Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

“We shared an intimate moment on our wedding night, my dear. In my point of view, there is no reason for us to repeat such actions.” Alastor said in an uninterested tone, giving a light jerk to his newspaper, crossing one leg over the other.

You stood with your mouth hanging open, gripping the tablecloth in one hand while in the other a wooden spoon, glaring daggers at the back of his head. Despite this being an arranged marriage, you two decided to go along with it purely for the sake of both your families. This intimate moment, he speaks of with such concealed disdain, was consumed approximately eight months ago. God forbid, you weren’t made of iron, and just like any human being, you have desires and fantasies that you have always wished to fulfill.

Alastor never cared much for anything besides his mother, career, and his narcissistic self. Where were you in the middle of all that? Just a front to boost his fame as Louisiana’s dearest host. Your needs and worries were only of importance to you, as long as they did not get in his way because for Alastor everything was perfectly fine. 

Oh, of course, everything would be fine for him. Your dreams of a career ended the moment you said ‘yes’, so you must be required to be a housewife, hold up, an obedient housewife. Now that’s more like it. While you behave, he goes out to dance with flappers, and drink with his work buddies and sometimes you’d not see him in endless nights until he returned and stayed for days on end. “What time will dinner be ready, sweetheart?”

“It’s almost ready.” You gripped the wooden spoon, jutting your chin upwards, returning to the kitchen.

“Ah, very good then.” He began humming, chuckling as he read the news. “Another young aimless soul ripped from this world by the Hunter. When will these young people learn that it is dangerous to roam around the woods? I will never understand.” He commented with a sigh. “Listen to this one, my love. “The Mayor, Connor Anderson, will propose in the next town meeting a creation of a specialized team to catch the serial killer, Hunter.” Can you believe that this dandy is going to spend our tax money on creating a team of imbeciles to catch this vile man? Unbelievable. ”

“This could be the work of multiple men.” You said with an unbothered expression, setting the table. 

“Indeed it could.”

“Or maybe it's a woman.” 

The sound of a loud joyous laugh made you jolt, almost causing you to spill the dinner. You set the food in the center of the table, narrowing your eyes at Alastor who folded the newspaper, setting it aside, before walking to the table. He wiped a non-existent tear from his right eye, reaching for you, pinching your left cheek before letting you go and pulling his dining chair. ”Don’t be silly, women are incapable of committing such horrendous crimes.” He grabbed a napkin, unfolding it in one smooth motion before placing it on his lap. “Your sense of humor would be very appreciated on the radio, dearest. I am pretty sure my listeners would love to hear your adorable conspiracies.”

You looked to the side, opting to start serving dinner and continuing to hear him blab about trivial things. “It smells delicious. You know, I always admired your cooking.” Alastor smiled, uncrossing his fingers, accepting with a hungry look, the plate of food you were giving him. “I dare to say that you are almost on my mother’s level. Almost.”

You prevented a sigh to leave your lips, sitting down in front of him, and putting a small portion of food onto your plate. You had lost your appetite but forced your stomach to take in anything just to prevent him from berating you about the importance of a good meal and food wasting. After this, he’d help you with the dishes, drink a cup of strong black coffee and listen to jazz on the radio before retreating for the night.

You went to the room, and closed the door softly, leaning against it. You don’t love him, you never did, but this marriage…it had to happen. And it shocked you when you ended up finding out that the man that courted you so passionately was bland, sexist, and a jerk. But, you noticed that he was like this only for you. In every other interaction with friends, family, and even strangers, Alastor was a pleasant, charming, and entertaining gentleman. There was no denying that he was very intelligent, good at his job, and many other things, but to you, despite being very polite, he was just bland and insufferable. Nothing as he presented himself to be when he courted you.

After you dressed to sleep, you laid in bed with your back turned to the vanity, curling your toes, and pursing your lips as Alastor closed the door and began undressing. His humming turned soft and inconsistent when he got in bed. “Goodnight, my dearest.” Alastor planted a quick kiss on your head, before turning to his side. 

“Goodnight.” You replied in a quiet voice, glaring into the darkness, gripping the covers tightly against your chest. You knew, you knew why he insisted on sleeping in the same bed as you despite the anti-touch rule he imposed feverishly. He did it to spite you, and it got worse each time you commented about physical touch. Doesn't he know his mother and your parents are pressuring you to have a child? You don’t want to bring a baby to this world with him, but rather with Arthur, your true love. Rumors will soon start to spread that you are barren, and that you’re unfit to have children, hence a bad apple. Oh, his fangirls would die to have that on the tip of their tongues.

Alastor could have given you up the moment you both shared a bed, no bleeding occurred and the entrance was too easy compared to a pure dame. But he didn’t care, he just fucked you, said some pretty words and rolled to his side before gathering his clothes and sleeping in the guest room. You had the concept that he thought of you as immoral and adulterated, thinking that he’d shame you and your name. You cannot tell how anxious you felt when you approached him intending to apologize for not being untouched, however, he continued acting like nothing was wrong, so you went with the flow.

Shutting your eyes and lips, you pressed the side of your face deeper on the pillow, gripping the covers as tightly as you could, feeling the weight shift on the bed. Alastor emitted a long, deep audible sigh that fanned against your exposed neck, making you stuck in a breath. He put one long, slender arm over your tense, immobile figure, scooching so close that you felt his chest pressing against your back. You swallowed hard, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as his whispering voice hovered above your ear. “ I am sorry if I offended you, my love. ”

“Let me sleep.” You said, glaring and rolling your shoulder as a way to push him away. 

“Would you like to take a stroll with me?” He asked, prompting one elbow and resting his head against his hand, gently running a hand over the curve of your body. “I am particularly inclined to visit my mother and then, perhaps, your parents. What do you say?”

Of course, he’d want to leave the house with you to put on a show so everyone can bask in the perfect couple having their lovely stroll together. After all, they have to keep up appearances. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

“Hmm, yes, but I have time. I mean, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t pay attention to my dearest?” 

“We’ll see tomorrow.” You retorted, tensing as he rubbed the tip of his nose against your right cheek. 

“Would you like me to hold you a little bit more?”

“I’d like to sleep, please.”

“Alright, there’s no need for you to make a fuss.” He chuckled, retreating to his side of the bed. Your body immediately lost all the heat he had produced. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night.” 

And with that, you drifted to sleep after him, where you’d wake up in the morning in an empty bed, house, and a loveless childless marriage. You should have said no when this ridiculous idea about union had come into your life, but only if you had a say. Now, bear the consequences of a fruitless destiny where your freedom died a long time ago. 

“I’m going to the hairdresser.” You said, purse in hand, watching as Alastor looked at you from head to toe. “I’ll be home late.” 

He glanced at the watch. “At this hour?”

“Well, yes. I could only get a vacancy for this hour, Justine has had an influx of customers since the shoe factory reopened.”

“With a serial killer on loose?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, standing behind his desk with a paper in his left hand, his glasses resting at the tip of his nose. “What if something happens to you, what will it be of me?” 

“There is no need to-!.”

”Absolutely not.”

“I will be with my friends in a safe place with a lot of watchful eyes.” You pulled out a red lipstick, retouching your lips before smacking them together. “Don’t worry I will be fine.”

“Well, if that’s the case, I shall accompany you to make sure you’ll get there safely.”

“That will not be necessary.” You stopped him with one hand. “Louise and her brother are picking me up down the street. And truth be told, I rather not have a legion of fans, my friends included, all over you while I am trying to get my hair done.”

”Oh, oh, oh, you look adorable when you’re jealous.''Alastor smiled, sitting back down, and waving a hand dismissively. ” Alright then, go on, my dear. Enjoy yourself.”

”See you later. Oh and don’t wait up.” With that, you left the house, not waiting to hear his response, but keeping printed in your mind his smile. 

It felt like an eternity when you reached your destiny, the anticipation of falling into Arthur’s arms prompted you to accelerate your pace, not even the thought of a serial killer on the loose would keep you from finding comfort and love after a year. You and he had stopped seeing each other when Alastor came into your life. Every passing day you’d dwell on your happy memories that it went from your picnics, where you two would be sprawled out on the grass, holding hands while pointing at clouds, guessing what funny shapes they took to entertain you both, to the dances and theaters where your night would always end up with passion.

You had rebelled against your parents' decision in getting you into an arranged marriage. Never once coming with a logical explanation on why they would do this. They were always very casual, never restricting you from doing what you wanted, and always supporting your decisions and dreams. Until that day, when you got a visit from your husband-to-be and his mother. It was pointless to reject, no matter how much you cried, begged, and threatened to take your life in a desperate attempt to stop their settlement from taking place. They called it, tantrums that would eventually die off.

When you stepped down the stairs, dressed in one of your prettiest dresses, one you came to hate, you had lost your voice when you saw who the groom was. Everyone around took your silence as a pleasant shock since Alastor was not only a well-known star but also one of the most coveted bachelors. In reality, your head was just full of questions. Why him? You two had never crossed paths before, so where did this sentence come from?

As you turned around the corner, a hand quickly covered your mouth and an arm encircled your waist, pulling you. You screamed against it, thrashing like a madwoman when you heard a snicker turning into laughter. “Shh, it’s just me.” Arthur let you go, raising his left elbow to protect himself as you beat him with your purse.

“You jerk.” You panted, adjusting your hat with a pout on your lips. “I should leave because of this.”

“You’ll do no such thing.” Arthur smiled, cupping your face, and lowering his head, rubbing his nose against yours. “I missed you so much.” He tried to kiss you but you pushed him away, only for him to grab your hand and take you toward the kindergarten’s trapdoor.

“We don’t have much time.” You said, looking around and hurriedly getting in before anyone could see you.

“Is he at home?” Arthur asked, closing the trapdoor, and taking your hand as he led you through the long corridors.

"You haven't been able to get a house yet?"

"On my janitor's salary?" Arthur looked over his shoulder, his glossy hazel eyes hiding a hint of shame in them. “I’m lucky to have enough to eat. And the Kindergarten director is kind enough to let me live here.”

You lowered your eyes, feeling like an idiot for asking such a question. Arthur did not have much, and he did the best he could to have a decent life, always having a positive attitude no matter how the world treated him. He was simple and kind, always grateful for whatever opportunity he got. And you loved him with all your heart.

“Here we are.” He let go of your hand, taking his keys from his back pocket and unlocking a scratchy-looking door. “Ladies first.” He stepped aside, letting you in. “Are you hungry?”

“For you.” You said, putting your purse on the small school desk he used as a dining table. You had given up the thought that Alastor could have a mistress somewhere. It didn’t bother you anymore, you simply didn’t care if he did. In fact, you wish he did, so if he gets caught his reputation would have a toll, you’d be able to fall on the good graces as a housewife who did everything to please him, because just like him, you keep your reputation up thanks to your upbringing and last name. And also, so you don’t feel bad for seeking gold somewhere else. 

Arthur laughed, closing the door, giving two long strides towards the small blue porcelain Wedgewood wood cook stove. “I made your favorite.”

You crossed your arms, walking slowly around the decent spacious room, a smile growing on your lips as your eyes caught the sight of one of the first pictures you took together. You dressed as a mime and Arthur as a flapper. You never had as much fun as you did that day. Everyone loved your costumes, that you had almost won the competition if you two hadn't disappeared at the last minute. “Arthur.” You walked up behind him, shoving your hands under his tank top, your perfect almond-shaped nails gently scratching his skin from his abs to his chest. You leaned your head against his warm back, hearing him sigh with a small laugh. You didn’t have much time, all you wanted was to become one with him, to love him, and forget the miserable life you were having without his constant presence.

You grabbed his left arm by his bicep, pulling him back. “Wait, don’t you want to eat what I cooked for you?”

You only smiled sweetly, feeling victorious once he set the cooking pot aside and his hands cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours. The kisses immediately turned wild and sloppy, quivering hands fumbled with each other's clothing, doing a tremendous effort to not tear it up and give in to the wildest of desires. Arthur parted from you, removing his tank top and quickly smacking his lips against yours. He twirled you both, never breaking physical contact, sidestepping around the furniture as if their positions were engraved in his memory, feeling the bed against the back of his legs. 

“Don’t leave marks.” You begged, eyes closed and running your hands on his dark locks. “Please.”

He sat down with you straddled on his lap, moving his lips to your neck as you exposed it to allow him further access. His hands gripped your ass, forcing you to move along his clothed erection. Unbuttoning your summer dress, letting it fall around your shoulders, and pooling around your waist, you sighed when his mouth took in your nipples that stood perked at the coldness of the room. Arthur kissed and sucked them, making a popping sound as he let go of one of your nipples, ready to mouth the other when you pushed yourself out of his lap, removing your shoes that caused you much distress before kneeling in front of him, unzipping his pants, mouth salivating as his pulsating hard cock hopped out. 

A delighted desperate sigh left his lips as he leaned back, looking at you with a begging expression on his handsome face, as he caressed the right side of your face. Pumping his shaft, you gave it one long lick before shoving it whole inside your balmy wet mouth, hearing him hiss. You closed your eyes as they rolled back, bobbing your head nonstop. Your defiant side told you to make him moan louder instead of letting him suppress such whimsical sounds, to say fuck it, let's get caught and be alive again.

But you knew better than to go along with it. Not only was there a lot to lose, but it would look extremely bad to be caught having sex with a man other than your husband in a freaking kindergarten’s basement-turned-room. Arthur would most probably be arrested and lose the little he had, and you’d be shunned, disowned, and have your name forever soiled, even though many people indulged in extra-marital affairs.

You felt his cock twitching inside your mouth, its veins brushing against the walls of your cheeks. You brought a hand down, feeling the scarce hair as you rolled the tips of your fingers against your clit, the wetness slicking out of you, pooling down at your panties. You hummed, your mouth straining with each bobbing. 

Arthur released a breathy moan, his hand grabbing your couche hat and tossing it aside, before taking a hold of your head and getting up. You let go of his cock, standing on both your knees, letting go of pussy to hold onto his thighs, as he fucked your mouth with a consistent pace. You gurgled with each thrust, the muscles of your mouth relaxing due to the building strain. Saliva fell from your lips as Arthur pulled his cock out, his hands taking a hold of you by your arms, pulling you up and kissing you. 

You heard your knees popping and quivering, happy that you have not removed your dark brown stocking, hoping to at least keep your knees from having much bruising. Not that Alastor would notice, he never saw you naked, not even on your wedding night.

Arthur’s cock brushed against your exposed abdomen, as he fully removed your dress. You stepped out of the soft fabric that fell at your feet, laid down on his thin mattress, and grabbed his face before he could go down. “ We don’t have much time. ” You whispered in a soft quavering voice, bringing the painful reminder that you two would not wake up in each other's arms the next morning, afternoon, or night. He looked deep into your eyes, slowly planting ghostly kisses on your satin skin, taking a hold of his cock, and running it between your sleek lips, easily finding your entrance, thrusting you with a slow deliberate move.

You let go of his lips, moving upward with the intrusion, feeling ecstasy splitting you in thousands of shards, your spongy walls constricting around his cock, gladly welcoming him. Putting your chin on his shoulder, you sank your nails into his back, pressing your knees on his sides. The lack of physical touch had contributed to a hunger that needed to be satisfied at all costs.

The bed creaked with the movement, your soft voice called to him, murmuring and professing in his ear the genuine love you harbored deeply in your heart for him.

His thrusts, gentle and relentless, gradually grew from steady to a frenzy, ramming his hips hard against yours, gritting his teeth as he watched you moving your head from side to side, your breasts bouncing with each shove. You wanted the moment to be prolonged to enjoy it properly, but you couldn’t. You had to return to your house, to…your husband. Where he’d most probably be either locked in his study, out, or even already sleeping. Hopefully, he'll be sleeping and leave for work before he’d prepared you breakfast. 

The room illuminated by an incandescent lamp was hot, smelling of perfume and sweat. Muffled breathy moans vibrated around you both in an erotic explosion of passion and desperation. Quality time has been greatly reduced to quick moments like these, where there was plenty of abundant love to give and take, with little time to do so. 

Encircling your arms around Arthur’s neck, you brought him closer, kissing him firmly, regretting not letting him go down on you so you could taste yourself. You were almost out of breath, moaning while sinking your teeth in your lower lip, holding his gaze. You shut your eyes tightly, urgently clinging onto him as your glittering body began convulsing. “I can’t take it anymore.” You cried between breaths, fear, madness, joy, and excitement blended perfectly, catapulting you to a blanket of stars until you came down crashing hard against a cliff. 

You panted heavily, still adrift in your own bliss, caressing Arthur’s back as he kept pounding into you, until he too reached his peak, spilling himself deep inside of you, making sure to stay a little longer, savoring your clenching walls that insisted in milking him a little bit more. 

His pants fanned over your face, hissing lowly when he removed himself from you, leaving you feeling hollow. You saw him resting the back of his hand over his closed eyes, his chest coated in sweat, rising and falling. He brought your hand over his lips kissing it, as you laid your head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, allowing your own aching heart to resume its normal beat. “ Stay .” He murmured, drowning you in silence. “ Runaway with me. I will give you the whole world.” He trailed his fingertips along your soft skin, afraid to look at you. ” I promise. ” 

“I can’t.” You replied weakly, playing with his chest hair, pursing your lips. “There is a lot on my plate.” Arthur did not say a word, instead opting to keep his eyes on the ceiling as you got up, and picked your clothes, not looking behind you.

“Am I supposed to wait when I die?”

“Don’t be silly, Arthur. You know it’s not that easy.”

“It is. Just get your things and we will leave tonight.” He stood up with a heavy sigh, pulling his pants up, and zipping them. “Just bring the necessary things, and don’t worry about the rest.”

“Arthur.” You said in a patronizing tone, pulling your hair back, and shoving your hat on your head. You radiated with love and desire every time you looked at him, but things couldn’t be done so hastily. “I-I have my family, I don’t-!”

Arthur’s shoulders slightly slumped, his eyes avoiding yours as he grabbed your purse and gave it to you.“Leave, before your husband gets all worried up for you.”

“I didn’t mean to sound…Look… I am sorry. I love you. You are very important to me, but you can’t ask me to leave just like that.”

“You should go.” He walked past you, towards the door. “It’s getting late.”

You put your shoes on and walked out of the room with him following closely behind you, opening the trap door for you to leave. When you came up, the sky was already dark and the chilling breeze of the night dried your still sweaty body. Horror settled in as you were afraid that once you opened the door, Alastor would be there, waiting for you. “Do you want me to accompany you?” Arthur asked, looking at the back of your head.

“No, it’s fine.” You rejected quickly, gripping your purse, and looking at him sideways before turning to leave. “I have to go. Goodbye.”

“I love you.” You halted at the soft sound of his voice, turning around and offering him a sad smile. 

“I love you too.” With that said, you placed a hand on your hat and sprinted towards your house. Praying to God, you wouldn’t come across anyone and that your disheveled appearance wouldn’t be noticed. 

That night you had returned to an empty house with a neatly written note from your husband on the dining table, telling you he had to make a quick visit to his mother. You felt relieved, taking your time to cry on the toilet over your life, Arthur, and dreams, until allowing panic to eat you alive as you did everything to clean yourself the best you could, begging your own body to not get pregnant. But everything ended up just fine. A week after that night, you did not see Arthur around town doing his errands, Alastor did not notice anything out of the ordinary and your body stood by your side.

“Alastor.”

“Mr. O’Bannyon, how are you?” Alastor’s voice was always as cheerful as ever. 

“Good afternoon, Madam.” The older man, Alastor’s boss, took off his hat, the afternoon sun reflecting on his balding head, as he bowed down to kiss your hand, his thick gray mustache tickling your skin. “It is always a pleasure to see you. How is married life treating you?”

“It’s good to see you too, Mr. O'Banyon." You looked at Alastor who smiled sweetly down at you. “Alastor is a wonderful husband. I couldn’t have asked for better.”

“Indeed you couldn’t.” The man laughed kindheartedly with both hands on his stomach. “Many damsels were expecting to have his last name, but I do believe he’s the lucky one to marry such beauty as you.” 

“I am a lucky man.” Alastor bent down and kissed your cheek, smiling as always. “My beautiful wife is one of a kind.”

“Well, I won’t be taking more of your time. ”The man smiled, his eyes almost shutting with the action.”Alastor, my boy. I just wanted to congratulate you on those reports. You are the soul of our station.”

“You flatter me, Mr. O'Banyon."

“I hope to see you two at my dinner party this week.”

“We’d be delighted.” Alastor chuckled, patting your hand.

“Well then, I should make my leave now. Good day and enjoy this wonderful afternoon stroll.” With that the man bid farewell and left, whistling a tune of his own.  

“Mrs. O'Banyon's birthday is next week, after the dinner party.” Alastor commented, looking at how the rich green leaves brushed against each other with the soft breeze. “We are expected to attend it.”

“I heard a rumor about his wife being an ex-madam of a bordello in New York.” You commented, looking at the tip of your shoes. “And that she took over shortly after the passing of her mother.”

“Darling.” Alastor looked down at you with one eyebrow raised, his steps slowing to a stop. “It is very rude to make such assumptions over some rubbish rumors. Is this how you spend your time?”

“I am just commenting with you what the others say about her in their back.”

“And I suppose you have no heart to tell her about such horrible things?”

“I-I am not familiar with her. “You shook your head lightly. ”What would she think of me, if I approached her out of nowhere and told her that?”

“Probably she’d be very grateful knowing you had the decency to come forward and share it.”

You tried to pull your arm, feeling him restraining you to do so. You looked up at him and then at your locked arm, tugging at it again. “Alastor.”

“Behave, my dear, we are in a public place.” He smiled, pulling you along. “Next time you’re with Mrs. O'Banyon, you should tell her about this silly rumor. I will never understand why people insist on being so vague.”

“I was just commenting with you.”You had to grip his arm as you almost tripped on the uneven hexagon sidewalk pavement.” It doesn’t properly mean I believe in it.”

“You’re better than that.” He looked unbothered, eyes straight ahead.” You should keep your distance from a gossiper. Before you know it, you will be in everyone's mouth, and I don’t want that for you, my beautiful flower.” Alastor held you by the chin, gently brushing his thumb across your lower lip. “Yes?” 

You nodded, seeing the glint of annoyance flickering in his eyes before he let you go and took you in the direction of your mother-in-law's house. A place where you’d be mostly ignored by both until Alastor retreated to cook dinner and you would be annoyed with the conversation about motherhood.

“Hii, Alastor.”

Great, just great. You felt like the whole floor was about to collapse and swallow you completely when Louise approached the two of you. Your heart was pounding erratically inside your chest and your throat felt dry. Not sure how to even come up with another lie to cover your deception if the right questions were made.

“My, my. What a beautiful young lady you have become. How are you my darling?” Alastor asked, politely tipping his black hat to Louise, who smiled brightly at him, her cheeks turning crimson at the simplest gesture. If only he knew how she actually was.

“Alastor. It’s such a pleasure seeing you.” She brought a hand to her cheek as he kissed the back of the other. “I must say, I loved the segment you made about the rally in support of our troops.”

“I did what I had to do, sweetheart. They are our heroes after all.” He winked, sending her into a fit of giggles. “So, did you also get your hair done at Justine’s?” Alastor asked, one arm behind his back while keeping your arm locked with the other, smiling down at Louise.

“Justine? Heaven’s no. I do my own hair, Mr. Alastor.” She replied, nervously, adjusting her cloche cream hat to have a better look at his brown eyes, completely ignoring you. “I don’t trust Justine with scissors.”

Alastor chuckled, your gaze losing focus as their voices grew distant. The sound of leaves ruffling with the breeze muffled through your hearing, and a small whirlpool of foliage, small twigs, and flower petals danced a few feet away beside you. The realization of your lie getting unveiled, made your hands turn sweaty under your thin summer gloves.  

“Certainly.” Louise fluttered her eyes, giggling before giving you a nod in acknowledgment and leaving. 

“She has one of the brightest smiles I have ever seen.” Alastor commented, never taking his eyes off Louise as the young woman joined her friend’s group, sharing glances at the two of you, particularly at Alastor. “How long have you two been friends?” He asked, pulling you with him as he continued walking around the park. 

“Two months.” You replied with nothing but a blank expression on your face, suppressing a sigh of relief.

“Are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost.” Alastor asked, tilting his head at you. 

“I’m fine.” You gave him a light laugh, the corner of your eyes wrinkling as you smiled up at him. “Just a little lightheaded and hungry.” 

“I told you to eat something before leaving. You had plenty of time to do so.”

“You’re right, honey. "You smiled prettily at him, fluttering your eyelashes once. "I should have.”

Chapter Text

“MOther.” Alastor spread his arms wide open, pulling his mother into a tight embrace, picking her up, and twirling her tiny frame around. He smiled brightly down at her, his cheeks lifting and lips parting into a wide smile that lit up his entire face. A look so genuine that even surprised you. 

“Oh, my love.” Sybil hugged him back, cupping his face and pinching his cheeks. “What a delightful surprise to see you two here. Oh, my sweetheart.” She let Alastor go, immediately grabbing your hands and smiling at you. “How are you?”

“I’m quite fine, thank you. Oh!” You laughed as she kissed your cheek. ”It’s always a pleasure to see you, Miss Sybil.” 

“You two can come to visit as many times as you want. Come in, come in.” Your mother-in-law turned and entered the house. You looked at Alastor who continued smiling, spreading an arm for you to go first. 

You nodded, and got inside, immediately being greeted by the well décor and the latest radio model in her living room, a gift from Alastor and yours. Well, mostly from him, but he insisted you had your finger in it.

“Mother, are you doing well with groceries? Do you need anything?” Alastor removed his hat, placing it on the coat rack, and putting a hand on your middle back, leading you further into the living room, his eyes always looking straight until he let you go and went to the radio. “You can sit down, darling.”

Your smile faltered, as you glanced around the living room, and sat down on the couch. The various pictures and paintings on the wall showed that Sybil had a thing for photographs and painting. You found it funny since you had heard Alastor commenting that art wasn’t much to his taste and that he didn’t care much for photographs either.  “I’m doing well, sweetie. You don’t need to worry.” She said, laughing as she watched Alastor inspecting the radio before going to ruffle the records.

Tugging your lips, you pressed your knees together while putting your purse on the end table, and looking around the living room once again. You felt your heart drop when you noticed your wedding picture. Your immaculate expensive wedding dress, outshone any other decoration around, greedily taking the attention of those who had a keen eyesight. 

“Mother, please.” Alastor’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes falling upon him and Sybil who pinched his left cheek in a motherly loving way.

“Why don’t you get us some tea, sweetie?”

“Who in their perfect state of mind drinks tea?” He laughed when she poked his ribs. “Just making a kind-hearted joke. You two ladies stay put, I’ll be back with your drinks.”

“Go on. I will stay here and keep my beautiful daughter-in-law company.” Sybil smiled, giving her hands to you, fondly grabbing yours, and sitting next to you. “I’m so happy to have you here.”

“I’m happy to be here too.” You smiled, the corner of your eyes wrinkling. Alastor’s voice hammered in the back of your head, telling you to smile more often. You could hear his soft humming coming from the kitchen, the sound of cutlery clicking together and his light footsteps walking from one side to the other. 

You stood on the couch with your mother-in-law beside you, now with both hands on her knees. You could tell Alastor got most of his features from her, his eyelashes, however, were from your deceased father-in-law, how do you know that? From the various pictures spread around the house. “How is Alastor treating you, sweetie?” She inquired with a slight tilt of her head.

“He’s been wonderful.” You answered, hiding your discomfort.“I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

“I raised Alastor to be a fine gentleman.”She said proudly with a slight puff of her chest.” One that knows how to treat a lady and always keeps his chin up no matter what life throws at him.” She looked ahead of her, a sad glint crossing her eyes. “I was afraid he’d fall after his father’s death. My sweet, sweet Alfred. They were very attached.” 

“Do you miss him?” You asked, just to add more conversation.

"Immensely. Especially while raising Alastor through his teenage years." Sybil nodded, with a silent sigh. “But, that’s life.” She said with a shrug. ”We don’t have control over it besides God. So, I know for sure that my dear Alfred is watching over us, very proud of his son.”

You wanted to say you were sorry, but the truth is, you felt absolutely nothing. It was their pain, not yours. You never met the man, the only thing you know about him had come from Sybil since Alastor doesn’t talk about his life before you at all. So you did what was most appropriate. Pretending you cared.

Not knowing what to do, you reached for her hand, and gave it a light comforting squeeze, inciting a warming smile from her. At her next words, you couldn’t stop a surprising expression from taking over, feeling as if you were standing on the edge of a cliff. “You know, Alastor has had his eyes on you this whole time.”

“He…did?”

“Mhm. I must say, he made the right choice. You two look so adorable together. I can’t wait to be a grandmother. Oh heavens, ” She squealed in delight.”Can you imagine hearing the baby babbling, the first footsteps, the teething?” Sybil sighed, bringing her hands together to her heart and looking up. “A grandbaby.”

You smiled awkwardly, glancing towards the kitchen and then back at her. “I didn’t know Alastor had a thing for me. We never talked before that day.”

“Oh, he didn’t want to come out rude.” She waved a hand dismissively. ”He’s always been a little shy in terms of the opposite sex. I expected him to go out and enjoy his boyhood like the others, but instead he was more of a homebody person, always with his nose in the books, and learning new things. “Sybil leaned over, speaking in a hushed tone, using her hand as a shell. ” I imagine it must have been a bit awkward on your honeymoon. I never recalled Alastor getting involved with women before.”

Alright, it is official, this is indeed the most awkward conversation between you two. Now, you most certainly won’t look at your husband the same way. You didn’t need to know that. Does he tell his mother everything? “He…told you that?”

“Of course not. I am just assuming. I am his mother after all.” 

“Well, that’s true.” You gave a short laugh with her following after. You swallowed hard, pursing your lips, and squaring up your shoulders.

“I see you two are enjoying yourselves.” Alastor appeared with a tray in hand, setting it on the coffee table in front of you two. “May I inquire what’s the conversation about so I can keep up?”

You smiled, keeping your eyes anywhere but on the face of your husband. Too much information. From now on, you decided not to learn anything new from him.“Oh, nothing. Just girls' stuff.” Sybil gave him the newspaper. “Sweetie?”

“Yes, mother?” He sat down on the loveseat next to the couch, next to her, crossing one leg over the other. 

You began serving him and Sybil. Their voices and laughs sounded muffled and distant to your ears. And as you had predicted earlier, you were cut off from any conversation between them, ending up being ignored up till dinner, where Sybil and Alastor put the radio playing and the three of you danced with each other, until it was just you and your mother-in-law, while Alastor watched. 

You and Alastor returned home well into the night, with him repriming you for your constant berating about going home late at night with a serial killer on the loose. He had been annoyed, never looking down at you once, always with his eyes staring ahead, his voice, despite soft, proved his utter displeasure. And as a result, it seemed that Alastor was punishing you for being annoying and insufferable, because the moment you stepped into the house, he prevented you from going to sleep. Instead making you prepare coffee for both of you while he put the record playing. 

You had refuted, emphasizing how tired you were and that your feet were aching from all the dance at his mother’s house, and the long walk from one destination to the other, also including the reminder that he had to work early in the morning. Only for him to tell you in a melodious humming to go get the drinks and leave his schedule alone, pointing out that it would be a long night if you decided to persist on being a party pooper.

“This is nice, isn’t my dear?”Alastor asked, the tips of his fingers pressing lightly against the curve of your waist, his hand holding yours gently while he swayed with you at the sound of music. He looked down, a small smile on his lips, his glasses resting at the tip of his nose. “You have quite the steps. ” He commented, not particularly happy to dance at this hour, but simply using it as a means to discipline you for vexing him with the pretense of “tutor” so you two could impress everyone at his boss's birthday party. That was what he had said to you, but you knew better than that.

“And one, two, three, one, two, three. Let me lead, darling. I am the one who has to lead.” He apprised in an annoying tone, ignoring the tired look on your face.

“Alastor.” You protested in a chary soft voice.

“Stop whining and keep going. One, two, three, and one, two, three. That’s right, juuust like that.” He twirled you, pulling you against his body, his face inches away from yours. “I almost forgot how enjoyable it is to dance with my wifey.” He planted a quick kiss on your forehead. 

“Again.”

“I am exhausted.”

“Move those joyful feet, come on.”

You pulled your hand, pushing yourself away from him, staggering back, watching Alastor shoving his hands inside his pockets and raising an eyebrow at you. ”I’m done dancing and I am going to bed.” You huffed, making your way toward the stairs. “I have things to take care of in the morning.” 

“What exactly are you going to do tomorrow, my dear? Taking care of the household, strolling around town, visiting shops?” 

You stopped with one foot at the first step, slowly turning around, and allowing your hand to slip from the wooden rail. “Excuse me?”

He ignored you, turning the radio’s volume down, tilting his head while looking at you from head to toe.”I cannot believe that at your age you are complaining about dancing. Last time I checked, you had quite the moves and you didn’t mind staying up late for a little while. You know, during our courting?”

You gritted your teeth, squeezing your fists hard, noticing his eyes staring at them. His smile grew from ear to ear, his hands now resting behind his back as he was baiting you to pour out everything in your heart. “You think I don’t have a life? I’m not a doll for you to play with, Alastor.”

“I just want to spend a little time with my significant other. Is that too much to ask?” 

“Are you being serious right now?” You scoffed. 

“Are you not?” He brought a hand to his forehead, shaking his head. “I believe you are not being truthful with your thoughts, my love. Each time I inquire about how your day is going, I always get the same mundane answer. Not to mention, when I try to change our routine a little bit you pout and complain.” He turned around. You could tell he was smiling, enjoying every bit of it.

“You want the truth?”

“Well,” He turned, letting a soft smile rest on his lips.”That's the idea of a good marriage.”

Your heart pounded fast against your chest, and your face grew hot, feeling the anger coursing through your veins as you narrowed your eyes, focusing intently on his nonchalant expression. Taking a deep breath, you exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing mind. You wouldn't let him win. Not this time. “I’m tired of being married to you.” 

“Ah, there it is.” He said with a click of his tongue and a dying chuckle.

“I’m serious, Alastor.” You took a step forward.”Before you came, I had a voice, happiness, and friends.” You huffed, not caring that despite being much smaller than him, you didn’t feel slightly intimidated.

“Are you done?” He asked with a loud sigh, looking away and running a hand over his hair. “Suddenly you don’t look so tired.”

“How dare you?” You accused, clenching your shaky fists and gritting your teeth. “I wished I had never married you.”

”Wake up, darling.”Alastor remained in the same spot, no smile in sight.” Despite living a privileged life under your parents' rules, the only future you had was either in a convent or a teaching position at the elementary school.” He said in a sharp tone, rubbing his brows as if to ward off a growing headache. “As a matter of fact, my darling sweet wife, God as my witness, I never forbid you to have any friends or social life. As long as you stayed away from that cheap oaf you fancied right under your parents' noses.”

Simmering in anger, you wanted to strike him but instead, you kept your composure, refusing to let him know that you'd been affected by his words. "How can you be so rude?" You asked in a light tone, keeping your gaze firmly locked with his. You felt your heartbeat increasing, and your muscles growing tense, as he gave you an incredulous short chuckle, seemingly enjoying causing a reaction out of you.

“My dear, I had no intentions of offending you, but sometimes you can be so stubborn and childish that a little tough love will do you some good.”

“Tough love?” You said, giving him the same look he had given you. Your eyes slowly took in every neat detail of his shoes, clothing, and controlled expression. “You are being a hypocrite.”

“A hypocrite? That is a little rich coming from you, sweetheart. Hmmm.” Alastor walked to the center of the living room, pretending to be deep in thought, his hand placed on his hip and the other resting on his chin. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his expression one of intense concentration as he pondered the next words that you were sure would cause a nasty reaction out of you. His seemingly lost-in-thought pose, silent and still, made your hands itch for a fight, as his eyes focused intently on something unseen. “I am merely trying to prepare you for the world, considering your parents haven’t done the job properly, yet you call me a hypocrite because I refuse to sugarcoat your vision of the world.”

“Enough.”You went up to him, glaring up at his towering figure.” I am not going to stand here and be insulted by your vile words. While I gave up my dreams the moment I said “I do.”.”

“I see that this has been a waste of time.” He rolled his eyes, lowering his head a bit. ”My love, I will be truthful with you. Perhaps one day the world will smile genuinely at women in the future. ”Alastor added in a poetic tone.” Where they can live their dreams , including those of the others that came before them, but until then, let the ones here raise their voices and banners in protest to get a starting point. Because you, my dear wife, despite complaining, I know for a fact that you rather let others do all the work so you can gather the spoils later. Even with all the money and luxury you have grown with.”

“You bastard.” You launched, feeling your body tense up in his grip that stood strong on your wrists. His indifference and confidence were obvious, seemingly unafraid of getting hurt by your strikes. 

Alastor’s genuine smile made your anger slowly drain away. Part of you wanted to continue to lash out again, but his restraint caused the current imbalance of emotions at this moment to feel oddly threatening that you let your bottled-up frustrations go immediately. “Now, now. There is no need for you to get offended. We have an auspicious marriage, so honesty must be used in our matrimonial communication.” He added with a chuckle.

You lowered your head in defeat, feeling Alastor holding your wrists one last moment before letting go. The dull pain of his grip remained in your skin, throbbing. You balled up your fists, abruptly turning and going to the bedroom as he stood silently in the same spot, eyes glued on you, until you were out of his sight. 

The moment you got into the bedroom and locked the door, the doorknob began to move. You jolted away, staring with wide eyes, your heart crawling up to your throat as you didn’t hear Alastor’s coming upstairs or the echoing of his shoes on the wooden floor. Your breaths came shallow, your entire body tensed with anticipation as sweat beaded on your forehead as every jostling of the door handle felt like a threat. You remembered Arthur’s proposal to run away but despite this, you held on to the shred of pride in your family and your name. Your heart ached, tears threatening to break free as you closed your eyes, listening to Alastor's voice.

“Are we really going to do this now, my dear? Open this door.”

“Go away, Alastor.” You managed to utter in a calming tone, despite feeling a havoc of emotions roaming around uncontrollably. 

“Stop being childish and open this door.” 

“No.”

“You are being insufferable .” Alastor sighed in exasperation, trying to open it again. “I have to go to work early in the morning.”

"You’re welcome to use the guest room anytime."

“This is my room.” He began tapping his foot.” I want to sleep in it with my wife.”

“Guest room.”

“Dear.” A muffle chuckle came out from the other side. “It is late, so please open the door.” His voice was calm and sweet but there was an underlying threat in it that made you second-guess your chosen act of "revenge" against him. 

Pursing your lips, you took a deep breath, and automatically reached for the lock and slightly pulled the door open. Alastor stepped inside, looking down at you without a trace of emotion on his face, while going to his side of the bed, removing his bowtie and vest.

You glared, giving one step forward towards the door before his voice prevented you from leaving. "And where do you think you are going?"

"To the guest room." You replied, jutting your chin up, narrowing your eyes at his back.

He chuckled, turning around, unbuttoning his sleeves." Absolutely not. You are sleeping here with me, and that is the end of the discussion”

"No, I won't."

“Darling.'' He exhaled, removing his shirt and putting it neatly on your vanity’s chair back. He made his way towards the door, grabbing your elbow and pulling you back, locking the door. You yanked your arm back, hitting him with your free hand as Alastor effortlessly dragged you to his side of the bed. He took a hold of you and sat you down, a faint curse slipping from his lips as he resumed his undressing. ”It's too late in the night to be dealing with your tantrums." You refused to look at him, opting to rub your arms, glaring at nowhere specifically as he now began speaking more to himself than you. ”I’m not much older yet it feels like I’m taking care of a child.” 

…

“Can’t behave like a proper lady. Always complaining about everything.” You lifted your gaze, your glare evaporating the moment he removed his white tank top. A few scars, that looked like slashes, seemed to be permanently printed on his back. You have no idea if it has been always there or if he had an accident. His clothes were always pristine looking and in perfect conditions. During your 8 months of marriage, you had never seen him without clothes. On your honeymoon, that thankfully it lasted one day, more specifically, one night, you were already in bed when he went to consummate the holy matrimony. In the dark, under the covers with minimum touch as possible, if you can call it that. And that's all. From that day, never once Alastor approached you regarding intimate moments. The only thing you got from him was a compliment to your smile, one he knew when it was being genuine, and a kiss on your cheek or forehead. Oh, and let's just say that he has to offer his arm to you, not you reaching for it.

“It’s late, my wife. This is when you change into your nightgown and go to sleep.” You looked away, turning your body in the direction of his nightstand, hearing the clicking sound of a belt. 

Chapter Text

Gently stirring the cup of tea, your eyes grew distant, and your lips slightly parted, allowing a lonely sigh to escape. A burst of consecutive high-pitched laughter shook you from your thoughts, making you jolt in your seat. Batting your eyelashes you licked your lips and carefully tapped the spoon against its edges. “I  doubt  she will ever find a man.” Your cousin’s friend, Emily, muttered, putting a hand over her chest, leaning forward as her mocking grin grew with the power of the other's giggles. “I wonder if she gets attention at all.” 

“She is the town's bicycle.” Your cousin, Lucinde, joined in, expelling a giggle.”Of course, desperate ones will make a quick stop.”

 You brought the tea to your lips, looking at her sideways. You usually didn’t like to spend time with her, but all of your friends were either busy or out of town. 

The laughter kept going for a while, you being there was just an excuse to be out of the house and avoid your husband at all cost. After the ugly argument you both had, Alastor only spoke about mundane things. Acting aloof with an always-present upbeat demeanor, sometimes offering you flowers, a piano solo of his favorite tunes, and of course a dedicated segment he insisted on making it a regular part of his show. 

Speaking of which.

“Oh, it's time, it's time.” Your cousin and her friends jumped out of their seats, immediately gathering and sitting in a semicircle around the radio that was already tuned to Alastor’s station, their dresses fluttering gracefully with their quick movements. 

“ Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to The Ragtime Radio show. We've got some great music lined up for you, indeedy we have. Your favorite tunes are ready to put your feet under a jovial spell .” His laugh was contagious and had the purest sincere enjoyment in it.

“ Oh , Alastor has such a great voice.” Lucinde commented in a sweet tone, hiding her smile behind her hand, receiving from Emily a slight push.”What?” She pretended to give a look over her shoulder where you stood on the couch with nothing more than an uninterested expression. “He’s a star, my cousin knows what she got herself into when they tied the knot.”

“He always picks the best songs.” Mary, another friend whom you always had trouble memorizing her name, brought her hands together tilting her head to the side. “I wish I could meet him in person.”

“ Ah, ah, ah. You can tell that was to die for .”Alastor’s laugh turned into a soft chuckle. You could picture him right now, sitting on his chair, a mug of strong black coffee in reach, papers in front of him, headset on his head, while resting his chin on the back of his left hand.” Now, I've got a special segment for a very special listener. My beautiful lovely wife, Y/n. Darling, I hope you are listening.”

The girls gasped and giggled, not even bothering to look at you. You knew that they were imagining themselves in your shoes. How pathetic. Like it wasn’t enough to talk trash about other people, now they were literally ogling at the radio, imagining your husband as their cross to carry.

“ Well, my dear, I just wanted to say, you're the light of my life. Every time I come on air, I think of you and how lucky I am for marrying such a sweetheart as yourself. So, this next song is for you. I hope it makes you smile .”

Oh, yes. You are never fully dressed without a smile. Lord in heaven, how could you forget that?

You continued seated on the couch, teacup in hand, blinking lazily at the blushing and head-over-heels girls, who got up and started to slow dance to the romantic song My Blue Heaven by Gene Austin. The older you got, the thought of being by yourself seemed like a blessing.

A loud sigh escaped your lips, as you gently put the cup down and made your way to the garden. Your eyes immediately fell on your old swing. A small smile grew on your face, your father had insisted on taking it down, even when you were just a little girl, but thanks to your mother, who had put her foot down, you managed to keep it. Many times that little swing has helped you enjoy your childhood. 

You left the house, slowly making your way towards the old swing. Each step you took was muffled by the perfect fluffy green-trimmed lawn. Your fingers anticipatedly reached for the old rope. The smile you carried fell instantly, as you hoped to feel the nostalgia embrace you but not the grim reminder that you had truly been happy once when you were a child.

Alastor had spilled some harsh words to you, and despite being partially true you hated the fact it had struck a nerve. Not to mention, he gloated about being right behind his misleading words and smile. You did support women, and you wanted society to respect and cherish them. Who is he to say you’d only gather the spoils? Do people around you think the same?

Do they see you as an idiotic girl?...Like your cousin?

And so what if you grew up in a nice house, surrounded by nice things? You, like any other person, are capable of selfish acts, but not once you’d turn your back on people who need help just because of what you have. Yes, you have money, and you have the best things, but that doesn’t give him or anyone the right to point their finger at you without getting to know you. 

What happened to, “Hello, nice to meet you?” Are people going backward with their manners and better judgment? Is it so hard to not judge a book by its cover?

You slowly let your fingers graze the old rope, your hand falling to your side. Arthur brought you joy and happiness. He is nothing but a kind heart, and yet you didn’t care, including your parents' opinions. You are just too scared to leave. Afraid their reputation would be tarnished because of you. But you loved him. Doesn’t that matter? Isn’t that enough for you?

Yes.

But…

Why not take action?

Looking towards your former house, your eyes focused on the open window and the white transparent curtains, floating in the light breeze. You furrowed your eyebrows, your lips locked in a straight line as you made your way toward the house. 

“Do you have any plans for next weekend?” Alastor asked, facing the mirror, looking at your reflection, his bowtie draped loosely around his neck as he worked on his vest. 

You were sitting at the edge of your side of the bed, leaning forward while putting on one shoe at a time, back turned to him. “I have yet to decide.” 

“I was thinking of paying a visit to your parents. I have heard your grandparents are in town, it would certainly be a delightful surprise to see them again."

You paused for a moment, surprised by such news you were unaware of until now. "My grandparents?” You inquired. ”That's an interesting idea.” You kept your back to him, resuming your slow and deliberate task. ”But you know they can be quite... inquisitive."

Alastor smirked, a playful chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Oh, I'm not afraid of a little extra grand-parental interrogation. Besides, it will be lovely to spend some time with your family."

"I suppose it will be a pleasant visit." You replied in a neutral tone.

“I always thought red suited you perfectly.” He casually commented, buttoning up his vest and putting his glasses on. "I'm not entirely sure of the reason, but perhaps it's because I have a vivid memory of seeing you in a wondrous red floral dress during the town's spring festival three years ago. Oh, I was a bundle of nerves that day." He paused, looking at his reflection as if reliving the moment, his shoulders visibly tensing. "Trying my best to find a suitable way to approach you." Alastor sighed with a small smile on his lips. "I cowered, of course. The thought of stumbling over my words and making a fool of myself in front of you was so unbearable that I decided it was best to just enjoy the festival."

You slowly settle your foot down, turning your head slightly, one hand resting on the mattress for support. "Spring festival?" You asked, voice calm and even.

“Yes, my dear. You looked absolutely stunning.” He chuckled. ”You have always been a real head-turner.”

“That’s..unlikely.”

“Pardon me?” He lifted a quizzical eyebrow, turning around to face you, while buttoning his sleeves. 

“I was abroad.” You brought a hand to your chin, as you settled your eyes on an empty chair. “I am certain my father had rhapsodized countless times during the courtship.”

“Oh.” Alastor slightly tilted his head, studying you with canny eyes. “I am firmly convinced it was you.” 

As you met his gaze, you noticed a glimmer of amusement in his brown eyes as a knowing smile began tugging at the corner of his lips. At that moment, you realized that he was aware of your lie, yet in stubbornness, you decided to continue the pantomiming, keeping an impassive face. "I was abroad." You asserted with a mooring tone, feeling a trace of uncertainty seeping through, creating a hole within you.

Alastor took a step closer, his expression gentle yet unwavering. "Are you certain? Memories can play tricks on us sometimes."

Your heart drummed painfully inside your chest while feeling exposed under his percipient gaze, as it was pressuring you to confess. However, you didn’t back down, deciding to hold onto your denial at all costs. "I'm sure of it." You added with a firmer touch, hoping to dissuade any further probing.

"Oh, dear." Alastor’s shoulders slightly dropped, pulling his glasses up as a hint of sadness briefly  flashed  in his eyes. "I was certain it was you."

"Perhaps you have mistaken me for the woman you intended to marry?" You dared to add, as a flicker of courage stirred inside you. Witnessing him reveal an emotion besides happiness felt like a blessing, even though you were well-aware he was merely feigning ignorance. Bastard.

Alastor stood in silence for a few seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter. He brought one hand to his stomach and the other to his head, his shoulders jolting with mirth. You stood up and glared up at him, clenching your fists. “That is hardly amusing, Alastor. It's downright rude.” You shot back, upset with your own stupidity, and disappointed for even feeding it.

After a few more laughs, Alastor finally calmed down. He removed his glasses and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, making sure the lenses were clean before putting the glasses back on, always preventing more laughs from coming out. He took a deep breath, and shook his head, gently smiling down at you. "I never had any doubt about whom I wanted to espouse. Oh, come now, no need to put on a show of jealousy." Alastor retorted with a playful smirk, his eyes further betraying his obvious awareness. Still insisting on going along with it just for the kicks. "I've always known it was you, my love.” He stepped forward while you held your ground, one hand gripping the side of your dress while the other stayed clenched and pressed against your chest. ”Although I must confess, you look adorable.” He placed a finger under your chin and sighed softly. ” Seeing you like this makes me feel truly cherished and desired."

…

“Now, be a doll and please help your dear husband with his bowtie.” He removed his hand and smiled smugly, slightly bending forward since he was much taller than you. “My fingers are numb.”

Without a word, you reached for it and deftly worked the fabric into a perfect knot, giving two side tugs, adjusting it, and making sure it was properly positioned on his collar. "There." It was useless to continue this stupid charade when he disarmed you without effort. Curse you for being an idiot.

"Well thank you." He straightened up, his grin wide and perfect as always, following you with his eyes. “I am a proud husband with a very skilled wife.”

“Mhm.”

You didn’t have to be married for a long time to know he was purposely mocking you. Lord knows how much you wanted to make him eat every single word. “ Oh, I meant to ask.” Alastor slicked his hair back, smoothing it further. “Did you like the song I dedicated to you?” 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t near the radio.” You lied, sitting in front of your vanity, hand stopping inches away from the powder compact the moment you felt his hands on your shoulders. Your body tensed as Alastor bent down and planted a kiss on the back of your head. You watched him through the vanity mirror. The kiss was purposely slow, almost forced as his lips lingered there for a moment. His brown eyes slowly opened and locked with yours before he stood up and smiled. “I expect this dinner party to go smoothly, my dear. So, please, don’t forget to smile . ” 

With that said, Alastor left you alone. It was after the door closed that you released a low and staggering breath, the bedroom clearing of heavy tension. The soles of his shoes echoed in the corridor, followed by a soft uppity humming. You brought a hand to your head, using it as support as you refused to look at your reflection. 

The guests dressed in formal appropriate summer attire were dispersed around the garden, talking and sharing laughs among themselves. It was no surprise that Alastor’s boss, Mr. O'Banyon, was an eccentric man. As a high-status character, he made sure everyone knew it, mostly through extravagance, and not caring about expenses, despite his wife not being very keen on displaying such behavior. 

As you walked arm in arm with Alastor, your (e/c) eyes widened at how beautifully the lavish garden was decorated. Lights in the form of well-crafted beige paper chandeliers were scattered around the garden, with sets of rectangular shaped tables in white linen tablecloths, furnished with detailed floral centerpieces of roses, orchids, and cascading ivy, and with meticulously adorned fine china, crystal glassware, and silverware for each arranged seat. 

Gorgeous floral arrangements were spread around in tall pots inspired by Greek culture, exhibiting roses and lilies in their prime, only to be cast away after serving their purpose. ‘ What a shame. ’ You thought to yourself, allowing Alastor to drag you along with him. 

A live jazz band played the latest pieces, their rhythmic tunes captivating the attendees who gathered around them, seemingly enjoying the wonders of music. You recognized it as being one that Alastor was particularly fond of, one he tended to hum a lot while he was in his study. "Ah, Alastor, my boy." Mr. O' Banyon took the cigar from his lips, his eyes lighting up with joy. He clasped Alastor's hand in his own, offering a polite shake with both hands.

“You’re finally here. Oh, my.” He turned to you, taking your hand, kissing it. "How lovely you look this evening. How are you, my child?"

“It is great to see you, Mr. O’Banyon.” You smiled politely with a nod. “Thank you for the invitation.”

“Oh.” He kept the cigar between his fingers, resting one hand on his round belly. “It wouldn’t be a dinner party without having you two here.”

“Mr. O’Bannyon is thinking of applying for the mayor position in the upcoming elections.” Alastor said, looking down at you. “He will bring good changes for the folks of Obsidian.”

“Indeed, my boy.” He laughed, taking a puff of his cigar and blowing the smoke to the side. “I hope I can count on your support.”

“Of course.” Alastor smiled, putting a hand over yours that was still clutching to his arm. “We are confident the town will be in capable hands.” He leaned forward.” If I thought otherwise, I’d be the first one to tell you a no." 

“Ah, ah, ah. That is why I like you so much, Alastor. You are not afraid to stand up for your opinion.” Mr.O’Banyon puffed out his chest, smoke coming from his nostrils, offering one hand to Alastor while tapping his shoulder with the other. “I am proud to have such a good friend, my boy. You’re the son I never had.”

“You flatter me.” 

The older man laughed, looking around, searching for his wife.“I have to attend to the other arriving guests, I’ll make sure my wife will express her gratitude in person. She is a big fan, you know.”

“I am well-aware of it, Mr. O'Banyon.” Alastor laughed with a nod. 

“Well, I’ll see you two around.” He nodded to you, his mustache emphasizing his smile. “Please enjoy this glamorous soirée, including the finest delicacies prepared by our town’s expert chefs.” He brought a finger up. ”As I always say, the local talents and business must be held in high esteem.”

Alastor pulled you along, towards the garden’s benches. The strong perfumes, mingled with the laughter and lively chatter, starting to become intolerable. “Would you like something to drink, my love?” 

“No.” You replied, pretending to rummage through your purse. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Alastor.” Someone called.” Over here.”

 You lifted your gaze and waved him away. “Go say hello.”

 Alastor gave you his hand. “Good idea. Let’s both say hello.”

You tilted your head, watching a group of people gathering around the man who was calling Alastor. “I am sure the gentleman and his friends wish to speak to you solely. I will give my greetings after the short parley.”

“Nonsense, my dear. I am not going to leave you alone.”

“I’m sure people won’t mind that you left your wife alone for the moment.” You stood up. “I forgot my lipstick.” You searched your purse again, sighing in exasperation. “I am going to freshen up.”

Alastor leaned in and kissed your cheek. “ Don’t take too long. I shall meet you at the fountain.” He watched you disappear through the crowd, turning around and greeting some randoms. “Ah, hello.”

As you strolled through the swanky garden towards the mansion, the sight of numerous guests crowding the glamorous pathways, adorned with stunning topiaries, started to become frustrating. You never liked cramped areas. Even your wedding didn’t have this many people, despite the wide media coverage it had. Oddly enough, Alastor shared the same opinion as you.

You tried to stand on your tiptoes, your high- heels doing nothing to help. You narrowed your eyes, trying to see how much further you were from the mansion. Your body started to heat up, and you desperately needed to freshen up. You had lied to Alastor simply because you wanted to be away from him. This is because, after the disastrous episode at home, and on the way to the party, he insisted on keeping the conversation about choosing you and why he always knew what he wanted. You had to remind him to keep his eyes on the road and not look at you while he drove, which triggered a story regarding one of his earliest childhood memories about his first driving lessons taught by his father. Including how he almost ran over a dog and hit a tree. 

“My apologies.” A young man bumped into you, giving you a courteous nod and a charming smile.

“It’s fine.” You walked past him and resumed your intended path, not giving him time to chatter you up. As you continued, you realized that the guest list seemed to be exclusively composed of influential individuals. You wondered if Mr. O’ Banyon would campaign for the regular working class in order to get more votes. He was known to be a kind man, but you never know what lurks beneath the veneer. 

Finally reaching the mansion, you huffed loudly, beads of sweat trailing down your temple. Unfortunately, you had left your fan in the car, and the last thing you wanted was to go find Alastor and make that path all over again. As your foot touched the first step, you abruptly stopped, and your fingertips lightly grazed the stone rail, your head tilted to the side. You blinked a few times, feeling tightness growing in your throat, your hand absently reaching for it. You looked around, glad people were too invested in the party and their conversations. 

Swallowing silently, you stepped down the step and began briefly walking towards the side entrance of the mansion. Your presence was ignored as you squeezed through the catering staff, almost causing an employee to drop a tray of appetizers. His thick accent made the train of insults hard to decipher or understand. 

Your hands reached forward, grasping a dark vest, and pulling it. You looked up a smile already on your lips. “ Y/n?  What are you doing here? ” Arthur whispered, putting the tray on the counter, quickly grabbing your arms, and pulling you to the side. “ Are you out of your mind? ” He looked around anxiously, grabbing your hand tightly and guiding you to the nearest closet, managing to avoid anyone who came across you two. He opened the door and pushed you inside, taking one more look before closing the door.

Inside the closet, Arthur kept his back to you, letting out a deep sigh of frustration. His fingers raked through his hair, trying to calm himself down. He settled his hands on his hips, hearing his coworker's voices outside, trying to follow the host's orders to perfection so they could have the chance of being hired by the wealthy couple again. When he finally turned around and looked at you, his eyes softened and his voice lowered with tenderness, as you brought your hands together to your chest. "Y/n, this is incredibly risky. You have to be more careful.”

As you gazed up at him, your (e/c) colored eyes, you felt a pang of guilt twisting your heart. He was right. If anyone caught you here, the consequences would definitely be disastrous. You never hated so much the bound by duty and traditional mentality of your parents, woven by  their  views on how your future should be. It was the 20th century, and despite societal expectations and arranged marriages were still a common thing, it didn’t necessarily mean that everyone should follow it. Times are changing, and people have to accept it."I missed you." 

As those words escaped your lips, you could feel your heart wavering. A familiar ache, one that had become your main emotion ever since your wedding announcement. You had thought about a plan in faking your death and eloping with Arthur far away from Louisiana, but you thought it would take a while before your parents decided to marry you off. Not to mention that after reality settled in, the disheartening consequences of such a bold move would certainly not go as you would have planned.

"If anyone sees us together..." Arthur looked away, pursing his lips. He sighed again, his fingers instinctively reaching to loosen his collar, eyebrows twisting in concern. "Your reputation will be tarnished, and I could lose my job."

“I didn’t know you were here.” You replied, following him with your eyes. “It was out of instinct.”

“I love you, Y/n. But right now we can’t be seen together, especially in an event like this.”

“I’m sorry.” You looked down, hearing him exhaling loudly. You love and care deeply for Arthur, but the circumstances surrounding your relationship made it impossible to be openly together. And just like a lovesick idiot, you made mistakes. ”Did…Did you miss me?”

Summoning the courage to look up, you noticed that his emotions mirrored your own. It was evident that the hellish ache of separation had affected him just as much as it did to you. “Of course I have. But-this is not the time, Y/n.” He said, letting his hands hit his sides. “I’m trying to earn a living. I thought you cared about your reputation.”

 “I’m sorry .” You whispered, looking away in embarrassment. The memory of your encounter where you had rejected his suggestion, hammered in the back of your head. 

He went up to you and cupped your face, his lips tugging into a smile as you leaned into his touch. He rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks, before leaning in and kissing you. Your arms locked around his neck, your chest pressed hard against him, feeling his heartbeat rhythmically following your own. It has been a while since you haven’t seen each other, but to you, it was nothing but a cruel eternity. 

Arthur used to sneak into your house almost every day, sometimes even taking you out while your parents still slept in the comfort of their beds. And all that changed the moment Alastor came into your life. Your privileges were the first things taken from you. You no longer could go out with your friends, even have a day for yourself, without having your parents questioning you and sending someone of their trust to make you company. 

The young generation, your generation, didn’t care about the parenting rules. Each one lived their lives in their way while keeping a facade of an obedient child. You, of course, did the same, but unlike them, you did it in secrecy. Envy is truly a sin that many gladly share, and the list of potential threats to you only grew after the wedding ring slipped into your finger.

Your fingers ran through Arthur's hair, your lips locked with his, afraid this would be a dream. Huffs of longing, overpower the faint distant music from the party outside. This closet was nothing more than an intimate haven where only you two existed. 

Turning your face, you allowed Arthur to bury his face onto your neck. You sighed, wanting nothing more than to savor the warmth of his body, vowing to hold onto this fleeting bliss as much as you could. Your lips reached for his again, until he pulled away. “ Stop, stop .” Arthur grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you away, his fingers pressing down on your skin. His clouded eyes took in your quivering figure, thinking how beautiful you looked. “We can’t.”

He loves you to death. His desire to give you the world was greater than any dream he had ever had. But, after you had left, reality knocked into his mind. So far, he has been having trouble in making consistent incoming, and he wanted to give you a proper loving home. One that neither you nor him would go to bed with empty bellies. A nightmare he had lived during his childhood and through his parents' death.

Yes, you came from a wealthy family, and it shamed him that he’d never be able to give you the same kind of comfort you are used to. Initially, he thought you were just a rich spoiled brat who wanted to cause some chaos in your parent's life, to get out of the lines, but as time went on, he understood there was much more than physical attraction. You both yearned for nothing more than to hear each other's voices, to share the most insignificant things, and overall be in each other's company, even in silence. 

“We need to leave.” He held your face with one hand while wiping the smudge of lipstick from your lips and adjusting your clothes. “Before someone notices your absence.”

“Arthur .” His name came out with a bruised whisper, your eyes growing dark with desire and pain. 

He let you go and went to the door, opening it and giving a quick peek, to make sure the coast was clear. “Go, go.” His hand gripped your shoulder, pushing you out. “Try meeting me next weekend at our favorite spot.” He adjusted his collar and vest, smoothing his hair. “And please be more careful.” Arthur smiled and started to walk in the direction of the kitchen.

You brought a hand over to your heated face, releasing a staggering breath and clearing your throat, leaving through the same door you had entered earlier. As you stepped outside, the loudness of the party drowned your thoughts, the cool air of the night helped you to briefly relax. There were more people here than before, hopefully, Alastor wouldn’t be able to find you that easily. 

Making your way back to the garden, you walked aimlessly through the crowd of people, lost in your own little world. The band was now playing more lively tunes with some couples showing their amazing peabody dancing skills, while some guests were already in their designated seats, chattering and drinking happily with one another. 

You found yourself at the fountain, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why you had come there in the first place. “Where were you?” A hand settled on your shoulder, making you turn and meet Alastor’s eyes. 

Oh, right! 

“I thought something had happened to you, my love.” His hand slipped from your shoulder.

“Oh, I’m fine.” You smiled, trying to appear composed despite the turmoil inside. “The mansion is so far away. I only wish Mr. O’ Banyon would have built some restrooms nearby.” 

Alastor’s gaze went from your lips to linger on your neck, making a shiver of nervousness run down your spine. You instinctively touched your neck, feeling the warmth of sweat-coated skin, hoping Arthur hadn’t left any incriminating marks. "Is there something on my neck?" 

His lips curved into a faint smile, at the same time he put his hands behind his back. "You're just glowing tonight." 

“The route was long, I had to climb many stairs.” You wiped the side of your neck, looking to the side.

“Come, my love.” Alastor offered his arm. “Ms. O’Banyon wishes to greet you.”

You squeezed your hand, feeling it shaking. Damn it. Why did this have to happen? “Let me just recompose myself.” Your movements abruptly stopped, your eyes staring at the floor. You forgot your purse…in the closet.

“Is everything alright?” Alastor inquired, tilting his head, one hand reaching for your collar, adjusting it. 

“Alastor.” A feminine voice called from behind, followed by some excited giggles.

 He looked over his shoulder and lifted a hand, causing the small legion of young women to giggle and hide their faces behind their fans.

“Did you lose something?” He turned his attention back to you.

“My purse. I think I left it in the bathroom.”

"Ah, my dearest.”Alastor reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes locking with yours as if trying to read the secrets hidden within. ”Where does this pretty little head wander tonight?" 

“Excuse me, I’m sorry for interrupting.” One of Alastor’s coworkers stepped in. He turned to you, offering a respectful nod, taking your hand, and kissing it. “How do you do, Madam?”

“Fine, thank you.” You replied with a gracious smile.

“You have a very beautiful wife, Alastor.” He kept a polite and respectful tone.

"Thank you, my friend," Alastor replied with a courteous smile, yet a twinge of annoyance briefly flickered across his eyes, not particularly pleased by the disruption of the private moment he was sharing with his wife.

“Mr. O’Banyon wants to introduce you to his business partners.”

“Yes, Ethan. I know.”

“Oh, alright then.” He nodded. “Just wanted to give you a heads up.”

“Appreciate it.”

”It was a pleasure to finally meet you, Madam.” 

“Likewise.” You smiled, watching him give you a short nod, excusing himself. “Did you really have to be so cold?”

“Cold?” Alastor turned to you, lifting one eyebrow, seemingly puzzled by your statement.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe I was.” A hint of amusement rolled out perfectly with a chuckle.

“Mhm.”

“I feel offended that my wife seems to not know me at all.”He teased.” Perhaps we need to spend some quality time together.”

You hate when he does this. It was like he was sweeping all the problems you two had under the rug. “Excuse me for a moment.” You rolled your eyes and went to get yourself a drink. Hoping it would soothe your frustration.

You walked away from the fountain, managing to grab a glass of champagne out of a waiter’s tray. You turned around, a frown etched on your face as you spotted Alastor talking to his boss, and his business partners.  

Sipping the champagne, the bubbles tickled your nose, almost wakening the need to sneeze. You weren’t much of a drinker, but sometimes it is good to have one. You shifted the weight from one leg to the other, observing how Alastor effortlessly captivated everyone around him with his smooth talk. He was an expert at keeping people entertained and hanging on to his every word.

Sighing deeply, your eyes blinked, falling and following Arthur's figure as he passed right in front of you. He didn’t spare you a glance, not acknowledge you while carrying a tray of drinks. You looked down, certain the sound of the ocean was whispering in your ears as a wave of heat, ran from your legs up to your head.  

Lifting your gaze, your eyes were met with Alastor’s piercing gaze. His face was devoid of any emotion, even his trademark smile was gone. His lips moved, answering whatever his boss and his business partners asked. He held your stare, causing a flood of vulnerability and unsureness to latch onto you.

Chapter Text

The noise around you began fading into the background, briefly turning into a distant soft humming. Alastor's gaze felt like a one of a kind spotlight, threatening to expose you, and forcing you to be locked in an intense standoff where there was no way out.

As time seemed to slow down, panic flooded in and block any escape. Your whole body grew hot, your heart nestled itself in your throat as you held down onto your fervvent refusal to back down, choosing instead to continue to hold his gaze in an attempt to project an air of indifference. 

To your relief, Alastor shifted his attention back to his boss and business partners, engaging in an apparently spirited conversation. His optimism quickly returned, and his face lighted up with a broad smile, followed by a train of good-natured heartfelt laughs.

Releasing a low stammering sigh, you took the opportunity to desperately try to regain your composure, hoping to shroud the nervous tremors that had taken you hostage. You averted your gaze, struggling to keep your hand from shaking as you brought the glass back to your lips, doing the best you could to push away the nagging fear that lingered at the back of your head.

Resting an elbow on the palm of your hand, you discreetly kept the thin flute-shaped glass near your cheek as if to shield you from prying eyes. A woman approached you out of nowhere, and tapped your shoulder, starting a conversation with you. 

You politely indulged, not actually managing to entirely make out what she was saying, only picking some words and guessing where it was going.

Forcing yourself to continue with the small talk, you acted as naturally as you could, pretending to be interested so you could keep your racing thoughts at bay. “Ah, ah, ah! I have never heard about that one before.” You placed a hand on your cheek, and laughed, feigning amusement at the woman's joke so you could seize the chance to take a deep breath, hoping it would steady your nerves. 

“Really?” The woman closed her fan and slightly tilted her head. “My husband said it was Alastor who told him that anecdote. I thought he always shared it first with you.”

“Ah, my flower!” Alastor’s voice chimed from behind you, settling a warm hand on your lower back. “I see you have met Mrs. O’Banyon.”

“Yes.” You replied in a surprisingly cool demeanor, despite your blood running cold.

“Alastor, your wife is such a charming young lady.” She complimented.

“You are too kind, Mrs. O’Banyon.” You chuckled, handing your glass of champagne to Alastor, who placed it on a tray carried by a waiter.

“I deeply regret missing your wedding." The woman sighed, her shoulders slightly dropping. “I saw the pictures on the papers. You two looked like you came out straight of a fairy tale.”

“Oh, Mrs. O’Banyon, it was just a modest wedding.” Alastor's hand found its way to your waist, standing beside you.”Once we celebrate our first wedding anniversary, we will send you the first invitation.”

“Oh, that would be wonderful.” She exclaimed, opening her fan with a slight jerk. “I will eagerly wait for it.”

"Mrs. O’Banyon?” A waiter approached, leaning in close to her ear and speaking in a hushed tone.

She nodded at the waiter's words, letting her eyes travel beyond them. “If you'll pardon me, I am urgently needed.” She exhaled with a laugh. “Sometimes, my beloved husband tends to forget things when he’s under pressure. Please, enjoy the party. And I will catch up with you two soon.”

“Thank you, Mrs.O’Banyon.”

“Thank you, Madam.”

Alastor’s hand left your waist, turning to face you.“I believe we still have time for a dance before dinner begins.” He smiled, presenting his arm to you. “What do you think, my love?”

Without a word, you reached for the crook of his arm and followed him, feeling your heart picking up its pace, afraid your emotions would betray you at any given moment.

Alastor guided you to the dance floor, twirling you around, and pulling you closer, one hand holding yours while the other found its way to your waist. As he took the lead, memories of that night when he had coerced you to dance, to prepare for this very moment, poured in.

You tried to focus on the steps and the music, pretending everything was normal, and showing that you were somewhat enjoying the moment. “It has been a while since we had done something together.” He smiled down, and your hand that was resting on his chest felt the steady thump of his heart. Just knowing that he is so unbothered, sent you into a cruel state of edginess.

As seconds went by, the party seemed to fade away, and the soft melody began drowning his words, as your mind started to be consumed by your paranoid thoughts. You mustered a smile, unable to prevent your fingers from twitching, hating how his piercing gaze could see through your pretense. You absently tighten your grip on his shirt, unable to withdraw your hand from its place, making his smile intensify. 

“So, what do you think?” He asked, his eyes roaming around your face.

You began panicking, desperately searching for the right words to steer the conversation away, one that you had no idea what was about.“Oh?”

He chuckled with a slight narrowing of his eyes. ”I was merely suggesting that we could find something to do as a couple.” Alastor twirled you, his chest gently pressing against your back, his lips lowering to your ear, his breath softly hitting your left ear, one hand on your waist while the other held the other high. “As a couple.”

“It would be lovely.” You retorted as he proceeded to twirl you again with you gracefully following his lead."What exactly do you have in mind?" The concept of trying to know him irked you. You had never harbored an interest in it, not after your curiosity had faded away, as Alastor submerged himself in work and didn’t bother to even make this silly marriage at least interesting. 

“I was thinking, hunting.”

“Hunting?” You repeated, a small frown tugging at the corner of your lips.

