Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

44. Unforgiven

***Warning: mention of sexual assult, the events aren't really described, not in a whole lot of detail at least, but feelings/aftermath are, chapter summary at the begging of the next one.

*** Your POV ***

You came downstairs and ate the sandwiches from the cafe which were actually pretty good, but Alastor being the food snob that he was vowed to make you breakfast from now because he could do it better. Which you were not going to complain about.

You asked him to teleport you some of your clothes, which he did along side any essentials. You spent most of the day exploring his manor which was filled with knickknacks and books. There was also quite a bit of land that he owned and made in to a forest. A few walks around there explained the light smell of pine that always lingered on him.

At this point it was getting late and you two had decided to put on some music and relax on the couch for a little while after changing into some comfier clothes. Well, you switched into a loose tank top and shorts, Alastor opted for a pair of flannel pajamas pants, pants only. It turns out he ran at almost 102 degrees due to his deer side, which is what made him feel like a furnace. But it also meant he often lost his shirt when trying to get comfortable. Though, you were the first person that he did this in front of for two reasons. One, he didn't like the scars on his skin, and two because of the tail. It often wagged when his emotions were showing and apparently was borderline impossible for him to control, unlike his ears which he mostly was able to keep still after years of practice. As it turns out part of the reason he wore the tail coat and always tucked in his shirts is to help cover and keep the tail in place because he felt self conscious about it.

Alastor couldn't help reminisce in his head about the difference between now, and when he first came to your room asking for your to help him with his wound. He hated having you see him wounded, all of his scars and the stupid tail. But now, it felt good. He even liked to watch your face as you admired him from the side, like he was doing now. Absolutely giddy at your adoring expression. These were parts of himself he hated, and yet your eyes marveled at them like they were precious jewels, and it was hard to really hate them as you did so.

He finished creating a cozy little spot on the couch and you cuddled up together, your head on his chest as you run circles with your fingers on his skin. It felt so good to be pressed up against him like this, like his warmth was permeating your entire body. He was holding you around your shoulders with one arm, the furs slightly pulled down to allow a cool breeze to hit you both, as he did his own caressing of your collarbone.

"Y/n?" He piped up quietly, his voice sounding a little uncertain. Like he wanted to ask something, but was unsure of himself.

"Yes love?"

"Did... Vox... try anything? Besides asking you to dinner which I gather you immediately shut down."

"No he backed off pretty quick once he realized I was with you." You said truthfully, "He did say something about you but honestly I am not sure how much of it was to get pity points out of me."

"What do you mean?" Alastor adjusted a pillow with other arm to prop up his head so he could look at you, and you moved your chin up to face him.

"He said he was in love with you for years. So its was like not only was I off the market, I was with the person he was fruitlessly pining for."

"Oh." Alastor breathed out, looking up at the ceiling. "Well. He wasn't lying. I knew. We used to be friends you see, we would even go live together sometimes. He confessed, but I never thought of him that way, or anyone until you if I'm being entirely honest. I didn't really mind it either. I just said no and ignored it. Until..." Alastor's voice broke and he swallowed hard.