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You never thought a murderer could be so soft, kind, or loving. You always thought of murderers to be horrible, cold, and bloodthirsty creatures.
But not William. Although, yes, he was still quite bloodthirsty.
Here you were, snuggled into William's arms, lying comfortably in his bed, spooning with him. You eyed the alarm clock on the bedside table and tried to make out the bright red numbers.
8:32 am on a Saturday. Even on workdays, you and William tend to wake up around 10. 8:30 was way too early for you, and seemingly too early for him.
Still, obviously half asleep, he had you flush against his chest. You could hear him whispering some words to himself as not to wake you up. You strained your ears to hear better, yet you could only make out a few words.
“My dear”, “darling”, “love”, and
“I love you.”
You repeated those three words in your head over and over again.
You couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. He has never said it to you.
His way of showing his love usually consisted of physical touch. A hand momentarily on your back while he passed, or smoothing wrinkles on your outfit, sometimes pushing stray hairs out of your face. You knew he loved you, his affections basically screamed it. Yet, sometimes, you just wanted to hear it with words.
And you had.
Turning around to face him and nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, you slid your arms around him and hugged him back.
“Oh! Good morning, my dear,” he croaked, surprised by you being awake. Goddamn, morning voice much?
"Good morning, Afton," You looked up at him smiling. His eyes, usually looking a cold steel always softened to a soothing grey around you. Everyone even slightly close to William could tell, he was in deep. He loved you.
“What’s with the smile?” He asked, a hint of a smile coming onto his own face.
Your smile widened and you shook your head, he was just too cute.
Cute. Such an odd word to describe a child murderer.
“I love you too, ya dork” you laughed, squeezing yourself closer to him. Wow, it's oddly cold this early.
He tensed up for a second, before melting in your embrace, placing a feather-light kiss on the crown of your head. Nuzzling closer to you, he hugged you back quite tightly.
“Ah! William, my love, I know you love me, but don’t kill me just yet!” You half-joked, you could trust him not to kill you,
Right?
“My apologies, love.” He loosened his grip, but still held you snugly against him.
“What time is it now? Last I checked it was around 8:30" you murmured against his chest
“Hmmm.. " he moved his head forward, leaning a little of his weight onto you to check the bedside clock, "8:40.” You groaned, pushing him back to y'all's spot and lifting your shared blanket closer to your face. Thankfully, the blanket along with William's body heat warmed you up a bit.
Eventually, while being cuddled up against the murderer you loved, him lightly tracing shapes onto your back and giving you kisses every few minutes, you fell back into the soft grasp of sleep once again.