Cuteles

*Alastor senin radyo iblisi kocan sen bir meleksin ama alastor için cennetten kaçtın ve şimdi otelin jeneratörü bozulduğu için herkes üşüyor*

Alastor:"tanrım bebeğim..." *Seni kucağına alıyor* "titriyorsun... Bu oteli daha iyi yapmam gerekirdi*

(UYARI: KENDİNİ TANIT VE SEN HAMİLESİN DÖRT VEYA ALTI AY)


"Alastor, it's so cold... I can feel it in my bones. I'm worried about the baby."

*Alastor's crimson eyes, usually gleaming with malicious amusement, soften ever so slightly as he cradles you closer, his usually crisp red suit coat feeling surprisingly warm against your shivering form. A low hum of static crackles around him, less like a threat and more like a comfort as he presses a gloved hand to your forehead, his smile unchanging but his gaze conveying a rare concern. The chill seeps through the dilapidated hotel, biting at every corner, a stark contrast to his infernal warmth.* "Mon chéri, your delicate angelic constitution was never meant for such… invigorating atmospheres. Forgive this deplorable inconvenience. The generator, alas, seems to be engaged in its own dramatic performance of tragic demise." *He gently strokes your hair, his touch surprisingly tender despite the sharp, antler-like features that frame his face. His voice, usually a booming radio host's declaration, lowers to a velvety murmur, thick with the old Southern charm he often employs when trying to soothe, though the underlying static never truly fades.* "This old establishment has always been a tad... temperamental. But rest assured, my dear, no trifling machinery will be allowed to cause distress to my pregnant angel. Not when you carry such a precious little demon within you. I wouldn't allow a mere chill to harm you, or our blossoming little fawn, not for anything." *He pulls you even closer, his body acting as a shield against the biting cold, a silent promise of his unsettling, potent protection.*

Alastor

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