Do all therapists go to heaven? 

Well surely not if they are like creeps or like… malpractice? Yeah… that sounds right? 

Either way, you were sure that listening to Lucifer talk about himself and his life is definitely winning you some good person points or whatever it is they measure “goodness” by. Sure, you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart as Charlie likes to put it as but… its gotta be helping with redemption right?

“And.. uh.. Oh” He trailed off, his eyes falling on you, seeing how your half lidded eyes and sleepy look in your face “you should probably get to bed, sorry, I didn’t mean to bored you” 

“No, no… is just… your voice is soothing I guess” You half lied sitting up straight 

“Oh…” He blushed and looked away “so… uh… how are you doing?” He asked awkwardly 

“Huh?” 

“Well, after I ran out of thing to ask you I just sorta started talking about myself and you just sit there and listen” He was looking away still. He never really looked at you for longer than a couple of seconds, at least when he had your attention, sometimes during the day you’d feel his eyes burning into the side or back of your head until you turned around and he would quickly look away. But like with most things you would simply ignore it, at least you knew that he wasn’t staring because he wanted you to drop dead, like he did with Alastor. 

“Oh, uh… well… I guess I’m fine?” You shrugged “I don’t know, I… I like being around here, but it just feels like I’m stuck… I guess?” You confessed quietly as you brought your knees up to your chest, as if you were protecting yourself from the little vulnerability you let out “like I don’t fit” You mumbled even quieter than before. 

You weren’t lying to him, not like when Charlie asks and you tell her you are great because you don’t want her to worry. You felt alone still, almost two months in the hotel and you still felt out of place. 

Lucifer sucked in air through his teeth, letting out an awkward hissing sound. He really wasn’t expecting that to be your answer, you always seemed so confident and smiley throughout the day, he figured your quiet demeanor during your talks was just because you were tired not because you were sad. He was wrecking his brain to find something to say but he looked over at you when he heard you let out a giggle 

“Y’know I’m terrible at comforting people too” You said with a small smile “I think most of the time I make that exact sound, one time I just said “bummer” when a friend told me her mom died” You giggled again, before burying your head into your knees. 

“That’s horrible” He gasped looking at you, seeing how your hands gripped the sides of your legs slightly tighter and your tail, wrapped around and laid over your feet. “Sorry…” 

“I just don’t know how to… feelings properly” You groan, your voice slightly muffled 

“Hey, I’ll drink to that” He said with a small chuckle, slumping back on the couch, now staring at the wall, you didn’t say anything back. The silences between you didn’t feel awkward anymore, nor empty to Lucifer, they just were. Part of whatever this is that you are doing.

“Don’t tell Charlie…” You mumbled looking up and turning your head to him 

“Huh? Tell her what?” 

“That I said that I feel like I don’t fit…” you sighed and closed your eyes “please… I know that I'm asking you to lie to your daughter but-” 

“I won’t” He interrupted you, you opened your eyes, and for once he didn’t look away as soon as you did, but it felt weird, he was looking at you with understanding and something else… it felt weird, so this time you looked away 

“Thanks” You sighed, staring at the wall, the room was illuminated by the tv, it was on but on mute, set on some random channel, it casted a blue-ish light that would ever so often change depending on the scene of the show that was on, you found it a little odd how the entire room changed because of the light, it made the overwhelming amounts of red seem bearable, but who cares, you certainly don’t you are just looking for something to distract you from the weight that lucifer’s look was starting to weigh on you. To think that a few minutes ago you were wondering why he never looked at you for longer than 5 seconds, now you just want him to look away.

And for the first time, the silence seemed unbearable to you, you never minded before, hell! You could even say that you liked it, a break, a moment to breathe, to settle before moving onto whatever next topic Lucifer wanted to talk about. Now it just felt like you were drowning, soon you’ll be gasping for air and reaching for whatever you could get a hold of to escape the crushing weight of it. 

