All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 56

(TW: depictions of torture, gore, blood, mention of trauma. Not suitable for those sensitive to disturbing imagery.)

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"Darling, darling- Have I ever told you what a treat you are?" Alastor slurred slightly, holding you by your waist as he pushed open the manor doors with grandiose force.

"Not *hiccup* in the past couple hours, no." You giggled, equally buzzed as him.

It was a bit later in the evening now, you and Alastor had spent most of your time dancing the night away and enjoying the rounds of drinks your friends kept giving you. Granted neither of you were anywhere near trashed, but, definitely at the comfortable mercy of your poisons. Both of you feeling more playful than anything. It was sort of precious.

Alastor then scooped you up into his arms and carried you bridal style as he walked in the threshold of the house. Kicking the door shut behind him as you turned into a giggling and blushing mess in his arms.

"Hey Al?" You hummed.

"Yes, darling?"

Instead of answering him verbal answer, you leaned in and kissed him on his cheek.

His eyes went wide as he gasped happily, and responded by planting several kisses on your cheek, nose, chin; to which you could only respond with by laughing fondly.

"Mine." He hummed in between smooches. "All mine."

"All yours." You giggled.

"Say it again, darling." He grinned, his nose brushing against yours.

"Alllll yours, Alastor~" you purred.

He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours, holding your body close to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck a smidge tighter. He let out a lovesick hum against your lips as they moved in sync. Feeling like he could just melt right where he stood. You said yes. You said yes. You were going to be Mrs. Y/n Hyde; his bride, his wife, partner in crime and his love for all eternity. And not a thing nor a soul could dampen his spirits right now.

He carefully set you back down onto your feet and smiled down at you. Suddenly his face lighting up with excitement, almost like that of a kid on Christmas morning as he remembered something from earlier. "Y/n, start a fire in the parlor fireplace and then fetch us a bottle while you're in there. Once you've picked one, meet me downstairs. You and I are going to have some fun with you know who."

"You've got it hun." You grinned, looking at him over your shoulder as you began to saunter away. "Any preference?"

"Just not crown apple or screwball. I know you like them, but you know how I am about sweets."

"Yeah yeah." You rolled your eyes fondly and giggled at him, turning around fully and skipping merrily down the righthand hallway to the parlor. He sighed fondly as he watched you walk away for a brief moment until you were but a mere silhouette in the dark corners of the house. Then meandered over to the opposite hall, removing his overcoat and folding it before making it teleport up to his room. He rolled up his sleeves to just above his elbows, humming to himself as he did so. Tying his hair back; the fringe in the front still framing his face.