Criminal Love - Alastor X Female Reader

Chapter 4 - Distance

19 years old

Since you and Paul became official, you have noticed that you have been spending less time with Alastor.

You couldn't help but notice that he is hardly home whenever you visit, and his mother always apologises with a sad smile.

"Hey, hey, my (H/C) bestie!" Elizabeth grinned after meeting you at the diner.

"Lizzy poo," you cooed, going to squish her cheek. She shooed it away.

"Urgh. No touching the face," She groaned, causing you to chuckle.

Alastor was enjoying his leisurely stroll after taking some time for himself during his lunch break. A few weeks ago, he had been fortunate enough to secure a position at the radio station.

His long-cherished dream was finally coming true, almost. There was just one thing missing, and that was your presence by his side.

However, the sound of a familiar laugh captured his attention, causing him to stop abruptly outside the diner. He peered through the window and saw you sitting with your friend Elizabeth.

A gentle smile graced the new radio host's face as he observed your serene and content expression.

As he was about to extend a greeting, he observed Paul taking a seat next to you, drawing you into an unpleasant make out session to witness in front of everyone causing the brunette man to narrow his eyes and growl menacingly.

He couldn't dare watch this waste of space man suck on his best friend's face, which is why Alastor had been avoiding you, Paul was practically glued to your hip.

With one last glance, Alastor walked away, not taking the pain no more. Instead, he found a new sense of thrill in his hobby.

During an evening stroll to clear his mind, Alastor unexpectedly encountered a distressing situation when he heard a piercing scream emanating from a nearby alleyway.

Curious Alastor investigated the situation upon noticing a male individual on top, forcing himself on a defenceless woman being overpowered by this drunken excuse of a man.

Alastor was about to walk away when he reconsidered. He thought about what if this happened to you. This thought ignited a surge of anger within him, causing him to stride over and forcefully remove the intoxicated man from the woman. "Run," Alastor commanded. The woman, still shaken and tearful from the ordeal, expressed her gratitude before hurriedly departing.

"What the fuck your problem?" The individual rose abruptly, their countenance reflecting a state of heightened agitation.

"Preying on a woman without their consent, why I think that's very ungentlemanly like don't you think?"

The intoxicated individual squinted his eyes and expressed, "I firmly believe that she was interested in the encounter until you disrupted the opportune moment. I am certain that your spouse must be quite fond of this heroic act of yours, I bet she's a fucking animal in bed. Maybe someone like me, a real man who can handle her pleasurable needs." The drunk cackled out in disgusting spew.

Although you weren't together. Alastor couldn't help but picture the intoxicated man laying even a single finger on you as he felt his demeanour shift pulling out a pocket knife he would carry.

"Oh? Brave now are we? What's a small little knife gonna-" the intoxicated man couldn't finish his sentence as Alastor had slashed his neck, the drunk  man jaw hung low as he held his hand to his throat that poured out with his blood as he gasped for air.

His body collapsed to the ground with a thud. Alastor loomed over him, his gaze fixed intently upon him, his heart quickening within his chest.

Alastor couldn't help but let out a sudden laugh from the excitement he encountered. He stared down at the blood on the knife. Enjoying it a little too much.

Shaking out from his train of thought from the previous evening, he continued his stroll before resuming his duties at the radio station.

You pulled away from Paul as Elizabeth looked between you both, smirking. "What's that I smell?" She inhaled deeply. "Ah, I smell sex on the table." "Urgh Elizabeth!" You groaned as Paul chuckled at the red hair response.

"Don't worry, doll, I'll happily wait for you." He softly whispered while placing a gentle kiss upon the crown of your head.

With admiration and affection, you gazed upon your beloved high school sweetheart.

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Following the day at the diner, you were engaged in the process of adjusting the settings of your radio receiver in your bedroom when a particular vocalisation captured your attention, causing your eyes to abruptly open.

"Good afternoon, New Orleans! I'm your new host, Alastor. It is an honour to address you all on this beautiful afternoon."

"Oh my god..." You gasped. He did it...

You were uncertain about how to feel. Numerous thoughts raced through your mind regarding why Alastor had not shared the news with you. You experienced a combination of contentment and sorrow simultaneously.

As you were engrossed in your thoughts while seated outside your home, you failed to notice the approaching footsteps.

"Waiting for someone?" a voice softly inquired near your ear, causing you to scream and instinctively raise your hand to strike the individual.

Alastor swiftly caught your hand, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Alastor!" you exclaimed, attempting to regain your composure.

"You are so easy to startle, my dear. Considering your level of distraction, I could have easily been a serial killer approaching to abruptly end your life." He chuckled, releasing your hand.

Alastor took a seat next to you. Taking a moment to let this sink in, having him beside you again. Alastor was delighted to see you alone for once, having you all to himself.

Your eyes gradually met, being drawn into his honey-coloured eyes.

"I have missed you," you suddenly said, barely a whisper. A frown fell on Alastor's face for a moment before he looked away from your captivating (E/C) eyes.

"Kinda hard to talk to you when your uh boyfriend keeps sticking his tongue down your throat." Alastor mumbled, looking back up to you.

With a frown, you acknowledged his words. It was true that you and Paul had become inseparable since that fateful night, and it took you a while to realise it. You felt a sense of embarrassment for being overly excited about finding a romantic partner.

"I'm so sorry, Al... I guess I got drawn to having my first boyfriend, and I should be making time for you." You explained. Alastor sighed in resignation.

"By the way, congratulations. I heard you on the radio."

"You listened to it?"

"Well, I was somewhat disappointed that you didn't inform me when you first obtained the position, but your performance was impressive." You compliment.

Alastor gave you a sorrowful smile. "I invested my attention for that position. That was actually my first broadcast," Alastor confessed.

"Well, I am delighted to have had the opportunity to listen to it and the many more you intend to produce. After all, I shall undoubtedly be your number one supporter." You smiled as Alastor chuckled in response.

"Well, I am delighted to meet my most ardent admirer." He joked as you playfully gasped with your hands on your chest. "May I have an autograph, Mr. Alastor?" You playfully said.

The radio host playfully shoved you. "Get away from here, you crazy woman." "Get used to it." You teased as you both burst out in a fit of laughter.

"I see we kissed and made up?"

That abruptly stopped you and Alastor's laughing fit when you both saw your mothers standing in the doorway of your home. You had forgotten that your mother had invited Alastor's mother over for tea.

"We were never fighting?" you said, raising an eyebrow. Your mother playfully rolled her eyes and walked back inside, while Tara stared at her son with a knowing smirk before retreating back into your home.

"I made your favourite," Alastor's mother suddenly yelled, which instantly brought both of you rushing in like children again.