M/N couldn't pinpoint when his desire to possess Will shifted into protectiveness, but it was too late now. Hannibal had retreated to the kitchen, likely to evade M/N's impending wrath, leaving him alone to greet their newest guest. Slipping into character, M/N forced a smile as the detective's figure hesitated at the open door. "Mr. Graham." M/N greeted, his voice warm and friendly. "It's good to see you. Please, come in."

Will's gaze flickered from M/N to the grand interior of the Lecter residence, taking in the opulent furnishings and the faint aroma of culinary mastery wafting from the kitchen. Despite his reservations, there was a reluctant curiosity in his expression. "Thank you." Will replied, his tone guarded yet polite as he crossed the threshold. "I must admit, I didn't expect an invitation." And why would the Lecters invite him? Will was hardly good company, always managing to unsettle people with his personality.

Catching the subtle self-deprecation in Will’s words, M/N frowned. “Why wouldn’t we invite you, Mr. Graham? I find your company quite pleasant.” 

Internally, M/N couldn't help but smirk at the reaction of his detective—the rosy hue that enveloped the tips of Will's ears, and the subtle shift in his demeanor as he lowered his head, avoiding M/N's gaze. M/N couldn't quite discern if Will was simply oblivious to his flirting or intentionally ignoring it, but either way, it stirred something inside him to see the effect he had on the guarded detective. 

Not wanting to further embarrass the man, M/N turned on his heel and began guiding Will further into the house, towards the dining room where the rest of their guests were gathered. Some were engaged in lively conversations, their voices mingling in the air, while others took in the opulent surroundings, their eyes roaming over the intricate decorations and paintings adorning the walls.

M/N felt a surge of pride at the sight of the meticulously arranged table, adorned with fine china and gleaming silverware. The aroma of Hannibal's culinary creations wafted through the air, tantalizing the senses and adding to the air of anticipation that hung over the room.

"Please, make yourself comfortable." M/N told Will with a reassuring smile. “Dinner will be served shortly." Leaving the detective was the last thing M/N wanted to do, but he knew he had to fulfill his duties as a co-host and mingle with their other guests. With a lingering glance at Will, M/N reluctantly excused himself, promising to return shortly. 

Watching M/N walk away, Will was taken aback by the unexpected pang of disappointment that washed over him. He knew M/N couldn’t stay by his side all night long, but a part of Will hoped he would. He and M/N had been playing a game as of late; one Will had been initially taken aback by but had quickly returned. Flirting—subtle, yet charged with an unspoken tension that seemed to crackle between them whenever they were together. 

M/N had a way of getting under his skin, of teasing out the darker, more dangerous parts of himself that Will hadn’t known he even possessed. In M/N's presence, Will felt alive in a way he hadn't in years, his senses heightened and his inhibitions loosened. M/N Lecter had become his downfall—hell, M/N was all Will thought about these days.

As he watched M/N mingle effortlessly with the other guests, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. Will knew he should stay away, that getting too close to M/N Lecter would only lead to trouble. And yet, the allure of the forbidden was too strong to ignore, drawing him inexorably closer to the flame.

As the evening wore on, Will found himself retreating into the shadows, avoiding interactions with the other guests. The lively chatter and laughter only served to amplify his own sense of isolation. He didn’t belong here; all he wanted was to return home and snuggle against the warm fur of his dogs. But just as Will debated the possibility of slipping away unnoticed, a sudden burst of laughter echoed from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts. 

As if summoned, Will’s gaze landed on M/N, who stood across the room, his charming smile directed towards a striking woman. She was elegant and poised, with cascading waves of chestnut hair that framed her delicate features. Her blue eyes sparkled with laughter and interest as she leaned closer to M/N, her hand resting upon his arm as they continued conversing.

The attraction between them was evident—the way the woman pressed herself against M/N, with the man doing nothing to stop such indecent action. Will couldn't tear his eyes away, a knot of jealousy tightening in his chest at the sight of M/N's easy rapport with the woman.

It was irrational, Will knew. He had no claim over M/N; no right to feel possessive or jealous. And yet, as he watched them, Will couldn't shake the resentment and betrayal that coiled within him, a bitter reminder of his insecurities and desires. For a brief moment, Will entertained the dangerous thought of intervening, of inserting himself into their conversation and reclaiming M/N's attention for himself. But he quickly dismissed the idea, knowing it would only make him appear foolish and desperate. 

But that’s exactly what M/N wanted. He craved to unravel the layers of Will Graham's complex psyche, delve into the darker corners of his mind, and explore the depths of his desires. M/N wanted to see this other, darker side of Will, to witness the raw passion and intensity that lay beneath his stoic exterior. So when their eyes met across the room, M/N couldn’t help but smirk as he turned back to the woman on his side.

Helen was beautiful, in a conventional sort of way, but something was lacking in her presence that failed to capture his interest. Her conversation was dull and predictable, devoid of the spark and intrigue that he craved. So even as his whole body wrenched when her hands settled on his forearm, M/N forced himself to maintain the facade of polite interest.

He couldn't help but contrast her with Will Graham, whose mere presence ignited a fire within him that he struggled to contain. Will was enigmatic and complex, a puzzle waiting to be solved, while Helen was little more than a passing distraction—a shallow attempt at filling the void that only Will could satisfy. And as he stole another glance across the room, M/N couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Jealousy and anger were swimming in the detective’s eyes; he only needed one final push so they could both indulge in what they desired.

The tension between them crackled like electricity, a palpable force that hung heavy in the air. Will's gaze bore into M/N's, filled with a mix of longing and frustration that mirrored his own. It was as if they were locked in a silent battle of wills, each daring the other to make the first move. But M/N was done playing games. He wanted Will, and he wanted him now. With a sly grin, he leaned in closer to Helen, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he murmured something in her ear. The effect was immediate. As Will stormed towards them, his eyes ablaze with fury, M/N felt a surge of satisfaction. 

"Can we talk privately?” The detective hissed, not even sparing a glance at the woman. 

“Of course.” M/N's response was measured and composed, his outward demeanor belying the inner excitement that churned beneath the surface. Sensing an opportunity to push the boundaries further, he delicately extricated himself from Helen's grasp and softly pressed his lips to her cheek.

“Please excuse us, darling.” He murmured, his voice like velvet, eliciting a blush from the woman and a frustrated huff from Will. Gesturing for the detective to follow, this exchange wasn’t missed by Hannibal, who smoothly redirected the attention of the other guests, allowing M/N and Will to slip away unnoticed. 

The journey to M/N’s office was painful; in the sense that Will’s dark emotions only fueled M/N’s desire for the detective. With every step he took, M/N could feel Will’s presence like a blazing fire at his back, the heat of his breath sending shivers down his spine. Personal space seemed non-existent between them; with Will’s front nearly pressing against M/N’s back as they moved in lockstep. It took all of M/N's self-control to resist the urge to turn around and claim what he had long desired.

As they finally entered M/N's office, the weight of the locked door didn't escape Will's notice, but his focus was consumed by the fury pulsating through his veins. M/N's calm demeanor only served to stoke the flames of his anger further. 

"What is it that you wished to speak of, Mr. Graham?" M/N's voice remained cool and collected, a stark contrast to the seething rage burning in Will's gaze. Allowing himself to be cornered against his desk, M/N maintained unwavering eye contact with the detective. Yet, despite the intensity of the situation, the corners of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly, mischief glimmering in his eyes.

Will's jaw clenched as he struggled to find the words, his chest heaving with pent-up emotion. "I want to know what you were doing with that woman," he finally managed to spit out, his voice low and charged with accusation.

M/N arched an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "And why does that matter to you?" he countered, his tone teasing yet tinged with a hint of challenge. His eyes held a gleam of amusement as he awaited Will's response; he might be pinned to his desk, but M/N still held the power. He was the one dictating what their encounter would result. Will’s expression softened, his features momentarily reflecting his more reserved nature. But then, to M/N’s surprise, a smirk ghosted across his face. "You're mine." 