“Well, yes! As a leisure activity for both of us.” 

You tilted your head, lifting one eyebrow quizzically, catching a faint glimpse of your reflection in his glasses. “I don’t–”

“I reckon it's quite exciting. Out of the ordinary.” Alastor chuckled, offering you a broad and authentic smile while looking up, his fingers lightly tightened around your waist.“It has so many benefits.”

“Benefits? How so?” Your eyebrows furrowed down and your lips locked.

"Hunting not only offers a sense of self-control, but it also sharpens the instincts and teaches patience." Alastor's gaze fixed on yours. "It helps break free from the ordinary monotonous routines."

You leaned back, seeing in his eyes an intense gleam of something you couldn't fully grasp. ”I don’t think hunting is something I’d be interested in doing.” 

“No? Then what do you have in mind?” He continued the lead. 

”Anything but that.”

“Hm, well, I’m quite proficient at crochet.” Alastor said with a hint of pride, before rolling his eyes at you. Your movements were fluid and synchronized with the song. ”Oh, don’t look at me like that, darling. Unlike many, I grew up facing my fair share of struggles.” He held your eyes, his touch pulling you closer as he effortlessly twirled you once more.” My mother taught me, so she could sell them. You see, after my father’s death, we had to work tirelessly to make ends meet. And let me tell you, the challenges and prejudice instilled in me to be resilient and keep my head up while facing hardships.” 

Your gaze involuntarily fixed on his bowtie, your attention briefly wandering as you lost interest in hearing any more of his stories. "Lost in thought?" Alastor’s grip tightened on your waist, his lips curving into a half-smile, catching you off guard. The distant look in your eyes dissolved instantly as you stared up at him, a glint of mischief shimmering behind his eyes.

”Have I ever told you, you’re pretty as a picture?” He spun you again, the music’s rhythm picking up. “Sometimes I even ask myself why you–” 

The sound of a loud crash brought the music to a quick halt. You jolted at the sound at the same time a small gasp broke free while staring up at Alastor, while he, on the other hand, glanced over his shoulder, towards the source of the disturbance.

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to a table of champagne glasses that had once been elegantly stacked in a pyramid, with shards of glass spread throughout the table’s surroundings.

Alastor calmly turned, allowing your hands to slip from his as he gave his full attention to what was unfolding in front of him. You stayed behind him, staring at the back of his head, eyes focused on his neatly slicked-back hair. Relieved that you weren’t the object of his attention anymore.

The silence was soon interrupted by murmurs as Mr. O'Banyon made his way to the commotion, the small crowd opening a path for him. His bulging eyes narrowed while searching for the culprit. "You imbecile! We're hosting a dinner party, not running a circus here." He snapped, his face turning red with irritation, the tips of his mustache tugging down disapprovingly.

“My deepest apologies, Mr. O’Banyon, sir.” You recognized Arthur's voice, the swivet in his tone carrying out visible shakiness. 

"I can't believe how utterly unprofessional you are."

“I-!”

"How did you find yourself in a catering service, if the only skill you possess borders on incompetence?" Mr. O'Banyon spat out, his voice laced with contempt. "You are a downright disaster, a mindless twerp."

Stepping forward, you stood beside Alastor, quietly watching Arthur being berated. You could feel your body growing tense, your eyebrows knitting together and your jaw tightening with each harsh word. 

Alastor’s eyes flickered back and forth between Mr.O'Banyon and Arthur, his presence nothing more but a mere spectator, silently watching the play unfold. He didn’t spare a glance at you, opting to keep his focus solely locked on the scene unraveling before him with a blank expression on his face.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir.”

“Sorry will not undo this–”

"Mr. O'Banyon.” Alastor interjected, clearing his throat. ”I hope my interference doesn’t come across as flippant, but let's not have this small setback ruin the party.” He positioned himself off to the side, stepping between his boss and Arthur, who proceeded to hastily collect small shards of glass and put them in his tray. ”Accidents can happen to anyone."

Mr. O'Banyon blinked a few times, his anger slowly subsiding despite his face still being flushed. He took a deep breath, adjusted his collar, and ran a hand over his ample stomach. "Well, I…suppose you have a point, Alastor." He cleared his throat in an effort to regain his composure, giving a nod to no one specifically. "Accidents can indeed happen.”

“I am sure our friend here did not intend to cause such an unfortunate predicament.” Alastor stepped closer to his boss and placed a hand on his shoulder while sporting a playful grin. "Let's not allow this to dampen our spirits." He straightened his shoulders, his soothing voice seemingly dissolving the tension and visibly easing Mr. O'Banyon's furrowed brow. "The night is still young."

"You're absolutely right, Alastor.” Mr. O’Banyon nodded, turning to his guests, unable to keep the embarrassment from taking over him after overreacting. “Let us enjoy this wonderful party and make this an event to remember.” With that said, the guests returned their attention to the party, while the band picked up the rhythm again. 

Alastor smiled, giving a subtle nod to his boss, who whispered a ‘thank you’ in return. He watched as Mr. O'Banyon smiled at the people, simultaneously signaling to Arthur with a quiet undertone to clean up before disappearing.

Just as Alastor was about to turn, his eyes were drawn to Arthur, who was struggling to pick up the tray. Arthur’s hands trembled as he fought to maintain his grip, nearly losing his footing on the spilled champagne. In a stroke of luck, he managed to steady the tray just in time, preventing it from slipping from his hands again. 

Some guests let out a relieved chuckle, finding the moment mildly amusing. "Impressive recovery.”Alastor cast a transient smile at Arthur, as he headed towards you.”Bravo, my friend!"

You stood planted in the same place, unable to shake off the sardonic irony that underlined Alastor’s joke. While it might have appeared as a compliment to others, you knew that it was nothing but a condescending gesture. You knew Alastor wouldn’t lose the opportunity to make his point.

“Come, darling.” Alastor placed one hand on your middle back, guiding you away from the dancefloor. You succeeded in briefly seeing the intense glare Arthur directed at Alastor, as he continued cleaning the broken glass, aided by a few coworkers.

As Alastor took you away, you managed to sneak a glance in Arthur’s direction, catching sight of Mrs. O’Banyon engaged in conversation with him, her hand lightly reassuringly patting his shoulder. The tension that had built up within you, immediately eased as you saw Arthur heaving a relieved sigh, and offering Mrs. O’Banyon a short, respectful bow.

You kept your stride beside Alastor, offering nods and polite acknowledgments to individuals that crossed your path, as he led you through the mingling crowd, always making sure you’d not be squished.

As everything seemingly returned to a sense of normalcy, the guests began finding their assigned seats for dinner to take place after the host, Mr. O'Banyon announced it was time for the dinner to begin. 

Alastor pulled a chair for you while speaking to his coworker Ethan who was assigned to the same table as you two. As you took a step, Alastor nudged the chair onward, making you look up at him. “Well isn’t this a delightful surprise?”

Arching an eyebrow, you noticed Ethan’s head slightly tilted from behind Alastor, his eyes focused beyond you. You glanced up at Alastor, only to realize that his attention wasn't on you either.

Turning around, your gaze fell upon a young woman, slightly older than you, staring up at Alastor with a shocked expression.“Alastor and Ethan!” She brought a hand to her chest and laughed. “I had the impression it was the two of you. How have you been?”

"Everything has been wonderful for me" Ethan replied with a grin, stepping to Alastor's right side, gesturing toward Alastor with his thumb. "But our friend here? He's doing even better." He chuckled and continued. "He has gotten himself married."

The woman’s eyes widened as she took a good look at Alastor before her eyes met yours. “Who would have thought? Alastor married. Now this is news.”

"Everyone has to settle down eventually.” Alastor’s words came out perfectly mixed with a laugh.”Speaking of which, allow me to introduce you to my lovely wife, Y/n.” Alastor’s gaze shifted to you, placing one hand on your shoulder and drawing you closer to him. “My love, this is Chloe Holden, a former colleague from our station.” 

With a polite nod and a smile, you extended a hand. “A pleasure to meet you.”

"The pleasure is all mine, Y/n.” Chloe’s grin stretched from ear to ear, shaking your hand. “I hope my astonishment doesn't come across the wrong way. “ She looked at the two men and then at you. ”Learning that Alastor, who was  always  the epitome of being a carefree spirit, now has a ring on his finger is quite an unexpected twist."

"Oh, come now." Alastor laughed in response. "It's not that this is something completely out of the ordinary."

"It truly is." Ethan joined in, shoving his hands in his pockets. "You, of all people, getting married is a genuine surprise."

You stood quietly, apparently forgotten for the moment, listening to the reminiscing trio adventures they had while working at Ragtime Radio. Even sharing some trivial office gossip that involved a lunch thief, with Ethan jokingly saying that Chloe’s departure might have been the cause of the thievery to stop. Prompting the woman to laugh and playfully hit him with her fan.

"Ahem, ladies and gentlemen," Mr. O’Banyon's voice rang out, drawing a hush over the guests, his gaze sweeping across the attentive faces. "I extend my heartfelt gratitude for gracing this evening with your presence." He continued. "As many of you are already aware, I am going to run for the Mayor position of our lovely town Obsidian, in which I hope I can count on your support in the upcoming elections."

He rested one hand on his stomach while lifting the other at the clapping crowd. “Without further ado, dinner will be served in a few moments, so please take your seats and enjoy this wonderful evening together. Thank you!” The crowd clapped with a few guests shaking Mr.O'Banyon's hands as he made his way toward his table, where his wife awaited him. 

“Well, I am sure we will see each other around. I hope we can catch up sometime. I have a lot of exciting stories to tell you guys.” Chloe’s lips tugged up, redirecting her attention back to you. “Miss Y/n, I look forward to getting to know you.”

 You gave her a smile and a nod, watching her walk away with her elegant dress fluttering with confident steps. “Please, have a seat, my love.” Alastor pulled your chair, taking his place beside you.

"Tsk, the nerve." Ethan muttered under his breath, settling into his seat, casually resting his elbows on the table, while keeping his eyes trained on Chloe. "How did she even manage to get here? I thought she was living overseas."

Your eyes widened as you glanced to the side, catching a subtle flicker of annoyance on Alastor’s face as he too watched Chloe. He rested a forearm on the table, and his fingers lightly tapped the surface, while his other arm rested on the back of your chair. 

Did you misinterpret the nice conversation that just took place? 

Noticing you looking at him, Alastor gave you a reassuring smile. "I know this is something a gentleman shouldn’t be saying, my love." He chuckled, his fingers gently brushing against your shoulder. "But, we all have people we'd rather avoid, no? Take Chloe, for instance. She was always an insufferable woman-child, convinced the world owes her just for existing." His hand left your chair and gently cupped your face. "Stay away from her." He leaned in closer, his words almost a whisper. " She's earned quite the reputation for tearing people’s lives apart. "

"Gold digger." Ethan added with a hint of cynicism, raising his glass of champagne to his lips. "Is this the only drink we are going to have tonight?"

You shifted your attention from Ethan to Alastor, seeing his brows furrowing at his colleague's words. "What he said." 

“Okay.” You said in a soft tone, sitting up straight once Alastor released you and turned to Ethan.

"I bet she managed to slither her way into the party, just as she's done countless times before." Alastor adjusted himself in his seat, sighing as if the situation was nothing but a nuisance to him and others.

Rare were the moments when you witnessed him openly displaying boredom or irritation, with the latter emerging solely during moments of disagreement between the two of you. And the majority of those moments involved your union with him.

Ethan rested his cheek against his fist and swirled his champagne glass, his gaze fixated on the effervescent bubbles. "I am not in the least surprised. “ He took a sip. ”Hm, speaking of which, last I heard of her, Rhodes's wife gave her a well-deserved beating." 

Alastor chuckled with a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "That must have been one heck of a show. I only wish I was there to see it."

"Would you have intervened?" Ethan's raised an eyebrow at Alastor, unable to stop his grin from widening. 

"Yes, but after I'd had my fair share of laughs."

 "Even if they called you a senseless man? Mind you, the majority of the crowd were women."

 Alastor's chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I know how to deal with a tough crowd."

 Ethan laughed, settling his drink down, while slightly leaning in. "With the way you diffused Mr. O'Banyon's anger, I have no doubt the crowd wouldn’t resist you."

Alastor raised both his eyebrows. "What can I say? My mother raised a charismatic man."

As you continued to listen to their two-sided banter, you felt a warm presence moving away from you. You tried to see who it was but you were unable to since various guests swarmed the area, looking for their seats. You sat straight again, noticing a small note tucked between your dinner knife and soup spoon. 

You glanced at Alastor who was still in an entertained conversation with Ethan, before slowly pressing two fingers down on the note and pulling it to your lap. Taking advantage of the moment, you subtly shifted to the side and cautiously unfolded the note beneath the table. 

Almost instantly, you felt your heart jumping out of your chest, as a sensation of dread began crawling up your spine, sending a shiver down your arms and leaving a prickling sensation on your skin. It was as though someone had yanked the rug out from under with a single forceful tug.

You quickly crumbled the note, its edges pricking your palm, feeling your body heating up as sweat coated the back of your neck, a surge of paranoia threatening to crumble you. Scanning the ample area where all the tables were full of people already being served, you tried to discreetly figure out who had left the note. ”Excuse me, Madam.” A waiter called you, placing a plate of soup in front of you. “What would you like to drink?”

“Water please.” You didn’t look at him, instead, your eyes caught Chloe who raised her glass of wine before turning her attention back to the man sitting next to her, kissing him.

“Oh look, Chloe got herself a dandy.” Ethan commented, leaning to the side. “Did you hear me, Al?”

You felt your husband’s gaze boring into you, and at the same time, a shudder coursed through you. "Is something bothering you, my love?"

“This heat is killing me, that’s all.” You said, picking up your spoon. 

“I’m going to get your fan from the car.” Alastor was about to stand up but you quickly grabbed his forearm, pulling him down. 

“No need.” You reached for your glass of water, taking a gulp. “I think I will pass on the soup.”

“Do you wish to leave?” Alastor suggested, placing a hand on the back of your chair, tilting his head to the side to get a better view of you. 

“Nonsense.” You pushed the plate away.” This is an important event, what would your boss think?”

He rolled his eyes, amusement absent from his expression. "And do you think I'm concerned about that when you're clearly struggling, my dear?"

You huffed silently, your eyes briefly meeting his before you gave his shoulder a gentle tap. "I appreciate your concern, Alastor, but I'll manage just fine."

“Ahem, I sincerely apologize for intruding on your conversation, but,” The O’Banyons’ butler appeared, holding in his hand your purse. “Is this yours, Madam?”

“Y-Yes.” You replied, your voice tinged with hesitation, as you reached forward to retrieve it. Opening the purse, you began rummaging through it, fearing the possibility of finding another note inside. 

"I discovered it lying on the mansion's staircase. I apologize, but I felt the obligation to open it, to determine who it belonged to. I only managed to do so, primarily due to the photograph of your husband, Mr. Alastor." He explained, his thin gray mustache maintaining a perpetually downward tilt, his brows knitted together, exuding an aura of indifference. "Regrettably, I must inform you that certain items appeared to be gone.”

“Oh, that is unfortunate.” Alastor chimed in. 

“Yes, indeed. I shall report this incident to Mr. O’Banyon. We have new staff and-!”

"It's perfectly fine." You waved a dismissive hand. "Whoever the person is, I highly doubt my things will still be around.” You shook your head. “I did this to myself. I am the one to blame for leaving my things unattended.”

“But Madam-”

“I won't jump to accusations without concrete evidence. I can certainly name a few high-class guests who happen to be rather skilled kleptomaniacs. It's unfair to immediately suspect the staff." You sighed. “Regardless, I appreciate your help, Mr.”

“At your service, Madam.” The butler gave a respectful bow and excused himself.

You clutched your purse on your lap, keeping it firmly within your grasp. "What?"

“Nothing. I'm just intrigued that you carry my picture with you.” Alastor commented with a playful smile. 

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You placed your purse on the ground, securely trapped between your feet. "I haven't used this purse since you were courting me eight months ago. Your mother had given me the picture when we went shopping for my wedding dress. I simply forgot to take it out.”

“If you say so, my dear.” Alastor chuckled. “However it is unfortunate you got swindled by your carelessness. I’d personally open an inquiry and find the culprit. There are ways to find a thief, you know?” He grabbed his glass of wine. ”What went missing?” 

“A compact mirror, lipstick, and a small perfume vial.” You sighed, using your hand to fan away the heat from your face. “Nothing that money won’t buy.”

“Please be more cautious next time, yes?” Alastor gently drew your face to him, pulling his handkerchief from his vest’s pocket, and lightly dabbing it on your skin. "If something has been troubling you, I want you to know that you can confide it in me. A strong marriage is built upon good communication." 

You held his gaze in defiance, your reflection in his glasses staring right back at you. Alastor chuckled, responding with a slight narrowing of his brown eyes, followed with a cautionary smile as he knew exactly what you wanted to say. “Don’t be silly, my wife.” He placed his handkerchief back in his pocket, sitting straight. “You wouldn’t like that.”

Chapter Text

A week has gone by since the dinner party, and the town’s current buzz centered around Mr. O’Banyon’s candidacy for the position of Mayor. It received a positive reception among the citizens of Obsidian, particularly among the lower class. However, much of this was attributed to the benevolent nature of Mrs. O’Banyon, who is actively involved in various charities even before her husband decided to dive head-first into politics

You, on the other hand, have found yourself consumed by worry, to the point you felt like you were treading on eggshells for two distinct reasons. The first one is who this mysterious person might be, and what could they be after. A hefty sum of money? Possessions? Or worse, seeing your family’s name in the gutter after a spectacular humiliation show. For this, you couldn’t do anything but stay confined in your home, avoiding meeting Arthur and only leaving to buy groceries or collect the mail.

And secondly, there was Alastor.

He'd been out of the house more often than not, and you couldn't help but notice the subtle changes that he brought with him, such as the lingering scent of wood and cigars that clung to his clothes. Not to mention, whenever your two cross paths, you’d briefly catch a chilling glimpse of coldness in his eyes before it swiftly softens, like when he boops your nose or purposefully invades your personal space, just as he has done so many times before.

Such a wonderful life this is.

You started your day with the usual house cleaning routine, leaving a few rooms of the house for another day to keep you busy. You walked into the kitchen, spreading the curtains wide open in a fluid move, opening the window, and letting the sunbeams bathing the area. The gramophone’s melody, played in the living room, effortlessly weaving through the walls, helping you stay focused on your task. 

You adjusted your hair under a simple scarf, tightening the light blue apron neatly around your waist, as you went outside to collect the clothes from the clothesline, and put them in the living room next to the ironing board before returning to the kitchen. 

Humming under your breath, you approached the sink and set the stack of dirty dishes aside. You began preparing it, filling it with warm water and carefully adjusting the temperature before adding a squirt of liquid soap. The frothy bubbles emerged as you shook your hand in the water to create some more. 

Reaching for the sponge, you dipped it and squeezed it before starting to scrub, feeling the subtle resistance of the food’s remnants. A smile graced your lips as you began swaying at the sound of the music, the circular patterns across the plate falling in sync with the music’s tempo.

Once the dishes were clean and neatly stacked in the drying rack, you turned your attention to the countertops, whipping away crumbs and spills, leaving a sparkling surface behind. You felt a sense of satisfaction settling in, happy with the outcome, even if this therapeutic routine offered only temporary relief from your concerns.

Sighing softly, you moved on to the stove, carefully removing grime from the burners and knobs. The outside world would undoubtedly raise their eyebrows if they were to witness a person of your social standing partaking in such domestic tasks. Yet, Alastor perceived it through a different lens. He believed that engaging in household chores was a practical necessity, paying no care to the norms dictated by third parties. A perspective likely shaped by being raised primarily by his mother. One that he honored to the heart.

To him, it was a surprise and at the same time a welcoming gift to having his wife engage in household chores without ever suggesting the need to hire someone. Not that you were afraid of work, as you were more than willing to put in the effort. But this reluctance in hiring maids was driven primarily by a deeper concern. You were afraid of the potential knowledge these maids might have acquired about your life, your actions, and mostly the secrets you wished to keep hidden.

Moreover, you were certain that hiring them could bring some problems to your husband too. Alastor highly valued his selectiveness in choosing his circle of companions, prioritizing those who respected his boundaries, and having individuals who might excessively fawn over him intrude on his privacy and potentially keeping a watchful eye on him wasn't exactly a bright idea. 

As you continued with your chores, time seemed to slip away unnoticed as you proceeded to dust, sweep, mop, and polish every surface. The light streaming through the windows reflected on the spotless counters and floor, fueling the pride in you.

Sighing in satisfaction, you wiped a few beads of sweat from your brow, and went to the living room, ready to iron the clothes. The music continued playing, the melody vibrating through you, prompting an involuntary twirl of delight, stopping in front of the ironing table. You bent down to the basket, picking up a pair of Alastor’s pants, giving them a shake, and adjusting them.

Just as you were about to press the iron down, the doorbell rang. Your gaze shifted to the grandfather clock, wondering who it might be. Alastor was still at work, and you weren't planning to prepare dinner for another hour or so. 

With a soft sigh, you carefully settled the iron aside and headed toward the gramophone, turning it off and allowing the living room to plunge into silence. "A moment." You called out as the doorbell chimed once again. 

Adjusting your scarf, you made your way to the door. Its oval-shaped frosted glass in its center, only offering a vague silhouette on the other side. Reaching for the doorknob, you pulled the door open, and your body slightly twitched as you blinked. "Grandmother?” Your lips parted at the same time you knitted your eyebrows together, instinctively straightening your shoulders, a reflexive response each time you were in her presence.

“I-huh-Please come in.” You only managed to mutter a smile, swallowing silently as she stared back at you.

Ever since you could remember, your grandmother has always bore a permanent frown on her weathered face, as a simple smile being something rarely yielded. Her eyes were always half-lidded, and her lips locked in a stern line, an aspect that persisted even in her younger photographs. Until this day, you still struggle to comprehend how people consistently draw parallels between you two, noting your supposed resemblance to your father’s side of the family.  

Draped over her slightly hunched figure was a winter coat, an odd choice given the current season. Yet, no one dared to comment upon it, as she hailed from a different generation with various life struggles. The rich outsider, that was what people used to call her when she moved into Obsidian. 

“It is such a lovely surprise to have you in my home.” You said, gently closing the door as she silently made her way toward the living room.

"I see you have no maids." She remarked, casting a slow, scrutinizing glance around the living room, before turning her attention towards you, eyeing you from head to toe. The cloche hat concealed her silver hair, casting a shadow that veiled her eyes, openly showing her displeasure in seeing you dressed in an apron. "Simple, aren't we?" She added, not bothering to conceal the disapproval in her words.

…

“I guess this was something I should have expected.” 

“Can I get you anything, grandmother?” You asked, taking her coat, and folding it over your arms, ignoring her disappointed tone. 

“Three or four maids would suffice.” She responded dismissively, seemingly discarding your question. Her fingers slowly traced over the tilt-top tea table, bringing them up and rubbing against each other, looking for a speck of dust. 

“Alastor and I…we value privacy.” You explained as you hung her coat on the coat hanger, looking over your shoulder, seeing her picking up the first photo of you and Alastor had taken during one of your pre-wedding strolls.

“Hm.” She put the photo down and went to sit on the couch, placing her purse on the end table. 

She pressed her knees together, keeping an air of detachment while arching an eyebrow. "It would be amusing if you were to tell me that your husband lends a hand with the housework." She sighed, her words carrying a subtle but unmistakable hint of mockery.

“Well.” You started, your voice trailing off as you looked down, your fingers idly and nervously twisting the tip of the apron. “Alastor-!”

“Tea, if you please.” She cut you off, with the authority tone she always carried, pinning you down with an unfazed stare

“Of course, right away.” You nodded and left, feeling her eyes following you. 

Stepping into the kitchen, you hastily prepared the chamomile tea. The clink of porcelain against porcelain echoed as you took it to the living room. You began to serve the tea, her gaze leaving you as she accepted the cup.

"What do I owe for this visit?" You sat in front of her. "Father had mentioned that something unexpected had come up, and you and grandfather were planning to arrive only next weekend."

"I'll get straight to the point without indulging in pointless conversations.”

“Very well.” You replied, folding your hands over your lap. “I am listening.” 

“Your grandfather will have a conversation with your husband." She stated, tapping the spoon lightly against the cup, looking at you with a stern indifferent gaze. "If Alastor is unable to produce an heir to the L/n family, the marriage will be annulled.” 

Time came to a full stop. Your heart drummed erratically in your chest, and a fusion of exhilaration and disbelief coursed through your veins. You swallowed silently, your grandmother’s voice echoing in your ears as you kept your eyes trained on her.  

Annulled.

The word you have been dreaming to hear for 8 long months. Where did this come from? Does she have power in this? Wait…

She rose the cup to her lips, taking a sip and observing you over its edge. ”Then, we will arrange a more suitable match for you." The old woman slightly leaned her head back. 

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes in confusion. Wait. What did she just say? A more suitable match? For who? What is going on?

The old woman blinked, one hand cradling the soft china saucer while the other held the teacup. "Truth be told, I never much cared for a radio star. It simply doesn't befit someone of your status."

“W-what do you mean, grandmother?” You inquired, snapping out of your thoughts. Is she suggesting divorce to marry you off to someone else?

"He's far too flamboyant, loose in his ways." She stated, words laden with judgment. “The choice to work in the radio industry, the way he carries himself, his  upbringing . Is nothing but preposterous. I don't know what your father was thinking in marrying you off to a man like him.”

“What?” You released a staggering breath, still processing her previous words. “I don’t understand.”

“I don’t care how your husband got his money, or how he is beloved in the radio world. He is simply not suitable for you.” She gave a small shake of her head. “I see no practicality in this marriage at all.”

You licked your lips, and a small shallow breath caught in your throat as you straightened up. Marrying you off to some stranger, right away? No, not happening. Alastor can be an insensitive jerk and an egocentric bastard, and despite your unhappiness and the quarrels between you two, he has dutifully fulfilled his role as the provider of this house.

”Alastor is a man of values, grandmother.” You clenched your jaw, seeing her eyes darkening.” He cherishes tradition and is the breadwinner of this household. We are not dependent on my parents' money. We never have been. He’s an honest hardworking man. His background means little to me, and his mother did a wonderful job in raising him.”

Your grandmother lowered her head, her eyes narrowing further in disapproval. "Look at how a terrible decision has brought this family to this point."

“Pardon me?”

“This is your father’s fault.” She took a short sip, eyes fixed on you before she set the teacup gently on the coffee table, the china making a soft clicking sound. “If he had married the woman of  my  choice, instead of  your  mother, you would have been born a man, and our family business wouldn't be under threat.”

You blinked, attempting to process every word that escaped from your grandmother's lips. How dare she suggest that your very existence was a mistake, a result of your father's defiance in marrying your mother. You had been aware of her lack of fondness for your mother, but this level of disdain for her giving birth to a girl, to  you,  was not only unexpected but outright ridiculous.

You sat there, frozen in shock as your grandmother's words cut through you, leaving you speechless. In a sudden moment of realization, you understood why your world had always been colorless whenever your grandparents stepped into your life. As a child, the reason for this eluded you, perhaps due to your limited comprehension and your innocent view of the world, as well as the unconditional love you received from your parents that protected you from them. 

Oh, how innocent you had been. 

Your eyes lost focus, attempting to conceal the vulnerability within you. At that moment, your surroundings began to gradually dim, the soft ticking of the Grandfather’s clock on the wall faded into the background, and the familiar shapes and objects of the living room became nothing but distorted silhouettes.

"He had to go marry a woman who was never meant to be part of our family.” She pointed out with a dismissive short exhale. ”Disgraced and humiliated, that's how I felt when he announced his heartless intent. I will never forget the heartbroken face of Miss Lingard during the engagement dinner, and the shock on her parents' faces." Disappointment and bitterness blended perfectly in her tone as she pursed her lips, trying to fight off the fresh memory that continued to mock her, whenever she looked at the reminder of the family’s failure.

You.

She sighed, and stood up, clasping her hands together, pacing the living room. "It took me almost everything to keep this family's name from being tarnished. All because he had to be a disobedient child.” She knitted her eyebrows as her voice dropped to a whisper. ” A disgrace. "

She turned to look at you, noticing that you were still in the same position, your gaze fixed on where she had been sitting moments ago. Licking her lips, your grandmother slightly lifted her chin, her eyebrows arching as she studied your unmoving figure. "So far, you haven't become a lost cause." She remarked. The soles of her shoes thudded on the wooden floor, each step causing your heart to quicken its pace. "Your marriage wasn't precisely what we had in mind, but I still hold a small hope that it might result in the birth of a boy."

You nodded in silence, hearing her walking away at the same time your heartbeat gradually began to settle to its normal rhythm. You managed to prevent tears from falling down your face as you stood up and made your way to the door. Smoothing your apron with your hands, noticing the disapproving look she aimed directly at your attire. “Thank you for your visit, grandmother." You said in a soft voice, reaching for the coat and draping it over her shoulders.

“I will be at The Grand Elysium Hotel.” The old woman grasped the front sides of her coat, jutting her chin and taking in a breath."Whether or not you care for your husband is of little concern to me, Y/n." She stated. "You have a commitment to this family, which is to provide an heir to the L/ns." She turned her face, allowing you to kiss her cheek. "Remember." She waited for you to open the door and stepped outside, lifting a finger. "This is a duty that transcends personal feelings, and our family has never relied upon such frivolous notions of love. Make sure to distance yourself from it in case a child does not come. Your  obligation  is what matters."

“Yes, grandmother.” You said in a quiet tone, giving her a slow nod. 

Maintaining an unfazed expression, you watched as she left your property and got into her car. She gave you a long final gaze as the chauffeur drove away. You quietly stepped back into the house, the door closing behind you with a soft click, as you leaned against it. 

You're nothing more than a pawn, brought into this world to fulfill a purpose that wasn't even your choice. To make matters worse, it seems your very identity is the source of their problems. 

And just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, your grandmother barges into your life, bearing the news of ending your marriage with Alastor and planning to push you into the arms of another man, as if you were nothing but a mere breeding instrument rather than a person.

What else is waiting for you?

Dawn broke through the pastel-colored curtains, the windows partially ajar welcomed the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass, brought by the summer’s breeze. The early birds' sweet and melodic chirps promised the beginning of a new day, one you were sure you wouldn't enjoy.   

You were lying in bed with your left arm nestled beneath the pillow, while your right hand clutched its corners, staring at the wall ahead, your gaze distant yet adorned with glimmering tears. Behind you, Alastor stood sound asleep, his arm unconsciously draped over your waist, drawing you closer, nuzzling his nose against the back of your head, while mumbling incomprehensible words. 

You had spent the entire night replaying your grandmother’s visit over and over again, watching the moonlight wane and give away to morning. All this time…just a mere pawn...a mistake. Living a life that's not truly yours. Your father had done to you exactly what his mother wanted to do to him, but instead, he rebelled and married the woman he loved. 

You always liked to brag about your freedom, thinking that their attitudes were seemingly more open-minded than the rest until they married you off. Now you find yourself questioning whether, much like your grandmother, they share the same perspective.

You bit your lower lip, narrowing your eyes as the tears finally began to fall. Does your grandmother hold any influence in annulling the wedding? If she was against it, why didn’t she intervene? Could there have been some hidden agreement between your parents and grandparents? And if so, did they have all this planned out way before you were born?

You exhaled quietly, your fingers instinctively brushing away the tears. Memories of time spent with Arthur flooded your mind, the laughs, the dreams you two nurtured together, all taken away from you, leaving you adrift in your personal misery.

While many would have accepted their fate, you had never been one to yield so easily. Especially after being bluntly told that you had been brought into this world for a specific purpose and that being born a woman was a punishment for this family. If they think you are stubborn, then they don’t know what lies ahead. You are not going to let them keep control over you anymore.

Sensing Alastor stirring in his sleep, he took a soft deep inhale while releasing his hold on your waist, rousing himself from slumber and turning the clock off mere seconds before its alarm could disturb the silence. He exhaled softly, before returning to the same position, his hand enveloping yours, lightly rubbing it with his thumb.

You closed your eyes, and pressed your face into the pillow, feeling the weight on the bed shift as he leaned in, planting a single kiss on your temple. His lips grazed your right cheek as he murmured some incomprehensible words in both French and another language you couldn't quite understand, a daily morning ritual before slipping out of bed.

You waited until he got ready and left the house before you too abandoned the comfort of your bed, the floorboards cold under your feet as you made your way to the window, watching Alastor getting in his car and driving away to work. You brought a hand to your throat, your eyes quickly avoiding your reflection as you started dressing in silence.

You wasted no time in getting ready and making your way towards the hotel. The sound of your heels clicking against the sidewalk stones echoed in the quiet morning with your brisk steps.

Releasing a deep sigh, you came to a halt, allowing your eyes to slowly trace the lines of the building, feeling a spring of anger bubbling up within you. It's now or never. You resumed your path and entered the hotel, offering a nod of gratitude to the doorman who courteously held the door for you.

As you stepped inside, your eyes took in the lavish surroundings before you approached the front desk. The hotel receptionist met you with a warm and polite smile, setting his pen down. "Good morning, Madam. How may I assist you?"

"Yes, good morning." You responded with a smile, shifting your purse’s handle from one forearm to the other, adjusting your wide-brimmed curved hat, and standing on your tiptoes, slightly leaning in, noticing him mirroring the gesture. "I am looking for Mabel L/n."

His brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers seemingly skimming over the check-in names. "Huh, my apologies, Madam. But we do not have anyone by that name here."

A sigh left your lips as you looked away before meeting his green eyes.“She is my grandmother.” You nodded. "If you could let her know that Y/n is here, she will be able to confirm it for me."

The man straightened his posture and squared his shoulders. His fingers casually picked up his pen, twirling it idly between them, while his gaze remained fixed upon you for a moment. He looked away, sighing inaudibly. It crossed your mind that your grandmother might have given specific instructions to maintain her presence discreet. "Allow me to check first, Madam."

“Thank you.” Your fingers slipped from the counter, as you backed away. You could hear the mellifluous notes of a piano playing in the background, the soft shuffling of hotel staff as they kept the hotel running and attended to the guests' needs.

You didn’t have to wait for too long as he returned and took you to meet your grandmother. As you stepped into the quiet dining area, you saw her seated alone at a round table with a waitress attentively serving her breakfast. Catching sight of you, she discreetly dismissed the waitress and signaled for you to come closer.

A soft exhale escaped your lips, as you approached her table. “Good morning, grandmother.”

She spared you a swift glance before gesturing for you to take a seat. “Do you need anything?”

“I have something I’d like to discuss with you.” You accepted the cup of tea she offered, looking at the steam slithering its way up from the porcelain.

“Then speak.”

You brought the cup to your lips, a knot forming in your throat as all of your emotions buzzed within you like a swarm of infuriated wasps. You cleared your throat, and finally looked at her, blinking slowly. “It’s about the conversation we had yesterday.” 

…

“I came here to ask you, to please, don't tell Grandfather to talk to Alastor.” 

Mabel's gaze bore into yours, assessing you with a cold stare. She held a small square of toast, slowly spreading marmalade across it. "You want me to withhold information from my husband related to your duty?" She arched an eyebrow, her eyes never leaving yours.

You licked your lips, attempting to prevent your voice from wavering. “Yes." 

Her expression hardened, her eyes narrowing as she watched you closely. "Why?"

"Because if you do…” An involuntary tremor ran through you, fueling the anger and resentment you kept locked away. Your lips pressed into a thin line, a glint of defiance beneath the surface of your eyes as you meet her unyielding gaze. "Everything will tumble down."

Chapter Text

The bedroom’s door closed quietly behind you, as you took a few steps forward, watching your grandmother pausing near a small table adorned with a slim vase filled with fresh tulips. The hotel’s restaurant wasn’t the right place to have such a sensitive conversation, so you ended up eating breakfast with your grandmother, forcing your stomach to take in the little food you picked before heading to her bedroom.

You were nervous, panicked in fact. This reminded you of the first week prior to your wedding ceremony, but instead of being afflicted by the thought of a life bound to someone you didn't love, a life you envisioned as suffocating and miserable, you were plagued by her words, the idea of being labeled a liability due to your gender, and what your father had put you through. It all fueled a rising wave of anger and resentment towards everyone and anyone.

"I believe this is the most suitable place for us to talk." Mabel stated not sparing a glance at you as she pulled out a chair and sat down. She crossed her leg over the other, offering you an indifferent gaze as she slowly began removing one glove at a time. 

A soft exhale escaped you, your heart fluttered in your chest, and your hands grew clammy as you gripped the handle of your purse. You can’t allow your existence to be dictated by others, not anymore. “How would my marriage annulment work exactly?”

“Through the deal, of course.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to keep an impassive look. Your intuition was right. A deal was made between them, and you have always been a card to be played in their tug of war.

“After your father played that tasteless joke, we made sure the inheritance would  only  go to his offspring, specifically a male.” She put the gloves on the table, intertwining her fingers and resting her hands over her knee. “However, we had not expected to have one grandchild, much less a girl. And as such, you’re not qualified to run the family business.” She continued. “Without a male heir, our company will fail. A company that my father had built from the ground, between the deep-rooted prejudicial and bigoted society.”

…

“So, in order to pass down the fortune we had built, your father made a deal with us. You are to provide an heir to the L/n family within a year. It has been 8 months since he took you to the altar. And yes.” She nodded once and slowly. “It hasn’t been a year, but truth be told, I don’t want a grandchild from the man you call a husband, but… we have to wait, and see if an offspring will sprout from this union.”

 Such cruelty.

Slowly allowing your shoulders to drop, your eyes lost focus, as you gathered your thoughts. The time to put your cards on the table has arrived. And you must play them right. “I understand, grandmother.” 

“Hmm.” She narrowed her eyes at you.

You took in a breath, keeping your eyes on the tip of your shoes before meeting her unwavering gaze. “Although I am torn between my duty and my affection for Alastor, your visit made me realize that you're right.”

She slightly jutted her chin upwards and tilted her head to the left side. The day’s light which was hidden behind the white see-through curtains, illuminated her figure. “Have you?”

“Yes.” You swallowed silently, noting her eyes on the chair before you. Taking the cue, you sat down, certain that she could hear your heartbeat. “I do have an obligation to this family, and I must put my duties as my priority.”

“As you should.” She retorted, pausing before continuing. “Now, tell me why I should keep this from your grandfather. And why would you say it will tumble down, if he speaks with your husband.”

You looked away for a moment and pressed your lips together, seeking to steady yourself before laying everything out. The walls began closing in but you wouldn’t allow it to take you out of the game. You have to do this, or you'll continue being a plaything in their sick game. “It’s hard to talk about it, but something must be done.” You felt the back of your neck sweating, your insides turning as heartburn swiveled within you. 

“I don’t have time for these dollhouse pretenses.” Mabel protested, the corners of her lips tugging down.” If you have something to say, then say it.”

Standing up, you went to the window, looking at the streets below slowly buzzing with life as Obsidian prepared for another day. Releasing a staggering breath, your shoulders slumped down as through the window, your own reflection stared back at you with a shocked look. It had to be done. This is your chance. "I am sorry to say this, grandmother… but… I’m afraid that Alastor is incapable of fathering children." 

The room fell into a dead silence, the ticking of the wall clock echoed into a hollow sound. Your mouth turned dry, your eyes started back at you expectantly. Would this work? It has to.    

After a brief silence, Mabel’s voice interrupted the dangerous thoughts you were experiencing. “I knew it.” You felt a tremor coursing through you as you heard her plant both hands on the table, and the chair scrapping as she stood up. “Marrying you off to a stray barren fool, who only values fame. Your father's choices continue to baffle me.” She turned to look at you with a sneer on her lips. “This calls for an  immediate  intervention. The deal is off.”

“No.” You swirled, your heart racing as you watched her heading towards the telephone. You gave a few long strides, closing the distance, shaking your head disapprovingly while you nervously watched her slender fingers dive into the small dial holes, the rotations of the disk squeezing your heart. "Please, grandmother." You pleaded, licking your lips and knitting your brows. “Father will intervene and-!”

“What is there to intervene?” She cut you off coldly, keeping her gaze unflinchingly fixed on the telephone. "Your husband's incapable of giving us an heir. This marriage is a sham. A completely justifiable reason to end it.” 

“My father went against your wishes before, he’ll do it again.” The moment these words left your lips, Mable quickly placed the receiver of the candlestick telephone down, cutting her call short. She remained motionless, the reminder of your father’s betrayal evident in the shake of her hands. “I don’t want this to ruin our family, and as sure as the sky is blue, I don't want Alastor’s reputation to be marred. He’s been nothing but good to me.”

…

You swallowed silently, your eyes fixed on her side profile. You have to keep pushing her, pressing on the strained relationship between your father and her. "Father might even consider suggesting adoption."

“He wouldn't dare." She hissed, the words laced with venom. "Our family's future won't be entrusted to a stranger."

“Think about it." You persisted, placing a hand on her shoulder. “He defied you by marrying my mother against your wishes. Proposing adoption could be his way of getting back at you.”

Mabel scoffed, a heavy exhale escaping her lips as she quickly turned away from you. She brought her hand to her lips and began pacing around the room. No matter how unaffected she presented herself to be, your father had left a deep wound in her heart. Your mother had once confided to you that she was rigid with your father's upbringing, only expecting the best from him, and despite being stern, she deeply loved him, although she didn’t show it. Afraid, he’d turn to a path that society deeply frowned upon, if she mothered him too much.

“Did your father know about this?” She made a long pause, her face partially visible. ”About your husband?”

“No.” Your answer seemed to have little impact on her, as she remained unfazed. “After countless times of trying to conceive, Alastor finally sat down and confided it to me only.”

“Him not coming clean with this only reaffirms my feelings.” Mabel said mostly to herself before she turned to face you. “So, you’re fine in giving up your marriage?”

You nodded as a shiver ran through your body. Your heart slowed and your thoughts raced at a thousand an hour. “I care for him, but it is my duty.”

Mabel's gaze bore into you. "What has prompted this change of heart, if you care for him so much?" 

Damn it.

“I have always dreamed of becoming a mother.” You squared up your shoulders, meeting her eyes, your voice quivering as you declared. ”I confess that adoption might not be a bad alternative, but it's not the same as giving birth. To grow a life in me, to feel the pain, to hold my child in my arms. To have that unique special connection…my blood in him… or her ." 

That’s right, let the proper pleading words do the magic, press the right buttons, and mask your ulterior motives with her inner desires. "Unfortunately, Alastor cannot give me what I yearn for, so I rather sacrifice my marriage and entrust you with what is best for me." 

As you spoke, you noticed her figure loosen. It was as if she was finally achieving what she had wanted her son to do but through you. “Well.” Mabel still kept her frown, but there was a hint of pride in her eyes like she had accomplished something. “Then I was right when I said you’re not a complete loss cause. I am surprised by your attitude.”

“Make no mistake, I care for my husband, but I care more for my dream.”

“I see.” She walked up to you and tilted her head to the side. “So what do you suggest?”

“I propose doing this discreetly.” You kept your breathing steady and composed, well-aware that she was still accessing you, looking for a weak spot. “The less people know the better.”

“Your grandfather-!”

“He is an impatient man.” Now it was your turn to cut her off. “I fear that his involvement might complicate things. If he talks to Alastor, my father will know, and he  will  step in.”

Mabel's brows furrowed as she regarded you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “And what do you believe is best, then?”

You looked deep in thought, your fingers subtly tapping against your chin as if considering the best option. "I believe that a cautious approach is essential." Returning your attention back to her, your voice was steady as you placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to manipulate a connection. "Rushing into action without careful preparation could backfire with my father’s interference. I want to ensure that we have a well-thought-out plan before moving forward.” 

Mabel seemed to mull over your words for a moment, her gaze intensifying. “You've put quite a lot of thought into this, haven't you?”

“I have.” You nodded with a solemn expression. ” Even lost sleep. And I also understand that any direct intervention from outside my father’s knowledge, will not bend the desired outcome. He tends to be quite obstinate when challenged, and I am certain that he will dismiss your concerns and find a different solution for an heir, undoubtedly through adoption.”

Mabel's eyes studied you for a few more moments before she finally nodded, conceding to your point. “Very well, then. But remember, the clock is ticking. We don't have time to waste.”

“I understand.” You assured her. ”And you should know, grandmother, that I am committed to our family.”

She seemed to relax slightly, but not completely. “I suppose we shall see if your commitment matches your words. Just know that the future of our family is at stake.”

“I'm fully aware of that.”

Mabel's narrowed eyes held a glint of approval, and a small, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips. Your expression remained composed, masking any emotion, as you witnessed this rare display.“ Perhaps there's hope for you after all.”

“I won’t let you down.”

Her perpetual frown returned, and her eyes resumed their familiar steely gaze.“No one knows that I am in Obsidian at the moment, so when we see each other, don’t forget to act surprised.”

“Yes, grandmother.” You nodded, bending down and kissing her cheek. 

“Go on now.”

As you walked up to the door, your hand stopped at the handle, sensing her eyes on your back. “Thank you, grandmother. I am happy to know that I have someone who understands me.” You subtly stroked her pride, noticing a slight swell in her chest.

Once you stepped outside and walked out of the hotel, you were determined to keep your plot moving. If she thinks she will keep you wrapped around her finger, she is wrong.

Stepping into your house, you exhaled loudly, longing for a break to collect your scattered thoughts, before moving on to the next stage of your plan. Although rushing isn't ideal for any hidden agenda, you need to act quickly since the consequences of your deception have triggered a chain of events that would undoubtedly change your life. And with that, you know that time was your biggest enemy.

As you stepped into the living room, your body slightly jerked causing you to freeze in your tracks, with your breath locked in your throat. "Alastor?" His name tumbled from your lips. 

"Surprise, my dear." He turned to face you, a warm smile curving his lips as he faintly spread his arms. 

Your heart raced in your chest with a thousand questions flooding your mind. What was he doing here? "I thought you were at work." 

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. "I took the day off, so I thought we could spend the day together."

Your eyebrows furrowed. Spend the day together? This wasn't something he typically did. “Oh!”

"I have something for you." He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “Come on, my love.”

“You…really didn't have to.” You hesitantly approached, placing the purse on the hall table in the hallway that connected to the living room. 

He shook his head, his smile unfaltering. "Nonsense." He stepped to the side and gestured towards the coffee table. "Look."

Your gaze followed his hand, and curiosity flickered in your eyes as they landed on a cage. "Finches!" He exclaimed, in a jovial tone laced with enthusiasm. "I thought they might keep you company when I'm not around."

"Alastor, I…" Your voice trailed off as you knelt in front of the coffee table, seeing the two little birds chirping and leaping from one perch to another.

Alastor joined you, kneeling beside you and gently tapping the side of the cage with his index finger, prompting the two little birds inside to tilt their heads inquisitively. "You don't seem entirely pleased." He observed, glancing at your side profile and raising an eyebrow. "You don’t like it?"

You blinked, torn between your inner thoughts and the current moment. "No, it's not that.” You shook your head, standing up at the same time as him. ”I do find them adorable. It's just... unexpected.”

Alastor chuckled softly. "Well, surprises are meant to be unexpected, darling." He paused, looking thoughtful for a moment, leaning his head slightly back and narrowing his eyes. "Actually, there's something else I wanted to give you."

Your eyebrows raised. "What is it?"

Alastor's lips curled into a mischievous grin and his brows raised. "I'll be right back."

Confusion flickered across your face as he turned and walked out of the house. You plunged on the couch and exhaled heavily. His unexpected presence has delayed your plans for the moment, but hopefully, you'll be able to convince him to do something else, giving you time to prepare yourself.

As you dozed off into the distance, your eyes began growing heavy and the fatigue of the sleepless night started straining your muscles. You let out a soft sigh, the quiet rhythm of the grandfather clock and the melodizing chirps of the flinches filled the living room, luring you towards the edge of sleep. When your head slumped back, you jolted in your seat, and your ears perked at the sound of the front door creaking open. 

Snapping your attention towards the hallway, your eyes widened and your mouth dropped as you saw Alastor entering the living room. "Alastor, is that...?" You stood up, your voice a combination of surprise and disbelief.

He grinned sheepishly. "I know, I know. I've always said I'm not a dog person, but... well, you seem to like ‘em so."

In his arms, Alastor cradled a small cavalier King Charles spaniel. Its velvety chestnut coat contrasted the patches of white on its paws and chest. Its eyes were large and shone with curiosity. Despite your shock, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth at the sight of its feathery fringed ears that seemed to dance with the little tilts of its head. The puppy's tail wagged excitedly, as you extended a hand to let it sniff you. “I wasn’t allowed to have a dog because of my mother’s allergies.” You said in a quiet tone.

“I’m glad you liked it, my love. I had it in the car.” Alastor smiled, watching you gently stroking the spaniel's soft fur. The puppy started to wiggle in his arms, giving you a little yip of excitement. “Oh, look at this. He already adores you.”

You glanced up at Alastor, your hands itching to pick the little fur ball. He chuckled, patting its head, seemingly enjoying seeing your eager anticipation to hold it. ”Who knows, maybe I'll learn to like dogs." His voice held a little hint of playfulness in it as he finally gave in to you.

You took the puppy into your arms, and at the same time, it excitedly tried to lick your face. As you reached out to gently stroke the puppy's head, you looked up at Alastor with a soft smile. "Thank you, Alastor. This is one of the best gifts I ever had."

…

“Do you have any suggestions for its name?” You laughed, when the puppy complained, whining as it tried to howl. “Oh, you’re so cute.” You gave a quick glance at Alastor, noticing a fleeting softness in his eyes for a brief moment before his expression shifted. 

He cleared his throat and looked at the grandfather’s clock. "Oh, I don’t know. You have quite the creative bone, my love. You pick.”

“What am I going to call you?” You said in a baby voice, slightly turning, cradling the pup in your arms, scratching its belly. It has been a while since you laughed, and it felt good, for the moment.

Alastor’s eyes remained fixed on you, watching with a hint of amusement as you playfully introduced the pup to the little birds. "Now, how about we take this little fur ball for a walk?" He shoved his hands in his pockets. "What do you say, my dearest? A day out, just the three of us?"

“You wanna go for a walkie?” You stood up, gently pressing the little one against your chest, and walking past Alastor. 

“We will need to buy some dog food and a collar too.” He grabbed your purse and followed you out of the house, putting his hat on. “And a leash.”

The park was nestled within the heart of Obsidian with many people scattered around. Children played together, the light breeze carrying not only the fragrance of grass and blossoms but also their laughter. 

Finding a quiet spot beneath the shade of an oak tree, you watched as the puppy's ears flapped as it leaped around with excitement, playfully nipping the leash, growling in glee. You smiled, unleashing the energetic fur ball and putting it on the trimmed grass. 

“You shouldn’t leave it like that.” Alastor sat down on the bench, one arm casually draped over the backrest, his legs crossed with one ankle resting over the opposite knee.

“It's just exploring.” You said, giggling as you watched the puppy recoiling as it tried to sniff a dragonfly. 

“Sit with me, my love.” Alastor called, patting the seat beside him.

Giving in to his invitation you saw the puppy scampering around the grass, its tiny paws creating a soft pattering sound as it ran and jumped around. Since you never had a dog before, and Alastor had given you the liberty of naming the pup, you wanted the name to be perfect. 

You laughed as it curiously approached a fallen leaf, and leapt back when the leaf rustled in the breeze. "Any ideas yet?" Alastor asked, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your left arm. 

"A few." You caught Alastor looking at you, and you quickly turned your attention back to the puppy, ignoring how his touch provoked a blanket of goosebumps. "But I want it to be perfect."

“Hmm.” Alastor's gaze shifted towards the children in the distance, seemingly indifferent as he added. "Sometimes I wish life could be as simple as this, with no worries or obligations."

You licked your lips and looked to the side, understanding the meaning behind his words. “Agree.” His touch became more ghostly, the tips of his fingers grazing your skin. “Life shouldn’t be dictated by it or any kind of expectations.”

“Where did you wander off this morning?” Your breath got caught in your throat, and your heart gave a strong thud, almost making you feel dizzy.

"I had some errands to run." You replied, attempting to keep your voice steady despite the sudden rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you.

"I'm only asking because I've been waiting for you for a long time." He said, tilting his head, and staring into the distance. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

You cleared your throat, attempting to compose yourself. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be gone for so long.” Your gaze met his, his brown eyes locking onto your (e/c) ones, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. “I've been seeking a vacancy at Justine's hair salon, but it's always crowded.” You sighed, crossing your arms and legs, biting the inside of your cheek, averting your gaze. “Alastor.” You protested, grabbing the wide-brimmed hat edges, keeping it in place when his fingers slipped under your hat and stroked your hair.

"Your hair is indeed getting a little longer." He removed his hand, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Though, if you're aiming to maintain the trendy haircut and you can’t seem to get a vacancy at Justine’s, I can always offer to cut it."

…

“What?” He chuckled as you arched an eyebrow. “I’m good with scissors, I used to cut my mother’s hair. Just ask her.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your body away from him with a pout on your lips while you adjusted your hair underneath the hat. “The puppy!! Alastor, where's the puppy??” You quickly stood up, frantically scanning the area, searching for the little fur ball, until Alastor's hand closed around yours, keeping you in place.

“The tree on our right, my love.” He said, still seated and holding your hand.

“Oh, thank goodness.” You brought your free hand to your chest, feeling your heart beating erratically. "I thought it had wandered off.”You let out a breath, spotting the puppy lying comfortably beneath the tree, napping.

Alastor let go of your hand and reached for the bag containing the puppy's things. "Shall we make our way back? I must admit, I haven't had the chance for a proper breakfast yet."

“Sure.” You replied, your eyes lingering on the puppy before you turned your attention back to Alastor. "I could go for some food too."

“Terrific, my love. Why don't you retrieve it, and then we can enjoy breakfast at Rosie's Breakfast Nook.”

“I don’t think they allow animals in the establishment.”

"They don't, but it's me we're talking about.” Alastor chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. ”Exceptions tend to follow, or, if you prefer, I can whip up a delightful breakfast for us at home ."

The following morning you made your way to the city's bustling financial district, with the intent of proceeding with the next stage of your risky plan. You spent the whole day with Alastor and the little furball, where the remaining focus of the day went to potty training the energetic pup. 

At night, things took a turn in your household. Alastor wasn't exactly thrilled with the little creature's whining. Protesting when you brought it to sleep in the room. Despite your attempts to persuade him otherwise, he held his ground, insisting that the bedroom should remain exclusively for the two of you, making it clear that the pup shouldn't get used to being there. He had also reminded you that it was not only unethical and unhygienic but most importantly, it was something that significantly exceeded his comfort zone.

How it turned out?

The pup's relentless whining eventually wore you down, leading you to give in to its begging. This prompted Alastor to grab his pillow and clothes, relocating himself to the guest bedroom, and taking a moment to remind you, to change the sheets and covers, emphasizing that this would be both the first and last time the little fur ball would sleep in the bed.

After he had left, you snuggled the pup, its soft fuzzy fur providing you comfort as your mind rummaged through the plan. You were aware that hastening it posed great risks. Yet, time was not on your side, but you clung to the belief that success was still attainable.

 This had to work.

Stopping in front of Obsidian’s Great Bank, you reached down and scooped the pup into your arms, securing the leash around your right hand, feeling its wagging tail hitting against your left forearm. “ You behave, yes? ” You whispered with a smile, your eyes briefly closing as you felt a happy lick on your cheek. 

Wasting no time, you looked from one side to the other and crossed the road, entering the bank. Unfortunately for married women, such as you, society still kept close ties with traditional roles where women were viewed as dependents and homemakers rather than as individuals with financial autonomy. Imposing various restrictions such as requiring the husband's approval signature to access the funds. 

Making it nearly impossible to withdraw a substantial sum of money without raising suspicion, and since asking Alastor’s permission would surely alert him of your intentions, this option was out of the question. 

So, you had only one alternative.

“Y/n?”

“Hello, Ava.” You smiled brightly, leaning in for your friend's hug. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m doing great.” She smiled, both hands on your shoulders. “The last time I saw you was at your wedding. How are you, honey?”

“Fine.” You looked down, seeing her mouth open the moment her eyes fell on the pup. 

“You finally got a puppy?” She took it from your arms and allowed it to happily lick her nose. “Oh, you’re so cute. Yes you are, yes you are.”

You looked around, glad the few people around the bank were too busy to pay attention. You took in a disguised breath and lowered your tone. “I need your help.”

Ava looked down at you, her smile slowly fading. “Help?”

“Actually, I’m here to call in a favor.”

“What do you need?” She asked, giving you the puppy back and making her way towards her station, her heels thumping on the white marble floor. 

“Money.” You saw her coworker beside her moving away after she tapped his arm. 

“Do you have the permit?”

“I-no.”

“ Y/n, you know I can’t give you money without your husband’s permit .” She whispered, looking beyond you before looking back at you. “ I will get in trouble. ”

“ Yes, you can .” You whispered back, patting the pup and leaning in. “ You own me .”

“ Damn it, Y/n. ” Ava cursed, keeping an impassive look while pretending to ruffle some papers. “ I can lose my job and go to jail. ”

“ You will lose much more, if you don’t help me, Liam. ” 

The name made her eyes widen, a hint of betrayal washing over her features. She cleared her throat, picked up a pen, and scribbled down something on the paper in front of her.  “You always know how to get me tangled up in your mess.”

You swallowed silently, your heart twisting inside your ribcage. You felt ashamed for resorting to this, but you needed the money. “ Are you going to help me or not? ” 

Ava sighed silently, keeping her head straight, clenching her jaw as she discreetly slipped you a piece of paper. “Just write down the amount you need.”

Reaching for the paper, you felt a subtle tremor run through your hands. This was the foundation of your plan and without this money, all your efforts will be in vain. You hadn't endured your grandmother's hurtful words, nor had you silently witnessed her chilling disclosure of your family's elaborate schemes for nothing. “How long do you think it will take you?”

“Oh!” Aval tapped her fingernails on the counter, hastily masking her shocked expression. “Y/n, this is a lot of money.”

“I trust you can get it.”

"I mean... I can, but it's going to require some time." She admitted. “Maybe three, four weeks at most."

"No, that won't work." You shifted the puppy to your other arm, soothing it with gentle pats. "I need it by next week."

"I’m sorry but that is impossible, Y/n. Large transactions like this require specific approvals from higher-ranking officials." Ava explained, her thin eyebrows rising in concern. "Remember, this is a prestigious bank and its policies are extremely restricted. I'll need to assess the paperwork, and bypass the officials' authorization, which is not only exceedingly difficult but also dangerous."

You took a deep breath, your mind racing with fear becoming more of a common emotion in your daily routine. "Ava, I understand, but waiting for three to four weeks just won't work for me. Is there any way we can expedite the process?"

“You can't do much unless you have money in less restricted banks." Ava dabbed her forehead and temple with the back of her hand. "But why the rush?"

"It's for something important I'm working on." You sighed, a hint of frustration in your voice. “Look, I'm up against a tight schedule here. Can I count on you?”

Ava's eyes held yours for a moment and you could sense doubt and fear in her. Her lips slightly parted as she was going to say something personal, but the arrival of her coworker limited her to the automatic speech used on the bank’s clients. “I'll see what I can do, Madam." 

“Thank you kindly.” You replied, offering a warm smile, seeing her cautiously folding the paper and sliding it into her dress’s linen sleeve.

Returning home, you continued running over every detail and gap, trying to find something that might be a nuisance and jeopardize the plan. You seriously hoped that Ava would be able to withdraw the money without getting caught. The last thing you need is a small mishap and everything to tumble down. 

Stopping in your tracks, you noticed your grandmother’s car parked in front of your house. You absentmindedly scratched the pup's ear, when it whined for attention. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering why she was here. Did something happen?

“Madam." The chauffeur stepped out of the car and approached you. "Mrs. Mabel L/n has requested your presence.”

“My grandmother?” You arched an eyebrow, peering into the car. “Where is she?”

“At the hotel.”

“Did something happen?” You inquired.

He shook his head, already opening the door for you. “No, she just wishes to see you immediately.” 

Looking around, you couldn’t help but feel your heart foolishly trash inside your chest. The more you found yourself dealing with her, the more the resentment grew. As you entered the car, you exhaled as you came into contact with the plush seat, your body begging for a moment of rest, after walking endlessly through the town.

“We will be there in no time.” The chauffeur turned on the car and drove off to the hotel. 

You brought the puppy up to your face, rubbing the tip of your nose against its ear, giggling as it lifted its wet little nose and sniffed the air. Almost immediately, your smile faltered as you leaned back against the seat, your thoughts returning to the mysterious note you had received during Mr. O’Banyon’s dinner party. So far, you haven't gotten any other apart from that one.

If your plan works, this will be the least of your problems. 

Before you knew it, the car came to a gentle stop, and the chauffeur promptly opened the door for you. Stepping out of the car, you hastily entered the hotel, seeing Mabel already there, waiting for you. As you closed the gap, you noticed that she had the sleeve of her summer dress slightly pulled back, revealing a tonneau-shaped watch on her wrist. “Grandmother.”

“Finally.” Mabel’s hand encircled around your elbow, her grip surprisingly firm despite her age. Her steps were brief and hurried, as she was trying to fight against the clock. “Come with me.”

“Wha-What happened?” You asked, keeping the fur ball nestled in your arms as she took you to the hotel’s garden. 

… 

You didn’t like her silence, this woman was up to something. Like you didn’t have enough on your plate, now she comes up with something out of the blue? If you remember correctly, she had said she’d see you at your parents' house for dinner.

As you two got further into the garden, your grandmother pulled you back by your elbow, turning you to her as she began assessing you, making sure you looked presentable, giving some light tugs on the edges of your dress and brushing your shoulders to smooth the fabric. She muttered something under her breath related to your choice of clothing while taking her lipstick out of her purse and applying a layer to your lips, lightly smudging some on your cheeks to give it a little color. “Listen.” She lifted her finger like she was scolding a child, her eyes narrowing.  “Be on your best behavior and get rid of that thing .”

You pressed the little pup protectively against your chest, shaking your head with a slight narrowing of your eyes. “No.” You said, as she ignored you and kept her stare focused ahead.

Following her gaze, you saw a man near the hotel’s fountain with both his hands behind his back, watching two ducks swimming around. You looked back at her but she gave you the cold shoulder, locking her frail arm around yours and pulling you towards him.

Sensing your approach the man turned and smiled. He was tall, elegant, and exuded a sense of authority that surely swooped many people off their feet. As you stopped in front of him, your attention was drawn to a faint scar that went from the apex of his thin eyebrow down to the high curve of his cheekbone on his right side. 

You noticed that his nose was slightly pointy, his lips possessed a subtle fullness and his eyes were the brightest blue you had ever seen. Beneath the brim of his trilby hat, his sleek black layered hair was meticulously styled, with a few strands brushing against both cheeks.

A lighthearted laugh rumbled out of his chest as he found your shameless scrutiny entertaining, keeping his blue eyes solely fixed on your eyes as your grandmother secretly squeezed your arm in a reprimand gesture for your impolite blunt conduct.

“Y/n, my dear.” Your grandmother’s voice drew your attention back to her as she gestured towards the man. “This is Mr. Vincent Voxley.” She looked up, giving him a short half-nod. “Mr. Voxley, this is my granddaughter, Y/n L/n.”

The grip of your grandmother's hand still lingered on your arm as she released you. “Hello.” You lifted your hand, seeing his smile broadening.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Y/n.” His voice was smooth and refined. And his hand was firm yet gentle when he took yours to plant a kiss on its back. “I have been looking forward to meeting you.”

“You have?” You asked, keeping a calm composure.

“Well yes. Your grandmother has spoken highly of you.” He continued. “She was not joking when she said you were very beautiful.”

You offered a polite smile, absently patting the pup that cocked its head from side to side, staring up at the man in front of you. “I had no idea that my grandmother.” You couldn't help but notice that her eyes were fixed on him, and her usual stoic expression had given way to an oddly pleasant one. “Has been speaking about me." You curiously added while looking back at him.

Now you are certain that she wouldn’t follow with your request to give you time. Apparently, she has been priming this man to replace Alastor for quite some time. Proving that she had her plan in motion way before she had decided to make a return to your life. Do all the people in your family secretly have a guidebook for your life when something doesn't go according to their plans?

Vincent laughed, his shoulders shrugging casually. "I beg you to not take my words as some kind of complaint. I truly enjoyed hearing so much about you."

“Mr. Voxley is the owner of Harbor Exchange Ventures, a prominent brokerage company renowned for its prowess within the maritime industry.” Your grandmother stated proudly. “He is the son of Mrs. Lingard.”

Lingard… Wait, your father’s ex-fiancée? Oh, now that makes sense why your grandmother wanted to marry your father to the Lingard family. They own a brokerage business, and their success would indeed boost your family’s shipping business. And since she was unsuccessful with it, she seized the opportunity to join the two families through you and Vincent Voxley. The last you heard, the L/n Company wasn't facing any troubles.

"What a cute little thing." Vincent smiled, extending his hand to pet the puppy, only for it to nip at his fingers. "Ouch!"

"Oh, dear. Are you alright?" Mabel placed her hand on Vincent's arm, turning to look at you with a glare on her face. “ I told you to get rid of it .” 

Vincent brought the side of his index finger to his mouth, sucking the blood from the tiny wound, laughing as he did so. "It's alright, really. I should have asked if it bites." He turned to look at you.

“My deepest apologies, Mr. Voxley.” You stepped back. 

“You don’t need to worry.” He laughed, lowering his head to see the little pup showing its small teeth. “I love dogs.”

“Say.” Mabel cleared her throat. “I just requested a table for lunch in this wonderful garden.”

“Terrific.” Vincent smiled, shifting his attention to you. “What do you say, Miss?”

You stopped soothing the puppy, glancing up at him. “Lunch? I’m afraid I can’t, Mr.Voxley.”

"Please." He insisted. "It would bring me great joy if you allowed me the opportunity to get to know you better."

…

“She’d love to.” Mabel chimed in, sneaking a hand to your middle back, and nudging you closer to him.

Chapter Text

“I had such a great time, Miss Y/n.” Vincent smiled, his bright blue eyes seemingly melting with the natural light around him, walking side by side with you while accompanying you to the garden’s exit. Mabel followed from a distance, observing you two with her famous everyday frown, expecting this exchange to bring something positive in her perspective.  

You returned the smile, keeping the little fur ball nestled between your arms, briefly looking over your shoulder to the stairs to leave the garden right behind you. “Me too, Mr. Voxley.”  

“Please, call me Vox.” He straightened his shoulders, slightly leaning his head back. “There is no need for such formalities.”

Vox? Isn’t he getting a little too comfortable?

“Thank you for this lunch.” You gave a short laugh, patting Jasper’s head as he started to growl again. “I am happy you found Obsidian cuisine to be quite exotic.” You nodded, climbing the stairs sideways while looking back at him. “We are proud of our cultural background.” You noticed your grandmother stopping a few feet away from Vox, raising a thin eyebrow at you while slightly narrowing her eyes. “Have a nice day, Mr. Voxley.”

“Wait, Miss Y/n.” Vox raised a hand, only to quickly retreat it as you turned to face him.” I hope you don't take my words as abrasive and injudicious.” He cleared his throat, climbing a step. “But, with your admission, I'd be delighted to take you to the theater this weekend. Of course, that is, if your schedule permits.”

“That would indeed be very entertaining and…nice.” You forced the last word out with an exhaled chuckle. “But, I am at the moment with a very busy agenda.”

“Oh! Of course.” Vox sighed in disappointment. “I understand.”

“Can you please give us a minute, Mr. Voxley?” Your grandmother Mabel stepped in, her fingers lightly grazing his arm as a faint smile curled at the corner of her lips. You couldn't help but feel your jaw tensing up at the unusual sight of your grandmother showing any indication of a smile. It was entirely out of character and rather unsettling.

“Oh course, Mrs. L/n.” He stepped aside and watched as your grandmother took you away.

“What do you think you're doing?” She asked in a stern voice, her brows furrowing. “Mr. Voxley is willing to extend his stay in Obsidian just to spend time with you, and you have the audacity to decline his generous proposal?”

Quickly suppressing your shock, you leaned in, noticing her eyes narrowing and the wrinkles creasing at the corners. “First, I cannot parade around town with a man who is not my husband.” You stated, shifting your weight from one leg to the other. “Second, have you forgotten our agreement?”

Mabel jutted her chin, clutching her small purse tightly at her side, her scowl deepening by the minute. “I have not.” She stated in a somber tone. “I intentionally postponed our visit to your parents' house to give you more time.” She glanced at Vox. “This is to ensure that you have the opportunity to get to know Mr. Voxley during the time I've set aside for you.”

Taking a deep breath, you met your grandmother's stern gaze, while straightening up your posture. "I appreciate your help, grandmother, but you know it wouldn't be appropriate to be seen with Mr. Voxley in that manner.”

"I understand your concerns, dear, but remember, Mr. Voxley won't be around for too long. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for our family."

“Rushing into something like this will have great consequences.” You looked back at Vox, seeing him examining a long ribbon tied around the garden’s vase, letting it slip between two fingers. “My father’s intervention will cost us greatly.”

“Very well.” She blinked slowly, already turning away. “Just remember that time is of the essence.”

You couldn't shake the feeling that she had something up her sleeve as you watched her approach Vox, aware that she had a plan in motion. Now what it was, you didn't know. But you'll be prepared for what's to come.  

Vox leaned in, tilting his head toward your grandmother, and you saw his lips moving before he turned his gaze to you. You could see his initial disappointment, but it quickly gave way to a charming and cheerful expression as he casually presented his arm to Mabel.

Exhaling soundlessly, you gave Jasper who was hanging in your right hand a comforting squeeze, eliciting an annoyed sound from the little fur ball. As you began to walk toward them, you couldn't help but pray that Ava wouldn't take too long to move forward with your risky request.

“Do you have everything you need?” Alastor asked, opening the car door for you.  

"Yes." You replied as you got in and settled down, keeping the puppy secure in your lap. Alastor closed the door and joined you in the car, starting the engine and pulling away from the driveway. "Alastor!" you protested when he made a sharp turn, nearly causing you to fall into him. "Drive more slowly."

“I’m sorry my dear.” He laughed, playfully.

As Alastor drove away from the house, you rolled down the car's window to let the warm summer night breeze in. You carefully picked up Jasper and held him by the window, letting him sniff the night air, his little nose twitching as it absorbed all the new scents carried by the wind. “Careful, darling.” Alastor reminded you, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“I know.” You tugged your lips, smiling down at the puppy as you settled him back into your lap. 

Jasper let out a little dissatisfied whimper and barked in protest, his tail wagging eagerly as he turned his gaze toward Alastor. “Oh, you're being rebellious already, huh?” He rubbed his chin, making a mental note to shave once he arrived. “Well, too bad, my four-legged friend. But, in my household, you will learn the ropes," Alastor continued, humming to himself, slowing down and shifting gears as he made a turn. "And you will be the most well-behaved pup in town, yes?"

“But, Jasper is already a good-behaved pup, aren’t you?” You giggled, rubbing the chunky little paw affectionately. “I taught him how to shake hands. Look!” You touched his fuzzy chest, offering your hand. "Paw, paw!"

Jasper tilted his head from side to side, before finally giving in and extending a paw. “Oh, that’s impressive, sweetheart. Just a few days had passed and you already taught him a trick.”

“And potty-training.” You added pridefully.

“And the chewing?” 

