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OLD GRAVES THAT HAUNTS
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Y/N's POV
The sun barely crept over the horizon when the hotel room began to brighten, the curtains glowing faint amber like warmed honey.
The neon sign outside had finally stopped flickering. The world was quiet again—the kind of gentle morning hush that made last night feel like a fever dream.
You stirred first.
Your neck ached a little. At some point in the night, you had slumped sideways against Alastor’s shoulder; now you found yourself half tangled against him, legs curled, head resting against his chest.
He was awake.
Of course he was.
“Good morning, darling,” he said, voice smooth but still soft with the remnants of last night’s shadows. “Slept well?”
You blinked up at him, heat blooming across your cheeks when you realized just how close your faces were. “Y-Yeah… I guess.”
He chuckled. “Such confidence! Tell me, did my shoulder treat you comfortably? I noticed you clinging to me like a particularly affectionate housecat.”
You jolted upright. “I was not clinging—!”
“Oh? Then you were merely….." He trailed off with a teasing grin "...nuzzling?”
Your face burned hotter. “Alastor!”
He laughed, clearly delighted, stretching lazily as he rose to his feet.
The morning light caught the faint redness still clinging to the rims of his eyes—not from fatigue, but from everything that happened last night.
Yet he smiled anyway.
The kind of smile that tried to reassure you more than himself. It made your heart ache.
You slid off the bed, still rubbing your face, embarrassed. “You’re impossible…”
He gasped dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. “Oh dear, and here I thought I was being charming! My, my, you wound me so.”
You swatted his arm. pausing mid swing after having the thought of such audacity to swat his arm away.
He caught your wrist instantly, pulling you closer with an infuriatingly smooth motion. Your heart immediately thudded like drums in your chest.
“Careful,” he purred, his nose brushing lightly against your cheek. “You keep touching me like that and I might assume you want another kiss so early in the day.”
The moment you heard him, you practically combusted. “I didn’t— I just—!”
His grin grew wicked. “Mon Amour, You’re just so adorable when flustered.”
“My Love, please kindly shut up.”
He only laughed harder at your bite-back remark, whilst still looking like a ripe tomato, very much lacking credibility even if with the threat on your tone.
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PSYCHOPATHIC || ALASTOR x FEM READER
FanfictionYou were pretty hopeless as you lay on the dark green grass, as you see your own blood probably pooling beneath your body.. Pretty much deserved all of this, since you just tried to mimic that one TV show character you were so onto about and got sec...