"Is that so?" M/N mused, "And what exactly does that entail, Detective Graham?" 

Spurred by an unspoken desire, the detective's patience wore thin. Surging forward, Will captured M/N in a searing kiss, his hands finding a place on the other's hips to draw him closer. The kiss was electric, a fusion of pent-up longing and unspoken passion. At that moment, words became unnecessary as they surrendered to the heat of their mutual desire, lost in the intoxicating embrace of each other's lips.

M/N gripped Will’s curls, finding pleasure in hearing the sweet, husky moans the detective emitted. However, the need for air soon became undeniable, and with a deep, reluctant sigh, M/N drew away from the kiss. His chest heaved with the effort to regain his breath as he gazed into the detective's eyes once more. But instead of finding regret, as he had anticipated, M/N was surprised to see a glimmer of giddiness dancing in the depths of Will's gaze. Perhaps now it would be easier for the Lecter siblings to sway Will Graham into joining their murder family.

#x male reader #male reader #hannibal #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #slasher community #slasher fandom #jealousy

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You're Edward?! Pt. 3 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

Wow, never guessed you guys would love this fanfic. I guess the twilight renaissance is real. *cracks fingers to begin writing* Hope you enjoy! You won't believe how many people wanted a 3rd part. Also, I see you guys leaving requests, I'm working on them ;)

Link to part 1 and part 2

Summary: M/n didn't know what he was doing: pulling a boy into the woods is how every horror movie starts, but M/n only wants to talk...and maybe kiss Edward senseless *but who wouldn't* ;)

M/N didn't even know why he dragged Edward into the woods after getting such a nasty look, and he couldn't care less about what onlookers thought. M/N just needed to talk to Edward privately and figure out what was behind his bad mood. Dropping his hold, M/N turned to face the breathtaking boy but was rather stunned when Edward had clear amusement written all over his face. "What?!"

"Do you usually drag strangers into the woods?"

"Uh, no." M/N stammered, getting red in the face when Edward released perhaps the deepest chuckle he'd ever heard. So not only did Edward appear to be carved by Michaelangelo himself, but he had a sexy laugh? Trying to recover his composure, M/N turned around, walking a couple of steps before stopping. "But that's not the point. Why do you hate Bella? Or are you just an asshole? You know what, I'm leaning towards the latter. We don't even know each other and you gave me the dirtiest look—"

"When?" Edward interrupted.

"Literally a few minutes ago. Bella and I were seated in her truck when I caught you glaring at us." M/N crossed his arms as he turned to glare at the man. "And don't try to change topics. Tell me why you hate Bella."

Edward's amusement faded quickly, a flicker of something akin to guilt crossing his features before morphing into a neutral expression. "Look, I don't hate her."

"Well, your glare certainly gave off that vibe." M/N reposed.

Edward sighed, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. "I don't hate her, M/N, I swear. It's just..." he hesitated, searching for the right words. "Complicated."

M/N couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Complicated? Really? That's the best you got?"

Edward's lips twitched with a faint smile, acknowledging the simplicity of his answer. "It's the most sensible answer. If I told you the truth, you'd think I'm crazy and run away."

And that was the truth. How was Edward going to tell M/N he was his mate; the missing half he'd been in search of for almost a century. That the glare M/N referred to was directed at Bella for the sole fact that she was dating him. Edward heard them confirm their relationship; watched from the perspective of the group of humans how touchy-feely the pair were with one another. Just the sight of how M/N leaned into Bella's space burned a pit in Edward's stomach.

"Try me." M/N crossed his arms, looking expectantly at the boy who only shook his head. "C'mon, it can't be that bad. Wait..." M/N furrowed his eyebrows, "You like Bella? Don't get me wrong, she's pretty..."

"No!" Edward screamed, blanching when M/N looked at him in utter confusion and some anger. "I mean, how can I like her when she's clearly taken."

"Come again? I'm single."

"But you told Bella's friends you guys were dating." Now it was Edward who was confused, watching as M/N began to laugh, almost doubling over by the force of his laughter. "You had your arm around her and she cuddled to your side." If Edward could only see himself, he would've known why M/N was laughing. He was POUTING. THE 100-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN WAS POUTING BECAUSE HE BELIEVED HIS MATE WAS WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

"I don't even know where to begin." M/N wheezed, a couple of chuckles escaping him before calming down fully. "First, Bella and I are just friends. Best friends, in fact. Second, why would you care if we were? You just said you didn't like Bella." Eyes widening, M/N came to a realization: Edward was acting like a jealous girlfriend because he was jealous. Gaining cockiness, M/N stepped closer to the boy who seemed to be stuck in his own thoughts.

The sound of footsteps caused Edward to come back to the present, and if he were human, he would have surely been red. There in all his glory stood M/N, his taller stature causing the vampire to look up at his mate. "Can I ask you a question?" M/N whispered, his head dangerously close to the vampires. "If you don't like Bella, why the jealousy?" If Edward couldn't respond, M/N would just force the answer out of him. Raising his hand to gently place it on the boy's face, M/N grinned when Edward (like a cat) only nuzzled closer, proving his hypothesis correct.

Yet M/N was no pervert nor rapist. He would first get the CONSENT to kiss Edward. Yet, when the human was about to speak, he was taken aback when it was the vampire who closed the gap between them. The kiss was like hell; a temptation that now which M/N has tried, he would surely die without. Once the lack of air burned M/N's lungs, that's when the pair broke apart. They stared at one another for a few seconds: M/N thinking Edward would tell him it was a mistake, but that smile told him otherwise. And why would Edward ever regret kissing M/N?

#x male reader #male reader #the twilight saga #twilight #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #forks washington #twilight saga #the cullens #boyxboy #bxb #fanfiction

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Sorry (Michael Myers x Male! Reader)

I couldn't help myself. Something about the Halloween franchise just appeals to me. So I wrote another fanfic about the bogeyman himself. It's not my best work but I just wanted to post something quick for you guys. Question: should I write more mature scenes?

Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you?

You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen, and today was one of those times when Michael let his anger out on you. After another failed attempt at bringing back Laurie for a much-needed family reunion, Michael was in a bad mood. You sensed it immediately: his mask still on, knife gripped tightly in his large hand, angry little huffs escaping his lips. You made sure to stay out of his way. Yes, you were his boyfriend, and he loved you (even if he never explicitly said it), but you knew his boundaries. Times like these only reminded you of how lucky you were to have caught the interest of said killer. Standing up from the couch, you slowly made your way towards his, arms in front of you to make Michael see you meant no harm.

"Mikey." you softly whispered, using his nickname to try and soothe some of his anger. "Why don't we—" but before you could finish, your boyfriend suddenly flung you to the left, causing you to hit the wall. Pain surged through your body, and you gasped as the air was knocked out of your lungs.

"Michael." you wheezed, yet your boyfriend seemed relentless. Stomping towards your fallen form, he picked you up by the neck, his hands closing in with an iron grip, choking the life out of you. Panic set in as you scratched desperately at his hands, your vision blurring.

You looked into your boyfriend's eyes, desperately searching for any hint of recognition or humanity. Yet, at that moment, his gaze held nothing but an abyss of emptiness. The final moments of awareness slipped away as the world around you faded into darkness, suspending you in a nightmarish void.

When M/N's body stopped moving, Michael suddenly snapped back to his senses. His eyes widened with terror as he gazed at your unconscious form sprawled on the ground. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a tidal wave, and he recoiled in horror.

He fell to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your still form as if to assure himself that you were still there. You were thankfully still breathing, but Michael couldn't believe he'd unleashed his anger on you of all people. Easily picking you up, Michael set you gingerly on the sofa and began to grab all the materials needed for when you awakened.

You didn't know how much time had passed since you fell unconscious, but the first thing you did notice was that you were now on the couch. Pain throbbed at the back of your head, and as you instinctively reached to touch the area, a hand shot out and stopped you.

Michael.