"Hmm, still working on that." You admitted with a sheepish grin, glancing down at the furry little troublemaker who let out an excited yip.

"I saw what you did to my shoes." Alastor remarked, his gaze fixed on the road, a faintly annoyed look crossing his face as the puppy playfully barked at him once more. "That's all I have to say about it."

“It was an accident.” You chimed in, a warm smile on your face as you looked down and saw him raising a tiny paw to Alastor. “Wasn’t it? Yes, it was.” You gently lifted him and allowed him to lick your high cheekbone.

Alastor sighed, his tone still tinged with irritation. "Mhm. I don't want him to sleep in our room anymore."

"Just until he gets a little older.” You assured him.

"I had a dreadful night without you by my side," Alastor admitted, slowing the car down to momentarily gaze out of the window before resuming his driving.

"What...what was that?" You raised an eyebrow, glancing back before turning your attention back to Alastor, gasping. "Oh, were you just checking out Louise?"

“Darling!” Alastor chuckled the word, sharing glances between you and the road, clearly amused. "That's quite an absurd presumption."

You slapped his hand away when he pinched your cheek, laughing as you scoffed in protest. “Are you jealous, my beautiful butterfly?” He laughed. “Rest assured, I only have eyes for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you scooched away as much as the limited space allowed, reminding yourself why you never enjoyed riding in the car with him. "First of all, no, I am not ." You adjusted Jasper in your lap, cradling him between your hands. “Second, keep your eyes on the road. I hate it when you do this.”

"Do what?" His grin widened as he kept his eyes on you.

"That." You glared at him again, slapping his hand away. "Alastor, keep your eyes on the road."

“Hmm, you know, my sweet flower?” He raised both his eyebrows, his grin widening. “I feel particularly inclined to try something new tonight.”

 You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him, lifting your right eyebrow.“What do you mean?”

Without a word, Alastor pulled over, leaving the car running. He opened his door, and stepped out of the car, walking around to your side.“What are you doing?” You asked, confused as he opened your door.

"On our 6th date, I recall you mentioning that you've always wanted to learn how to drive." Alastor said, nudging you to the driver’s seat as he entered and shut the door. "So, why not today?"

"I, uh, I'm not entirely sure about this." You replied, cautiously inching forward. Your foot brushed against the pedals as you attempted to reach them, but the car was designed for taller people, and Alastor was...much more significantly taller than you.

"Don't worry, my love," Alastor assured. "I'm right here to guide you." 

You glanced down at the pedals, and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. Well, he was right, this was something you'd always wanted to learn. "Okay." You replied hesitantly, shifting in the seat to get closer to the pedals. 

"Good." Alastor came closer, and pointed down."Now, that's the brake pedal. The one on the right is the gas pedal. And don't forget the clutch pedal and the gearshift.” He tilted his head to look at you, seeing you attentively following his finger. ”When you're ready to move, you'll gently press the gas pedal while coordinating with the clutch pedal and shifting gears."

You nodded, your hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "Gas pedal on the right, brake on the left… Hmm, clutch pedal and gear shift. Got it."

“Excellent.” Alastor smiled, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. "Now, remember to press the clutch, shift the gear, and then slowly release the brake while giving the gas pedal a gentle push."

With trembling hands, you followed his instructions, trying to keep your right foot from shaking as you pressed the petal. The car began to slowly move forward, and a wave of excitement and fear swept through you. “Oh!" You took in an excited breath. "I’m doing it. Alastor, look at me!”

"Easy, my dear." He said soothingly, using his fingertips to slightly turn the steering wheel, as you inched forward. "You're doing splendidly."

Giggling nervously, you glanced at Alastor with a big smile while following his instructions to the letter. Gradually, you started to drive a bit faster, and you noticed from the corner of your eye, Alastor picking up Jasper. "See, my love, you're a natural."

“This is-not so hard.”

“Oh! what do I do? What do I do?” You frantically steered the wheel from one side to the other, yelping and gesturing to the people to get out of the road. “OUT OF THE WAY! OUT OF THE WAY!”

A man jumped to the sidewalk just in time, narrowly escaping you. He raised his fist and shouted angrily, "YOU MANIAC!" 

Alastor laughed, holding the puppy in one hand while keeping the other on the car’s roof, balancing from one side to the other. “Alastor.” You pleaded, looking at him in panic, brows knitted and eyes wide with fear and disbelief. “Do something-HIH” You shrieked, missing another pedestrian by luck. “Oh my GOD!”

His laughter was wild and unbridled. As if he was having the time of his life, reveling in the chaotic thrill of the moment. His once well-groomed hair danced wildly at terrifying balances, while the puppy in his hand whimpered frightenedly.

Keeping an iron grip on the steering wheel, you couldn’t help but see everything turning into a blur of startled pedestrians and honking horns, a surreal nightmare that ensued with you spreading terror on the streets.

As panic and chaos continued to grow within you, you desperately searched for a way to regain control, thinking the car had a mind of its own. “AH, this is nothing like I had imagined.” You gritted your teeth, feeling your heart pounding painfully against your chest as you swerved the car. “Owww!”

A glint of mischievous twinkled in Alastor’s brown eyes as he reached out, putting the puppy down, and keeping him secured between his feet. “Let me help you, darling.” He said, between fits of laughter. His fingers gently guided the steering wheel, as if he were playing with it, teasingly swaying from side to side.

You narrowed your eyes dangerously at his hands, your anger and frustration boiling up. But then, just as you took in a deep breath to voice your exasperation, his hands moved with sudden precision, swiftly pressing down on the car's brake, his body instinctively drawing closer to yours, bracing for the abrupt stop. You screamed until the car jolted and screeched to a safe halt, finally putting an end to the crazy, adrenaline-fueled trip.

Your breaths came in short, shallow gasps as the whole ride and the abrupt stop left you quivering, with the remnants of adrenaline coursing through your veins. Alastor leaned back on the seat, loudly exhaling a chuckle while running a hand on his disheveled hair. 

“You…bastard!” You lunged at him, smacking the side of your fists on him repeatedly. Your anger was only fueled once Alastor recoiled and resumed laughing, seemingly enjoying your outburst. "I hate you, I hate you!" You said between gritted teeth, the intensity of the moment leaving you trembling once you stopped, bringing your hands to your face.

“Oh, my love.” Alastor attempted to reach out for you, but you forcefully pushed his hand away. He lifted his arms as you quickly bent over him, grabbing Jasper and cradling him against your chest, feeling his little heart beating as rapidly as yours.

You glared with anger still simmering in you as you drew back from his touch once more. “Don’t touch me.” You pulled your legs in the opposite direction as he scooched closer, one arm draped over the car’s joined seat with his left knee unintentionally brushing against your thigh. “You’re sleeping on the couch.”

“You look so beautiful when you’re angry.” Alastor teased, brushing the side of his index finger against your right cheek, hastily removing it once you tried to slap it away.

“You're hopeless.” You scoffed furiously, opening the car door and slamming it shut. 

Still physically shaking from the harrowing ride, you released a loud staggering breath, keeping the little fur ball pressed against your chest, accepting the comfort he provided after your jittery adventure. 

Hearing steps approaching, you licked your lips and locked your face with a scowl. You opened your mouth, taking in a breath before jerking back, and seeing a man approaching you menacingly. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He threw his hands up, his face red with anger and a sneer on his lips as he looked at you from head to toe. "You almost ran me over, you idiot!"

You stepped back and pressed the puppy further against your chest, hearing a long growl. “Huh..S-sir, I am so sorry, I-!“

 "A woman's place is at home, not behind a steering wheel. Have you no shame?"

You felt a surge of anxiety and anger boiling up inside you as you opened your mouth, ready to snap back at the man's hurtful comment, but before you could utter a word, Alastor's voice cut you off. You hadn't even realized that he had left the car, as he had suddenly materialized out of nowhere.

“Kind sir," Alastor's steps were measured and composed, purposefully positioning himself between you and the man. "I'd advise you to choose your words carefully. Mistakes happen, but let's not make this one you'll regret." Alastor's chuckle held a hint of dubious amusement, and a small, enigmatic smile graced the corner of his lips as he slowly slid his hands behind his back. "We wouldn't want the rest of your night to take an unfortunate turn, would we?"

From beside Alastor, you cautiously popped your head, your eyes fixed on the man's face, watching as his confidence wilted and his anger began to subside. "Well, I…. “ His red face started to gradually pale, his clenched fists slowly relaxing as he cleared his throat, producing an audible rasp as he reached up to loosen his collar. 

Swallowing hard the man took a subtle step back to put some distance between himself and Alastor. ”M-maybe I was a bit too hasty with my words."

“ Alastor .” Your voice barely rose above a whisper as your hand gently found its way to his elbow. “ It’s alright .”

“No, it’s not, my sunshine. “ Alastor replied tenderly as he removed your hand and gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. ”This gentleman owes you an apology.” He declared, tilting his head at you before looking directly at the man. “Isn’t that correct, my friend?”

The man shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around nervously as he mumbled a barely audible apology. Alastor chuckled, giving the man a stern look. "Louder, if you please. The lady deserves a proper apology."

"I-Yes-Yes." The man stammered, his voice quivering as he licked his lips. His gaze darted anxiously between you and Alastor, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "I am so sorry for insulting you, Miss."

"It's  Mrs ." Alastor corrected, his ever-present smile briefly flickering as a subtle edge of irritation seeped through his face. It was an unusual sight for those who knew him well, and even for you, who had witnessed it before. 

The most distinctive one was when he was courting you and a previous suitor had intruded on your date. But let's keep out the one where you saw him without a smile on his lips. You know…The one at the dinner party that gave you cold feet.

"I accept your apology, sir." You said in a quiet tone, feeling your husband comfortingly rubbing your right arm. 

You didn’t like this.

"Oh, one more thing, my friend." As Alastor let you go and casually approached the man, his looming presence casting a shadow over the man. He slightly bent down, and the air grew heavy with tension, causing an unsettling feeling gnawing at you. "Please consider reading an etiquette book on how to treat women properly." He said as he pulled his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. “Your distasteful behavior may one day elicit an unfavorable response, and you might find yourself in a rather dire situation.”

The man, visibly taken aback by Alastor's words, fumbled for a response as he stepped back, searching for an escape from the uncomfortable situation he had put himself in. "Y-Yes, sir. I'll read it."

Alastor’s shoulders slightly shook with his chuckle, nodding curtly. "That would be wise."

With that, he turned away from the man, encircling his arm around your shoulders once more, leading you towards the car. “I’ll do the driving, my love.” He said in a joyous tone, opening the car door for you.

As you settled into the comfortable passenger's seat, you watched as the man took a few hesitant steps backward, his gaze fixed firmly on the ground before he made a quick retreat. Glancing at Alastor, you noticed that he was sitting in the car with his left foot outside, looking at the fleeing man.

Giving a final glance in his direction, Alastor closed the door and started the car, driving you both away from the scene. He drove quietly through the night until he got into a rather dispersed neighborhood.

You bent down and affectionately kissed the puppy, feeling a gentle grazing of Alastor's fingers on your right shoulder, as his hand settled on it, and started pulling you closer to him. You abruptly brushed him away, directing a sharp glare at him as your anger flared up. "I can't believe you." You protested, your voice tinged with annoyance. ”That could be avoided, if-!”

“First of all, my beloved.” Alastor said, keeping his bent right elbow resting on the car's joined seat and his left one on the window while carefully steering the wheel. ”Impertinent individuals, like that one, will from now on think twice before crossing the line again. Second," He turned his gaze towards you, his eyes locking onto yours, and the corner of his lips curling with relish. "You are my wife, so I did what I had to do: protect you from that brainless moron whose behavior was nothing short of a bull in a china shop." 

You sighed and turned your body away, glaring outside the window. “Just keep your eyes on the road.”

“That idiot was not going to shower you with compliments or give you a pat on the back. ” He said, focusing on the road ahead as he shifted gears and smoothly made a turn. “I say he got lucky.”

You studied his profile, your shoulders relaxing as you arched an eyebrow, your eyelids slightly drooping. “You’re not a violent man, Alastor.”

A soft, rumbling chuckle emanated from his chest, his eyes narrowed just a fraction, and his smile grew as he sighed happily. He swayed from side to side as he guided the car down a long cobblestone pathway with a house at its end. "I'm truly not, my love." He replied, raising his eyebrows. "But I can become one if the moment requires it."

You didn’t look at him, opting to instead continue to keep your gaze on the hidden trees among the darkness, while patting the little puppy. “Yeah, right.” 

The car soon came to a gentle stop, and Alastor turned the engine off, allowing the night to partially engulf the parked vehicle. His attention stayed riveted on the second floor, where the silhouette of a woman parted the curtain before vanishing in haste.

 Turning towards you, he noticed that you kept absentmindedly stroking little Jasper who laid sound asleep in your lap, while you were apparently lost in your thoughts. “Are you still upset with me, my beautiful pouting flower?”

You jolted from your contemplative daze with a frown instantly printed on your face. With an exasperated huff, you swung the car's door open, managing to place one foot outside before Alastor playfully tugged at the ends of your dress. "Knock it off." You scolded, elbowing his hand and giving it a few slaps.  

He laughed, stepping out of the car and opening its trunk to retrieve the bags. "I'll be tossing and turning all night if you're still angry."

"I don't care." You scoffed, narrowing your eyes at him, and coming to a halt beside him, as he closed the trunk and picked up the bags. “I am never going to drive again, especially with you by my side.”

“But, darling.” Alastor chuckled as he walked with you to the house. “I think you did a pretty good job.”

"A pretty good job." You repeated in an annoyed tone, shooting him a sideways glare. "I almost ran over pedestrians, and you're telling me I did a pretty good job? Tch!"

"Well, with a little more practice, you could be one of the best drivers in town."

"Ugh! Just quit it." You grumbled, not in the mood for his rambles.

The house's door flung open, and your mother-in-law, Sybil, came out with her hands clasped together, her face beaming with joy as she welcomed you both home. “Finally, you arrived!” She gave a few steps forward. “What took you two so long?”

"Hello, Mother." Alastor called out cheerfully, nudging you forward with the bags. "Sorry for arriving so late." He climbed the stairs, stopping to give her a quick kiss. "We were on an adventure."

“Oh! An adventure? That sounds exciting.” She stepped aside, letting him inside the house before turning to you. Her eyes widened, looking from the little fur ball to her son who stopped in the hallway. “A puppy?” Sybil asked incredulously. “Oh, heavens!” She exclaimed, taking the pup from your arms and examining it. “I  can’t  believe you made Alastor like dogs. He used to hate them.”

“Mother please.” Alastor sighed softly, subtly rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't go so far as to say that I hate them, but it's more of a dislike. In fact, I still do.” He tilted his head to the side, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. “But for my wife, I'm willing to make some adjustments.”

“What’s its name?” Sybil asked, putting a hand on your middle back, gingerly pushing you into the house, and closing the door behind her.“Oh, what a cute little thing you are.” 

“Jasper.” You smiled, watching Sybil turning the puppy towards her, blowing kisses into the air. 

“Hello, Jasper. You are so cute, yes, yes. So cute.” She giggled, looking at you both before making her way to the living room. “Now all that's missing is a baby, and the family is complete.” 

Your eyes momentarily locked with Alastor’s, but he was the first to avert his gaze, busying himself with carrying the bags into the living room and placing them on the floor. “Are you doing well with groceries, Mother?” He inquired politely.

"I'm doing just fine, sweetheart." Sybil assured, gently tending to the puppy and cleaning the gunk from his eyes. "I know how to take care of myself. You don't need to worry about me."

"Nonsense," Alastor replied with a shake of his head. "Just because you're a tough woman doesn't mean I should stop caring for you." He gathered the bags, hoping to shift the conversation away from the direction he suspected his mother wanted to take. "I'll take these to the bedroom and be right back."

"Are you planning to take this adorable little thing with you tomorrow?" Sybil inquired, but before you could respond, Alastor answered for you.

"No, Mother, I was hoping you could take care of him while we're away." Alastor responded, shouldering the bags. "Also, can you find a suitable spot for him to sleep?"

You stepped forward, raising a finger, "Not outside. Jasper is an indoor puppy."

"Of course, honey." Sybil replied with a warm smile. "I'd never put a cute little thing like this one outside alone." She gently put the puppy down, laughing as he scampered over to you. "Aww, how sweet."

Alastor chimed in. "Any place but the bedroom, and preferably away from any kind of footwear." He stated. “Our little Jasper has developed quite a fondness for chewing. So be careful, Mother.”

"Why don't you go settle the bags, and I'll help your mother?" You suggested, already heading towards the kitchen with the puppy following happily.

Sybil watched you go, bringing a hand up to her lips, giggling as she looked at Alastor, who raised a questioning eyebrow. "You two look so cute together."

"I know." He replied with a smile.

"I thought I'd never see the day of you being a husband. Your father is surely proud of you, my cute little strawberry." Sybil pinched his left cheek affectionately. "Now, go do your thing, and if you can, set the table. I wasn't sure you'd ever arrive. ”She placed a hand on her hip while tilting her head. ”You'll have to tell me all about the adventure you two had."

"Oh, you're going to love hearing about it." Alastor assured her with a kindhearted laugh as he headed off to the guest room. 

Sybil watched her son leave and joined you in the kitchen, where you were lifting the pan's lid with a smile as your eyes fell on the delicious food. "I hope you're hungry, sweetie. I cooked your favorite." She said, warmly bringing her hands together.

"Oh, I'm starving. It smells so good." You replied with genuine enthusiasm.

"Y/n?" Sybil called with a hint of concern, and you turned to her, the smile slowly fading.

She looked towards the door, seizing this moment of privacy. ”Is everything alright?" She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Are you two having trouble?

You laughed nervously, trying to maintain composure. "Huh…y-yes, of course. Why wouldn't it be?"

Sybil sighed, her demeanor shifting to a more cautious tone. She licked her lips and swallowed silently, then raised her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes as she tried to approach the sensitive topic. "You know, Albert sometimes had trouble...well, let's say he had moments when he wasn't as...passionate." She said, choosing her words carefully.

Wait, what? Oh…Ohhh.

 Oh, no!

Your nervous laughter continued, but you couldn't hide the tremble in your hands. Sybil noticed, and her gaze quickly locked onto yours.

“W-what? Oh, no, no.” You stammered, bringing a hand to your right cheek, feeling your face growing hot. “Everything is fine. Alastor is fine, hah, hah, hah.” You stepped back, your hand instinctively reaching for your throat. 

"We are just taking our time." You took a hidden breath to steady yourself while nodding and pursing your lips before continuing. "You know... waiting for the right opportunity."

…

"We've only been married a few months." You continued as Sibyl stood quiet, your voice carrying a touch of humor to lighten the conversation. "We'd like to do everything a childless couple can do before bringing a child into the world, hah, hm." You swallowed dryly, sensing Jasper’s presence and bending down to pick him up.

"Look, sweetie." Sybil’s gaze went briefly towards the kitchen door before she went to a cabinet, knelt, and pushed a small door from the inside, retrieving a jar. 

"This has helped my beloved Albert a few times." She patted the jar as she approached you. "This is erosia leaves." Sybil unscrewed and lifted the jar's lid, and a sweet aroma wafted up to your nostrils. The elongated oval dark red leaves, though dried, retained a glossy appearance, with their edges deepening into a richer, darker bluish.

"And they can be used in any kind of beverage .” She explained, in a hushed tone. "Although I do not recommend using them in alcohol since it will cause the effects to persist for longer than they should."

“Oh!”

“Anyway, as I was saying, since Alastor is not a tea drinker, you can use it in his coffee. " She shook her head and reassured you. "Don't worry, as coffee is stronger than tea, the sweet flavor will be neutralized."

"That is very thoughtful of you." You lifted a hand, offering  the  best fakest smile of your life. "But it's alright. We are not having problems at all."

Sybil's shoulders slightly relaxed, but a faint furrow creased her brow, indicating that her concern might not have entirely dissipated. “Well, if you say so, sweetie.” She replied. as she returned the jar to its hiding place. “I was just afraid things weren’t working.”

“They are.” You stated, managing to stop the slight shake of your voice in time. “We are just savoring our time together.”

 "I understand.” She said with enthusiasm, bringing her hands together. ”I am just so excited to be a grandmother, to finally hear the pitter-patter of little feet running around the house."

Your eyebrows shot up and your lips parted. As you were about to voice your thoughts, the puppy’s joyful barks diverted both of your attention to the door, alerting Alastor's imminent arrival.

“The table is set.” Alastor announced as he entered the kitchen. “Time for a late dinner.” He turned, raising an eyebrow at Jasper. ”Darlings, please wash your hands.”

Alastor stood perched at the edge of the bed, his white shirt slightly unbuttoned to his collarbone, and his bowtie loosened around his neck. He cradled his chin in his hand, with one elbow resting on his left knee, keenly watching you brushing your hair with a smile on his face while following your movements. "Your hair is indeed getting longer." He paused, noticing your movements faltering for a split second before continuing. "Would you like my mother to give it a trim?"

 You took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose, not taking your eyes from your reflection. Keeping your thoughts to yourself about what had transpired in the kitchen. “Don’t talk to me.”

"Oh! You're still upset?" Alastor pointed out rather innocently, raising both his eyebrows in a teasing manner.

You continued brushing your hair, releasing an exasperated sigh as you narrowed your eyes, your lips tugging down in displeasure. "You put me through all that while having a grand time right next to me.” 

Alastor kept his eyes on you, a knowing smile playing at the corner of his lips. He could see your frustration, and he wasn't about to let you off the hook. If he only knew why you were like that. “I know you enjoyed that moment. “

You gasped at his accusation, your eyes locking onto his through the reflection. "Enjoyed?" You repeated, turning in your seat and glaring at him. "You think I liked that?"

"I saw it in your eyes," Alastor replied, tilting his head with a soft chuckle, his expression playful and mischievous.

You pressed your lips together, feeling your cheeks growing warm. "Well, you're mistaken." You retorted, your voice attempting to sound defiant.

Alastor wiggled his eyebrows once, briefly shifting his gaze to the ceiling before returning it to you. “It was daring, yes.” He insisted with a playful tone, “But it was fun. Just admit it, sweetheart, you had a good time breaking free from your comfort zone.”

Clearing your throat, you scoffed, gripping your brush’s handle. "Fun? Fun is not the word I'd use to describe nearly running over pedestrians.“ You closed your eyes, slightly turning your face away. ”You have a very peculiar definition of fun, my darling husband."

“Oh, what a sweetheart.” Alastor gave you a kindhearted laugh, his brown eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, darling, sometimes it's the thrill of danger that makes life interesting. Besides, I was there to make sure nothing went too awry. I would never let anything happen to you."

You set the brush down. "You talk like you are fearless."

Alastor leaned back on the mattress, using his hands as support while shrugging his shoulders. "I wouldn't say fearless, my dear. But I do believe in seizing opportunities and savoring the unexpected moments in life.” He winked at you as you got up, and dressed your robe. ”It keeps things... exciting."

"I’m going to get a glass of water.” You sighed and shook your head, realizing that arguing with him was futile. “ You should get ready to go to bed. We have a long trip tomorrow.” You slipped into your slippers, and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you.

Chapter Text

“You seemed bored, my love.” Alastor remarked, stealing a quick glance your way while continuing to drive. "Care for a game to make the trip more entertaining?"

“No.” You sighed soundlessly, seemingly lost among the vast rich surrounding trees. It was peaceful and yet beautiful at the same time. As if the denseness of your surroundings could keep at bay the stress from the town.

Narrowing your eyes, your eyebrow twitched, sensing his hand reaching for your cheek, giving it a slight playful pinch. “My darling,” Now it was his time to sigh. “I wished you showed a little more appreciation at the small gestures I do for you.”

“I-I appreciate your gestures.” You straightened in your seat, directing your body towards him, folding your hands in your lap as your expression eased off.

“Hmm, do you?” He asked, placing an elbow against the window, resting his chin against his gloved fist, his eyes focused solely on the road. “That is reassuring.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes going for his knees before settling on his face. “I certainly do.” 

“Hah, hah. No, you don’t, my love,” He smiled, shifting gears. “I can give you countless reactions, perfectly memorized by your cold feedback towards me. I could offer you the world and yet you would not be satisfied.”

“Well, I- Why are you bringing this up now, Alastor?” You inquired, tilting your head to the side, and crossing your arms.

“Hmm, mostly because I am trying  to make this marriage work, yet you only seem to focus your time and energy on making things complicated.”

“Making things complicated?” You huffed in disbelief, rolling your eyes with a short shake of your head. So many opportunities for you two to talk about this marriage, and now he wants to do it here? What is he up to?

“I confess work has been taking a lot of my time.” Alastor continued prattling, completely oblivious to the frown adorning your face. Something he always outright displayed his discontent. “I have been putting you aside, not giving you the attention you deserve.”

The only thought that crossed your mind was that you never, ever, liked to be the receiving end of Alastor’s attention. “So, as the source of your undying love, I am ashamed to only act now as some things must be addressed.” 

“What are you talking about, Alastor?” You inquired once again, lifting one eyebrow suspiciously.

Without a word, Alastor pulled over, leaned in towards you, prompted his left forearm on the steering wheel and his right elbow on the car's seat. The sun, from your side of the widow, caught in his brown eyes, tinting them in a honey shade, while his dark brown hair, with its very subtle waves, framed his sunset bronze skin.

Alastor was undeniably handsome, and you understood why so many fawned over him. Adding his easy charm, he effortlessly turned heads wherever he went and made them crave to hear his prattling. Not that he needed it. He knew  the effect he had on others. Yet, despite the attention he garnered, he never seemed to care much for it. You, on the other hand, never cared for him.

Why?

Well, there is no explanation for why you never did, truly. Yes, Alastor was a bit older than you, but that was never the reason why you never stopped to look at him differently. Your eyes were always on Arthur, and no other men could ever reach his level of beauty. 

Sure, you acknowledged Alastor's attractiveness, but it never mattered. What mattered is the fact that he was the one who pursued you, and by his mother's account, relentlessly. Marrying you and ultimately taking Arthur away from you, chaining you down. That resentment made it easy to overlook any charm and looks he possessed.

Adding to the pot is that you had never  known he was after you. However, according to his admission, you two had crossed paths at a festival and had never engaged in conversation because he was supposedly too nervous or shy to approach you. You don't. You just do not want to think about a time where you were free.

Still, you’d never let him know your true thoughts, because if you did, Alastor would tease you more often than not.

"Do you crave physical contact?" He bluntly asked, the smile on his lips not matching his eyes at all. 

Your eyebrows shot up and your mouth dropped in disbelief. He knows damn well you want nothing with him. Why is he asking this random question? Is he looking for some entertainment on this boring trip? 

One thing is clear. You could see it in his eyes that, despite his outwardly relaxed demeanor, he expected a very negative response. "I am not fond of carnal interactions myself, but I might, emphasis on the might , indulge you in your desires if that is what is provoking such coldness and rejection towards me.”

He must be joking… right?

You know he doesn't believe your unhappiness and dissatisfaction in your married life revolve around something as superficial as sexual release. It's almost insulting that he's going down that path.

Do you show gratitude for the gestures he makes for you? Well, yes and no. You genuinely displayed happiness when he brought you the little birds and Jesper, even though he dislikes dogs. However, Alastor's actions are not solely driven by selflessness either. He had made it clear during one of the courting strolls before claiming you as his wife at the church.

On that day, despite his cheerful and usual charming demeanor, he had been stressed by some unknown prior events before picking you up from your parents' house. The details elude your memory of what had transpired and why it had shortened the stroll that day, and what had happened wasn't precisely an ugly quarrel, but it veered from the usual banter of a couple who had just become recently engaged.

After that date, he dutifully delivered you to your father's doorstep at the appointed hour with his departure seeming somewhat hurried. You watched him leave from your bedroom window, observing as he loosened his bowtie and climbed into his car with a troubled expression.

In that moment, a nagging thought crossed your mind. You pondered whether your reluctance and refusal to go on the many pre-planned dates arranged between your father and him had left him mildly upset. It seemed too good to be true at that moment, and you confessed into abusing it, but unfortunately, you didn't have time to think much of it because right after he left your mother and father barged into your bedroom and had demanded you to start to shop for the wedding dress.

So, from that day on, it was very obvious what your future held for you. You play the role of a dutiful wife, and he plays the part of an ideal husband.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you found yourself unable to break eye contact as Alastor continued to stare at you. His eyes felt as though he could see right through you, almost as he could easily unravel your thoughts with  just a glance.

Tsk. Lack of intimacy. Heavens. Your dreams shattered the moment you descended the stairs, unaware of the unwelcome surprise awaiting you. 

Him.

Not to mention that you had just recently found out that being born a man would be better suited for the family, you had learned that your father fled from his arranged marriage to marry the love of his life—your mother, but forced you into one without a second thought. Now both families are pressuring you to have a child while at the same time blaming you, even though your husband is reluctant to touch you. Not that you desire it, but all of this is taking a toll on you, while Alastor seemingly remains unaffected.

Offering a delectable fake laugh, a gesture that always rubbed him the wrong way, most specifically when you were with him alone, you squinted your eyes, putting as much space between you two as the car allowed. Showing physically what you thought about his absurd 'offer'. "What? No." 

“Oh, thank Goodness.” Alastor laughed, rather gleeful and at ease with your answer. “And here I thought you were an unhappy wife.” He resumed driving, running a hand over his hair. “So far I am doing a wonderful job.”

Bastard.

"I confess." He started, nearly halting at an intersection and turning left, keeping his eyes on the road, and lifting a hand, silently urging you to take it. Your fingers hesitantly grazed his palm, and he enclosed it once he felt your touch, bringing it to his lips and planting a single kiss. "I really do not wish to engage in such intimate acts, but I am capable of appeasing you if that is what your heart most desires."

You glared, a subtle twitch of your hand betrayed your desire to retract it. "I’d never want to force you to do something you do not want to." You murmured with an underlying accusation feasting on your tone.

Alastor laughed. "Lovely." He intertwined your fingers with his. "I must say that I simply adore your straightforwardness and simplicity." He released your hand, once again shifting gears and leaning back, resting his right elbow on the car seat.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him sideways, noticing a glint of excitement in his eyes and voice.

"That's why I've planned this romantic escapade for our 9-month anniversary." 

"What?"

"You thought I would forget such a day?" He winked. "Just wait until we reach our 1st anniversary. It will be to die for."

After two days of driving through roads and rustic landscapes, you were disappointed to find out that Alastor’s idea of a romantic escapade was in a secluded cabin in the woods. You had never cared much for the woods, because to you, it was nothing but a source of terrible books and telltales people enjoyed getting their tongue lost in.

Fancying a picnic during spring or summer was one thing, but coming here to spend quality time where you definitely didn’t thrive, did not fit you well. You should have asked exactly where he was taking you. Not that would matter, Alastor most certainly would have said nothing. He’d probably have dragged you to one of his expert word games.

The car came to a gentle stop, and Alastor leaned over the steering wheel to have a better look at the cabin before him. “Come on, my love.” He said, turning the engine off and stepping out of the car, his eyes transfixed at the cabin in front of him. 

You sighed deeply, gripping the car door as you stepped out with one small bag in your free hand. The discomfort of sleeping in the car and finding a suitable place to relieve yourself proved to be something you are not going to give a second chance. Alastor had nearly lost his patience with your constant pestering about potential onlookers, despite being in the middle of nowhere. He had even gone as far as saying he wouldn't stop the car if you wanted a break because you had already worn out four stops where you did nothing.

Your muscles tensed, feeling your legs wobble with each step. The moment you stepped into the cabin, the scent of stale wood enveloped your nostrils. It was very evident that the cabin was well cared for, with walls adorned with deer antlers, two doe heads with a withdrawn gaze that seemed to follow your every move, a formidable bear, and a moose, proudly mounted on display.

Strangely, there wasn't anything in sight that screamed Alastor. This meant no radio tunes, no favorite artist's pictures, not even a family photo. The surprising absence of his identity and preferences, made you raise your eyebrows and eye your husband with confusion, considering how integral they are to his personality. 

You should know. The house you two share has plenty of his things proudly decorating every division, excluding the kitchen and the master bedroom, because you didn’t approve of having so many things that only meant him.

The floorboards creaked underneath your feet, and you set your bag down, removing your coat, and letting it slide through your exposed arms. You took a few steps forward, slowly furrowing your eyebrows as your eyes lingered on the trophies, studying the animals with a growing sense of eeriness. Quickly, your attention shifted when Alastor’s voice snapped you to him. “I have been dying to bring you here, dear.”  

Your eyes quickly widened as you watched him casually drop a stack of letters onto the counter before moving towards the window. In a swift motion, he spread the curtains, allowing light and specks of dust to dance in the air. He had said something but your ears began to buzz followed by a strong coat of sweat sweeping over you, feeling a sudden dread washing over you while recognizing the red ribbon he always used when tying letters collected from the mail.

When did he bring this? Did you fail to collect the mail? 

Oh, no.

No, no, no.

“Did you hear me?” He snapped his fingers in front of you a few times. 

“Hm?”

“There is no electricity, love.”

“What? No electricity?” You asked, managing to keep your voice from wavering. “We don’t have electricity?”

“Why so surprised? We are in an isolated area, my love.” He looked around dramatically.” But we have lanterns and candles.”

“Why would you bring me here then?” You quickly reached for him, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him back, preventing him from getting the letters. “How are we going to survive like this?”

Alastor scoffed a laugh, pinching your cheek a little too hard for your liking. “ Oh, darling, you always say the funniest things. Survive, hah, hah.“

You glared, the tug you had on his sleeve slipping between your clenched fingers. Your heart drummed inside your chest once he grabbed the stack of letters and proceeded to take your luggage to the bedroom. “It’s not funny. You know I don’t do well in this environment.” You followed him almost like a shadow, now unable to keep your voice from wavering. 

“I had lived like this before.” He confessed, giving the bedroom door a light kick and entering with you trailing after. “It will do you some good to be away from the city.” He placed your luggage on the bed, and shoved the stack of letters inside his nightstand drawer, before turning to you.

Your eyes quickly settled on the floor, feeling your blood running cold and sounding almost defeated under his piercing gaze. “Still.” 

“Oh, my flower." Alastor approached. "I brought you here with the best interests at heart, my love.” He lifted your chin, his smile surprisingly not matching his eyes. “A bit of distancing from those insufferable people. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“I-!” You stared at him, not sure what he meant or where he got this idea from. Has he been listening to you all this time? He usually brushed you off without any indication of paying attention to whatever came out of your lips.   

“We have 9 months of marriage.” He placed both hands on your shoulders, the touch heavy, almost controlling. ”Always having to put up with their futile attempts at forcing you to choose the one path, like there isn’t another option.”

Their.  Your family?

You stared at him and you noticed how his eyes ever so slightly narrowed as you were sure he could detect the animosity flowing from you. He could feel it, he could see it as clear as the blue sky above. You kept your tongue on hold, seeing where he’d go with this.

“Like you, I haven’t been spared of such demands.” He said nonchalantly, moving away from you and opening the windows. The light swallowed the entire room, making you blink uncomfortably as your eyes were starting to get accustomed to the light darkness. “It really sours my mood, to be honest.”

“So you brought me here because you  started to feel pressured yourself?” You accused, balling up your fists the moment he turned to look at you with a genuinely unbothered expression and an ebullient smile.

“You think I am bothered by such ridiculous behestings?” He laughed, waving a hand in front of him dismissively. “I do not care for their opinions. It is not their life that I am living. I am not their husband nor you are their wife.”

“It's easier said than done.” You looked up as he approached you, his figure casting a shadow over you. 

“It really is.” Alastor placed his hands behind his back, leaning in, trapping you under his gaze. “All you have to do is to say that you will try harder. Which is what  they want. Or you could just smile and say… no. ” 

“I said no before and I ended up in a church with you.”

“Hmm, and I bet you do not regret a thing.”

“I do.” 

“Oh, oh, you’re such a darling. Always have been.” He stepped aside and grabbed your wrist, pulling you along with him. You gave one last look to the nightstand, the room disappearing from view.

“Now, this place needs a bit of TLC.” He let go of you, loosening his bowtie. “Cleaning utensils are in the small closet near the hallway.” He removed his coat and vest, dropping them on the couch. “Why don’t you start cleaning while I park the car and get the rest of the luggage?”

You sighed with a deep scowl. A quick look around was enough to tell you that the cabin did not require ‘cleaning’ at all, as if it seemed it had been actively used. 

Removing your summer gloves, you grabbed his coat and vest, following with your eyes as you watched him leave and disappear from view. Shots of panic surged within as without wasting a second, you bolted to the bedroom. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your hands trembled as you closed the door and dashed to his drawer, quickly opening it and snatching the letters while fumbling nervously with the lace.

Swiftly undoing it, the letters scattered at your feet at the same time you knelt and began to flip them over, discarding them in desperation while exchanging frantic glances between the door and your search. The room echoed with the shuffling of paper and your breathing as you probed for the one that could possibly incriminate you.

A letter with nothing written on it besides Alastor’s name caught your interest. You stared at it with your breath caught in your throat and the shake of your  hands too insufferable to withstand. This mere piece of paper in you possession seemed to taunt you with the power of ruining everything. Meant for his eyes only.

The sound of approaching footsteps urged you to quickly put the letters in the drawer and move away. You only managed to stop in front of the bed and quickly turn your back to the door while pressing the letter against your chest, just as Alastor entered the room.

"Can't you knock? I'm changing." You protested, shrinking your shoulders.

"Oh, please, dear. It's not as though I haven't seen it all before." He casually replied. 

“Still.” You sighed in exasperation, turning to the left side, ensuring you remained out of his view as he disinterestedly placed the remaining luggage on his side. “I give you privacy.”

“Mhm.” He acknowledged more to himself than you, leaving the bedroom without sparing a single glance in your direction.

You glanced over your shoulder, hearing his footsteps retreating, and noticed the door wasn't completely closed. Seizing the opportunity, you quickly tucked the letter under your side of the mattress before leaving the bedroom. However, as you opened the door, your face collided with Alastor's chest.

"Alastor." You called out angrily, clutching your nose and balling up your free hand.

"Sorry, darling," He chuckled. "I didn't mean to scare you." He pulled you aside by your elbow, and entered the bedroom, unbuttoning his sleeves.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"Changing clothes?” He stopped at his side of the bed and you felt the floor give in under you….If he checks the drawer. ”Aren't you supposed to have changed too?"

"I was going to, but... I heard a thump." You lied, catching a glimpse of the tip of the scar on his back.

“Darling?”

“Hm?” Your attention fell on his face, unaware he had said something. “Yes?”

“Privacy?”

“Tsk. It’s nothing that I  haven’t seen before.”

He chuckled rather amusingly. “Cheeky.”

“Can you unzip my dress?” You tentatively asked, stepping forward when placed his watch on the nightstand, thinking he'd go to the drawer.

Alastor eyed you momentarily, expression unreadable. Without a word, he stepped closer, reaching behind you to unzip your dress before returning to his side. "Thank you." You murmured.

“You are welcome,” Alastor replied, striding away, humming softly to himself while quickly finishing changing his clothes. "Oh, can you please unpack for me, darling? I have to get some wood for the stove and fireplace before it gets dark."

“Of course.” You nodded with a sense of relief. 

“Lovely.” Alastor said, gently closing the door behind him without so much as a glance in your direction.

After he left, you exhaled loudly, sinking down onto the bed. Your shoulders slumped as you collapsed onto the mattress, savoring the comfort after two days of sleeping in the car.

This is going to be a horrible weekend.

Chapter Text

After a quick meal with the remaining food packed for the trip, Alastor and you retreated for the night. You were exhausted, though Alastor seemed more accustomed to it, showing only mild signs of fatigue. Truth be told, you didn't dwell much on that thought, instead, you were more particularly concerned with the letter in your possession.

It just never crossed your mind that in this envelope, it could be something else that Alastor had going on. There were numerous possibilities such as fan mail, a letter from a lost friend, an envious person, or something else entirely. However, the little angel on your shoulder suggested otherwise. 

At this stage of your plan, you couldn’t afford to let everything go down the drain. You had just started to take control over your life, and letting this setback put you in chains is something you want to entirely avoid. Once you have what you have always wanted, no one will have a say in your decision and life. 

In the bedroom, your gaze remained fixed on the vanity you knew was there but you could not see it. Your fingers itched to reach for the letter hidden beneath the mattress. You felt your heart picking its pace and your ribcage contracting, not allowing you to breathe properly.

Chewing nervously on your bottom lip, you held your breath, attentively listening to the rhythmic sound of Alastor's breathing. Carefully counting each steady inhale and exhale, you waited for the right opportunity to get the letter without waking him. 

You muttered a curse under your breath as Alastor turned, his arm instinctively snaking around your waist, pulling you closer until his nose nestled into the crook of your neck. Gritting your teeth, you carefully tried to free yourself from his hold.

A gentle wiggle proved futile, so you resorted to a light kick, which finally did the trick. Alastor stirred momentarily, lifting his head before settling back onto the pillow with a murmur, finally turning onto his back, almost hogging the covers to himself. 

Carefully and slowly, you slid out of bed, avoiding disturbing him. Bating your breath, you knelt beside your side of the bed, and with trembling fingers, you wasted no time in lifting the mattress and quickly reaching for the envelope.

Cautiously, you pressed the letter hard against your chest and started to walk towards the door while cursing colorful words as with each step you took, the floorboards softly creaked under your bare feet, making you momentarily stop and count his breaths again.

Relief washing over you, you managed to successfully tiptoe your way out of the bedroom. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, drowning out all foreign sounds as you hurried to the living room. Skillfully maneuvering through the dark area, you reached the small matchbox resting on the mantelpiece, with the letter securely tucked under your armpit. 

Opening the box, you retrieved a match and attempted to strike it against the rough surface, only to fail. Quickly glancing over your shoulder towards the small hallway that connected to the bedroom, you ensured you were alone. The thought of Alastor popping up out of nowhere and catching you red-handed was disheartening, and you feared what he could do.

Returning your attention to the matches, you tried again and again until finally, a tiny flame flickered, bringing a nervous yet grateful smile to your face. With haste, you opened the envelope and removed the letter within, tucking it once again under your arm. Kneeling, you held the empty envelope over the flame, watching as it started to be greedily consumed. Once the envelope was ablaze, you carefully placed it among the charred wood from the fireplace, the flames quickly gobbling it.

You hated how your body reacted as if it was actively working against your mind to screw you up. Your fingers trembled, cold sweat stuck your nightgown to your skin, your throat swelled and your heart drummed ridiculously in your chest. All to break your thinking process.

Finally unfolding the letter, your lips began moving soundlessly, forming words that only your mind could comprehend. The room bit by bit began to shrink in darkness as disbelief, and fear took over. Your trembling fingers traced the lines, your eyes scanned each word twice to make sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you.

The letter crumpled under your grip, its sides folding and creasing. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath to steady yourself while crumpling the letter into a tightly compressed ball, its prickly edges rooting themselves into your palms like tiny barbs. 

You wanted to scream, to explode. As if you didn’t have enough problems already and now this again. The problem is that you don’t have much time now. Ava is still yet to contact you, your grandmother has given you a silent threatening deadline to get to know Vox so she can marry you off to him while Alastor is still bound to you.

You threw the crumpled letter to the fire, watching as it greedily consumed your Pandora’s box. You closed your eyes, trying to push away the lingering discomfort that wrapped around you like the odd-looking shadows around the dimly lit living room. 

At the party, there were so many faceless people that most of the time you didn’t bother to acknowledge them. That night, you were in no mood to socialize or “make friends”. You simply went because Alastor gave you no option to refuse. Not to mention, it would be awkward to see him without his wife at his side during a very important dinner party. You don’t recall the exact words exchanged between you and him, but this had something to do with Alastor gaining something from his boss. 

With a heavy sigh, you slowly stood up, keeping your eyes on the remnants of the letter. This plan has proven to be more difficult than you had originally thought. Everything and everyone wants a piece of you, regardless of your opinion, thoughts, and desires. Your grandmother, your parents, Alastor. You wished you could feel relief but the word has faded into an abstract notion, losing its entire purpose. 

Would you like to know what you truly are?

A bargaining chip.

That's right. This is what you are to the world. Do you have a voice? Yes. A very beautiful one. But, do they hear it? 

Why would they? 

You are voiceless.  

The fire might consume the physical evidence, but how many times will you resort to it while still trying to get your plan into motion? It is still obvious that more letters will eventually come. So, how many can you intercept before it's too late?

“What are you doing up at this hour?” The casual eloquent sound of his voice made you jolt, causing your voice to momentarily get lost in your throat.  

“Couldn’t sleep.” You lied, not moving, preventing him from seeing the remnants of the letter being disposed of. “Why are you up?” You asked, fingers unconsciously twisting the fabric of your sleeping gown, trying to meticulously pick the right lie since Alastor possessed an uncanny way with words and a sharp mind.

“You were not there.” He shrugged, eyes locked at the back of your head. ”I was afraid you’d take a refreshing night stroll and be savaged by a beast.” Alastor teased, the floorboards creaking under him as he gave a step towards you.

“I don’t like it here.” You admitted, quickly turning around to face him, preventing him from approaching the fireplace. “What if something happens? We are far away from civilization.”

“Are you afraid, my dearest?” Alastor asked in a playful tone, something puzzling glimmering behind his brown eyes.

You hesitated, trying to dispel the unsettling feeling brought by the mounted doe trophy on the wall behind him. Its glassy, lifeless gaze seemed oddly fixated on you as if you were the most intriguing person in the cabin. "I-!"

“What’s the matter, my love?” Alastor asked, raising both eyebrows at you. “Are you alright?”

Your eyes shifted back to him, licking your lips, trying to get a grip on yourself."I just... I worry about the isolation. What if there's an emergency?"

“Oh, oh, oh,” Alastor laughed, stepping closer, a reassuring smile playing on his lips as he knelt in front of you and slipped your cold feet on your fluffy slippers. “My love, you needn’t worry.“ He rose and placed a hand on your shoulders, while cupping your face with the other, his thumb caressing your cheek in a slow smooth motion. 

His soft words, just like his laugh, were melodic and exuded the purest comfort you could ever fathom, however, you could not dismiss the subtle chill running down your spine. ”Out here, away from the noise of the world, nothing will happen to you. I’ll make sure of it.”

You swallowed dryly, and your throat felt like sandpaper. You blinked a few times as your gaze caught a flickering movement in the dark areas beyond the reach of the fireplace’s light. "Time to bed, my beautiful flower." Alastor declared, his fingers gently turning your face to meet him again. “Tomorrow we are going on an adventure.”

Alastor's hand, gently entwined with yours, guided you towards the bedroom with a firm grip. You obediently followed behind, momentarily glancing back as you felt something cold brushing against your ankles. "I cannot wait for tomorrow." Alastor pulled you inside, closing the bedroom door behind you at the same time strange tendrils grew on the floorboard, in front of the fireplace.

“Yes?” Alastor asked, walking to his side of the bed. “Darling?” 

“Wha-S-sure.” You kicked the slippers and slowly got into the bed, leisurely pulling the covers up to your lap, eyes set on the bedroom door.

“Oh, I almost forgot, the fire.” Alastor sighed under his breath.

 Your eyes followed him, hearing the bedroom handle twisting. “Where are you going?” You called after him.

“To put out the fire.” He replied, stepping into the hallway.

“No.” The pitch of your voice made him halt in his steps and turn to face you. ”It’s cold.” You wrapped your arms around yourself, recoiling your legs. "Let it stay for a bit. At least until it warms the cabin a little.”

“Hm, the risks of leaving a fire unattended are not to be taken lightly.” Alastor mused, returning to the bedroom and closing the door behind him. "But, for you, my dear, I will indulge your request and let it burn a little longer.” He returned to the bed. You gave him a small smile, watching Alastor turning to his side, settling into his pillow, and turning the oil lamp off. Your eyes returned to the door, seeing the faint light emanating from underneath it.  

A pang of worry embraced you miserably, drifting your thoughts back to the letter. How many will Alastor receive before you have a chance to reach your personal happiness?

The ominous note that you got during the dinner party was directed at you, so why the sudden change in focus?

This must be a personal, deliberate choice to stay on Alastor rather than opting to straightforwardly blackmail you. Why? Let’s go over the most obvious fact, shall we? If this person wanted money, you would be the primary target, given your status as the heir of one of the town's best shipping businesses. 

And by the letter’s content, this mysterious sender clearly harbors admiration towards Alastor, sending you the note during dinner to corner you, to punish you, so to speak.  

It appears to be also obvious that either they seek his favor, aim to forge a connection, or yearn to be close to him so they wish to spare him of such humiliation. The news of your infidelity would indeed be catastrophic for your reputation, but it would not affect Alastor as significantly as it would you and your family name. 

As you finally lay down on your pillow, your gaze lingered on the ceiling. With both hands resting over your stomach and fingers intertwined, you found yourself lost in a state of deep thought. Once you two return to Obsidian, you will have to pressure Ava some more and find Arthur. 

You cannot afford to idle around and let your plans and life go down the drain. You’re taking the control back. They can all go down the slide of the nine rings of hell with their narrow views of women being weak and puppeteer at their will. You want more. And this is called being happy with the man you love.

In the bedroom, despite being wrapped in comfortable darkness, with only the sides of the curtains allowing a faint moonlight to silver Alastor’s side, you turned your face to his direction, hearing him taking a deep breath, attempting to catch some sleep.

You never stopped to consider what kind of reaction Alastor would have if he had found out what had happened at the party. Violence is out of the question. He was a gentleman, a pacifist coxcomb. Sure he had protected you from that man who had hurled vile words at you. But, he only did what any reasonable person would do in the situation you were in. 

You even mentioned his nonviolent nature, to which he replied with a hint of amusement, that while he wasn't inherently violent, he could become one if the situation demanded it. Just a natural response of someone with common sense.

Looking back to the ceiling, you absently began playing with your thumbs as your thoughts turned to your grandmother. The old, acidic, bitter woman came to ruin your life. She didn't mince her words when expressing her disapproval of the family heir being born a woman. Cruelly confessing to you how your father turned his back on her by marrying the woman he loved, not to mention she had already, behind your parents' backs and yours until she came to visit you, to marry you off to none other than the son of your father’s previous fiancée.

Wait…. your grandmother…Vox?

Vincent Voxley is the current owner of Harbor Exchange Ventures. The prominent brokerage company is renowned for its prowess within the maritime industry. And since she couldn’t meddle in your father’s future where a union with the Voxleys would suit her perfectly, you are now in her hands. 

Could she be the one sending the letters? No, n o . She wasn’t at the party, she doesn’t know about Arthur’s existence….but, what if she does? What if she had put extra eyes on you? Ready to clip your wings to stay one step ahead of everyone who might dare to interfere. She had learned her lesson with your father, her only son. No, no. It doesn’t make any sense. 

“Wha-What’s happening?” Alastor asked, grabbing your left wrist rather firmly. “Darling?”

You were clutching the covers tightly, unaware that you had suddenly sat up, startling Alastor, who swiftly reacted. You sensed him releasing you, reaching for the box of matches and lighting up the oil lamp. He turned to you, slightly leaning in, studying your face.

“Ju-Just a bad dream.” You stammered, placing a hand on your throat and avoiding eye contact. “It’s nothing.” Adjusting the covers, you laid back down, back turned to him, folding one arm under the pillow.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” You kept your eyes on the old dresser, biting your lower lip, the image of your grandmother flashing in your mind. 

“Do you want me to brew you some tea? I packed some of your favorite snacks.”

…

“Darling?”

“I’m fine.” You shut your eyes, grimacing at how unintentionally your tone sounded too sharp. “ Just go to sleep .”

Alastor cocked an eyebrow, hand slowly reaching for your forehead, checking your temperature. “Just checking, just checking.” He quickly retreated his hand when you shot him an annoyed glare. 

The bed shifted, and your eyes widened when you heard Alastor opening the drawer, hearing the distinctive sound of his fingertips brushing against the various letters you had forgotten to stack and tie with the red ribbon. "Heh, darling have you been going through my drawer?" He questioned, his voice laced with accusation.

Freezing in place, you began feeling a chill creeping up your spine as panic seized you. You knew all too well how Alastor despised it when someone meddled with his belongings, his diligence nature was one of the first things you had learned shortly after your marriage.

"Y/n." Your name came out as a warning, making you shrink your shoulders, instinctively trying to look small and inoffensive. 

Alastor meticulously gathered the letters and sat up, counting them while narrowing his eyes with each passing one. Your eyes darted across the wall in front of you, frantically searching for a lifeline line among your scattering thoughts. 

Your mind blocked, your throat swelled and the beating of your heart chewed out a hole in your chest. Your fingers clenched the edges of the pillow, feeling an unseen force crushing you down. How could you stupidly forget that? Isn't it enough what you have been going through already?

When Alastor pressed further, one thing came into your mind, and if it wasn't for his impatience, you’d have not jabbered the most senseless brainless excuse you had latched on. "I want a baby." You blurted out sitting up straight, the words tumbling from your lip, visibly making you cringe.

“You what??” Alastor immediately turned to you, looking at you as you had grown another head.

Your gaze remained locked at the door in front of your bed. You could feel your breath coming out ragged, hating how his eyes callously pierced right through you. “I want a baby.”

“You don’t want that .” He accused, narrowing his eyes in clear exasperation. 

“How do you know?” You stated, gathering the courage to finally look at him. You felt your insides twisting at how he looked at you as if he could peel your skin with the sharpness of his stare. “Maybe, they can finally leave me alone. Remember, I am not you. The pressure is not the same.” You crossed your arms, trying to get some comfort while speaking a tad too fast. “And please refrain yourself from calling a child that. ”

“I gave you a dog and two birds.”

“Those are not the same, Alastor.” You said incredulously. “Think, maybe this will do us some good. I…I have been-!”

“Are you using this useless excuse to avoid answering my question?” His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, making you visibly tense. “ Well ?” 

You had no time to think about another lie, ending up confirming his suspicion with your long silence. His eyes…his eyes did him the trick. But, you were not going down that easily, especially when he was sternly looking at you. “The letter from my maternal aunt Arabella.” The deception flowed flawlessly from your lips, leaving you momentarily taken back, however, you were not prepared for what came next.

"The one missing is addressed to me ," Alastor stated coldly, bringing the letters up, lips twisting into an unamused smile. “I always take care of the mail, my dear. Even yours, although I do not take what is yours and most certainly, I do not open them.”

"Fine, I took it." You quickly confessed, turning your face away, daring not to meet his gaze as a way to shield yourself. 

“Good girl, now give it back.” Alastor said mockingly, presenting his palm.

“I will give it to you in a good time.” You took a deep breath, crossing your arms, finally having the courage to look at him. To your chilling surprise, there was not a smile on sight and at that moment, you’d rather have him with a stupid smile on his face all the time than none. “But, after we address our family drama.”

“ You’re the one causing drama, my dear.” His smile returned but with a slight twitch every time he spoke. “Plus, there is nothing to be addressed.”

“Yes, there is.” You decided to cling to what triggered him the most to buy some time and have some ground and a sense of control.

 The pressure on both sides of the family, your grandmother, the observation of the background people, his nonchalant behavior. “You, see, I am tired, no, exhausted to have my family tear me down because of you . As well as your mother.”

“My mother is nothing like your family.”

“Oh,” There was a well-hidden anger behind his eyes, one that made you visibly hesitate but you still pressured onward. “Well, your mother has given me medicinal leaves to put you to work. That is, very  different from my family because at least they didn’t give me-!”

“She did what??” His hand buried in the soft bed, bridging the space between you two as he leaned in, his eyes ablaze with disbelief. " Erosia ?" 

Taken back, you could not suppress a gasp to leave your lips.“I am surprised you know about these leaves.” Unable to repress a teasing smile creeping onto your lips, you noticed how his eyes narrowed as a warning.

“ Don’t. ”

”Did you drink that on our wedding night?" You paused, seeing his scowl deepening as he already knew where you were heading. "Do…* ahem *…do you...like, dames? I-it’s truly not a shame. I’d understand if you-!"

“I didn’t take anything.” He leaned in a little bit more with a faint twitch of his eyebrow.” And I do like women, you prying pixie." His words carried a sharp edge, almost irresistibly enticing you to continue. 

You had experienced firsthand the 'upset' Alastor, notoriously during the dance practice for the dinner party as well as some hints during the party itself. This one, despite being temptingly close to revealing a side you hadn't seen before, was not a gamble you were willing to take. So, you bit back the urge to push further, opting instead to tread cautiously around and return to the most idiotic half-lie at hand.

"She has been pressuring me a lot more as well as my parents. Well, mostly, my father." At the mention of your father, you caught a fleeting twitch in Alastor's expression. It was so subtle that you started questioning if you had seen it. “If we both give it a try , maybe they will stop.”

“ You are being childish .” Alastor scoffed, finally turning to his side, and throwing the crumpled letters into the drawer, closing it with a quick irritated shove. “Just go to sleep. You’re under emotional distress. It will clear out in the morning.”

“Emotional distress?” You gasped, the corner of your lips tugging downwards. “How dare you?”

“Am I lying?” He asked, lifting his head from the pillow and looking over his shoulder. “We are not going to have a baby.” He reached for the oil lamp, turned it off, and settled on his pillow with a murderous scoff. ” End of discussion.”

You remained quiet, feeling each thump of your heart growing while your mind screamed bloody murder at how you enjoyed the adrenaline that tainted your veins. Had you discovered a new fondness for riling him up? No. You shook your head. It's for the best to leave a cornered animal be. However, the mention of your father had surely gotten under his skin. A very pleasant surprise.

"I swear I married someone who's just another sheep in the herd." Alastor muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with contempt.

Your eyes widened in shock at the level of venom in his words. Gripping the covers at your lap, you bit your lower lip, straightened your shoulders, and quickly composed yourself. You can also be spiteful too. "You will talk to my father about this." You sensed him tensing again, his head pressing down into the pillow. “As well as your mother.” Your voice came out demanding, almost amused. ”I am done being ordered around.”

Alastor took a deep breath, focusing his narrowed eyes on the closed window. “Sleep.” 

“Promise me.” 

“I ain’t promising you nothing. Now sleep.” He snapped, his voice rising slightly in frustration.

“Don’t raise your voice at me.” You protested with a glare, sensing him putting some space between you two. “This is not my fault.”

“I know, darling. Now sleep.”

“Promise.”

“All these letters are addressed to me , why did you take only one?” Alastor asked, still with his back facing you, changing the subject. 

Damn it.

You bit the inside of your cheek, balling your hands, preventing it from shaking. “ Talk to my father, or I will.”

“If I give you consolation, will you drop this nonsense?” He asked as if it was the most disgusting thing ever while lifting his head. 

“Nonsense?” You kept your voice from wavering. 

Alastor sighed, speaking some incomprehensible words under his breath. He turned around and lifted the cover so you could cuddle. “Come.”

You didn’t need to see to know. “Is this your idea of intimacy?”

 Alastor wasn’t smiling, alas he had but a faint glare in his face, as much as the room was plunged into darkness, you could still feel it. “This is still an intimate act.” He quickly replied.

“I can’t get a child with a cuddle.”

“You don’t want that, darling.” Alastor sat up and leaned in with a strained smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “And you haven’t told me why you took my letter.”

"Why is this letter so special, Alastor?" You asked, leaning in as well. Thank goodness you were shrouded in darkness, you'd be mortified to know your expressions were starting to crack.

You weren’t going to back down. The letter was about you but addressed to him. If he knows something then it would 100% be out of his character not to act. Because Alastor would do something. He’d do. Not violently, but he’d still do something. 

Or is there something else going on under your nose? His tone doesn’t betray any kind of urgency but annoyance. Although you can’t tell if it is because of you touching his things, the letter in question, or, the most reasonable option, you bringing up this baby thing.  

Taking a short breath, your voice blended derisively with hurt and a seductive undertone. “Is your attention on someone else besides your dear wife to make you worry about a simple letter?”

Alastor laughed, the sound of his voice merged with a flavorly mocking imitation of your own. His breath brushed against your face as he narrowed his eyes, the strained smile still stretched across his lips while his voice carried a chilling promise, one that rattled your bones and sent shivers down your spine. "My eyes and affection are yours only , my love. No one could ever stray me from you."

You instantly started to develop a dislike for being in the dark with him more than in an illuminated room. As if in the shadows, he became more expressive, and despite the silver moonlight that filtered through the curtains behind him, his completely unseen gestures amplified your sense of unease.

 What you couldn't see, you felt, and the absence of visual hints left your imagination running wild. Even if you could still show some accusatory emotions in light, you’d still think you’d be able to dissuade the situation better than this….you believed.

Now, who feels like a cornered animal?

You felt the heat of his body irradiating, his unmoving figure sending dread over you. As he could see better in the darkness. “I do remember you telling me you’d indulge in!” 

“Nothing in you indicates you want this.” He stated confidently, voice dropping low, as he could hear your thoughts before you even spoke. 

A long, cold silence enveloped the two of you. Alastor remained immobile, his gaze piercing through the darkness right at you. Suddenly, a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, jolting you from your trance. 

Horrified, realization hit you when all along the only sound in the bedroom was the sound of your breathing, making you feel exposed. "Did you read the letter, my love?" He asked in a dangerous combination of sweetness and intent.

You took in a breath when you felt his fingers tracing your face, his thumb slowly running over your lower lip. “Was it the letter you were burning in the fireplace?” Your heart lurched in your chest, and your breath came out shaky as he gently trailed a finger down your throat, stopping at the collarbone. ”Ahh, it was.” Alastor chuckled in a cold and almost approvingly amusement.

"I didn't-!"  

“You’re lying.” He leaned in his nose inches from yours. 

You gritted your teeth, shivering at the sensation of his cold fingers leisurely mocking your skin as he traced them tracing back to your neck.

Your brain desperately raced, searching for another lie to shield you. But you couldn’t conjure one up. You were frozen, devoid of lies to profess, especially at this type of proximity, and how you found yourself tangled in a twisted sort of thrill of the danger you were in.

This has to be the lack of human contact, right? It is not Alastor. He is harmless, a damn goody two-shoes dandy. It is not because you never saw/sensed him being ‘dangerous and intense’. No, surely this is about being cornered.

You are losing your mind.

“ Yes ?” Alastor asked his hand cold in contrast with the heat of your cheeks. “Oh, my.”

You quickly slapped his hand away, swiftly pulling the covers closer to you. "You're ridiculous."

“What did I do?” He asked, feigning hurt. “I just asked what you’d-!”

“What was in the stupid letter?”

“Ah, so you read it.” He chuckled rather amusingly, getting his hand slapped again when he reached to cup your face again. “ Come now, darling .”

You bit your tongue, glaring furiously at him.“Will you hurt me if I don’t tell you what was in there?”

"It's remarks like those that make me want to pull your ear.” He scoffed with a serious tone. “I’d never raise a hand at you. I am offended that you think I’d commit such an atrocious act toward you.”

“Hmph.” You took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in your throat, placing a hand over your racing heart as a way to calm it.

“Yes?” Alastor asked again, but once more you had not listened. You were too busy trying to clear your head, to get a grip of yourself. “Dear?”

“What?”

“Are you even listening to me?” Alastor sighed, attempting to pull the covers towards him, but unable to thanks to your grasp. “Let's do it this way.” He cleared his throat.” We are going to make a deal.”

You finally turned to look in his direction, narrowing your eyes at his suggestion. “A deal?” 

"You will not need to worry about this baby nonsense, and..." He declared firmly, punctuating his statement. "I promised that I would keep everyone out of our married life."

Giving in to a contemplative state, you tried to reorganize your thoughts. It is obvious that the mention of your father has caused Alastor to finally take action. 

Something is clearly going on out of your radar. He had mentioned early in the morning that he didn’t care and wasn’t bothered by their demands. But it appears to you that as long as the demands weren't coming from your father.

“Deal?”

“If they expect us to have a baby, what will you do then?” You asked, feeling the weight of the bed shifting as he again opened the drawer and proceeded to get the matches and light up the oil lamp. 

You groaned, rubbing your eyes, adjusting them to the faint light it offered. Alastor waited for you to look at him, looking serenely carefree, allowing a jovial smirk to grow on his lips. “We tell them that we are trying.” 

You scoffed, getting out of the bed, the floor cooling your bare feet. “Do you really believe that a mere statement of you telling them that we are still trying, will satisfy them?” You shook your head, walking from one side to the other with Alastor’s eyes eerily following you. “What on earth do you think I've been telling them all this time, Alastor?”

…

“If I give them a child.” You tapped your chest a bit too hard for your liking. “I will be left alone.”

“Is that what you want?” He asked, leaning against the headboard, and crossing his arms. “Having a child so soon? At such a young age?”

“I want to be left alone.”

“Then trust me.”

“And about my father?” 

“Don’t worry.” He smiled, showing no reaction this time. “I will have a heart-to-heart conversation with him.”

Oh, there was smugness there. A hint of personal provocation in his tone, as if he was challenging you, mocking you. Almost baiting you.

Pursing your lips, you failed to keep the desire to wipe the smug grin off his face. “Are you barren, Alastor?” You asked in a serious tone, irritated by how unaffected he was. As if in the light he was a completely different man.

“No.” 

“No?” You repeated, raising both your eyebrows, and resting your hands on your hips. 

He snorted but this time, something lingered behind his smile. “You doubt me?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, taking a few steps back, casually letting your eyes study his figure on the bed. “Maybe you are and you’re ashamed . Afraid even.”

“Afraid.” The word came out with a genuine laugh, followed by a roll of his eyes. “I fear nothing, my love. But, if you want to be stuck at home as a full-time mommy, and obey every command they give you, living the life they want you to live, that’s on you.”

…

 “Come.“ Alastor leisurely patted your side of the bed. “It is late.”

“No.” You glared, balling up your fists, his placidness eating you up. “I will speak with my father and everyone at the same time.”

An empty threat, one that made him lower his head and narrow his eyes.

“You will do no such thing.”

“Bet?”

…

“Very well, as you wish, darling.” He sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. ”If this is what you truly want, then I will indulge your whims, your family, and my mother. Everyone .” He got out of bed, unbuttoning his nightshirt, revealing a white tank top underneath it. “But don’t blame me once the child takes away your chances of living a life free from a full-time responsibility. Especially if we end up having a girl. If that is the case, then we have to keep trying and trying until we get a wonderful little boy.” His brown eyes settled at the curve of your neck, slowly trailing down to your chest and finally down your whole body. Something about that statement made your heart sink, sending you realms away with his voice echoing in the background.

"I warn you, my dearest wife, I will be the best father I can. I promise I will be present and love our beautiful bundle of joy with all my heart.” Alastor’s eyes roamed your figure once more before finding yours. ”But, don’t expect me to help you full-time. Yes, I was raised by a single mother who poured her heart and soul into raising me, and while I deeply respect and value the efforts and sacrifices of women more than men, I believe your role in this, per your so feverish willing request, is paramount. And with that, I remind you that I will be assuming the role of a providing father, but I won’t help you in case you grow tired of your motherly duties. ”

You didn’t hear a word he said. Your mind was still locked at the fiendish statement. A girl. An unwanted child by your grandmother’s words. Does the rest…does your father think the same? Will you have to try it again and again until you have a boy? 

You don’t want a child. Not with Alastor , that is for certain. That would bind you further to him. Screw this, let Alastor do the talk while you forge your ‘alliance’ with your bitter grandmother. 

“I simply don’t want to be a father and I am sure they would stop bothering us once we get a year or two of marriage, but, you’re the Mrs. of the house. Happy wife, happy life.” He smiled while continuing to rant. ”And I will do everything to make you happy.”  

You jolted at the unexpected contact of his cold hands on your arms, snapping you back to reality, almost leaving you out of breath. Blinking, your eyes immediately met his, and for that brief moment, you thought you had seen something mysteriously elusive lurking behind his brown eyes. But Alastor's touch was so gentle and adamantine that it instantly erased any thought you had instantly.

Hands swiftly pressing against his chest, you felt how the unrhythmic beat of his heart was completely opposite to his outwardly cool demeanor. Your voice was lost in your throat, feeling your own heart almost matching his growing tempo. Your lips parted, unsure whether to convey a protest or to accept his deal, you couldn’t tell. 

You took a step back, but before you could retreat further, you felt his left arm snake around your waist, and sternly pulling you closer to him while his right hand gently webbed into your hair, keeping you in place.  Your eyes widened as he leaned in closer, and for a moment, your vision blurred, overwhelmed by the closeness, but as soon as his lips pressed against yours, you were grounded in his embrace and no amount of squirming could give you a taste of freedom.

Chapter Text

“DAMN IT.” Alastor hissed, stumbling back and quickly covering his mouth with his hand. He patted his lips, grimacing at the blood that stained his fingertips. 

You were locked in place, watching his hunched figure dangerously narrowing his eyes at you. “What the hell was that for?” He asked with a venomous tone coating his voice. You could only shake your head, gesticulating towards him, trying to form a proper sentence but unable to utter a single word. ” You asked for this and then you bit me?”

“You-You shoved your tongue into my mouth.” You stammered, pointing an accusatory trembling finger at him before balling up your fists in a way to gather some sense of control. ”What was I supposed to do?”

His eyes widened, and a brief twitch rushed through him, his voice edging towards a shout. “You were supposed to kiss me back, you dumb Dora.”

You gasped, but quickly bit your lower lip, stifling the colorful thoughts bubbling up inside you as you watched him continuing with his rant. What were you supposed to do? His embrace was tight, his skin was hotter than yours, and his lips only allowed you to breathe briefly before reclaiming them.

It also did not help when Alastor, who usually kept his distance in matters of intimacy, embraced the moment with a surprising openness that left you stunned. There was a primal, almost animalistic energy in him that he kept under restraint. The first night you two shared, Alastor hadn't shown the same level of passion he was displaying now, and this flooded you with the smothering memories that were eating you alive.

On that night, you were mentally struggling with the harsh reality of the consequences that came with your unwanted union. Arthur's heartbroken gaze from across the perfectly trimmed green field, the freedom flying with the released doves, the sudden realization of being bound to a stranger, and the devastating premade future molded out just for you behind your back. 

It was all so sudden, like a bad dream you foolishly waited to wake up from. Hell, even after opening your eyes that morning, you sat up in bed and laughed at the absurdity of the nightmare. But as soon as you glanced at your finger, at the wedding ring, the truth of the nightmare shattered all hopes, plunging your new young life into an unwanted path.

"This is what I get when I'm trying to comply and make you happy." Alastor muttered through clenched teeth, before patting his lips once more, retreating to his side of the bed.“That's enough for tonight, my dear." His words were gentle on the surface but carried a repressed tension in them. “Tomorrow’s a big day.”

You swallowed silently, feeling your heart thumping in your chest, watching as he got into bed and turned the lamp off, letting out an exasperated sigh. Taking a deep breath, you settled under the covers and turned to your side, wondering when was the last time you had truly felt at ease. 

The next morning you braced yourself for a difficult confrontation with your husband. Yet, to your astonishment, Alastor seemed surprisingly chirpy, greeting you with a warm smile, asking you to join him for breakfast, and pulling you into an engaging lively conversation. As if last night's events had never happened.

So now, you find yourself staring at the “romantic” surprise he had been excitedly preparing for you. Your fists clenched and unclenched nervously, trying to ease some tension boiling within you as you stared attentively at Alastor, as he meticulously checked the chamber and loaded it. "I'm not entirely confident about this, Alastor." You confessed with a slight shake of your voice and a tug on your heart. 

