Scars Of The Wicked (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 25: Late Mornings

(SMUT WARNING🤪)
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"That... seems like the kind of thing you should tell her, Reg."

"Ya think I don't know that? The girl automatically dislikes anyone with a pulse because of that whole ordeal. I don't wanna break her heart, though. That kid's been through enough..."

"Her heart is already broken, except now she's pissed off and being lied to."

"How do ya tell someone somethin' like that?" The clown sighed with exasperation. His southern drawl on full display as he spoke. " 'Hey Y/n thought maybe ya should know, your old bo didn't dump ya- I seen yer daddy kill 'em in cold blood.' That'll go over real well."

Husk merely let out a sigh and Niffty awkwardly looked down at the floor. Not approving of the clowns hesitance and making it pretty clear to him that they thought so.

"Y'all aren't gonna tell her, are ya?" He asked nervously. Wincing a little. To be honest he wouldn't have blamed them, in a way. But nevertheless he still dreaded the idea of you resenting him for withholding the truth.

"Not our business, not our place." Husk answered. "But still think you should tell her."

Reggie merely nodded. Pursing his lips tightly as he thought back to the information he was withholding from you. He wondered how you would react if you knew the truth. If you knew what really happened to your former lover. His heart weighed heavy in his chest, sinking down to his stomach as he reveled in the possibility that you might even run into him at some point. How awkward that would be...

"Good luck if you decide to do it." Husk added. "I don't envy you."

~~~~~~~~~~~ smut ahead ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~~~~~the next morning~~~~~~

Warm pink hues decorated the suite that inhabited you and that sweet radio demon. Casting a soft glow on your dewey skin. The warmth of it was welcomed by you as the rays of morning light peaked in and greeted your arm and shoulder that was exposed from your bed covers.

Alastor had stayed the night at your suite again last night. Both of you stayed up late watching old comedies and making each other laugh as you both added your own commentary. It was a pleasant night as usual, ending with Alastor tiredly carrying you over to your big and cozy bed after you had already dozed off on the couch. Both of you resting peacefully in your bed. Dosing off in each other's arms only to move away freely to opposite sides of the beds as the night went on, as you and him would occasionally toss and turn; as most lovers do when sharing a bed.

Noises from the city were quiet this morning. Distant traffic and an occasional unintelligible shout from way down below, but it all seemed to blur together as vague background noise. The center of your focus instead narrowing on the sound of static behind you. Emitted from Alastor as he took gentle breaths behind you, seemingly sleeping soundly. Like little snores but the sound of frequency interference. Almost as if he was in between stations; or dreams, in his case.

Smiling tiredly you scooted back a little so that you were closer to him. Not meaning to wake him, but he seemed to stir and wrapped his arm around you. Pulling you close to him.

A little hum spilled from your throat as you sighed happily, feeling your sleepy deer boy nuzzle his face into your neck and shoulder. Instantly you could feel how tired he was, it was almost enough to put you back to sleep as well. It was a very dozy kind of tired, the kind that made it impossible to want to open your eyes. You could relate, feeling not much more alert than him.