He was on the floor, on both knees, with his mask gone. "Mikey," you uttered softly, your voice trembling with emotion. As you sat up, your hands moved hesitantly towards his face. With gentle fingers, you brushed aside the shaggy strands of blonde hair that obscured your boyfriend's features, revealing those eyes you loved so deeply.

In the depths of his gaze, you saw a kaleidoscope of emotions—pain, regret, and a flicker of hope amidst the darkness.

"sorry."

Your eyes widened upon hearing Michael's voice. Broken, hoarse, and quiet yet they carried a weight that reverberated through the room. With a soft smile playing on your lips, you closed the remaining distance between you and Michael.

#x male reader #male reader #halloween 1978 #hallloween #michael myers x male reader #michael myers #laurie strode #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher movies

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you should make a part two of Bella swan x male reader

I did, here's the link to part 2.

#x male reader #male reader #the twilight saga #twilight #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #emmett cullen #rosalie twilight #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #forks washington #bella swan x male reader

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Bella swan x male reader part 2

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Bella Swan x Male Reader)

Wow, I never thought this would become popular, but if people want a second part, who am I to say no? So thank you anon and others for the request :)

Link to the first part

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Bella never felt so sure in her life, but watching as Edward pleaded with her to give him another chance, after everything that happened, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Leave, Edward. We're done." Bella voiced once again before turning around and walking towards the front door.

"You're just confused, love." he pathetically whispered, that crooked smile Bella once fawned over now causing disgust to run down her spine. "I know I've made a mistake, but we're stronger than that; don't you love me?"

"No," Bella immediately replied, the answer which she couldn't accept months ago now spilled easily from her lips. "Looking back, I think even back then, before this whole thing happened, I never truly loved you. I mean…it was like a game to you: telling me we couldn't be friends yet finding any way to talk to me. Or intentionally keeping me away from my friends because you thought they either liked me or posed a danger. That isn't a relationship, Edward; that's manipulation."

Opening the door to signal the end of their conversation, Bella hesitated when the vampire didn't move, but inched closer to her, a dangerous aura emanating from him.

The air grew tense as Edward closed the distance between them, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desperation and something darker, more sinister. Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back, her hand gripping the doorknob tightly.

"Edward," she warned, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the vampire ignored her plea. Movements slow and deliberate, Bella flinched when his cold touch landed on her cheek. Eyes widening in fear, she tried to push his hand away and found that she couldn't.

Letting out a gasp when Edward moved her away from the door, locking it behind him, Bella's heart pounded with fear. She made a desperate dash up the stairs and into her room, hoping to find safety, but the vampire beat her to it. A hand gripped her wrist, and Bella let out a scream of pain as Edward's hold tightened excruciatingly. "I can't lose you, Bella. You're everything to me."

Closing her eyes, Bella was pressed into Edward's chest when his hold suddenly vanished. Confused and disoriented, she opened her eyes to find M/N standing between her and Edward, a fierce determination etched on his face. "You heard her. Bella doesn't want anything to do with you anymore."

Edward's eyes narrowed at M/N's words, his lips twisting into a snarl. "She's mine." he spat, his voice tinged with possessiveness yet M/N remained steadfast, his gaze meeting Edward's with unwavering resolve. "Not anymore."

"You don't know what you're getting yourself into, wolf." the vampire threatened, catching a whiff of the man's scent, and snarling at the (not so disgusting) wet dog smell.

M/N's expression remained stoic, his werewolf instincts on high alert. "I know more than you think, bloodsucker. Bella's safety is my priority, and you won't change that. So leave now before the whole pack descends on you." At those words, the vampire quickly abandoned the Swan house, leaving Bella and M/N alone.

Quickly turning to his imprint, M/N frowned at the bruise that now adorned his girlfriend's wrist. Concern etched across his features, he reached out gently, his touch light as he examined the mark left by Edward's grasp.

"Hey, none of that." Bella softly spoke, coming closer to her boyfriend. She offered him a reassuring smile, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and affection.

M/N's heart softened at the sight of her, his protective instincts surging as he pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry you had to go through that." he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of remorse and determination. "If only I came sooner—"

Not liking the way M/N began to blame himself for what occurred, Bella reached up and gently cupped his face in her hands. "None of this is your fault. You came when I needed you most, and that's all that matters." With a tender smile, Bella leaned forward and pressed her lips against M/N's, the kiss soft and reassuring.

Even with Edward still out there, probably obsessed with getting her back, Bella couldn't help but relish in the moment. After all, she was with the one she loved. Her soulmate.

#male reader #the twilight saga #twilight #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper hale #jasper whitlock #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #rosalie twilight #emmett cullen #jacob black #forks washington #twilight saga #stephenie meyer #x male reader #bella swan x male reader

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Fue un Placer Conocerte (Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader)

This fanfic is inspired by this song. Don't worry, you don't have to know Spanish and I'll also include a rough translation (although it's not needed to understand the fanfic.

Summary: Dating an assassin, especially the Black Widow, was bound to have problems. You accepted that since the beginning, however, you can't help but feel that Natasha didn't love you. That, to her, this relationship was nothing more than a nuisance.

Fue un placer conocerte y tenerte unos meses Aunque esos meses fueron el principio y el fin De un amor tan bonito, aunque no me quisiste Pero yo sí te quise, y hoy me tengo que ir

It was a pleasure meeting you and having you for a couple of months although those months were the beginning and end. Although you didn't love me, I did, but now, I have to leave.

Looking back, it's kind of funny how you and Natasha ended up together. It's like one day you were just co-workers, and the next thing you know, boom, romance was in the air. Natasha, being her bold self, was the one to bring up the whole dating thing. It was a bit out of her comfort zone, but when presented with the possibility, who were you to deny the Black Widow? And no, it wasn't just due to her drop-dead looks (Tony) but you could discern that there was more to Natasha. That beneath her stoic demeanor, there was warmth. Heck, you (for the longest) were jealous of Clint for being one of those few who could read Natasha like an open book. The Black Widow was a heartless assassin, but Natasha? She was human like everyone else. A person with likes, needs, and interests.

So, again, who were you to deny the chance of dating Natasha?

At first, it was wonderful—sure, you didn't announce it to the Avengers because, well, mixing work and personal relationships is always tricky. PDA was kept at a minimum if it couldn't be avoided altogether. But then there were those subtle signs, like Natasha avoiding eye contact during briefings or choosing to team up with Hawkeye for surveillance instead of fighting alongside you. You tried to brush it off, but things took a different turn when you got injured. What you expected to be worry on Natasha's face looked more like irritation as you were rushed to the medical bay.

And even with Hawkeye (who knew of your relationship) urging her to follow, Natasha insisted on staying behind. Claiming there's work to be done and that you'd be just fine. Since then doubt began to trickle in. You loved Natasha, even if you have just dated a couple of months, but did she feel the same way?

Muy feliz fui contigo, me conformé con nada Y hoy te quedas sin mí A pesar de que nunca me dijiste te quiero  Y hoy que tengo irme me demuestras tu amor

I was very happy with you, I grew accustomed to nothing and now you are without me. Although you never told me I love you, now that I'm leaving you decide to show me your love.

With that nagging thought in the back of your mind, you began to analyze every interaction you had with Natasha. It felt like you were the one constantly putting in effort to keep things going—the first to initiate a kiss, a gentle touch, or even plan a dinner together. And with the other Avengers, Natasha seemed like a completely different person. Especially around Steve. Just in his presence alone, you could see how she came alive—full of smiles, laughter, and easy banter. While with you, it felt as if Natasha was just doing a chore. A duty she reluctantly fulfilled to keep you on the line.

The media's attention only added salt to the wound. You couldn't escape the headlines: "Black Widow and Captain America: New York's Newest Power Couple." It seemed like everywhere you turned, there were pictures of Natasha and Steve, laughing, smiling, and looking like they were on top of the world.

Seeing those images splashed across magazines and online articles was like a punch to the gut. It felt like the whole world was celebrating while you struggled to convince yourself that those were just rumors. But who were you trying to fool? The evidence was occurring right in front of you—seeing how effortlessly Natasha and Steve got along and left you in the dust. Your relationship seemed to be hanging by a thread, or were you even a couple to begin with?

