Alastor owned your soul. You made a deal roughly a year ago, his part of the deal was simple. You cooked meals for him and stayed near his presence for the full spring, sometimes a little longer but you weren’t prohibited to stay so you usually left. Your part of the deal however was protection, you cook and keep him company during spring, and he keeps you safe.

Currently spring was rolling around and you were unpacking your bag in his spare room. You were always unsure why he had you around only during spring time but you’ve learned that it’s better to just not ask questions when it comes to Alastor. Little did you know, he was always in “rut” and did better when someone was nearby for the spring.

There was a knock at your door and before you could respond Alastor walked in, hands behind his back and his signature smile on his face. “You’re a week late.” You couldn’t tell if he was upset or not. “I.. didn’t know I had to be here a specific time.”

You looked at him, putting your now empty suitcase under the bed. “You said during the beginning of spring-“ He shushed you, stepping towards you. “Beginning of spring is technically march 20th. It’s April.” His smile seems off. You just cleared your throat, looking away.

“..Well sorry.” You continue to unpack your things. “I still don’t understand why I have to be here around spring, you’re also more touchy in a way when it’s spring-“ He cuts you off, his gaze narrowed. “You shouldn’t ask questions pet.” He gripped your chin. “Don’t forget I own you.”