You let go of your legs, stretching them out and took a deep breath. 

“I think I am going to go to bed” You said standing up from the sofa, “goodnight” You flashed him a small smile before walking away, giving him a small wave 

“Night…” he mumbled waving back 

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Lucifer knew he hadn’t really made a “personal” connection with you, you were… friends… of sorts. You’d talk and listen to him, and he did the same, but there was something different about it, like a weird shame… that was part of the reason he had asked you to keep your conversations a secret, but he wasn’t quite sure why he felt this weird encapsulation shame whenever he was around you. Even though you two would only speak during nighttime, whenever he had the time to “spare you” a glance during the day, he couldn’t help but stare until you turned to look at him, granted you always looked slightly annoyed when you turned which only made him turn his gaze away. That only led him to believe that you felt this same weird feeling he had about this “relationship”. 

Sure, during your talks you were nice, you smiled and looked at him when he spoke, you gave him undivided attention, and he knew that you did too because there had been a few times you recalled things he had said, little throw away things that he would not have remembered, but you did, you’d tilt your head to the side, your ears turning outwards a little, your eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion before you asked about the small inconsistency on the story he was telling you, it wasn’t like he was lying, he wouldn’t lie, he would just misspeak, but you noticed. 

And that attention to detail wasn’t something exclusive to him, he noticed how you would randomly recall in the same way about the other residents, same expression, same tilt of your head as you asked them about the smallest of details or inconsistencies in their stories, Alastor specifically seemed to detest this about you. 

Maybe it was the hypocrisy he was performing, so adamantly disliking sinners and actively avoiding them publicly, even slightly resisting his darling daughter’s request for him to try, only for him to seek you out and practically beg you to talk to him. There was definitely… ways… for him to learn about the things you told him about, but maybe it was because you were a sinner that he wanted to hear it from you, someone that had actually experienced it, not just read it off a book or recall old old memories. 

Any way, you were a plague, there was no other way he could describe it. You had infested his mind, everything made him think of you. And it didn’t help that he literally would see you everywhere since he had been staying at the hotel to help Charlie contact heaven again. He could hide away in his studio/room for most of the day, but if he wanted to eat, or have some down time, chances were that he would see you, even if it was only a glimpse of you, your image would be plastered all over his mind. He could make a chart of every outfit you had worn this week. 

“Dad…Dad?” Charlie waved her hand in front of Lucifer’s face until he reacted and looked her way again since it seemed he was staring at the floor before “did you listen to anything I said?...” 

“Uh no, yeah totally” He said confidently looking up at his daughter with an awkward smile “but you could repeat it… just to confirm I got all of it”

“Right… so both Angel and Y/N are out today and I know we should focus on getting sinners into heaven but I think we should brainstorm some advertising! To get more sinners in here!...” Charlie continued to ramble on about one of her ideas, going full on the theatrics. 

“So where oh… where did Y/N go?” He asked after Charlie finished, looking at his nails as if to seem uninterested in the question he asked. 

“Uh, she said she had something to do, didn’t give much information, kinda just said be back later” Charlie said hand on her face as she thought back to this morning “and Angel had to work so, it’s a day off for them today at the hotel at least” 

“Right right, Andy is at work and Y/N is just out?” He hummed, still trying to look uninterested 

“Yes… ANGEL is at work and Y/N is somewhere, I think she said something about a sale, uh a five finger discount, so like 50% off probably!” Charlie said in a hopeful tone and then Lucifer tried to explain that you were probably shoplifting without crushing all her hopes. 

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You waltzed into the hotel near 3am, several bags hanging in your arms, holding your phone in one hand as the other held up a pink vape up to your lips, the little light at the bottom and the unbelievably bright screen of your phone, lighting up the mostly dark room. 

The only thing that could be heard was the clacking of your boots as you walk. You exhaled the smoke as you started walking up the stairs, using the light of your phone as a guide.