Pero tengo que irme, porque ya no te quiero No sé por qué motivo, cosas del corazón

But I have to leave because I don't love you anymore. I don't know the reason, perhaps matters of the heart.

Finding Natasha was simple. Sitting in the living room with Steve, the sight only reinforced your decision. "Hey, we need to talk." Straight to the point, no emotion on your face as you turned on your heel and began walking toward her floor. At this point, you didn't care if you were rude; any love you had felt for Natasha died as you had come to terms with the truth.

The silence was defying, that's for sure, as you finally arrived at Natasha's floor and told Jarvis to not let anyone interrupt you. "Just get it over with." Natasha broke the silence, her form tense. You were taken aback but recovered quickly. After all, she was clever and knew what we need to talk meant.

"I'm breaking up with you." Your voice involuntarily went soft, looking upon Natasha's downcast expression. It was evident she cared, to some extent, that you were leaving, but her sadness didn't make you take back your words.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her tone almost regretful. "I apologize for making it seem like I never cared, but I don't want you to leave without knowing I do love you—"

"No. You don't get to say that," you interrupted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. "How many opportunities did you have to tell me that? And now...no…" The hurt and frustration welled up inside you, the weight of her words hitting you like a wave of disappointment.

"I appreciate your honesty, Natasha, but it's too late for that now." you continued, your voice tinged with sadness. "I need to go, and we both need time to heal." With a heavy heart, you turned away, leaving behind the echoes of her words and the remnants of a love that had faded away.

#marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #the avengers #hawkeye #clint barton #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #the black widow #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man #thor odinson #bruce banner #hulk #gender neutral reader

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Why? (Stu and Billy x Male Reader)

I couldn't help but write a small insert involving my favorite killer duo—Stu and Billy. I'm not happy with the ending, so I might come back and change it. I just wanted to post something quick.

Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive?

Sidney's breath caught in her throat as the chilling click of the gun echoed in the kitchen. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, the sound almost drowning out the sense of impending doom.

"What? Did you really believe you'd make it out alive?" M/n's words sliced through the silence like a jagged knife, their mocking tone a cruel contrast to his previous soothing nature. His eyes, once warm and familiar, now gleamed with a disturbing intensity. Sidney's hands trembled as she felt the cold metal of the gun pressed against her skull, its presence sending shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe it—her sweet brother was a murderer.

"Why?" Sidney couldn't help but ask, her voice trembling with the weight of betrayal and disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared into M/n's unsettling gaze. "Why are you doing this to me? Why did you kill our friends?" A groan escaped M/n's lips, the sound carrying an eerie mix of boredom and frustration.

"Again with the questions, Sid," M/n sneered. "They were your friends, not mine. Besides, do the majority of serial killers have a reason?"

He watched his sister's expression, almost amused by her attempts to understand the incomprehensible.

"But…" M/n trailed off, his voice taking on a sinister edge, "If you really want a reason for my killing spree, turn around." Sidney's heart raced as she hesitated, the command hanging in the air like a dark omen. Sensing her reluctance, M/n's patience wore thin. With a swift motion, he grabbed his sister and forcibly turned her around, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

As Stu and Billy entered the kitchen with a knife in hand, the atmosphere grew even more suffocating. M/n's eyes gleamed with a macabre anticipation, relishing in the unfolding chaos. While he would have preferred to finish the job with a gun, he indulged his boyfriend's penchant for theatricality. After all, who was M/n to deny them such pleasure in their twisted game of cat and mouse?

"Surprise! Did you really think it was just M/n on his own?" Stu's voice dripped with mockery as he stepped closer, the knife held menacingly in his hand.

Billy, his expression equally twisted, chimed in, "Yeah, Sid. We've been planning this for a while now." His tone was chillingly casual, as if discussing the weather. "But it doesn't end just there, oh no. We have another surprise for you."

Sidney's heart sank as Billy's words hung heavy in the air, each syllable dripping with malice. Her attempts to break free from M/n's hold grew more frantic, yet his grip remained strong. "You see, Sid," Billy continued, his voice laced with a sickening glee, "there's something else you should know. Something that will make this all the more delicious."

Stu stepped forward, his gaze locked with Billy and M/n's, a silent understanding passing between them. "We're not just partners in crime. We're lovers."

Sidney's heart shattered at the revelation, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of their betrayal. Billy, her former boyfriend, Stu, her friend, and M/n, her brother, had been conspiring against her all along, their twisted love for each other overshadowing any sense of loyalty or morality.

Stu's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. "Fucking, killing, you name it, Sid. We're a team in every sense of the word."

#x male reader #male reader #slasher fandom #slashers #slasher movies #slasher community #stu macher #billy loomis #sidney prescott #randy meeks #scream 1996 #scream movie #ghostface #ghostface x reader #tatum riley

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My Pretty Boy (Michael Myers x Male Reader)

Just something I wanted to try out cause even a murderer needs pampering from time to time :) This Michael Myers doesn't follow the movie, game, or remake (in terms of tragic backstory); he's my own take on the character. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: M/n was a killer who used his good looks as bait to draw his victims in. Yet, you know who wasn't so keen on the idea? His boyfriend, Michael Myers.

In the dimly lit alleyways of Haddonfield, a young man strode with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, his piercing [color] eyes scanning the shadows for his next prey. Unbeknownst to those who crossed his path, he was a predator disguised in the guise of a gentleman, a master manipulator who wielded his charisma like a weapon. No one had yet to discover his dark secret, for who would ever suspect an ideal member of society to be a killer?

Pretty privilege was a thing, and m/n knew how to use it to his full advantage. With chiseled features and an allure that could disarm even the most vigilant, he effortlessly manipulated those around him. And that manipulation didn't stop with unsuspecting people, it also included other killers such as the boogeyman himself, Michael Myers.

Their relationship was a rather interesting one—with both men being dominant, it was a challenge for m/n to ease the other into a more submissive role. But oh, when he did, m/n swears he was in heaven.

Michael was a kitten in wolf's clothing.

Despite the blood on his hands, responsible for the demise of countless souls, they possessed a surprising gentleness that could soothe even the deepest wounds. His muteness, a chilling characteristic to any sane person, transformed into a language of intimacy when wrapped in m/n's embrace.

Just the thought of his boyfriend brought a smile to m/n's face, however, his moment of bliss was rudely interrupted. Stopping mid-stride, m/n turned around to see a drunkard leaning against a brick wall.

"What's a handsome man like yourself doing wandering the streets at this hour?" he slurred, his words tinged with a mixture of bravado and flirtatiousness.

M/n arched an eyebrow, smile transforming into a smirk as he replied, "Just enjoying the night. But I'm not as lonely as you might think." The glint in his [color] eyes hinted at something the drunk man couldn't quite grasp.

"Well, lucky for you, I'm here to keep you company."

As the gap between them narrowed, the stranger's arm snaked around m/n's neck, the gesture a brazen display of invasive familiarity that sent a shiver of disgust down his spine. About to push the man off, m/n sighed in relief when Micheal stepped out of the shadows and did the job for him.

Watching with satisfaction as his lover immediately plunged a knife into the man's chest, not stopping until he was nothing but a puddle of mush on the street, m/n felt himself grow aroused. It always pleased him to see Michael in his element; the blood splattering on his lover's mask and suit, painting it a pretty red, never failed to send a shiver down his spine. And knowing this was all for him; that Michael's actions were fueled by jealousy and possessiveness only increased m/n's desire.

When Michael stepped away from the corpse, breathing labored, m/n wasted no time and rushed at the killer. Pushing his lover onto the brick wall, m/n looked down at Michael with dark eyes.

"Impressive as always," he purred, the raw edge of desire evident in his voice. His fingers traced the contours of Michael's mask, feeling the remnants of the stranger's blood. "Did you enjoy the show, pretty boy?"

