Four Leaf Clover (Human Alastor x Fem Reader)

9: The Loneliest Diamond in the World

Alastor's weekend has ended, and he has gone back to work. While you knew it was coming, you missed him. You forgot how lonely it felt being at the house by yourself all the time. But alas, the routine the two of you had before his weekend came back. He went to work, and you stayed home alone, finding things to do around the house. Summer has ended, and you're in the early stages of fall. The weather is nice enough to spend time outside, but not at night. Once filled with laughter and warmth, the house now feels cold and empty.

Alastor's return from work is delayed, and he mentions the busyness of his schedule. He casually brings up another hunting trip, a topic that stirs a mix of emotions within you. You find yourself gazing out of the office window, your eyes searching for something beyond the town, a friend perhaps. The weight of loneliness is suffocating, and you yearn for a companion to share your days with. It's not that you don't appreciate Alastor's company; it's just that you ache for more, for a deeper connection. The thought of another day spent alone is unbearable.

Alastor's voice comes on the radio, snapping you out of your thoughts. A smile tugs at your lips as you listen to his broadcast. The radio has become a lifeline, a source of comfort and connection when Alastor cannot be there physically. You can almost smell the coffee he's brewing in the background, and the sound of his voice fills the room with warmth. He talks about the local news, which allows you to get some insight into what goes on in the outside world. But you still yearn to go out there. Be around others and explore the town. Alastor's voice goes silent, and the next jazz tune comes onto the radio, enveloping you in its familiar warmth.

You find yourself sighing heavily, your gaze returning to the window. The leaves on the trees, once vibrant with life, are now changing colors and falling off. The wind outside keeps you confined to the office, adding to the suffocating monotony of your days. You've repeated the same activities and read the same books, and the thought of another day like this fills you with deep sadness. You've scanned the bookshelves, hoping to find something to distract you, but nothing seems to capture your interest. The longing for something more, something different, is overwhelming.

You've spent the rest of the day curled up against the window. You are occasionally listening to what Alastor says over the radio. But you're wrapped up in your thoughts. A few tears occasionally leave your eyes. You miss something, but you can't remember what you miss. You feel it in your heart like there's a hole in you, a missing piece. Tears start streaming down your cheeks. You're sniffling and rubbing your eyes aggressively with your sleeves, your emotional turmoil becoming more evident.

"What's wrong, ma fleur innocente," a familiar voice says from behind. You turn to see Alastor, his voice a balm to your wounded soul. You sniffle, trying to compose yourself and wipe away the last traces of tears. You give him a tight smile, but it's clear to him that you're not okay. Alastor, your partner and the only person you have is the one you long to share your days with.

"It's nothing, Al," you say to him, but he sees right through you. He walks over to you and gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. He scans your face, his eyes searching for the truth. He lets out a long sigh, a mixture of concern and frustration, and lets go of your face. "You don't have to hide your feelings from me, you know," he says softly. "I'm here for you, always."

"Sweetie, I know there's something wrong. Why don't you talk to me?" Alastor's voice breaks through the silence, but you find yourself unable to articulate your feelings. You're embarrassed by the depth of your emotions, unsure if Alastor would understand. You're not even sure how you're feeling; everything is just so confusing. You bring a hand to your head as a headache starts to form. Alastor lets out a sigh and takes a step back. "I have dinner prepared, so why don't we go downstairs and eat." The words stick in your throat, unable to escape.

The two of you eat in silence. You don't know what to say to Alastor. You know he wants you to talk to him, but you can't bring yourself. You're torn between the fear of his anger and the need to express your loneliness. You slowly get lost in your thoughts again. What does your future hold for you? Are you going to spend the rest of your life trapped in here? You're not hurt anymore, so why can't Alastor let you go out?

"Darling?" Alastor says gently. You didn't realize you had started crying. You look up at him with your watery eyes and gaze into his. His eyebrows are furrowed with worry for you. You haven't acted like this before; he must learn how to help. If only you could tell him what was wrong. There's a chain wrapped around your vocal cords, and you cannot tell him how you feel. Your heart is screaming at him from the inside, all your pain and loneliness. But yet, you stay quiet. Alastor grabs your face and wipes your tears away. "Come now, mon amour, let's sit in the living room. If you want to talk to me, you can, but it's okay if you don't. I'll never force you to speak if you don't want to."

He leads you into the living room and sits beside you on the couch. You instinctively curl up beside him, leaning on his shoulder. One of his arms wraps around your shoulder. His fingers get tangled in your (h/c) locks as he scratches your head. Your body relaxes against his; your crying has stopped. You're left feeling this empty void in your chest. Your mind is numb. You're tired; you want to go to bed. The two of you stay like that for a while. A peaceful quiet fills the room, and in his presence, you feel a glimmer of hope, a reassurance that you're not alone in this.

"I'm lonely, Al," you whisper to him.

"Why do you feel that way, dear?" Alastor asks.

"Well, it's just that I don't have anyone when you're not here. It gets lonely around the house," you explain. He lets out a slight hum at your response.

"And I suppose me working later isn't helping your feelings?" he asks.

"No, it doesn't," you say softly. Alastor lets out a small chuckle, which confuses you. Does he find this entertaining? He looks down at you with a soft smile.

"How about this? I'll tell you what I've been up to, so you won't have to worry so much anymore," he says. You nod softly at him. He kisses your forehead gently before he goes into his story. "Yes, I've been staying out later than usual, but I have good intentions. When you had your accident, your engagement ring broke, which is why you only have your wedding band. So I've been working later than usual to save up some money to get you a new one. I've also been staying out longer, searching for a new ring for you. One that fits you perfectly and almost matches up to your beauty. I've finally found the perfect one for you today. I hoped to give it to you in a better situation, but I think you need it now."

He reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a velvet ring box. He hands it to you to open. Inside, you find a white gold ring with a marquise-cut diamond in the center and two smaller round ones next to it—your heart flutters in your chest. You start feeling slightly sour because you thought he was leaving you alone. But all this time, he was doing it for you. He takes the ring out of the box and slides it on your finger with a smile.

"There we go, all complete now," Alastor says. He looks at your hand with a smile on his face. You must admit, it does look complete now that the engagement and wedding band are on. He kisses the back of your hand softly before letting it go.

"Thanks, Al," you say to him. He gives you a big smile.

"That's not a problem, dear. Why don't we clean up dinner and go to bed?" Alastor suggests. You nod at him, and that's what you do. You feel slightly better; your worries have calmed down significantly. However, you feel like there is still something missing in your life. But what?

(A/N): Hoped you all like this chapter. The next chapter might take a little while to get released. I'm starting a nine day straight work week. Hope I don't die.