Alastor raked a hand threw your hair. Brushing away any strays from your face. Alastor smiled wider when he heard the content sigh that came from you. 

You buried your face into Alastor's chest. The smell of blood, cinnamon, and campfire wafted through your nose. You fought sleep as soft music plays in the background. 

"Get some rest my dear, you need it," Alastor said as he pulled the covers over the two of you. You nodded slightly and soon fell under the clutches of sleep. 

Alastor smiled at your sleeping form. It was ironic. When you two were awake all he wanted to do was to go curl up in bed together, but when you two are asleep he misses you. Alastor closed his eyes as sleep overcame him. 

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Charlie walked into the two of you with Angel in toe.

"HOLY SHIT GUYS GET IN HERE" Angel shouted down the hallway.