As the words hung in the air, a subtle flicker of disapproval crossed Michael's mask—his jaw tightened imperceptibly, and a glint of jealousy flashed in his eyes. M/n, ever perceptive, caught the subtle shift in Michael's demeanor. With a teasing smirk, he leaned in, bringing their bodies closer together. "Oh, don't pout, my love. You know you're the only one I want."

Michael remained silent, his gaze locked onto m/n's, the mask concealing the complexity of emotions that roiled beneath the surface. Another thing people seemed to overlook in Michael was his insecurities: yes, he was a stone-cold killer, but he was also a person who harbored deep-rooted issues. With his sister, father, and the town as a whole disregarding him during childhood (where he took matters into his own hands by killing them), Michael didn't want m/n to abandon him either. Beneath the stoic facade that Michael presented to the world, there lay a well of loneliness and longing.

Touching the bottom of his lover's mask, m/n lifted the rubber to expose Michael's lips before kissing them. The kiss was dominating, with m/n pressing Michael further onto the wall, but within the passion, there was a mutual understanding. That each belonged to one another, and nothing could break that apart.

#michael myers #slashers #slash fanfiction #halloween #the boogeyman #x male reader #male reader #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader #halloween 1978 #slasher movies #slasher fandom

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You're Edward?! Pt. 2 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

Here's the first part of this pic, but if you haven't read it, basically male reader goes to Forks to confront Edward for making Bella uncomfortable, yet didn't know Edward was a total hottie. And very much single.

Edward Cullen was a hottie and m/n was intimidated. It always happened whenever he encountered pretty boys, but this was on a whole other level. "Bella, my love, why didn't you disclose that your bully was handsome?!" M/n exclaimed in disbelief after Edward stopped and began talking with equally gorgeous students, presumably his brothers and sisters.

"Did it matter?"

"Yes," M/n quickly replied, his eyes darting between Edward and Bella. "I needed to mentally prepare myself to handle such hotness... Do you think he's all-natural?"

"M/n!" Bella exclaimed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"What? I'm just being honest. Anyone with sight can agree he looks delectable." M/n defended himself, ignoring the playful slap on his shoulder from Bella. "So, before I confront him, can you pretty please tell me all about him? For research purposes." He added, flashing a grin when Bella raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Fine. You already know Edward Cullen: standoffish, rude, and an ass to everyone, especially me. The people he's talking to are his adopted siblings. Rosalie—" Bella pointed at the blonde girl who looked like she could kill anyone and not give a fuck. "is dating Emmett, the big, muscular guy."

She paused, noticing M/n's slightly creeped-out expression, and nodded in agreement. "I know, weird, but apparently it's legal."

"Let me guess, the other two are also dating, right?" He mused, looking at the female short stack and blonde guy who looked a mix of pain and constipation.

Bella nodded, confirming M/n's assumption. "Yeah, that's Alice and Jasper. Out of all the siblings, she's the most social and friendly."

Taking in the information, M/n looked out the window once more and noticed that Edward was looking directly at them. However, no smile nor wave was thrown their way. Instead, his features were set in a frown, eyes narrowed in frustration and anger.

"I take back everything I said. Edward's an ass," M/n remarked, his tone laced with irritation. The retort confused Bella, who hadn't noticed Edward's staring. "Just look out the window. He's glaring at us, and I haven't done anything…yet."

It took a few seconds for the realization to sink in, but when it did, it was already too late. "Don't—" Bella hurried out, yet her friend was already out of the truck and walking toward the Cullens. "M/n, hold up," she exclaimed, also getting out of the truck and attempting to match his long strides.

"M/n, please," Bella begged. "Let's not make a scene." Yet all she received was an eye roll.

"I'm simply going over there to have a nice chat. No fighting; I pinky promise." M/n reassured, his tone determined as he continued his stride toward the Cullens. Thankfully, most of the students had already left school; perfect, one less thing to worry about.

"Hey." M/n called out, capturing the attention of all Cullens and causing Bella to fold into herself. "We need to talk." Not even bothering to ask, m/n grabbed Edward and pulled him toward the woods.

"M/n!" Bella yelled, about to step in between her friend and Edward, when Alice let out a laugh. Looking weirdly at the girl, Bella didn't know what she found funny: wasn't she worried about her brother?

"No, not really." She replied, alarming Bella. "You spoke out loud." Alice explained, causing the rest of the Cullens to hide their chuckles. Oh, humans and their stupidity. "Besides, Edward can handle himself."

That and Alice had seen that m/n and Edward's meeting would turn into a makeout session; there were just things that she couldn't handle, but Alice was glad Edward had found his mate. Even Rosalie, who had made her distaste known, came around to the idea after listening to the large impact m/n would have on their family. M/n Cullen sounded perfect, after all.

#x male reader #male reader #the twilight saga #twilight #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #forks washington #twilight saga #the cullens #jacob black

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You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Edward Cullen x Male Reader)

I don't know why, but this turned out to be more of flirty! male reader than anything else. Yet, I still hope you guys enjoy it.

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

M/n was crazy. Who in their right mind would travel all the way from [hometown] to Forks, Washington just because their best friend was feeling uncomfortable around a teenage boy? Exactly, no one. But this was Bella we're talking about. No, m/n wasn't madly in love with her, but he was protective of his friends. Given the situation he was currently facing with his parents, m/n was grateful the Swans had opened their doors and taken him in, no questions asked. So sue him if he went off the rails when Bella confided that this so-called Edward was making her uncomfortable to the point where she switched classes.

Clutching the steering wheel, m/n drove down the slippery road, sighing in relief when the "Welcome to Forks" sign became visible through the sprinkling rain. His stuff was in the trunk, and m/n knew it would be much easier if he stopped first at the Swan residence. However, if he wanted to confront this Edward guy, he had to floor it. There was only an hour left, and if he was lucky, m/n would arrive at the high school and surprise both Bella and Edward as school ended.

He wanted to talk things through with the guy; clear any confusion he and Bella had, but m/n was prepared if things turned physical. He couldn't tell you how many times boys, thinking they were hot shots, faced m/n, only to regret it when they were the ones being taken to the hospital. M/n didn't want to toot his own horn, but who would mess with a guy who had a reputation for being a shit-stirrer and fighter? No one smart, that's for sure.

Mumbling along to [favorite song], m/n finally reached the town's high school and grinned in delight, seeing that he had five minutes to spare. Parking quite a few feet from the school's entrance, m/n turned off his car, opting to listen to the steady and calming sound of rain hitting the roof of his car. Five minutes was nothing to the days he had planned this little visit. M/n chuckled, remembering how Bella warned him to stay put, that she had this under control, but where's the fun in that?

Looking at the car's dashboard, m/n noticed that one minute remained before a loud bell echoed throughout the building. As if by magic, a wave of students immediately flooded the parking lot, yet none were the ones m/n was looking for. Students stared at his car in confusion, yet m/n made no move to get out.

"What's taking her so long?" he murmured to himself, growing impatient. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, m/n stilled when noticing an old, brown jacket among the crowd. His jacket, to be exact. Getting out of his car, m/n speedily walked toward Bella, who was surrounded by what appeared to be her friends, and threw his arm around her.

"Ahh!" She screamed, clutching her backpack tightly as if to swing it, before relaxing upon hearing m/n's loud laughter.

"Everytime." He chuckled, laughing harder when Bella turned to him with an exasperated expression and punched his shoulder. "Well, that's no way to say hello." m/n faked hurt, jutting out his lip and pulling the puppy eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" Bella finally smiled, giving him a hug which m/n returned wholeheartedly. Pulling away, m/n finally paid attention to the people Bella was talking to: two girls and three boys, to be exact. Smiling, m/n was about to introduce himself, when one of the boys (the blonde one) rudely asked—"Are you her boyfriend?"

Raising his eyebrow, m/n looked at Bella in amusement—if his hunch was correct this was Mike. The boy who couldn't accept Bella's rejection. She so owed him after this.