When you finally got to your room you found no other than lucifer, kinda just pacing in front of your door 

“Oh… hey” you said walking to the door and opening, he was wearing pajamas, like an actual two set pajamas, light blue with little duckies all over “you… uh been waiting long?” 

“You were out all day, uh andy got here before you” he said looking as you walked in, standing at your doorway 

“And you were worried?” you asked looking at him “are you just gonna stand there?... who's andy?”

“Y’know tall, spider fella” He raised his hand as far up as he could

“Oh, Angel” you said and nodded, taking out the several boxes from the bags “so, you were worried?” You asked in a teasing tone, your tail wagging slowly and low 

“Well you haven’t been in hell for long and those sinners out there… they are…” he followed with a long strained groan “t-they are violent and… and depraved-” 

“I just went shopping” You interrupted and shrugged “so like, I’ve been posting like a bunch of stuff on sinstagram and tiktok and like I’ve gotten a BUNCH of followers and like a couple stores were like, “come take a bunch of our stuff for free and just post a video or post a picture at the store” and well I love free stuff so I went and then after they were like “hey! Lets go to the club!” and my mom always told me to never deny a free drink or free anything so I went!” You explained taking out a pair of long boots “can you like, come in, its bugging me that you are at the door, I have… a poof you can sink into” 

“Oh yea yea, suuuuure, just come into your room, okay” He said quietly actually stepping in 

“Close the door behind you please” You pointed at it and he closed it, before just standing there awkwardly making you giggle a little “you can relax sire, is not like I have my panties on the floor” you giggled before looking around just to make sure “yeah no panties on the floor” 

“Haha sire, ha!” He chuckled to “himself”, he can’t really recall a moment where you had addressed him properly… or like at all… now that he is thinking about it you haven’t even said his name, not that he can remember. And it made his chest tight, he never has been fond of the tittle’s, tho he always wants to be addressed with respect. 

“I heard that” You said in a sing-songy tone “you can sit on the poof or my bed or… the floor, my rug is pretty soft” You pointed around “if you want to stay… you seem… kinda wiged out” 

“No is just… y'know your room, is a personal thing… and we… are like…. Not like that” He mumbled 

“Right… uh… right” You mumbled looking at the clothes in your bed. All of the sudden you felt as awkward as he did now, and when you feel awkward you feel vulnerable and that puts your defenses down, the delicately constructed walls you had built up on uneven ground, cracking at the first disturbance “y’know I… uh, I know it's you who normally asks the questions but…”

“Yeah?” 

You cleared your throat still not looking his way gripping the garment on your hands “I just… I don’t get it… why me?” 

“Why you what?” he questioned, head tilting to the side slightly 

“Why ask me? I just… everyone else in this hotel had far more interesting lives than I did and I just… why?” 

“Its because… well they have been dead for so long and you are the freshest” He shrugged, not really getting why you are asking it seemed like an obvious reason why he choose you 

“No. because… no, like.. I think I am also the youngest, I lived 24 years only, I, I… I barely experienced anything, and I’m also like… Like I barely did anything to get into hell, I mean, lie, steal, scam, I’m pretty sure that a visit to any catholic church would have saved me from all of this-” You continued your ramble, now moving around your room, 

You were sort of right, yes, a visit to any church would have definitely saved you, but you shouldn’t have gone to heaven, no, he would have never met you otherwise, and although he can’t fully admit it, he enjoys you, heaven doesn’t deserve you, they couldn’t appreciate you, with their stupid strict rules. You were right, you were barely a sinner, maybe that was why he didn’t mind you as much as the others 

“I mean all I was… was a hedonistic party girl that stole wallets and and!-” 

“Well, maybe that’s why” Lucifer shrugged “you are not like the rest of them, you aren’t violent or sick or depraved-”

 “maybe a little depraved” you whispered 

“And that’s why I like talking to you, you don’t have some sort of sick twisted version of earth in your mind, you didn’t see a pond with duck and think “that’s a perfect place to dump a body”, you saw calming place, you saw earth for what it was, I like that”

You stayed quiet, glancing at him, he was still standing by the door, and you were in the middle of the room, he was looking at you, with almost a sad look, like pity but different, he wasn't looking away or just past you. 

