Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 53

(TW: brief smut themes/use of safe-word. Panic attacks/severe anxiety, stressful situations such as sexual harassment, violence, blood, and gore. Buckle up and proceed with caution.)
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"Could you coo?
Could you care for a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I have got a crush, my baby, on you~"

It must have been two or three in the morning, or perhaps somewhere in between. Neither of you knew, neither of you cared.

Alastor's old radio played on a low volume from your living-room, Ella Fitzgerald's voice and soothing music carrying through the airwaves of your home. As peaceful as the falling snow, as soothing as a lullaby. Laced with the music, you tuned into the priceless sound of Alastor's heart beating within his chest as you danced with him. The heart he swore belonged to you, and you vowed earlier that day to keep it safe.

'Till death do you part.'

Funny how death parted you from the beginning, but never stopped either of you.

"I wanna bring my mothers necklace with me." You said softly. "When I die. Can we do that?"

"Already thought of that, same with your favorite plushie." He hummed. Holding you close as you both swayed to the gentle tune. "Also I made a collar for Binx, like your ring, so we can bring him with us."

You nodded, a gentle smile on your face at the news. You nestled your husband and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you." You whispered.

His ruby and crimson eyes fluttered open. Lashes as delicate as a butterfly's wing. He furrowed a brow and looked down at you. "Of course, but you needn't thank me."

"How could I not? Most people don't get such a luxury when they pass on."

"If you can call damnation a luxury." He sighed. He felt you shrug.

"You know," he started. Taking a steady breath in and smoothing out your hair as he continued to slow dance with you in your kitchen. "We still haven't talked about what happened."

"Is there a need to?" You asked numbly.

"Y/n..." he sighed. Ceasing the swaying of the dance and pulled away. Gently holding your upper arms in his hands as he looked at you. Your tired eyes met his gaze. "I know you. And I know you're suppressing."

"I'm not suppressing anything." You calmly insisted.

"My love, please..." he urged. "I don't want this to simmer in silence only for your emotions to boil over one day. I know you're thinking about it. I know you've been thinking about it. You've been more quiet ever since, and... I just worry about you."

"What's to worry about?" You sighed. Feeling a little exasperated. You were having such a nice moment, why did he have to bring it up now?

"Yeah. I chopped up my ex boyfriend with an axe." You stated nonchalantly. "I hacked his fucking head off like I'm the goddamn queen of hearts and I sliced him up like he was a Christmas ham. What is the problem, here?"

"You killed somebody." He stated. "And you won't let it sink in."

"He deserved it." You scoffed. "Are you saying I did the wrong thing?"

"Darling you know as well as I do that I'm the last person who should lecture you about violent homicide." He said, pulling you back in to hug you. His voice was soft as he spoke, he didn't want to upset you more than the subject already had. "I'm overjoyed that you did it. I'm so proud, you're a natural!"