"Yes." M/n replied, watching how one of the girl's expressions fell, "I'm Bella's boyfriend. You're Mike, right? My girlfriend told me so much about you." Not hiding the fake sweetness in his voice, m/n nodded at the other boys, "You must be Eric and Tyler." His tone wasn't questioning, m/n knew who they were, so it was hilarious watching as the boys mumbled hello's and tried to make up excuses so they could leave.

"Hey, I have to start my shift at my parent's store."

"Can you give me a ride, Mike?"

"Me too."

Not bothering to wave goodbye, m/n looked at the girls: Jessica was failing to mask her jealousy, teeth clenched together, while Angela (bless her soul) sweetly smiled and congratulated them. "Thank you." M/n replied, "But I really have to talk to my girlfriend. Bye now." Grabbing Bella's hand, m/n walked to the vintage, faded orange/red truck.

"I can't believe you just did that." Bella whispered to m/n when they were safely inside the truck. The rain hadn't stopped, so the pair were drenched, yet when Bella offered to take them home, m/n denied. He was still waiting for the infamous Edward to arrive. Even while doing that whole spectacle, m/n looked for the boy. Copper hair, pale skin, and gold eyes couldn't be easily overlooked.

"That doesn't sound like a thank you, m/n, now boys will finally stop asking me out and I can instead focus on getting together with Jake." Watching in amusement as Bella turned a pretty pink, m/n looked out the truck's window and suddenly gasped. "You got to be joking..."

Now, when Bella told him about Edward, m/n conjured a picture in his mind of the boy. Yet, nothing prepared him to gaze upon the Adonis of a man strutting his stuff while crossing the parking lot.

"That's Edward!?" M/n exclaimed, not daring to take his eyes off the boy. "Bella, why didn't you tell me he's a hottie?"

#the twilight saga #twilight #x male reader #male reader #alice cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #the cullens #jacob black #twilight saga #fanfic #rosalie hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #emmett cullen #charlie swan #forks washington

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Talk it Out (Steve Rogers x Gender Neutral Reader)

This is inspired by the Tony vs. Steve debates arising when Civil War premiered. I believe both were at fault—but what if there was a voice of reason who diffused the situation?

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

Being a Stark had its fair share of perks: a hefty bank account, influential power, looks that turn heads. But what the public was unaware of was the messy family drama, courtesy of Howard Stark. Despite the world applauding him as a genius inventor, at home, he was anything but wonderful. Work seemed to be his one true love, leaving little room for the whole parenting gig. Affection and care for his kids, especially name, were as rare as a unicorn. And when the Stark siblings were paid attention, it was mostly due to the public image Howard wanted to construct as a loving father.

So, when Tony decided to start flying around New York as Iron Man, name wanted nothing to do with it. Don't get them wrong, they loved their brother, but staying out of the limelight gave name the peace they longed for since childhood. No image they had to uphold nor expectations they needed to live up to, name was content spending their remaining days working on the numerous charities and foundations Stark Industries supported. Name wasn't interested in the media at all, but they guessed being related to Tony Stark and dating fellow Avenger, Captain America aka Steve Rogers would throw that plan out the window.

Their relationship with the Captain had been a surprise to all; meant to be kept a secret from the public, with only the Avengers and Tony (obviously) knowing. However, when a picture leaked of them holding hands, the world went crazy. With everyone, even news channels, speculating the nature of their relationship, it was name who ultimately decided to clear up rumors. Yes, they were dating Captain America, and what about it? The world had bigger problems than worrying about stranger's love affairs. So, even if the public knew about their romance, name withheld that they were also engaged.

But as name said, the world had bigger problems. And indeed they had. After a failed attempt by Loki to take over the world, alongside Ultron's failed destruction of said world, their plate was full. It didn't need unnecessary drama thrown into it: like Steve and Tony bickering due to the recently written Sokovia Accords.

"You're being irrational!"

"Sue me Rogers for wanting to protect the world."

Rolling their eyes, name didn't understand how a friendship like Steve and Tony's was being destroyed over something as stupid as the Accords. If they were being honest, both men were acting like children.

"Can't you guys just talk it out?" Name spoke, sitting up from their seat to glare at their brother and fiance. "I know Tony's a drama queen—"

"Hey!"

"But I expect better from you, Steve. Now, I'm going out with Pepper for lunch. When I return, you better have resolved this or else." Kissing both men's cheeks, name left the room. Looking at each other, Tony and Steve thought the same thing.

'Name is scary when they want to be.'

#marvel #steve rogers #gender neutral reader #tony stark #captain america #iron man #civil war #the avengers #avengers civil war #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #scarlet witch #black widow #bucky barnes #winter soldier #james rhodes #iron patriot #pepper potts #hawkeye #clint barton #can be seen as a female reader but why can't men also be affectionate? #hulk #thor odinson

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Oh No, He's Hot! (Jason Voorhees x M. Reader)

Summary: What m/n believed would be a rather simple job has him encountering a masked murderer named Jason. But, oh no, why does m/n feel weirdly attracted to the dominant man?

M/n didn't know what he expected when his friends urged him to apply to become a camp counselor for the newly, about to be opened, Camp Crystal Lake. Poison ivy, yes, fallen tree trunks, sure, but a 6 ft 5 masked man chasing him around with a machete, no. Having left his friends (because who would stick together when death was knocking on the door?), m/n ran through the dark campsite before noticing a decrepit-looking cabin ahead. Looking behind for any sight of the man, m/n opened the door before locking it behind him.

The room was dark, with a tiny twin bed in the corner, and no source of light nearby. Controlling his breathing so as to not attract the murderer, m/n just hoped Jason (if that was even his name) found entertainment in killing another camp counselor and forgot all about him.

M/n should've listened to the townspeople who warned him that the camp was a lost cause, that camp blood was inhabited by a monster, but m/n (like the dummy he is) waved them off. Well, now guess who was regretting doing that? Yeah, this guy.

"Huh." m/n mumbled, noticing that the cabin was rather stocked with supplies. Inching closer, m/m crouched to inspect the ground, noticing tiny bones formed into a pile. "Well, shit." Those were animal bones—meaning that this cabin was, more than likely, Jason's hideout.

Quietly scrambling back to the front door, m/n was about to return to the forest when heavy footsteps began inching towards the door. Knowing the weight didn't belong to any of his friends, m/n looked around for a hiding spot before the door was ripped open, revealing Jason. Letting out a scream, m/n instinctively ducked to the side, narrowly missing the swing of the machete. Knowing the murderer blocked his only exit, m/n knew he had to somehow disarm or disorientate Jason.

Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he scanned the room for anything that could serve as a makeshift weapon. Bingo. Noticing a heavy wooden chair nearby, m/n grabbed it and immediately swung it towards Jason's head. Celebrating as the man stumbled back, m/n made a dash for the open door and began running. However, it didn't take long before he felt a powerful force slamming into his back, sending him sprawling forward. "Oww..." m/n whispered, when his face connected with the ground, and a line of blood obscured his vision. Just great, he somehow managed to cut himself.

Forcibly turned unto his back, m/n watched as Jason bent down and gripped his neck. M/n's world seemed to spin. The pressure on his neck tightened, and he felt the air being slowly squeezed out of his lungs. Panic surged through him, but to his surprise, a strange sensation overcame the fear. Instead of pleading for mercy, an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

Curiosity and confusion could be seen in Jason's eyes while observing the male's response. The moans of pleasure, rather than cries of pain or pleas for mercy, were entirely new territory for the infamous killer. To ensure it wasn't a fluke, Jason tightened his grip once more, only to be met with another round of apparent pleasure from m/n.

"Didn't expect this, huh?" m/n wheezed, his words carrying a hint of both amusement and disbelief. The encounter had taken an unexpected turn, leaving both survivor and killer in uncharted territory. Jason's hold disappeared, and m/n, though slightly shaken, quickly stood on his feet. He looked at Jason. Really looked.

Besides the whole murder aspect, Jason was handsome. And yes, m/n knew he would be considered crazy for admitting such a fact, but the man did have some appeal—his bulky, muscular form for one. Still staring at one another, m/n let out a chuckle.

