{An Artist's Passion (Alastorxfem!Reader}

{CHAPTER 31: I love you My Fawn/My Muse}

Third POV

Ever since Alastor rescued her, y/n reverted back to that recluse she was for those seven long years he was gone. The only difference was, now, he got to see it. 

The wolves followed her everywhere in worry. She hardly left her room. And when she did, it was only for a few minutes, to get some food or a drink, and only at night when she was sure everyone was asleep.

 Everyone was concerned about her and they all tried coming to see her, only to be turned away by Snow and occasionally Nightmare in her place. 

She had gained back what weight she had lost during her captivity and her face and hair were looking healthier. But her eyes still looked dead. 

The only time they didn't was when she was drawing or painting. The only one she would allow anywhere near her was Alastor.

 He was the only one who got to see her slow but steady improvement. In fact, he had moved everything he owned into her room in order to see more of it.

 He saw how she refused to leave, refused to see the others due to fear.

 A part of him loved it.

 After all, she was supposed to be his and only his. 

But it also hurt him. Seeing the one he loved not act like herself scared him. Seeing how she clung to him in fear anytime someone approached the door broke his hardened heart. 

She only ever looked at him now. She refused to even look at Angel.

 Alastor was the only one she trusted. That was the conclusion she came to based on the fact he was the only one who had actually gone in to get her. 

Sure, she had seen the others waiting outside as he carried her out, holding her bridal style close to his chest as she clung to his shirt as if it were life support. 

But none of them had gone in and helped. So, she concluded that they didn't care for her as much as they said they did. And in that case, why should she associate with them?

 She sighed, thinking of all this as she sat in front of her canvas, painting. When she started this piece she didn't know what she would do. But she had finally found inspiration. 

Picking up her brush and dipping it in her paint she began to create the image in her mind. Alastor sat on the couch in their room, Snow and Nightmare resting their heads on his lap as he read.

 After a while, he heard the slight 'shush' sound of the brush and looked up toward her. His permanent smile softened as he watched. 

This was the woman he remembered. The one he met that day all those years ago in Rosie's shop. The one whose eyes lit up with psychic passion that drove her to create. 

He looked back to his book as the brush against the canvas softly filled the room with the sounds of the patchwork woman's imagination. After a while, she was done and stood up.

 She approached Alastor slowly, placing a hand softly on his arm. "My Muse," she said softly, "Would you like to see?" Alastor looked up at her nodding and moving the wolves' heads from his lap as he stood. 

He walked over to the canvas and stopped in front of it, eyes widening as he looked at the painting she had completed. It depicted everyone in the hotel during the final battle but with a twist.

 Everyone that survived had died and y/n and Alastor stood atop the bodies. A shadow fell over y/n's eyes as the deer demon looked. He turned his head to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "My Fawn. My love. What is this?"

 She looked up at him, her mismatched eyes filled with venomous hate. "They didn't go in to help you save me," she grabbed his shirt and pulled his face to hers, "So, I painted them dead. As we stand atop their bodies, showing them we don't need them." 

Alastor's eyes widened as he looked into hers. He never meant for her to fall so far that she would think of killing her friends. In fact, that was the very reason he told them to stay outside, it was to protect them. 

His hands shook as he placed them on her shoulders, resting his forehead on hers. "My love. I told them to stay outside" he said sorrowfully. 

Y/n froze. 

"What?" 

She pulled away her eyes filled with guilt. Alastor nodded in confirmation. Y/n hugged herself as she shook, looking at the canvas. 

"S-so then. They were going to. B-but you stopped them?" Alastor nodded again. Tears of guilt slipped down her face as she approached the canvas. 

She picked it up. Ran her fingers over the surface. And threw it to the ground, smashing it to pieces. She wanted to get rid of the thought of killing them, of them dying, and of the hate she had ever even thought of feeling towards them.

 She fell to the ground crying.

 Alastor knelt down and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't worry dear. It's going to be ok." Y/n shook her head.

 "No. I wanted them dead for abandoning me. But I was wrong." 

Alastor tightened his hold on her. "It's ok. We're all wrong sometimes right?" Y/n nodded and finally hugged him back. She sighed before responding. 

"Yes. But one thing I wasn't wrong about," she paused, pulling back and cupping his face with her hands, "Was falling for you." 

She pulled him in and the two overlords shared a soft passionate kiss. Pulling away they both breathed. 

"I love you My Fawn/My Muse."