Tending to you after a night out at the club.

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Intro:

Alastor wouldn’t say he had GREAT memory, but he was pretty good at remembering things he actually cared about. He remembered when you woke up, when you usually came home after a night out with your friends, what your favorite food to eat when you were sick was, and a whole lot more. He wasn’t somebody who the general public would call “considerate” or “caring”, but that’s exactly what he was to you. Obviously he still liked to play rough with you sometimes, but he was gentle when it mattered most.

He actually wasn’t really the controlling type when it came to you. He didn’t tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he didn’t place you on a curfew, he didn’t tell you what you could and couldn’t wear. He could suggest, but he couldn’t force.

Today, you told him you’d be going out with a friend in the evening, you weren’t sure when you’d be back but you placed your bet on.. 1AM, maybe. I mean, it was Hell, the nightlife was great— and that’s when all the best clubs would be the busiest. Alastor wasn’t a fan of ‘modern’ clubs, he preferred the more vintage ones in Cannibal Town.. you’d been to those plenty times, too. Anything is fun as long as it’s with Alastor.

Alastor was definitely a night owl. He didn’t require as much sleep as most regular sinners— he still needed to rest sometimes, but most nights he was up and roaming around. Which, of course, made it easier to take you off your friend’s hands when she eventually knocked on the door, holding you up against her.