With the gun ready, Alastor turned to you, and you couldn't help but notice the small bite mark on his lips that you had left. "Do not fret, my flower." He reassured, his lips curving into a confident and excited grin. "Just watch closely, my love." He said, striding away from you, turning his attention to a chopped tree trunk. He gave the weapon a final inspection, ensuring everything was in order, before raising it and taking aim at the log adorned with red crosses.

In rapid succession, he wasted no time in firing off consecutive shots, each one hitting the target with flawless accuracy. Chips of wood flew, and the piercing sound echoed in a soul-eating cry, spooking a flock of birds from the nearby trees, and making them chirp in terror as they flapped their wings erratically.

Once the forest fell quiet, Alastor turned to you, his gaze fixed on your perplexed features. You had no idea he was skilled with weapons, much less appearing entirely comfortable. You had always thought of your husband to be someone who preferred to stick to his favorite pastimes and never leave his comfort zone. 

Well, come to think of it, you can recall snippets from your courtship where he may have mentioned his hobbies, though, at the time, they never held much interest for you. "Now, let me show you how to hold the gun and aim." He said, walking towards you.

“Oh.”You lifted your hands, backing away.” I don't think I want to do this.” You confessed, looking for a way out. “I'd rather stay in the cabin and-!”

"Don’t be such a killjoy, darling." Alastor interrupted, his gaze never leaving yours while deftly reloading the gun. "We'll have to get our dinner."

“Get?” You almost gagged in your words, coming to a quick halt. “Wha-what do you mean get ?”

“Well, yes.” He chuckled in a jolly manner, keeping the gun safely pointed to the side. ”The grocery store is days away.” He began approaching you again. “There is nothing out here but what nature offers us.”

“I don’t-I…Alastor, this is not-!”

"Don't worry, darling," Alastor chuckled, looking down at you. "It's as easy as beaming a smile."

You tried to leave but Alastor quickly reached for your wrist and dramatically spun you around. You were momentarily dazed but quickly regained your senses when he guided your trembling hands, positioning the gun firmly against your shoulder. "Alright, my dear." He calmly said. "Now, it's important to brace yourself for the kickback. Keep your stance steady and lean slightly into it."

You could feel your arms shake at the weight of the gun, straining your muscles. You had never held a firearm in your life, much less one this size, not to mention that your inexperience with weapons only fueled the doubt creeping into your mind, clouding any kind of confidence that dared to slither in.

Alastor pressed your back against his frame to support you. His warm breath brushed against your ear as he continued to instruct you. Unfortunately, you only managed to hear bits due to your erratic heartbeat muffling everything he said. "Remember, it's just like I told you." He said, a smile evident in his voice. "You're in control. When you're ready, pull the trigger."

With a deep breath, you felt your hands shake, but Alastor’s steady hold kept you grounded, repositioning the gun towards the targets as you involuntarily pointed away from the targets. The sound of the wind embraced the tall trees above you, the ground shifted beneath your feet, and your balance wavered. “ Do it .” A single whisper of encouragement was enough to command you to pull the trigger.

The gunshot echoed violently, causing you to shriek. You forced your eyes close, instinctively wanting to release the weapon, but Alastor's finger remained firmly above yours, forcing you to keep firing. 

As the echoes faded, you tightly gripped the gun until Alastor gently took it from your trembling grasp. Opening your eyes, you blinked up and found Alastor's smile still unwavering. "Well done, my love." He praised, cupping your chin and pulling your face up towards him. "Let's try again, shall we?"

After he released you, you watched him intently, casually reloading the gun with his gaze fixed on the caved-in, almost obliterated targets marked with red crosses, clearly satisfied with the damage inflicted on the poor logs. You shook your head when Alastor turned towards you and began striding in your direction. This was not the kind of romantic escapade you had in mind. What the hell is he thinking?

Oh, next time, you vowed silently, you will choose something that will irk him indefinitely. Perhaps you can make him go to a dog training camp with Jasper. That for sure will leave him in a very sour mood for a long time.

Indeed, you wouldn’t have called this romantic at all. But Alastor insisted, claiming it would do you good to step out of your comfort zone, become more independent, and acquire new skills. Hah, skills? What use would learning how to shoot a gun in the middle of the woods serve you? Alas, what use will you have to use a gun back home?

Alastor had persisted that you shoot the gun alone despite your protests while standing behind you with his hands in his pockets. No matter how much you complained, he simply smiled, lifted an eyebrow, and stayed silent to your protests and empty threats. So, just wanting to end his pointless lesson, you bottled up your anger and did what he had instructed.

Finally giving in to his whims, you fired the gun, however, the recoil sent you to the floor with pain throbbing through your shoulder. You yelped, trying to shoo him away when he knelt beside you and inspected your shoulder while berating you for not following his instructions wholeheartedly. 

After a thorough inspection, Alastor gently rubbed your shoulder, attempting to appease your anger. He complimented you, saying that you took that kick like a true champ, better than he did when he was still learning how to shoot. Nonetheless, despite his appraisal, you wanted to call it quits and stay in the cabin, but Alastor insisted on continuing with his plan, reminding you that sulking like a child would not bring you any benefits. So, he effortlessly pulled you up, ignoring your hiss of discomfort, and led you deeper into the woods.

Now here you are. Unsure of how long you've been in the middle of the dense woods, being carried piggyback-style while your husband is actively immersed in his hunt. He was so focused that he'd forgotten his prior complaint about your inadequate footwear. You gotta give it to him. For someone with a slim build, he is surprisingly strong with good stamina.

Now you? You were not made for this, and it is important to mention that it is not your fault for wearing these types of shoes. You had wanted to change but he wouldn't allow it, suspecting that, and he was right, you'd lock yourself in the bedroom. Instead, he left his coat behind, rolled up his sleeves, and took/dragged you by the hand.

“Stay here, my dear." Alastor urged, voice as soft as a whisper as he lowered you off his back. His gloved hand inadvertently grazed against your thigh as he gently set you down, keeping his intense gaze fixed ahead, clutching his gun in his right hand with a solid grip. 

You followed his eyes before turning to look at him. A trail of sweat ran down his temple and his shirt was damp from carrying you through the woods. He gave no indication of being fatigued or annoyed, he was just very focused. 

The moment he lifted his foot, you instinctively reached for his forearm, hushing an urgent whisper. ‘ Wha-Wh-Where are you going? ’  

“I’m getting ourselves a proper dinner.” He replied rather obviously. “You are in for the feast of your life.”

Your voice wavered, almost coming out as a squeak, as you looked around at the surrounding trees. “Alone ?”

"You'll be fine, darling." Alastor reassured, placing a foot on a tree root and peering into the distance at something beyond your sight. "I'll be back in a minute." His rolled-up sleeves exposed his glistening sweat skin, revealing a faint flex of his muscles as he tightened his grip on the gun.

“No.” You protested, the sound of your feet squishing under the earthy moss as you tried to follow him. "Alastor."

”If you insist on following.” He looked over his shoulder, down at you.” You'll have to take the shot. Deal?”

Needless to say, it didn’t take you much to agree with his suggestion of staying behind. You were afraid to be alone, thinking a wild animal would take interest in you while you had no means of defending yourself. Alastor assured you that you were in a ‘safe’ area and that he would be nearby, but you remained unconvinced. Perhaps, you should have insisted on taking the hunting knife he had strapped to his thigh.

Sitting on a fallen tree, and resting your cheek against your fist, you plucked at the small wooden chips that marred your dark brown outdoor dress with your free hand. You contemplated how out of place you must appear, attired for the city rather than the wilderness. Certainly, you looked quite a delicious target. 

Out of nowhere, a rustling sound erupted from the bushes at your right side, making you quickly leap over the fallen tree trunk, keeping your eyes fixed on the source of your possible imminent danger. Your heart pounded fiercely in your chest with Alastor's name at the base of your throat, ready to be shouted. If you die here, you will haunt that man until the end of his days.

It took you a moment for your racing mind to register what greeted you. Your eyes softened, and despite your veins still pumping with adrenaline, you couldn't help but remain on high alert. "Oh!" You gasped softly. "Hello." Your eyes glimmered at the small fawn that stared at you, its little tail frozen in place as it lifted its nose and began sniffing before calling for its mother. “Aww, you are so cUte!” You looked around before slowly encircling the trunk, afraid to scare the little creature.

You stopped your movements when the fawn froze in place like a statue, its muscles tense and eyes wide with fear. “Oh, no, no, no. I’m not going to hurt you.” You spoke softly, making yourself look as inoffensive as you could, hoping to ease its fear."Are you lost?" You asked in a gentle tone. "What am I doing?" You brought a hand to your head, feeling a bit foolish for conversing with an animal as if it were a child.

Staring at it, you wondered if its mother was nearby and if she would become aggressive if she thought you were hurting her baby. Giving a quick glance, you huffed in annoyance, finding everything to be the same wherever you looked. 

It was impossible not to shake the sudden chill running down your spine, unable to stop the sense of uneasiness creeping over of being watched, while at the same time searching for your husband. "Well, goodbye, little one." 

As you were preparing to leave, the fawn called out, and before you could react, it reached for your legs and licked you affectionately. “Aww.” A smile stretched across our face, unable to resist reaching down to pet it, especially when the fawn nuzzled against your hand.

"Oh, how I wished to have a camera here with me." Your other hand reached for the small creature, laughing when the fawn lifted its nose and sniffed, bleating for your attention when you looked around. "My cousin will be so jealous when I tell her I patted you. Yes, she will ." You whispered, your voice soft and gentle, as if speaking to a baby. "She is obsessed with little cutie fawns like you. Yes, yes, you . Oh!"

You stood up when the little fawn turned away, its ears perked, silently assessing its surroundings. "Wait! Where are you going?" You called, tilting your head before looking around.

The fawn paused for a moment before disappearing into the same bushes it came from. 

Glancing around one last time, you decided to follow the little creature, which proceeded to bleat softly once it spotted you. “Aren’t you a fast little thing?” You cursed under your breath as the bushes scratched your legs. 

Realizing you were straying further from where Alastor told you to wait, you paused and quickly took off your scarf, tying it around a low-hanging branch to mark your trail.

Despite knowing it wasn't wise to venture too far into unfamiliar areas, you found it irresistible to counter your curiosity. It was as if a voice in the back of your head urged you to follow, completely drowning the nagging sense of caution.

A tree branch whipped against your face, causing you to sputter and spit out the small leaves that had been swept into your mouth. "Ugh, wait!” You exclaimed, wiping your face in annoyance.

The more you walked, the further the fawn seemed to be, its bleats turning more anxious. Eventually, it stopped and ran towards you, brushing its head against your ankles, its soft fur tickling your skin. You tried to pat it but it soon started running towards the bushes again. 

Your shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh as once more you glanced around, incapable of differentiating between your current surroundings and the previous one Alastor had left you in. 

Everything was the same.

You began questioning the smart decision to idiotically follow a wild animal. You will bite your tongue when Alastor will inevitably scold you upon returning to the cabin. That is if you manage to return to the spot he left you in first. In that case, you'll keep your secret.

Finally deciding to turn back, you stopped in your tracks when hearing the fawn's sudden distressed bleats, prompting you to sprint towards the bushes, forcing your way through them in haste. 

“Damn it.” You yelped, stumbling on your feet, your hands catching you just in time before your face hit the ground. A weak whimper slipped from your lips as you slowly got to your feet. “It’s a-...Y-You’ll be fine.” You tried to comfort the small animal who was trapped in a shrub bush.

As you began to walk towards the fawn, a bead of sweat trickled down your forehead, prompting you to raise a hand to wipe it away, before freezing momentarily. To your horror, your fingertips were stained with blood and that made you yelp and frantically inspect yourself. You realized that your legs were also stained and it made you quickly  smudging the blood frantically all over you, in a futile attempt to clean yourself.

Swirling around, your eyes widened in disbelief as your gaze locked on a pentagram meticulously carved into the earth with fresh blood. “Oh, God, oh God.” You muttered, pressing the back of your hand against your lips, gagging while feeling the taste of bile rising in your throat. 

'What is going on?' Your mind despite blocked, scrambled with questions. Why did you have to foolishly follow a wild animal? Are you an idiot?

Clutching the sides of your dress, you felt the surroundings closing in, realizing that everything was now completely silent. "I need to get out of here." You whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Turning around, you gasped sharply with a brutal twitch of your body, when you noticed that the little fawn was no longer there. A heavy huff broke the silence, jolting you into slowly turning back to face the nightmarish sight before you.

Slowly your eyes widened and your mouth fell open, grimacing as dread rooted you on the spot as you saw the little fawn now standing in the middle of the pentagram. Its soft-looking brown fur was replaced with molted and gray decaying skin that was loosely from its little frame, its eyes a malevolent grayish-milky white, with thick blood oozing from the corner of its wide gaping mouth.

You blinked several times, sealing your mouth while spasming, and trying your best to keep your reasoning. For a second you thought of closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to shake off this illusion, but something told you that if you did, it would be over.

Blood running cold, you watched in horror as the little creature slightly tilted its head back, keeping its soulless eyes trained on you, to emit a horrifying, savage, almost human-like screech. You screamed and quickly turned on your heels, while loudly hearing its body contorting. The sound of its bones crunching gave you the boosting speed you needed.

Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, terror consuming you as you continued running. Flashes of your young life crossed your mind, but you pushed them away, not allowing the despair to overtake you. Despite the predicament you were in, there were still so many things you wanted to do, and you refused to accept that this might be your end.

“AHHH.” You shouted from the top of your lungs when you glanced back and saw a now huge bear-deer-like creature chasing after you. “ALASTOR!” You sprinted faster, ignoring the burning in your muscles as the monster chased after you in absolute silence, despite his huge size and claws. 

The creature released a complex set of maniacal distorted giggles, followed by a string of animalistic shrieks. “ALASTOR, AL-ALASTOR!” You cried, slapping everything that stood in your way, intruding in all the spiky bushes that crossed your path. It was almost as if you were running in circles after seeing your scarf four times, in spite of always running in a straight line. 

You staggered when the creature landed on your left side, causing you to almost lose your balance and change direction. It hissed monstrously at you, its hot rotten breath puncturing your skin."ALASTOR!" Your voice cracked with desperation, tears rushing down your face, and sharp gasps tearing a hole in your throat.

“AL-!” When jumping through a bush, you unfortunately twisted your ankle and were sent tumbling down a slope. Your skin scraped against rough rocks, branches, and dirt, and your vision blurred into a tunnel of blended colors with shades of green, brown, and natural light swirling all together.

You managed to desperately grasp a sturdy thick vine during your fall, clinging to it for dear life as your body dangled. Your ears didn't betray you as you caught the faint sound of dirt and rocks plunging beside you, followed by a loud splash moments later.

Your whole body shook violently, your weight weakening your grip as you tried to find a place to set your foot. When you finally did, a sharp pain shot through your ankle, making you hold back a powerless cry of agony. 

Alastor’s name slipped between your lips in a weak sob when you heard the creature skidding to a halt at the edge of the hole, the dirt falling on you making you recoil the best you could.

Heavy breaths and broken cries escaped your trembling lips when you met the terrifying sight above you. The creature’s head dangled over the edge, its intense red eyes fixated on you with a set of sharp teeth sculpted into a serrated permanent smile. To your misfortune, it widely opened its mouth and began emitting the gentle bleats of the little fawn. As if it was mocking you.

Overwhelmed with fear, your screams cracked as you pressed your face against the vine, closing your eyes tightly as the creature out of nowhere began defying gravity by walking down the slope, looming predatorily at you. 

Two gunshots rang above you, followed by a piercing screech from the creature, and then the heavy thumps of its retreating rushing footsteps. “Here! I-am…Here!” You cried weakly, hearing Alastor's voice calling out to you. “Ala-Alastor!”

“DARLING!” Alastor peered over, quickly tossing the gun aside and descending through the vine to reach you.

"Alastor!" You choked out his name, unable to control your shaking.

"I know, my love. I know ." He soothed, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. "Let go, darling. Let go." He gently ordered when you refused to release the vine. "I've got you. Hold onto me."

Bottling up the pain, you did as he told, wrapping your arms around him and managing to climb onto his back. “Ready?” He asked, gripping your knee, before beginning to effortlessly climb up.

When you finally reached solid ground, you crawled away from the slope, falling and then rolling onto your back. Alastor quickly and roughly pulled up by your shoulders and began shaking you in anger. His words were lost in your ears, your mind too foggy with fear to fully comprehend what was happening at the moment. "Y/N." You heard him shouting your name before quickly pulling you into his lap, and holding you in his arms in an almost suffocating embrace.

"We'll be leaving at first light, my love." Alastor promised, kneeling before you, and setting down the first-aid kit. You remained silent, staring into nothing as he gently pressed a damp cloth against your bruised cheek.

Tears began streaming down your cheeks as he tenderly cradled your face in his hands, whispering and leaning his forehead against yours, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. "I'm sorry. " Alastor murmured, trying to make you look at him, but you remained vacant. The light, the fire in them he adored so much, was gone for the moment. “ I should have been there. ”

While he was carrying you back to the cabin, you felt yourself on the brink of a meltdown never seen in this world, especially when you noticed him calmly brooding. You had started thrashing which threw him off balance, causing him to hit back first with a tree. No matter how many sweet, soothing words he furnished, you didn’t stop, and this prompted him to quickly secure you tightly in his arms to prevent you from worsening your state until you calmed down.

So after arriving at the cabin, you gave up on the insistence that what was chasing you was a monster and not a bear as Alastor persisted. This caused your distress to escalate while trying to convince him once again. Even if he didn't believe you, you needed to be listened to and understood. It had been so long since you'd had someone to agree with you, to truly hear you. And now, more than ever, you need it.

The overwhelming stress that has been culminating in your life lately was not sufficient to cloud your judgment and taint your mind. You were not delusional. Deep down, you knew what you had seen. 

Carefully removing each piece of murdered clothing off your body, mindful not to antagonize your bruises, Alastor’s hands slightly trembled as he inspected your wounds. His expression shielded a scowling rant that would last for hours if not for the state you were in, and you are sure, once you get better, he will certainly bring this up. “It's not as bad as it seems.” He sighed in relief, gathering the right tools from the first-aid kit, and carefully removing the debris and small pebbles from your scratches. "I know, darling." Alastor soothed, happy that the cuts and scratches were superficial. The only concern was the sprained ankle, which was starting to swell. 

Once the wounds were cleaned, he caressed your face with the back of his index finger, before guiding you to the bathtub, supporting you as you gingerly stepped in, taking care to avoid putting too much weight on your injured foot. 

You winced, chewing a whimper of agony, feeling a twinge of pain as you settled into the warm water. “Are you comfortable?” He asked, fetching a washcloth and kneeling at your left side. 

After giving him a nod of approval, Alastor began to wash you with slow, careful movements, as if you were a shattered porcelain doll. “We'll make this quick.” He removed twigs and leaves from your hair, before dipping the cloth again, giving you a lavender soap. “It's not advisable to stay in warm water for too long with your ankle like this."

You held the soap in your open hands, watching the little bubbles burst, while hearing Alastor’s voice strained with suppressed anger, switching between a lull and agitation. He was doing his best to keep his self-control, not wanting to frighten you, but truth be told, you weren't paying attention. Instead, you were lost in the haunting memory of the fawn, the pentagram, and the near-death experience replaying it over and over in your head.

After the bath, and attending to your wounds,  you were now safely nestled against Alastor. His arm was draped around you like a cushion, gently stroking your arm while leisurely staring at the ceiling. You quickly looked up at him when you felt him shift, prompting your grip to tight on his shirt, and the lingering terror in your eyes  reflecting into his brown ones.“I am not going anywhere, my sweet.” He promised, planting a single kiss on the top of your head as you cuddled into his chest, still clutching to his shirt. 

For the first time in your marriage, you didn’t want Alastor to stray from your side. His presence, the only comfort you needed as you greedily welcomed the safety he provided. The warmth, the soft whispers, the affectionate caresses, and his steady heartbeat were enough to slowly drift you to the sleep you were so feverishly fighting against.

When morning comes, you will be as far away from this place, never to set foot in the woods, as long as you breathe. Be damned this hellish place, where monsters thrive in this glorious macabre domain. Meanwhile, you will keep yourself safe and sound in your town, where your freedom is eagerly waiting for you. 

Chapter Text

The first days after returning from the trip were among the worst you ever had experienced in your life. You often woke up screaming in the middle of the night from nightmares, complained about random things, and demanded Jasper to stay in bed with you. It was just a self-explanatory reaction from someone who had almost died, and surprisingly, it didn't take you too much to finally calm down. However, all of this changed when Alastor announced that he had to return to work, and now you found yourself accompanying him.

And much as you wanted to find comfort in your safe space, a lingering feeling of uneasiness preyed upon your mind, especially the potential letter Alastor might receive. You were unsure how much longer you could keep this up, but regardless of your current state, you were not going to slow down. Even though the letter incident in the cabin made Alastor extra watchful of the mail. 

So, now, a few days after the trip, you found yourself staring at Alastor as he drove you to a café to have breakfast before heading to the radio station. He seemed exhausted, and when you asked if he wanted time for himself, he simply brushed you off with a smile and a light pinch on the cheek.

Since the incident, you couldn't help but feel a bit clingy, not wanting to be left alone for too long, fearing the possibility of the monster's return. Yet, Alastor reassured you that it was a bear while reminding you not to use the stairs as a slide when coming down whenever you think he is leaving when all he is doing is either cooking or taking Jasper for a walk in the front yard.

After parking the car, Alastor stepped out and retrieved your temporary ‘best friends’ from the back seat before heading to your side to open the door for you. As you stepped out, you noticed he was holding your crutches. “Ugh, I look ridiculous with those.” You grimaced at the item before rolling your eyes and taking it.

“I think you look just as charming as without them. Careful, darling.” Alastor smiled, stepping aside. “I painted some flowers on them.”

“I look like a walking fork.” You exhaled annoyingly.

“Don’t be so negative.” He said, suppressing a chuckle. “Look at the bright side, you look beautiful.”

“Let’s just eat something, please.”

“Agree.” Alastor closed the door, holding your purse in one hand while keeping his other inches away from your back. “I can’t wait to show you around my workplace, my love.”

"Aren’t your boss going to be upset if he sees me there?" You asked, getting in as he opened the door for you.

"Of course not, my sweet," Alastor smiled. "Why would he, or anyone for that matter?"

"Well, because I don't work there." You reminded him, feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of others, especially with the scabs on your face.

Alastor led you to an empty table, pulling out a chair for you. "And why does that matter?"

"Because I don't work there, Alastor."

"You are my wife." He said, caressing your cheek with his thumb. "That is enough."

A well-dressed waiter approached with a smile, greeting you both in a polite tone. "Good morning, sir, madam. May I take your order?" 

"Good morning.” Alastor returned the greeting with a nod, placing the napkin on his lap. “I'll have the usual, if you please." 

The waiter nodded, scribbling down the order on his notepad erratically. "Certainly, sir. And for you, madam?" He looked at you.

“I, um-” You cleared your throat, glancing at Alastor and shrugging. He's the one who frequents this place, and you've never set foot in here before, so you're not quite sure what to order. Fidgeting with your restless fingers, you wondered why no one gave you a menu, making this simple interaction awkward. “Um, Beignets with…café au lait?” You blurted out with a nervous smile.

“Outstanding pick.” The waiter remarked, finishing his scribbling and turning to give a quick nod to both of you. “I’ll bring your food right away.”

After the waiter left, Alastor leaned back in his seat, resting one hand on his thigh while keeping the other on the table. He began to slowly tap his fingers while regarding you silently. You arched an eyebrow, adjusting yourself in your seat, and clearing your throat. "What?" 

A soft smile graced Alastor's lip, his eyes taking you in before confessing. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

“ Stop it .” You hushed with a light frown and a tug on your lips, feeling your cheeks warming up. But before you could change the direction of the conversation, his attention shifted.

Alastor’s brown eyes fixed on the scabs, trailing every single one of them. "You shouldn't cover these with makeup." He stated. "You should apply something to moisturize them instead."

You leaned back in your seat, turning your face away and touching the areas he indicated. “Don’t touch them.” He said, gently pulling your hand away. “Before you know it, you'll be peeling them off without even noticing.”

Breakfast was a divine treat for your stomach. 

Alastor had mentioned that the café is a popular place not only for its tasty food but also for being one of the few places in the area that had an inclusive policy, accepting all customers regardless of the color of their skin. This alone made him a very faithful regular, often tipping generously if the staff managed to make him laugh.

You had been tempted to call him out when he casually mentioned that the café was also a hotspot for local gossip, where he often got his dose of entertainment during his visits. Why? Well, this had stirred up a memory from your visit to your mother-in-law's house where Alastor had scolded you for sharing gossip about his boss' wife, Mrs. O’Bannyon, on being a former Madame of a brothel. This had left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Not that you'd scold him for enjoying gossip, it was clear he took pleasure in it. But you couldn’t help feeling a bit unjust about him freely sharing his while reprimanding you for yours.

Arriving at the radio station, you sighed contentedly, lightly stretching in the car. “Oh, what a dolly you are.” Alastor commented, extending a hand to help you out of the car. “Come.”

“Pretty.” You looked up at the building that occupied a spacious lot that Mr. O'Bannyon had bought years ago, as well as the very few commercial and residential buildings surrounding the station. 

“You’ve  never  seen this?” Alastor asked, walking beside you. 

 “No.” You admitted. “I never cared much for the radio. I barely listened to it, and when I did, it was mostly when I had friends over.”

“Oh.” He chuckled, holding the door open for you.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Alastor smiled down at you. “I was hoping to hear that my wonderful voice had charmed you at least once during one of my broadcasts, but I suppose not.”

“Well.” You paused to look at him, offering a casual shrug.“ Perhaps I might have heard you, but you never captured my attention. "Oh!" You leaned on your good leg, pointing at him with a deliberate snicker. "But, Louise was certainly taken. I  remember  her going bananas, and leaving whatever we were doing just to sit cross-legged in front of the radio clapping like a ninny.” 

“Oh, you don’t say.” Alastor's lips curled into a knowing smirk. 

You nodded. "I am sure you know Louise always had a penchant for drama. Tch! I remember there were times she would become a bit too much to handle.” You sighed, remembering how stressful she had been. ”That girl was so insufferable that I needed a break from our friendship.  And  she was the new girl in our little group."

Alastor laughed with a nod. "I must confess, my dear. My female audience has a certain charm and can be easier to deal with than their counterparts, that's for sure. "

“Really?” You laughed and asked sarcastically. “Who would have thought?”

“Oh, I assure you.” Now it was his time to sigh and roll his eyes. "The men, especially those who swing both ways, can be quite dramatic and get ahead of themselves."

“Swing both-! Ohhh! I get it, I get it.” You replied with a chuckle, adjusting the grip on your crutch. “Well, that’s the price of fame for ya.”

Alastor leaned in before straightening up.“And my good looks.”

“Alastor .” You called out softly, already turning to the door, but before you could take a step forward, you froze in place.

“What do we have here?”

"Well, will you look at that?” Alastor's expression turned sour.” What an unpleasant surprise."

“You wound me.” A hostile chuckle buzzed in your ears.“I didn’t know you were the host of the Ragtime Radio station.” 

“I am.  The  main broadcaster, actually.” Alastor replied proudly with a hint of pure delight. “What have you been up to? Last time I saw you, you were literally kicking and biting while being dragged to a boarding school.” There was a dangerous hint of mockery and degradation in his tone. 

"Hah, hah, hah. You never lost your wit have you, Alastor?"

"Hmm, no, I haven’t, and I think I never will." Alastor replied with a smirk.

“Mhm. And who is this with you?” You wanted to vanish, but unfortunately, you couldn’t. “You were always a cruel heartbreaker, Alastor. Don’t tell me you’re picking this beautiful daisy off her pot.”

“Hah, hah. How dreadful that you weren't born with a sense of humor.” Alastor chuckled, though his smile seemed to be a different type of strain. “This is my beautiful wife, Y/n.” Alastor gently helped you turn. 

You pursed your lips, managing just in time to mask your shock. “Hello.”

“Oh, my. Aren't you a sight?” He smirked, offering his hand. ”Vincent Voxley, my pleasure.” 

“Likewise.” You ignored how cold his lips were against your skin.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” Vox inquired. “Did you-!”

“Jogging.” Alastor answered for you, his eyebrow twitching slightly as the man before you took his sweet time in releasing your hand.

“Oh, how unfortunate.”

“Hmm, yes indeed.” Your husband replied, casually encircling an arm around you, drawing you closer, and soothingly rubbing your forearm. “Very, very unfortunate.”

Both men stared at each other for a moment longer, until Alastor broke the silence, this time with his unbothered jovial tone back. “Well, it was nice to see you back in town, Ol’pal. But, I am sure we all have a busy schedule to attend to.” 

“Oh, indeed.” Vox emulated Alastor’s classical laugh. ”Well, it was good to see you, Al.” Vox turned to you, but since you didn’t give him your hand, he continued. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Y/n. I wish you a steady and fast recovery.”

“It’s  Mrs . Y/n.” Alastor corrected, his smile unwavering. You knew he detested it when people misaddressed you, and Vox made it deliberately to spite him. 

“Oh, where are my manners?” Vox laughed, looking away theatrically before setting his blue eyes on you, and placing one hand over his chest while slightly leaning in. “My deepest apologies, Mrs. Y/n.”

“I-It’s fine.” You managed to reply, the knot in your throat making it difficult to speak. “It was a pleasure meeting you too.”

“Good day.” Alastor interjected, still with his arm encircled around his, lightly burying his fingers on your arm. 

Vox blinked, his gaze shifting to Alastor. There was a silent, dangerous exchange between the two men, one that made your heart pick its pace and not in a good way. “Good day.”

 And with that, Vox left. 

Your eyes followed him until he was nothing but a small dot in the distance. Your mind seemed to momentarily cease any coherent thoughts. His sudden appearance had surely complicated your plans, making them more difficult to execute.

Worse, Alastor and Vox seemed to have known each other in the past, and you couldn't shake the feeling that this was nothing sort of a bad joke. As you glanced up at Alastor, you noticed him still watching Vox with a frown and the usual smile. You felt your heart drop, as you continued to stare at him.

This would be indeed a sick joke if Vox had been the one to send the letters considering their shared history. Whatever had happened, it was surely not good as is evident from the obvious volatile tension between them 

But it didn't quite add up. If the plan is to keep everything a secret, why would he risk alerting Alastor? Your husband would undoubtedly intervene, and with your father's involvement, it would thwart any outside schemes. Even your grandmother had seen reason not to involve him, as well as Alastor who wants to keep his father-in-law out of your marital affairs.

So why would Vox do it? Was it merely to taunt you and gratify himself by messing with Alastor? Or because he knew you'd be able to get them and wanted to rush you while your grandmother supported him?

Would this make it sweeter to steal you from Alastor?

Yes, definitely.

Whatever Vox's motives were, you must stay focused on your goals and push your agenda forward. You were not a toy, an object to be passed around whenever people wanted to get their hands on something. Not anymore. It is time to take control of your life.

With a furrowed brow, you tentatively reached out and gently touched his arm, drawing his attention away from Vox. " Is everything okay?" You asked, hoping to distract him, and praying that you’d not have made him suspicious. 

But, unbeknownst to you, Alastor saw your preoccupation directed at Vox’s intimidating presence and not at the fear of being read like an open book. “Everything is fine, my love.” Alastor assured, taking the hand Vox had kissed and proceeded to wipe/dust it off. “Stay away from that man.” He warned, opening the door once more, and looking down at you with a stern expression. “He’s a  bad  egg.”

When you didn’t reply, Alastor narrowed his eyes, and asked in a demanding tone, clearly expecting a positive response. “Yes?” He insisted slowly, locking eyes with you.

“Yes.” You retorted softly, meeting his intense gaze with a short nod. 

“Excellent.” He gestured with his head. “We take the elevator.”

After a tiresome round of introductions, Alastor had to intervene when his coworkers started inquiring about your accident, labeling them as top-notch prying gossipers who were always hungry for some entertainment. 

You quietly observed Alastor forbidding them from pestering you. Emphasizing that your comfort was the highest priority, making it clear that he wouldn't tolerate anyone who didn't respect yours and his boundaries. This was enough to limit their interactions with you to cordial mundane conversations that would keep you at ease.

“Where are you going?” You asked, tugging at his sleeve.

“I’m off to work, my love.” Alastor replied, stacking his notes. “You can stay here while I broadcast. If you get hungry before lunchtime, feel free to snack.” He planted a kiss on your head. “I will finish early and then we can go home. Sounds good?”

"Alone?"

"As much as I love to have your ravishing attention." Alastor said, placing a hand on the table and tilting his head. "I can't take you with me as regrettable as it is."

"Why?"

"Company policy, my dear." He winked, pushing you back into your seat when you attempted to get up. “I’ll be in the broadcast room. Until then,” Alastor nudged an old pile of The Double Dealer magazines. “ You can entertain yourself with these. It’s still very popular although, sadly, it's no longer in business.”

 Before you could even utter a word, Alastor was already making his way out of the door, leaving you alone in the kitchen with one finger raised, blinking like an idiot.

Exhaling loudly, you buried your face in your hands, the sound of your elbows hitting the table echoing in the kitchen. You despised when things didn't go your way, as if there was always something waiting to happen and turn your world upside down. But soon, hopefully, very soon, you would be able to wake up without restraints, preferably next to your beloved.

“Mmm.” You bit your lip, furrowing your eyebrows as you began to massage your temples, replaying the encounter with Vox over and over. Pondering the possibility of a change in plans, and wondering if Vox and your grandmother Mabel had begun to conspire against you to accelerate the process. 

When will this madness end? 

You can't stop your thoughts from consuming you. It is never a good sign when they turn impulsive and begin to saunter around erratically, which often leads to a spectacular downfall, followed by disastrous consequences. And you knew what outcome would be waiting for you.

Unable to stand it any longer, you pushed the magazines away and stood up, slamming one of the crutches against the table’s side in a fit of anger as it got stuck in one of its legs. “ Screw this .” You muttered, gritting your teeth as you made your way towards the door, grimacing as you cautiously glanced from one side to the other to see if there was anyone out there.

Huffing in relief, you began an aimless search of Alastor’s office. Despite not being common for radio stations to provide individual offices for employees and broadcasters, this one had thanks to Mr. O'Bannyon's passionate dedication to establishing the best radio station in Obsidian. So, it was only natural that among all his hardworking broadcasters, his most favored employee would have one.

“Curse these horrible, ugly things.” You bit your lip, hoping no one would come across you. You understood why Alastor didn't leave you in his office. After you foolishly thought you had the upper hand and admitted to taking a letter from him, Alastor became more cautious. So now, you have one more reason to hurry up with your plans. 

“Okay, okay, check for a letter,” You paused your listing, sighing in frustration as you found all the doors to be almost identical, before continuing your aimless quest. “Then Ava, then Arthur. Where in the hell am I?”

"That's not appropriate language for a broad like yourself." A man remarked, stepping out of the office two doors from behind you. He wore a white shirt with thin blue stripes, black suspenders, and a loosened tie, and held his jacket on his right forearm while gripping a stack of papers in his left hand. " I didn't know we had a new assistant." He added with a flirtatious chuckle. 

You looked at him from head to toe, sensing him enjoying the attention. As he drew closer, you noticed the toothpick resting between his lips. "What's your name, doll?" 

“A lost soul.” You laughed, adjusting your grip on the handles of your crutches as you glanced around.

"Well, lucky you that you have stumbled upon me to lend you a hand.” He laughed, shamelessly looking at you. “What happened?”

“I'm sorry?”

“To your ankle.” He pointed to your bandaged ankle. “Hoofer syndrome, I hope.” 

“Oh, heh…N-no.” You gave him a side shrug, flashing a wry smile. “Just a slip. I'm not much of a dancer.”

"What a shame.” The man sighed, draping his coat over his shoulder and flashing you a charming smile. "And here I thought I'd found the perfect partner with the surest feet. Everyone's eyes would surely be on us. Not that you'd need much, you're quite the looker."

You cleared your throat, nodding towards his finger. “Nice ring.”

“Oh, thank you.” He chuckled, idly rolling the ring with his thumb. “It was a gift.”

“From your wife?” You inquired with a knowing tone.

“Hah, hah, yes.” His laugh was genuine and unbothered.

“Mhm.” You nodded, slightly squinting your eyes at him. Surely he had seen yours. 

“Can I offer you a drink?” He offered.

“No, but thank you.”

“Come on, doll.” He persisted, stepping closer. “What harm can one drink do?”

“Rot my stomach." You quipped, stepping back. "But I'd be happy if you asked my husband if he'd like one. He's a classy drunk, so to speak."

"Nothing beats the company of a beautiful dame.” He grinned, shaking his head. ”Men tell terrible tales.”

"I can agree with that." You replied, raising your eyebrows and squinted your eyes again. "But if you're thirsty, you can always drink water. There's no better remedy."

"Well, I can tell you're a hard woman to please." He remarked, extending his hand before continuing. “Jacob, Jacob Romero, pleasure in making your acquaintance.”

You grabbed his hand firmly and gave him a hard shake, not allowing him to kiss it. "Y/n. L/n."

It was a lovely sight to see his haughty smile drop instantly and his eyes slightly widen. Jacob yanked his hand as if your touch was fire, his voice immediately went from seductive to flat. "L/n? Alastor's wife?"

"Alastor's wife." You said at the same time. "So, can you help me find his office?" You faked a laugh. "I needed to use the restroom but I forgot the way back. Everything is so confusing. "

"Huh, I- I'd love Mrs…but you see...Alastor and I, we are not on good...terms."

"Oh?"

"It's nothing too dramatic." He laughed nervously, dressing his coat, not caring if the papers got wrinkled when he shoved his arm in the sleeve. "It's just, work stuff."

"But surely, he'd appreciate the gesture of you helping me."

"Trust me, Mrs., he won't."

"Something awful must have happened for such dislike." You pointed out, feeling rather curious. "Maybe because you're a shameless flirt?"

"Oh, please." He snickered rather annoyingly. "Your husband can’t stand that other people can also have broadcasting talents."

"It's because Alastor gave him the beating of his life."

"Ethan?" You called, tilting your head to see the young man glaring at Jacob. 

"Hello." Ethan walked up to you, prompting Jacob to step back, set his eyes on the floor, and quickly retreat without a glance back. All that charm was gone within seconds. " I haven't seen you ever since the dinner party. How are you?" He shook your hand. "Alastor had called shortly after your arrival. He told me what had happened. I'm glad you're okay."

"It was just a scare." You said, feeling much more at ease now that Jacob was gone. 

"Good." He pursed his lips, before glancing around and facing you. "Can I ask you a favor, Y/n?" 

"Hmm, sure?" You raised an eyebrow skeptically. You have met Ethan only once at the party and had zero familiarity with him to ask a request, but he seemed concerned. 

“Please don’t tell Alastor what has happened here. I know it's weird and very wrong of me, but it's just to prevent any confrontations.”

“Something must have gone terribly wrong.” You stated, noticing how his posture grew tense. “Was that bad? ”

“Oh no, it was amazing, hah, hah, hah. I have never seen Alastor all worked up in my life. Jacob the prick deserved it.” Ethan’s enthusiastic voice made you flinch. “It had taken like three guys to pry Alastor off that idiot. He beat him into a pulp.”

“What happened?  When  did this happen?” You glared, stomping one of your crutches.

“A few years back.” Ethan raised his hands to appease you. “Jacob is a freaky creep. Alastor caught him touching Peggy inappropriately.” Ethan shoved his hands in his pockets. ”He snapped, and then out of nowhere we saw Jacob hit the wall and a brawl broke out, with Alastor on top of him." He assumed a fighting stance and punched the air."Smacked the senses out of him.” 

“Oh!”

“Yeah. Poor Peggy was so shaken that she had to take two weeks off to calm down.” Your horrified expression went unnoticed by Ethan who continued to prattle. “She even stopped talking to Alastor, but he has such a way with words that he managed to easily win her back.” He scratched the back of his head, looking up. “Only to break her heart when she confessed her feelings for him. Oh well.” He laughed. “Now everything is fine, and everyone is happy. Unless of course, you keep this a secret. I ask you this because Alastor hates Jacob with a passion never seen in this world.”

…

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“You went all quiet. Are you alright?”

“Yes, of course.” You laughed nervously. “Why wouldn't I be?”

“You don’t need to worry about Peggy.” He smiled, waving a hand. “You are Alastor’s heart.”

“I don’t care.” You blurted out, grimacing in worry. “I-I mean-Why is an abuser still working here and not, you know…Why is he still here?”

“I don’t know. Mr. O’Banyon wanted to fire him, but Alastor asked him not to.”

“What? Why in hell would he ask such a thing?”

“I don’t know.” Ethan shrugged. “I recall Alastor saying something about keeping an eye on him, and that he knows his mother. I guess they used to be neighbors when they were kids.”

“Oh.” You muttered, not sure why you were feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. Maybe it was because a predator was walking freely in this place. Or maybe it's because of Alastor’s wrath?

"Don't worry, Y/n." Ethan disrupted your thoughts with a boyish smile. "Jacob is a prick, but he has learned his lesson. He wouldn't go that path."

"You speak as if you're sure of it." You furrowed your eyebrows, easing your grip on the crutches.

"That's because I know." He replied confidently. " He is a flirt, and unless you let him, he’ll let his itchy hands go freely. Plus, he knows Alastor is like his own shadow. And," He gestured for you to follow him down the hallway. "I am sure, your husband would kill him if he even tried anything with you."

You looked down, drifting to your own world, before Ethan pulled out of it. "If it makes you feel more comfortable, I will take you to your husband’s office."

"Thank you." You said as he waited for you to keep up.

"Don't mention it. But, please, as much as I'd love to see that idiot get roughed up again, it's better not to incite any violence."

“I won’t.” You promised, feeling like you had enough on your plate to deal with. 

Ethan joked. “If you ever do, at least let me warn Jacob first. It would be awful to have a madman chasing you down with a smile on his face while berating you.”

“Hah, it would be very creepy.” You jested, looking away.

The walk to Alastor's office was short and yet interesting. Ethan attempted to lighten up the mood, feeling guilty for disclosing what Jacob had done. He thought perhaps you didn’t need to know about it, yet he was also afraid of the potential consequences if you went to tell Alastor.

As you reached Alastor's office, located almost at the end of the hallway, you both stopped and looked at each other. Ethan raised his hand, his left index finger poised to knock. You wanted to stop him, but then you noticed that the door was slightly ajar. "Al?" He called out.

Using your crutch, you pushed the door open, ignoring Ethan’s light curse. Your eyes widened, your mouth dropped, and your heart crushed inside your chest. Right in front of you stood Alastor, seemingly engrossed in the letter held between his hands. His brow furrowed in concentration, and his lips moved silently as he continued reading, creasing the sides of the paper.

Your panic urged you to leave, but you hesitated, uncertain of where to go or how far could you go. This is it, isn’t it? No amount of lies and fights would help you get out of this hellhole. 

You didn't even have time to move when Alastor’s voice chained you in place. “Ethan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind covering for me?” He asked, without any indication that he was bothered. “Something urgent just came up, and I need to take care of it as quickly as possible.” He put the letter in its envelope, and then inside his coat. 

“Sure thing.”

 “Come, my dear.” He turned to you. "I'm afraid we have to cut your visit short."

The drive back home was silent. Alastor hadn’t uttered a single word, opting to keep his elusive eyes on the road, biting his left thumbnail and resting his elbow on the car window.

You kept your hands on your lap, licking your lips nervously and occasionally throwing side glances at him. Without a doubt, he could hear your heart, and notice the shaking in your breath. “Alastor?” You called softly, then paused, twisting the ends of your dress anxiously, before meeting his gaze. The cold sweats, sent waves throughout your body, causing a shiver to dance up your spine. “Are…” You trailed off in fear. 

“Mm?” Alastor shifted gears. "What is it?"

There was a compelling tone in his voice that urged you to continue. “Is…everything….What’s wrong?”

“Something came up, my love.” He replied, still focused on the driving. “I am afraid, I have to leave you at home.” Alastor parked the car in front of the house, leaving the engine running as he got out and walked around to your door. “You will be fine.” He handed you the crutches, closing the door with a firm push before opening the gate for you. “I’ll be out for a while, and hopefully back before dinner.”

“What-!”

“Do you want me to call my mother?” He asked, unlocking the house and leading you inside. 

“No.” You stated angrily, almost losing your balance when you let go of the crutches to pick up Jasper, hopping backward to the couch, and glaring at him. Alastor retrieved the crutches and placed them by your side on the couch. “I don’t. I just…I-!”

“I know you hate being alone after what happened.” He turned to leave. “But I promise that everything will be okay. Don't wander off.”

“Alastor!” You shouted after him, putting Jasper down, and hopping to the window, watching as he got into the car and drove off.

Feeling overwhelmed, you brought a hand to your neck, the tightness making it difficult to breathe. "This is not happening." You whispered, leaning against the window, using your hand to wipe out the sweat on your forehead.  

Looking around the spacious living room, you pressed both hands on your head, feeling cornered. "No, no, no. Not now. It's unfair- JASPER ." You scolded when he didn't stop barking, making the little puppy whine, and beginning to follow you as you hopped to grab the crutches. 

With them in hand, you paused and slowly turned towards the hallway when the doorbell rang, causing Jasper to growl and bark more. You swallowed, unsure if your mind was playing tricks or if you were in a new nightmare. Ever since you returned from that cursed trip, your dreams have been vivid, making you want Alastor to stay away, yet at the same time need him by your side. "Oh, gosh." You shook when the bell rang again, almost causing you to jump out of your skin.

“Sit.” You ordered Jasper and slowly made your way to the door. Alastor rarely rang the bell unless he forgot his keys, and that was very rare to happen. 

Taking a deep breath, you slowly reached for the doorknob and opened the door. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Stunned, your eyes slowly followed a row of neat, golden buttons up to your visitor's face. His blue mesmerizing eyes looked down at you behind lush eyelashes, his smirk plainly displaying a smugness in him that made your stomach lurch. “What are you doing here? ” You whispered harshly.

“Well, I came to pay you a visit.” He chuckled.

“Leave” You demanded, glaring at him, but before you could shut the door, he swiftly placed his foot, preventing you from doing so.

“Mhm.” Vox made himself in, pushing the door with the tips of his fingers, not caring when you lost your balance, and grabbed the door for support. With an air of indifference, he strode confidently into the living room, his hands clasped behind his back while ignoring your protests. 

“Get out of my house right this instant.” It took you a while to reach him, your clutches almost slipping on the folded tip of the rug. “Leave.”

You glared, feeling your cheeks heating up as he nonchalantly observed a picture of Alastor. The reflection of his eyes boldly evinced a deep harbored hatred as well as something you couldn't fully grasp. But when he turned to face you, his expression softened and his eyes became sweetly deceptive. “Whiskey, neat, if you please.”

“What? No.” You stomped your right crutch. “No whiskey, no visit. Just leave my house.”

“Tch, is this how you really are, ill-mannered and sulky?” He asked with a snort. 

“I do not approve of people who do not respect my boundaries.” You jutted your chin, narrowing your eyes as his fixed on yours with an unsettling intensity.

Vox approached you and lowered himself to your eye level, and only now you noticed that the blue of his left eye was lighter than the right one. “Considering I am taking you as my wife sooner than you expect.” His voice dropped, offering you a strained wicked grin. “It is important that you know how I like things done.”

Your hands trembled with the urge to strike him, to unleash all the hate you had inside of you. But you were no match for a man like him, especially in the state you were in. Yet, you refused to let him see your fear. “Are you threatening me?” You managed to spit out the words.

“If I have to discipline you, I'll do it without a hassle.” He straightened and sat down on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. “Now, bring me a glass of whiskey, the one your husband drinks. The expensive  one.”

When you didn’t budge, Vox narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Darling.” A term that Alastor used daily out of habit, came out of his lips laced with arrogance and malicious intent. “It's for today.”

You continued to stare at him, keeping your mouth firmly sealed, before making your way to the cocktail table. Taking a deep disguised breath, you poured him a glass of Alastor's favorite whiskey. It was a bit difficult to reach him with just one crutch, but you managed it nonetheless. 

Vox held out his hand for you to give him the glass, but you put it on the side table, out of his reach. But before you could react, he swiftly reached, grabbed your arm, and pulled you onto his lap. With a firm grip on your hair, he tilted your head back, and forcefully kissed your lips.

In pain and anger, you trashed in his lap, managing to pull his hair back and scratch his left eye. He hissed with a chuckle, pushing you off his lap, and causing you to land sideways on the floor with a loud thump.

Breathing heavily, you looked at him, using the back of your hand to wipe your mouth, watching as he calmly reached for his drink and crossed his legs. “I'm not a man who waits for anyone. ” He remarked, sniffing the caramelized whiskey, and swirling it around before taking a gulp. “And I grew tired of waiting around for you.” 

You crawled towards your crutch, wincing in pain as you used the loveseat to stand up and reach for the other, putting distance between him and you. “That is why I am here.” Vox’s voice slightly shuddered as he took in a breath, watching you intently.

“Nobody told you to wait.” You replied, your voice coming out raspy and overflowing with emotion as you struggled to regain your composure. 

“Your grandmother.” He replied, looking at his drink. 

“The deal my  grandmother -!”

“The deal you both have is between you two, not me.” He narrowed his eyes, pointing a finger at you while still holding his glass.“ I only agreed to spend a little time with you to make you feel more 'comfortable', which I must admit, I have no interest in your feelings or opinions. We are going to get married purely for the sake of business.”

…

“So before this nonsense drags on, let's be adults and proceed with the plan.“ Vox finished the rest of the whiskey in his glass. He stood up abruptly and pushed the empty glass onto your hand. ”I have more to do than play house.”

You let the glass fall onto the loveseat, resisting the urge to smash it over his head, never taking your eyes off him. “Tomorrow, you will meet me at my hotel and bring all your documents, as well as the wedding papers. My lawyer will handle everything immediately.” Vox instructed firmly. His gaze shifted to Jasper, who was sitting on his little couch. ”If you want to bring something with you, that's fine. But, if you don't, well, honestly, I'm not the least bit interested. Just don’t bring that thing with you.”

He turned to the mirror and meticulously adjusted his bowtie. “Now, the annulment will take a week at most. It’s nothing money can’t truly handle, so until then, just be a good wife until I come for you.”

You were seething with rage at the audacity of this man barging into your home, assaulting you, and making demands. How dare he assume authority over you, particularly when you are still legally married. It's disheartening how little things seem to change no matter where you turn. At least Alastor never demanded anything from you except respect, and Arthur never asked you for anything but love.

Gripping the crutches tightly, you held your tongue, noticing how Vox relished the attention he was receiving from you, oblivious to the contempt brewing behind your eyes. Another contrast between him and your husband. Alastor never liked frowns or glares. He always made sure to voice his opinion, but also gave you the chance to express yourself freely.

But Vox? He seemed utterly indifferent, so long as he remained the center of the attention. Not to mention, he didn't allow you to speak, a detail evident in the subtle twitch of his eye when you opened your mouth, even when you were merely trying to breathe.

"I don't think this will work out." Your chest heaved. "I'd rather spend eternity in hell than a second in your presence."

“Oh, that’s so cute.“ He laughed but quickly stopped. 

“Don’t.” You glared, ready to strike him. “You dare.”

”Allow me to simplify, darling.” He walked up to you, ignoring Jasper's low growls and your threat.“ You don’t have a say in this, do you understand? And to ease your dull little head and show you that I believe in the same rights, I will seek comfort outside of our relationship, and I will allow you the same freedom as I do. Just don't come home with a bastard in your womb."

His hands gripped your shoulders, lifting you until the tips of your shoes barely touched the floor. You flinched, both of your crutches clattered to the ground, as you dug your nails into his shoulders, trying to push him away while tilting your head back the moment he leaned in. "Or I'll shove you into a mental institution and send your brat out of the country.“ He threatened in a low tone, not caring how Jasper sank his little teeth into the bottom hem of his pants and twisted it.” And I assure you, you'll never see  it  ever again." He brushed the puppy away with a firm nudge of his foot.

Vox dropped you off slowly, seating you down on the loveseat, regarding you silently behind his cold blue eyes. He moved away to the mirror, watching your reflection with a detached look. "And what if I don't want a child?" You asked, lightly squeezing your neck, fighting off tears, feeling Jasper’s little paws on your good ankle.

"I don't care what you want." Vox declared, now assessing the scratch in his eye. "But if it's part of this marriage deal, we will have one."

You sniffed, bringing your hand to your cheek, angrily wiping the tears away. The sound of his footsteps growing distant before stopping. You turned your head in the direction of his voice, sinking your nails in your knees.

"Oh." He turned, shoving one hand in his pocket as he regarded you dismissively. "If I ended up bringing a child from one of my mistresses, that one doesn’t count in our marriage. But, as my wife, " He said, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I am sure you will do a marvelous job in raising the baby as practice before we have one of our own."

…

“I will walk myself out.” Vox began to leave, only to stop again and remind you. “Tomorrow, afternoon. Don't leave me waiting.”

Only after he left, you reached for the empty glass, stood up and threw it against the opposite wall, at the pictures on the fireplace mantel. You plunged down on the loveseat and began crying, hiding your face in your hands, with Jasper reaching out for you, whining incessantly. Wiping your tears away, you picked him up and nuzzled him while new tears streamed down your face. He seemed to be the only one who will never judge you regardless of what is to come.

Vox threw his head back and sighed deeply, before fixing his gaze on the golden-coated street below. The glass in his hand had long dried as he silently recalled the encounter he had earlier with you. 

The first time he had met you, he was glad you were at least pleasing to the eyes. However, it was your family's social status that quickly made you a suitable candidate for marriage and prompted him to swiftly elevate you to the top of his personal wedding list and put all the others on hold. 

And what made it all the more ironic was the fact that his mother was previously engaged to your father. He recalled very fondly how she had vehemently scolded him when he came to ask about the possible union between the Voxley's and the L/n's, reminding him that you were a now married woman and should be left alone. However, his father didn't care one bit, as long as he avoided trouble and prevented any public scandal that could tarnish both families' reputations.

He liked his mother, but he wouldn't listen to someone who had allowed her heart to bleed out profusely for a man she had barely known and had permitted such silly fantasies of a prince charming to be easily implemented in her by his grandparents. 

So going with his original plan and getting into contact with Mabel, Vox found this to be rather hilarious when he discovered that his old ex-friend, who had repeatedly claimed that marriage wasn't for him, had tied the knot with none other than you. Call it fate, but he truly thinks this to be a rather ridiculous, comical pun.

You see, you weren't Alastor's type, at least not according to his understanding. And, from the information he had gathered, you seemed to be an annoying, easily influenced, stubborn person with the tendency to be quite mouthy. While Alastor was typically drawn to dames who were funny, independent, confident, and unpredictable, who were also not afraid to challenge him intellectually,  and  who possessed a strong sense of individuality. These were qualities he didn't see in you.

No matter. Vox expects you to be easily tutored to be a sturdy business partner who one day will stay at home to tend to the kids while he expands both families' businesses. It's a plan he's confident will come to fruition.

A sharp knock shattered his silent musing, snapping his attention towards the sound. “Finally.” Vox strode over and flung the door open carelessly. "That kid of yours is-!"

“Hello, Ol’ pal.” Alastor greeted with a smile and an unreadable expression. 

Chapter Text

There wasn't much you could do apart from crying, smashing a few things here and there, and packing in a hurry until eventually exhaustion overtook you.

By now it was night and Alastor hadn't returned home yet, neither did you prepare dinner or even eat anything. Instead you only took a quick shower to desperately rid yourself of the imaginary filth clinging to your skin. You had scrubbed so hard that you ended up peeling off some scabs in the process.

Jasper, your fluffy loyal companion, had been sleeping peacefully beside you, consoling you throughout your mental breakdown. You'll keep him close, and if Vox ever thinks that he will mistreat him again, you’ll shove those crutches down his throat.

You were in bed with your left arm tucked under your pillow, staring at the shifting shadow of the tree branches under the moonlight. You grimaced, narrowing your eyes as you felt Jasper leaving the bedroom. 

Moments later, the familiar sound of Alastor's footsteps echoed in the darkness as he entered the room. His steps were soft and precise, but not necessarily noiseless. The door closed softly behind him and he made his way to his side, causing the mattress to sink under his weight. 

Your heart quickened its pace, and you did everything you could to prevent your body from betraying your current state. Swallowing silently, you bit down on your lower lip as Alastor inched closer, his arm wrapped securely around your waist to pull you snugly against him. You flinched slightly as you felt him sniffing your hair, his hand firm on your hip.

Your eyes darted across the darkness, the moonlight doing nothing but reminding you of your discomfort with Alastor's presence in the dark. You noticed the faint scent of sweat, cigars, and whiskey emerging from him.

“What are you doing, Alastor?” You gathered the courage to ask, and he did nothing but resuming nuzzling his nose on the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

 You nudged him with your elbow, but he didn't respond. Instead, he shifted his position, swiftly moving on top of you, and slowly bent down to kiss you. Your eyes widened, sinking your head further down the pillow, while your hands pressed on his shoulders, trying to push him away. Only then did you notice the dampness of his skin, almost as if he was drenched in sweat. 

“Al-!” You managed to mutter before his lips met yours again, and you couldn't help but notice the metallic taste mixed with the lingering flavor of whiskey on his tongue.

You felt his knee nudging your leg as he settled his body between your legs. “ You are so beautiful, my dear. So full of life. ” He whispered, his hands gently gripping your ribcage, pulling you up a little. 

As he leaned down to kiss you, you turned your face away and his lips found the curve of your neck. You felt him smile against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “Where were you?” You asked, pushing him away, feeling frustrated as he barely budged. 

“I’m here.” He replied in a sweet tone, running his thumb over your lower lip. 

“That's not what I asked.” You glared, your breathing quickening. Yes, this man could definitely see in the dark.

Alastor remained quiet, choosing to rather regard you silently. His breathing was steady, but you could feel his heartbeat quickening beneath your hand as you pressed it against his chest to push him away. “I-love you.” He confessed, before slowly bending down and pressing his lips to yours.

It was rather uncharacteristic of Alastor to suddenly engage in physical intimacy and contradict his feverish stance throughout the nine months of marriage. You couldn't discern whether his actions were part of a cruel scheme to expose your secrets or if he was genuinely overwhelmed with something else.

Caught between your conflicted emotions and desires, you asked yourself if you wanted to jeopardize everything you have built so hard because of a pompous bastard who knew nothing about you, or the letter that could be from anyone but your blackmailer. 

The answer was no.

But even though you were frightened of what was yet to come, you felt compelled to reason with Alastor. Your morality didn't allow you to exploit someone in this state, even if you were desperate to seize any advantage you could. 

When you two broke the kiss, you had to cup his face and keep him away before his lips could touch you once more. “Alastor.” Your breath fanned over his face, keeping a steady hold. “What happened? Why are you doing this?” 

Again he remained quiet, but then leaned into your touch, enclosing your hand in his, kissing it before putting it in his chest. " Just let me have this one moment. Just this once. "

You swallowed loudly, attempting to blink away the darkness, sensing the bed shifting with his weight as Alastor rose to his knees, peering down at you. “You’re not well.” You asserted, feeling his fingertips leisurely caressing the side of your leg, glazing your skin with goosebumps.

“Are any of us?" He asked.

“I don’t-Alastor, what’s wrong?”

“I love you. That's what’s wrong.”

You shook your head in incomprehension, furrowing your eyebrows as you struggled to formulate a coherent sentence. “That-What-!” 

Alastor kissed you again, but this time it was rougher, so much that your teeth collided together with a faint clink. “ Accept me, Y/n. Love me. ”

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating steadily now. “You-! I don’t understand, Alastor. What’s gotten into you for wanting this?” 

“ I just want you to love me. That's all .” He cupped your face, lifting you to kiss you again. “ Say yes? ”

…

“ I won’t hurt you, I promise .” He vowed almost in desperation.

While you stared at his silhouette, you felt his body growing warmer, tensing under the faint twitches of your hand. You had no idea what had gotten into him, but one thing you were certain of. The fear of exposure, the potential consequences your actions could bring upon your family, and Arthur as well as the possibility of having a future planned by yourself, spoke louder than any other thought.

Still, as you tried to understand everything from Alastor’s perspective, you felt like you were searching for a needle in a haystack. Alastor was a complex man with many puzzle pieces missing. You couldn't help but attribute this to your poor behavior in not taking the time to know him better. However, you knew that even if you tried, he wouldn't readily share his darkest secrets, just as you wouldn't really share yours.

As you remained locked deep into your thoughts, you suddenly felt his left hand gently cupping your face with his fingers tracing a ghostly path from your cheek to your neck. You could feel the gentle nudge of his nose against yours to draw you out of your inner musings and back to him. As if he was silently urging you to make a decision.

So, you submitted. You will love him, and let him use you to appease his troubled mind. Promising yourself that if you two were to argue, you wouldn't use this moment to tear him down, unless he did it first.

Your chest rose and fell with your heart halfway through your throat. “Alright.” The moment that word left your lips, Alastor wasted no time in claiming your lips. But this time, there was an intense hunger in him, as if he was holding back all this time.

Alastor hastily removed his vest, briefly breaking away from your lips to impulsively toss aside his shirt and tank top. Your hands pulled his face down, the strands of his fringe tickling your skin as you both continued kissing each other.

Never breaking contact, his hands unkindly tore your nightgown apart like it was paper before effortlessly sliding them under your back. You tugged at his hair, arching your back at the feeling of his lips trailing down your neck, breasts, and stomach before finally settling between your legs. “ No, no, not that . Alastor!” You chastised, attempting to push his head away, but he simply ignored you, choosing to clasp his mouth onto you.   

“Alast-!” Gasping, you pulled his hair at the stirring wave of pleasure that brewed in your core. 

Alastor glared at you under his lashes, his eyes seemed almost red as he sucked you through the fabric of your panties, his hands keeping your legs parted, preventing you from squeezing him out. 

Bucking your hips up, you gently swayed your head, and the grip on his hair never slackened. So much has happened in your life that you have nearly forgotten what pleasure really was. And it irked you that the one providing it to you was no one other than your husband.

Neither of you are saints. So, do you two deserve to be judged for using each other? At this point, does it matter? 

Your low moans soon turned into short soft pants as he pulled the panties aside and kept going with his ministrations. You were sure if he continued going on like this, you’d tear his scalp apart. 

Alastor closed his eyes, digging his fingers into your flesh, rubbing the tip of his nose against your clit, and lying on his stomach instinctively rubbing himself against the mattress in a way to ease the painful strain that grew in his pants. 

Your whimpers became more distinguished, drowning the bedroom, and causing the hairs of the back of his neck to stand up. Your body quivered with each ripple of pleasure he provided.  

He bit his lower lip, hearing you sharply gasp when his finger entered you, the pain on his scalp subduing as you finally let his hair claw at the sheets at the side of your head, squirming as his swift tongue relished in you. “ Fuck. ”

He got onto his knees and added a second finger, pressing his left hand firmly against your abdomen to keep you in place. His eyes roamed your body, his breath quickening as he focused on the delicious sounds escaping your parted lips, his fingers slick with your essence, and how his arousal started to be too much to handle. 

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation that made you feel as if your very soul wanted to leave your body, while at the same time cursing yourself out, struggling to melt away Alastor’s image and replace it with Arthur's. 

As the pressure built within started to be too much, you instinctively reached for his arm when Alastor removed his fingers, paying no heed to your vile protests.

Alastor shifted, desperately fumbling with his belt as his eyes remained perfectly trained on your body, seizing you in the darkness. His mouth watered, almost seemingly in a trance at how you struggled to comprehend what was coming next.

He harshly pulled you up your thighs until they almost touched your chest, wasting no time in leaning over you, slowly prodding his cock further. You felt him push in, surprising you at how receptive your body was regardless of the thoughts that plagued your mind. 

Alastor hissed with a chuckle, lowering himself, easily sliding in with his lips meeting yours. You tensed, humming at the delightful intrusion, digging your nails into his arms, ignoring the futile pain in your ankle.

He remained still, your spongy walls eagerly compressing him as he continued kissing you feverishly. Your hands slowly caressed his back, your fingertips running over the scar on his back, finding it to be deeper in the center than its sharp corners. 

An old accident, perhaps? He never told you about it. He always changed the subject or outright ignored your question.

As he started to move, the kisses, the soft yet short lyrical words, and the quick caresses were absolutely nothing compared with the way he began thrusting into you. 

You gripped his shoulders, the pillow, the sheets, anything you could find to steady yourself. " Alastor ." You whispered, your breaths coming out short and in gasps. “You ah-you- alright-?”

He didn’t answer, instead his pace quickened, sinking his teeth into your neck, humming in pleasure while sucking the warm red liquid out of your soft spot. 

Scratching his back, you whimpered at his punishing pace, uncertain if you were nearing climax or still far from it. The room was filled with your moans, his soft grunts, and the sound of your bodies working in harmony. This level of intimacy had only occurred between you two once eight months ago, and it had been quick, with little conversation and much less passion.  

You shivered, at the sensation of his fingernails scraping up on your scalp before his hands closed in on your hair, and gave you a strong tug back. His half-lidded eyes studied you attentively, tracing every contour of your face with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “ You are so beautiful, darling. So beautiful. ”

“Mmft-Ah!”

“ I love you. ” He kissed your cheek, breathing heavily. 

He leaned his forehead against yours, biting down his own pleasure, never ceasing his pace. You squeaked when he gave you a firmer thrust, digging his pelvis firmly into you.

Alastor kissed you again, and you whimpered into his mouth. “ Y-you love me? Will you love me? ”

“ …f-fuck. ” You drew in a breath, seeing almost an animal on top of you before you shut your eyes. 

He watched your face contorted in pleasure, gleefully taking every feature of you.“ Yes, my dear? ” 

Gradually you began being pulled over the edge, sinking your fingernails deep into his skin, and finally giving in to the blissful pressure that instantly washed away all of your concerns. 

He murmured incoherently, burying his face into the crook of your neck, as he felt you convulsing under him, clenching violently around his cock. Alastor twitched within you as he firmly slammed into you one last time, his mouth hovering just above your temple, murmuring sweet nothings, and unknown promises.

You both panted heavily, entwined in each other's embrace with your hearts beating viciously in your chests. Your hands easily caressed his sweaty back, tracing the scars in a slow deliberate motion.

The room was darker than you had imagined the moment you opened your eyes as if you had lost your vision. Shivering at the sensation of his nose brushing the side of your neck, you felt his warm breath fanning over your heated skin and after a moment, Alastor looked down at you, cupping your right cheek before kissing you more gently. You reciprocated the kiss, tensing when he eventually removed himself from you, leaving you strangely empty. 

As he slid an arm around you, pulling you closer, his lips found yours again. Despite feeling dizzy and exhausted, his presence and soft touches kept you awake and in sync with him. 

“ Alastor .” You called, but he only enveloped you in his embrace, resting his chin against the top of your head. His soothing heartbeat drowned away any words you had, offering a sense of comfort for the night.

🌶️

Slowly opening your eyes, you found the bedroom bathed in the peaceful morning light. You sighed, grimacing as you rubbed away the groggy remnants of sleep. The pain in your ankle felt dull compared to the rest of your body, particularly the ache between your legs. 

Your head spun with last night’s events, leaving you surprisingly empty. It was a strange sensation, one that you knew would only be temporary. You rarely had the chance to take a moment to think things through because something was always bound to happen and throw you into a whirlpool.

Turning your face to the right, you saw Alastor sitting at the edge of his side of the bed, head hanging low as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. Your eyes carefully trailed the scar on his back, confirming that your fingers had not deceived you.

Would this be the end of all your hard work? Had Alastor received a letter and was merely acting aloof to cruelly tear you apart? What made him seek you out? And why did he smell like sweat and tasted of blood and alcohol?

Gathering your courage, you sat up and tightly gripped the covers around yourself, watching him intently. After a moment, you swallowed your fear and ignored the growing tempo of your heart. “What happened?” You asked with a noticeable shake of your voice.  

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He replied casually, throwing his head back and exhaling loudly, allowing his shoulders to slump.

You took in a breath and licked your lips, watching him stretching. “You never do this, Alastor.” 

“Never what? Loving my wife?” He scoffed. “Can’t a man show a different kind of adoration once in a while?”

You shrunk your shoulders and recoiled your legs with a slow glare forming on your face. Once in a while? Is this coming from the man who only touched you ONCE? “Why are your knuckles, and the left corner of your lips bruised?”

“I got into a bar fight, my love. Nothing to worry about.” He stated, standing up and pulling his pants up. 

“Did-did you take the erosia leaves?”

“ Excuse you ?” Alastor turned to look at you, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise while zipping his pants. “I don’t and never needed that, darling.”

“You never wanted to engage in intimacy before.” You accused with a firm tone. 

“Sometimes trying new things helps a lot with inner growth.” He replied, running his fingers through his hair. “Change the routine.”

“I don’t believe in you.” 

“Oh! Is it so hard to believe that I loved ravishing you?” He paced around the bed, his belt hanging loosely, the metallic clicks echoing in the room.“Tasting you, and indulging in your sweet little sounds? Is that something out of this world?”

Your head slowly followed him, and you shifted towards the center of the bed. Your gaze caught sight of the luggage standing beside the door with sleeves and parts of your dresses hanging out. “Is it a crime for me to once give in to my carnal desires?” 

“Something happened.” You stated with a nod. 

“Did you want me to stop?” He immediately halted, holding your gaze.

“Would you have listened?” You pressed, searching for any sign of sincerity.

“Yes.” He replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. Despite the unkempt hair and overall demeanor giving him an oddly relaxed appearance, Alastor was feeling rather the opposite. “Yes, I would have stopped.”

…

“Are you disgusted with me?” There was a longing hope behind his eyes as if he was begging for your answer to be negative. You noticed how he grew stiff under your eyes, the subtle shift in his manner, and how he would try to pry his eyes off you but couldn’t.   

You knitted your eyebrows and gave him a slight shake of your head. “No”

He subtly sighed in relief and looked away, clearing his throat. “Hm, alright then. Good to know.”

“It was…enjoyable, Alastor.” You admitted, watching as he retrieved a fresh set of clothes from the wardrobe, seemingly indifferent to the disarray within. “You can be a fulfilling lover when you want to.”

“Mhm. Thank you, darling.” He responded, not sparing you a glance as he headed to the door, giving your luggage a light kick. “Put the clothes back in the wardrobe, dear.”

…

“Are you disgusted with me?” You asked.

“No.”

“Okay.” You nodded, about to move from the center of the bed when Alastor stopped at your side, and gently grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger, planting a gentle kiss on your cheekbone. 

You blinked, clutching the covers in a death grip as the eerie peacefulness in his brown eyes threw you off. “I could never be repulsed by you, my love.” He said with his trademark smile. “Everyone but you.” He straightened. ”But let’s not talk about this anymore, shall we?”   

…

“Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to work. I am doing a very special segment today. You should tune in.” And with that, Alastor left.

You blinked as you watched him crack the door slightly open to allow Jasper to slip back into the bedroom. The little puppy jumped at your side of the bed, whining to be picked up, demanding your full attention.

You brought a hand to your neck, feeling the walls around you closing in, suffocating you, leaving you disoriented, like you had just stepped out of reality. If Alastor was playing a sick game to shatter your hopes and leave you stranded, then you would at least do everything in your power to secure your freedom. If that’s the case, then you’ll need a place to hide while your plans are in motion.

