All is Fair in Love and War (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 51

A/N: For the last time. Alastor's last name, canonically, is unknown. I know that if you google it, it says Hartfelt. But if you click 😁 On the page😁 Right at the bottom 😁 It says something along the lines of: "not canon/fanon/ NOT in line with series".
And it's not Altruist, either. That's literally just a word he used to describe what people thought of him. For the love of god, and all that is holy, this actually raises my blood pressure every time I see it- and I don't know why, but it makes me unbelievably angry. IT'S NOT HARTFELT OR ALTRUIST.

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Alastor opened his eyes as he felt your fingertips leave his forehead, setting his sights on you while you still stayed seated on his lap and offered him a gentle smile.

He looked about and saw that the dead woods surrounding his manor was now a large field of tall, vibrant green grass and colorful wild flowers; fireflies lit and flickered as they flew around daintily through the air. The sky no longer a hellish red, but instead a gradient of purples and blues.

Stars lit up the sky, twinkling as they shown above you. Tall trees surrounded the field on most sides, on the far side in front of you both was the edge of a cliff that looked over a mountainous forest; with two humanoid silhouettes standing at the edge.

Alastor looked over at you as you got off his lap, still holding his hand, and he stood up beside you as you silently led him toward the edge where the silhouettes stood. He could faintly hear music playing somewhere, softly and muffled; as if it was coming from behind a wall somewhere far away. He remembered it was 'Wish You Were Here.', he had played it the last day you were in a coma before you had woken up.

He could only continue to marvel at the scenery as you led him through the feild, how vivid and vibrant all of the colors where and how realistic everything had seemed. The smell of pine and flowers filled his senses as well as the touch of a gentle, cool breeze greeting his skin. He was silently very impressed by your powers, your ability to recreate such a picturesque environment with amazing attention to intricate detail. As you both walked closer until you were a good few feet away from the cliff and the version's of you both standing before you. And as it came into better view, his heart skipped a beat.

It was you and him alright, but... What he assumed as human versions of you both. He recognized his self immediately, his skin no longer the pale ivory he had grown accustomed to but instead a soft mocha color, his hair shorter but still long in the front; dark brown in color, that matched his eyes. No longer red and glowing, but still full of emotion.

Your hair had gone from jet black to (h/c), your eyes no longer black and red but instead a equally mesmerizing shade of (e/c). Neither of you stood as tall as your demon forms did, but at the height you both were in life. You were both dressed white, comfortable and loose fitted cotton clothing that fluttered in the wind around your bodies.

Alastor looked back at you, the real you that stood beside him, with his eyes wide and his mouth agape. How did you know exactly what he looked like when he was alive? Down to the last detail... How? This is the version of him that lived in your mind when you were in a coma... The human versions of you both... In a scenic type of, well, paradise. It was like your mind created a mini version of heaven for you both. It was almost enough to bring more tears to his eyes as he saw the real you smile at him, and then point over to the other versions of you, as he watched 'himself' begin to speak.

'I'm not always efficient with speaking my deepest feelings...' He started, that familiar monologue coming back to him as he watched the other you interact. How you perked up and looked at him, your e/c so full of emotions; love, adoration, acceptance and respect. But also a layer of sadness as you listened to him speak.