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The soft sunlight peeking through the curtains shined directly over Alastor’s eyes, alerting him to the arrival of morning. His body arose, pushing the plush comforter to the other side of the bed. Groggily, he ran his hands over his face and through his short, brown hair. As his eyes opened and adjusted to the light, everything felt foreign. The first odd thing he noticed was the time. Alastor always woke up before the sunrise. The next odd thing was the bed. Normally Alastor woke up in his own bed. However, as he placed his feet on the cold, oak floor, his mind began to piece together all the events that had led to this odd change.
His girlfriend. The night before, as he walked her home from his broadcasting studio, she had confessed her fears. She was worried about the “New Orleans Killer.” The killer that had been terrorizing the swamps and streets of New Orleans. He’d snatch his victim up from the streets, remove most of the meat off their bones, then dump what was left of the corpse into the bogs. Alastor, being the gentleman he is, offered to stay the night to “protect” her because he’d “never let anyone lay a hand on his lady.”
Alastor left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. He could smell the savory aroma of seasoned bacon and eggs. As he got closer, he could hear the crackling of grease in a pan and faint, offkey humming. His ever-present smile softened when he finally reached the kitchen. (Y/N), swayed side to side in front of the counter, scraping the breakfast out of the pan and onto two plates. Acknowledging her back was turned to him, Alastor decided to slowly sneak behind her. He took the first chance he saw to strike by snaking his arms around her torso. (Y/N) yelped in surprise. She was about to scream for help when Alastor let out a hearty laugh.
“Al~” (Y/N) poutily drawled, “You scared me half to death! I could’ve burned myself on the pan! It’s still hot ya know…” (Y/N) placed the pan down before any accidents could occur.
Alastor nestled his head in the crook of her neck. He was quite a bit taller than her so he had to lean over to do so. “I’m sorry dear but you’re just so much fun to mess with~”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying to stop the smile that inevitably crept up her cheeks. Alastor stood up straight and spun her around to face him. His smile grew as he basked at the moment. He wanted more than anything to stay like that forever. To keep the woman he held so dear to his heart with him for the rest of their days. He almost proposed to her there. He would have gone through with it, too, if it wasn’t for him wanting to wait for an even more special moment. That and the fact he didn’t keep his mother’s ring in his pajama pants pocket.
Still standing, Alastor let his eyes flutter shut and started to lean forward for a kiss. This made (Y/N) giggle and dodge his kiss to whisper in his ear, “Breakfast is going to get cold, Baby. We can continue this later but please don’t let my hard work go to waste.”
“Such a tease. I suppose your cooking would make up for the inconveniencing wait.” Finally releasing her from his grasp, Alastor winked before pulling out (Y/N)’s chair from underneath the table. He gestured for her to take a seat with a wide grin.