Nine months into this marriage had been enough. Now it was time to move in, step up your game, and prove to everyone you are not an idiot much less a pawn in their plans. No more, no more, no more.

That two-faced blue-eyed bastard could stay in his hotel room with his lawyer, drowning himself in whiskey for all you cared. You ain't going to jump from a dandy husband to a psychotic man-child.

Once you finished this crucial stage of your plan, your grandmother would have to deal with that pompous bastard herself if she wanted your cooperation and keep your father away from her backstabbing plan. Because you’d have no problem using your father’s name to instill in her some fear.  

Tying the covers around you, you left the bed, hissing in pain while huffing loudly, hopping to reach for your luggage. However, your attention was drawn to Alastor's vest lying at the vanity's feet.

A short flash crossed your mind as you recalled Alastor putting the letter in his vest's inside pocket. You hit your knees on the wooden floor, crawling to grab the piece of fabric and frantically searching its pockets. Finding nothing, you noticed some blood splatters in it and began to sniff it. Managing to make out the scent of sweat, smoke, and the sweet scent of a woman's perfume. 

Cocking an eyebrow, you rubbed the vest between your fingers, wondering if Alastor could be having an affair, and the letter be about it. When he would party with his friends, while you stayed at home, Alastor would return home late into the night smelling of these scents, albeit the perfume being very faint since the clubs would be packed.

You searched for his shirt and grabbed it, examining the collar for any proof of infidelity. There was none, besides the smell of sweat. Feeling empty, your eyes unfocused as your mind began to replay everything that has happened. Were you just finding an excuse to desperately cling onto, so you wouldn't be so anxious when leaving the house? An excuse to keep your mind focused on your plans, trying to push away the possibility of Alastor prowling around?

“It’s fine.” You assured Jasper, who was at the edge of the bed, barking at you. “I am fine.” You told yourself, but those words were as hollow as the current state of your heart. 

Standing up, you locked eyes with your reflection, loathing the defeated expression it had. Instantly your fear morphed into an ugly anger. You could be in a stalemate but at least you will give it a try. What had Alastor said after you both returned from his mother's house? That you'd rather let others do all the work so you can gather the spoils later?  

Narrowing your eyes, you squared up your shoulders and muttered in a venomous tone. “To hell with it all of you." 

After saying goodbye to Jasper, a curse slipped under your breath as you pressed forward to Obsidian’s Great Bank, which took you significantly more time to reach due to your dependency on the crutches. Each day you got a little bit better, and you knew your recovery was on the right path.

Reaching the bank, you exchanged a polite nod with a gentleman who courteously opened the door for you. Stepping inside, you immediately caught Ava's eye, and your heart gave a big leap inside your chest. Everything depended on her, and you prayed that at least this would go according to the plan.

As you looked around, you noticed the place had a decent number of clients. People were scattered throughout the lobby, some were queuing up at the teller windows, others lounging in plush chairs, and a few engaged in personal discussions. You took a moment to find a seat and settled in to wait for your turn. The smell of the ink and paper in the air mingled with the sound of footsteps echoing on the polished marble floor, making you feel uneasy.

Fumbling with the handle of your purse, you silently watched people walking from one side to the other, under your cloche cream hat. “ Oh lord.” You leaned forward, retrieving a handkerchief from your purse, and gently dabbed your forehead. For a very brief moment, you thought you had caught a glimpse of Alastor, but it was a tasteless joke from your mind. 

You were far more anxious than you wanted to admit, the fear of Alastor popping out of nowhere and putting a chain around your neck seemed more real with each passing day. It made no sense why he had sought you out only to disregard it all as if nothing had happened. “ Relax .” You muttered to yourself, hastily tucking the handkerchief back into your purse. "I can't let it consume me. Take it easy ."

Seeing Ava approaching, you rose from your seat and greeted her with a kiss on each cheek. “Hey.” You smiled happily, ignoring how her concerning gaze lingered on the bruises that marred your face. “It’s so good to see you.”

“What happened?” Ava's brows furrowed as she gently cupped your cheek with one hand.

"Oh, just a stumble." You replied with a laugh, attempting to brush off her concern. “ I went on a romantic escapade, but I adventured too much and ended up hurting myself.”

“For a moment I thought Alastor had hurt you.” Ava remarked, her eyes narrowing.

“Nonsense.” You dismissed her thought with a wave of your hand and a chuckle. “Alastor would never.“ You glanced around discreetly and lowered your voice. “Please tell me you did it.”

Ava cleared her throat and motioned you to follow her, intercepting a man who approached. “This lady had an appointment, Mr. William. She has priority.” She gestured with the papers towards the seat.” Please take a seat, I will be with you in a moment.”

As she turned, Ava's gaze briefly flickered to your crutches and then to your ankle before meeting your eyes. “Follow me.” She instructed with a brisk tone.

Once in her station, Ava began shuffling through some papers, scribbling down an address. She exchanged glances each time she flipped a paper and wrote some more. Finally, she took a deep breath and leaned in, turning the papers towards you. "It was difficult, but I managed to withdraw half of the money.”

“Half?” You repeated, glancing around covertly before meeting Ava's eyes again.

“You asked for a large sum.” Ava replied with apprehension. "I told you I needed more time. You should be grateful Alastor didn't suspect anything, considering he is known to be meticulous." 

“How long do you think it will take?” Your voice wavered, while you gripped the edge of the counter.

“I truly don’t know. Maybe a few days? I had to bypass the signatures and many other things, Y/n. This is not like a stroll in the park.” Ava sighed silently, keeping her head straight, clenching her jaw as she gently slipped you a piece of paper.

“What is this?” You inquired, not taking your eyes off her.

“If something happens, you will take full responsibility.” She stated firmly, tapping the paper before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “This will clear my involvement. I need to play safe here.”

“I understand.” You nodded.

“Y/n.”

“It was an accident, Ava. Alastor took me hunting and I foolishly followed a fawn which upset its mother.” You explained, feeling a shiver running down your spine and a tinge of pain in your ankle as you recalled that monstrosity. “I know the husband I have at home.” You added with a smile while reaching for her hand and giving it a genuine reassuring squeeze. ”But thank you. It feels good to have someone who cares.”

Ava tilted her head and smiled back. “If you need to talk, I’m all ears.”

“I will keep it in mind.”

Ava's eyes held yours for a moment and you saw her lips slightly part as she was going to say something, but gave up. “Anything else?” You asked, retreating your hand.

“Read this document thoroughly, and be sure to have a permit signed by your husband.” She instructed.

“Thank you.” You said with a warm smile.

“Okay, then.” Ava replied, her professional persona returned. “I will be here if you need anything, so until then. Be careful.”

As you prepared to leave, you paused for a moment with a sincere apology at the tip of your tongue, but before you could gather your thoughts, a man approached from your right side. "Miss, when will you be able to see me?" He asked, simmering with irritation. "I have to go to work."

“You and everyone here, Mr. William.” Ava replied with an annoyed look. 

"Excuse me." You put the document in the purse, politely nodded to both Ava and the man, grabbed your crutches, and left the bank. Although you wanted to apologize to Ava for using her secret against her, you realized this was no place for such a sensitive conversation.

Once outside, you took a deep breath and began mentally reviewing each step of your plan. Despite securing only half of the money, you knew you could still get things into motion. However, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this could all go terribly wrong in the blink of an eye, and create more problems, which you already had plenty of. “Everything will be fine. You will be fine. For once, everything will have to be fine.” You said in a soothing tone as you started crossing the road, your heart skipped like an idiot for the one you have sworn your love to.

"Heavens." You exhaled, pausing for a moment to wipe the beads of sweat out of your forehead with the back of your hand as the sun blazed above you. “I could drink a river right now. ”

As you resumed your path, a car suddenly skidded to a screeching halt a few feet from you, causing you to halt and tense up. Your heart pounded in your chest and dread washed over you when Vox emerged from the driver's seat with his face covered in bruises. “Oh, no.” 

The man narrowed his eyes, rolling the tip of his tongue inside his cheek as he forcefully shut the door. You watched him with wide eyes, as your gaze went from the bandage wrapped around his head to the thinner one around his nose.

In panic, you attempted to flee, but he closed the distance between you with an alarming speed, seizing you in a strong, cold grip. Your crutches clattered to the ground as he forcefully dragged you towards his car. “You little bitch.” He snarled with rage as he flung the car's back door open, revealing a pile of documents scattered in the back seat. "You think you can play with me?" He attempted to shove you inside. "You can puppet that smiling freak as much as you want." Vox said with a sardonic laugh. "But not me."

“HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME.” You screamed as you braced yourself against the car's door, gripping each side, struggling with all you might. 

“Sign the fucking papers. ” He demanded, his voice cracking under ridiculous desperation before spatting a chuckle. “He’ll see, he won’t be smiling anymore. SIGN IT.”

In a desperate attempt to escape, you shouted and successfully elbowed Vox's bruised nose which prompted him to curse you out and retaliate by pulling your hair and smashing your face against the seat. Despite your state, you refused to give in, resisting his attempts to force you into the car.

Just as he shoved you inside, out of nowhere, someone grabbed him from behind and pulled him back. “Ahh, what the fuck?” You watched breathless as Arthur wasted no time in beating down Vox. Your heart raced as the two men fought, with Vox managing to throw Arthur to the ground and jump on him, punching him relentlessly.

Gritting your teeth, you jumped on Vox's back, but he easily threw you to the ground with a forceful push. Arthur took this opportunity to deliver a strong blow to Vox’s ribs, causing him to fall onto the side and clutch his sides, spitting out blood.

“You fucker.” Arthur panted, grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him. “Whoever did this to you, it surely wasn’t enough.” He walked backwards with you gripping the sides of his shirt.

Vox growled in agony as he crawled back to his car and sped away without much of a glance. Arthur immediately turned to you and cradled your face in his hands. His eyes were filled with fury as he examined your previous bruises, vowing a silent revenge

As you began to shake uncontrollably, you threw your arms around Arthur, clinging to him tightly as you buried your face in his chest with your tears staining his shirt. You felt his embrace envelop you and his lips pressing on the top of your head, soothing you. “ Come on, let's go .” He whispered, looking around to ensure no one witnessed this circus act.

You sat on Arthur's bed, clutching a glass of water in your left hand, while staring vacantly into the void as you replayed what had happened. Has Vox been following you since you left home? How did he know you'd be here? Was he the one behind the mysterious letters? If so, would he send another one to Alastor? And what happened to him? Why was he all bruised up?

Your hand trembled as you brought the glass to your mouth, sipping the water little by little while tears trickled down your cheeks. Arthur sat across from you, his left arm resting on the school desk that he used as a makeshift dining table, studying you in silence. “Y/n?” He called in a soft tone, trying not to cause you more distress.

“I’m fine.” You sniffed, wiping your tears away and giving him a weak smile. “I missed you dearly.”

Arthur leaned over, gently taking the glass from your hand and setting it aside. He then grabbed your hands and watched as you hiccupped a nervous laugh, and blinked back more tears. “Who was that guy?” He felt your thumbs rubbing his fingers. “What happened to you?”

You shook your head, feeling a sense of peace as you gazed deeply into his eyes. Oh, how you had missed hearing his voice, seeing his face, and feeling his calloused hands. This man right here was your priority, the reason why you were doing all this. He was your freedom, your love. Your everything.

“Arthur,” You sniffed again, licking your lips. “ You have no idea how insane my life has been ever since I stopped seeing you.”

“What happened?” He inquired, and you could sense the fury seething within him despite his calm demeanor.

You removed your hands from his and shrugged. “I went on a trip and a doe attacked me because I stupidly…touched her little fawn.” You looked down at your knees, rubbing them. “I ran away, but I stumbled on my feet and…well, I nearly fell into a hole if it wasn’t for Alastor.” 

Arthur drew in a deep breath and stood up, running his hands over his face, leaving his left fingertips on his chin while his right hand remained on his waist. He kept his back turned to you, pacing around the small area, brooding. “Are you being truthful?” 

You averted your gaze but then focused on him, narrowing your eyes. “I know you dislike him, Arthur, but Alastor would never hurt me. I was chased by that thing, lost my footing, and fell into a hole.” You felt sick just remembering that monster, but you wouldn’t talk about it. Neither Arthur needed to know the full story. “Alastor saved me.”

“Why would that idiot take you to the woods in the first place?” Arthur finally looked at you, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. “The stupidest thing, honestly. That guy doesn't know how to please a woman at all, does he?”

“That’s enough.” You cleared your throat, feeling uneasy as you recalled this morning’s event. “I came here to talk to you about something important.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head to the side. “Who was that guy that attacked you?”  

“That is why I am here.” You replied, your breath shuddering slightly.

Arthur fell silent, his jaw clenching. “Does he know? About us?” 

You shook your head. “No.” You pulled down the collar of your dress, feeling a heatwave coating your body. 

“Thank God.” He sighed in relief, sinking back into his chair. “For a moment, I thought that guy was some sort of detective following you.”

“Oh, Arthur.” You laughed, regarding him with a smile. “You have such a fertile imagination.”

“Thanks to you.” He chuckled, his eyes glimmering with warmth. “I missed you a lot.”

You watched him get up and sit beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He confessed leaning in to kiss your lips. 

As your lips met, the world faded away. Arthur's hands found your waist, pulling you closer. You encircled your arms around him, whimpering as you deepened the kiss, racking your fingernails over his back and hair.

Something felt off. He was a bit bulkier than Alastor, more rugged, more... "Wait, wait." You gasped for air, pulling away abruptly as you met his eyes dark with longing. "Arthur." You got up, putting some distance between you two. "As much as I want this, I can't right now." Your voice trembled, as you tried to regain your composure. 

“Oh-Of course.” Arthur said, taking a deep breath and grabbing a glass of water. "I'm sorry."

“We’ll have plenty of time for that later, but now I need your help.”

“Mhm.” He replied, finishing his water and turning to look at you. “What do you need?”

“I think you may need to sit down.”

After he sat down, you took a deep breath and looked around, rearranging your thoughts and how you were going to explain everything. “I will make it simple.”

“Please do.” Arthur leaned back on his chair, nodding for you to continue.

“Okay, *ahem*. "You began nervously. "Huh, m-my grandmother wants to annul my marriage.”

Arthur's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What?”

You shrugged nervously, gesturing with your hands aimlessly. ”She thinks she has some sort of power over my marriage. Regardless, I went along with her plan.” Swallowing hard, you saw Arthur twisting his eyebrows in confusion. “My father is the one who has the final say, so I managed to convince her to annul the wedding behind everyone’s back. Because she wanted to dive in without thinking.”

“But-How? I mean, what?”

“I might have told her that Alastor is infertile and that I wanted out.”

Arthur raised an eyebrow, holding your stare with disbelief. “Why would she-!”

“A baby.” You laughed dryly. “I solely exist to bring a baby boy to my family. Apparently, I am a disgrace for simply being a woman.” You looked away. “At least according to my grandmother. So with an infertile husband, my family business will not flourish.”

“For fucks sake.” Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. 

You knew what he wanted to say but you continued before he could. You weren’t here to listen to him berate your family. “So, my grandmother thought of marrying me to Vicent Voxley, the son of my father’s first fiancé.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.” He laughed incredulously. “This can’t be real.”

“I wish it wasn’t.” You adjusted your hat. “The guy you beat up is Vincent Voxley.”

“WhAt??”

“Mhm. And apparently, he and Alastor have known each other for some time. Don’t ask because I have no idea.”

Arthur snickered in irritation, bouncing his right knee and biting his thumb. "What a fucking circus we've got here." 

“He went to my house yesterday after Alastor left and well, let's just say that I was supposed to meet him and sign the papers.” You brought a hand to your chin. “I don’t know what had happened to him to pop up all bruised. Whoever shook him up must have a grudge against him. I’m not surprised, he’s a horrible man.”

“His ribs were broken when I punched him, so surely it must have been someone who hates him. Maybe your husband did it.”

“Alastor would never.” You dismissed him with a quick shake of your head.

“Yeah.” Arthur wiggled his eyebrows once. “I don’t think he is physically capable of causing that much damage. Y/n?”

“Hm?”

 Arthur got up and placed a hand on your shoulder.“You dazed off for a moment. You okay?”

“Yes, of course.” You cleared your throat and moved away, grimacing at your ankle. “Anyway, I have a plan.” You brought your hands together, following Arthur with your eyes as he sat on the bed. “This will sound crazy, but if it's done right it will work .”

“I’m scared now.”

“Listen, this-I…I already have it in motion. I have withdrawn a considerable amount of money from my joint bank account with Alastor."

"Didn't you have your own bank account?"

"I did, but my parents closed it per Alastor's request." You rolled your eyes, recalling the tedious conversation over lunch at our house. "The argument lasted for hours." You tapped each finger as you proceeded to recount Alastor's reasons. " He is my husband, he's fully capable of taking care of me financially, he doesn't want any money from his in-laws, he's not a gold-digger, etcetera."

 "What a lovely touch of control."

"Please don't start, Arthur." You removed your hat and set it on the counter.

"I'm just saying." He leaned in and rested his elbows on his knees. "He's all smiles and giggles, but there's a monster behind it."

"Anyway." You ignored him and began gesturing again. "Alastor doesn't know about this."

“And?”

“Well, this is where you come into the picture.” You laughed, bringing your hands together, almost unable to keep your excitement under control. “I am going to use that money to buy you a new IDENTITY, YAY.”

Arthur's brows furrowed, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to form a response. But all that came from it was a strained, apprehensive scoff. Oblivious to his discomfort, you clapped a few times and continued with a pithy tone. 

“We can buy you fame, and-and-and after my divorce, you come in and you will be welcomed in the family an-and then we can get married.” You exhaled loudly, resting a hand over your excited heart, pushing back tears of joy. “We can finally be together, Arthur.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Arthur stood up abruptly, tapping both his index fingers on each side of his temple. “What planet do you live on?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his reaction. “Wha-But, Arthur.” 

“We might as well get the money and leave.” He interjected, his voice rising with frustration as he paced away. “A new identity? Really?”

“What else do you want me to do?” You offered both hands in desperation.

“Run away? Stay with me? " His voice dripped with bitterness. "The real me, not some sort of made up doll.” 

“You know I can’t just do that.” You hiccupped. “My family-!”

“ Your family, who sees you as a breeding ground.” He pressed, pinching his index finger and thumb together while leaning in. “Will never accept a nobody like me .” 

…

“I’m sorry, Y/n. But I can’t do this.” Arthur ran his hands through his hair. “I hold no value to them and I can see that I will never be good enough for you.”

“Don’t say stupid things, Arthur.” You chortled anxiously. “You’re just angry.”

“Erase me.” He licked his lips, his gaze fixed on the door. “To fit among wolves.”

You closed your mouth, struggling to contain your anger, affliction, and fear. Leaving was never easy, nor was being erased. It was never easy.

After a moment, Arthur dejectedly looked back at you, and your heart sank. “I think it's for the best if we go our separate ways.”

“Wha-What are you talking about?” You said, a nervous smile playing on your lips as tears welled in your eyes. “Arthur. This is a-I don’t-you…”

Arthur pointed at himself. “I want more in life than this.”  

“I'm giving you the best I can.”

“NO YOU’RE NOT.” He shouted. “You are giving me what YOU want. What is more convenient for YOU.”

“I can’t leave my family just like that. It's not as easy as it seems.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I have been working so hard to-!”

“If you had come earlier for me, I would have told you not to waste your time with it.” He interrupted, sighing heavily.

Your head slowly dropped, tears falling easily from your red, puffy eyes. ‘It’s not easy.”

Arthur paced around the small space, resting his lips against his fist before taking a deep breath and turning to you. “I wish you the best.”

“Arthur.” You laughed, shaking your head as tears continued streaming down your face. "We need to calm down and think this through."

“I mean it.” He insisted, grabbing you by the forearms to prevent you from cradling his face. "It's over."

“You can’t do this.” You pleaded, hobbling after him. “You-You can’t leave me alone, not you Arthur.”

“You have a husband and a nice life waiting for you at home."He retorted more calmly. "Be grateful for what you have.”

“But-!” You swallowed your whimper when he raised his hand to silence you. 

“Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be and respect my decision.” His voice wavered. ”It hurts more loving you than moving on.”

You pressed your lips together, trembling as you looked around for your crutches, avoiding eye contact. After finding them, you made your way to the door and declared in a quiet shattered voice.“I-I love you.”

“Let me take you-”

“It’s best if we aren’t seen-” You didn’t finish your sentence, immediately breaking down the moment you stepped out. 

“Y/n.”

As the ache in your heart intensified, memories of happier times flashed before your eyes, turning your reality bleak and useless. The pain in your ankle was insignificant compared to the turmoil raging animalistically within you. You have gotten yourself in the crossfire for an idiotic plan, clinging to the desperate, ridiculous hope that could work. 

Why? 

Because you'd have someone who genuinely loved you by your side, someone you could go against the world with. 

"God." You whispered with tears still streaming down your face "What was I thinking?" You mourned the life you had with him and the life you foolishly created in your head.

After arriving home, you leaned against the door, exhaling a shuddering breath. The dried tears stained your cheeks, your heart continued to beat erratically within your corroded chest, and a deep sense of exhaustion enveloped you both mentally and physically. 

Heading into the living room, you hoped to find comfort in Jasper, but he was nowhere to be seen. The silence of the empty household, albeit from the Grandfather Clock made you realize how lonely you truly were. 

Pressing your lips together, you sniffed and wiped the tears away with the back of your hand. As you slowly climbed up the stairs, you paused at the top as the sounds of muffled voices, followed by the sharp slam of a door and the distinct thumps of high heels echoed from Alastor's office. 

Your hand tightly gripped the handrail, as you saw Chloe emerging with her face twisted in pure anger. Sensing your presence, she turned around and you felt a knot tighten in your stomach as her eyes met yours. Watching you intently, her gaze swept over your tear-stained face, lingered on your ankle for a second, and then returned to your eyes. A cruel smirk gradually played at the corner of her lips, her eyes held no sympathy, but cold indifference and mockery. 

At the sound of the office door opening, Chloe threw her handbag strap over her shoulder and spared you one last glance before turning on her heel and striding away without a word. Suddenly, Alastor appeared, not noticing you standing behind him on top of the stairs. He sighed, grabbing his coat and suitcase before exiting the house in a hurry.

You remained rooted to the spot, eyes fixed where Alastor had stood just mere moments ago. Slowly, you lowered yourself and sat down on the top step, feeling an overwhelming rotting emptiness consuming you. Your gaze shifted to Jasper, who stood at the bottom of the stairs with his little paws on the first step, whimpering softly in an attempt to get your attention.  

With a weak smile, you tilted your head affectionately at Jasper, feeling  warmth growing within you. Drawing in a deep breath, you started to descend the stairs, not bothering to get the crutches or to pay heed to the pain. " Oh, sweetie ." You murmured as you reached down to scoop him up and cradle him in your arms. "You are so cute."

Sitting down at the bottom of the stairs, you snuggled against his soft fur, closing your eyes as his gentle kisses provided you with a unique sense of comfort among the self-inflicted desolation. “You’re not leaving me, are you?” You asked, hearing the doorbell ringing.

Chapter Text

You stood in the void, feeling hollow and numb as if the world around you had lost all its color. Thoughts fluttered around like frenzied butterflies while you desperately tried to empty them. How could you have been so naïve? Was there any hope that your plan would ever succeed?  You had believed in it simply because you clung to the faint hope that maybe, just maybe there was a chance for happiness that was never within your reach. It was a fervent desire for a dream that was never truly meant for you. And this came in the form of Arthur. 

The freedom your parents granted you was nothing more than an illusion. Even if you had never married Alastor, you knew you could never be with an individual like him, a person your family would never accept.

You understood Arthur's anger and his resentment towards a world that often overlooked and undervalued him based on his humble background. And yet, you, who came from those he despised, had somehow found a place in his heart.

Due to his origins, Arthur valued hard work and sacrifices over anything else. And apparently, the refusal of your sacrifice to leave your family was enough to make him say that you were somehow just like the others. 

And then there was Alastor. From the moment he first heard Alastor's voice on the radio, he harbored a deep dislike for the man. And when he learned that you were marrying him, someone who also came from a humble background, it only intensified his feelings of inferiority and resentment. 

It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the choices you deliberately made out of fear had led you to a bleeding heart. And now, here you were preparing yourself to be lost along the way into the seven stages of grief.

The buzzing of the doorbell faded into the background, and the gentle pats on Jasper's head faltered as guilt and regret ravaged your conscience like famish unholy monsters. 

For the very first time in your life, as loss engulfed its fiendish, ice-cold tendrils tightly around your body, you felt your soul slipping out, leaving behind a hollow, shattered shell of the person you were. 

As you stood there, staring into the abyss of your own existence, you watched the creation of your identity and the world sculpted just for you. It was as if you were witnessing a dramatic spectacle playing out right before your eyes.

For so long, you held your parents in the highest of esteem, viewing them as unique and innovative individuals among a faceless crowd, but now you couldn’t help but see them for what stood behind a well-crafted mask. Mere copycats of strangers that used the pretense of a prosperous life, while quietly aiming to manipulate and control you according to their desires. 

Was this why you found it difficult to break free from their influence, by prioritizing their needs above your own and instilling, in the creation of your persona, a sense of obligation by granting certain freedoms?

And if so, why? Was it to absolve themselves of guilt and ensure you wouldn't rebel against them? 

Who…were you truly? What purpose did you serve, if not to fulfill the desires of others? Why did the thought of losing a fabricated identity consume you with such overwhelming fear?

With a defeated sigh, your shoulders slumped, and you nuzzled your nose against Jasper's head. Your fingers trembled as you gently stroked his fuzzy chest, unable to shed more tears as you realized that your constructed persona was built upon a foundation of emotional dependency with deep roots in the fear of failure and rejection. 

What do you want? Do you wish to continue living according to everyone else's expectations? Where do you go from here? 

As Jasper gave your finger a hard nibble, you jolted almost out of breath, as if surfacing from underwater. The doorbell's crescendo intensified, buzzing incessantly with brief pauses between impatient rings.

Distraught, you began looking around frantically with your heart thundering mockingly inside your chest. The desolation remained rooted within you, with pieces and bits of your identity scattered around, impossible to piece back together. Technically, you could bury it all and accept what was made for you, or you could roam aimlessly, waiting for nothing.

However, it was too early to make a decision when you still had much to consider. But one thing you were certain of, you refused to succumb to self-pity.

Carefully placing Jasper on his little couch, you winced with each step as you made your way to the door. As you opened it, a sudden rush of movement caused you to stumble backward, and hit your back against the wall.

Your lips parted and your eyebrows shot up as your gaze followed the uninvited guest. “Excuse me, I forgot something.” Chloe strode past you, her heels echoing loudly on the wooden floor as if she was drilling holes into it. 

Blinking in disbelief, you watched as she swaggered down the hallway toward Alastor's office. Lifting an eyebrow, you gently closed the door and limped back to the living room, squeezing the loveseat's back, seeing her emerging from the hallway and fiddling with her purse.

Jasper tilted his head from one side to the other and began barking playfully at her while tapping his little paws on his little couch armrest. You watched incredulously as she ignored you and smiled at him. But before she could scoop him up, you instinctively picked Jasper up, and held him close to your chest, shooting Chloe a sharp glare as you walked backward away from her reach.

You saw her straighten up, her head tilting to the side as a smile slowly grew on her red-tinted lips. Her eyes leisurely scanned you from head to toe, dawdling on your old and new scratches before locking onto yours. With a subtle lick of her lips, she spoke in the most soothing sickening voice. “Are you feeling okay, darling?” 

You didn’t answer, instead, you furrowed your eyebrows and placed Jasper in the opposite loveseat. “I heard what had happened.” She continued, placing a hand over her heart, and feigning concern with slow nods. “It must have been really scary.”

You had only met this woman once at the dinner party of Alastor's boss, Mr. O'Bannyon. And if you remember correctly, Alastor and Ethan spoke very poorly of her. They had said that she was a gold digger, a woman-child who believed the world owed her just for existing and that she had earned a reputation for tearing people’s lives apart.

At the party you didn’t think much of her, dismissing Ethan and Alastor's complaints as annoyed coworkers who harbored a dislike towards her. And yet, here she was in your house, leaving for the second time from your husband’s office after what appeared to be a heated argument.

“And you are?” You demanded in a cool tone, refusing to let her see how vulnerable you truly were. 

“Oh, please.” She tsked, rolling her eyes. “I know you’re an idiot but not that much of an idiot.”

“Don’t disrespect me in my house.” You said firmly, sinking your nails into your palms, and glaring up at her.

She posed in a mock-shocked posture, bringing her hands to her mouth and widening her eyes with a loud gasp. “Oh, I am so sorry, Mrs. Alastor. It slipped.”

“Leave, now.”

“Hmm, don’t you want to know why am I here?” She asked, crossing her arms and shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

“No.”

“You sure?” She pouted, shrinking her shoulders and leaning slightly forward. “Aren’t you slightly  curious ?”

“Get out.”   

“Oh, Jasper.” She clicked her tongue, turning to look at the puppy. “Your mommy doesn’t care.”

“Get OUT.”

“Oh, my.” She raised her hands, smiling. “How can Alastor put up with such a temper? It doesn't even seem like him.”

You took in a breath, gesturing with your right hand. “I don’t know why you’re in my house, but you’re  not  welcome. I-!”

“It’s technically Alastor’s house too.” She interrupted, checking her red nails. 

“If you have business to attend with Alastor, go to him.”

“Hah, hah, hah.” She brought a hand to her cheek and waved the other. “Oh, you’re so cute. No wonder why Alastor would feel so bored with you.”

“Leave.”

“Or what? Call your daddy? Alastor? Your friend?” Chloe shrunk her shoulders and raised her eyebrows, tugging down her lips. “I am sure you’d get someone here on time to help your mental bwekdown.”

”I have never spoken with you besides exchanging some introductory pleasantries.” You kept an impassive face, opening and closing your hands, as a way to ease the tension in your fingers.“I don't know why you want to pick a bone with me, and quite frankly, I don't care. Just leave my house."

Chloe sighed. “No wonder your life is going down a slope. You can’t seem to find a solid ground wherever you turn. Always blaming others when you mess things up."

“Excuse me?” Now it was your turn to look at her from head to toe, and your action provoked a flash of irritation to sparkle in her eyes.

“Oh, nooow you’re interested.” She sighed dramatically with a sneer on her lips. “When it's all about me, me, me, your ears perk up, huh?”

Her bright eyes bore deeply into your soul as if attempting to peel away your layers, desperately searching for a hint of vulnerability. But seeing that you didn't back down and remained unfazed, she let out an audible sigh through her nose.“You should be ashamed.” She muttered, her voice lowering as her eyes darkened. “ Treating him like trash when he is genuinely giving you the world .”

“You are infatuated, aren’t you?” You stated confidently, noticing the quick flicker of surprise crossing her face before she regained her composure. "You called me an idiot, yet here you are in my house, talking to me about shame, all while harboring feelings and coveting a married man." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with a weak shake of your head. "I don't have the patience nor the time for this charade."

She licked her lips, slightly leaning in. “Then I guess that makes us both idiots.” 

“No, no, just you.” You shook your head, maintaining a blank expression as she began laughing. 

“You’re adorable, I give you that. But, there is a tiny little problem, missy.” Chloe started walking towards you, stopping at your side, shoulder-to-shoulder. 

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t care.” 

“You sure?” Her fingertips ghosted over your left shoulder, exerting a gentle pressure as she turned you to face her. "It's very,  very  problematic.”

Exhaling deeply, you brushed her hand away with a flick of your wrist, and then walked away, to where she had been previously standing. “You can keep Alastor.” You remarked coolly, turning to look at her. "If that brings a little joy into your sad life." 

“Sad life?” Chloe put a hand on her stomach and busted into a fit of laughter, before pulling a cream-colored thin handkerchief from her sleeve and gently tapping the corner of her eyes. "Oh, dear" She managed to say between giggles. "You're just too amusing."

Continuing with a calm tone, you noticed the intensity in her eyes growing."Considering your infatuation with Alastor has made you question your self-worth and resulted in your bitter unhappiness, I think feeding your ego might be a welcome distraction." 

"Oh, you irresponsible-!" 

"Don't you dare." You pointed a finger making her stop mid-step. "This ankle will be instantly healed when I shove it up your ass. So let's keep things civil, shall we? You are in  my  house." 

Chloe’s lips tightened in a thin line as she clenched the handkerchief in her hand, wrinkling it, visibly growing more upset at how unfazed you appeared to be. She was attentive, trying so hard to keep her composure despite how aloof you appeared to be. 

With a sense of detachment lingering in your soothing voice, you lowered your finger and proceeded. "As far as I know, an angry wife has already made her sentiments known regarding your liaison trysts. But, I commend you for not caring for what people think of you." Pausing briefly, you averted your gaze for a moment, before looking back at her. "I envy that quality in you." 

As the silence stretched between you two, the sweet, lyrical chirp of the finches and the ticking of the grandfather clock filled the air. Chloe took in a breath, slowly licking her lips, her face reverting to its cold expression. "Just like that?"

You replied with a soft tone and a short nod. "Yes."

"It doesn't bother you the slightest?" She inquired, chewing the inside of her right cheek. "That you have been-! "

"I saw him reading the letter." You interrupted. "I don't think we don't need to fuss about anything."

Chloe's irritation flared. “I would certainly make a fuss if I were in your shoes.”

"If you see me as an obstacle even after I've told you that you can keep him, then I don't know what more I can say to you." You massaged the back of your neck, feeling the strain building under the muscles. "Please leave my house, and let's keep this between us."

Chloe's thin eyebrows furrowed, and her lips twisted into a scornful expression as she continued to regard you with bitterness. " I can't stand you ." She confessed between gritted teeth, clenching her fingers into fists at her sides as she fought the urge to lash out. 

"I am everything he ever wanted,  everything .”Chloe puffed her chest.”Meanwhile, here you are basking in his affection, dismissing him like he's worthless... " She trailed off, taking in a staggering breath. "You'd be a better person if you let him go." Her chuckle was forced to mask the pain and envy that lurked with her.

“My God.”  You remarked, tilting your head as you watched her intently. “You really are head over heels for him, aren't you?”

“We have a deeper connection than you will ever have.”

“Then keep having it." Your carefree response made her visibly shake and seethe in anger. "I don’t care.” 

“I CAN’T BECAUSE OF YOU. “ She shouted, her breath caught in her throat. ”I can never have him… until you leave.”

“Well, as much as I want to leave, I can’t. ” You stated firmly, noticing how her balled-up fists quivered the more you spoke. “You want me dead?”

“Don’t be an idiot.” She retorted with a quivering of her voice and a sardonic laugh. “I’m not a monster.”

"Then do whatever helps you to feed your lunacy." You said, raising a finger. "But let me make one thing clear, if you ever try to put my life at risk with some brainless scheme, I will kill you."

Chloe knitted her eyebrows and scoffed, her shoulders visibly jolting with the motion. She ran the tip of her tongue over her upper teeth, locking eyes with you. Then her lips stretched into a bitter smile, and she threw her head back, letting out a laugh filled with both frustration and amusement.

After composing herself, her expression returned to its usual disdain, and then she began taking a step closer, her voice softening. "You know, you have a way of getting under my skin." 

“You and everyone else.” You retorted, blinking slowly.

Chloe's eyes bore into yours, and for a brief moment, you glimpsed an emptiness that mirrored your own. Or perhaps it was merely a reflection of your despair in her eyes, you couldn't tell. However, you noticed there was a sentiment of wistfulness swirling in them. 

"Ever since I left.” She stopped before you.” I've often questioned myself, what it is about you that has captivated Alastor so effortlessly." She confessed, almost defeatedly. 

You recognized the sweet scent of the perfume you had found in Alastor's clothes, and honestly, it did not surprise you at all. "I stopped asking myself that months ago." You admitted in a softer tone, standing motionless, feeling the heat of Chloe's gaze on your face as she contemplated you in silence.

Something was unsettling about the way she looked at you, with something twisted lurking deeply within her eyes. It made your bones rattle, and your posture grow tense, despite the emotionless mask you presented.

Her gaze traveled to the marks on your neck, hanging there for a moment before she closed the remaining distance between you with her lips hovering just inches from yours. " I just want a taste ." She revealed, her breath mingling with yours, carrying the scent of Alastor's whisky. " Just to know what makes you so special ."

With that, Chloe hesitantly pressed her lips against yours, her hands gripping your arms tightly as she began deepening the kiss. When she finally, and slowly, pulled away, she regarded you in a state of lost haze, before instantly releasing you and stepping back.

Every muscle in your body screamed to push Chloe away, but you remained rooted in place, watching her attentively and in silence. It felt as if she was peering right through you, unmistakably lost among her thoughts. 

Your gaze shifted to the opposite wall, tracing the lines of a tasteless cabin in the woods painting, as Chloe hastily retrieved her purse and made a swift exit, with her head bowed and the tip of her fingers pressed against her lips. 

As the door clicked shut behind her, you released a trembling breath with your hands instinctively finding their way to your chest, feeling the frantic beat of your heart beneath your crossed palms. Slowly, you circled the loveseat and plunged, closing your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself. 

The ticks of the grandfather and the thumps of your heart started to annoy you, prompting you to stand up and slowly limp your way toward Alastor's office. Stopping in front of the door, you hesitated for a few seconds before tentatively reaching for the doorknob and gently pushing the door open.

Stepping inside, the strong presence of Chloe's perfume and Alastor's cologne invaded your nostrils, suggesting they had been there for a while. Even Jasper's chew toy lay in its little bed, an odd sight considering Alastor's strict rule against allowing the puppy into his office, regardless if he accompanied you or not.

Carefully pacing around the office, it seemed nothing was out of place. Alastor had always been a meticulous man, a trait that sometimes bordered on perfectionism.

Running your fingertips along the smooth surface of his desk, you circled it and sat down on his chair. The tips of your feet scraped the carpet beneath you, and you gradually scanned the spacious office.

Your gaze landed on two empty glasses and a half-full bottle of whiskey to your left, the chair before you was slightly pushed back, and a few stubbed cigarettes rested on a crystal ashtray, without any lipstick marks on it. 

Leaning back, a heavy sigh escaped your lips and your eyes settled on the radio across from you. It felt like wandering through a thick fog, stuck in a maze where walls appeared every time you turned. 

You understood that you were destined to be nothing more than a tool for others to exploit and that they would only be satisfied when their needs were fulfilled. It made you surmise if it might be easier to accept the fabricated identity they gave you. At least, you wouldn't feel so lost and empty. 

The plan had been doomed from the start, especially in a small town where everyone knows everyone else's business. Arthur was known, among some townspeople, as a skillful handyman. Even if he tried to blend in as a wealthy newcomer, chances are someone would recognize him. 

And your parents? 

They'd likely dismiss the whole ordeal with a simple snap of their fingers, sign the divorce papers for you without a second thought, and most probably put you for "auction", hoping another man would take a used rag, so to speak, since they would suspect that Alastor would not take you back.

But, at this moment, after all that had happened and will happen, did you care?

As you carried on with your day, you slipped into a state of trance and proceeded with your tasks by getting rid of your clothes, tending to Jasper, and tidying the wardrobe and the bedroom. 

Yet, a desperate hunger loitered within you, yearning for a solid anchor to grasp. You were a dreamless nobody with nothing else to fight for. Unworthy of many things, one of them being love.

Sat in the bathtub, you stared blankly ahead, running the sponge over your right arm with slow and weak movements, feeling the sponge tugging at a scab, peeling it off your skin. Tilting your head at it, you saw small dots of blood forming around it, before resuming with your washing.

Dropping your arm back into the water, you brought your knees up, hugging them close with the gentle swooshing of the water somewhat bringing you a sense of comfort. Closing your eyes, you gripped each side of the tub, took a deep breath, and slowly submerged yourself completely.

As your head met the floor of the tub, small bubbles escaped from your nose, and your hands slipped to rest on your sides. You were descending, the weight lifting off your shoulders, instantly replaced with unadulterated peace. 

You liked it. It was a strangely pleasant, liberating sensation that washed away the troubles that plagued you. Only if you could feel like this when you were awake, then you'd perhaps feel something.

But as you slowly opened your eyes you were immediately snatched out of your moment of peace by a shadow looming over you. Its unmistakable sharp smile broadened as your eyes widened in recognition. 

The water muffled your screams, and the bubbles bursting from your mouth disrupted your vision. The monster twisted and continued smiling, slowly inching closer to the surface, its claws cracking the sides of the tub, waiting for you to pop up.

You convulsed violently, never taking your eyes off the creature while your hands tapped the sides of your prison. Unable to bear it any longer, you resurfaced with a loud gasp, rolling in the tub until finally managing to grasp its sides, looking around in terror, and running a hand over your face.

Frantically surveying the bathroom, you panted heavily while searching for it. Pressing your lips together, you shook uncontrollably as you slipped off the bathtub, hitting your knees on the wet floor. With trembling hands, you reached out for the bathrobe hanging nearby and yanked it from the hook.

After dressing, you fastened the robe tightly, then reached for the counter, your fingernails almost breaking as you scraped it to get a steady hold. Hunched over the sink, you took short, shallow breaths, unsure if your heart had stopped beating. 

Plunging your elbows hard into the counter, you held your head between your hands and softly wept. Slowly you lifted your gaze, and your eyebrows knitted at the frail woman in the mirror who stared back at you with a look of disgusting pity.

Straightening up, your anger flared up, and you released a hateful scream while trashing everything in sight. But, lost in the vicious frenzy, you slipped on the wet tiles, hitting your head as the world spun you into the comfortable darkness.

Opening your eyes, blurriness clouded your vision, and a freezing sensation wrapped around you. You groaned weakly as you tried to make sense of your surroundings, moving slowly through fragmented glimpses of the bathroom door, the hallway, the bedroom, and finally the bed.

Laying down on the soft fluffiness of your mattress, the comfort immediately pulled you back into unconsciousness. It was impossible to know how much time had passed, but when you opened your eyes again, the blurry outlines around you started to gradually settle in their frame. 

An unknown man stood in front of you with a retreating stethoscope and behind him, you caught a glimpse of Alastor with his face wreathed in relief as he sighed and looked away. "Hello." The doctor greeted you in a calm voice. "How are you feeling?"

"What happened?" You squeezed your eyes shut before reopening them, sensing a dull splintering pain in the back of your head. 

The doctor rummaged through his medical suitcase. "You took quite a tumble, that's what happened." He smiled, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes caving in. "Thankfully, you're a tough cookie."

"Is she going to be alright?" Alastor asked, shoving his hands inside his pockets, his eyes roaming over your body without a smile in sight.

The doctor continued assessing you. "I had to give her a few stitches on the back of her head, but she will be fine." He packed his medical suitcase and declared. "You'll need to keep an eye on it for any signs of infection." He turned to Alastor. "But otherwise, she should be fine."

"Thank you, doctor, Hebert." Alastor nodded with relief, extending his hand to the man and shaking it. "I'll accompany you to the door."

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me." The man said, turning to you with a brief nod. "I wish you well."

Before escorting the doctor out, Alastor threw you a final look, his eyes warning you not to step out of bed. Your head pounded as you tried to hear their conversation, catching the faint, fading voice of Alastor reprimanding Jasper, instructing him to stay put and not jump on people.

As you carefully sat up, a hiss escaped your lips when your fingers brushed the wound on the back of your damp head, feeling the tender bumps lining up. Your hand fell onto your lap as you surveyed the room, noticing that you were now clad in a dark blue robe.

Gingerly stepping out of bed, you exhaled loudly at how your legs and head slightly wobbled as you stood up. As you left the bedroom and headed towards the bathroom, you only managed to grasp the door frame before Alastor suddenly appeared from behind you. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked with a frustrated huff, effortlessly scooping you up in his arms, and carrying you back to the bed. 

Alastor closed the door with the back of his foot, gently returning you to the bed before retrieving a nightgown from the dresser and shutting it with a firm push. "We need to talk." He carefully undressed you, eyes focused on your new wounds. 

Rolling the nightgown to fit your head through it, he stopped mid-way when you kept your eyes down. “ There is nothing to talk about .” You murmured weakly.

“Are you sure?” He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. “Look at me.” He ordered. “I told you to look at me.” Hesitantly, your eyes slowly drifted up to meet him, and you saw how irritation boiled behind them as he clutched the fabric in his hands. 

“What have you done?” Alastor said between gritted teeth. “Isn’t the life I give you enough?” He almost shouted, grabbing your arm and yanking it. “What are these?”

 …

“Darling, I don’t have time for this nonsense." His voice strained."Are you listening to me?”  

When you didn’t respond, Alastor cupped your face, squeezing your cheeks hard. His hand shook slightly, and you could feel the pinch of his fingernails piercing your skin. “Are you?”

“No.” You replied, grabbing his forearm and yanking it away from you. 

Alastor exhaled loudly, standing up abruptly and going to shut the window loudly. “Love.” He pointed towards the door, his voice rising. “What in the nine hells have you been doing there?” 

"I don't know." You cried, hunching forward, and burying your face in your hands while shaking your head. " I'm scared ." You wept with a weak whisper. " I just want to sleep. "

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, running his hands over his face as he paced around, before striding over to you and gently attempting to pry your hands away. "I'm sorry, my love." He pulled you into a tight embrace. "I’m so sorry."

You reciprocated the hug, clinging to him for comfort and warmth, burying your face in his chest as your hands snaked under his coat. "Let's get you dressed." He suggested, but you refused to let him go, opting instead to stay glued to him. "You're shaking." Alastor hissed when you dug your nails into his back, eventually causing him to give up and rest his chin on the top of your head.

As you held him tightly, you couldn't shake the overwhelming emptiness that feasted on you. Your heart was cold and adrift,  leaving you questioning whether the growing void within would ever be filled. Yet, whatever consequences may dawn upon you, you didn't care because there was nothing left to lose, for you had already taken it all away yourself.

Chapter Text

Lying in bed, you kept your empty stare ahead, focused on the morning sunlight that filtered through the white, almost translucent curtains. Your fingertips traced invisible patterns on the soft sheets while your heartbeat remained steady, followed by the faint throb of pain at the back of your head. 

You could faintly hear the rustling of clothing behind you, as Alastor dressed to start his day. Neither of you had slept properly as he kept checking on you throughout the night, mumbling incomprehensible words under his breath.

With a weak sigh, you closed your eyes, sensing the mattress sink as Alastor moved behind you. His fingers gently brushed the hair away from your face before planting a soft kiss on your temple. "Good morning, my dear." His lips hovered above your skin while he rubbed his thumb on your shoulder. "I'm sorry to wake you, but we have much to do today."

You only nodded, sensing the endless emptiness devouring you once more. It was as if the longer you stayed awake, the more you drifted into the abyss where there was nothing but fragments of your existence, still waiting for a definite decision to be made.

Remaining in the same position, you gasped and curled when Alastor snatched the covers from you in a quick motion. "I'm sorry, but I won't let you rot in bed, my love. Come now." He walked to your side of the bed, and gently grabbed your arm, lifting you to a sitting position. "Time to dress up."

Your arm fell numbly at your side as you watched him walk up to the wardrobe and pull out a few dresses. He turned to you with a smile on his lips and asked. "Which one do you like the most, darling? Yellow?" He lifted one dress before doing the same to the other in his left hand. "Or cream? I particularly find you irresistible in red, but any other color has the same effect."

Alastor placed the dresses beside you and went back to the wardrobe, pushing the hangers with a soft clink, making you jolt skittishly with each move. "Red, red, red. Ah! There it is. I knew you still had it, hah, hah, hah." Alastor laughed, pulling the dress from its place.

Running his hand behind its body, he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, almost lost in thought. "The red floral dress." He remarked with a smile, closing his eyes briefly. "Oh, do you remember when we shared our first kiss and you slapped me? You were wearing red lipstick, it tasted just like strawberries."

"But I believe you're not up to some red today, are you darling?" He turned to you with a playful glint in his brown eyes. "No, no, no." Alastor walked back to the bed, pulling the covers to the end of the bed. "No bed, we have a busy schedule today."

"I'm tired." You sighed heavily, grabbing your pillow and curling up in the center of the bed. "Just leave me alone."

"Not happening."

"Don't you have to go to work?" You snapped, lifting your head and glaring at him. 

"Darling, we are going to be late." Alastor replied, ignoring your sour tone. 

“We?” You retreated to your side of the bed, slowly following him with a blank stare as he moved around the room. “What do you mean by 'we'?”

Alastor placed the red floral dress next to you, then proceeded to put away the other clothes and search for your shoes. “Which of these shoes do you like the most?”

“None, and I’m not in the mood to go out.” You absently touched the tender area at the back of your head. 

“Don’t go about picking on them.” Alastor warned, setting your shoes aside and retrieving one of his own. “Oh, this is just fantastic.” He stood up, eyeing the damaged shoe with annoyance. "From all the money spent on useless toys, Jasper had to sink those ugly sharky teeth in one of my shoes?" 

Turning to you, he narrowed his eyes with a slight twitch of his eyebrow as a strained smile tugged at his lips. "I remember you telling me he wouldn't do this."

"Woah." You noticed how the once-smooth surface was now marred by deep gouges and teeth marks, obviously caused by enthusiastic chewing. You have been so dazed off that you failed to see what Jasper had been up to.

"Whoah? Is that all you have to say?" Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I agreed to let the furball stay here only for a few times, not to turn our bedroom into his personal chewing ground."

"He's just a puppy." You exhaled, rubbing your eyes and stretching. "He doesn't know any better."

"A puppy with a severe chewing syndrome, darling." He exhaled loudly. "The responsibility in teaching him manners falls upon you." Alastor reminded you sternly while reaching out to grab another pair. "And look at this. He even chewed off these too."

“You’re exaggerating, Alastor.” You said, folding your hands together and resting them between your knees. "It's just shoes."

“Funny how he hasn’t nabbed one of yours.” He pointed out, tossing the mangled shoes aside. “For now on, Jasper will not set his paws in this bedroom.” Alastor declared, glancing back at you over his shoulder. "And once he's grown enough, he will sleep outside."

"He's not going to sleep outside. He's an indoor dog."

"Mhm."

"Perhaps you should start wearing shoes like mine." You quipped, exhaling silently, and letting your shoulders slightly slump. 

"You know when I was a kid, I tap danced with my mother's shoes." 

"I didn't know you danced." You commented, keeping your eyes on the floorboard's herringbone pattern, not really interested.  

"Oh." Alastor laughed, but it was a meaningless sort of laughter as he brought a hand to his puffed chest. "I remember showcasing my unmatched dancing skills at our wedding party."

"I failed to notice."

Alastor jerked with a faint grumble in his voice as he narrowed his eyes with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. "How come?"

"I don't know." Shrugging your shoulders, you picked up the dress next to you and put it on your lap, fastening the little bows. "It wasn't an exceptionally joyful day to me, Alastor."

"Are you allergic to happiness, sweetheart?"

Your eyes shot up to meet him. "What?" 

"I said it's time to dress up, sweetheart." Alastor checked his watch impatiently and turned away to select another pair of shoes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." You said in a soft tone, as Alastor continued grumbling to himself. 

"Nothing, my dear." He brushed you off, holding a new pair of shoes and sitting down next to you. "I'm just thinking about my murdered footwear, that's all."

“If you say so.”

Clutching each side of your purse’s handle, you pressed your knees together and avoided eye contact with the young man who sat across from you. You glanced at Alastor, who nonchalantly gave his newspaper a slight jerk before flipping the page.

You swallowed dryly, slightly leaning your body towards him, noticing him imitating your gesture. “ I can’t believe you brought me here .” You whispered between gritted teeth.  “I am not a looney .”

“Nobody said you were one, darling,” Alastor let go of his newspaper to lift your chin. “This will do you some good.” 

“I am perfectly mentally capable of dealing with my problems.” You jerked your chin away, feeling your feet itching to aggressively tap out of that waiting room.

Alastor folded his newspaper in two, placing a firm hand on your knee, trying to stop it from shaking and most importantly to keep your idea from bursting out of there. “Well, since you don’t talk to me, we need to find solutions.” 

"Solutions?" You asked incredulously, narrowing your eyes and slapping his hand from your knee." You call this a solution?" 

"Yes." Alastor replied calmly, placing an arm around your shoulders, his fingertips playing with the dress’s little bow that stood perked on your shoulder. "Unless you are ready to talk to me."

"People suffer in silence." You remarked defiantly, grabbing his fingers and removing them from your shoulder rather harshly. "Is it so hard to understand?"

"Hmm, no." Alastor stated with a firm yet soft tone. "But I simply cannot stand by and allow such radiance to be extinguished. Whatever is troubling you, you'll soon find out how easy is to deal with it once you let your worries go, and be more open."

Before you could contest, Alastor leaned in and grabbed your hand. "Be sincere with me, tell me everything.“ He declared. ”And I promise I will make all of your worries go away."

As you stared deeply into his eyes, a shiver danced down your spine, and an unsettling feeling found refuge in the pit of your stomach. Alastor's gaze was eerily calm, as if he possessed the ability to effortlessly plunge into the depths of your abyss, and unravel your thoughts and emotions better than you ever could.

"I-!" The words faltered as his grip tightened around your hand, rending you silent.

"Mrs. and Mr. Tureau?" A gruff voice called, breaking Alastor's hypnotic gaze.

"Here." Alastor rose from his seat, smiling at the stern-faced man while clutching your hand with an iron grip. 

"Very well, welcome." The man greeted with a short nod, his glasses perched at the tip of his nose. His face was cemented in an unwelcoming expression as if he were worn out and fed up with life itself.

"Alastor!" You exclaimed, trying to pull your hand free but to no avail. " I don't want to be here. I don't like thi s."

"It's either here or I will lock us in my office and leave when everything is settled.” He stated, holding your gaze. ”The choice is yours."

Despite feeling utterly hollow, why did fear persist in lingering within you stared up at your husband? Could you endure being trapped in his office and admit to everything you've done behind his back?

The stern-looking man arched an eyebrow, his gaze flickering between you and Alastor while inquiring with a disinterested tone. "Is there any problem?"

"Not at all, Dr.Curran." Alastor replied with a smile while grabbing your purse and handing you your crutches. 

"Then please, after you." The man stepped aside, gesturing with his long arm towards his office. 

“Ready, my dear?” Alastor raised his eyebrows and offered you a reassuring smile while putting his hand on your lower back, encouraging you to walk towards the office.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the office and sank onto the couch without waiting for the doctor to offer you a seat. There it was the horrendous ticking of a clock on the wall that seemed to painfully pound into your head while forcing your heart to pick its pace. 

Anger simmered covertly within you as you observed Dr. Curran seated across from you while quietly studying you intently behind his round spectacles. Clearing his throat, he removed the cap from his pen with a sharp pop and lifted the sheet of paper. 

“Mrs. Tureau." His gruff voice reverted within your chest. "I will start this session by informing you that everything we will share here will be confidential.” Dr. Curran's gaze shifted briefly to Alastor, who sat beside you on the loveseat beside your couch. "Aside from your husband who had requested to be present."

Alastor met the doctor's gaze with a subtle nod and a smile that curled at the edge of his lips. Leaning back in his seat, his arms rested casually on the loveseat armrest, fingers idly dangling from it. He crossed his legs and arched an eyebrow while meticulously studying the wounds from your side profile.

Dr. Curran returned his attention back to you, unable to shake off the subtle feeling of uneasiness the smiling man issued. "Now, Mrs.Tureau, let's begin by discussing why you're here today and what we hope to achieve from our sessions."

The intensity of Alastor's gaze burned into you, causing your thoughts to swirl chaotically in your shattered mind. With so much happening, you hadn't had a moment to think properly. When would Alastor finally confront you? Was he waiting for you to rebuild yourself, only to tear you down again? Did Chloe approach him after her hasty exit from the house? Would anyone, for that matter, believe in you?

Who were you? Did you still want to be the person your parents crafted? Do you want to stay with Alastor now that Arthur has moved from you?

If you were to spill everything that has been happening to you since the cabin incident, you would probably be sent away to spare your family and Alastor from the infectious disgrace you've become.

You will be confined into solitude and away from those who've inflicted so much turmoil upon you. You will have the opportunity to reflect and perhaps heal and focus on your own well-being. Even if that meant saying goodbye to the town you were born and raised in, to bid farewell to everything you have known.

"It's imperative that we discuss everything, Mrs. Tureau." Dr. Curran crossed his legs and gently tapped the pen on the clipboard. "Only then can we determine the best course of treatment for you."

....

"If you do not share, I won't be able to help you." He continued. "Don't you want to be helped?"

....

Scratching the tip of his nose, Dr. Curran sighed heavily through his nose, then swiftly jerked his arm to check the time before scribbling down. "Let's start from where it all began."

...

"I see you have some interesting wounds." He observed, leaning back in his chair, seeing how you lifted your head to look at him, noticing some shift behind your eyes. "Is whatever is troubling you forcing you to hurt yourself?"

Your shoulders stiffened and you pressed your lips together while narrowing your eyes. Wounds? Is he talking about the wounds of your small scuffle with Vox? Did they believe that these were self-inflicted? You wouldn't stoop so low. Anything but that.

No, self-pity.

No, self-pity.

"I was attacked." You quietly admitted, lowering your gaze to Dr. Curran's shoelaces.

"Who attacked you?" He inquired, pen inches away from the paper.

You kept your hands clasped together, rolling your thumbs into one another."A monster. It looked like...I don't know." 

"Take your time."

You exhaled, licking your lips and shaking your head. "It attacked me in the woods when I was on a weekend retreat with my husb-Alastor." You explained, gesturing with your head to Alastor. "And then it appeared in my house, while I was taking a bath."

The doctor continued writing, narrowing his eyes. "Mhm, please keep going."

"I don't know." You confessed, burying your face in your hands, already feeling exhausted and yearning for your bed. "It smiled at me, a-and then it waited for me to pop out of the water."

"Out of the water?"

You lifted your head, knitting your eyebrows. "I submerged myself."

Dr. Curran tapped the pen against his lips, before using it to point at you. "How did it feel when you submerged yourself?"

"Liberating." You quickly admitted with a sigh, meeting his eyes with a weak smile. "I had no worries, I was...free."

" I see ." Dr. Curran murmured, his brow furrowing in thought as he resumed his writing. "And can you describe this monster for me?"

You began to slowly feel nervous, glancing around the room, eyeing every corner, at every shadow. "It...it looked like a huge monster.”You locked your eyes on the floral pattern of your dress.”A deer, it...it laughed and cried like a person and a fawn. But it had a human-like sharp smile, vicious and-and hungry."

The man waited for you to catch your breath, and spoke in a calm tone. "Do you think that you might be projecting your inner thoughts onto this creature that embodies your fears? Hence, causing you to inflict self-harm as a way to cope with your emotions by maintaining a sense of control?"

Your eyes instantly shot back to the man, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"I believe you are under a lot of stress, Mrs. Tureau." Dr. Curran balanced the pen between his index and middle, studying you intently. "This may be just a mere projection of your troubled mind."

"I AM NOT INSANE." You stood up abruptly, clenching your fists, and glaring furiously at the nonchalantly looking man. " He shot it." You pointed a trembling finger at Alastor, who reached out for you, attempting to calm you down.

" Darling ," He murmured, pulling you close. "Please, calm down."

"Tell him, Alastor. TELL HIM." You attempted to fend him off, swatting at his hands with your forearms.

Alastor pulled you into a hug, but you pushed him away and sank onto the sofa, resting your forehead in your hands, biting your lower lip, fighting back the tears threatening to well up in your eyes. 

You refused to succumb to self-pity, to be categorized as a victim, knowing that sympathy from the silver-tongued gossipers would be undoubtedly hollow, where you'd be an endless source of their entertainment.

Nothing has changed. You're still alone, and even if you were sent away, it wouldn't make a difference. The only improvement would be the absence of people constantly troubling you with their petty personal goals.

That doesn't sound so bad.

"Based on what your wife has shared, Mr. Tureau." Dr. Curran paused and looked at Alastor, who was now sitting beside you with an arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders. "It's evident that the traumatic experience she went through during your hunting trip has caused a complex psychological reaction where her nightmares, and emotional distress have made her unable to distinguish fiction from reality."

"And what do you suggest, doctor?" Alastor pulled you to his chest, his hand soothingly running your back.

"In cases like hers." Dr. Curran continued, gesturing toward you with his pen. "We often consider treatments that can provide immediate relief. Such options are hydrotherapy, metrazol convulsion, and shock therapy." He tugged his lips with a nod." Which has shown promising results in cases of severe trauma." 

Alastor's expression darkened, and his jaw clenched tightly. "People shouldn't be subjected to such foul treatment for the sake of science homework." He asserted, preventing you from pushing him away.

"Mr. Tureau, these treatments are-!"

"Under no circumstances, my wife will undergo any form of physical harm.” Alastor stated firmly, his voice dangerously low. ”She will receive the help that focuses on her well-being, and  nothing  else."

The room fell instantly silent, as Dr. Curran regarded Alastor with growing unease, failing to notice the shake in his own leg. "I understand your concerns." He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I-huh, there  are  other options we can explore."

“Lovely.” Alastor added with a hint of sarcasm, his smile sending shivers down the doctor's spine. "I was thinking more of psychoanalysis and talk therapy"

"Certainly, we can do that. Psychoanalysis and talk therapy will be stupendously beneficial for your wife." The doctor's voice slightly faltered as he took a breath, flipping through the sheets and jotting down notes on his clipboard. "She will show… great improvement, I'm sure."

“Get off me.” You pushed Alastor, pressing your hands on his chest, managing to put only a few inches between you two. “I will never forgive you for this, Alastor.”

“I will take all the punishment and vile words you can cruelly throw at me.” He smiled down at you. "As long as you come back to your former charming self."

"That is all that matters to you, isn't it? As long as I am perfectly under your control." You accused, tears pooling in your eyes. "To give you some kicks."

Alastor scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You can be so dramatic, my love." He kept you secured in his embrace. "I only wish for you to be happy, to be free, and most importantly, to be honest."

" Why ?" You asked in a murmur, slowly squirming, feeling his hold tightening. "So you can tear me down? Did you shove that ring onto my finger so you could have some fun while tearing my life apart?"

Alastor watched you through lidded eyes, with particular interest in your cherry-colored lips. "Oh, I adore it when you're ridiculously stubborn, my dearest."

"Can I suggest some couples' therapy?" Dr. Curran interrupted, only to swallow the lump in his throat at how you both looked at him. "Never mind." He quickly got up, and pretended to examine the clipboard sheets." We are done here. I will leave you to choose the date for our next appointment."

Alastor finally released you, watching as you furiously grabbed your crutches and left the office. "As productive as I had anticipated."

"She made some terrific progress for her first appointment."

"My marriage is  none  of your concern, Dr. Curran." Alastor stretched his hand and gave a firm, short handshake to the man before wiping his hand in his coat. "So, please do me a favor, and never mention the subject again." 

"I-huh-Yes, of course." The man smiled nervously, exchanging glances between the open door and the smiling dapper in front of him. "I apologize for my tremendous disrespect."

"Oh, that's quite alright." Alastor chuckled, grabbing your purse and turning to leave. "You're just doing your job, a bit nosy, but I understand."

"Hah, hah, I-huh-Certainly, Mr. Tureau."

"Good day, Dr. Curran and thank you for your wonderful session." Alastor stopped at the door, clutching the knob in his hand. "I trust matters will proceed as discussed?"

"Certainly." The doctor nodded, licking his lips and gripping the clipboard. "I assure you, our arrangement will be honored."

"Spectacular.” Alastor gently closed the door, offering a short nod to the few people in the waiting room. “Good day, miss.”

“Oh, Mr. Tureau, I tried to stop your wife from leaving, but she was already in the elevator. ” The secretary informed him with a look of worry on her face. "She seemed upset."

Alastor's smile faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Thank you for letting me know."

"I’m here to help." The secretary opened a black book and began to quickly flip the pages. "Do you wish to book your wife's next appointment?"

Alastor waved his hand, already at the door. "I'll call later to book it, thank you."

Hurrying down the stairs, Alastor reached the exit and spotted you not far away from the building, sitting on a bench. He sighed, running a hand over his hair before walking up to you and sitting down. "Why the long face? Can't you see how a beautiful day this is?" He leaned to the side. "Darling, don't cry."

"Don't touch me." You slapped his hand away. "Why do you insist on making things difficult?"

"Making things difficult?" Alastor repeated, sitting next to you and resting his elbows on his knees. "I am trying to help you, darling. I hate to see you feeling blue and wasting such jovial youth to whatever is eating you."

"Just, leave me alone Alastor." You shook your head, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. "I'm behaving now, isn't that what you always wanted?"

"Heavens forbid, love, no." He scooted closer, using the side of his index finger to pull your hair away. "I'd be a cold-hearted cretin if I ever wished to have my beautiful wife all broken. I just want you to be back to your feisty self." He offered his handkerchief.

"Do you want me to be happy?" You snatched the scarf from his hand to dab your tears away. 

"More than anything in this world." He smiled, lifting a finger to interject before you could continue. "But with me." 

"Just let me suffer alone in my hidden happiness." You took in a deep staggering breath, watching the cars go by. “I’ll be good and I won’t cause trouble.”

"Do you want another puppy?"

"Stop it, Alastor." You glared with tears streaming down your face. "Can't you see that I don't want this? I don't want to be with someone I don't love." You furrowed your eyebrows, shrinking your shoulders. "I don't...I just want to be alone, please."

Alastor exhaled soundlessly, looking at the white clouds above in the sky, watching how the rich green foliage of the tall trees contrasted with the blue summer sky. "That hurts, my dear." 

His eyes fell upon a couple crossing the street, following them until they disappeared from his view. "Knowing that you're giving up on yourself and refusing to fight. That you don't give me a chance to show you that despite the circumstances that have brought us together, I can be worthy of a place in your lovely heart."

Taking a deep breath, you let out a heavy sigh and sniffed, rolling the tip of the scarf in your right index finger to dab the tears in the corner of your eyes. "Not now, Alastor." You pleaded, grateful for his insistence on making you bring the straw rose embroidered hat.

Alastor raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

"Because I'm just tired." You scoffed. "I have been like this for a while, and only now you've noticed?"

"Believe me, my dear." He remarked in a soft, short chuckle. "I may seem unaware of what is happening around me, but I am well aware of it."

Fear tugged at your heart, causing it to beat rapidly and your hands to shake. Swallowing dryly, you pursed your lips, attempting to brace yourself. Even in a public place, you couldn't shake the feeling that Alastor was just warming up to continue the conversation later, away from prying eyes.

"So, what now?" Your voice came out almost mellow considering the situation you were in. "What do you want to do?"

This is it, isn't it? Why bother hiding anything when you've been caught? Might as well come clean. You've accepted that you're not the person to get the boy in the end, and the life you had truly never stopped to think you wanted.

Now, all you have to do is endure whatever is thrown at you, whether it's the irresistible pull of the emptiness that crept upon you or the internal pressure to conform to the pre-crafted individual your parents had set for you.

Alastor remained silent with his gaze fixed on your profile like a starving artist. He had rehearsed this moment countless times, confident that he would handle it perfectly. But now, every personal effort he had put in himself seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye.

 Maybe it was because you were paying attention, or perhaps it was because you were in a vulnerable state. Alastor couldn't say for sure. All he knew was that this was his opportunity, and he had to take it.

"Have you thought about starting over?" He tentatively suggested with hesitancy in his tone. "You and me." He continued. “It would make one hell of an eternity.”

You glanced down, avoiding his gaze, contemplating whether you were being selfish, afraid of the hollowness that with each passing second grew uncontrollably within you. "You don't need to beat around the bush, Alastor. Be as straightforward as you've always been. Don't be cruel to me like I've been to you." Your voice quivered and your body tensed. "I know I deserve it, but as a weak, worthless woman, I don't think I can't take it."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Flamboyant and theatrical as you are. I'm sure you're itching to." There was bitterness in your tone, either directed at him or yourself, you didn't know. But it was there.

"I just want a chance."

You sighed exasperatedly. "Why?" 

"For starters, I want you out of whatever you're going through. “Alastor paused, gathering his thoughts before speaking again."I want you to talk to me, to see in your eyes the same happiness and longing you have for something you deeply cherish.” He gave you a small smile. “You know, the way you looked at the world before we met.”

...

He pressed his lips before carrying on."And I also want to return to a home where my wife is not wallowing in hopelessness." 

"You're a fool, Alastor.” You accused him, as your gaze drifted to the shadows, the lazy clouds cast upon the streets, buildings, and sidewalks in front of you.”And I'm an even bigger one." 

"I can give you a world you never knew existed." Alastor opened your purse and retrieved your lipstick, rolling it up, exhibiting the worn areas. "You'd be surprised by what's in it." He gently grabbed your chin and turned you to face him, positioning the lipstick over your lips.

"With how much is right in front of you." He began applying the lipstick to your lips, following with his eyes the smooth flow of cherry color left on your lips. "All this, right here, instead of pushing me away."

"How can you love someone you have never met?" You asked, blinking slowly at him, clutching his handkerchief between your hands.

Alastor slightly leaned back, and cupped your face, holding the lipstick between his middle and index fingers."You don't believe in love at first sight?"  

You snorted and replied promptly. "No." 

"Well, I do." He murmured. "And when I fell for you, you completely took over my dreams, and made the food lose its flavor." His breath brushed against your face as he leaned in closer. "I grew tired of waking up in cold sweats, ridiculously longing for a woman who never knew I existed." His lips hovered inches from yours." And I  hated  how my world spun whenever we briefly crossed paths.”

...

" Accept this, my dear ." He whispered. " Allow my heart to consume you , a nd I promise you won't be disappointed ." With that said, Alastor closed his eyes and gently pressed his lips against yours.

As your lips met, you allowed yourself to be overtaken by the kiss, hearing the faint warning from the voice in the back of your head, whispering that Alastor was merely biding his time, waiting for you to heal from your vulnerability to prevent you from falling deeper into an endless pit where you wouldn't be yourself and deny him the satisfaction of a proper reaction.

It would be certain that he’d break you, and you only feared that you’d be nothing but a permanent shell with no true foundation. You don’t want to feel empty, and neither be anyone's plaything, one that is only for third-party use.

When he pulled away, Alastor regarded you intently, rubbing both thumbs on your cheekbones. "We have a lot to work on, my love." He brushed the tip of his nose against yours, feeling the smoothness of your lips on his tainted ones. “I won’t allow you to jump head first into this dark blue sea, even If you don’t want me.”

Locking your gaze with him, your eyebrows furrowed, your lips parted as you felt an overwhelming tightness in your throat. Tentatively, your hand reached for his left forearm, gripping it tightly as your eyes swam into his brown glimmering ones.

Alastor kept your face cupped in his hands as he leaned back and declared firmly, ensuring that these next words would at least linger within your mind as a locked promise. “But I won't let you go either.”

Chapter Text

"Have you ever had a moment of existential contemplation?" Alastor asked, both hands behind his back. "Life's full of choices, you see. From how we handle every twist and turn to how we deal with everything we encounter along the way." He began pacing around the living room with his gaze fixed on his palms before he balled them into fists. “To fend off the irresistible urges that besiege us in such dire moments.”

…

"Some may call it fate, others destiny." Alastor stopped and looked down with a rare frown forming between his brows. “You have given in to your cruelest desires, completely ignoring the consequences that would inevitably follow. " He sighed disappointedly, shaking his head. "I cannot believe you have chosen to embrace destruction instead of preserving honesty and love in this household, in  our  life.”

You remained still with your eyes fixed on Alastor, noticing his body growing tense as the seconds went by. Swallowing dryly, you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow. “Who are you talking to?”