“You should go to bed” He gave you a closed eye smile before turning around and opening the door “Charlie has a big day planned for tomorrow so you should definitely get some rest, good night” 

“Good night” You said softly watching as he left, closing the door behind him

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Alastor stuck around for two whole weeks after that day, the first week it felt like he was worried that you’d go back to just mindlessly stare into nothingness but then the second week it just felt like he was watching over you, like you were a liability. 

He’d be no further away than a step or two from you, he cooked your meals, drive you work and anywhere else you needed to be, he’d brush your hair, watch you carefully as you’d do your makeup and hair, analyze how you’d choose your clothes for the day, and insist on helping you bathe still.

Alastor had expressed his disdain for your stubbornness many times before but, by god, he was much more stubborn than you could ever be. It’s easier to give into whatever he wants rather than fighting him about it. 

But it was nice to have him around, you’ve never really had anyone around in your home, much less someone that cared for you so attentively. Despite the fact he would keep trying to get you to drink your coffee black, everything else you could need or want was taken care of before you even had to ask. 

You stared into your coffee as you mixed in the milk, watching how it made it lighter in color as you tried to decipher Alastor’s behavior, but every time you thought you had you remembered some other odd thing about it. You were lounging on the sofa, looking out the window that faced the forest next to your home. 

You hear the clicking of your front door before the loud screech from the old hinges, you turned your head seeing Alastor walk in holding a small basket with a blanket 

“You must have that door fixed dear” He said looking at you after he had to kick it to close properly “If you don’t close it properly one night anyone could get in” 

You simply tilted your head to the side and rolled your eyes at his concerns “what do you have there?” You asked, your eyes glancing at the basket as he walked over to you 

“Just a little gift” He hummed standing before you 

“A gift?” You faked a gasp, but smiled genuinely,  “you are spoiling me rotten” 

“Nonsense” he said before pulling back the blanket, a little black cat popping his head out, and you gasped again. 

“Who is this?” You asked, reaching over and taking the kitten out of the basket “what an adorable little man” You cuddle it to your face. It was a tuxedo cat, tummy and paws white and adorable green eyes 

“The cat of the receptionist at the station had kittens” He explained, watching you coo and cuddle the kitten “I thought you would like some company, for when I am not around” 

You glanced up at Alastor and then back at the kitten “you are going back to your home?” You asked and he nodded, you were a little disappointed, you enjoyed the domestic rhythm you had fallen into, even if Alastor practically pushed you into it, it was nice, and now it would be over. “Well good, I was starting to get tired of you anyway” You said in a teasing tone, trying to hide the sadness in your voice. 

“Hmm, I thought as much” He said and sat next to you on the couch “what are you going to name him?” 

“I think Lucky” You hummed before looking at Alastor with a smile “thank you” 

“Nothing to thank me for dear” He said looking at the cat. There was quiet. Calm, comforting, quiet, He turned his gaze towards the window, looking out towards into the forest just like you were before he arrived “Dear?”, you simply hummed out a response, your full attention on the kitten on your lap “Do you think you could play some piano for me?” 

“Piano?” you answered a little confused, turning your attention to him now, you glance at the spinet piano in the corner of the living room “um, do you have a request?” You asked, setting the kitten down on the couch before walking to the piano and sitting down on the small stood. You wiped some of the dust off the key cover before opening it, playing a couple notes to see if it was horribly out of tune but much to your surprise it was just fine.

“Play me La Campanella” 

You took a deep breath in slight frustration, of course he asked for that one. You straightened your back and cracked your fingers, the sound making Alastor cringe, he hated it for some reason..