"So are you going to kill me or...."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jason, emerging from his trance-like state, turned the machete so the handle could be seen. In a swift and unexpected motion, the handle of the machete swung over m/n's head, connecting with a solid impact. The woods briefly echoed with the sound, and m/n crumpled to the ground, consciousness slipping away.

This was a perfect opportunity for Jason to kill the man, but something held him back. Securing his machete to his belt, Jason, instead, lifted m/n from the ground and stalked back to his cabin.

Gently laying the male on the bed, Jason retrieved a cool of rope before skillfully bounding m/n's hands and feet to the bedposts. Ensuring there were no other exits besides the front door, Jason, with a stoic determination, left the cabin. The night was still young, and as Jason ventured into the darkness, his elusive silhouette vanished into the shadows.

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #x male reader #male reader #pamela voorhees

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Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically:

'I loved you even when it hurt.'

This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off. Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n. Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

#interview with the vampire #x male reader #male reader #claudia iwtv #iwtv #vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #the vampire armand #vampire chronicles #anne rice

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What Fandoms I Write For/Interests

Hey, if this is your first post of mine, I shake you warmly by the hand :) This space is where I will post fanfics and imagines I come up with since I'm too lazy to do so over at Wattpad. So without further ado... I introduce to you, friends, the fandoms I'm currently writing/am eager to write for (TAKING REQUESTS):

Anything Slasher/Horror

Celebrities (DEPENDS ON WHO THOUGH)

Twilight

Marvel/Avengers

Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments

Divergent

The Hunger Games

The Vampire Diaries

Interview with The Vampire

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

The Outsiders

Fast and the Furious

Night at the Museum

Victorious

The Adams Family

Titanic (MOVIE)

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (ANY MOVIE, ADULTS ONLY IF REQUESTING)

#x male reader #fandoms #fanfiction #fanfic #charlie and the chocolate factory #victorious #titanic #the adams family #night at the museum #fast and the furious #the outsiders #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #interview with the vampire #twilight #the twilight saga #the vampire diaries #the vampire chronicles #tvd #the hunger games #divergent series #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #celebrities #marvel #the avengers #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher movies #horror

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I've Moved On (Bella Swan x Male Reader)

This is how I envision New Moon to end cause I know for a fact I wouldn't have easily forgiven Edward for his stunt. Bella went easy on his ass, I swear.

Summary: After the whole Volterra incident, Edward believes everything can go back to normal, but what if Bella had moved on like he insisted? What if now it's her who breaks things off?

This conversation was long overdue, Bella thought, watching as Edward once again tried to hold her hand over the car's shift stick but retreated when she pulled her hand further onto her lap. His gold eyes stared worriedly at her, yet Bella only looked out the Volvo's window, not wanting to say anything until they arrived at the safety of her home.

Charlie was, thankfully, still at work, so the house was void of any additional ears. Edward had insisted they go to the Cullen's house, but in all honesty, Bella didn't want to reunite with the people who had so easily left her. With Edward's absence, Bella understood that the Cullens only accepted her due to her relationship with Edward, not because they genuinely liked her. If they did, why didn't any of them try to reach out, even Alice, who called herself her best friend, had ignored the multitude of emails she'd sent.

"Edward, we need to talk." Bella finally voiced after what felt like an eternity spent in silence. They would reach her house shortly, so now would be a good time to begin this conversation.

"Of course," Edward replied, a reassuring smile on his face, yet it didn't alleviate any of Bella's anxiousness. Even if she was breaking up with Edward, she wanted to spare his feelings. From what she'd gathered, this was, like her, his first relationship. "Would it make you more comfortable if we did this inside?" he sought, after the Volvo parked in the driveway. Nodding, Bella was about to open her own door, when Edward beat her to it.

"Thanks."

Opening the front door, the hinges creaked open, revealing the familiar yet transformed interior. In those few seconds, Edward couldn't help but notice the subtle changes. Where there once were only photos of a young Bella, now included photos of the Swan family standing beside a young male.

"Who's he?" Edward sought, gently taking hold of a picture frame when Bella came into view. At first glance, he could have been mistaken for a family friend, but something in the image suggested more. Edward's keen eyes caught the hand around Bella's waist and the broad smile she wore, a smile that was oh-so-familiar to him.

"That's m/n." Bella whispered, "my boyfriend."

Edward, taken aback by the revelation, involuntarily dropped the frame. It hit the floor with a crash, the sound of breaking glass punctuating the weighty silence. His eyes met Bella's, a mixture of surprise, confusion, and a hint of hurt evident in his expression. "Why didn't you tell me?" Edward asked, his voice tinged with a sense of betrayal.

"I didn't know how to." Bella admitted, "And with everything that happened in Volterra, I couldn't."

"Okay." Edward whispered, bending down to pick up the photograph. "So when are you breaking up with him? I know it won't be easy—"

"Who says I'm breaking up with m/n?" Bella voiced, her tone firm. "Edward, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't want anything to do with you anymore."

Edward's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and disbelief. "Bella, you can't mean that. After everything that happened between us, you're telling me we're through? I know I left, and you don't know how much I regret that day, but we can work it out. I still love you." Desperate, Edward came closer to Bella and held her hand. "Please give me another chance."

"No." Bella whispered, retracting her arm, her expression unyielding. "Edward, you left. Don't you see the hypocrisy in that? I moved on like you told me to, but now that I'm moving on with life, ask me to give us another chance? No. I won't leave m/n for you."

"But—" Edward tried again, but Bella shook her head.

"Please...just leave and forget I ever existed."

#the twilight saga #twilight #new moon #bella swan #edward cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #alice cullen #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #emmett cullen #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader

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Ultimatum (Rosalie Hale x Male Vamp. Reader)

This has been brewing in my draft section for far too long. I believe it's time this work saw the light of day.

Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn't care if he is breaking his wife's heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their whole marriage. He'll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder.

M/n sighed once again as his sister's coughing interrupted what would've otherwise been a tranquil day. He was upstairs in his bedroom, staring out into the forest, attempting to forget Bella's deteriorating state. When she and Edward returned from their honeymoon, m/n immediately knew something was wrong; he could sense the tension between the newlyweds even before they stepped foot into the house, not to mention his wife, Rosalie, immediately rushing to Bella's side.

While Rosalie hadn't made her distaste towards his sister unknown, watching as she catered to Bella's every need was bizarre. Yet everything made sense when she announced her pregnancy.

Everyone, except Bella and Rosalie, wanted to terminate the pregnancy. It had already broken several ribs, and no ultrasound could predict the pace at which the thing was growing. Hell, Bella already looked dead: dark circles under her eyes, bones poking through almost translucent skin, and no appetite. M/n couldn't bear to watch as his once lively sister became nothing but a corpse.

A part of him hated Edward for putting this death sentence upon Bella. Didn't the telepath think once of using protection, even if the chances of pregnancy were slim to none? And then there was sweet Rosalie. 

M/n wasn't dumb. He knew Rosalie only stuck by his sister's side to ensure the baby would be hers. Bella's chances of surviving childbirth were non-existent, and with how everyone would treat the thing, Rosalie was prepared to become its mother. M/n shivered in disgust at the idea of living alongside his sister's murderer. Worst of all, acting as another paternal figure to the thing that ripped their own family apart.

"Shut it, dog!" Rosalie's scream caused m/n to run to the living room. The family was divided, as usual, with Bella acting as the middle ground.

"Rosalie, stop." Esme exclaimed with a stern expression. "All this fighting isn't good for Bella."

"The fetus isn't good for Bella," Alice spoke, glaring daggers at Rosalie before looking at Bella. His sister looked down at her lap, yet m/n didn't take a step to comfort her. This argument was long overdue. Bella had to remember the impact of her decision to keep the thing. 

"Say the word, Alice. Baby. It's just a little baby—"

"That's killing my little sister." M/n spoke from his position on the stairs, his gaze filled with venom as he looked at Bella. She looked worse than when he last saw her yesterday.

"You can't be serious, m/n." Rosalie whispered in disbelief. "It's an innocent baby."

