Til Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 10: Nightmares

~~~~~Alastor~~~~~
Y/N and I end our night dancing in celebration, embracing each other in song. The soft tunes encase us in our own little world, where no one could hurt us, not even the painful memories of our past. We grip onto each other tight, afraid to let go, as if it were all a dream. After the last song plays, I glance at the beautifully crafted watch Y/N gave me. It has become my most prized possession in the matter of minutes. The cool silver presses against my hand.
12:53. I frown, suddenly feeling tired, and my eyes glance up at her, and I see she is also looking worn out, eyes drooping.
"I do believe it's time to go to bed, dear." She glances down at the watch, and I turn it towards her so she can get a better look. Her eyes shoot open, and she rubs them before looking harder at the time.
"I agree. I'm not used to staying up this late." She admits, rubbing her eyes again, stifling a yawn. I swoop her up with the last of the energy I have, and carry her up the longer than usual stairs. She struggles to keep her eyes open, but they stay glued onto the ring adoring her finger. It was a nightmare finding such a unique cut of stone, but as soon as I laid my eyes on it, I knew it fit her perfectly. Salt and pepper diamonds have impurities of black carbon, but it doesn't make them any less beautiful. Rosie truly knows the best people for that sort of thing, and I'm grateful for my friend. I set her carefully on the bed, before kissing her temple.
"I'm going to wash up and get in my night clothes, little doe. I'll be back soon." She smiles sleepily up at me, twisting the ring off and placing it on the dresser beside her.
"Alright, I will try to stay awake, but no promises." She lazily sits up, her hair frizzing up slightly. I take a mental picture, cherishing it forever. I place another kiss to her lips.
"No, no. It's fine. Sleep, my darling dearest, you've gad a long day." She nods, laying down, her eyelids closing, shielding my gaze from her (e/c) orbs. I smile at her, watching her a moment, before standing and carefully walking to my drawers. The all long sleeved white night ware stares at me.
I'll show her my scars one day. If I had known about hers, I would've let her use a long sleeved shirt instead. I wonder what her bitch of a dad used to create such scars. Some of the bigger ones creep up into the shirt, and I shiver thinking about the sheer amount of the inky white splotches that plague her skin. Her newer scars raise the concern of her possibly hurting herself. The straight lines look to clean to be accidental, but I could be wrong. My eyes snap downwards when my nails start to dig into the palms of my hands hard enough to draw blood. A deep sigh escapes my lips, my pointer finger and thumb coming up to pinch the bridge of my nose. I grab the shirt and pants, then tiptoe into the master bathroom. I waste no time turning on the water and stripping down. I don't let the water warm before I step in, making me initially shiver. I wash myself quickly, wanting to get back into her embrace. By the time I'm finished, the water begins to warm. I turn the steady stream off, stepping onto the white towel. I notice my towel is slightly damp from Y/N, making me smile. I press my nose against it, inhaling her scent, before realizing I could just press my nose into her hair while holding her. I dry myself quickly, not caring about my hair. I slip on the clothes before opening the door, sneaking to the bed. I smile at the sight of my darling snuggling against my pillow. I bend down, prying the pillow away from her, before lowering myself onto the bed. She immediately grasps onto me, and I press my nose against her fluffy hair. I watch her breathe in and out, the rhythm comforting me, lulling me off to sleep in no time.

My eyes snap open at the sound of whimpering. My eyes cut to Y/N who's shaking and crying in her sleep, gripping her arms hard enough to cut into her skin. I take her arms and hold them lightly, throwing them around me, shaking her awake. She initially panics when I wake her, her hands hitting my back hard. I wince slightly at her sheer strength.
"Shhh... It's okay, dear. It's just me. He can't hurt you, alright? Take deep breaths for me, okay? Can you do that for me?" I question her, still holding her tightly, rubbing soothing circles into her back with and open palm. Her long nails grip into my shirt, and her sobs can be heard. I sit with her like that for God knows how long, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I feel her heart beating, and the rising and falling of her chest. She finally goes falls into slumber, and I stay awake, holding her, watching her. How dare that bastard, when I get to Hell, the first thing I'll do is torture him endlessly. 16 years sounds pretty fantastic to me. I trace her face lovingly, the small lantern on the nightstand casting a reflective light onto her skin. I press my lips to her forehead, and watch her sleep for the rest of the night, making sure if those dreams dare plague her again, I will be there to protect her.

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Sorry about the shorter chapter, guys. It's kind of a filler chapter for what's to come, I just needed that little bit of fluff in my life.
Also, make sure to check out my other story, Angel of Death! It does not go with the Hazbin lore, and is my own story I came up with when I was 12. I stopped writing for a long time (6 years, to be exact), but I'm finally getting back to where I was 🥹🫶🏼
Have a wonderful day, my dears~
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