You closed your eyes for a second before you started playing the song, all your focus in your hands, not noticing how Alastor had stood from the couch and walked over to you,, standing just behind you. He place his hands on your shoulders 

“Keep playing darlin’, don’t mind me” He said and you obeyed, not even glancing up. Alastor leaned down so his face was just right next to yours, his eyes half lidded looking down at your limber fingers “Say doll, that night, you were quite the little assistant, when your head wasn’t in the clouds” 

Your hands stuttered as a shiver went down your spine feeling his breath so close to your face, you had stopped getting so skittish when Alastor would so shamelessly flirt with you, but this was different. Your chest tightened in a different manner than before, tense and nervous, maybe it was because of what he was talking about.

“I do enjoy my… hunting trip by myself but I have to say I did enjoy having you there” He gave your arms a little squeeze making your hands miss a key again but you kept playing, trying so hard to keep your attention on the song, it was complicated and required a lot of precision. “How would you like to accompany me again in two weeks? Your pick” He whispered into your ear making you shiver and try and cringe away but his hands were keeping you in place, his eyes moved down as your fingers pressed the same key repeatedly, slower and slower till you stopped, he kissed his teeth and shook his head “I don’t think that the song is finished dear” 

“Huh… o-oh yeah, sorry” You mumbled your eyes fixated on the black and white keys, you cleared your throat and fixed your posture again, rolling your shoulders in hopes that Alastor would move his hands but they remained firm in their place.You started where you had left off “I…I don’t know if I should be picking who gets to die…”

“Very well then, but you will come with, correct?” His eyes on your hands still. 

“I… Uh” You stammered, looking towards the wall, you weren’t going to say no, you couldn’t even if you wanted… there wasn’t a single fiber of your soul that wanted to go against him though, you were willing and ready to do whatever he asks of you but, accepting, saying yes to killing? To take someone's life again, to be handed his ax as if it were a sacred item and to be guided to strike against the deserving person before you. 

“Is that what you want?” you asked quietly your eyes returning to your hands 

“Well of course darlin’, that is why I am asking, aren’t I?” He said with a small chuckle standing up straight again and looking at the pictures on the wall above you 

“But… why?” 

“Hmm, well, I think your reactions are just adorable” He said walking away from behind you still looking at the pictures, he stop in front of one that Had you and your mother in it, when you were just a child, your mother looked uninterested, sitting on a chair and you standing next to her, forced, awkward smile on. He picked it off the wall to get a closer look at it “your little gasps and squeaks really do make it so much better” He said and glanced at you, noticing how your cheeks were dusted pink “and because dear… don’t you think couples should share activities?” His smile widen hearing how you pushed the wrong key, several keys in fact, derailing the song completely 

“What?... What do you mean by that?” You asked, hands fully off the keys, body turned towards his direction. He put the picture he was holding down on a tea table and walked back to you, leaning down so he could look you in the eyes. 

“Well darlin’ I know it might not have been the ideal or traditional way of doing it, but I do believe I have been courting you” He said, reaching over and taking your hand in his, Alastor seemed pleased with your reaction, not that you were sure what it was exactly since your brain fully shut down as soon as he finished his sentence, 

Courting you? 

Courting…. YOU 

He was courting you? Since when? And how come you are just finding out NOW? 

“How… I… How long?...” you asked, staring at him with wide eyes, cheeks red, despite the fact that all your blood had rushed to your face you felt dizzy as if it all left your body. 

“Oh, I know I am not well versed in the world of romance dear but I do believe I did all the right things… I do admit, I think it has gone for longer than it’s supposed to” He said with a small chuckle, pulling your body up from the stool and pressing your body to his “all those dates? The flowers I would give you? All that pampering I give you darling? I do try to give you most of my attention” He pulled you closer, one hand between your shoulder blades pushing you further into him as the other kept your hand in his. 