"You don't know that."

"M/n." Bella whispered, but her brother shook his head.

"No. I'm done watching you and Rosalie act like this will turn out okay. It won't. Either you miraculously survive or die. Those are our only two endings, with the latter being greater as of late."

Silence befell the room as m/n looked to Rosalie for a sign of awareness. Yet his wife only looked at him with disappointment and anger. "It's my decision." Bella finally uttered, looking at all the Cullens in the room and Jacob. "And nobody can force me into giving up my child." Rosalie went to stand behind Bella, laying a hand on her shoulder in silent support as the rest of the family looked on in resignation.

"So what was the whole point of you marrying Edward?" M/n sought, not giving up easily. He desperately wanted Bella to see reason. "Sacrificing myself to save you when Victoria created the newborn army? Why go through hell and back only to throw it all away for this? Please, Bella," he whispered almost like a prayer. "There's still time." Walking over to his sister, ignoring Rosalie's burning stare, m/n dropped to his knees and hugged Bella tenderly.

Feeling thin fingers run through his hair, m/n only grew disheartened when Bella whispered, "I can't do it, M/n. I just can't. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if my baby's life was cut short."

Lifting his head, m/n looked into his sister's determined eyes before nodding and rising to his feet. The room remained silent, the weight of the decision hanging heavily in the air. And while the Cullens believed m/n had changed perspectives, that he would support Bella's decision, the words coming out of the youngest coven member stunned them.

"Then I guess this is a goodbye."

"What do you mean, m/n?" Alice asked, her eyes reflecting confusion and concern. However, it was Rosalie who answered her.

"You're going to leave Bella's side over this? Leave me, your wife? You can't be serious, m/n..." Rosalie trailed off, her hurt expression deepening as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of his decision.

M/n met Rosalie's gaze, the tension in the room thickening. "Rose, you know I love you, but seeing you aid Bella's death hurts me. You've made your choice. This is mine." 

Rosalie's gaze hardened, a defensive spark igniting in her eyes. "You can't blame me for this, m/n. I didn't ask for any of this to happen. I'm supporting Bella when everyone's against her. The baby is innocent in all of this, and I won't apologize for wanting to protect it."

"Protect it?" M/n scoffed, his disbelief evident in his tone. "This isn't about protecting anyone; it's more about your own selfish desires than anything else. If Bella dies, consider me dead too. I can't live, much less love, the person who played a part in her demise." 

#twilight #the twilight saga #edward cullen #bella swan #bella cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #the cullens #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #rosalie cullen #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #male reader #x male reader #breaking dawn pt. 1 #renesmee cullen

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You Call That Love? (Damon Salvatore x Male Reader)

Because I don't see many Damon Salvatore x male reader posts, I decided to write one myself. You can't convince me that Damon hasn't had male lovers before.

Summary: Elena tries to get with Damon but soon realizes he has moved on—with m/n of all people.

Their lips moved in a frenzied dance, hands tearing at each other's clothes in a passionate embrace when the gasp of a familiar, bothersome human interrupted their intense makeout session. Looking up at Elena with an annoyed expression, m/n rolled his eyes before sitting upright, allowing Damon to hastily put his shirt back on. It wasn't for Elena's sake, because, frankly, he couldn't care less about her feelings, but M/n was a fiercely jealous man. He wouldn't give Elena even a glimpse of what was solely his. 

"Why?" she whispered pathetically, her brown eyes tearing up while looking at Damon as if he had just killed her parents. "I thought we had something—"

Unable to contain his laughter, m/n released a hearty chuckle. "Why, Miss Elena?" he mocked "I distinctly remember you bragging about your relationship with Stefan not even a week ago. What happened? Trouble in paradise?" Feeling Damon's arms wrap around his middle, m/n cuddled against Damon's front, allowing the vampire to take what he needed.

M/n wasn't naive to the fact that Damon still harbored some feelings for Elena, although the nature of said feelings had changed. So, just for him, m/n would step back and allow things to run their course.

"You don't know anything," Elena hissed, her eyes narrowing at m/n with utter hatred. Ever since he stepped foot into Mystic Falls, her life changed for the worse: Bonnie and Caroline finally stood their ground and told Elena they didn't want to be involved in her problems. Recently, Stefan and she broke up; Stefan, noticing the eerie similarities between Katherine and Elena as of late, decided to break the cycle and began dating Caroline. But, worst of all, when Elena finally (or rather knew she had no other option) admitted she loved Damon, the vampire disregarded her confession, telling her he'd moved on—with m/n of all people.

"Elena," Damon's stern tone caused the girl to break eye contact and look expectantly at the vampire. A part of her still hoped Damon would realize the mistake he was making, but as the vampire continued talking, hope vanished. "I don't love you. M/n made me realize that what we had was toxic and borderline obsessive. Being with Stefan, then me, Matt—that isn't love."

"Don't try to tell me how I feel," Elena exclaimed. "I'm sorry it took me such a long time to realize my feelings, but you can't tell me what I feel for you isn't valid." Feeling bold, Elena stepped forward, about to touch Damon and reel him back into her web of manipulation, when m/n had enough and pinned the human to the wall, his hand on her throat. Uncaring if she could breathe, m/n felt this was sufficient punishment for Elena, thinking she could touch what was his. 

Elena gasped for breath as m/n's grip tightened, her eyes widening with fear. M/n's voice sliced through the air like a blade, each word carrying the weight of resentment.

"You thought you could have it all, didn't you?" he sneered, his cold e/c eyes piercing into hers. "Stefan, Damon, and whoever else caught your fleeting attention. You don't care about anyone other than yourself. Where was this love when Damon was begging you to choose him? Your exact words were nobody could love a monster like you. And now you want to rewrite history? He's with me now, and I suggest you come to terms with that."

With a final, disdainful glance, m/n released his grip on Elena's throat. "You're twisting everything!" she exclaimed after regaining composure, her voice strained. "You don't know the whole story. What Damon and I have is real."

As Elena struggled to defend herself, Damon's expression shifted with each word she uttered. At first, her claim to have loved him drew a flicker of skepticism in his eyes. However, as she delved into the reasons for denying his love, a mix of hurt and anger played across his features. "I loved him, but he was too caught up in his own darkness to see it."

Damon's jaw tightened, and his eyes flashed with a wounded expression. It was as if her words had scraped at an old wound, reawakening the pain of rejection. "People change, m/n. Damon could have changed for me." The pair of vampires now stared in disbelief. How had Elena managed to turn herself into a victim in this situation?

"Change? Is that what you call it?" Damon's retort cut through the air like a cold gust of wind, his voice edged with bitterness. His eyes, once clouded with hurt, now blazed with a fiery resolve. "You left, Elena. You chose someone else. You choose Stefan." M/n, standing beside Damon, could sense the raw emotion emanating from the vampire, a poignant mixture of anger and hurt.

"M/n accepted me for who I am," Damon continued, his voice steady and absolute. "He didn't demand that I change, mold myself into someone more palatable to fit your version of love. You can't rewrite history just because you don't like the ending."  

Frustration etched across Elena's face. "Fine, have it your way," she spat, casting one last resentful glance at Damon and m/n before storming out of the house, the door slamming shut behind her. Even as the sound of Elena's car drew farther away from the boarding house, Damon's eyes lingered on the closed door. 

M/n turned to Damon, his gaze softening as he assessed his lover beside him. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with genuine concern.

Damon's eyes, focused on the closed door, shifted to m/n. The heaviness that lingered in his eyes was replaced by an unspoken acceptance that this chapter of his life had closed. "Yeah," he replied, "Thanks for handling that."

M/n nodded, his expression conveying understanding. "You know I've got your back, always." Damon's eyes softened, a subtle warmth replacing the tension that had gripped him moments before. He didn't need grand gestures or elaborate confessions; the simplicity of m/n's words told him everything he needed to know.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#male reader #x male reader #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #tvd #elena gilbert #fanfic #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #matt donovan #the salvatore brothers #katherine pierce #vampires #damon salvatore x male reader #male reader insert