Alastor x Reader Oneshots *Slow Updates*

"I do Love You"

A/N: we working with new chapter formats. yes

Fem!Human!Reader
Human!Alastor
Warning: Angst, gore

Y/N's Pov:
1929 Louisiana

I looked at myself in the mirror.  Who even was I? I had dark bags around my eyes from the many sleepless nights, my completion was a bit paler than in the past. Alastor never hit me, that's not the problem. I don't love him. I thought I did. Then I lost the feeling and I can't get them back. But if im being honest I don't think he loves me either. Sometimes he acts like it other times, eh not so much. He made me quit my job to say at the house, To be a mere housewife. I don't understand why though. He's somewhere, killing something (someone) while im all alone. I'd be a liar if I said that this solitude wasn't affecting me mentally. And having a company is out of the picture.  I wanted kids, but kids are annoying, I wanted a cat or a dog, but animals are too noisy and messy. I haven't even mentioned how fast they're little things that will change his mood.

Ya know, he threatened to kill me if I left him but now I think more and more about taking him up on that offer.

Abruptly, I was interrupted by my thoughts when I heard the door open.
"Welcome home Alastor, dear!" I said internally cringing. "Hello, love." He smiled at me. reaching his hand up to me. I flinched. He looked pissed. Thankfully,  he said nothing about the matter. Thank God. "H-how was work,   Alastor?" I asked as I stumbled on my words.  "My dear, you flinched, do I frighten you?" he asked, sounding sad unbeknownst to me he was wearing his famous shit-eating grin. "No, not at all, im just a bit tired," I said pointedly below my eyes.  The bags under my eyes were very visible. They were a purple-ish tent wish contrasted very heavily against my skin.

"My, come now, You go get some rest and I prepare dinner."

I nod and return to make my way to the bedroom. I lied my head on the pillow.

I hate this room.
I hate my life with him
I don't want to be trapped here anymore.

I sat up and looked over, Alastor didn't lock his pocket knife collection. I chuckled, he never this careless, though it's our bedroom so maybe he doesn't feel the need to lock it. Besides he probably still thinks I'm completely in love with him.

Flashbacks*
1

920 Louisiana:

"My dear, you're quite the bearcat." His smile was malicious to hurt or kill. He grabbed my cheek, "you do know I could very easily do away with you, right now." I nodded. " I don't care, I love you."

"Love." he scoffed, "You love me?" He picked up a small handheld gun, a Colt M1911A1, "Prove it. All you have to do is blow that sap. He right over there." He handed me the gun. " Aim and shoot."

Without any hesitation, I fired the gun but nothing became of it. Alastor started to laugh. the gun was empty. "My dear, how exciting you were going to shoot him!"

He pulls my chin up and plants his lips on mine. "I think I'll like you, but you haven't proven anything yet," he started to untie me. He placed a knife in my hand. Now actually kill him. I slowly approach the man while mouthing 'sorry' 

As I raised the knife I closed my eyes and plunge it into the man's chest. I took my hands off and placed them to my sides to keep them from shaking. 'It will all be worth it.' I thought to myself.