Four Leaf Clover (Human Alastor x Fem Reader)

5: Three Simple Words

You and Alastor have settled into a routine over the weeks. During the day, he goes to work, occasionally having days off to spend time with you. Your head injury has improved significantly, and Alastor has started allowing you to do more stuff around the house. Your strong independence attitude, which has begun showing more, is a testament to your growth. Though he still monitors you at home, he's getting better. The two of you have grown a lot closer to one another. His unwavering affection and care for you since you first met him is a constant source of comfort. He has gotten into the routine of bringing you a new bouquet whenever the old ones die off.

When you first woke, it was around the middle of spring; now, it's later in the summer. You wipe away some of the sweat accumulated on your forehead, feeling the stickiness of it. It's hot, scorching almost, and the humidity is heavy. Some days, you feel as if you're going to die of heatstroke, and Alastor always says you're being dramatic. He's not wrong, but anyone else would be dramatic with how hot it is. He's just not as affected by the heat as most people. You glance at the clock on the wall and decide you should stop mopping the hardwood floors. Alastor would be home soon, and you're too sweaty to continue. The thought of the cool shower and the relief it brings from the heat is comforting.

You take a quick shower to get rid of all the nasty funk. You pull on a pair of shorts and a tank top to keep cool. A couple of weeks back, Alastor bought you more clothes. Now you have more variety than dresses and wearing oversized T-shirts to bed. However, you still wear many dresses and sleep in oversized shirts. Alastor has accepted that you'll steal one whenever an opportunity arises. To fix the problem of all his missing shirts, he's bought more so he won't be entirely out of plain shirts. It's a minor, playful conflict that reminds you of the early days of your relationship.

You've just finished drying your hair and brushing it when you hear the front door close downstairs. Full of anticipation, a smile creeps onto your face as you set down the brush. You hurry down the steps, skipping a few at the top so Alastor won't see you're skipping some. The last time you did it in front of him, you got an earful on how you should be more careful, blah blah blah. When he comes into view, he has taken off the vest he usually wears and has laid it on the back of a chair. He constantly has to look dapper and never wears anything casual. You only see him dressed down when you're going to bed. Alastor's face lights up when he notices you. "Hey, love," he says, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Missed you."

He quickly pulls you into a hug. He's tall and lean, his arms strong around you. He picks you up and spins you around a little bit before setting you back down, both laughing. He places a big kiss on your forehead and gives you another big squeeze. You tap his shoulder several times to let you go because you can't breathe. He pulls away from you, chuckling.

"How was work today?" You ask him. He lets out a groan and throws his head back. And he calls you dramatic.

"It was going good until Susan stopped by. God, I can't stand that ornery old bitch," he mutters out the last part to himself. He let out a small laugh at his comment. You've heard a lot about this Susan lady. She's one of the people who work in the corporate sector and has been there for about 30 years. She's extended past the retiring age but won't give up working. Luckily, she doesn't come down to Alastor's broadcasting office too much, but you hear all about it when she does.

You help Alastor in the kitchen making dinner. He's home for the weekend and told you the night before he wants to start it with a good dinner. So you're having steaks tonight with mashed potatoes as the side. He's busy preparing the steaks, and you're peeling the potatoes and chopping them up. He's making you crack up with all the silly jokes he's telling you. So much so that the knife you used to peel the potatoes slipped, and you accidentally cut your finger. You let out a yelp and dropped the potato and knife you held. Alastor quickly turns around and faces you, seeing the blood accumulating on your thumb.

"What have I told you about being careful?" Alastor sternly asks you as he grabs your hand. You know he didn't mean it in a scolding way, but he was more worried. He scrutinizes the wound on your thumb. It creeped you out a bit because he seemed fascinated by the wound. But before you can think too hard about it, he's dragging you upstairs into the bathroom. He mutters to himself as he digs through the cabinets under the sink. You stand there awkwardly, watching him.

Alastor makes you sit on the bed as he cleans your thumb. You let out a hiss when the cotton ball soaked in rubbing alcohol makes contact. He glances up at you briefly before cleaning it, this time more gently. After he cleans up all the blood, he securely wraps a bandage around your thumb. He double-checks his work and lets go of your hand.

"You're lucky that it wasn't deep enough to need stitches. However, it will probably leave a scar," Alastor states as he cleans up. You stare down at your hand in your lap. Alastor notices that you look upset when he returns from the bathroom. He lets out a sigh and kneels in front of you. "I didn't mean to snap at you (Y/N), and I know you didn't hurt yourself on purpose. You tend to be a little too carefree sometimes, and I don't want to see you hurt again."

"I know," you whisper to him. He uses a finger to lift your chin so you meet his gaze. You're (e/c) eyes staring deep into his brown ones. He caresses your cheek and stands up.

"Come on, let's go back downstairs. However, I'm finishing the cooking, and don't you argue with me about it," Alastor tells you. He extends his hand out to you, which you take. He pulls you up onto your feet, and you walk back downstairs.

"Does this mean I can cook tomorrow?" you ask.

"Depends on if I let you," Alastor responds. You playfully punch his shoulder, which makes him laugh.

You're both downstairs now and have returned to what you were doing previously. Only this time, you're not cooking; you're just watching Alastor cook. He continues to joke around with you, making you laugh. You also converse with him as he tells you stories about his past. A comfortable silence fills the room as Alastor focuses on cooking the steaks. However, that silence doesn't last long as a three-word sentence breaks it.

"I love you."