"Who do you think?" Alastor stepped aside and narrowed his eyes at you. You raised an eyebrow, your gaze slowly falling on Jasper, who was in the process of chewing his latest victim.

“I am teaching this." He flicked his wrist at the pup who was lounging on his little couch, growling playfully as he gnawed on the tip of the black shoe. ”Furry, stubborn rascal that won't stop chewing on what doesn't belong to him. I  hid  this pair two days ago  and  he  managed to get  his teeth onto it.   It’s  the  third  pair, my dear. Third."

“Bad dog. Bad, ugly, annoying dog.” Alastor scolded, scoffing as Jasper stopped and barked at him before resuming his chewing, keeping eye contact with the man before him. "Did you see that?" He looked back at you, gesturing with his left hand at the furball. "How dare he be so disrespectful? When I bought him, the woman said he was the  sweetest  of the litter."

“He’s just a-!” You lifted a finger, but Alastor interrupted, continuing with his unpleasant musing. 

“I should go to that woman and give her a piece of my mind.” He scoffed before taking the shoe back. "Let go, let go." He lifted the shoe, but Jasper kept his teeth sunk in it, growling while his little back paws dangled inches from the couch. "I said, let go, you fuzzy murderer."

"Might as well let him keep it, Alastor." You slowly encircled the loveseat and put a hand on his forearm, picking Jasper and retrieving the shoe. "What are you going to do with it anyway?"

Alastor stepped back, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched you cuddling the little furball, who proceeded to give you a soundless bark. "I am teaching him some manners. Something that  you  were supposed to do, my dear." He scratched the back of his head, then adjusted his hair. "I am imposing new rules."

"He's a dog."

"Dogs can be taught manners." Alastor lifted a finger and closed his eyes, smiling. "They can even be more civilized than people." 

You sighed and placed Jasper down, watching as he, with some trouble, dragged the shoe to the bottom of the stairs. "I have to agree on that. But, he might need better chewing toys." 

"He has plenty of those, beds scattered around both floors, bowls, leashes, and a doghouse in the back yard."Alastor remarked, waiting for you to look back at him before pointing at the light brown couch. "Even his own  couch ." He brought a hand to his head, shaking it in disbelief. "What more does he need besides some proper training?"

You shrugged and swiftly stepped back as Alastor walked past you and went after him. "Oh, oh, I don't think so. My office is off-limits for you, Mr." He picked up the puppy, hissing when he bit his thumb. "My patience is running thin. Starting today you will sleep outside."

"Give him back." You insisted, limping towards him and taking the puppy into your arms. "Jasper is an indoor dog and he will  stay  inside. But if you want to sleep in the doghouse, be my guest."

"What am I supposed to do? Let him into my office?" Alastor brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked the blood. "Not happening."

"Maybe he just wants to be in his bed. You know, the one you have taken to your office?" You looked at him sideways, gently scratching Jasper's furry chest. "That's his favorite, after all."

"I only took the bed there because he was crying incessantly when you left that morning, my dear." Alastor stated, putting his hands behind his back. "Which makes me wonder, where did you go?"

"I didn't ask you why you took the bed, Alastor." You remarked, kissing the puppy's head and putting him back down, hearing his paws hurriedly running towards the shoe. "Also, am I not allowed to go out?"

"My love, I want you to shine brighter than the sun and enjoy everything outside this house." He chuckled, stepping closer. "I'm only concerned that’s all."

Your gaze focused on the neat, pristine buttons of his white shirt for a moment, before allowing your eyes to lock with his. Staring into his eyes, despite your seemingly blank expression, you noticed a subtle glint of curiosity in them. "Why is that?" 

Alastor stood quiet for a moment with his lips gradually betraying a slow smile while his left hand cupped your cheek. "You barely have any friends, my dear." Alastor said softly as if inciting you. "That is rather troublesome."

"What's your point, Alastor?" You inquired nonchalantly, leisurely blinking at his towering figure.

"Truth be told, I am scared for you." He admitted, taking both of your hands into his, and looking at them. “I don’t feel at ease knowing how lonely you are.”

”You broadcast too much." You sighed, not in the mood to delve into one of his games. Trying to take your hands back, Alastor kept them locked between his, making you look at them and then at him.

He continued to stare at your hands, absently rolling your wedding ring with his index finger and thumb. "Do you remember that man we encountered at the entrance of my workplace?"

Your brows furrowed as you glanced at him, noting how focused he appeared to be. Ah yes, Vincent Voxley, or Vox for short. How could you forget? "That tall, handsome dark-haired man with the striking blue eyes?" 

Alastor chuckled rather amusingly before taking in a breath but still keeping his eyes on your hands. "I wouldn't call him handsome, my dear. He's rather average-looking."

"I beg to differ." You felt a tiny gentle squeeze in your hands. "I found him to be quite dishy."

"Pardon me?" Alastor's eyes shot back to yours with a resentful smile. "Why on earth would you think a man like him is  dishy ?"

Sighing, you took this opportunity to pull your hands back and admit before sitting down on the couch. "Because he is, Alastor. And I am sure many people will agree with me." 

Yes, Vox was very attractive, but he was also awful, arrogant, and insufferably cocky. It was your mistake for not paying closer attention when you were playing your cards, it was your mistake to think a man like him was anything but an opportunistic bastard.

You couldn't help but wonder about your grandmother's involvement. Had she sent him to fetch you? You hadn't spoken with her in a while, and you think the reason she hadn't contacted you was because you insisted on taking things at your own pace.

Or perhaps Vox had acted on his own accord and tried to take you away in retaliation for your stubbornness or because of a deep-seated, conflicted hatred for Alastor. It was clear they knew each other, and if what Alastor had said about Vox being sent to a boarding school against his will was true, then their history dated back to their youth.

But, Vox comes from a wealthy family, while Alastor does not. What was truly going on here? 

Do you want to know about it? No, not really. You were too tired and unbothered to care about it. At this moment, you were simply too lost, too drained to even contemplate the idea of rebuilding yourself right now.

"I'm seriously preoccupied with how you see others' beauty." He narrowed his eyes, not liking how you kept your gaze locked on his knees and seemingly looking absent. "That idiot is not "dishy", or for a matter of fact, above the mediocre average."

You sighed dramatically, meeting his eyes with one blink while raising an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

"Excuse you." Alastor's eye twitched, straightening his posture as you studied him silently. "Never in my life have I ever felt  jealous  of that prick, let alone anyone else." 

“You never felt jealousy in your life?” You asked in a soft tone, following him with your eyes as he sat down beside you. 

“Never.” Alastor crossed his legs, casually draping an arm around the back of the couch and resting his hand on his thigh.“Imagine me, wasting my time indulging in such a sin when I have a life to live.” 

...

"Have you been jealous before, my butterfly?" He smiled, his brown eyes slightly narrowing as he leaned in towards you. "Have you ever felt the strings of the eyed-green monster puppeteering you, hm?"

You tore your gaze from him to focus on your lap. "I have."

"Oh?" Alastor scooched closer, his bent knee brushing against your leg. "Care to share how such a doll as yourself has been sinful?"

Sighing loudly, you looked up at the ceiling and shrugged. "I guess."

"Please do." Alastor chuckled. "I would love to hear it."

Taking a moment to contemplate, your heart fluttered widely as you recalled a specific memory that had made you stumble onto the claws of the green sin. Clearing your throat, you took in a breath and began recounting it.

"Before I started dating Arthur, there was this stunning girl who also had her eye on him." You played with the brim of your dress, tugging at your lips once. "She was so pretty that it filled me with jealousy."

...

You snickered, a small grin forming on your lips as you shook your head. "So many times I looked in the mirror and imagined what it would be like to have a little of her glow on me."

…

"She was eye candy, Alastor." You nodded approvingly. "A nice, honest girl."

"Aren't you nice and honest?" He asked, tilting his head and raising both brows. 

"When I have to be." You exhaled and leaned back. "Or people would take advantage of me."

“Hmm.”

"I think she was more your type." You mused, crossing your arms and pursing your lips in deep thought. "She loved to dance, smiled and laughed a lot, was obsessed with radio, and didn't care much for dogs."

...

"She favored bitter tastes, but not sweets."

...

"Wherever she went, people always showered her with compliments and lovely words." You added with a chuckle as you continued.

"There was this one time." You leaned in, your voice filled with excitement as you recalled. "I snuck out of the house with my cousin to attend this lively barn dance full of people wanting to have a good time." You waved a hand before clinking your tongue. "She was absolutely killing it on the dance floor. You should have seen her, Alastor. She was so energetic and contagious."

...

"Heh." You intertwined your fingers and shrugged one shoulder. "After she finished, I half-expected Arthur to ask her to dance, but he surprised me by choosing me instead."

Alastor looked rather annoyed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe. "Hmph."

"And then." You laughed, covering your mouth, glancing away as embarrassment crept in. "I accidentally stepped on his toes, like really hard, hard." 

...

"He laughed, but I could tell it hurt."

Taking in a breath, your shoulders slumped and a smile adorned your lips. "We had a great time. Yes, we did. I even slapped him that day too."

...

"I thought he had touched my rear, but it was actually my cousin trying to get me out of there because some old bitter geezer had called the fuzz on us." You huffed in relief as if you were reliving it all over again.

"Anyway, I still get a bit jealous thinking of that sheba, but whenever she is, I hope she is doing alright."

You glanced at your side, finding Alastor staring at you in silence. He wasn't smiling, nor did he seem annoyed. “Being jealous is being human, Alastor.” You stated, sensing the gentle feeling of his fingers playing with some of your hair strands that reached your left shoulder.

"I couldn't agree more, sweetheart." He replied, clearing his throat. "It's part of us."

You looked at his bowtie, then at his eyes with your smile long gone. "Not part of you, apparently." 

"Oh! Why do you say that?" He asked, pausing his fiddling with your hair for a second before resuming it. "I'm human."

"You said yourself, Alastor. You've never felt jealousy."

Alastor took in a breath, watching how the curtains swayed with the gentle breeze that blew through the open window. He stopped playing with your hair and put his hand on your arm, gently rubbing it. "I might have lied."

“Hm.”

"I have felt jealousy throughout my life, but certainly hasn't consumed me." This time you remained quiet, struggling to keep your focus on him and doing a great job of not spacing out. "I felt jealousy when my father praised my cousin during a little baseball tournament in our neighborhood."

...

"I stayed on the bench that day. I don't know why he put me there, I was not great, but a fairly good player I’d say." 

...

"At 15, I was rejected by this lovely gal whom I had a crush on." Alastor hummed, stopping his caresses and returning to fiddle with your hair."It was nothing serious, really, but I was jealous of the girl who had taken her heart."

“I’m surprised you had a life that involved some sort of romance.” You remarked, recalling the conversation you had with Sybil, where she told you about Alastor having his eyes on you. “Your mother said that you were a very shy and homebody kid.” 

Alastor laughed, shaking his head amusingly. "Mothers think they know best, don't they?" He watched as Jasper walked in front of him, lifted his nose, and sniffed the air before goofily running off. "Despite my mother's insistence on my good behavior, I had my moments of teenage rebellion."

“I'm sorry, but I find it a bit hard to believe in you, Alastor.” You leaned back and crossed your arms. "Mr. Goody two-shoes, disappointing his mother."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Oh, is it?"

“Mhm.”

“Well, my love, at some point, I couldn't resist the pull teen life had to offer.” He sighed loudly, lost in thought for a moment. “From the thirst for the sweetness of alcohol to the allure of my lungs getting filled with the smoke of cigars and cigarettes.” Alastor returned his gaze to you, taking in every detail of your face. “And naturally, I had to experience my first carnal moments, though I never understood the exaggerated hype.”

“I guess everyone does have to experience all that.” You stated, not wanting to question him about why he had married you when such a union involved intimacy. This thought left you feeling unsettled, particularly since you and him had shared two moments of intimacy, with the latter unexpectedly intense and out of character.

Shifting uncomfortably, you gestured for him to continue.“Please keep going.”

"Very well, where was I?" Alastor glanced upwards as if searching for the switch to his brain. "Ah, right." He adjusted himself in his seat. "When I was nineteen, I applied for the broadcast position at the JazzAura radio station. I wasn't picked because of my skin color, so I felt jealous of the guy they chose because he was more suitable for their standards."

"I'm sorry, Alastor." You patted his knee before retrieving your hand. "People are overall idiots."

"Hah, hah, hah, that's quite alright, my dear." He laughed. "I have developed the thickest skin ever since I was a kid. Only a very few things make me lose my temper."

"Still, that's awful."

"Hmm, yes, it is. Isn't it?"

"Mhm." 

As silence settled between you two, a sense of dread began creeping in as the steady ticking of the grandfather clock plucked at your momentary peace. You made a mental note of getting rid of it and never allowing one in your life again. 

Biting your lower lip, you stole a glance at Alastor while simultaneously trying to push away the awful sensation building inside of you. "Darling?"

Turning, you met his eyes and confessed. "I find it surprising, that's all.” You stated. ”You were very fervent about not revealing you harbored such feelings."

He chuckled in self-deprecation. "Ah, well, we all have our weaknesses, don't we? Like I said, I’m human." Alastor let go of your hair and adjusted his posture, his hands now resting on his left ankle that was crossed over his right knee.“Exposing myself isn't exactly something I particularly enjoy.”

You nodded in understanding as you have been doing the same for years. A defense mechanism everyone has developed as they grow older. "You're just protecting yourself.”

“Correct.” He affirmed with a smile. 

“Hmm.”

“But I still have to admit that I felt jealous of that b-! Arthur-'' Alastor paused, catching himself mid-word. He knew you wouldn't appreciate Arthur, of all people, being addressed negatively, even though the word he was going to use to describe him didn’t have a negative connotation. However, the way he was going to say it would have come across as unfavorable. 

A light scowl manifested in your face, and you pressed your knees together, gripping them. You took in a disguised breath and chewed on your lower lip before asking. “Why?”

“Because he had something I wanted, something I didn't have."

"And what was that?" You asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer despite knowing it.

Leaning in closer, Alastor noticed the intensity of your gaze fixated on the rug's pattern before you. "You."

“Well, you have me now, Alastor.” You finally replied, averting your gaze and subtly putting a bit of space between the two of you. 

"Do I?" Alastor questioned, keeping his brown eyes fixed on you.

Sighing softly, you paused and gathered your thoughts, regretting having touched such a topic. “Would you feel great joy if I confirmed it to you?” You asked, your tone lacking enthusiasm and will. 

“No.” Alastor replied firmly, uncrossing his legs and slightly turning his body towards you. “It doesn’t bring me joy when you’re almost as empty as a foolish man’s promise.”He intertwined his fingers and rested his elbows on his knees.

“Let’s not do this now, Alastor." You remarked wearily. "I’m exhausted.”

“Too bad, darling.” He retorted, frustration simmering behind his brown eyes. “I refuse to let you give up on yourself, and much less let you return to that bed.”

“Oh, of course not.” You stood up abruptly, feeling at least happy that your injured foot was recovering rather nicely, at least now you could put more weight on it. “You just threw me into that unpleasant doctor’s office who wanted to experiment on me.”

“I would never let it happen.” Alastor got up and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to him. “And I only took you there to get you some help.”

"I'm not self-harming, okay. I'm just...I need to think, that's all."

He waited for you to stop fidgeting, keeping your shoulders in place, aware that if he let you go, you'd just walk away and shut down as you have been doing more often than not. "Then talk to me."

"You're exaggerating, Alastor." You brushed his hands away, feeling the weight they left on your shoulders burning your skin. "I'm empty? Yes, I am. Am I self-harming? No."

...

"All I need is to rest, and  think ." You looked down defeatedly, using a hand to gesture to nowhere in particular. "I'm already yours, I agreed to give you a chance. I will be here waiting for you."

"When I asked you for an opportunity, I wanted you to be fully aware of my request." He explained, gesturing towards himself. "I want you to consider it without having any burdens weighing on your conscience that could influence your decision."

You didn't look at him, instead, you just kept your eyes locked on his bowtie. "You should be happy with what you already have, Alastor." You remarked.

Alastor placed a hand on his hip and lifted a hand to his chin, keeping it between the side of his index finger and thumb. His eyes roamed all over your face, carefully observing how you switched between your inner desolated world and the current reality. 

"Very well." Alastor remarked, then went to pick up Jasper, noticing how your attention was piqued."Get your things, we're going out."

"Where?" You lifted your hands to take the puppy, but he only handed you your crutches. 

"I'm going to get his things, wait for me in the car." 

As Alastor's humming filled the car, you found yourself looking out the window, cradling Jasper in your lap, and slowly drifting away, easily pushing the world around you into the background.

This hollowness continued to grow, devouring you like a ravenous, rabid beast. Your existence didn't have anything inside of it except shattered pieces with jagged edges and worn-out corners, both hard to mend or fully restore. 

It hurts.

Not only because your heart has been broken and your lover has decided to permanently depart from you, but also because you feel like nothing more than an object, existing solely to fulfill and serve the needs of others.

Yes, you've come to accept that you have been an insufferable brat, and, yes, you've acknowledged that you're no better than your own flesh and blood.

But to buy Arthur a new identity and force him to erase his own existence? How far you've fallen to become a hideous, despicable human being. You've fought against your family for your own opinions and dreams, yet you've tried to extinguish someone who was already perfect just the way he was.

The car swayed as Alastor drove into uneven terrain, leaving behind the houses and giving way to trees and pretty adorned colorful spacious streets. Your eyes caught sight of your reflection in the window, the void within them enveloping you in a cold blanket." T he apple  doesn't  fall far from the tree ." You whispered in defeat. 

"They don't, my love." Alastor replied, sighing deeply and rolling down the window. “Unless they pick the apple and take it.”

You blinked a few times, lowering your gaze and hastily wiping away the tears before they could escape. Your fingers found the softness of Jasper’s fur, gently stroking it as a small smile grew on your lips. 

He was sleeping peacefully in your lap, gently twitching and releasing soft whines. "He's dreaming." You noted, grabbing his little ears and gently rubbing it between your thumb and index finger.

"Better not be about my shoes." Alastor remarked as he parked the car and rolled up the window. "It's already painful to let him keep the ones he destroyed. If he goes and gets more, this means there's beef between us." Alastor took the key and left the car. 

"Come on, sweetheart." Alastor opened your door, and took Jasper, securing his leash around his wrist.

"What are we doing here?" You asked, stepping out and looking around.

"No, no." Alastor insisted, moving to the back seat and fiddling with some items he had brought along. "Take both crutches. I don't want you putting pressure on that ankle."

"It barely hurts." You promised, slipping Jasper's leash from Alastor's wrist." I can already put some weight in it." 

"It's still not completely healed." He countered, stepping in front of you and blocking your view of what he was doing. You slightly jolted and looked up at him, fluttering your eyes. "Don't you want to heal?"

"I mean, I'm just saying."

"Oh, oh, oh, I get it." Alastor smiled and winked down at you. "You want your husband to keep caring for you? Such a sweetheart."

You stared at him dead in the eyes, completely expressionless, taking note of how his skin contrasted with the soft sunlight, how the subtle natural texture of his hair blended in the disheveled strands tousled by the wind. 

The mellow rays of light that reflected through the lush foliage branches of the tall tree above, whisked the color in his brown eyes into a pallet of honey shades. His lips held a perfect fullness, only slightly thinning when he sported his trademark smile, ideal for the shape of his face. His nose was snub and symmetrical, well-proportioned as if it had been flawlessly crafted to his features.

"Is there something on my face?" Alastor smiled, standing with one foot crossed over the other, resting a hand on the edge of the car's pillar and the other on his hip.

“No.” You shook your head, letting your eyes roam freely over his face before locking with his brown ones.“But." 

"But?" He lightly tapped his fingers against the warm car's pillar.

You paused, before adding in a feathery tone. ”I think you're stylish, talented, and a bit funny." Looking down, you saw Jasper glancing from side to side with his perky little ears up, alert to all the strange sounds around him. "I never said it because I resented you for everything, and still do, however, the reason I kept this to myself was to not deal with your cockiness."

…

"I want you to know that my words are genuine." You admitted, rubbing your arms, in a feeble attempt to bring yourself some comfort. "And not meant to bring you down as some sort of a devilish game."

The acknowledgment of your latest words came not only from the apparent absence of Arthur, but also from the loss of your identity, dreams, and peace as well as from your perceived selfishness. It took the prospect of being married off to a complete stranger to realize how much value you hold as a person to those you loved, and how much you unknowingly projected it onto others.

Regardless, you still gripped onto the ardent refusal to descend further into a no-return despair, while struggling to keep the overwhelming disgusting self-pity that continued to persist in haunting you. 

With a heavy sigh, you finally met Alastor's gaze, and the plea behind your eyes prompted him to reach out to cup your face, but you stopped his hands. "This confession holds no love, Alastor." You gently lowered his hands, picking up Jasper. "Please, don't ask me to love you because not only is my heart elsewhere, but it would be heartless of me to give you false hope."

“Hm.” Alastor quietly turned his attention back to the car's back seat and retrieved a picnic basket."I understand it, my dear." 

"I'm sorry." You looked away, rubbing the tip of your nose on Jasper's head. "I-!"

"Don't apologize." Alastor's smile broadened, raising both eyebrows and slightly leaning in. "You did something marvelous right now."

"I did?"

"Yes, my lovely butterfly." He encircled an arm around your shoulders, and led you further into the vast, empty garden, prompting you to use him as support. 

"What...did I do?" Looking up at him, you noticed that his smile was one of pure satisfaction. Surprisingly, this one didn't irk you.

"You shared, my dear." He let you go and proceeded to sprawl out a picnic towel. "You talked to me. That is far more important than anything else at the moment."

“I guess, I did.” You mused softly.

“And it was very fruitful.” Alastor replied while standing up, grabbing Jasper and unleashing him. 

Narrowing your eyes in confusion, you tilted your head and a strand of hair slipped from underneath your cloche hat. "Fruitful?" You asked, as Alastor practically thrust the basket into your hands.

"Mhm." He affirmed with a smile and looked down at you. "How do you feel?" 

You hesitated, searching for the right words, rolling the basket's woven willow handles. "I...still the same?"  

"You sure?" Alastor pressed gently, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You looked down at the lush green grass beneath your feet, feeling its soft blades tickling your skin through the thin fabric of your sandals. "I... Yes?"

"Don't you feel a little lighter?" His voice was much softer now, encouraging even." Less burdened?"

"I feel a little bit better but I don't think it was that-!" Your words trailed off as he interrupted.

"My dear, you took a step forward." Alastor placed one hand on your shoulder, using the other to gently pull your chin up. "Even if your request had hurt me a little, I believe you did a wonderful job."

“So, you’re not upset about my rejection?” Your voice held a little hesitation but you managed to convey the question quite nicely.

"Oh, love." Alastor chuckled, briefly closing his eyes. "Why would I be upset? I cannot ask you anything when you're struggling, and I believe communication is key to working through it."

...

"If I am to have a chance, I think it's important for you to be aware of it."

...

"I mean..." He continued, his gaze drifting to the pup who was sniffing a tree. "We never know what the future holds. Who knows?" Alastor took a few steps back towards where the car was parked. "Perhaps one day you'll see me in a different light."

"You're being very chirpy." You observed, watching him turn around and walk away.

"Being chirpy is my thing." He laughed.

" E ven with everything  I've  done to you. " You said softly, glancing at the basket in your hands. 

Placing the basket down onto the towel, you eased yourself onto the ground, feeling the soothing breeze brush against your skin, drying the sweat on the back of your neck as you removed your hat. 

Your eyes instinctively sought out Jasper, envying how such a creature had nothing to worry about in his life besides the obligatory love his owners had for him, food, toys, and a roof over his fuzzy head. 

Lost in thought once again, your heart quickened its pace and the world around you blurred. Just a few days ago, Alastor had expressed understanding for the state you were in, urging you to heal so that you could make clear choices and perhaps, willingly give him a chance.

A sense of uneasiness began to settle in the pit of your stomach as you silently contemplated Alastor's promise not to let you go. How will he react once you tell him that you won't entertain the idea of loving again and that your answer still stands? Will he keep hammering the same nail until it bends? Why not just address the letter if he wants a genuine start? Does he believe this will vanish completely by ignoring his own advice on communication?

If roles were reversed, you would likely make a scene. You'd want to put everything on clean plates so there wouldn't be secretive weaponized words to provoke more hurt and eventually distancing.

But if he wants to get an opportunity to bring you down, then you’ll play along and grow out your thick skin. Then as time goes by, you’ll figure yourself out and carry on with your plan to rediscover yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you saw Jasper hopping across the grass with his tongue out. As he spotted you, the small pup began running in your direction and leaped into your lap, barking enthusiastically. "You know what?" Lifting him, you saw how his watery eyes closed with pure mirth. "I guess I'll just be what they expect of me." 

"I will not leave Alastor for that egocentric, arrogant blue-eyed bastard. “Jasper responded with a playful air lick, squirming in protest until you released him."I will be just an obedient wife." 

Rising to your feet, you watched as he darted around Alastor who was carrying an easel, a canvas, and a small suitcase. "Alastor." You called, standing aside as he began setting everything up. "Hmm, why?"

"Painting is therapeutic, sweetheart." He explained, finished, and stepped aside to make room for you. "And since you haven't shared much about your interests, yet, I thought you might enjoy trying painting."

…

“Come on, give it a try.” Alastor urged, gesturing towards the untouched canvas while displaying an encouraging smile. “It may be rectangular and even be finite, but your imagination has no limits to the life you can give it.”

Hesitating you took a step forward, and glanced at him. “I don’t know what to paint.” You admitted, starting to feel self-doubt numbing your fingers.

“Don’t think, just grab the brushes and do a few strokes."He suggested. "Play with the colors, hell you can use the end of the brush to destroy it, my love.”

…

Alastor grabbed the palette and placed an array of various colors on it. "Here you go."

"Alright, I guess I can give it a try." You hesitantly took it, thanking him with a short nod as he handed you the brush. 

"Oh." Alastor held up a finger. "Just a moment."

When he turned away, you looked back at the canvas before you and momentarily closed your eyes, hearing the gentle whisper of leaves around you, feeling the light breeze gently kissing your body and fluttering your dress. “Here.”

“Orange juice?”

“Take a sip, dolly.” Alastor took the palette away and placed it beside the easel, giving you the cup. “Your voice is a little raspy.”

Holding it, you watched the small ripples in it, with its rich, natural scent reaching your nostrils before taking a small sip. “This is nice.” You licked your lips and clicked your tongue a few times at the sweet flavor before drinking it all at once.

“By the way, there’s a stream a little further away from us.” Alastor mentioned, taking the cup back and handing you one full of water for your brush. “We might go there to skip some stones, what do you think?”

You lifted an eyebrow in curiosity. “Skipping stones?” 

“Yes, it's fun. Have you tried before?” Alastor inquired, blinking slowly down at you.

“A few times, when I was a kid." You replied with a shrug, not particularly fond of the boring memory. "I gave up because I couldn’t make it.”

“See? You have been trying things since you were a kid and you quickly gave up on them.” Alastor remarked, adjusting the canvas and then retrieving the glass, placing it beside the basket. “Take my first tryouts, for instance. I failed them miserably, but I didn't let that stop me."

He briefly closed his eyes, recalling that memory with a smile playing on his lips. "During those times, I threw a rock at a young couple, an old man and a police officer. The latter took me home and my parents gave me the biggest earful of my life.” He chuckled. “But I didn’t give up, I just got really good at running away when things went wrong.”

“Until, of course, I mastered my stone skipping skills, hah, hah, hah.” Alastor continued, resting his left hand on top of the easel and the other on his hip. “The thing is my dear, you shouldn’t give up so easily, even if things end up going against your favor, or simply discourage you.”

He grabbed the pallet, put it in your hand, and walked behind you, placing both hands on your shoulder, gently directing your body towards the blank surface. "Let's give it a try." He suggested with a calm tone.

His long, slender fingers reached for your hand, enveloping them with his own, dipped it in the color black, and positioned the brush just inches away from the canvas. "If it doesn't turn out the way you hoped, that's okay. The important thing is that you're giving it a chance and deciding for yourself if you want to keep going or not."

“What’s the difference? I've tried many things before, but I ended up giving up.” You glanced up as you sensed him resting his chin on top of your head. 

“Yes, but darling.” Alastor’s hands found your shoulders again, and he leaned to the side, meeting your eyes. “I'm sure you didn’t have outside encouragement, did you?”

As he pinched your cheek, you closed one eye. "Sometimes, I did."

"But did they insist more than once? Did they ask you why you stopped?" Alastor encircled you, standing before you and holding your shoulders.

"I-No." You held the brush with a firm grip, pressing it against your chest, inches away from tainting your dress while making sure the palette remained between you and him. "They didn't."

"See?" He smiled, cupping your face and turning it to him. "How many times have you wished for someone to give you a little push, hm?" Alastor wrapped an arm around and gestured back to the canvas."To encourage you to keep going? Well, I'm here now, my darling wife. Give it a try, and soon enough, you won't need anyone to motivate you. You'll be able to do it all by yourself."

“Didn’t you want to ask me something about that man, Vox?” You asked, blinking up at him. 

"There's no need to ruin our day with that, darling." Alastor released you and began walking away. "Go on, try it."

As Alastor's footsteps grew gradually muffled by the soft grass, you watched him bending and picking Jasper, removing blades of grass from his mouth and paws, as well as tidying his fur. You could see his lips moving and his eyes rolling as the pup barked and waggled his tail.

Turning your attention back to the canvas, your surroundings seemed to slow down with the usual rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze and the distant chirping of birds. Regardless of where you were, this moment couldn't shake away the emptiness that still lingered within you, however, it also brought a sense of tranquility, akin to the feeling of being submerged that you experienced a few days prior.

"Alright, then." You murmured, dipping the brush back again in the blank paint, bringing it to the canvas. "It's just an experiment. What could possibly go wrong?"

Chapter Text

After leaving his office, Alastor bid his goodbyes to his coworkers and left the radio station, eager to have a break from everything and everyone. He had to stay until late for a meeting with his boss, Mr. O'Bannyon, who tended to ramble endlessly which often extended well past their scheduled times when he stopped by. 

These were not rare occasions, nor did he appear out of the blue, only whenever he felt like seeing his employees or looking for a friendly shoulder. In this case, Alastor.

During his visit, the man had specifically requested all his broadcasters to highlight his actions, emphasizing the benefits people would reap if they chose him as Obsidian’s next Mayor. And, after discussing all matters related to the elections, Mr. O'Bannyon requested Alastor for a few minutes of his time.

Usually, Alastor has a remarkable patience when it comes to people and their prattling, but today he had found himself nodding boringly while occasionally stealing glances at the clock, already aware that he wouldn't be leaving as quickly as he had hoped. 

Inside his office, the man continued droning about his concerns and fears of his wife's past as a former madam in a brothel, seeking some sort of friendly support. Alastor, on the other hand, could only quietly listen until the man took a moment to breathe. 

As always, a person's reputation is worth more than money and possessions. It's not that money doesn't help, because it certainly does, but character is the foundation of principles. And he knew he’d lose a lot if gossipers got a hold of her secret.

Alastor had advised him to relax, focus on campaigning, and make changes to win over voters while reminding him more than five times that his wife’s secret was well-kept.

He also appealed to the man to not forget the areas where many people tended to push aside and pretend it didn’t exist for the sake of their “eyesight”. Mr. O’Bannyon was known to be humble and indeed a good person, but a little forgetful and sometimes cold.   

So, after the ‘wonderful’ advice, Mr. O'Bannyon was delighted to have his golden boy’s undivided attention and support. But, whether he would fulfill his promises or not was of little concern as all that Alastor wanted at the moment was to vanish into the night and then go home.

As Alastor drove down his favorite street, he hummed softly and rolled down the window to let the warm summer air stream into his car. Tonight was his time to unwind, to indulge in what all his heart desired. It was a night to lose himself, to be just a nobody like he had done countless times before tying the knot.

After thirty minutes of driving, Alastor parked the car in its usual spot and took his time to change into a more suitable shirt, ruffled his hair, topped it off with his father’s old newsboy cap, locked the car, and ventured away. 

The streets were crawling with what the people of the upper area labeled as unsavory characters such as grifters, joes, shibas, jive nests, and nogoodniks.  As if they didn't have plenty of those characters and much more lurking in the shadows under the guise of high-respectable facades. 

'F ancy. '  Alastor mused to himself as he strolled through the lively street, rather than enjoying the natural environment he grew up in.  

While Obsidian's upper area offered more job opportunities, picturesque surroundings, and innovation methods in terms of general advancement, these positive aspects often overshadowed its darker counterparts such as segregation and limited opportunities for what they considered to be less desirable citizens. 

Nonetheless, this small town had made significant progress over the years, and Alastor could only wish his father could have witnessed it. He sure would have loved it, although Alastor is 100% convinced that he’d be picking his father off the ground after giving himself away to alcohol.

A core memory that manages to persist in his mind whenever he sees a drunk passed out on the street. 

As he continued walking towards his destination, this particular musing triggered him a memory of an outing with his father. They had shared ice cream and attended a horse race together. Alastor recalled with a smile how he had scrunched his nose at the sweet taste, prompting his father to laugh and pat his back playfully. 

However, it was on that day that Alastor witnessed firsthand how vile people could be, particularly towards those who were different, when they were surrounded by heartless hooligans directing their narrow views on his father for choosing a Creole woman.

At that age, he understood the concept of being different from the majority of his peers, but he never truly cared about it. Why? Because he was happy with the very few friends who would sometimes distance themselves because they found him odd or too reserved.

Yet, despite what had happened, this memory was marred by the ugly argument that took place later that night. His mother had clashed with his father about the potential gambling addiction Alastor could develop, and it got aggravated by his father's impulsiveness to bet a significant portion of the household funds.

Alastor had lived through tough times, and he had been very happy with the little he had. Still, he was grateful for his hard work that had led him to where he stood today. Not only had he achieved his dream job as a well-known radio host, but he also provided his mother with a comfortable life and unexpectedly married a woman who had cruelly stolen his heart. 

Upon arrival, he found himself standing outside his favorite club where the drinks flowed easily and the music was  always  to his liking. Stepping inside, smoke, sweat, perfume, the canary’s voice, and the strings of jazz shook him out of his shell. As if it had finally awakened him to the world he always could return to.

Sitting in his usual spot at the bar, Alastor was already nursing a glass of whiskey in his hand while exchanging a smile with Mimzy, the lead singer, who winked at him in acknowledgment.

Despite her reputation for being difficult, and obnoxious, and favoring the green more than her safety, he found her to be charming, very entertaining, and a great hoofer. A childhood friend whom he enjoyed spending time with so to speak.

For a moment, he allowed himself to forget about the world outside, and get lost in the music and in the alluring night that awaited him. It has been a while since he got some proper action, the type that he was very fond of. It felt as if he had been on autopilot, living to work and returning home with a piece of him missing. 

He could no longer keep locked away the part of him that he had been denying for the sake of his new life. In the beginning, it worked, but as he grew tired of trying to keep his wife happy, he neglected her and ventured towards the darkness.

And heavens, it felt amazing, in fact, it was liberating. But all good things eventually reached an end, and that came in the form of the entanglements of the two families in his marriage, the bitter distancing of life as a couple where he could feel his dearest slip between his fingers.

That prompted him to put his needs aside and take immediate action. He’ll be damned if he lets others destroy everything he worked so hard to obtain. Like it’s not bad enough to have an unruly wife, and he still had to deal with entitled people? Who the hell did he marry? Them or you?

Bringing the cup to his lips, Alastor noticed an attractive woman sitting alone at the table a bit away from the stage, her cheek resting against her fist with a light glare that dared anyone to approach her. Her umber-rich skin glimmered under the lights, and her comely dark eyes sparkled with a hidden excitement he could easily detect behind the little, rather cute frown. 

Narrowing his eyes, Alastor’s smile grew as he acknowledged more than once that he could take all the frowns from strangers and friends alike, but yours? He secretly loathes it.

With a grin tugging at his lips, Alastor wasted no time in sauntering over to her table, not needing to rehearse what he would say. "Mind if I join you?" He asked confidently, drink in one hand while keeping the other inside his pocket. 

The woman glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "It depends, Mr." She replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement and defiance. "Are you here to charm me or just looking for a dance partner?"

Alastor chuckled, downing his whiskey in one gulp, taking in a hiss as he felt it scorching down his throat before setting the cup down. “Why not both?"

"Hah, hah." She laughed, tilting her head and doing a short, silent contemplation. "Well, I’m a sucker for straightforward men." She admitted, her eyes glancing briefly to the dance floor before locking eyes with him. "And I must say, I have a weakness for a good dance too."

“Terrific.” He rested a hand on the table and the other on his hip. “I'm sure I can provide you with a good time.”

The woman laughed and pouted sweetly. “But, unfortunately for you, I don’t fall easily.” There was a little southern roll in her tongue when she spoke. It sounded endearing, like honey to the ears. “You have to do better than that, Mr.” 

Alastor purposely paused, keeping her gaze locked with his, fighting off the urge to chuckle. "Ah, but my dear." Alastor smirked and stated confidently. "I guarantee you that my dancing will sweep you off your feet. And, you'll undoubtedly find yourself saving a dance for me, even when I'm not around." He winked. 

"Oh! Really?" The woman leaned in, resting her chin on the back of her hand, interest piqued at his nonchalant words.

Alastor straightened up and watched her through lidded eyes. "Absolutely." He replied." But you'll have to dance with me to find out. Otherwise, you will go home and moon over the dashing stranger who would blow your world apart."

The woman giggled and he extended his hand, offering her the most charming smile he had, one which always worked regardless of the occasion. Except for  one  person. "Then let's not waste any time."

The woman immediately grabbed his hand, leaving her fan behind as Alastor casually dropped his hat on her table before leading her to the dance floor. He was determined to savor this moment to the fullest, knowing that after all the hard work he had put in, he  deserved  this.

Easily steering through the sea of bodies, Alastor spun the woman around with her laughter filling his ears and almost drowning the music. Oh, she was good, really good. He thought as he felt his heart quickening with each step.

His fingers found the curve of her body, digging in and pulling her slightly towards him as if he were afraid that she was nothing but a sweet, craving illusion. Her eyes mirrored danger, her lips spewed venomous joyful giggles and her feet swept him off. 

This simple pleasure began to melt away the stress of his days, and, although he knew his time here was limited, he allowed himself to let go, content to just have some well-deserved fun with an exquisite temporary companion.

After the dance, Alastor and the woman made their way back to her table, their breaths slightly accelerated. He rolled his sleeves and wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand with his grin still lingering on his lips as he contemplated this unforgettable moment. 

"You've got some sharp feet, Mr." The woman remarked, huffing playfully, opening her fan with a slight twist of her wrist and wafting it across her face. “I’m so glad I took the offer.” 

Alastor loosened his bowtie with a semicircular motion, scanning the room with a smirk and an exhale. The only thing missing was another drink. “Well, I aim to please.”

"You're the third-best hoofer I've had the pleasure of dancing with." She confessed, resting her face against her hand. “I wonder what else you can do.”

"Oh, hah, hah, I'm glad to be in the top three at least." Alastor laughed proudly, leaning back in his chair. "And allow me to tell you that you're a fantastic dancer yourself, sweetheart." He added, turning his head to face her.

The woman leaned in, her lips curving into a sultry smile as she leaned in and allowed her hazel eyes to gleam with mischief. "Well, Mr." She fixed her gaze on Alastor's lips, letting them leisurely travel from them to his damp collarbone. "How would you like to move up in the ranks?"

Alastor's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "I'm sorry?" 

"I believe there's room for improvement, don't you?" She teased with a giggle, winking at him. "To make this night a little more interesting and more  unforgettable ?  Would you like that ?"

"Ah, I see what you're getting at." Alastor replied with a chuckle, leaning in closer. "I'm  always  up for a challenge."

"Oh!" She straightened up, covering her mouth with her fan, giggling. "I must say, you certainly know how to make things interesting. You’re really good with words.” She leaned in again, her fan now closed and held between her fingers. “And moving that body with such vigorous zeal.” Her gaze locked onto his with an irresistible, alluring intensity.

“I have more tricks up my sleeve than those, darling.” Alastor teased, his voice carrying a playful teasing promise. 

The woman licked her lips and her eyes momentarily wandered to a passerby, before returning to him with a blink and a challenging chuckle. “I’m sure I'll learn them all.” She purred, biting the tip of her tongue. “Shall we?”

Alastor's grin widened, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'd love to, but not with you, darling." 

The woman's cheeks grew hotter with embarrassment, her laughter fading into a surprised gasp. "W-What? But-!"

“Careful, toots.” Mimzy chimed in, her hips swaying as she circled the table, her fingers lightly brushing against Alastor's shoulder. “Better keep ya heart chained up, 'cause this dazzling dapper right here is already taken.” She pointed with her thumb while winking. 

"Oh!" The woman straightened up and glanced between Alastor and Mimzy, trying not to grimace out of discomfort. "Is-Is that so?" 

"Indeed, I am." Alastor's smile widened, his thumb absently rolling over his wedding ring while recalling how your fingers begrudgingly and hesitantly slipped it to his.

Mimzy chortled, her gaze lingering on Alastor for a moment longer before turning back to the woman. "Yep, this fella's got himself a lovely babe waiting at home. Riiiight up in the fancy area. Right, doll?"

"Lucky her." She shifted in her seat, clearing her throat.

"Actually, lucky me." Alastor corrected, checking his hand, loving how the golden ring contrasted against his skin and feeling the woman’s eyes staring at it.

“Speaking of which." Mimzy turned to Alastor, one hand on her hip while the other rested behind his chair. "When will you bring ya filly and introduce her to us? Or is she too sophisticated to even step out of her posh area?”

Alastor laughed heartily, shaking his head, and watching Mimzy sit beside them. “You’d be surprised to know that my darling wife is, in fact, quite the opposite.” Alastor leaned back, resting one elbow on the chair back, and the other on the table while crossing his legs. "She's not one to shy away from a good time."

Mimzy tilted her head. “So why haven't you brought her here then?” She teased, intertwining her fingers and resting her chin on top of them. “Is she perhaps jealous of you hanging around beautiful women all the time?”

Alastor glanced around, his gaze carefully sweeping the crowd. “No.” He replied with a soft chuckle. “She's a sweetheart, and fully trusts me.”

The singer began laughing, playfully nudging her elbow into the woman beside her, who frowned and rubbed her right side."HAH, you should have seen this cute doll face moping and drowning his sorrows like an old sea dog." Mimzy pouted and slowly shook her head. “All because he was  falling  in love.” 

“Love is a funny thing.” The woman replied, tapping her fingers uncomfortably on the table. “It's beautiful and strange.”

“Sure thing it is.” Mimzy placed a hand over her heart, puckering her lips at him.” Everyone knows Mr. Tall, dark and handsome heartbreaker could  never  go down that path. Hah, not even he believed it. What a wreck.” Mimzy looked at Alastor and narrowed her eyes with a shit-eating grin. “He didn't even look like our beloved Alastor.”

Alastor slightly shifted in his chair, keeping his gaze on the crowd while ignoring the obnoxious woman beside him and absentmindedly clenching and unclenching his fingers. It was true, he had been a wreck when he came here to drown himself in pity alcohol after coming to terms that his heart had been pierced by Cupid's dark arrow.

“Mmm.” Mimzy pouted for a second before a sly smirk began to grow on her red lips. 

Alastor raised an eyebrow at her. “Mmm? What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.” The blond woman shrugged nonchalantly. “It's just that you've always spoken so highly of her even before marrying her, that I thought, as one of your closest friends, I would have the honor of meeting her.” She shot him a pointed look. “Thanks for the wedding invitation, by the way. I loved singing to those affluent folks.”

“Oh, darling.” Alastor laughed loudly, causing Mimzy's smirk to instantly drop. “I couldn't have you ruin the most important day of my life.”

“Hey.” She pointed a finger at him, narrowing her eyes. “Watch it.”

Alastor's laughter gradually turned into chuckles, his hand moving to wipe away a non-existent tear from the corner of his left eye. “Imagine, you, a mere guest, stealing the spotlight from my lovely wife.” He watched her through lidded eyes. "Not that you could even compete, but still, what kind of man would I be if I had allowed it to happen?"

"Okay, now you're being a jerk, Alastor." Mimzy took in a breath, adjusting her hair with a light tap. "Anyway, this is my apprentice, Clarice." She gestured to the woman beside her with a flick of her wrist, glaring at him sideways. "Clarice, this is Alastor."

“Pleasure.” Clarice replied with an embarrassed smile, receiving only a short, polite nod in return.

“Apprentice?” Alastor inquired with a chuckle, though there was a hint of mockery in his tone.

“Well, yeah.” Mimzy stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. “A gal like me needs a break once in a while. Not that she will ever measure up to me.” She gestured to the woman to stand up.

“She has been here to watch and learn, and I think she doesn’t need any more distractions.” Mimzy remarked, turning to look at Alastor and purposefully leaning forward, displaying her cleavage. She was well aware that he had a particular distaste for such displays. “ However charming and deceitful they may be .”

"Please." He raised his hands, showing that he wasn't the slightest bit bothered. "I don't want the lovely dame to be distracted/entertained by my magnificent company.”

"Tsk. You frankly are a mess." Mimzy stated, walking away and pulling Clarice along. "Why don't you go and have some fun?” The woman gestured with her hand, wiggling her fingers.” Hell knows you really need it."

"Oh-B-Bye Mr." Clarice smiled, waving nervously at him as Mimzy pushed the woman away. 

"Good luck." Alastor replied with a laugh, watching them walk towards the edge of the stage, watching Clarice leaning down, presumably sharing her feelings of embarrassment about the whole ordeal.

Walking back to the bar, Alastor ordered another glass of whiskey and sank into his chair. His gaze wandered to the meticulously arranged bottles of alcohol lining the shelves behind the bartender, their labels gleaming and lustily inviting him to pick them. As fellow patrons moved about, their distorted reflections caught Alastor's shrewd eyes.

It was too early to merge with the night, so he lowered his head and began tracing the gentle ripples in his whiskey as he tapped the glass absentmindedly. The reflection that stared back at him brought memories of a once miserable man who was consumed by misery, hopelessly trying to understand how he had gotten himself hooked with emotions for a woman like you.

Initially, Alastor had dismissed these feelings with laughter and mockery, directed both at himself and at you. He resented how you had infiltrated and toppled his thoughts, disrupting his nights and leaving him feeling powerless with the inability to dispatch such foreign feelings in him.  

Yet, deep down, he knew it was futile to attempt to suppress the truth and come to terms with it. But as he realized he was not making sense of himself, Alastor could only accept that eventually, everything could be alright.

It had been a pleasant diversion, but after a few drinks, some idle conversations, and a fine performance by Clarice, Alastor felt the restless craves stirring within him, acknowledging that he had indulged in enough distractions for one evening.

Stepping out into the night, the smoke from his cigarette curled lazily into the darkness and dissipated in the warm summer air. It had been weeks since his last, rushed enjoyment, and tonight he felt like a kid in a candy store.

He has always prided himself on his ability to deal with challenging people and difficult situations. However, lately, it's all been too much to handle. Vox's mere presence only served to remind him of the satisfaction he finds in having his hands tightly wrapped around someone's neck. 

And to further exacerbate his mood, on a particular day, when he went to pay his mother a quick visit, he caught sight of the busboy, Arthur. It was not only rare for them to cross paths, but in that instance, the man had purposely avoided making eye contact. 

Alastor couldn't help but notice the bruises on the man's face, which stirred a slight irritation within him. Why? Because his thoughts quickly went to you, wondering how you'd react if you were to discover that your senseless crush had been hurt.

He had doubted, and his assumption was correct when you displayed a different reaction the morning after the intimate night you both had. While he was sure you'd react with more care and panic over the busboy's bruises, your response to his own was notably different. It had been more demanding, even tinged with fear. 

Alastor avoids thinking about it, but, on that morning, he had shut you down while internally struggling with conflicted thoughts. It was…enjoyable, different so to speak, but what kept him feeling disgusted with himself was the fact that he couldn't believe he had used you. Your fear at the moment had been justified, yet Alastor found himself unable to find a balance between his jealousy, wariness, and temporary self-loathing.   

As he narrowed his eyes, he took in a long drag from his cigarette, filling his lungs with the acrid smoke. He was momentarily lost in thought with images of you tearing through his mind like an incurable disease, rendering his brain mushy with your dirty claws. 

You were a beautiful creature, always wrapped up in your own conundrums, owner of an unmatching lively spirit. And Alastor found himself yearning for the one you had been before the marriage, the one that would chew his racing heart and test his patience. Not someone who was still bordering on detachment was more obedient and barely smiled.

With a flick of his index and thumb, Alastor tossed his cigarette into the gutter and puffed out the smoke before adjusting his cap, shoving his hands into his pockets, and leaving the bar. His eyes darted from one passerby to the next, assessing them carefully as he walked into the darkness, prowling through the shadows, vehemently pushing his thoughts away while refocusing on his objective.

His senses which he had honed over years, were keenly attuned to every sound and movement. Each of his chosen ones was carefully selected and executed to serve their greatest purpose. To serve him.

Finally spotting the source of his endless, week fixation, Alastor's pulse began quickening, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He could taste the fear and savor the terror as it consumed his mind entirely. His fingers twitched, and his pupils dilated as he held his breath, capturing the faintest scent of her perfume.

Beneath his self-control, lurked a darkness that even he couldn't fully comprehend. And, deep within the corners of his mind, a familiar, soft, sweet voice filled his head with doubt and self-hatred, reminding him of the monster he truly was, feeding his unhinged depravity.

To him, this was not an addiction, but an insatiable hunger that could never be satisfied, one that devoured his already fragile soul. It drove him to the brink of madness, fueling him with the belief that it would elevate him to the status of a king among monsters, demons, and sinners.

As the woman proceeded down the hallway ahead, Alastor swiftly changed direction to a grim, lifeless, dirty alley. Moving further down the end, he couldn't fathom why people intentionally chose paths closer to the gardens, especially with a serial killer on the loose, but he certainly wasn't complaining. It made his job easier but less exciting.

Pressing his back against the wall, Alastor melted with the trusted shadows and began counting the soft echoes of her heels, stepping on the dirty puddles. He narrowed his eyes, silently watching as she walked past him, her gaze seemingly locked on him, clutching something tightly in her hand.

As she disappeared into lush gardens, Alastor stepped out of the shadows, his gaze following her silhouette as it vanished among the trees and dimly lit lamps. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he retrieved his gloves from his back pocket, proceeding to put them on before resuming his stalking.

After his hunts, he leaves no evidence that would tie him to the disappearances and murders. When his victims meet their inevitable end, he provides them with a forgotten burial in the woods, deeply within the hunting deer grounds. It was a place that Alastor found it easier to dispose of and indulge in his unholy rituals. Of course, the ones he didn't make the slightest effort to hide were the ones who tainted Obsidian with the fear of a monster walking among them. 

And as time passed, these disappearances fell into oblivion, giving relief to those who hate them and sorrow to those who love them. To Alastor, these were nothing but useless vermin who are so tainted with sin that he finds it impossible to feel some sort of regret.

However, as the silver tongues began to spread the word of a serial killer being the reason for these crimes, Alastor felt both annoyed and relieved with the copycats around. For once they were sloppy, often targeting people who either had been wrongfully accused or those they simply disliked.

He had even managed to catch two of them after the act, both youngsters who proved to be no match for his expertise. They couldn't compare, he has been doing this for years, starting back in his teen years.

Exhilaration erupted throughout his body, Alastor’s hand shot out to cover her mouth, quickly pulling her close and swiftly seizing her wrist before she could stab him. He hushed with a chuckle, coaxing her to struggle violently against him as his iron grip dragged her into the darkness.

“Shh, shh. ”  Alastor whispered into her left ear, his lips brushing against her skin as he squeezed her throat tightly.  “ It’s alright . ”

With a forceful push, he bent her forward, causing her to collapse onto her knees with him following closely behind. "Not as easy as it seems now, is it?" He removed his hand from her throat and flipped her over.

The woman gasped sharply, ready to scream, but he forcefully pushed her to the floor, causing her head to collide with the ground. She whimpered as he swatted her hands aside and pressed the blade on her neck causing her body to jolt upward with tears streaming down her face, smudging the makeup around the eyes.

" P lease . "  She whimpered, convulsing in terror, plucking the grass at her sides with a shaky grip.  " Please, please, don't kill me ."

"Oh, my sweet angel." He bent down, enjoying how her eyes widened in realization. "You are begging just like they did."

"No." Her quivering voice came out in a weak squeak as he traced the blade over her face. "Ple-please."

"Hmm." Alastor sighed, feeling his heart picking up its beating. "Did they beg like you?" He slowly and gently inserted the tip of the knife in her mouth, listening to the blade clinking against her teeth. "Maybe I should cut out your tongue like you used to do.” He smiled. ” The only difference is that I am not sloppy ."

The woman shut her eyes, and shook uncontrollably under him, sinking her nails on his sides with all her might. He gently ran the blade across her lower teeth, feeling a burning desire to force her eyes on him. “How life takes cruel twists and turns.” Alastor intoned softly, removing the blade from her mouth.

“I-I had to.” She admitted in consecutive hiccups, twisting her brows as death stared right back into her blue eyes. “I had no ch-choice.”

Seconds passed, silence pervaded throughout the garden and its surroundings and the cicadas quietened down immediately with fear plaguing them. Alastor’s thumb lovingly stroked her tear-stained face, wiping the smudged eyeliner.

“I had to . ”

With a quick motion and sharp gasp from the woman, Alastor stood up, seized her by the hair, turned her head to the side, and swiftly slit her throat with the cleanest cut.

He slowly stepped back, watching as she desperately clutched her throat, gurgling loudly while clumsily trying to stand up. She wasn't worthy enough to be ritualized and buried, but he gave her credit for being such a lovely sight.

Astonishing how pretty little things could hide the cruelest, insidious intentions behind such a pleasant exterior. This one will not be missed, and certainly, her would-be victims will have to find a better caretaker.

Though Alastor wasn't completely satisfied, this was better than nothing. At least he succeeded in fulfilling his agenda and taking some satisfaction from this night. Now, he just has to keep balancing both his lifestyles to preserve his sanity.

With a chilling laugh, Alastor threw his head back, and tightened the grip on the knife, as the branches above him began to stretch upwards. Its haunting cracks sent delicious shivers down his spine, causing a stimulating wave of eagerness to run throughout his body.

More. 

More.

He needed more.

He needed the one he desired the most.

He needed to be complete.

Stepping into the house, Alastor smoothly removed his coat and hung it on the coat rack.  His footsteps echoed softly as he made his way to the center of the living room with his eyes fixed on the top of the stairs ahead. 

Despite the house being completely enveloped in darkness and in utter silence, Alastor could see perfectly. A skill he took great pride in. It had helped him countless times in dire situations, and he shuddered at the thought of losing it.

Taking a quick sniff, a familiar aroma caught his attention, making him realize that either you learned how to finally cook it, or his mother had paid an unexpected visit. If it was the latter, he could only brace himself for an inevitable lecture. One that he had scripted in his mind countless times, which involved a strong pull of his ears and a relentless rant. 

Walking into the kitchen, Alastor flicked on the light switch, and the sight of a squeaky cleaned area pleased his eyes. The scent of jambalaya intensified, and despite being full of alcohol, his stomach still growled in response to its enticing call. He couldn't help but smile at the glimpse of the covered plate on the counter, his mouth already watering. 

Stretching his fingers, he approached the counter and lifted the plate, only for his smile to freeze in place as he found nothing but a small note inside. 'Don't  forget to take the trash out .' 

"Oh dear." He chuckled to himself, staring at the neatly written note. "You always had such beautiful handwriting." Alastor folded the note and tucked it into his pocket.

Turning to the fridge, Alastor opened it and reached for the only pot inside, hoping to get a taste. To his delightful surprise, he found another note nestled within. 'No crumbs .'

He couldn't help but laugh, pondering if you were finally riled up, and returning to your old self. With an exhausted sigh, he slipped the note into the same pocket as the first, closed the fridge, turned off the light, and left the kitchen.

As Alastor climbed up the stairs and turned to the right, he began unbuttoning his shirt. With each button coming undone, flashes of his latest victim crossed his mind, splattering the walls around him with spurts of blood. It made his cravings return, wishing he could have done things differently, but surely, the sewers were a perfect place for such a despicable woman.

Behind him, it seemed the shadows grew with each step he took, forming a sinister silhouette with a pair of monstrous antlers and a sharp Cheshire smile. Yet the moment he came close to the master bedroom, the shadow instantly dissipated, giving no proof of its existence.

Pushing the door open, he could make out your shape under the covers, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Alastor sighed soundlessly, feeling the weight on his shoulders lift, and a profound sense of peace flooding him.

As he entered the bedroom, he gently closed the door, grateful for the rugs that muffled his footsteps. He kept his gaze on your sleeping form as he tossed his vest and shirt aside, loosening his tie with a sigh of relief as he approached your side of the bed.

His hands glided over the smooth surface of the mattress as he climbed onto the bed, kicking his shoes off. He wasn't in the mood for one of his little morning rants about shoes in the bed whenever you woke up first. It was annoying, empty, and persistent.

Encircling an arm around your body, Alastor buried his nose in your neck, humming softly as he deeply inhaled your sweet scent. You instinctively shrunk your shoulders, taking a deep breath, still lost in the intense sleep.

Typically, Alastor is the one to snuggle up to you, but ever since the cabin incident, and the increase in your nightmares, you often found comfort in being the one to hold him. This was a significant change for him, especially coming from someone who has an aversion to touch and had to usually initiate physical contact. Nevertheless, he found immense enjoyment when you clung to him, even if it was unintentional and only during sleep.

For you, he opens an exception. 

“Dearest.” He murmured against your skin, pulling the covers above you two, dragging you closer to his body. "What are you dreaming of, I wonder ?"

As Alastor held you close, he felt his body relax, and his mind empty as a sense of peace soothed him. He exhaled, pressing a soft kiss behind your ear, causing you to gently squirm in response. Ignoring your sleepy protest, Alastor tightened his embrace, snuggling up to you and trapping one of your legs between his.

This night may not have been like the ones he once enjoyed while single, but he wouldn't trade it for anything, knowing that he had you to return to. Alastor was a simple man, so this right here, was more than enough. More than he could ever ask/beg/desire for. 

Chapter Text

Hello everyone, I hope you're doing well. I just wanted to thank you all for your support, it has been one hell of a ride.

 I'd like to give you a heads up, I'm not in the right place at moment, so much so that I will be taking a break.

I need time to think, to love myself and find a common ground. 

Thank you so much, you have been amazing to me, and I will cherish it for ever.

Stay strong and good luck with everything🍀

Chapter Text

Right now, you are just living as if ‘living’ at this point had any kind of true meaning. You wake up because you have to, and right now the only thing that remains for you to do is to accept the life that have been given/planned out to you. 

There was no Arthur, no family who truly cared for you, no friends, only Alastor and what has been tailored out for you since your birth. 

Your time resumes in taking care of the household, the pets, the appointments your husband makes sure you go to, and nothing else while, at the same time, struggling with what was permanently carved into your life which slowly had become a norm. 

Within you, there is darkness, corrosion, hatred, and fear that you just bottled up and pushed further down and kept going. Smiling is something you occasionally do and it is more directed at Jasper's silliness, yet Alastor‘s keen eyes noted that those smiles are slowly turning non-existent.

You hate it.

You hate waking up, you hate to formulate thoughts, and you hate not being allowed to just explode and let the world know how much suffering you’re causing yourself because of selfish characters in your pre-made life. The characters who brought you into this world to serve their purposes, to shame you for being born a woman, to clip your wings and nail you down so you could take the foreseen role of a wife.  

Your aspirations have been nothing but meaningless dreams. The type of dreams that people around you would hype you up and encourage you to keep going forward and fight tooth and nail to achieve it. 

All that for nothing.

It was as if they only did it to keep you busy and prevent a fuss while they worked for their desires and objectives. Because theirs mattered, but yours….Why would something so worthless have the right to even be seen as something with value? Especially when it did not serve them in any kind of way. 

Your dreams were just as hollow as their happiness for you. So you have become a hollow servant who lives just for the sake of it.

A shuffle of paper shook you from your adaptive dissociation, causing your eyes to fall onto the man you called husband, sitting on the loveseat beside the couch you were on. You two had arrived an hour ago from your doctor’s appointment, and you were still a little bit shaken due to the fact many people were sent to do horrible ‘treatments’ if you can call it that.

However, the man had suggested none of those. Instead, he was quite talkative and encouraging, albeit a bit nervous, as Alastor remained seated in the farthest corner of the office. With only a faint smile and an annoying look on his face, he was partially obscured by the shadows cast by the blinds, covering his face and half his chest. It was as if he didn’t want to be there either.

You believe it's because he fears you will become suicidal and wants you ‘fixed’ so everything can go back to normal. You think this because, on the drive home, you had tackled it, suggesting that he could stay in the waiting room, but no. Alastor just offered you a soft smile while saying that he truly can’t stand people constantly annoying him and would rather be with his ‘darling wife’ than surrounded by strangers.

You had retorted by saying that was how you felt around him, only to receive a heartfelt laugh, a light pinch on the left cheek followed by a pat on the head. After that, you two drove silently home, where you dove head first to the laundry and him to his reading.

“Why did you have to put the notes in your back pocket?” You asked with an exasperated sigh after dusting off the remnants of the dried-up paper. “The paper got all wet and stuck to the fabric.” 

“Oh, I just  like to pretend they are small love notes from you, my delectable cherry.” There was a palpable glee in his tone, one that could easily be related to daydreaming.

“Don’t tell me you never got love notes or love letters, Alastor.” You gave a glance in his direction.” By all accounts I got from your mother as well from the bursting shoebox she showed me once, you flocked beautiful girls and men like bees to honey.”

“Hah, hah, hah. Indeed I did, darling.” Alastor’s chest rumbled with laughter which quickly died with a mixed sigh as he gave his newspaper a slight jerk and eyed you sideways. “I got too many from them but none from you .”

“I don’t write.”

“Funny, before we met and you were still single I used to pick up the newspaper and read these amusing little poems. “ He returned his eyes back to the paper in front of him, sticking his nose up and offering a short hum. ”I was sure you had written them.”

“I didn’t.”

“You look absolutely adorable when you lie, my love.” He folded the newspaper and leaned in your direction, prompting his elbow on the loveseat arm and resting his chin on his hand while crossing his legs. “Why do you insist on lying?”

You glared at him, a small pout resting on your lips as you continued to fold the laundry. “Why do you insist on annoying me?”

Alastor shrugged, his smile never faltering. “Because I’m bored and I love to rile you up .”

“You are unbelievable.” You scoffed.

“Why do you insist on lying?”

Taking a deep breath, you decided to focus on your task at hand, ignoring the man beside you who continued to smile and not move a single muscle. “Why do you insist on lying?”

…

“Why do you insist on lying?”

…

“Why do you insist on lying?”

…

“Why do you insist on lying?”

You scoffed once again, closing your eyes and gripping the hem of his dark brown pants while squaring up your shoulders.“ Fine , I used to write those stupid little things when I was very much single and a little younger.” You exhaled annoyingly, finally opening your eyes and seeing him with his eyebrows raised followed by a now lazy smile on his lips. “What? Don’t tell me you cut those off and kept ‘em in a book or something.”

Alastor chuckled, closing his eyes and shrugging nonchalantly. “I said they were amusing, not great. A little presumptuous to my taste, really.”

“Oh! You-!” You grumbled with a roll of your eyes as you proceeded to focus on the remaining laundry.

 “By the way, did my mother pay you a visit, darling?” Alastor asked with a slow blink, still not moving an inch. “Because I smelled the wonderful scent of jambalaya when I arrived home last night.”

“No.” You replied in a monotonous tone, biting the tip of your tongue. “But would you like to know who is still here?” You asked, giving a harsh shake of his pants before folding them and setting them aside.

“I’m sorry?” Alastor placed the newspaper on the coffee table, resting his right forearm on the loveseat’s arm while his free left fingers tapped against his knee in a relaxed rhythm.

You spared him a glance, finishing piling up the laundry and getting up. “The garbage that I asked you to take out yesterday.” 

“Oh!” He followed you with his eyes before getting up and stalking you to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, my dear. I must have forgotten, the fantabulous scent of the non-existent  food must have wiped my memory clean.” 

“The garbage attracts critters and raccoons, and because you left it in the house, Jasper got in it, made a mess, and needs a bath.”

“He’s a puppy, of course, he will eventually behave like a rascal.” Alastor shrunk his shoulders with a genuine smile tugging at his lips, making him appear younger. “He just needs punishment.”

Crossing your arms, you glared up at him as your eyebrows slowly furrowed.” Absolutely not . He needs a bath not punishment.”

“Love!” He cleared his throat, noticing your expression becoming more lively. “ A rolled-up newspaper on the tush won’t hurt. Just a little smack with a few words and he will learn.”

“Does the couch sound good to you? You know, for sleeping .” 

“What?” Alastor’s smile faltered and his eyebrow twitched as he watched your glare accentuate at how your fingernails dug into your exposed arms, causing small dents as you pressed them down onto your skin, leaving behind crescent moon shapes.

…

“You will take care of him.”

“Darling, you don’t expect me to bathe that furball.” He placed one hand on his hip and used the other to point at himself.” That is not my responsibility .”

“You can use the bathtub on this floor. “ You walked up to him, watching as an incredulous expression etched on his face and his arms fell on his sides.” His shampoo and towel are already there, make sure the water is warm, watch out for his ears, don’t let him lick himself, and don’t forget to rinse him, dry him nicely, and gently brush his fur.”

“Darling-!”

“The garbage was your responsibility.” You poked his chest. ”Yet you left it here and I had to clean everything and I have to throw it away myself.” You began to walk away, stopping at the door as your hand rested on the kitchen’s door frame. “Also don’t forget to clip his nails.”

“Hold up, dear, I don't think-!” Alastor’s mouth quickly went shut when you turned around, throwing him an exasperated look, causing him to instinctively pull out a defensive smile. 

“I have other things to attend to around the house.” You turned to leave only to stop and glance over your shoulder. “ See if you can fix the dining table’s left leg, it wobbled and almost spilled your mother’s drink when I went to serve her.”

“Wait, so she was here?”

“And Jasper is in the bathroom and probably scraping the door.” You looked up at the ceiling and squinted your eyes, trying to make out the sound of his little paws against the wood. “And you will probably have to paint the door since he will leave scratches.”

“But-!”

“Also I’m thinking about moving some things around our bedroom.“ You walked out but not before adding. “If I need you, I will call out for you.”

He watched you leave his mouth slightly hanging open. If there is one thing Alastor never liked is being bossed around.

“ This is straight-out ridiculous. ” He cursed under his breath, trying to hold Jasper down as the puppy continued to squirm and whine. “Hold still, you ...Oh, how hard is it to keep your slimy little furball from misbehaving? She has been spoiling you too much.” 

“ALASTOR!”

“ONE MOMENT, DEAR.” His right eyebrow twitched as he continued glaring at the small puppy with a strained smile. “You are such a spoiled shoe-eater-!!”

Bark.

“Don’t talk back to me!” Alastor warned, turning the puppy around and gently scrubbing his back and back paws. “ Should be in my office listening to the radio. I’m missing Ethan’s broadcast because I have to wash this spoiled mischief-maker .” He muttered, not noticing that his face was locked in a frown with his trademark smile long gone.

“Ahhh!” Alastor threw his head back and exhaled deeply, trying to ignore the tension that continued to grow on his knees. “Don’t move.” He looked down when Jasper squirmed between his hands followed by a whine and a bark.

“ALASTOR!”

“WHAT?”

…

…

“WHAT?”

Bark.

“Shut it.” He glanced down and then locked his eyes on the door. “WHAT, DARLING? WHAT?”

Bite.

“Ouch, ffffuc-! *hiss* You…” He instantly released the puppy and withdrew his hand away with a long low hiss. “ Ahh, that was unexpected. ” Inspecting his finger, he watched as blood started to come out from tiny little holes. “That was a low blow even for you, shoe-killer.”

“Alastor!!!” Popping up, you pressed one hand against the door and pointed at Jasper with the other as your eyes slowly widened and your brows raised. “He’s licking the shampoo.”

“Oh, I can tell.” He begrudgingly accepted the light glare to adorn his features. 

“Are you okay?” You rushed inside.

“Well he bit me but it’s just a light-!”

“Oh, baby.” You went to the bathtub, kneeling beside Alastor, making him stand up and look at you incredulously as he watched the furball lift his little paws and lick the air. “Are you okay? Did the bad smiling man scrub you too hard?” You threw him an annoyed look. “Did you scrub him hard, Alastor? He is sensitive, he’s still a puppy.”

“Are you being serious, dear?”

“I just finished sorting a few things out of the garage. Throw them away, please.” You proceeded to continue to wash and rinse Jasper, not paying Alastor any heed. 

“But-!”

“It’s for today , Alastor.” You lifted an eyebrow and looked at him. “There is a lot to do around the house and I intend to finish it all since you decided to stay home instead of going to work.”

Bark.

“Aww, you look so cute.” You smiled generously, picking Jasper up and enveloping him in his towel. “I love you too.”

With a heavy sigh, Alastor turned to the sink and rinsed his finger, ignoring his reflection. “Stay!” He watched as you placed the puppy on the countertop beside him, seeing him obediently still and staring at him with big eyes.

That little scamp.

Drying his hands, Alastor decided to keep his sleeves rolled up and not change his wet splattered shirt since apparently there were a lot of things to do around. He wonders what more you have stored up for him, he can tell he’ll go to bed way past his bedtime. 

Feeling a gentle tug on his sleeve, Alastor paused and turned around. His gaze followed as you placed the first aid kit on the countertop and took out the bottle of iodine tincture and a tin box of band-aids. “Show me.” You demanded, not meeting his eyes.

Alastor complied, extending his hand toward you. You inspected the small wound before placing his hand over the sink. “You're going to be a big boy and behave, right?”

“Yes , ma’am.” He smiled, his eyes lazily blinking as they stayed fixed on your face, glistened with sweat. “You should wear a hat when going outside.”

Ignoring his comment, you unscrewed the cap of the iodine tincture bottle and poured a few drops onto the wound.

“AHH!”

“Oh, Lord.” You recoiled, clutching the bottle and cap tightly. “That was uncalled for, Alastor.” You frowned, watching him laugh.

“Big boys cry too.” He shrugged his shoulders, his laughs slowly dying down.

“Do that again, and I’ll bite your finger off.” You warned with mock seriousness.

“Lighten up, my dear.” Alastor replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “ I was just jesting.”

He watched as you carefully placed a band-aid on his finger, his gaze slowly tracing a path from your hand to your exposed arm, and finally to your face. “I’m such a lucky husband.” He continued with a light smile. ”My dear wife is so kind and attentive.”

“And my husband is such a hard-working man who is going to take care of the garage.” You quipped, squinting your eyes with a very faint daring smirk as you grabbed the first aid kit and moved toward the cabinet behind him.

Alastor continued to smile, his eyes half-closed in contentment, as he followed you with his gaze. However, when he turned around, he slightly jolted, startled to find Jasper silently watching him with a light almost mocking tilt of his head. “What are you looking at?” Alastor asked, his tone caught between embarrassment and light irritation.

Jasper gave him a silent bark, his paws flailing forward in a dramatic gesture of playfulness. “Hah, nice try. But I won’t fall for that.”

