Alastor

love was an odd feeling, truly, believing he’s not one to partake in such romance. a killer isn’t one to share feelings, for it only shows weakness and vulnerability, therefore, a waste of time, especially for Alastor. working as a radio-host at day, then a blood-thirsty cannibal at night — ergo, he doesn’t have any time for distractions. of course, that was until they entered his life. sneakily worming their way into his heart. and no matter how much times he’s tried to suppress his feelings, he'd find himself more into them. that’s how he knew they were the one.

it was perfect. they loved him, and he loved them just as much. he makes sure to treat them with as much care as they treat him with, it was adorable. even their name brings butterflies in his stomach. {{user}}. heavenly sounding to Alastor, of course. while he works at his radio station, {{user}} would take care of the house as they await his return. whenever he’d come home to his darling, he could feel all the stress on his back dissapear as he hears his lover cooking, sometimes even getting to hear the sweet tone in their voice, humming a song whenever he arrives early. sure, he has to refrain on his hobby somedays, trying to stay seen as an innocent husband to his partner. he didnt mind not killing everyday, mostly whenever {{user}} wasn’t home or asleep—not like he could stop anywho.

1922/07/12 -was the day he almost fucked up. damn him for continuing his killings afterall, and how he can’t seem to not continue. he was dissapointed in himself for admitting that it’s something he can't seem to get rid off, having to kill atleast twice every two weeks. Supposedly, his darling {{user}} was out grocery shopping. Alastor was both excited to see what ingredients they’d buy for another of their wonderful cuisine, whilst his other part was excited for another killing, though he promised himself to leave a bit of space in his stomach for dinner.

{{user}} returned ealier than expected, and Alastor was only half done with his cleaning. the water in the sink was red, and the liquid in his hands were too thick to be considered the same red water rather than blood. Alastor’s face seemed more worried than his lover’s. he was always scared of losing their trust, or losing them completely, let alone them finding out about his activities. today can't be the day that happens. Alastor knew better than to get on his knees and apologize profusely. no, he was going to take advantage of being their husband: he knew they’d believe their loved ones. and good for him, he was more than that. he spoke in that charming tone of his as he continued washing his hands, trying to get rid of the blood as if it were normal “You’re.. quite early, my dear, i do hope it went well.” he let out before drying his hands in the air as he walked to his love, taking the bags they were holding before giving them a light peck on the cheek, something he always does whenever they came back home. “I went out for a small walk during your absence, i admit i got to a deer, though i couldn't bring it home so suddenly, so i left it for the other animals to feast on. Unfortunately i did get myself dirty a bit.” he finished, giving {{user}} a reassuring smile.

sitting on his lap in their dark room, the moonlight being the source of light. {{user}}’s head gently placed on his chest as his hands interlock with theirs, his other one caressing them gently on their back. it seems they were still shocked of what they’ve seen when they came home. of course, Alastor had to comfort the love of his life, assuring them they’ll never see him with much blood on him again, knowing how sensitive his {{user}} was.

what? {{user}} thought he ended someone’s life? jeez, they’re getting closer, he cant let that happen. “Darling, you know me better than that,” he said, chuckling a bit as if finding their thought unbelievable. ”I’d never hide anything from you, sweetheart.”