Priceless (Alastor X Reader)

Tongue In Cheek

"Lovers depend on moonlight
For a love affair
Babies depend on mothers
For their tender care
Flowers depend on sunshine
And the morning dew
Each thing depends on something...
And I depend on you~"

Singing happily to yourself, a content but very soft smile upon your face, you walked down the steps from your room and went off to find Alastor. He had gotten out of bed much earlier than you, which wasn't uncommon for him.

He was so used to rising out of bed right at the crack of dawn that it was just second nature to him. Especially if he had to go down to the station to broadcast. But tonight was Christmas eve, he had taken the day off from the station and told you that he planned on doing absolutely no 'gangster shenanigans' as he so wittily called it.

Instead, the plan was to spend the day together.

"I can be happy, I can be sad
I can be good or I can be bad
It all depends on you"

Alastor was never really one to celebrate the holidays, save for Halloween when he was a child; but Christmas was more just a calendar event than an actual celebration in his household. What with him and his mother being practitioners of Voodou they had other special days that they observed as such. That's not to say they didn't ever join in on holiday festivities, of course; but after he moved out of his parents he never really felt the need to partake in anything that wasn't especially sacred to him personally.

But he knew that for a lot of people, this time of year was hard for those who didn't have family or friends to spend their days with. He certainly noticed you were in low spirits at times, and you weren't dishonest when it came to explaining why. You missed your family. You had never spent the holidays without them. He understood. And tried to keep a smile on your face whenever he could despite the situation.

"I can be lonely out in a crowd
I can be humble, I can be proud
It all depends on you"

Since the night of the party, your closeness with Alastor had only blossomed even further. Stealing kisses throughout the day became a pleasant normality, and he had taken up to sleeping in your bed and holding you close every night. Hugging your body and squeezing you affectionately, he loved nothing more than to bask in your essence every night.

He was a good boy, and never tried anything funny. His hands never strayed to your intimate places and he never lay a finger under your clothes out of respect. He didn't know how comfortable (or not) you were with such activities yet and he didn't want to overstep any boundaries unless you were ready to move to that level with him. If you were ever ready to, that is. Which even if you weren't; he was content no matter what as long as he had you.

"I can save money, or spend it
Go right on living, or end it
You're to blame, honey, for what I do"

A downside to your growing relationship was that it was becoming more and more dicey trying to keep his little hobbies from you.

It was significantly harder to sneak around after dark when he was worried about you waking up and not seeing him beside you. So for the meantime while he thought of ways to get around that, he simply put aside his murderous tendencies. Which was proving to be more and more difficult as days passed. Like an addict needing their fix, he craved that rush of a kill.

It didn't help that his shadows seemed to egg him on at every turn. Taunting him with the idea of killing you if he didn't get a satisfying victim soon. Which he didn't ever understand, considering they'd later turn around and urge him to keep looking for ways to keep you.