❝ＯＨ, ｍｙ ｐｏｏｒ ｄｅａｒ！❞

alastor takes my face in his hands. "are you alright?" i sigh, averting my gaze. the radio demon found me after a breakdown on the couch looking like an absolute disaster.

"love, please look at me." his microphone is leaning against the couch, the static voice effect still on and effecting his voice as he was talking loud enough for the mic to pick it up. i love the sound of his voice, static or not. sighing again, i lift my gaze to him, eyes glassy and puffy from crying, face drained of color aside from the tearstains down my cheeks. we'd been together for a while, a slow burn considering i'm demiromantic and him being aromantic and feeling no romantic attraction normally except in only a few rare circumstances. i am his rare circumstance. the one he loved. and i hope that wouldn't change. . .

"talk to me. . ." he murmurs, caressing my face. "you're beautiful dressed in a smile but your beauty doesn't fade when you are down my darling."

then i entirely collapse on him and cry again. he says nothing, just hums a peppy but somehow comforting tune as he rubs my back and hugs me close with one arm. after a few minutes i finally manage, "a-aly?"

he hums as he hears my nickname for him. "what is it, my precious doe?"

"i'm afraid." i squeeze my eyes shut, burrowing into him.

"of what, my love? i assure you, we are perfectly safe here. you are perfectly safe here. after all, it's a home made for you by my own magic, on earth but entirely non-existent to anyone aside from us. and i ensure no other creatures from heaven or hell know of your whereabouts." he kisses the top of my head.

"that wasn't what i meant. . ." i shrink, knowing i'm just being confusing now. "i'm sorry aly. . ."

"don't apologize dear, continue. let it out. tell me what's wrong so i can murder whoever hurt you." his voice gets a scratchy and dark static at those words and i just nod, being used to this side of him. he is a demon, after all.

"no one hurt me. . . w-well i mean people have b-but. . . not recently. . ." i hiccup and he pats my back gently, his silence urging me on. "just. . . people in the past have left and i. . . well. . . I'm grateful to have you and it's not like i doubt your love but. . . i-i've not doubted or thought someone else would leave. . . and they did. . ." my voice cracks again.

now, although alastor is normally all smiles, when i'm like this he isn't, just a neutral expression. he seldom frowned, but he is frowning now. "my love. . ." he whispers, caressing my cheek softly. "believe me when i say that i understand the pain you feel and that it is hard to accept the good now because of what happened previously." he kisses the top of my head gently. "but i promise to never leave you, to always love you, and support you in everything." he hugs me close for a few moments before getting up, carrying me to the bathroom where he washes my face and gets me water to drink as he murmurs softly and comfortingly to me.

despite being a psychopathic, manipulative murderer and cannibal demon, alastor was honestly a gentleman.

he finishes and kisses the top of my head and looks down into my eyes. "feeling any better love?" he'd left his mic in the other room, static effect gone. his natural voice rung in my ears. it is soothing.

i nod. "a lot better, thanks alastor." i murmur and he gives me that famous alastor smile. "of course, anything for you, my dear!" it causes me to smile slightly as well. "there's that million-dollar smile! you know you're never fully dressed without one!" i giggle a little and he picks me up, spinning me around and walking into the living room. he turns on one of his vintage radios after setting me down and we spend the rest of the hour dancing our troubles away. 

(709 words for this one:) love you flames -ash)