“You need to spend more time with him, Alastor.” You moved to the puppy and began gently drying his fur. “Bonding.”

“Hard pass.” He rolled his eyes, lifting his right brow and resting his right hand on the countertop while slightly leaning on it. 

“He is well-behaved and a certified good boy.” You said the last part with a baby voice.

“Certified demon with an exclusive fancy taste for my shoes, that's what he is.”

“Says the one who wanted to smack him with the newspaper.” You threw him an annoyed look, before extending your palm to Jasper. “Paw!” 

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Alastor removed himself from beside you, crossing his arms as he watched the so-called ‘well-behaved’ puppy offer his paw without any complaints, ready to get his nails clipped.

“See? He’s a good, goodie boy.”

“I treated him nicely, and he made a huge fuss when I put him in the tub. I almost slipped.”

“Yes, Alastor, I know.”

“He whined, squirmed, barked back and bit me.” He gestured with his hand. “The hand that feeds him, the same one that had selectively picked him.”

“I’ll scold him later, but for now.” You finished clipping his nails, grabbed the brush, and began working on his fur. “Garage and the dining table, if you please. After you’re done, I’ll prepare you some snacks.”

“Darling-!”

“Alastor!” You turned around, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. “The less you complain, the faster things will get done.”

…

“You should have gone to work if you didn’t want to help me do chores around the house.”

“I thought we could spend some quality time together.” His voice came out in an exasperated suggestion albeit his face betrayed none of it. “Just you and me, together .”

“And this is quality time. Every household in a marriage is like this.” You picked up Jasper. “And I must remind you that we’re doing this together. Equally together, If I may add.”

…

“Now, garage and dinner table.” You brushed past him. “ Meanwhile, I will be in our bedroom.”

“I have my shoes hidden in that little cupboard on the side of your wall. Don't touch it.” He lifted his hand and followed you with hurried steps out of the bathroom, watching as you climbed halfway up the stairs with Jasper nestled in your arms. “Don’t let him know I put them there.” He called out.

Garage.

Garage??

You had practically CLEARED OUT the entire place by yourself, moving heavy items including his precious jazz records and equipment, along with a few things he had brought from his old home. Your gardening tools and supplies were also neatly arranged, including the few cabinets you once bought because you didn’t like the ones that came with the house. Alastor only hoped you’d not ask him to change it now, especially in this summer heat.

“That’s not to be thrown away.” You popped out of the second-floor window, the curtain fluttering erratically at your side as you pointed in front of him. “Those boxes over there are for the trash. I need you to tidy up everything properly.”

“Why did you clear all this then?” Alastor shielded his eyes from the glaring summer sun with one hand while resting the other on his hip.

“I had to sweep, mop the floor, and clear away the cobwebs.” You popped back inside, then reappeared with a summer hat in hand. “Here, use this. It’s better than the ones you use and will cover you more.”

“I—” But you were already inside, yanking the curtain back as you slightly closed the window to keep out the heat. Alastor stared at the window for a moment before picking up your summer straw hat with its little cream-colored bow and ribbon.

Exhaling loudly, Alastor felt the heat bearing down on his skin and annoyance creeping in as he surveyed the items you had removed from the garage. He glanced at the boxes, knowing he would need to open them and sort through a few things himself, all the while silently hoping you wouldn’t catch him red-handed. 

You were very adamant about deciding what to keep and what to discard, and Alastor wasn’t in the mood to become fatigued so soon, especially when there was likely more to come. He’s pretty sure he will have a very weary morning at work. Perhaps he could do a segment about husbands and wives helping each other around the house, specifically appealing to the poor husband’s side.

Hmm, maybe not. It would probably land him in trouble.

After finishing the garage, Alastor entered the house and felt instant relief the moment the coolness walloped him. He sighed deeply, removing the hat that had left his hair all tousled and sticky, tossing it onto the couch as he made his way to his intended target. 

Without wasting any time, he walked into the living room and began inspecting the table. He knelt, ignoring the way his shirt clung to his torso with sweat and the beads of perspiration that glistened on his forearms and forehead. A nice cool bath is going to be a satisfying reward after.

His brown eyes took in the pristine state you had left everything after your maniac cleaning spree. He sighed inwardly, knowing full well that if he were caught making a mess, it would be an entirely different story, however, Jasper the traitor, the shoe-killer, would undoubtedly feel your wrath through a kiss on his furry head and perhaps some definitely not -so-harsh-words, while he would be presented with a long list detailing the mess he'd made and the lack of appreciation for your efforts.

Clicking his tongue in mild annoyance, Alastor made his way to the basement. To his surprise, he found it already cleaned and organized, with nothing out of place. It seemed you had no intention of moving things around down there, which relieved him of one big concern.

Gathering the toolbox, Alastor returned to the living room and began attending the table.  He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork, something he was quite proud of regarding his background of helping his father and mother around the house. He is sure you’d be able to find a solution yourself, even if you had grown up surrounded by luxury.

Nevertheless, Alastor thought it might be a good idea to encourage you to be a bit more independent. Not that you’d need it with him around, he was always happy to lend a hand, but he genuinely wants you to become more self-sufficient.

Extra kudos if he gets to relax without having you nagging him and demanding him do things around the house when you’re more than capable of doing it yourself.

“Finally .” He murmured, standing up, and inspecting the other legs, concluding they all seemed perfectly fine. Better not go poking around, otherwise, you’ll be getting ideas and he will find himself reassembling the cabinets that he had meticulously hidden away in the garage.

“ALASTOR!”

…

…

“ALASTOR!”

He massaged his neck, picking up the toolbox and following your voice. “AL-!”

“Yes, my love?”

“Oh, great there you are. A or B?” You asked, perched on a stool, shifting the curtains between your hands and putting them on the window. ”B or A?”

Alastor's gaze shifted from your feet to your eyes as he placed the toolbox on the kitchen island. “How about get down before you hurt yourself, darling?” 

“Take that thing off from there, I already cleaned-!”

Before you could finish, Alastor scooped you up, nudging the stool with his left foot while setting you down rather gently. His arm snaked out from your middle back as he reached for a glass of very much-deserved water. 

“I've taken care of the table. “ He said, pausing to take a sip before continuing. “It won’t give you any trouble.”

“Did you see the others too?” You asked, grabbing the stool and placing it back where it belonged. 

“Mhm!” He continued drinking while gazing out the window above the kitchen sink, mentally noting to hire the gardener before you started complaining about the pristinely cut grass.

“Which curtain do you like the most? A or B?” You gave him a questioning look, holding the options beside each side of your face.

Pouring himself more water, Alastor leaned back against the counter, raising the glass to his lips. He watched you through it, then set the glass down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “The beige.”

“Really?” You examined the curtain, holding it for a better view. “And if I bring out the beige embroidered with spoons and forks? Or perhaps the beige hollow crochet one. Which one do you think will look better? I’m aiming to continue using light colors because it's summer.”

“I like the embroidered one." He nodded." It’s a little thicker and doesn’t show much of the kitchen to the onlookers.”

“We have a huge yard with a palisade fence, people can't see anything from that distance.”

“You’d be surprised with those who use binoculars, my flower.” He finished his water and moved to the sink. “Now, about that snack.”

“Take that thing back to the basement, and come sit down. I’ll prepare you something right away.” You took the curtains away and returned with the new ones, only for Alastor to take them from your hands. 

“I’ll put these up before you hurt yourself.” He smirked as you glanced at the sink. “I don’t think so, darling. I don’t want you to pull my ear because I forgot to wash it.”

“Hmm.” You lifted an eyebrow, using your thumb to point at the toolbox that was still on the island.

“I’m sure I’ll need it.” He replied, starting to remove the old curtains. “I suspect you have more planned for me.”

“I'm still in the process of changing the room.”

“Changing?” He asked, slightly narrowing his eyes as he felt sweat pooling at his brows. ”Are you moving us to another room?” His voice hinted at a deep disapproval. “Our room is the master bedroom. It is spacious and I like it. I’m not leaving it and neither are you.”

“I’m not changing us from that room.” You huffed, closing the fridge and walking toward the stove.” I meant to say I’m simply rearranging it.” 

…

“I'm also thinking of converting one of the guest rooms and turning it into a bedroom for Jasper. It will also serve as a sewing room for myself.”

“As long as that scamp stops sleeping in our bedroom. I couldn’t care less.”

“Alastor!”

“Don’t 'Alastor', me.” He adjusted the curtain, pulling it open to take in the peaceful and breathtaking view.

It reminded him of his childhood when he’d look out from his old home kitchen window and imagine the run-down, overgrown backyard as something clean and beautiful. Those moments were the ones when he viewed the world through rose-colored glasses. It had brought him so much joy. He had been so innocent and imaginative back then.

He likes nostalgia.

“I told you I don’t like it when he sleeps in our bedroom.” He turned on the sink and washed his hands, taking the cloth from your shoulder to dry them.

“He doesn’t pee on the mattress or any other place around the bedroom.” You reminded him, hearing him walking behind you to the fridge.

“Of course not. He just goes prowling around on the lookout for my shoes while bluntly ignoring yours. I must inform you I found one of my bowties under the nightstand in which, surprisingly untouched with only mild teeth dents.”

“He has his own bed.” You ignored the last part.

“Of course he does, yet he ends up crying incessantly to be placed on our bed. “Alastor put the bacon and eggs beside you and then moved onto setting the plates down, glasses, and a pitcher of fresh orange juice for you. He then proceeded to prepare himself some coffee. ” I have to wake up early in the morning to work, sweetheart.”

…

“Oh, let's not forget when I rolled over and found him on your pillow, waking me up with a bite on my nose.”

“I didn’t hear you complain.” You looked over your shoulder, suppressing a smile as he dangerously narrowed his eyes at you, his smile becoming more strained and tense.

“That’s because.” He said between gritted teeth. ” I was being considerate and didn’t want to wake you up. Despite my strong urge to do so, especially since I’ve told you not to let him in our bed.”

“Did your nose get hurt like your finger did?” You turned off the stove and grabbed the skillet, preparing to serve the bacon and eggs on his plate.

It was afternoon, and despite this being mostly breakfast food, neither of you had the time or patience to cook anything else. There was too much to do.

“I’m dark-skinned, my love, the wounds were very superficial and barely noticeable, yet it hurt a lot.” 

“When did it happen?” You picked up the thinly sliced buttered toast you had prepared, nodding in thanks as he poured you a glass of juice.

“A few days ago.” He watched as you pulled out a stool and took a seat in front of him at the kitchen island.

“Hmm.”

“Start teaching him to get used to not sleeping in there.” He said, waiting for you to take the first bite so he could follow. “I can’t even relax with him around, always waiting for a chance to indulge in shameless mischievousness.”

“I read in the newspaper that a nice lady is offering, for a considerable fee, dog etiquette training lessons.” You took a sip of your orange juice. 

“That’s perfect.” Alastor replied, not sparing you a glance while focusing on his meal. “Anything else?”

You looked up and tugged your lips downwards once. “Hmm, no. Nothing worthy of notice.” You lowered your gaze and munched on your food silently.

Alastor’s eyes fell on you, silently studying each of your features. He noticed how your eyebrows were perfectly shaped, a personal choice that defied the strong current trends. Even from where he stood, your skin appeared smooth and flawless, and your hair once kept in a well-trimmed bob, now showed signs of lengthening, its silky texture conspicuous to his keen eyesight.

As he watched you, his thoughts drifted back to the newspaper and the murder he committed last night. Why would they report on the murder or disappearance of someone deemed worthless? They only did it when some curious journalists were looking for a career boost or when people cried out loud for a mostly temporary solution. He mused over how life always seemed to return to normal no matter the tragedy.

The locals might raise their fists and protest, but the uproar would die down as quickly as it had ignited. Even the victims' families would eventually move on, often out of fear of becoming targets themselves. The only ones that were remembered were those the copycats harvested due to their personal vendetta against their chosen victims.

If you think Alastor only targeted the lower undesirable areas of Obsidian, you’re deadly wrong. Even in the upper area, he’d hunt indiscriminately, and sometimes those with money would fall quicker into forgetfulness due to the silent powershift around the ‘blue blood’.

To resume, as long as people fit his standards, Alastor is more than happy to have them. 

“Did you hear me?” You snapped your fingers in front of Alastor, pulling him out of his dark thoughts. He blinked, refocusing on you as your voice brought him back to the present.

“I’m sorry, my dear. Did you say something?”

“Yes, yes, I did.” You picked up the now empty plates and gently removed the fork from between his fingers. “I need help in the bedroom.”

“Already?” He followed you with his eyes, keeping his head still. 

“It’s the last place that needs attention at the moment.” You looked over your shoulder, the light that seeped through the window cast a glow on you, turning you almost angelic if it wasn't from the contrastive hollowness hidden behind your pretty eyes. ” Everything else, I’ll handle tomorrow, alone.”

“The other rooms?” He inquired, pushing his thoughts away and resting his right forearm on the kitchen island, and the other on his bouncing knee, observing you going around your business. 

“There's no need to change anything there. However, your office...”

“No, no, no.” Alastor got up and lifted his hands, shaking them. “Leave my office alone. I confess I'm not very fond of change, my love. I like it the way it is.”

“Why not? It’s just moving some things around, maybe painting the walls, adding new decor, or putting up some niche wallpaper.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“My office is my sanctuary, it is off-limits. You can come and go as you please, but do not change anything in it.” He pointed an accusatory finger at you. “I saw what you selected to be thrown away, my dear, and I must say it left me very much displeased.”

“I truly hope you haven’t brought any of that clutter back to the garage. The car barely fits there—”

“It does now because I organized everything as you wanted and brought back a few things that were definitely not garbage.”

“I will check it later.”

“Leave it be.” He came up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, hurriedly guiding you out of the kitchen. “Now, let’s see what conundrums you've been up to.”

“What have you done?” Alastor stood shockingly at the door, palms up, his eyes sweeping over the disarrayed room. “ Why ?”

“I just need to change it. I read in a magazine that it helps channel positive energy.”

“ I radiate positive energy, darling.” Alastor stepped over the chest that had once been at the foot of the bed, nearly tripping on Jasper’s toy. “Why?”

“I think the bed looks nice against this wall.”

“Well, I prefer the bed between the two windows. If it stays here, the morning light bathes us, and I don’t like waking up before my alarm, and seeing the tree branches.”

“We have curtains.”

“That means nothing. No, no, no.” He began moving the vanity to its original place. “The bed is going back to where it belongs. Better .” He placed both hands on his narrow hips, surveying the room before settling his eyes on you. “Put everything back where it was.”

“No. You barely spend time here, anyway.” You protested, furrowing your brows and crossing your arms. “I'm the one who spends more time in this room.”

“And the little time I do spend here, I enjoy it immensely.” He single-handedly, and at a faster pace than you had taken to move everything around, Alastor put, according to himself, the room back to its rightful place. “My office and this bedroom will remain the same. You can pick a new wallpaper if you please, you can change the bedspread and the curtains as well, but you can't rearrange this room.”

“Well, you just ruined my day, Alastor.” You scoffed with a heavy sigh, taking a seat on his side of the bed, resting your face in your hands.

You heard him moving around the bedroom, removing the curtains from the two windows that framed the bed. The room quickly brightened as sunlight brazenly streamed in, kissing your form and warming your skin under the fabric of your dress.

He rolled both curtains in his hands and tossed them onto his favorite chair that stood in the corner. A chair he had stolen as a kid, simply because a certain blue-eyed, out-of-place rich, ugly bastard had dared him to. He had been such a foolish brat back then, but his momma barely acknowledged that side of him, always insisting he was 'perfect'.

You refused to look at him, even as he stepped in front of you. His dark brown pants, stained with dirt from working around the house, came into view. “My beautiful butterfly.” He called, his voice laced with amusement. You could sense the smile that undoubtedly adorned his lips. “I’m sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to upset you.” When he knelt, your eyes met his brown, sunlit honey-colored ones with a blink. “How about I make it up to you? I’ve been thinking… rather a lot.”

You raised an eyebrow, remaining unmoved, a small pout lingering on your lips. “Thinking about what?”

Alastor chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to take you to a very special place of mine.” He said, leaning slightly closer and gently removing your hand away from your face, holding it between his large ones. “How about we go there tonight? It’s a bit of a drive, but I promise it will be worth it.”

You looked at him, straightening up and letting the other hand rest on your thigh as Alastor held onto the other he had taken. Slightly tilting your head, you suspiciously narrowed your eyes, and despite your lingering annoyance, you asked. “What kind of place?”

“It’s a surprise.” He replied a mischievous glint in his eyes despite the chirpiness in his voice. “But first, I want to finish this.” He used his wrist and rolled it in a circular motion. ”Mess you got us into. Then, later, after a nice light dinner, you’ll take a bath and get dressed. Something you feel beautiful in.”

“I-!”

“Oh, who am I kidding? You look beautiful in anything you choose. “He said dramatically, glancing to the side, and placing the hand he was holding against his chest, slightly shaking his tilted head with his eyes closed. When he reopened them, he smiled at you. “Even in rags, I bet you’d be breathtaking.”

You hesitated, trying to withdraw your hand, but he kept it firmly in place, squeezing it. “What do you say, my porcelain doll, butterfly of my heart, my one and only radiant gem, my dazzling star, my cherished love?”

"Alastor." You reprimanded him.

"Yeeeesss?" He smiled as he leaned closer.

"I don't-!"

“How can you resist such a grand adventure with the man who adores you beyond words and would do anything to see you smile?”

If you were one of his fans, his undeniable charm would have worked effortlessly. 

"It's a place a lady like yourself has likely never seen. Don't worry, you'll be as safe as God Himself is watching over you."

"That's an odd thing to say, Alastor." You frowned. “And don’t use His name in vain.”

“Apologies, darling.” He chuckled, standing up and pulling you along. “But truth be told, it’s not so odd, my love. It's just a little... unique. “ He looked at your hand, gently extending his gentle caresses from it to your wrist, before looking at you. ”A place not often frequented by people around here. And trust me, it'll be an experience you won't forget."

”Alright.” You nodded, still a bit hesitant.“But this better be good.”

“Oh, it will be.” Alastor assured you, squeezing your hand one last time before letting go.“Let's finish this channeling energy business you started, then. “ He turned away from you.” I intend to arrive early.”

“And Jasper?” You asked, following him around the bedroom.

“My mother can take care of him for the night.” He said, picking up the pup's toy and dusting it off before throwing it onto his nightstand.”Make sure to prepare his bag.”

“No need. Your mother bought things for him.” You grabbed the small bed and tossed it to the door, intending to wash it.

“Really?” Alastor paused and looked at you in surprise. “He has his own things at my mother’s house ?”

“Mhm." You nodded with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "He even sleeps in her bed, and has his own bedroom too.”

“Oh, now this is just too much, my dear.” Alastor shook his head, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I'm losing the war against a stubborn furball who has no liking for rules.” He sighed softly, picking up your shoes and inspecting them before placing them neatly by the door. “You're taking him to that woman who teaches etiquette. I don't care about the price.”

“I was thinking you should go.” You said, grabbing the curtains Alastor had tossed onto the chair. “He only has beef with you. With everyone else, he's very polite, even struck up friendships with both the mailman and the milkman.”

Alastor laughed, a very rich and genuine laugh.  "Of course he has. Charming everyone but the one paying for his food and medical bills." He teased with a shake of his head. "I will consider it because you are more important than my shoes." 

“Really?”

“I said I’ll consider it, not that I’m going to do it.”

…

"I believe he didn't like it when I took him to the vet for a quick check-up." Alastor said, grabbing the curtains you thrust into his hands and tossing them toward the door. 

"When was that?" You asked, picking out a new pair of fresh sheets, a summer bedspread, and matching pillowcases. 

“When you went out one morning.” He replied, moving onto his side, and helping you make the bed. 

Oh right.

"I might have left him there longer than I should have, but it wasn't too long."

"He probably just felt abandoned. Dogs can be quite sensitive about that sort of thing."

“Well, yes.” He shoved the pillows inside their cases. “It was unintentional, but he still insists on holding a grudge against me.”

…

“And you also spoil him too much, darling.” Alastor added, not letting this one slide.

You turned and tossed him the new curtains. “You’d be surprised to know your mother spoils him more.” 

“Great, just great.” He rolled his eyes. "Where is he?"

"He's been here all this time, staring quite intently at your shoe cupboard."

"Why would you let him?" Alastor gripped the curtain in his hands, noticing Jasper giving him a haughty side glance. "Don't you dare!"

"He can't open it, Alastor." You pursed your lips, trying to suppress a smile as you saw him tossing the curtain away.

"Stop it. As much as I adore when you smile, that one is quite unappreciative." He picked up Jasper and stared at him. "I bet you can open things, can't you?"

Bark.

"Well too bad. I know you have quite a collection of my shoes spread around your favorite spots. Oh, oh, oh, don't think I don't know, because I do .  I saw them all mangled with those devilish needle teeth marks." He leaned in.

Lick.

Alastor moved him away but still kept him close. "Nice try." He narrowed his eyes and asked in an accusatory tone. "The more expensive the better the taste, right?"

...

"See? I knew it.  He understands me very well." Alastor set Jasper down and turned to you. "Stop it, dear. Don’t start."

Chapter Text

Perhaps you shouldn’t have accepted Alastor’s invitation. Why? Well, for starters you were already exhausted from thoroughly purging the household’s ‘negativity’. Not to mention, you still had the rest of the rooms to tackle tomorrow, including transforming one of them into a special space just for you and Jasper.

Alastor, on the other hand,  seemed completely unfazed by fatigue and was quite cheerful despite his previous complaints. No, no, no. This man was practically brimming with ecstatic energy as if he’d gotten a sudden burst from nowhere.

A child in a candy store.

“Ugh !” You muttered under your breath, your eyes following the finches as they leaped from one perch to another with a quick fluttering of their wings. “I should have told him no.” You added, resting your chin on your fist, tugging at your lips as Jasper gave your ankle a quick lick. “You're gonna behave, yes?”

Bark.

“I know you will.” You smiled, watching the little furball wag his tail. “And you have to stop bothering Alastor, alright? He’s not as patient as he looks.”

Bark.

"Who am I kidding? He is patient, but it's not polite to be a little devil to someone who is trying so hard, and doing a good job, at accepting you."

Bark.

“I hope that’s a yes, Jasper. I don’t want you to bother him unless it is necessary.”

“Alright, my dear.” Alastor chimed from the kitchen with an inaudible sigh. “The dishes are washed, the trash has been taken care of,  and I already checked the locks, aaaand.” He patted his pockets. “ I’m missing the car keys .” He murmured. “Where did I put them?”

Remaining seated on the couch, you kept your back to him. No matter how much you asked where he was planning to take you, Alastor was tight-lipped. He sure wasn't going to tell you, nor be swayed by your incessant questions. He's the type to let people prattle on and on without so much of a reaction until they bore themselves with their own voice and fall into silence.

Hearing the rattle of the keys in his hand, you sighed heavily, giving your eyes a few light rubs with the pads of your index fingers to shoo away the tiredness and offer a little comfort while also avoiding smudging your makeup. “Psst, come on, darling.”

“My, my.” He smiled from ear to ear, taking your hand and spinning you around. " Look at you." There was an admiration in his tone, as his eyes examined you thoroughly. "Gorgeous as if you had stepped out of a dream. I could gaze at you forever, my beautiful flower."

Knitting your eyebrows, you froze in place, and your mouth slowly began to drop as you eyed your husband suspiciously. “But-I-!”

Alastor was dressed impeccably yet very casually in a loose, short-sleeved button-up shirt that slightly billowed around his midsection, neatly tucked into high-waisted, pleated wide-legged trousers in a deep, rich blue. His hair was slicked back, already showing signs of lengthening as it peeked out from beneath the newsboy cap that he'd mentioned belonged to his late father.

“What’s the matter, my love?” He asked, clearly and very shamelessly gorging on the attention you were throwing at him. “Is there something wrong?”

“Yes .” You looked at him from head to toe, and from the way he was smiling, all that was missing was for him to make a little, dramatic, theatrical spin. 

He shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head. “Oh! What is it then?”

"I'm overdressed." You strongly stated with a light high-pitch voice. "Look at you, you're dressed so simply, yet… so…so elegant. I’ll be out of place. I feel like I’ll be drawing too much attention."

“Hah, hah, hah, nonsense, my butterfly." He laughed, taking your hand and pulling you against him, holding one of your hands on his while his free one remained on your lower back. "You look stunning. Perfect even, if I may add with sincerity."

You protested, stepping away, his cologne finding its way to the fabric of your dress. "I should change into something less... extravagant."

Alastor shook his head, reaching out for you, putting both his large hands on your shoulders, keeping you grounded. "No, you won't. I want people to see you, to see your beauty. Trust me, the women there will be dressed up too, though none as lovely as you." He smiled rather proudly and opened his arms. "And besides, dressing up is part of the fun, darling.”

"But... people will stare."

He leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "Let them look . Tonight, I want everyone to see the most beautiful woman in the room is mine."

Narrowing your eyes, you searched his face, watching as his half-lidded eyes accentuated the daring, growing smile. “Where are we going exactly?” You demanded, fully aware that dealing with Alastor was not for beginners

“You’ll see.” He chuckled, picking up Jasper and handing him to you. He then moved behind you, guiding you towards the door. “All in good time, doll.”

Annoyed.

Alastor was mildly annoyed as he continued driving. Not only had you refused to leave the house until you changed into something more appropriate for the way he was dressed, but he was also disgruntled by Jasper's bag. A simple linen sack containing two pairs of his ruined shoes.

Adding to his frustration was the grandiose reception his mother had given when she opened the door. Jasper had practically leaped into her arms, crying with joy. Alastor found the entire display utterly ridiculous, especially when she presented him with a box of brand-new, wait for it, waaaait…

...flip-flops. 

That's right. He was given a pair of flip-flops as a gift. As if it wasn’t bad enough, he is already getting addicted to footwear, but the two women in his life insist on keeping feeding that furball’s ludicrous, money-draining, infatuation.  

Watching Jasper eagerly nudge the box open, sniffing it enthusiastically before launching an attack on the poor flip-flops, only made Alastor sigh loudly in explicit exasperation. He will never understand why people just go along with the whims of pets . 

The only thing missing now is people walking around with dressed-up dogs in baby strollers. If he sees you doing exactly such absurdity, Alastor might lose it. 

Correction , he will lose it.

Holding his newsboy cap between your hands as if it were a very delicate relic, you finally broke the silence. “Are you okay?” 

Alastor sighed, running a hand through his hair and resting his elbow on the open car window, grateful for the summer breeze flowing through. “Yes.”

“Are you upset you are no longer a momma’s boy?”

“Hah!” That was all he said before focusing on the road ahead, absentmindedly chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Looking out the window, you noticed that despite the dimly lit streets, the area was rather unfamiliar. Unlike the neighborhoods you frequented, even the nicer ones during your secret outings with Arthur, this place was rather different. 

The streets were lined with modest-looking houses that, despite having seen better days, retained a certain level of charm. The area was generally clean, so to speak, yet there was this dangerous, vibrant allure among every crack. There was indeed something intriguingly different about this place compared to the polished, monotonous areas you were accustomed to.

"You like him." You spoke up, slightly turning your body to him, swaying as he made a turn, the cobblestone road beneath the tires offering an increasingly annoying sensation of a growing numbness.

“Liking and tolerating are two completely different things, my dear.” He replied, his eyes fixed on the road and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.” And mine is the latter.”

“Why?” You placed your hand on the car’s door to steady yourself.

“I don’t like dogs.” He replied with such simplicity that you were sure he'd just resume silence if pushed too far.

“Care to explain?”

“No.”

“Why?” You pressed, your eyes focused on his side profile. It was so odd to see your dandy of a husband dressed so simply, back to his origins. 

“Because there is nothing to explain.” He paused, hoping you'd drop the subject, but since you refused to look away, he continued. “I pushed my luck once and got bitten. There, happy?”

“What happened?” You probed further. If you had begun nagging him early in the morning, why not continue, right? Anything was better to wash down the thirty-minute drive, where the only sounds were his occasional humming, short bursts of singing, and the laughter of passersby as he kept driving.

After a few moments of silence, Alastor exhaled and rolled his eyes, switching gears. Indulging in one of your nosy episodes is usually fun but this one was proving to be tiresome. ”I might have squeezed Mr. Butter’s ears a little too hard.” He confessed with an annoyed expression, rolling the tip of his tongue against his right cheek, his eyes slightly narrowing, though his smirk remained.

“Oh!!” Planting two hands on the space between you, you lifted your brows with surprise. “You had a dog ?”

“What? No . God what an awful thing to say, my dear.” He glanced at you with a disturbed almost disgusted expression.

"Hmmm…" You sat up straight, bringing your index finger to your chin. "Oh, I got it. It was a dog from one of your relatives that died, and ever since you 'hate' dogs because of abandonment issues."

Alastor turned to you, giving you a very dangerous eyes-off-the-road moment, staring at you intently. “That, you-!” He scoffed with an incredulous short, sour laugh. “ Abandonment issues . Really??”

“What?”

“Is that the reason-! Wh-Where did you get that stupid idea from?” He slowed the car down and did another turn, glancing at you once again. “Aband-! I can’t believe you think the reason I don’t like dogs is because of 'abandonment issues,' which I clearly don’t have, my love.

“Well–” Frowning, you gave your shoulders a quick shrug and folded your arms. “Then what is the reason?”

Alastor scoffed exasperatedly, muttering between a strained, gritted smile.“He was the dog of that awful, ugly white-pasty-looking dandy.” He removed his hands from the steering wheel and stared straight at you, slowly air quoting, and adding with a mocking tone, remindful of your words.” You know, that 'dishy', striking, blue-eyed handsome man.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “Which to me, he is nothing but a mediocre, average-looking imbecile.”   

“You mean Mr. Vincent Voxley?”

“Ohhh, Mr. Vincent Voxley.” Alastor tsked with a sharp, dismissive tone, his fingers spreading wide on the steering wheel before clenching it tightly. “The Mr. Copycat, the cheap knockoff, and of course, the oh-ever-so-slick charmer! HAH....Charmer.”

“Alright. I can tell there’s bad blood between you two.” You pursed your lips to prevent a smile from exposing you before your expression fell blank when he gave you a quick, sharp glance. “So what happened to Mr.Butter? Why did you squeeze the poor dog's ears?”

“Can we not talk about this? I’m not very much of a reminiscing person.”

Resting your hands on your lap, you kept the cap nestled there, deciding to steer the conversation away before tackling it again. You barely know anything about his life anyway. "Jasper makes me happy."

“Terrific.” He ran a hand over his hair, sighing as he felt your gaze boring again into him. “I brought him because I knew he’d fulfill his purpose. But that doesn’t mean I will change my mind.”

...

...

“Soo, you and-!”

“I was eight years old. We were acquaintances, but not pals, as in calling each other’s house, or catching frogs or knocking on doors and running off.” He shook his head with a dismissive tone. “I only went once to his house because mOther wanted me to be friends with the little psycho.” Slowing down, Alastor parked the car in a different spot from last night. 

“And you squeezed-!”

“He said the damn dog did tricks if I tried.” He spat the words quickly as he rolled up his window, and motioned for you to do the same. “I think he wanted revenge because I might have shoved an entire pepper into his mouth or maybe I had pushed him into the lake and he didn’t know how to swim. I don’t, I can’t remember. It doesn't matter.”

“Dramatic.” You stepped out as he opened the door for you. 

“Don’t spoil my mood, darling.” He shut the door a little too hard and locked the car before taking the newscap from your hands. Alastor only needed it to add a little charm and complete his outfit. 

Intertwining your arms with his, he began pulling you with him. “For how long did you two stay friends?” 

“I said, don’t spoil my mood. I don’t want to talk about him or think about him.” He tugged you closer, removing his arm and draping it around your shoulders. ” He’s a bad egg and deserves to be forgotten. Period.”

“This looks nice?” You tried to smile, but the expression felt tight and strained. If you had come to this area alone...Who are you kidding? You'd never set foot in this place alone or with Arthur.

"I used to frequent this place a lot when I was younger." He said, smiling down at you. "I still do from time to time."

"Wow, you have a life outside your radio." You stated a bit indifferently but still with a hint of curious surprise.

"Hah, hah, hah!" He added a long humorous hum. "I do, a very lively life indeed."

"That 's...good. Good for you, Alastor." Your eyes darted around the diverse crowd. People were spread out in groups, laughing, jesting, and smoking, and some were engaged in shameless public displays of affection. The latter made you scrunch your nose, the reaction was so obvious that even a blind man could see it.

As Alastor led you forward, your gaze took in the surroundings. You noticed a building with more people gathered casually, engrossed in their own night world. "A speakeasy ? Aren't these illegal?" You asked, looking up at his towering figure.

His smile widened, his eyes fixed ahead.”Mhm.”

"Alastor, are you engaged in illegal activities around here?" You pressed with anger. You poked a finger at his ribs, causing him to laugh and flinch. “Are you???”

"Oh, dear." He chuckled, looking down at you with a still-growing smile that would tear his face apart. "It looks like I'm in trouble. Is my Missus going to forbid me from attending such a place?"

"Yes ." You stated firmly, halting and grabbing his arm, though you couldn't pull him back.

"Speakeasy places are usually hidden away but no one cares about it. At least in this area, my skittish kitten." Alastor laughed, unbudging no matter how hard you pulled him. "Come now." His long, slender fingers wrapped around your wrist and swirled you effortlessly, causing your dress to flutter, exposing your legs and knees.

"Alastor!!"

"Should have stayed with the other dress if you didn't want to show off your pretty skin, my dear." He teased with a laugh.

Draping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and rubbed his nose against your cheek. "You look so adorable when you get all flustered."

"Knock it off." You muttered between gritted teeth, pushing his face away.

"Muah, muah!" He planted two kisses on your head, pulling you towards the bar entrance.

"Al-!" You glared, finally managing to pry him off. "You are being childish."

Laughing, Alastor straightened up and continued leading you inside. You huffed, locking your face in a deadly glare, which quickly vanished as you noticed the clientele mingling around the door. Their unhinged carefree freedom stirred the envious inner monster that inhabited deep within you ever since you got the news of your engagement.

"Oh, my God ." You whispered, afraid to be heard even though the air was polluted by not only smoke but also noise. You recognized a few familiar faces from your area, daughters, and sons of affluent folks, likely here to seek a taste of something different before being wed away to someone from a wealthy family. "Alastor, do you-!"

"They have always been faceless to me, darling. It won't change no matter how many times I come across them." He interrupted with a nonchalant tone as he walked with you past the bouncer, who just greeted him with a nod, ignoring you completely.

The moment you stepped inside, the vibrant jazz, the animated conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter drowned your ears, while the overwhelming scented smoked air, and perfume of all kinds, awakened deep within you a new set of sensations. The liveliness in this bar was far more intriguing than you have ever seen or expected. Alastor was truly in his element.

“Are you alright?” Alastor asked, his sights fixed on his usual table.

“I’m okay.” You replied, using Alastor as a shield as he maneuvered through the few people that gathered ahead of him.

“Alastor!!! ”

“Helloo!!”

“I thought you’d stop coming-! OH, who is this dolly?”

Alastor proudly pulled you beside him, his brown eyes attentively locked on the short woman. “My love, this charming flapper-tastic darling is Mimzy.” He placed a reassuring hand on your middle back, keeping you in place, and gestured from her to you. “Mimzy, sweetheart, this is the love of my life, my beautiful wife, Y/n.”

“Your majesty.” The blond and spunky woman gave a light bow, taking the hems of her dress and crossing her legs with a delighted sigh. “I’m so honored to have you in my club.” She straightened up, clapping excitedly. “And to finally meet the gal that has stolen Alastor’s heart.”

Knitting your brows, you awkwardly lifted a hand, clutching the strand of your handbag. “Hmm, hello- *ahem * H-Hi!” You shook her hand, trying to mask your nervousness. “Pleasure in meeting you.”

“Ohh, she is SO adorable.” Mimzy brought a finger to her lips, studying you intently with a mischievous glint. “Alastor really struck the jackpot with you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean look at you.” She stepped in, circling you and assessing. As you followed her movements, you watched her stop beside Alastor. “Oh, my darling. You are absolutely out of this world. No wonder this dashing buck was a walking, mopping, miserable lad.”

“I- What’s-! Alastor was miserable?”

“Oh, sister, you should have seen him.” Mimzy laughed, waving her hands dramatically, before using her thumb to point at her mouth in a repetitive gesture. ”He drank, and drank to drown his miserable, very cold heart, but you kept hunting him down. I almost felt sorry for the poor soul. Hah, hah, almost, almost.”

"Mimzy-!"

"Shush, darling." Mimzy dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "The ladies are talking." She smiled brightly at you. "You need to teach me how you managed to hook this charming, bad boy. Alastor had always been notoriously untouchable. Seeing him locked up is such a thrill.  And what a thrill."

"I don't- I just...I-!"

"Don't be shy." She laughed. "We're friends now. I mean, we have been friends ever since you stepped into his life."

You perfectly formed coherent, practical thoughts, but the moment you opened your mouth, you fumbled. "Huh..w-we are?"

"Well, yesss, of course."

“I think that’s enough, chit-chat.” Alastor’s hand slid to Mimzy’s left shoulder, his fingers pressing down on her skin as he lowered to her ear level. “Don’t you have entertainment to offer tonight, or you’re too dizzy to even perform?” He added, raising his thin eyebrows followed by a teasing yet challenging smile.

Mimzy brushed his hand away, resting her hands on her hips.“I am perfectly capable of making you sing my songs in your bloody dreams.”

“Excellent.” He moved to you, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder. “I’d be very embarrassed if you failed to do so. I brought my darling wife to specifically hear your canary voice.”

“Clarice is going to be on stage in a few moments.” The blond woman adjusted her hair with a light tap, adding a knowing smirk. “You remember Clarice, don’t you Alastor?”

Your eyes darted between Alastor and Mimzy, sensing a subtle tension shifting the air. “Of course you would. A gal like that is impossible to forget, especially after the phenomenal last night.”

…

“You cursed her mind into holding out a dance for you. Remember, Al? Because she definitely does.”

“So he danced with…” You swallowed silently, feeling as though you had intruded on a private conversation by the looks they both gave you. “Miss Clarice, that’s good.”

“Oh, he was good, in fact, too good , baby face.” Mimzy put a hand on her growing pinkish cheek. “ He was back into his old self.”

“Wow, really?" You smiled awkwardly." I guess there's still a lot I don't know about him.” 

“Mmm?” Mimzy’s thin eyebrows shot up, her mouth forming an indecipherable grin before she laughed. "Alastor...Are you keeping your wife in the dark?" 

Alastor's smile tightened. “That’s enough, Mimzy.”

“Hoh, hoh, hoh, she has a sense of humor. I like her, Al. You should bring her more often.” Mimzy pushed him elegantly aside and linked her arm with yours. “Listen sugar, you'll always be welcome here. And if by any chance  you ever want to bring any of those cold-blooded, high-rolling gents you hang out with, all the drinks are on the house.”

“Alright, sweetheart, time to go.” Alastor stepped in, taking your hand. “I have to go to work early in the morning, and I’d like to enjoy this night to the fullest with my darling.”

“HAH, since when did a continuous night out ever stop you, Alastor? Are you growing soft now?” Mimzy purposely ignored the somber glint in his eyes. “Baby doll, make sure to keep an eye on him though. He is an irresistible magnet around here.”

 You nodded, feeling the tight pull of Alastor's hand. “O-Okay.”

“Adorable.” Mimzy said, beaming a smile your way before winking at Alastor. “Find a table, darlings. Clarice is about to perform, and warm you up for me.” She shrank her shoulders and slightly leaned in, giving a playful shake and causing her breasts to bounce. 

“Oh and Alastor. I’d like to have a word with you. “She giggled. ” Before you leave, of course.”

“Mhm.” As Alastor continued leading you away, you glanced over your shoulder and saw Mimzy waving goodbye with her fingers until she disappeared among the people.  

“Charming isn’t she?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you before taking a seat beside you and throwing his cap to the table as it no longer held sentimentality. 

“She is…spunky.”  You nodded, the words seeming to catch in your throat. “Energetic. She really matches your style.”

“Hoh, hoh.” He draped an arm around your chair, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against your arm. "She does."

"So why not haven't you fallen for her, then? I bet something closer to home is better, no?"

Alastor's eyes lidded, and his smile remained untouched. “Some things are simply not meant to be. Mimzy and I are...well, we’re old friends, childhood friends, actually. But affection, my dear." He took hold of your chin, his thumb rubbing the line beneath your bottom lip. “True affection...is a rare thing. It’s not something I take lightly.”

"But I understand where you're coming from."  He let you go and leaned back on his chair, his eyes sweeping the crowd. “Mimzy and I have some things in common, but unlike her, I’m not self-indulgent. In case you didn’t notice, she loves the bills more than she loves herself.”

"Ohh!"

"Mhm." He tugged at the ends of your hair, twirling it between the pads of his fingers until it formed a single thread.“Don’t give her too much talk or ear, my love. Mimzy is the type of person you offer a helping hand, and she’ll latch onto you and tear your arm off.”

"What?"

"Hah, hah. Relax, my dear."  His hand immediately grabbed your shoulder, drawing you close, pressing the side of his cheek against yours. "She is harmless and a lovely person, but a little too greedy."

"Why would you-!"

"She is nice and fun to hang around, at least for a short period of time." He chuckled. "You'd find yourself rather tired of her very quickly."

"You don't seem to be that bothered."

"Like I said, I have known her since I was a kid so I know how to handle her." He leaned back on his chair, his throat dry as he watched the bartender pouring out drinks. "She used to get teased a lot because of her weight.”

“I remember the first time I saw her. Some boys had pushed her to the ground, and she was crying her eyes out. A few classmates and I stepped in and stoned those brats away. Hah, hah, hah." He giggled while crossing his legs.

"Ahhh, anyway, the moment I helped her stand up, I immediately picked up on her sharp wit. Ever since that day, we became friends, and as time went on, she revealed more of that charming personality of hers.”

When you remained silent, he added. " She’s someone who can light up a room, but what we have it’s a different kind of bond. It’s all in good fun, my love.”

One thing Mimzy had said left a lingering curiosity within you. You couldn’t quite pinpoint why it started to affect you now. Perhaps it was everything that had transpired since your grandmother strongly admitted that your gender was a burden to the family, or Arthur’s decision to permanently break free from your love.

Yes, now it has begun to affect you. You felt a growing urge to get to know the man your parents had chosen for you. Not in a romantic sense, of course, but because you are bound to him by marriage, and such commitment will undoubtedly last until death.

You realized you wanted to know more about Alastor, not just the superficial details like his preferences in food and jazz, but his personal dislikes, his friends, and what truly ticks him off beyond mild annoyance. Yes, yes, you were very well aware of his touch-aversion, which he occasionally lets you initiate despite him being the one who has to allow it and has become more tolerant of you touching him first.

But...

Alastor cannot deny you this curiosity. Imagine if he was dangerous and deceitful. You can already hear his claims that he had tried to get you to know him, and your rejections of his attempts during your courtship. No, no, no. You won't budge on your decision. You genuinely just want to know.

As you looked up at him, you noticed the glint in his eyes and the genuine pleasure in his smile. Slowly, your ears caught the melodious voice of a woman singing, bewitching not only you but also your surroundings. 

“She’s a gem isn’t she, my dear?” Alastor clapped and stood up, whistling as the woman reached the end of her song. 

You followed his lead, clapping at the bowing, smiling woman, though not as enthusiastically as the crowd, and certainly not much as your husband.

So, Alastor in his element is more carefree, expressive, and enthusiastic when he loosens some of his formality? You'd never have guessed. It's just the same at home, but here he seemed more relaxed. How many layers does this man have?

“Fantastic as ever, darling.” He stepped around the table, taking the woman’s hand and kissing it. “Quite the performance.”

“Thank you, Alastor. "The woman beamed at him, feeling her cheeks growing hot." I thought I wouldn’t see you tonight. Mimzy mentioned you rarely stop by nowadays.” She covered her smile with her hand, elegantly swatting away the plume of her headdress.

Alastor chuckled, his smile widening. “Ah, well, I must confess, it’s not often that I make the time. But I brought the company to witness such a brilliant show.” He glanced back at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “This is my lovely wife, Y/n.”

The woman’s smile faltered as she physically twitched, swallowing nervously and fidgeting in place. She quickly extended a hand to you. “Hello, I’m Clarice.” 

Alastor’s hand pressed against your back, pushing you forward. “Pleasure. You have a very beautiful voice.”

“Oh, thank you.” Her hand was tense as she briefly shook yours. “You should hear Mimzy, she is the queen of this place.”

“Please, take a seat, darling.” Alastor pulled out a chair for her. “I will get us some deserved drinks. What do you wanna drink, my love?”

“Surprise me.” You replied with a nod and returned to your seat. “So, how long have you been working here?” You asked, following Alastor with your gaze. 

“Hmm, I started a week ago.” She said, clearing her throat and forcing out a smile.

“I hope you’re having a good time and enjoying your work.” You offered a polite smile, but quickly the table fell into an awkward silence.

Clarice began to absently play with her yellowish feather boa, her gaze drifting towards the passersby who gave her acknowledging, good-natured nods. She responded with an authentic smile, one that emitted sincerity.  

“So, Alastor told me about-!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know Alastor was married.” She burst out in a panic, the feathers of her boa sticking to her now sweaty hands. “I-I would have never tried anything if I had known.” 

Taken aback by the sudden outburst, you watched as Clarice anxiously plucked at the feathers of her boa, her gaze fixed intently on you. Her thin eyebrows arched high, creasing her forehead with thin lines while her eyes widened and her lips quivered. 

"Alastor- he didn't try anything, I-I just took his day-to-day charming words to another level." She stammered an incessant flurry of nervous, energetic words, feeling her cheeks growing hot as she struggled to explain herself.

"W-we just danced, that's all. The moment he told me he was married, well, Mimzy mentioned it." She gave a strained laugh, quickly raising both her hands. "He very much proudly showed his ring." Her laughter turned into a high-pitched chuckle, followed by accentuated nods. "A very, very beautiful ring, if I may say so, heh, heh, heh.

"Oh, thank you." You licked your lips and laughed softly, seeing how confusion settled in her. "He actually chose the ring himself."

“Aren’t you… upset?” Clarice asked with a shake of her voice, afraid that she'd be provoking a jealous wife outburst. “ I mean…I-I threw myself at your husband .” She added an innocent self-accusatory whisper.  

Glancing around, you noticed Alastor pausing to animatedly chat with a gentleman while expertly holding the drinks. You didn’t care much what he did around this place. "Not at all." Your eyes returned to her, and you could see that she was still suspicious, expecting you to lash out. " I think in the end, everything depends on how you handle things afterward."

“But-I-!” She swallowed the lump in her throat, her gaze dropping to your hands and lingering on the ring. Alastor had been a true gentleman yesterday, and Mimzy had warned that he was dangerously charming and that once he set his mind on something, he’d never let it go. In this case, it was none other than you, so there was no point in pursuing him at all.

Clarice began to understand why the gossipers flocked their attention around Alastor, murmuring about how someone like you had managed to turn a man like him into a suitor. 

No one expected Alastor, of all people, to be in a relationship much less married. His reputation for being a relentless charmer, and his seemingly untouchable demeanor indicated that he was beyond commitment. The very idea of him settling down was a surprise, at least for those who knew him, and Clarice had only met him yesterday, but it felt as if she had known him for a while.

Extending a hand to Clarice, you watched as she leaned back on her seat and stared at it in shock before hesitantly taking it. "Don't worry about it.” You closed your eyes and offered a sincere smile while tilting your head.”I understand how hard it is to resist a man like that."   

Clarice eyed you silently before her expression softened, holding your hand tightly. “Oh, I’m so relieved to hear that.” She huffed loudly, her shoulders relaxing. “I didn’t mean to cause any trouble. I just…well, you know how it is.” 

While Clarice wasn't entirely convinced,  she was so desperate to put this behind her that she just went along with it. After all, she knew nothing of you, and Alastor had kept your colors to himself, not even sharing with Mimzy, although she understood why he decided to due to the blond woman’s hunger for money and success.

“Ah, I see you ladies have gotten acquainted.” Alastor’s gaze lingered on Clarice’s retreating hand before he set the drinks down. “Did I miss anything important?”

“No.” You replied, reaching for your drink. “I was just telling Clarice that I enjoyed her performance.”

“Oh, she’s fantastic, isn’t she?” Alastor took his seat beside you with a satisfied smile on his lips. He reached for his drink, eyes locking with the woman in front of him. "I'm so glad we have arrived on time to witness it."

As you took a small sip from your drink, you glanced at Clarice through the cup’s rim, noticing her deliberately avoiding Alastor’s gaze. "You don't get to perform more throughout the night?" You asked, pressing your lips together as you felt the warmth of the liquid travel down your throat.

“Oh, Mimzy said I need more training, before taking more songs.” Clarice smiled, rolling her feather boa around her hands. 

"Hah!"

"Alastor." You reprimed him, giving him a light kick under the table.

"I'm sorry darling, but you can't actually believe Mimzy." He added, ignoring you and fixing his eyes on the woman before him. "She will never give you more songs too!"

"Throwing me to the casket, huh?" Mimzy suddenly appeared, her hips swaying with each step. She placed a hand on the table, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, and let her free hand rest on Alastor's shoulder. “You’ve always been a sincerely cruel kitten.”

“I’ve always imagined you’d lose such a trait after being chained down.” Mimzy winked at you, drumming two fingers against his shoulder before pulling out a chair and sitting down between you two.

"Excuse me." Alastor inquired, narrowing his eyes with a smile “ What do you think you're doing?”

“Sitting down.” She nudged him, taking his drink away. " What does it look like?"

“There’s plenty of seats around.” He chuckled, eyes traveling her form before settling on her face.

“Oh dollface, relax. No one is going to steal your wifey. Besides, she doesn’t mind.” Mimzy smiled at you and pouted. ”Do you, treasure?”

“Not at all.” You scooched over, making more room for her.

“Say, Alastor. Did you know your best friend is in town?” Mimzy took a sip, hissing in delight at the strong, sweet flavor. “He was all bruised up the last time I saw him as if he had taken quite a beating. I can’t deny he looked rather attractive. Hah, who am I kidding?” Mimzy put a hand on her cheek and giggled. “He always took a beating remarkably well.”

“Best friend?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and leaning forward to have a better look at Alastor.

“Oh, you don’t know?” Mimzy turned to you, resting her forearm on the table while tapping her gloved fingers against the glass of rye whiskey. “I’m shocked Alastor would keep this to himself.”

“Mimzy!” Alastor's voice had an edge of warning, one he didn't care about masking.

“Oh, relax, sweetie.” She brushed him with a flick of her wrist. “Anyway, do you know the super-rich guy Vincent Voxley? The owner of the brokerage company, Harbor Exchange Ventures?” She clicked her tongue, lifted a thin eyebrow and dismissed you with a wave of her hands before you could respond.” Of course, someone of your caliber would.” 

Mimzy continued, sitting up straight, crossing her legs, and pulling her dress up by the neckline. “He used to be part of Alastor’s group when we were kids.”

“Aren’t you supposed to get on stage?” Alastor interrupted, squeezing her shoulder. “And entertain us.”

“They can wait .” She nudged his hand off her shoulder, and turned back to you, resting both hands on her knees. “Anyway, a nipper like that was out of his element.” Mimzy scoffed with a roll of her eyes. “I mean, why would a rich kid hang around with a bunch of underprivileged-!”

“I’ve met him before.” You interrupted, noticing Alastor’s fingers drumming on the table, ignoring how his expression grew wary as his gaze switched between you and Mimzy. “He certainly made an impression.”

“Oh my God, I know.” She giggled, her feet kicking back and forth as they dangled above the floor due to her small stature. “He has this distinctive charm, doesn’t he? So tall, so handsome.”

“He’s-!”

“Since you're rich, can you put us on a blind date?” She interrupted, smiling prettily and fluttering her eyelashes. “I never cared for him while growing up but now…Now, I see him with completely different eyes. And Alastor here refuses to acknowledge his existence because-!”

“We’re here to enjoy ourselves.” Alastor chimed in, prompting an elbow on the table and casually rest his cheek against his fist,  his demeanor seemingly calm despite the tension. “Not to reminisce about pointless memories.”

“You’re the worst.” Mimzy chuckled, turning her body to him, playfully running a finger up and down on his chest as he straightened. “Never seen you this worked up because of Vox. Is it because your darling wife finds him handsome?” She chortled. “Maybe you’re worried he'll snag her away from you and show her how a man like that can stir up some excitement and controversy. 

“I’ve never heard such a tasteless joke from you, my dear. I guess there’s a first time for everything.” Alastor's tone was sharp as he stood up, dragged Mimzy's seat away from you, and positioned his chair in the middle of you and her. “Besides, you should know better than anyone that pompous, frivolous idiot only cares about himself and no one else. I’m surprised you’d stoop that low to sparkle in his eyes. But, then again.”

Alastor placed a hand on your chair and dragged it closer to him before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You have never been the brightest star, have you, sweetheart? " He smirked and slightly narrowed his eyes." Getting on your knees and praying doesn’t suit a dame like you, though it seems to unsurprisingly fit you like a glove.”

“Heh, heh, heh!” Mimzy mimicked his facial expression, settling both elbows on the table, intertwining her fingers, and resting her chin against them. “I’ve never seen you this possessive and jealous before, Alastor.” She glanced at you with a knowing smile and a wink, lowering her tone. “But then again, having a filly like that by your side is quite understandable. Surprising, but eerily understandable.”

She leaned in, her red-tinted lips catching the light as she gave them a suggestive lick, her cleavage revealing more than it probably should. “I dream of seizing a fella like your husband, Y/n. So attentive and full of unique skills… *sigh* , and always ready to lend a hand.” She took your drink in one gulp, swirling it around and letting the ice cubes clink together. “But a girl can only dream, can’t she?”

Mimzy sighed dramatically, eyes sweeping the crowd, before returning her gaze to you, completely ignoring a very confused Clarice.“ You know, it’s not easy dealing with men who don’t quite take ‘no’ for an answer, It’s so exhausting.” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned foward. “I’ve tried everything…talking to the fuzz, asking bouncers for help.“ She clicked her tongue, feeling Alastor’s eyes burning through her. “Yet it seems no one takes me seriously.”

You raised an eyebrow at Mimzy, spewing your question with nervous compassion. “Are you being harassed?”

Mimzy let out a light, sad laugh. “Oh, yes . Unfortunately. It seems the more I protest, the more determined he becomes.” She scoffed. “It’s rather tiresome. I can barely sleep, it feels like a nightmare haunting me. Have you ever felt helpless, like chained down and unable to voice your thoughts?”

Oh, yes. You know how it feels to be trapped and chained down. "I do-!"

“Such a shame.” Alastor interrupted you, narrowing his eyes at Mimzy, though his smile remained. 

“Maybe Alastor could have a word with the man in question?” You suggested, feeling the subtle twitch of Alastor’s fingers.

“Darling.” He looked down at you, pressing his fingers down on your skin, but you ignored him. 

Mimzy’s eyes widened with delight. “Oh, I like you, Yn. Alastor, your wife understands me perfectly.” She clapped her hands together, her smile broadening. “I’m sure having a word with him would be a wonderful solution. Wouldn’t, Alastor?”

Alastor’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before he turned his attention to Mimzy. “I suppose it’s something we can discuss further.”

“Terrific.” Mimzy stood up and took Clarice’s drink. “I have to get on stage.” She winked at you both. “Thanks, dollface, and thank you, Y/n.” She took a sip from the glass and began to walk away. “You just saved me the trouble of getting my hands dirty and my face unbruised.”

“What an odd thing to say?” Clarice remarked, looking back at the two of you, still completly forgotten.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t help your friend, Alastor.” You crossed your arms and frowned. 

“And I can’t believe you made me agree to it.” He responded a bit too quickly, running a hand over his face. “Love, Mimzy is a troublemaker. I can’t just walk in and fix her problems for her whenever she pushes her luck. It has always been like this.”

“It’s just a talk . How hard can it be?”

“It’s more compl-! You know what, my love?” Alastor stood up and offered you his hand. “I came here to unwind and I intend to do it with the best company I could ever ask for.”

...

“Take my hand or I’m picking you up.” He promised, staring at you intently. ” Your choice is limited, my darling wife.”

Chapter Text

“HAH, What are you doing? Put me down right now, Alastor.” You yelped in desperate demand as your husband hoisted you up with surprising ease. You flushed in embarrassment as a swift breeze grazed your exposed skin, lifting the hem of your dress to reveal your lower thighs when he spun around with you on his shoulder.

Long, slender fingers pressed firmly just beneath your knees, creating little indentations on your skin as Alastor carried you effortlessly. As your body landed against his broad shoulder, a sudden drop in your stomach made you gasp, while his other hand settled securely against the small of your back, locking you firmly in his grip, leaving you with no choice but to hold on.

Laughter and cheers erupted around you as Alastor carried you through a sea of wild bodies, each swaying and cannibalistically consuming the addictive music, lost in their own worlds, free from their problems and life. Here people were nothing but strangers, and tonight you were no exception.

The moment Alastor finally set you down with a sharp twirl, the world around you spun in a blur of colors, some so vibrant and dull that they felt magically surreal. Your vision swam hazily in blinding lights until it was suddenly snuffed out when his hand reached out and stopped your spinning, grounding you instantly. 

Standing before you, the man to whom you were forced into an unwanted matrimony looked eerily majestic, as if he had stepped out of a nightmarish dream. Your pupils dilated, nearly swallowing the color of your eyes, as for that very, very split moment, the lights that bathed the two of you flickered and glowered like embers.

Alastor's face shifted, morphing into a haunting figure with long reddish hair with two tufts that resembled ears, antlers jutting sharply from his head, vivid red eyes, and a smile far too predatory, like it was perfectly crafted to tear flesh and crush bones. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, replaced by something almost angelic.

His smile was no longer sharp but gentle, his brown eyes glimmered in a comforting peacefulness that nearly stirred the green-eyed monster within you. His skin returned to its natural, beautiful hue, shedding the deathly pallor that your mind had tricked you into and his hair returned to his trademark, albeit ruffled, style.

Alastor had said something rather animatedly, but you were too focused on trying to make sense of what you had just seen. His hand reached for yours again, spinning you once more and blurring the faces around into characterless individuals.

A soundless gasp escaped from your parted lips as he yanked you to him. One of your hands instinctively latched onto his bicep, while the fingers of the other laced with his. It always upset you how much taller he was, how you disliked craning your neck to meet his gaze, and how much his larger hands engulfed yours, making them look like nothing more than the size of a small child's.

Alastor could easily overpower you if he wanted, and the thought rattled your bones and seasoned your flesh in terror. Yet, you were grateful that Sybil raised such a fine gentleman. If he chose to break you after your infidelity, you would allow him to do it, even if your instinctive reactions of trashing and fighting back were merely a response to the fight-or-flight impulsiveness.

You were sure you’d be nothing but a barren shell of a human being after he was done with you. And that thought terrified you beyond comprehension.

Narrowing your eyes, you lowered your head from a face you had grown accustomed to. Your heart swelled with shame, and your body grew abnormally stiff. You did this. You brought this upon yourself by desperately clinging to dreams of a life with the man you truly loved, all the while cheating and pushing away the one picked for you, the one whom you didn’t know anything about. 

Anything about…because you didn’t give him a chance while refusing to let the pre-tailored life your family had crafted for you overtake the one you had naively envisioned. Some people are meant to chase and fulfill their dreams, but you? You’re not one of them.

You were never meant to be.

Two heavy hands settled on your shoulders, pulling you out of the cold blueness that had unearthed a fondness buried deep between the cracks of your soul. Your eyes snapped up, finding Alastor at your eye level. Colors seemed to exude from him, dimming the dull lighting of the club and drowning Mimzy's chirpy, smooth voice. 

One of his hands found its way to your face, his thumb gently brushing away a lazy, stray tear while the other remained securely on your shoulder. He once again had said something, but the words slipped away into the thick, empty, and soulless background around you.

This was the man who had done nothing but try to bring comfort to your life, someone who was genuinely attempting to know the real you, the only one who was ensuring you’d not crumble after laying all bare. He was the only person standing protectively between you and a world that insisted on sinking its teeth into you like a rabid predator.

Alastor.

The same one who “stole” a life you had once dreamed of. A life that was nothing more than a cruel illusion, an unreachable dream, one that would have kept you chained until the rug would be pulled out from beneath your feet.

If it hadn't been for Alastor to put a ring on your finger, who would have been? Who would be one that would give exactly what your family always wanted?

A chill made you visibly squirm...Vox. He would do that and so much more. He’d allow an open marriage, but only as long as it shamelessly served his convenience. And let’s not forget the genuine threats of an asylum. 

You doubted your family would intervene once they had what they wanted. They would likely ignore your existence just as they had dismissed your protests when your engagement was announced. 

You are but a tool to be used. Except for the man before you.

Your husband.  

Some people may have the perfect opportunities to pursue their dreams, others may not. And while you may not have those same options, it doesn't mean that you can't shape your future with your own choices offered by someone you hadn’t imagined in the first place. 

Slowly, one of your hands settled over Alastor’s, and as you did, you comfortably closed your eyes, leaning into his touch and allowing a genuine smile to break across your lips. You weren't sure if this train of thought was the product of the single drink you hadn’t had the chance to gulp down completely before Mimzy whisked it away, or if you were simply too tired to fight off the misery. But for whatever reason, this felt like true, ignorant bliss.

And you wanted to stay a little longer in it.

Just a little longer in it.

Alastor's eyes widened slightly in disbelief, his body giving a small jolt in response to your unexpected reaction. His eyebrows shot up, and his lips slowly parted as he took in every detail of your face, watching intently the smile he had longed for, craved, and desired ever since the moment he first saw you.

The stiffness and coldness of your body began to pass onto him as he continued to stare, but just as quickly as it had started, it dissipated. The warmth of your hand spread to his own and then to his body, mushing together whatever was troubling him.  

When you opened your eyes, Alastor's cheeks grew warm, one eyebrow arching in surprise while the other furrowed in confusion. It felt as though the air had been violently knocked from his lungs, and his heart to wrench in an unfamiliar way that seemed almost inhuman.

Straightening up, he continued to stare down at you from the sharp line of his nose with the same expression stamped on his face. One of his hands dangled at his side, while you, smiling broadly, gripped the other firmly, using it as secure leverage to twirl caressly, your dress fluttering and revealing more of your legs. 

An approving, exhilarating "whoah" snapped Alastor from his daze, jolting him just in time to see you, his dear wife, slipping away from his grasp toward a couple who had welcomingly opened their private circle to you.

Instinctively, his long arm shot out, slender fingers curling around your wrist before pulling you back in one smooth, well-trained motion, drawing you into the softness of his arms with a spin. One hand remained firmly planted on your lower back, fingers splayed possessively while the other enclosed your hand under a keyless cage, holding you firmly against him.

Your husband stared at you in silence as the blurred world of bodies left the two of you untouched in your own circle. It was then that he realized that the music, the sounds, and the crowd had momentarily disappeared, only to crash back in. 

He had lowered his guard, and he was mentally and harshly chastising himself for it. And yet, despite that, he could not deny the sheer exhilaration of having you willingly close, offering what he had longed for so deeply that it made his heart pound in a way that felt almost painfully alive.  

Alastor's fingers twitched against your skin the longer he stared, his breath caught in his throat and his heart hammered mockingly against his chest. He hesitantly leaned in, tentatively nudging the tip of his nose against yours, his smile gleefully mirroring yours with a soft, breathy laugh when you returned the gesture.

" Atta girl ." Alastor praised you with unrestrained and infectious joy as he pulled back and swept you into a heated, vivacious dance to the sound of Mimzy's energetic and encouraging singing toward both of you.   

You both danced away the various songs Mimzy had addictively fueled into the crowd. It made you tune in perfect sync, gathering the attention of the partygoers who formed a perfect circle around you, cheering, clapping, and imitating some of the steps that the two of you, blindly showcased to one another. However, as good a dancer as you were, Alastor was beyond comparison. He was a true master, unmatched in skill. It ran in his veins as much as stubbornness ran in yours.

As the music played on, you and Alastor were completely oblivious to the world around you, focusing the attention, the laughs, and the energy solely on each other. It felt as if the two of you could not function without one another, as if time would shatter and separate two lovers who would never find their way back to one another.

When the roars of the band's instruments and Mimzy's high-pitched vocals reached their climax, you and Alastor stopped at the same time. The crowd cheered and clapped wildly, demanding more while still buzzing with contagious energy to burn off.

Panting profusely and coated in glittering sweat, you and Alastor stared silently into each other's eyes, faces inches apart. His hair was wild and tousled, with unruly strands hanging messily above his nose, reaching its middle in a wild curl. The brown of his eyes was almost snuffed out by the darkest pupils you have ever seen, and in his lips held an appeased, conquering smile. 

You smiled shyly, lowering your head, ignoring the sensation of your dress clinging to you and the warmth rising in your cheeks. Alastor chuckled softly, his face following the movement of your head, his breath fanning over you before he lowered his lips to plant a kiss on top of your head.

Wordlessly, he took a hold of your hand just as Mimzy announced a fourth song, and slithered with you back to the table.“I am not disappointed, my dear.” Alastor admitted, pulling a chair for you, his pants dying down. “I knew you had it in you.” He added, speaking more to himself than you. “ I knew it .”

You huffed heavily in your seat, using your hands to fan your sweaty face from the heat. Your legs shook the energy still coursing through you, and you knew Alastor had plenty left in him too. Partying had been part of his life for so long, it would be disappointing for him to feel burned out already. 

“Please, I’m not that much of a great hoofer.” You admitted, feeling your throat run dry. A cold drink would be nice to wet your lips and sweeten your voice a bit.” You, on the other hand? That’s what I call a first-class cut-a-rug.” You pressed your palms together, resting between your knees as your shoulders slightly shrank.

“Hah, hah, nonsense my dear.” Alastor said, resting his forearm on the table, his eyes half-lidded with his lips curved into a charming smile. “ You kept up with me, and that is enough to label you with the title of a great hoofer.”

“Oh, please.” You brought a hand up your lips, stifling a laugh before adding. ”The band’s swing wouldn't be able to keep up with you, even if they tried.”

“You flatter me, my love.” His expression suddenly grew pensive, though his smile lingered. After a moment of secretive contemplation, Alastor stood up, the scraping of the chair making your eyes snap up to him. “Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes, please.” You said a little too quickly, clearly desperate for some hydration.” Surprise me.” 

“Don’t go wandering off.” Alastor grinned, offering a quick wink before heading off into a light cloud of cigars and cigarette smoke, mingling with the onlookers.   

“Lord.” You hit your elbows on the table, releasing the deepest sigh you’d ever managed. There was panic, denial, jealousy, sadness, and a void lulling you with a sickeningly sweet tune. One that was hauntingly addictive.

You had promised Alastor you’d be good. You’d be a dutiful wife, one who didn’t go out of her way to make his life difficult. But he had refuted you, insisting on wanting the real you. The one he—!

“Hey, honey. Why so blue?”A voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “I know something that can dust it off you. If you’re interested.”

Turning around, the tip of your tongue was ready to spew the vilest poison that could shatter even the foulest of sailor's heart, until your gaze landed on a familiar face. “Ethan?” 

“Hey, dolly.” Ethan stepped back, arms open for a loose hug. You didn't have much trust in Ethan to greet him in this way, but today you were particularly emotional about it. Well, he had helped you in the past, and Alastor did like him. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you. And you?” You slid into the chair next to Alastor’s, offering yours to Ethan. “Please, join me.”

“Don’t mind if I do, heh, heh, heh.” Ethan quickly surveyed the room before sitting down, resting his locked hands on the table. “I’m doing alright.” He added with a smile.” I haven’t heard from you in a while. Alastor doesn’t mention you much at work.”

“He doesn’t?”

Ethan leaned back lazily, drumming his fingers on the table with one hand, his other elbow resting on the back of his chair. “To be honest, he doesn’t talk much about his personal life. But ever since your accident, he’s slipped up a few times.”

You smiled, tilting your head to the side with a nod. “That sounds like Alastor.”

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I would never have guessed I’d see you here, of all places.”

“Alastor likes it.” You admitted, feeling rather happy at having let him bring you. “And I like it too.”

“Good to see you here, my friend.” Alastor’s voice appeared behind Ethan, causing the younger man to jump in his seat and his smile to vanish. “I assume you brought that new filly intern?”

“Hah, no.” Ethan replied, avoiding your gaze as his cheeks flushed. “She didn’t want to come.”

“Never pegged you as someone with lady troubles.” Alastor smiled, placing your drink in front of you and sliding his own toward Ethan. “Take it.”

Ethan frowned, taking the drink without a fuss. “I don’t have problems. She just doesn’t like ties.”

“Smart girl.” Alastor chuckled, encircling his left arm around your shoulders, while his fingers from his right hand brushed the cool surface of your glass.

“Drink up.” You urged, noticing the rasp in his voice. “You sound like you need it." There was no refute in your tone, and he knew better than to upset this strange balance between the two of you.

Alastor’s fingers absently played with the tips of your hair as he stared down at you with a soft smile resting on his lips. His eyes followed your movements in a lackadaisical rhythm, flickering between distant contemplation and quiet focus. "If you say so, my love."

Ethan’s eyes darted between the two of you, watching intently what was transpiring before him, trying to curiously decipher what was happening. He had witnessed Alastor express a range of emotions, with anger being the most intimidating to this date. But this? This was different, and he wasn't quite sure what it was.

He knew the marriage wasn’t the strongest, despite Alastor portraying it as perfect as his mother’s cooking. Adding to that, you never truly kept your thoughts well hidden when it came to it. Both of you simply acted according to society's rules when it came to holy matrimony, keeping your affairs private as they should be.

Uncertain whether to speak up or remain silent, the young man quietly took his drink and walked away, disappearing towards the Obsidian’s Cougars group. A circle of older ladies, known to seek a touch of spiciness for their collective night.

Ethan has been dying to be spotted by them. They have always been loaded with the greenest bills.

You were the first one to break eye contact, reaching out to play with Alastor’s forgotten newscap. His eyes lingered on your profile for a moment before he brought the glass of your Pink Lady cocktail to his lips. It was much weaker than what he was accustomed to, but he’d gladly take it, knowing you wouldn’t finish the rest due to the quick shift of your mood.

“What’s troubling you?” He asked after taking a gulp, setting the glass down with a thud.

You remained silent, watching as his fingers absentmindedly rolled the empty cup between his long fingers. Was he asking about the brief moment when you froze, paralyzed by the terrifying way his figure had distorted, or was he referring to the obvious profound shift that had taken place within you? 

When you didn’t respond, Alastor slid the glass aside, finally dragging his eyes to you. He tilted his head to the right side, a gesture that drew your attention to him as he studied you silently.

Swallowing the nail-scratching lump in your throat, you turned in your seat to look directly at him, noticing how he tensed under your gaze. You saw how his smile publicly disappeared, leaving his lips locked in a hard line. Something he rarely allowed to happen considering he was living proof that a smile speaks louder than words.

“If I continue to spiral into breakdowns, I might never find my way back up.” You confessed with a hard pursing of your lips and eyes glistening with threatening, unshed tears. “I don’t want to give up anymore, but it is so hard.” 