Your head was spinning, your stomach doing flips “all these years?... I just… this whole time you wanted to be… with me?” You asked, in a breathy tone, panting at this point as if Alastor was consuming all the air around you, depraving your lungs so they’d be filled with nothing else but him 

Alastor had figured it out a long time ago, he did love you, differently than how he had loved before, but it was love, what he felt for you. He love how your innocent eyes would widen and look like they could capture the moon when you looked at him, he loved the way you laughed at his jokes, he love how you could never look at him with anything other than pure adoration, he loved how quick you were to accept whatever it is he would give or offer you, he loved your pure and utter devotion to him. He loved how you loved him. And he knew he couldn’t bear the thought of you ever doing the same with some other man, so the solution was simple: you had to be his, his lover, his partner in crime, his only. 

So of course he had to court you. It might have not been going on for as long as he is making you believe but he could only benefit from your misunderstanding. 

“Hmm I think perhaps I should have told you I was doing so” He pondered, eyebrows knitting together for a second “But yes darlin’, I could not just let you be stolen away from me by some chump, you are far too precious to me, to just let you go”, it was almost as if you felt your soul leave your body, you fell limp in Alastor arms, head lolling back, eyes rolled back into your skull, your heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Air…” you gasped out, closing your eyes, you only felt as you were picked up and laid down on a sofa and then the sudden breeze as a window was open. It genuinely took you a couple of minute before you came to your proper senses, you opened your eyes, staring at the ceiling before slowly sitting up, Alastor was sitting next to you, your legs over his lap.

“Are you alright dear?” Alastor asked in a gentle tone, a hand petting your head, 

“Yes.. I believe so” You said softly, reaching over and grabbing the wrist of the hand that was petting you. You almost never initiated touch with Alastor, he doesn’t seem that fond of people invading his personal space despite the fact that that is all he does to others, but, you needed to hunker down in reality, hold onto something, or well someone, sturdy to keep your soul from leaving your body again “so… now…” 

“now?” he echoed you, moving your hand so it would be in his now, instead of you grabbing him.

“we are a couple?… “ 

“Well I do believe it is just us right now unless you are counting Lucky over there” He joked but you only stared at him with slight annoyance “hm, if that what you want to call this dear, then yes” 

“What would you call it?” You asked moving your hand away from his, crossing your arms while looking at him 

“I am not sure dear, but you and I know its something else than friendship” he almost purred, one of his hands to hold your chin between his index and his thumb, gently bringing you closer to him, you felt your heart skip a beat lookin into his half lidded eyes, “come on dear, let yourself fall into me” He whispered to you 

“Do you really want me there?” You asked quietly 

“More than anything” 

“And what will happen if I say yes?” 

“Everything you have imagined dear” He said bringing you closer, nose touching “you’ll have to promise you’ll be all mine though dear, no more dates with undeserving men-” 

“I never wanted any of them” you interrupted trying to get closer to him “I only ever wanted you Alastor” You confessed, your face getting warm. “I’ll do whatever you want me to if it means I can be yours” 

“Well isn’t that a lovely confession” His smile widened, his other hand moving under your knee to pull you to his lap, making a little squeak come out of you. “So you’ll come with?” 

“Absolutely” You said softly with a small smile, one of your hands resting on his chest. 

“Good” He simply said before bringing your face closer to his, locking his lips with yours. 

The air in your lungs escaped and your heart stopped, your eyes shot wide open. It was happening, it was actually happening, Alastor was kissing you. It wasn’t some silly dream or your head running rampant, you could actually feel his lips on yours.

You finally relaxed your body, leaning into him slightly as you kissed back, moving your lips with his, just out of sync, Alastor’s hand moved from your chin to your cheek, caressing it gently before moving further and tangling into your hair. The hand you had resting on your chest, clung onto his shirt, bunching it up slightly. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small whine when you felt the hand on your knee move up to your thigh, giving it a small squeeze, he smiled into the kiss before pulling back, looking at you, how you chased after his lips as soon as he moved away. 

He chuckled, his hand moving back to your cheek, moving so that he was holding your face in one hand

“You are simply adorable” He said watching as you pout, looking at him, eyes wide. 

“I wasn’t done” You whined still pouting 

“Maybe if you ask nicely darlin’” 

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Two weeks gone in a blink of an eye. 

One moment you were asking Alastor to kiss, begging  you again, and now you were standing against the wall of his hunting cabin, staring at him. 

You were glad that at the very least Alastor wasn’t cruel, he didn’t torture his victims, well not a whole lot, he enjoyed the hunting part, it gave him a rush, maybe the reason why he was doing it at all, that stalking and preparing, the luring into the forest. That last part, you helped a whole lot this time.

Alastor had taken the time to explain to you, again, how he choose his victims, only people that deserve it, only people that hurt, that abuse and take advantage of those of lesser means, like the men that hurt you, like that woman that would beat her kids black and blue because her husband left, or that horrible man that would prey on younger women. 

And now, this horrible man, that would abuse and assault women, you were more than okay with getting rid of this vermin, there is no need like men like him in the world, not now, not then, not ever. 

“Well darlin’ are you going to finish this?” Alastor looked back at you, ax in hand. “I took the effort to make it easy for you” 

You looked just past Alastor’s thin frame to see the man tied and bound to a chair, he was still conscious but he couldn’t move an inch even if he tried. 

“Won’t it make a mess inside?” You asked, pushing yourself off the wall and slowly walking over to him 

“You don’t have to worry about that now” He said, handing you the ax, taking a step behind you, his arms coming to wrap around you, and changing the placement of your hands on the ax. “Now, you have to hold it right, you don’t want it slipping out of your hands” His hand set themselves over yours, his head was next to yours. 

You could hear your chest pounding out of your chest, you could feel his breath on your neck, you looked over at him for a second, he had such a calm pleasant look on, it put you at ease, at least about the situation, the unexpected intimacy was what was putting you a scare away from a heart attack. 

Was… this what Alastor was into? 

You would just not listen whenever Mimzy would insist to ask about his intimate life, though, he would definitely not confess that killing people gets him going. 

“So now… you remember, right?” He whispered to you as he raised the ax with you, towards your right side over your shoulder, almost nuzzling his head to your neck, you simply nodded “now dear, you want to strike to the neck, it will make a mess but it is the most efficient” He whispered again, placing a small kiss on you cheek making you jump slightly and he just chuckled, resting his head against the side of your head 

“So now I… strike?” you ask quietly, eyes glancing towards him and then back at the bound man, he was making a weird face at the two of you, judging, you didn’t care for it, you returned the look, now eager to get rid of him 

“Whenever you want” he said and looked over at the man, his smile straining a little at the look the man was giving you both, how dare he scowl at such a lovely moment between you two. 

“Lovely” You said, leaning back slightly and bringing the ax down onto the man's neck, hitting into the slope between the neck and shoulder, Alastor’s arms following with, and thank god since you needed his help to practically yank the ax out. 

That unfortunately only caused a fountain of blood to come out, showering you, mostly and Alastor with blood. You closed your eyes and gasped trying to step back but Alastor was standing still behind you, he took the ax from your hand, and let it fall beside him, 

“How come I am the only one that gets soaked in blood, every time” You sighed, looking down at your dress, feeling how Alastor took your hand in his, He gave you a small spin so you’d be facing him now, his other hand settling the the small of your back. He dipped you, leaning down to keep close to you, you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

“I think you look absolutely bewitching, covered in blood chére” He gave you an enticing smile before leaning closer and capturing your lips in his, he hummed at the metallic taste covering your lips, intensifying the kiss as if he need the air in your lungs. He pulled away, a low giggle escaping him as you gasped for air. “You were brilliant” 

“Thank you” you giggled and moved your hand to caress his cheek, a fond look on your face “do I get a reward?” 

“Absolutely”

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