His eyes softened, the corner of his lips tugging at your confession as he rubbed his right thumb against the side of his index finger. “Nobody ever said it would be easy, darling.” Despite the music and noises that came with it, it felt as though the world quieted down just for his soft voice. “And there is no need to be scared. I promised I’d be there for you, didn’t I?” 

…

“I know it feels overwhelming.” His eyebrows knitted together in a light frown, the corners of his lips twisting as his brown eyes found a safe place on your collarbone for a few seconds before meeting yours. “And you might think you’ll eventually drag people down with you, but there’s no need to fret.” 

…

“Breaking free is a necessity, my love.” His eyes darted across your face, tracing the path of tears that were now rolling down your cheek. Tentatively, he brushed them away, pressing lightly against your skin so he wouldn’t ruin your eyeliner. “You deserve to live for yourself, to embrace who you are, to be able to refuse and accept what you truly want."

His gaze locked with yours, grappling for the right words for such a fragile moment. “Don’t let others dictate how you should live your life. When you stand before the Old Man, you can’t say you were told by others to do this, and you were simply following their expectations, when the life you were given was meant to be lived by you, and only you."

Sniffing, you brought the tips of your fingers to your face, wiping away the tears that streaked down both your cheeks, smudging your makeup. You pressed your lips together, fighting off the urge of a series of shuddering breaths to escape. “Did you mean it?” You asked with a trembling tone. "Did you truly mean it all, Alastor?"

“Did?” Your heart raced as you searched his eyes, your desperation reflecting in his puzzled gaze. "Why would I lie?" Alastor’s sharp jaw tightened, the muscle twitching as his brows furrowed. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” He leaned slightly closer. 

"I meant…starting all over again."

The bluntness of your voice and the question itself caught him off guard. His expression shifted to one of surprise, causing him to lean back as he processed what you had just said. His eyes darted over your face, searching for clues in the deep, hopeful furrow of your brow, and in the faint quiver of your lips.

“When you took me to that doctor, you suggested starting over.” Your chest grew heavy as you watched the bewildered man under your lashes. “Did you mean it?”

“I-!” Alastor began, shaking his head as he quickly took your hands in his. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked a little panicked, his voice dropping as he leaned a little closer. “ Are you feeling unwell, my dear ?”

Lowering your head, you closed your eyes for a moment and let out a soft laugh. Sniffing again, you reopened your eyes to gaze down at your hands, which stood nestled comfortably between his. 

Pressing your lips together, you tenderly caressed the back of his much larger hands with your thumbs, until he tugged at them, forcing you to look up at him. “You said you’d give me a world I never knew existed.”

…

"I…I think I’m ready.” A slight twitch from your hands made his grip tighten, and his expression fell into stunned suspicion. “I want to live, Alastor. I don’t want to be a toy in my family’s hands. I don’t want to have this sadness rot me away.” You squared up your shoulders, feeling your heart lodging in your throat, trapping in a heavy breath. ”I just want to be weightless.”

The smile you offered him made his heart flutter and crawl up to his throat, making him shake his leg. He gently cupped your face, feeling the warmth of your tears as they traced a path down the side of his hand. Alastor released a breathy chuckle, hope, and disbelief swirling in the depths of the warmth of his amber gaze.

The corners of his lips twitched into a tentative smile, as if afraid to believe what he had longed to hear was nothing short of a bitter, cruel joke. "Is this really happening?" His hand moved from your cheek to your chin, pulling you closer. "Do you want to give it another try?”  

Nod.

He leaned back as if you had suddenly become too blazing hot to bear, yet his hand still lingered on your chin with an iron grip. His eyebrows knitted together with a frown stitched into his usually polished features as silence consumed his voice, locking his lips in a thin line.   

You fluttered your eyes at him, feeling the tears begin to dry and sting your skin like tiny pinpricks. Each swallow made your throat cramp, and the incessant bouncing of his leg pressed against yours sent subtle, annoying tremors through your body.

His grip on your chin tightened, no longer gentle but almost painful, as he continued lost in thought, although his eyes seemed to track each emotion that carved out of your face like an instinctual predator. “You’re hurting me, Alastor.” The moment your hand touched his, he visibly snapped out of his pensive state, his eyes widening as he quickly pulled his hand away.

“I- I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He stammered, releasing a deep sigh while running his hand over his hair, and sweeping the crowd with his eyes. “I was lost in thought.”

Gently rubbing your chin, you lightly pressed on the skin to ease the lingering ache."Do you want to leave?" You suggested, grabbing his newscap.

His trademark smile returned, though this time it seemed more like a mask than the ones he so proudly wore day to day. “Yeah. I think it's for the best.”

The drive back was quiet and rather longer than when you were both driving to the club. It was then when you realized that, the streets with modest-looking houses had given place to the familiar areas you were more used to frequent.

You shifted in your seat, removing your face from your propped-up fist against the window, you noticed that Alastor had taken you to the park where Jasper had his first walkie.

Your body slightly balanced, as Alastor parked along the roadside, turning the engine off and stepping out without a word. You watched him take a few steps forward, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. The flame from his match briefly illuminated the sides of his face as he angled slightly away from you.

After a brief moment, you too stepped out of the car, your hands gripping the cool metal frame of the door before instinctively letting go, allowing the door to close with a soft thud. The faint clack of your heels echoed through the quiet night, causing him to look over his shoulder when he sensed your approach.

Stopping beside him, you curiously watched the smoke curl upward, your gaze tracing it until it vanished. Alastor remained silent, his attention flicking toward you as he eyed your childlike fascination, puffing the smoke away from you, and causing you to snap your eyes at him with a blink.

Without a word, he tossed the unfinished cigarette to the ground, crushing it underfoot. One hand disappeared into his pocket while the other extended toward you.

Instead of offering you his arm, he intertwined his fingers with yours, guiding you deeper into the soulless park. The stone paths stretched in a zigzag pattern that led further into the garden with trees and luscious bushes that surrounded the area.

The soles of your heels sank deeper into the well-trimmed grass, making it difficult to walk on. Your grip tightened around his hand as you tried to stifle small huffs of frustration.

Alastor replied with a sigh and a smile, encircling his left arm around your shoulders and leading you further into the clearing, your shoes dangling between the index and middle finger of his right hand. 

“Ah!” You exclaimed softly when your hand slipped from his, instinctively latching onto his shoulders as he knelt to remove your shoes.“It’s quite alright, really.” You protested, but Alastor only replied with a soft sigh.

A smile played on his lips as he draped his left arm around your shoulders and guided you further into the clearing, while your shoes dangled from the fingers of his right hand.

Coming to a stop, you regarded Alastor with puzzlement and curiosity as he let go of your hand and sank into the fluffy grass. You remained still, glancing around the garden as the soft song of the crickets filled the night, offering a strange sense of peace.

The cool air crept over your skin, adorning it with goosebumps, making you hug yourself instinctively for warmth. Pressing your lips together, you lifted and sank your feet into the plush grass, its softness cushioning your bare soles.

Nothing beats the simplest pleasures of life.

“Come, dear.” Alastor’s voice broke through your thoughts, his arm open and waiting for you. As you moved closer to sit beside him, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you down with him as he reclined into the soft, damp grass beneath.

"Did I say something that upset you ?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, afraid that speaking it aloud might disturb the peaceful silence of the garden.

Alastor didn’t answer right away, his gaze remained fixed on the starry sky as if searching for an answer among the stars. He exhaled softly, pulling you closer, his arm around your shoulders tightening, fearing that if he let go, he might undo everything you had both built and lost.

"You didn’t upset me, my love. It’s just... I don’t want to mess this up. I feel like I’ve waited so long for this moment, and I’m scared." He paused, the tips of his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress, rolling it around his index finger.

You leaned into him, resting your head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. His heart, however, was beating a bit faster than usual. "It’s okay to be scared. I am too. Terrified even. But.” You rubbed your cheek against his chest, placing your hand over his heart. “I-! I think it's worth it to still try." 

Alastor smiled, his chuckle reverberating through him, vibrating in your hand. You smiled back, curling up beside him, shuddering at the sensation of his fingers gently tickling you as he continued playing with your dress.

“You don’t understand how desperately I’ve been wanting this, how much I’ve yearned for a chance like this.” Alastor looked down at you, bringing his free hand to your cheek. “If you believe it’s worth trying, then I’ll give everything I have to make it work. I won’t allow anyone to ever hurt you again.”

As you smiled up at him, Alastor found himself captivated, unable to resist the sudden sparkle in your eyes. His gaze lingered, the smile on his lips fading as his heart pounded harder against his chest. The curve of your smile gradually softened under his brown eyes, as if he was memorizing every curve, every line of your face in the quietness of the night. As if he was more self-aware in the nightime than during the day.

Slowly, he began to lean in, his fingers tightening around the plush of your waist, tightening his grip on you. Your eyelids fluttered, your breath hitching as the space between you grew smaller, little by little until his lips hovered just inches from yours.

The pounding in your chest became unbearable, muffling the sounds of the night around you, and you found yourself being drawn to his radiating heat. For a brief moment, your breaths mingled, before, almost instinctively, you both leaned in at once, sealing the night with a kiss.

Chapter Text

The night was silent, broken only by the crickets' songs that spread throughout the vast, desolate garden. You didn't know what time it was, except that it was very late and the two of you were the only souls in the garden, lying on the cold grass, holding on to one another. 

Lying on your side, one arm draped over Alastor’s stomach, you rested your head on his chest with your gaze fixed on the trees faintly illuminated by the yellowish streetlights behind them. 

A quiet, exhilarating sensation began bubbling within you, growing stronger and stronger with each breath. The thought of a new beginning, the shedding of your old life, a life that had nothing waiting for you but the purest misery, brought a profound sense of peace you had never known before.

However, a frightening thought crossed your mind as you realized you were slowly becoming more and more dependent on Alastor. 

Being dependent on others has caused you many problems, one of which came in the form of a lover you’d once believed you would grow old with, surrounded by a loving family.

Slowly, your brows furrowed as you absentmindedly toyed with the button of Alastor’s shirt, your fingernails digging into the fabric and pinching him. He stirred in his sleep, instinctively pulling you closer.

You stayed still momentarily, hearing him softly rustle, before carefully easing yourself away. Your hand slid from his chest as you knelt beside him with your gaze wandering over his features, particularly the details of his face.

His lashes were long and dark, brushing against his cheeks whenever his eyes were closed. His skin was flawless, free of any blemishes or lines, his hair looked soft and textured and his nose was snub with a perfectly symmetrical shape. 

It was strange to see a man who always wore a smile on his lips look so relaxed and unguarded. You wonder, during his wild, carefree bachelor years and recent late-night parties, had he ever ended up like this? Sleeping on the street completely drunk or simply too exhausted to make it home? 

You clenched your fists, fingers twisting the hem of your dress as your thoughts swirled around like drunken butterflies. Alastor placed a lot of trust in the idea that nothing could ever hurt him. To you, it seemed nothing short of reckless, carelessness, cockiness, and overconfidence all rolled into one.

If you had lived like he did, the outcome would’ve been different. The closest you came to that kind of freedom was during your teens, up until the revelation of your engagement. 

It came in the form of sleepovers with your friends, when you’d sneak off with Arthur, returning just before sunrise, moments before your friends' parents woke up.

Speaking of friends, they had stopped hanging around shortly after your marriage. You have no idea how it came to be, but you're certain your parents had something to do with it. Alastor never forbade you from keeping your friendships…except with some of the girls, whom he deemed too bizarre for his taste.

Looking around, you rubbed your exposed arms, the cool air prickling at your skin, erupting it in a coat of goosebumps. You’d much rather be in the comfort of your bed, in your own house than out in the open, surrounded by these mocking shadows.

Returning your gaze to Alastor, your left hand hesitantly hovered above his chest, pulling back each time he’d stir. It would be better to wake him and head home. You’d had enough fun for one night, and the longer you stayed here, the more this place seemed to feast on you.

Your hand inched forward, and just as your fingertips were about to brush against his face, Alastor’s hand shot up at an almost predatory speed, his fingers curling around your wrist with his eyes snapping open at the same time.

You jolted with a startled squeak escaping your lips, staring wide-eyed at his confused expression. You would have stumbled backward if it weren’t for his grip, which was painfully tight.

“ Darling !” Alastor breathed, lifting his head to scan the surroundings before letting it fall back with a heavy exhale and a few quick blinks.

” I’m sorry .” You murmured, absently massaging your wrist as he released you. “I was…just… I-I shouldn’t have.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” He spread his left arm for you, inviting you back into the previous position, which you took with a little bit of hesitancy. “Did I hurt you?” Alastor asked, gently grabbing your hand and kissing it before laying it back over his stomach.

"N-No." You stammered.

“Good.” His voice drifted into a murmur, his eyes closing. “ That’s my dolly .”

“Alastor?”

“Hm?” He hummed lazily, one arm resting behind his head.

”I think we should head home now.” You tugged at his shirt, fidgeting with the fabric.

“Mhm.…” He hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t move.

“There might be someone watching us.”

Alastor chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, his hand gently tracing your side before coming to a stop. "Don’t worry about it." He trailed off with a deep breath.

You blinked, watching as he instantly slipped back into sleep. How could this man be so at peace? Also, wasn’t there a serial killer on the loose? What if someone was spying on you right now?

Oh, you're already imagining the headlines: “ Beloved broadcaster Alastor Tureau and his wife have been found dead in The Silver Park Garden. A dark day for Obsidian. Alastor's tuneful, witty voice will never be heard again .”

Wife .

That’s all they’d call you…no name, no history, no importance beyond being tethered to him. Even your parents’ name would fade into insignificance, reduced to a short and brief footnote because it was always Alastor people admired, listened to, and adored. 

Not you.

Why would they? You always have been the type to avoid prying eyes regardless of society’s hunger for every morsel of your family’s name.

You weren't heartless just because you had money. Did you have a relatively good life? Absolutely . You're the only heir to your family's fortune, after all. Well... not a proper one according to their expectations. 

But have you helped people? Yes , of course. You’ve helped with charities. Not because it was expected of you, but because you wanted to. Anonymously, in most cases. It was never about recognition. Your family was still admired and powerful, not you despite your deeds.

However, Alastor... he was a different story. He thrived in the public eye. Every word he spoke always had ears to listen to, every smile he offered always got attention, adoration even. So it's no surprise his very presence lit up a room with no shadow in sight.

And…

Standing next to him made you feel like one.

You shifted uncomfortably at the thought, feeling Alastor stir with a low sigh, his arm instinctively tightening around you, pulling you closer as if anticipating you might try to pull away. The pressure of his hold grew the more you moved, but as you slowly let yourself relax into his arm, his grip eventually did too. 

Adjusting yourself, you rested your head against his chest, feeling his soothing breath deepen, slightly lifting you with each rise and fall, washing away any disarrayed thoughts and current worries. 

Your arm tightened around his stomach, and your leg slid between his as you closed your eyes. 

Your arm curled tighter around his stomach,  instinctively sliding a leg between his, drawing yourself closer. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth he was providing, feeling a small sense of comforting peace settling over you.

The stars continued to beam in the freckled sky, quietly watching the two lovers below. They observed an inevitable tale about a wretched soul who had been aimlessly wandering around in search of belonging and a man whose secrets they had borne witness to countless times.

And they would continue to spectate how the earth would be drenched in blood, and the oblivious doe would find herself tangled in barbed wire and glowing chains, bound for a blazing eternity.

“Mwah!”

“Oh!” You jolted, your grip tightening on the frying pan handle as Alastor appeared behind you, planting a quick kiss on your cheek.

“I’m late but it was worth it, my lovely daisy.” He hummed cheerfully, darting around the kitchen in a rush, grabbing his mug of black coffee and taking a loud, satisfied slurp. “What a lovely night we had.”

“It was.” You grinned, your heart still pounding from the spook as you slid the rest of the food onto a plate. “Sometimes I forget how silent you are on your feet.” Turning to hand him the food, your smile faltered when you realized he wasn’t there. “Alastor?”

Plate in hand, you curiously walked into the living room, finding him adjusting his bowtie in front of the mirror. “You’re leaving?” You asked, eyebrows knitting together as you followed his swift, rushed movements across the living room.

“I have to, my love. I’m hours late.” He replied, walking up to you and casually taking a bite of the food before placing the rest back onto the plate. “I can’t keep missing work.”

“But-But, I’ll be here….” You stammered, following him around. “I thought we could…I thought you’d stay at home considering the hour.” You looked briefly at the clock.

“I can’t, my love. But Jasper will keep you some company while I’m gone.” He winked, reaching for his mug and finishing the coffee. “He’s just in the other room, playing.”

“But-!” You protested.

“Do you want me to drop you off at my mother’s?” Alastor asked, sliding on his coat and flashing you a playful smile.

“No... I wanted to stay a little longer with you.” You looked away, your cheeks flushed.

“Oh, how I longed to hear those words, my dear.” Alastor chuckled, grabbing his suitcase and caressing your cheek.“As much as I’d love to spend eternity with you constantly swooning over me, I do have a few other less important priorities that can’t be, unfortunately, ignored.”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Alastor sighed dramatically and turned back to you.

Straightening up, you lifted your chin to meet his gaze, gripping the edges of the plate.“After I'm done, I’ll take you somewhere very special. Sounds good?” Alastor asked, giving you a warm smile that reached his ears.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“Lovely. ”Alastor chuckled with a lazy blink.”Try to be a little patient while I’m gone, yes?”

With that, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and left the house. You stood frozen in the living room, still holding the plate, with your heart fluttering at the sound of the door closing behind him.

Unable to resist, you followed after him, opening the door wide to watch as he drove off. You leaned against the porch pillar, your shoulders slumping with a heavy sigh as loneliness began to creep in.

This is not good. Feeling like this…You have to regain control of your life.

With a defeated look, you pushed yourself off the pillar and stepped back inside the house. You grabbed his mug and made your way back to the kitchen, sitting at the table, and resting your head against your fist.

Sighing deeply, your eyes drifted towards a soft clicking sound that caught your ears. Looking down, you saw Jasper trotting into the kitchen, his nails lightly tapping against the floor.

He paused, sniffing the air, before his eyes landed on you. “Hi, buddy!” You called, seeing his mouth parting and tongue lolling to the side as he ran toward you with his tail wagging excitedly.  

“I truly hope you didn’t cause any mischief on your sleepover.” You felt him pawing at your ankles with wide, watery eyes. 

Bark.

Scooping him into your arms, you pulled him away from the plate just in time as he made a bold attempt at Alastor’s breakfast. “Nice try.” You chuckled, scratching behind his ears as he squirmed in protest. “But this is not good boy food.”

Placing him gently on the floor, you sighed and began gathering the plate and mug, scrapping the breakfast leftovers before setting them in the sink. You turned on the faucet and began slowly scrubbing them clean.

Looking out the window, your circular motions paused as your eyes landed on a stunning woman walking briskly along the other side of the road, her arm linked with a young gentleman. She threw her head back in laughter, covering her mouth with a gloved hand.

For a moment you simply stared, mesmerized by how she carried herself, until their figures shrunk and disappeared at the end of the street. You once had been the one walking with light and carefree steps beside a lover in places where you both were unknown to the world around you. It was a time full of dreams before your life twisted them into something you never expected.

You remembered Arthur, the way his laughter made everything feel bright and easy. The way his eyes always seemed to look right through you, seeing more than just the daughter of Elijah L/n. 

He understood you in a way no one else ever had, showing you a world where you weren’t defined by your name, but by who you truly were.

Then came Alastor.

A flamboyant man you didn’t recall crossing paths with, despite his claim that he had seen you around. Stating he had fallen in love with you, though you had never spoken before the day he first visited your house.

Oh, that day. 

You had worn one of your prettiest dresses, feeling particularly joyful and excited as your mother told you that your father had a surprise for you. You had spent the entire spring groveling at his feet, begging for driving lessons and a car, hoping for the freedom to explore Obsidian on your own.

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

On that day, as you descended the stairs, you spotted Alastor with his coiffed hair perfectly styled, dressed in a fine black suit, his fangy smile easily winning over your parents. At first, you thought he was one of your father’s business partners, but the moment his eyes met yours, something about his visit didn’t sit right.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you offered a simple nod before turning your attention to your father, only for him to ignore you completely, placing a hand on your back, and pushing you toward Alastor.

He stood with his hands behind his back, smiling down at you with slightly narrowed eyes that pinned you in place. He exuded such tremendous charm and confidence that, despite the growing unease within you, you foolishly convinced yourself he was just a driving instructor.

The laughter of the men that followed your unfiltered innocence left you appalled. When your father forced you to sit beside Alastor, it was then that the reality hit you. That wasn’t the introduction of a potential suitor, but that of a husband-to-be scheduled for marriage for quite some time.

You remember feeling spooked, and livid. It infuriated your father, and though you tried to remain respectful toward him, your treatment of Alastor was nothing but cold.

That only fueled his persistence, with his advances growing bolder, as he became more determined, and motivated, to break you and press forward in his pursuit of you. And throughout the courting phase, Alastor did exactly just that. 

Slowly lifting the plate, you rinsed it and set it on the drying rack along with the mug. You then moved toward the fridge, pulling it open and rummaging through the contents until you found a bowl of seasoned meat.

“Oh, Alastor.” You blinked at the bloody red color, remembering Alastor’s love for it, rare and unapologetically bloody. It always bothered you, especially because on the second day of your marriage, you had burned it.

That was when he forbade you from touching the stove for the first few weeks, convinced you that it was either because you didn’t know how to cook, or because you were being difficult. He wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be the latter, but he was taken aback when he discovered you could actually cook quite well.

“I guess this will have to do.”

You weren’t sure if leaving the house was the right choice, but you convinced yourself, even with regret, that this was what you needed to take one more step forward.

Squaring your shoulders, you pushed the door open, and as soon as you stepped inside, the exterior noise faded into silence.“Hello!” You stopped in front of the desk, looking around, but there was no one in sight.

It was odd for a place like this to have no one to address visitors or keep unwanted guests at bay. When you first visited, you do recall seeing people around.

Just as you were about to wander further, a man appeared from the back, walking past you without acknowledging your presence. You quickly lifted a finger, calling after him. “Can you please help me?”

“Not now.” The man muttered, not sparing you a second glance as he strode off without another word.

You licked your lips, huffing with a light glare before turning around. “Hey, excuse me, can you-!?” 

A woman brushed past you without slowing. “Can’t it wait?” She snapped over her shoulder, disappearing into an office and closing the door behind her.

“Sir-!” You tried again, spinning around to catch the attention of another man nearby. “I’m-!”

“Please, sit down. Someone will be with you shortly.” He replied, not taking his eyes off the papers.

“I’m certain it won’t take long-!”

“Please, Madam.” He cut you off, his hand gripping the doorknob as he glared at you over his shoulder before stepping inside. “Just wait.”

“Rude.” You scoffed under your breath.

“Excuse, miss?” At last, one of the employees, a woman, stepped out of a hallway, spreading an arm out, preventing you from venturing any further.

You stepped back, your eyes shifting from her arm to her face. “Oh thank goodness.” You breathed a sigh of relief as a smile tugged at your lips. “Hi!”

“We do not admit visitors in the station.” The woman stated firmly, looking at the door behind you. 

“Oh, I-!” You licked your lips, glancing down at her clipboard, trying to gather your thoughts. “I came to visit my husband.”

“I’m sorry, but we have a strict visit policy.” She gestured towards the door. “Please, follow me.”

“But-!” You started to protest, feeling her hand in your middle back, pushing you towards the exit.

Bark.

”I’m just following company rules.” The woman stopped and pointed at Jasper. “No dogs allowed.”

“It’s alright, Peggy.” 

“Ethan!” You exclaimed with a smile, stepping around the woman and walking briskly toward him. “Hi!”

“You married Ethan?” She blurted, her eyes widening and brows raising in surprise.

“I wish I had such a cute filly.” Ethan winked down at you, scratching Jasper’s furry ear. “Nah. This is Y/n, Alastor’s wifey.”

“Alastor???” Peggy flashed you a smile, pressing the clipboard against her chest. “Awww!”

“Yes... I…am.” You replied in a quieter tone than you intended. For someone who was about to throw you out, her composure magically shifted.

“I’m so sorry.” She placed a hand over her chest, shaking her head. “You have no idea how many wanderers we get around here. We usually have security and…” She glanced at the front desk. “Two receptionists but I have no idea where they are.”

“Dimitri is in the break room and Lars…I think he’s in the bathroom.” Ethan cleared his throat.

“And the security?”

“How should I know?” He shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “I heard a commotion a few minutes ago. Maybe they’re dealing with that.”

“The two of them?” Peggy exhaled with a roll of her eyes. “They really should consider hiring more people.”

“Talk to Miller.” Ethan muttered, clearly uninterested in the topic. “He’s the one in charge of that.”

“Not wasting my time with that drooling yapper.” Peggy shuddered, then quickly extended her hand toward you. “Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you, sweetie. I’m Peggy LeBlanc. ”

“Pleasure.” You offered nothing more than a faint smile in return as you shook her hand.

“Alastor is such a sweetheart.” She giggled. “Funny too.”

“Peggy here is the one Alastor saved from Jacob.” Ethan chimed in, gesturing with his thumb towards the woman. “You remember Jacob, don’t you? ” His eyes glimmered with excitement. “That coxcomb Alastor beat up to a pulp?”

“Oh, it was brutal .” Peggy added with a high-pitched giggle, waving a hand at Ethan.“ He learned a hard lesson that day.” She put a hand on your shoulder, excitedly leaning in. “Sometimes my fiancé asks me to retell the whole thing. It always puts us in a good mood.”

“And, I love watching him skulk around with his tail between his legs whenever Al pops up. It’s hilarious.” Ethan joined in the laughter.

You could already tell these two were itching for a full gossip session, and frankly, you weren’t in the mood for it. Alastor’s violent side was the last thing you wanted to think about.

“So,..can I-huh..” You hesitated, glancing at their knowing smiles. “Can I still see Alastor?”

“Of course you can.” Peggy cut in, scribbling something on a piece of paper before handing it to you. “Here. If anyone stops you, just show ‘em this.”

“Thank you... I—uh... this is…” You paused, furrowing your brows as you scanned the note. “This only says—!”

“It’s a free pass.” Peggy placed her hands on her hips, her smile widening mischievously as she bobbed her head from one side to the other. “‘I’m Alastor’s wife, and I can do whatever I want.’”

You blinked awkwardly at her. “Uh, thank you?”

Ethan chuckled, flashing a grin and waving for you to follow. “Come on, doll. I’ll take ya to your hubby.”

“See ya around, dolly.” Peggy waved with her fingers.

“G-Goodbye.” You gave her a polite nod before falling into step beside Ethan.

“So, how’s everything going?” He asked, his gaze fixed ahead.

“F-Fine.” You replied curtly.

“All these years working here, I’ve never seen Alastor so jolly .” He chuckled. “I mean he is always in a good mood, but today? Today he’s over-the-top ecstatic.” Ethan glanced down at you, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “That night out really cranked up the romance, huh?”

“Yeah. I mean, no.” You felt your cheeks grow warm, ignoring his eyes. “We just had a good time dancing at Mimzy’s bar.”

Ethan snickered, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Right. Mimzy sure knows how to stir up a little romance.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that. But, the ambiance was…pleasing.”

“Yeah, it really gets to your veins, doesn’t it?”

“Anyway, how was the rest of your night?” You asked, trying to steer the conversation away.” Did the Obsidian cougars fight each other over you?” 

He yawned and rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the tension. “Nah, they spent the rest of the night chatting about the weather and their dead husbands. I bailed before it got too awkward.”

You snickered, watching Ethan flashing you a smile and giving a subtle nod. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

Turning the corner, you stopped before a door, your eyes catching the soft red glow of an "ON AIR" sign hanging above it. You hesitated, knowing full well you weren’t supposed to step inside, but before you could second-guess yourself, Ethan reached for the doorknob. 

He winked down at you with a lopsided smirk, swinging the door open before you could even say a word. “Go.” He said, motioning for you to enter.

As soon as you stepped inside, the conversation inside came to an abrupt halt. All eyes fell on you both, and the men quickly shot Ethan a dirty look, silently gesturing toward you.

“Alastor’s babe.” Ethan smirked, nudging you further into the room and closing the door. “Say hi!”

“H-Hi!” You smiled awkwardly, trying to ignore their hard stares.

The men raised their brows, puffing the cigar’s smoke through the sides of their lips, looking at you from head to toe. " Who would have said, huh ?" Someone murmured in the back, receiving an approving nod from the man who kept looking at you.

Clearing your throat, your eyes wandered around, noticing the room was filled not only with the finest radio equipment money could buy but also with the thickest scent of cigars. It was so overwhelming that you could taste the ash lingering in the air, almost drying your throat with each breath. 

Ahead, a large, thick window separated the room from the broadcasting space, where Alastor stood with his back to you, completely absorbed in his work.  He was the epitome of someone who truly loved what he did for a living.

You watched silently how he took control of the room, the way his energy flowed, and how magnetic and passionate he looked through every word and every gesture.

As if sensing a new presence, Alastor turned, his gaze sweeping over the men in the room before landing on you. His eyes slightly widened, the sparkle in them making the men chuckle as he continued speaking through his smile.

He raised two fingers, motioning for you to join him. You violently shook your head, startled when Ethan swiftly took Jasper and your things from your hands. “Not gonna chicken out, are you?” He smirked, pushing you into the room.

If you thought the smoke outside was unbearable, here it was even worse, not to mention the drinks on the table and his coat resting on a nearby chair with a pack of cigars almost slipping from its pocket.

Sometimes you forget he’s also a smoker.

“That’s right dear listeners. Autumn is coming and with it the hunting season. So, you’d better rush to Alfred’s gun shop downtown, stock up on ammo, and get your missus a brand-new deer fur coat.”

You glanced over at him, his smile widening as he reached out an arm for you.

”And with this thoughtful act.”Alastor continued, voice dropping into a teasing tone.”Why not make Valentine’s Day an everyday affair?” His long, slender fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you closer with his other arm snaking around your middle, drawing you in. “Take lucky me as an example.” He chuckled, raising both eyebrows at you. “My exquisite wife decided to grace me with a lovely visit today. Say hello, my love.”

Pursing your lips, you shook your head, prompting him to tug at you.  “Don’t be shy, darling. Let Obsidian hear the voice of the one who stole my heart. Go on, say hellooo.”

“...H-Hey-Hi!”

“There you go, hah, hah, hah.” He pinched your cheek before releasing you. His eyes followed you as you quietly walked to the door with him seamlessly picking up where he left off with his broadcast. “Oh, and before you decide to be a pro, remember to make sure you’re prepared. Accidental deaths at the hands of hunters have been increasing lately in the bayou area.”

Slipping out of the room, you glared furiously at Ethan, ignoring the strangers' laughs as you took Jasper and your things from his hands. He winked at you before leaning in to whisper something to one of the nearby staff, chuckling as he gave the man some playful pats on the back.

You took a deep breath, glaring daggers at Ethan when you noticed Alastor’s eyes following your every move from the broadcast room. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze until Ethan tapped you on the shoulder. “Happy?”

“You’re a jerk.” 

“What? You said you wanted to see him.” He teased with a chuckle.

“But... not like this. He’s working.”

“So?” Ethan’s grin widened.

“That’s…Ugh, just forget it.” You tugged at your lips, looking away as you caught the men smiling at you.

“My, you’re a tough one.” Ethan laughed. “Now I see why Al’s so into you.”

“Let the poor filly alone, Ethan.” An older man chuckled from behind his cigar, waving Ethan off. “You can wait for Al in his office, sweetheart.”

“Oh, no that’s alright.” You chuckled with a shake of your head. “I have to go.”

“Whatever you say.” The man nodded, turning to look at the young man beside him.

“Here, take this.”

“A gift?” Ethan raised an eyebrow, but you quickly pulled your hand back, narrowing your eyes at him.

“No, it’s his lunch.”

“Believe me.” Ethan closed his eyes, lifting both hands to appease you. “I would never dream of stealing your husband’s food.”

“Lovely surprise, isn’t it fellas?." Alastor closed the broadcasting door, walking up to you with long strides.   

“It's a pleasure to finally meet your lovely wife, Al.” The older man called out, tipping his cigar toward you. “I thought I’d retire before seeing this day.”

“Ah, she’s been here before.” Alastor chuckled, wrapping an arm around you, and pulling you closer. “But it was a very quick visit. Love..” He smiled down at you while gesturing to the room. “This is Mr. Brooks, Mr. Turner, Logan, Connor, and…” He paused. “Oh! Miss Olivia and Mrs. Emma aren’t here, but either way, these wonderful people are part of my team.”

“I didn’t know you had a team.”

“All the main broadcasters have one.” He replied with a glint in his eyes. “Behind us, there’s always a tight-knit team making things happen.”

“Impressive.”You exhaled silently, greeting them once more.” Hello again.”

“Hey, Mrs. Tureau!” They all chimed with good-natured chuckles.

Clearing your throat, you stepped before Alastor, trying to dodge the curious eyes. “I thought… well since you didn’t have time to eat properly… I decided to bring you lunch.” You lifted the lunchbox with your free hand, pulling Jasper away as he tried to sniff it.

“How thoughtful of you.” Alastor said, his eyes not leaving your face for a second as he took the lunchbox from you. “Thank you, my lovely daisy.”

“I made it just the way you like it.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact. “Honestly, you must be on some kind of smoking-and-drinking diet with how you work yourself to the bone.” You gave him a pointed look. “You must have lost weight.”

Alastor offered a hearty laugh, slightly spreading his arms wide, and looked down at himself. “I’m just naturally skinny.”

“You really should take better care of yourself.” You said, not caring that everyone was watching you now.

“I have you for that, don’t I?” He teased, caressing your cheek. “Care to stay for lunch? I can share.”

“I’ll have to decline it.” You barely held back a grimace, the sight of the meat nearly making you lose your composure. It looked more alive now than it had in the moment it was slaughtered. 

Still, you made sure to serve it just the way he liked it…bloody rare. “I’m going to take Jasper for a walk and head home.”

“They don’t mind.” Alastor said, wrapping his arm around you again, and turning you to face the group. “Right?”

“No, no. Please, stay with us.” They said, speaking over each other with one of them suddenly breaking into a coughing fit after taking a long drag of their cigar.

“I still have to decline.” You gently removed Alastor’s arm from your shoulders, squeezing his hand as you stepped back. “I’ll see you at home. Make sure you eat everything, alright?”

Ethan stood with his arms crossed, biting his thumbnail, silently watching the curious exchange before him.“This looks like those romance novels.” 

One of the men, Logan, you think, chuckled while leaning toward the others. “You read those dame books, Ethan?” He teased, making the room erupt in deep laughter.

“Hah, hah, hah, HAH very funny.” Ethan narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he slid his hands into his pockets and turned to face them. “My girlfriend liked them.”

Another wave of laughter ran through the group, their focus solely on Ethan. One of them, Coonor or Turner? You don’t know, raised an eyebrow, and let out a low whistle. “A girlfriend, he says. Ethan has a…girlfriend… ”

The comment made them laugh even harder, making Ethan shoot them an irritated glare, his attempt at looking serious only fueling their teasing. “You are all just a bunch of jealous assholes.”

“If you’ve got a dame, then prove it. Bring her here.” 

“Yeah. Bring her.”

“She doesn’t want to come.” Ethan replied, trying to hold his ground. ”And I don’t want her here either.”

“Oh, I knew it! He’s lying.” One of the men crowed, sending the others into another round of laughter.

“Shut up.” 

You gave Alastor a light tap on the forearm, pulling him away from the scene he was clearly enjoying far too much. “Would you accompany me to the exit?” 

“Y/n!”

You came to an abrupt halt, hand gripping the half-open dark green gate. Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted a woman rushing across the road, one hand pressing down her hat while the other clutched the handle of her purse.

Frowning at the approaching figure, you leaned forward, trying to make out who it was. “Ava?”

“Hey!” She greeted, nearly out of breath, adjusting her dress. “What happened? You cut contact after…” She paused, looking around before leaning in frustration. “Stopping by the bank.”

“I-I’m…I’m sorry.”

“Apologies are meant to be avoided, not given.” She hissed, glaring at you. “Do you have any idea the seriousness of the situation you got me into?” She exhaled sharply, tapping her purse against her thigh.

“I’ve been calling you nonstop, but your husband was always the one picking up. I might owe you….” She licked her lips, pausing to collect herself. ”Owe you more than I can say, but not enough to risk my life .”

“Ava-!”

“Don’t.” She cut you off, her jaw tightening. “You know perfectly well that if this gets uncovered, the punishment will be far worse for me and my fiancé than for you.”

In the chaos that ensued during and after the trip, you had completely forgotten about the money. You had promised you’d handle everything, but now it's all a tangled mess because of your stubbornness and idiocy.

“Please come inside.” You pleaded, fully pushing the gate open, wincing at the sharp screech of the metal hinges.

"I didn’t mean for things to get this complicated.” You took a tentative step forward when you noticed she didn’t budge. “Please, just let me explain.” You added, your voice shaking just a little.

Ava held her ground, her glare deepening as her eyes stayed locked on yours. She crossed her arms, her posture growing stiff as her fingers dug into her flesh. With a quiet sigh, you took a step closer, lowering your tone. “I’ll explain everything.”

“I don’t want explanations.” She brushed past you, her heels clicking against the floor as she made her way to the front door. “If my fiancé finds out, it’s over.”

You looked around nervously before shutting the gate and hurrying to the door after her. “Just a second.” Your voice trembled as you rummaged through your purse. “I usually keep the key in this pocket, but…Can you hold him?” You handed Jasper to her, continuing your frantic search. “Sorry.” You muttered, finally jamming the key into the lock.

“You have to do something.” Ava pressed, her voice clipped as she handed you Jasper and followed you inside the house.“You need to fix it before it blows up.”

“I will, I promise.” You looked at her, motioning her to follow into the living room. “Things have gotten worse, and I-!”

Ava’s hand reached for your arm, her fingers curling into your sleeve. Her eyes darted between yours, her breath shallow as she withdrew her hand, feeling Jasper’s cold nose nudging against her fingers. “I won’t clean up this mess for you.”

“Don’t worry, you won't,” You replied in a quiet tone. “I have a solution.”

“If the solution is putting it all back, you have no idea-!”

“Finally, what took you so long?”

The voice made your heart plummet to your stomach, and your body stiffened in response. Your pulse hammered in your ears, as a cold shiver ran down your spine, making your limbs feel suddenly heavy as for a split second, it felt like the world around you stopped. 

“ Grandmother ?”  You whispered, the name barely escaping your lips, as if speaking it out loud would make the situation worse. 

Mabel slowly rose to her feet, her eyes never leaving yours. The look on her eyes was a venomous concoction of disappointment, disapproval that it felt as if she could see straight through you, stripping away every ounce of your existence.

Slowly removing her gloves, she looked at Ava from head to toe, as if she was dissecting her.“And who might this one be? ” Her tone was flat and emotionless. 

“How did you get into my house?” You asked, gently placing Jasper down, his small paws tapping softly against the floor. 

“I have a key, of course.” Mabel replied casually, swatting Jasper away with a quick flick of her foot when he tried to sniff at her legs. “What a foolish question, honestly.”

Your heart skipped at her words, and a knot formed in your throat. “How did you get it?” 

Mabel narrowed her eyes, waving at hand at you, cutting any further questions as she took a slow step toward Ava. “I asked you a question. Who are you?” Her tone turned sharper as her gaze flicked from Ava’s face to her posture, eyeing her suspiciously. 

Ava hesitated, briefly glancing at you as if searching for reassurance. "Ava Morris.” She extended a hand with a small smile.

Mabel’s gaze slowly dropped to the offered hand, her eyes slightly narrowing as a long, silent pause stretched between them. With a flick of her wrist, Mabel stepped back, her lips curling into a sneer. “Is this some sort of sick joke?”

Her eyes snapped to you, no longer holding back her disguised contempt anymore, motioning dismissively toward Ava with another wave of her hand. “I knew letting your parents raise you in Obsidian was a terrible idea.”

You clenched your jaw, unceremoniously throwing your purse onto the loveseat beside you, your gaze not daring to leave Mabel’s. “What do you mean by that?”

Mabel’s lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze went sharply to Ava. “Hanging around a man playing dress-up, that’s what I mean.” She spat, tilting her head to Ava. “Have you no shame?”

“Grandmother.” You warned, between gritted teeth as your hands clenched into fists by your sides.

“And you!” She turned to face you, her words dripping with venom. “Aren’t you ashamed to be associated with this… this circus?” She scoffed loudly, her eyes scanning the room in search of support. “Is this what your useless husband allows you to parade around with?”

Ava flinched, her face paling as she lowered her gaze to the floor, her voice slightly trembling. “I-I think I should go…”

“Ava don’t-! You stepped forward, but before you could say another word, Mabel’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, jerking you back with a painful tug.

“Please do.” Mabel interjected, stepping between you and Ava. “And keep your wickedness away from my granddaughter.” Her words were so bitter that it made bile rise to your throat. “And don’t come back or I will call the authorities on you.”

Ava’s lips parted as though she wanted to say something, but the words got lost. Slowly, she turned away and quickly left the house. 

As soon as the door clicked shut, Mabel turned to face you. “You’ve certainly outdone yourself this time, haven’t you?” She sighed, pacing around with one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. 

“I’m so disgusted and ashamed that I…How could I ever think you could be a decent person? Let alone bring someone like that into your life. You’ve completely embarrassed me.”Mabel spat, her hand trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at no one in particular. ”This is your mother’s fault…my good-to-nothing son. This is what happens when they marry you off to a useless half-breed.”

“ENOUGH!” You shouted, the words breaking out on a jagged breath that startled even you.

Mabel’s gaze snapped to you, eyes widening as though you'd suddenly sprouted a second head.

“How dare you speak to my friend like that? Or speak of my husband and parents in such a way?”

“ Friend ?” Mabel sneered with a venomous scoff. “You’re sick for allowing such delusional freaks to taint our name. What will people say?”

“I don’t care what other people say.” You snapped, shaking in disbelief. There was a time, long ago, when you would’ve done anything for her approval. But now? Now, you wanted nothing more than to bury her and forget she was ever family.

“Well, I do .”Mabel retorted, her tone dripping with disdain. ”And I will be damned if one of my blood parades around in such heathen company.” She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, her face contorting in disgust as if the mere sight of you revolted her.

“Not to mention, the deal we made about your divorce.” Her eyes snapped open, narrowing on you. “Or have you conveniently forgotten? Have you finally resigned yourself to being shackled to tha t…t hat … wretched Cajun fool? Or is your pride so twisted that you now consider him an acceptable choice? I have put so much on you, so you-!”

“ Why are you here?” You lifted a hand, preventing her from continuing with her tirade. “And how did you get a key to my house?”

“It doesn’t matter.” Mabel replied, dismissively waving her hand as if swatting away a pesky fly. “We’ll deal with this heathen’s behavior later. Right now, pack your things. We’re leaving.”

“I’m sorry?” You blinked, taken aback.

“I’m done waiting.”Mabel declared, her chin jutting out as she arched both brows at you. “We’re leaving for Minnesota right away. Your grandfather and Mr. Voxley have arranged everything.”

“What-What?” You stammered, struggling to process her words.

“You don’t have to worry about your father or that useless husband of yours anymore.” Mabel said, pacing back and forth, flicking her wrist in quick, circular motions.

“The wedding will be simple, and as such, the dress has to be more conservative.” She stopped abruptly, her thin eyebrows knitting together as she fixed you a warning, hard stare. “We can’t afford to leave a bad impression. Your in-laws are very traditional people, just like your proper, future husband.”

Your fingers twitched at your sides, the blood rushing in your ears as you fought the laugh that threatened to burst out by biting down on your lower lip. The way she spoke about Vox as if he were the perfect ideal husband for a granddaughter she never cared about, left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Vox, traditional?

Was she talking about the same man who had openly admitted he’d find comfort outside the marriage, even encouraging you to do the same, so long as you didn’t get pregnant by another man because that was his responsibility to fulfill? 

Was this the same man who’d threatened to put you in an asylum and have the child adopted if it wasn’t his?

What kind of delusional fool was your grandmother?

“With proper discipline, you will be at least decent enough to carry our family to a great union." She kept going in a condescending tone.

"Once we get to Minnesota, you’ll attend etiquette classes under my supervision." She  added, tilting her head slightly as her eyes briefly skimmed your figure with clear disdain."I’ve already purchased appropriate clothing for you, so you won’t have to parade around in those…” She paused, visibly repulsed. “Tramp clothes the fashion industry has so recklessly influenced your generation with.” She waved dismissively, turning on her heel. “Now, let’s not waste any more time. Get your things.”

Clenching your fists, you sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to give in to the anger that had been growing ever since you were thrown into this marriage. First, that asshole tried to kidnap you, then your grandmother is here to take you away? With a new marriage ready at hand?  

“I’m not going anywhere.” 

Mabel froze mid-step, her disgruntled muttering about your house and Jasper trailing off as she slowly turned to face you. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not going.”

”I wasn’t asking. Go get your things. Now.”

“This is my life.”Your breath ragged, managing to keep a collected tone.” I do whatever I want with it. And right now, I want to stay with Alastor.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing and the soft echoes of Mabel's soles as she took slow steps toward you. She arched an eyebrow at the defiance before her. “You will learn some respect, girl. Go get-!”

“Please, leave.” You interrupted, motioning with your hand towards the door. “You’re not welcome here.”

Mabel’s eyes darkened, tracing the features you inherited from your father, and the ones she could never forgive you for having, your mother’s. “Go pack your things.“ She sneered. “Or I’ll drag you out of this house in the clothes you’re wearing.”

Pursing your lips, your breath hitched and your hands trembled as you clung to the fabric of your dress. You couldn’t afford to back down. You’re done being a puppet. “No.”

A sharp stinging pain throbbed on your cheek, the sudden action forcing your face to turn away. A ringing sound filled your ears as your hand slowly settled on your right cheek, trying to ease the discomfort that followed. 

“Disgraceful child.” Mabels’s voice shook as if she was seeing her son before her, and facing the same rebellion that had once torn her family apart. “You’re throwing away the perfect opportunity to be well-wed because of that  opportunist, low-class radio host?”

You steadied yourself, meeting her cold, furious gaze. “Leave now, or I will call my father.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” She scoffed, taking a step back as her lips curled into a sneer.

Enough was enough. You wouldn’t let anyone control your life anymore. You had the right to live it, to protect it. “I won’t ask you again.”

“You have always been a disappointment to this family the moment you were brought into this world.” Mabel said between gritted teeth, yanking her things from the couch. “You will regret this.” 

And, with that, she stormed out of the house, the door slamming shut with such force that shook the walls and echoed around the empty house. You quickly rushed to the window, watching her car speed off. 

Anger, distress, and fear began boiling within you, breaking free and fully consuming you. Without thinking, you dashed to the door, hands trembling violently as they fumbled with the lock. In your panic state, the key snapped inside with a sickening crack that threw you over the edge.

“FUCKING DAMN IT!" You shouted, grabbing a brass candle holder from the side table, and repeatedly swinging it against the lock. "YOU FUCKING OLD BITCH. I FUCKING HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, YOU FUCKER!!!" Tears finally streamed down your face, clouding your vision as you continued to pummel at it with all you had locked for so long.

Each sharp blow that echoed through the hallway and living room was accompanied by grunts of fury and a string of colorful words. By the time your arm grew tired, the candle holder slipped from your grasp with a loud metallic thump, hitting the floor at your side. 

Staggering back, your breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as your eyes locked onto the damaged lock. You sniffed, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, looking around in a dazed state, and feeling an incoming headache. 

Then, your legs gave out and you collapsed backward, hitting the wall with a dull thud, causing a few pictures to tumble down around you. You slid down to the floor, wrapping your arms tightly around your knees, and resting your forehead against them while trying to steady your racing heart.

Chapter Text

The hours went by, and you had never hoped more for the moment when Alastor would walk through the door. Your grandmother's visit had left you on edge and restless, stirring more anger in you than you ever thought you had. 

Her behavior towards Ava, the insults, and the cold threats she had tossed around replayed in your mind repeatedly, adding more salt to your still-healing wounds. It felt like you couldn’t catch a break, especially after you finally decided to move forward with your life.

Peeking through the living room curtains, you saw Alastor parking in front of the house and quickly rushed out, through the back door. You stepped outside just as he reached the middle of the stone pathway and waved a hand. “Alastor, over here!”

He stopped in his tracks, fiddling with the keys before looking up. "Why are you-!?"

“Just come in through the back door.” You called out, returning inside.

Alastor hesitated for a moment, his eyes slightly narrowing before eventually making his way to the back door. As he stepped inside the kitchen, he raised a brow at the locksmith who was kneeling beside the door, working.“What’s going on here?”

“I accidentally ruined the lock earlier and had to call a locksmith.” You sighed, wiping your hands on your apron, not sparing him a glance. “It was a mess, honestly.”

The locksmith paused for a moment and nodded at Alastor. “Good evening.”

“Hello!” Alastor’s gaze shifted to the broken front door lock beside the man, then back to you. “Ruined the lock? It looks like it was murdered , my dear.”

“I got a little over my head.” You walked past him, setting the cooked rice aside. “I broke the key when I was trying to get inside. And since I changed it, I thought why not the backdoor too.”

Alastor’s gaze lingered on you before he turned to place his briefcase on the counter. "Can I get you anything, sir?"

"No thank you, Mr. Tureau." The locksmith replied, clearing his throat as he focused on his work. “I’m almost finishing here.”

You busied yourself at the stove, chopping vegetables for the salad and preparing the steaks for dinner. Ever since this morning, you have been trying to keep your paranoia from consuming you further. And as much as you tried to push it aside, your grandmother’s words, worse, her actions, refused to leave you in peace.

It didn't surprise you that Alastor disliked her, or more accurately, your grandparents. To be honest, hardly anyone could stomach them. Their overbearing, controlling nature had pushed plenty of people away, your father included.

And truthfully, you couldn’t blame Alastor for it. From the start, you’d known he wouldn’t tolerate their antics. Even though he hadn’t said so outright, you could feel it in the way he avoided the topic entirely.

Alastor had always carried himself with an unnerving calmness that the thought of what he might do if provoked made your chest tighten. His temper was infrequent but still dangerous nonetheless. 

You couldn’t forget the night he came home with bruised knuckles and bloodstained clothes, nor the unsettling exhilarated gossip from Ethan and Peggy about how he’d beaten a man senseless for laying a hand on her, needing a group of men to pry him off.

Allowing this kind of nightmare to repeat itself was out of the question…not now, not after you’d decided to get back on your feet. All you wanted was peace, even if it meant carrying this burden alone..at least until you have solid ground.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Alastor’s reflection in the windowpane. His tall, slender figure stood leaned against the table, arms folded with his keen eyes quietly tracking the locksmith’s movements.

You turned back to the stove,  trying to focus on the cooking. Keep moving, keep busy. Maybe, just maybe, you could get through this night without letting your fears consume you and him suspecting anything.

Alastor briefly glanced at you before his attention shifted back to the locksmith. He had said something to the man, prompting him to laugh, making his gray mustache turn upward and his wrinkles deepen.

“Can you get me the pepper, please?” You interrupted, still with your back turned to him, trying to focus on the pan’s sizzling sound. “The stakes are almost ready.”

Alastor’s eyes remained fixed on the locksmith for a moment longer before he gently pushed himself off the table. His footsteps echoed behind you, coating you in goosebumps, as he opened the cabinet and reached for the pepper shaker, slowly handing it to you.

Without looking up, you took it from him, muttering a quick thanks, your body instinctively jerking as his hands slid from your shoulders down to your arms, leaning his face against the right side of yours.

“We’re still going out, yes?” He asked, his breath warm against your skin as his thumbs began to gently trace along your arms. “I have a surprise for you.”

“I think I’d like to stay at home tonight.” You replied, your teeth grazing your lower lip as you attempted to nibble at the skin.

“But I promised I’d take you to a very special place of mine, remember?”

“Maybe another day, yes?” You offered him a smile, sidestepping while moving toward the rack of spices he had installed, conveniently, out of your reach.

He had done it on purpose, just a few days after you said yes before the priest, following a petty argument about you wanting a television to keep yourself entertained. 

His charm had slipped when it gave way to a passionate 15-minute tirade… a lecture on the absurdity of wanting such a “frivolous, useless picturebox” when there was, in his words, “ a perfectly good radio at hand .” 

You never brought up the subject again. 

“What’s the matter?” Alastor trailed behind you, plucking the ingredients you pointed toward. “Just this morning, you were as bright and cheery as a hummingbird flitting among the flowers.”

You shook your head, resuming the cooking.“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” He repeated in a lighter tone, eyes fixed on the back of your head. “I know you too well, my dear. There’s always something behind nothing. What’s troubling you?” 

“I’m just… tired, Alastor. It’s been a long day.” Your smile was strained, not quite reaching your eyes, while his remained faintly unsatisfied as if he knew there was more you were keeping to yourself. “Besides, staying in doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”

“You’re not very good at lying, you know.”

“I’m not lying.” You replied with a light scoff, turning back to the stove. “I just want a quiet evening.” 

Alastor snickered with a roll of his brown eyes. “A quiet evening? Now, where’s the fun in that?” 

“There’s plenty to do around.” You muttered with a shrug. “And like I said, it has been a long day.”

“A long day you say?” He stepped closer, one hand resting on the counter beside you and the other on his hip. “That’s enough reason for me to cheer you up.”

Sighing, you finally looked at him with an arched brow. “Aren’t you tired from work?” You asked, lightly scraping the tweezers against the frying pan. 

“Tired? Oh, never.”Alastor replied with a chuckle.” Especially not when I’ve got plans for us.” 

Before you could respond, he leaned in closer, his smile widening as he whispered mischievously. ” If you need a little push out of that shell, I can be very persuasive .”

You nudged him in the ribs with your elbow, making him recoil while gesturing with your head towards the locksmith.“ Alastor .” 

“What?” He straightened up, grinning unapologetically. “I’m just adoring my wife.”

“Stop it. ” You hissed between gritted teeth, feeling a faint blush creeping in. “ You’re embarrassing me. ”

Alastor chuckled, gently lifting your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Please indulge me, my dear. I have been painfully waiting for this night .”

“ Alastor .” You scolded, jerking your head away, and lowering the stove's heat. “ Knock it off. ”

“All done, here.” The man stood up, wiping his hands on a rag, reaching into his tool pouch, and pulling out two new keys. “These will give you more peace of mind.” He held them out to you. 

“Thank you so, so much.” You sighed in relief, taking the keys and nudging Alastor. “Care to pay? I’m going to try them myself.” You went to the front door, leaving Alastor with the locksmith in the kitchen.

“So, how much for this fine work of yours, hmm?” Alastor reached for his wallet, surveying the service.

The man glanced at his work, scratching his head beneath his hat, before letting his hands fall onto his sides. “Well, sir, for something like this, I’d say $5 is fair for the time spent.”

“$5, you say? How dreadfully modest. Allow me to make it a bit more worthwhile. Let’s make it $20, and I’ll throw in an additional $10. Is that agreeable?” He chuckled, handing the folded money to the man between two slender fingers. “A job well done deserves more, my good man. Keep the change.”

“T-That’s so generous of you.” The locksmith’s wrinkles creased in a smile, pocketing the money. “Nothing but the best for my clients.”

Alastor turned off the stove, returning his attention to the man. “I had no idea locksmiths were still available at this hour.”

“Well, some offer services after hours. I certainly do.” He knelt, gathering his things before picking up the toolbox. “However, with the recent spate of burglaries, this is my eighth house in the last two days.”

“This many?” Alastor asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms, keeping a light smile on.

“Yep, and then there’s the recent disappearance of a young lady who used to take care of the old people. It left folks pretty paranoid. I've been swamped with lock replacement requests for the rest of the month.”

“That’s a lot of work. Good thing my wife managed to book you then.” Alastor replied with a chuckle.

“She was quite insistent, I must say.” The locksmith added with a smile. “And I couldn’t resist when I heard Mrs. Tureau’s name. I’m a big fan of your work.”

“Hah, hah. You flatter me, Mr. …?” Alastor tilted his head, offering a polite smile.

“William Parker.” The man replied, taking Alastor’s hand in a firm shake. “From Parker’s Locksmith.”

“I’ll be sure to put in a good word for your shop.” Alastor blinked slowly, resting his hands behind his back, instinctively rubbing his left palm with his fingers, trying to wipe away the man’s touch.

“I appreciate it.” The man smiled with a few nods. 

“It fits so perfectly.” You appeared in the kitchen with a sigh, already handing Alastor his new set of keys. “Let me walk you to the door.”

“Thank you for your services, Mr. Parker.” Alastor smiled, giving the man a small nod.

“My pleasure.” The locksmith tipped his newsboy hat and then followed you to the front door. “Good night now.”

“Thank you again.” You nodded, shutting the door and locking it behind him. 

Letting out a quiet sigh, you allowed your hands to slide along the thick wooden door, your fingers grazing the cool, semicircular stained glass panel. You lingered there for a few seconds before gently pulling yourself away from it.

Returning to the living room, you found Alastor sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, a hand resting on his knee, and the other draped across the back of the couch.

“You’ve been busy today, haven’t you?” His smile was faint, but it was there.

“You have no idea.” You exhaled, sinking into the couch beside him, pressing your knees together, and adjusting the hem of your apron. 

“Are you having those blue thoughts again?” Alastor reached for your hands,  clasping them between his own. “It is my duty, my dearest, to ensure your life is topped with sweetness, not sorrow.”

A small smile tugged at your lips, and you gave his hands a light squeeze. “You’re so cheesy.”

“What’s really bothering you?” He asked, letting go of one of your hands to cup your face, gently brushing his thumb against your cheek. “You know you have an appointment with Dr. Curran next week.”

“I don’t want to go.” You sighed, standing up. “That place is for loonies , Alastor.”

“Don’t talk like that, darling.” Alastor leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, watching you pacing. “You’re just going for psychoanalysis and talk therapy. And, since you don’t feel comfortable discussing your feelings with me, these sessions with an expert will be helpful.”

Stopping, you exhaled loudly, burying your face in your hands. Your fingers trembled as you swept them over your hair, before crossing your arms tightly behind your head, as if trying to hold yourself together.

What do they always say? You reap what you sow? What comes next? Vox, your parents? Chloe? Arthur ? You didn’t want any of them near you…no more meddling, no more schemes. 

All you wanted was quiet. 

Just peace.

“ I’m such an idiot. ” You muttered, pressing your lips into a thin line, and tilting your head back, tracing invisible shapes across the ceiling with your eyes. “I never should’ve stepped out of line.”

“No, no, no. Don’t say that.” Alastor stood up and pulled you into his arms. His left hand glided to the back of your head, gently rubbing your scalp as the other rested firmly on your back. 

Your body tensed for a moment, unsure if you should let yourself lean into him or simply push him away. Slowly, you buried your face into his chest, your fingers hesitantly tugging at the sides of his coat, curling into the fabric. “You're being stubborn, my dear.”

You looked up, brows furrowing as you watched his faint smile grow. “ Stubborn ? Is that how you see it?”

Alastor chuckled, holding you more tightly, preventing you from squirming your way out. You felt…good to be in his arms, and that made it harder to fight the urge to spit everything that was on your mind. “You’re just carrying more than anyone should, and sometimes, you don’t know how to put it down. You don’t have to carry it all alone, though.”

“I… need time.” You muttered while looking away, trying to drown the all too familiar ache tugging at your heart.

Alastor blinked and smiled down at you. “When you're ready, you know you can share it with me. I’m a great listener.”

You closed your eyes, now pressing your hands against his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palms. “I know, Alastor. I just... I can’t yet.” You let out a slow breath, gently tapping your fingers on his chest. “I just need time to collect my thoughts. When I’m ready, I’ll share it with you. I promise.”

Alastor’s smile remained, but you could tell he wanted more, to push it further. But he knew better than to rush you. He needed you to take the initiative. “That’s my girl.” He chuckled. “Now, about our night out?”

You blinked and took a small step back, gently pushing him away as your fingers adjusted your apron. His hands slipped from you, taking with him the warmth of his body. “I told you, let’s just stay home tonight.”

“And I heard you, my dear. But we can’t let such a dreary mood keep us inside all night.” He said with a mischievous grin, taking your hand and pulling you back to the kitchen. “I’ve just the thing to lift your spirits.”

“I don’t know…” You reluctantly followed him, wasting no time in setting the table, while Alastor took charge of the food.

“You don’t have to know .” His grin widened. ”Just humor me for a little while, yes?”

“There’s a serial killer on the loose.” You reminded him, stirring the silverware in your hands.

“Oh please.” He scoffed, letting out a hearty laugh.

“I’m serious, Alastor.”

Chuckling, Alastor placed the stakes on the plates and then returned the frying pan to the stove. “I’m not brushing off your concern, love. But we can’t let a lunatic take control of our lives, now can we?”

You paused, turning away from the table to put food in Jasper's bowl. “I’m still not convinced it’s a good idea.” You watched the puppy clumsy eating his food before you slowly turned around to look at your husband.

“It’s too dangerous with this lunatic roaming around.” You walked up to the table. “And to think we slept in the gardens at night.” You shuddered, tugging your lips down. “What if that monster was watching us?”

“And if I take a gun?” Alastor asked, not even trying to hide the exhilarated smile on his face as he scooped a spoonful of rice onto the plates, before placing the pan on a trivet in the center of the table. “Hm? Would that appease my lovely daisy? Trust me, you are very safe with me.”

Narrowing your eyes, you walked past him, heading for the salad bowl. “A gun?”  You began to serve, not taking your eyes from him. 

“You know I’m good with guns.” He gloated, pulling out your chair.  His eyes followed you, narrowing slightly as you sat down. “Remember when we went to the cabin?”

“That was impressive, I'll give you that.” You pushed the haunting memory of the nightmarish creature chasing you aside and focused instead on how effortlessly he’d aimed his gun at the cross-marked log, delivering consecutive shots that pierced through it like it was nothing.

He made it seem dangerously easy.

“Well, thank you, my love.” Alastor’s chest puffed with pride as he grabbed a jar of water, filling up the cups.

“Well-!”

“I’m not changing my mind.” He sat beside you, spreading out your napkin and gently placing it on your lap.

“Alright… I guess.” You flinched when he pinched your cheek, giving it a firm shake. “But don’t expect me to enjoy myself.” You patted the spot where he’d left a lingering ache from the nip.

“Challenge accepted.” His lips curled into a sly grin and his brows arched, never breaking eye contact. “I do enjoy a bit of fun, you know.'"

“Mhm!” You chewed slowly, fighting to keep your composure as your brows furrowed, occasionally shooting him a few glances. 

His eyes sparkled with amusement as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Leaning forward, he rested his chin on his left hand, clearly savoring the effect he was having on you.

"By the way, my dear." He cleared his throat, feeling his heart quickening and his smile faltering before he forced it to remain. "I couldn’t help but notice, you used your married name when calling the locksmith." 

He needs to know, if the sudden shift in your behavior is related to a growing regret you might be harboring ever since you took the decision of moving forward...with him. "Are you finally claiming it?"

You paused mid-chew, slowly looking at him with your eyebrows slightly raised. With a hard swallow, you watched Alastor leaning back and straightening up in his chair with a subtle twitch of his brows. "It's my name, Alastor."

“Of course it is. It’s just…Well…”Alastor released a breathy chuckle, looking away before his eyes snapped back to you. “A few months ago, the mere thought of it repulsed you. You wouldn’t even acknowledge it.” He began drumming his fingers against the table. 

“Not because it meant something to you, but because you refused to let it mean anything at all.” He leaned forward, his hands twitching as he resisted the urge to reach for yours. “And yet, here we are.”

Your fork hovered inches from your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take another bite. Slowly, you set it down on the plate with a soft clink, allowing your gaze to stay on your food. “You’re right.” You quietly said, glancing at the way his fingers resumed its drumming. “I didn’t want it to mean anything before. But I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it now.”

Alastor’s fingers stilled on the table, blinking silently at you, as though your words were something he needed to carefully replay in his mind. He released a long, deep chuckle, running his fingers through his hair before looking away for a moment. “Forgive me if I seem hesitant. It’s… I’m terrified I’ll wake up and find this was nothing but a cruel, irresistible dream.”

“I don’t blame you for finding this to be…odd.” You sighed, your shoulders slumping as your gaze returned to the food in front of you. “I wasn’t exactly… a good role model of a housewife to begin with.” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head.“I mean, if anything, I was the exact opposite. I’m sorry, Alastor.”

“I suppose it’s not entirely fair of me, is it? Expecting such a young and beautiful flower just ripped from her pot to come around so quickly.” Alastor brought one of your hands to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I should’ve done more to make this easier for you.”

His thumb gently traced the veins on the back of your hand, closing his eyes for a moment and drawing in a deep breath, before releasing it in a sigh. “You’ll have to forgive this poor fool.” His gaze locked onto yours through lidded eyes, your reflection gleaming in his glasses. “If I’m dreaming… please, don’t you dare to wake me up.”

You snickered, pulling your hand from his and quickly shifting your gaze back to your plate, quietly pushing the food around with your fork.“Never took you for being a cheesy man.” 

“You’ll come to learn much more about me in time, my love.” Alastor laughed, picking up his knife and fork, easily spearing a piece of steak.“Now, gobble up.” His grin widened as he pointed the fork toward you. “We’ve got a wonderful place to be, after all.”

“ I can’t believe you convinced me to do this .” You whispered harshly, your eyes darting nervously over your shoulder. “ Is this supposed to lift my spirit? This is dangerous, Alastor .”

“ Get a grip on yourself, darling. ” He smirked, his eyes twitching down at you. “ Pull out your skirt for me .”

" What ?" You bit your nails, shaking your head nervously. " No ."

“ Darling!-! Stop biting your nail s.” Alastor hissed between a gritted smile, tugging at your sleeve. " This is supposed to be fun .”

" Fun? This is how people get shot ." You hissed back, looking at the house's darkened windows.

“ Just pull out your skirt for me .”

You hesitated before reluctantly holding out the hem of your skirt. Alastor wasted no time dropping the apples, his grin broadening as he continued plucking them out. Your dress began to weigh down, your fingers squeezing its fabric as the fruit continued to drop.

Alastor let go of the tree with a huff, lifting a hand at you. " Wait here ." 

"Alastor, no —!" You whispered, giving a step forward before he effortlessly vaulted over the fence, landing softly on the other side, and slipping into the night bathed yard. 

"This is crazy ." Huffing, you knitted your brows and pressed your lips, afraid the shadows would force you out of your skin with how much alive they seemed to be.

Moments later, Alastor reappeared, landing back beside you with a basket. You jumped, barely stifling a scream. “ This is how we do it .” He whispered triumphantly, taking the apples from your skirt, dropping them into the basket, and then shoving it into your hands. “ Quick and quiet .”

"Stealing fruit? We can afford an orchard !" You scolded with a hiss as he plucked another handful and tossed it in.

"These taste better ." He chuckled, winking down at you. “ The forbidden fruit Eve greedily consumed. ”

“Well, she wasn’t exactly the sharpest of the garden when she took the bite.” Your voice returned to its usual tone, though still soft enough to avoid drawing attention. "Oh Alastor, imagine what people will say if we get caught."  

“Pfft, I couldn’t care less.” He shrugged with an annoyed grin.

"Well, I do." You huffed, balancing the basket between your hands as it grew heavier. "I don’t want to be labeled as a fruit thief."

He looked down at you, his voice dropping to a calculative murmur. “ That’s the fun of it. ” He tilted his head toward another tree, letting go of the branch, his eyes scanning the area before focusing back on you. "Now, let’s see if we can grab a few quinces before the owner catches on."

"Let’s just leave ." You insisted, but Alastor was already pulling you further into the side of the house, effortlessly dragging you like a rag doll. “That tree was already leaning over the property, now you want to trespass?"

“Relax.” He joked, taking the basket out of your hands and putting it down. Alastor knelt and interlocked his fingers to form a step, staring at your shoes. "Come on, darling. Jump."

“ What??? Are you crazy? ” You balled up your fists, looking incredulous at your thieving husband. 

"I’m giving you a leg up.” He looked up with a strained smile. ”It’s your turn to get your hands dirty. I’m not going to hell alone."

“I’m not going to steal.” You huffed, anxiously looking around the dark yard.

“So far you’re an accomplice. Now stop being a scaredy cat.” He teased, grabbing your hand and yanking you closer. "Just grab a few quinces and run back to my arms. It's as easy as tearing your face off with a smile."

"No...Alastor, you-! Oof !" He picked you up and tossed you over the fence like a sack of potatoes, watching as you landed unceremoniously on the soft grass with a muffled grunt.

Rolling over, you shut your eyes, pressing your lips and rubbing your sore backside. “ You... jackass .”

From the other side of the fence, Alastor stood with his arms crossed over the top, watching you with an impish grin, his canines sharp as needles. "Better hurry.” He teased. "Before the dogs come out." 

Your eyes widened, your mouth falling open as you tugged at the grass blades. "What?! You bastard !"

Alastor chuckled darkly, his fingers now lightly tapping the fence. "Oh, I’m sure you’ll be fine... if you’re quick enough."

“Wha-Why?”

“They'll have you for dinner in just a few bites. Hurry, darling, hurry.” He snickered, crossing his arms again and pressing his forehead on them, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.

"You’re sleeping on the couch!.” You scrambled to your feet and darted toward the quinces.

Alastor’s laughter followed you as you reached the house, pressing yourself against its walls. Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled silently, taking in the darkness that swallowed the property.

Inching along the wall, your fingers glided over the rough surface, brushing against bumps and splinters that pricked your skin without fully digging in. The poisonous adrenaline kept pumping through your veins, as you continued down your thieving task.

Reaching the kitchen window you noticed the quinces ahead, however, you couldn’t help but curiously peek inside. “Woahh!” You pressed your nose against the glass, fingers gripping the edges of the closed window. “They have the new LustreWare enamelware and the GeamCraft cabinet? Classy!!” 

Narrowing your eyes, you looked to the side and silently made your way to the tree. Reaching the branches, you muttered under your breath while plucking the fruit in a hurry. " He’s buying me the whole LustreWare set after this. I might even redecorate the house with bright pink walls and black polka dots everywhere…yeah. You just wait. "

As you continued with your sinful actions, something soft brushed against your leg. Your body stiffened, and your breath shuddered as your eyes slowly shifted downward. “ Ohhh, boy! ”

Alastor, still lounging against the fence, hummed softly to himself as he bit into an apple. He gave his wrist a casual flick, checking the time, and taking in a slow breath, savoring the crisp air filling up his lungs after a work day of smoking.

When his gaze landed on you, he spat the bite out and threw the apple away while leaning forward. “Ah, my little thief. I was starting to get worried.” He hopped over the fence, taking the quinces from your hands. “Just this?”

“There were no dogs .” You moved towards the fence. “Liar.”

"Of course not. I wouldn’t put your life at risk." He grinned, throwing the quinces over the fence and offering a hand to help you. "The owners have a severe allergy."

“I should have known. And It concerns me how much you know about these people.” You exhaled with a groan, trying to find a way to go over the fence by yourself. “Hands off, I can do it myself.”

“Stop being stubborn, come here-! What’s that in your arm?”

“Nothing.” You quickly shrugged, turning away. “It’s just something I found.”

“A cat?? No, no, no. Put it back.” Alastor’s brows twitched. “I knew you were up to something when you took more than two minutes.”

“First of all, he’s a kitten . Second, look how cute and fluffy he is.” You cooed, holding up the kitten to him, its tiny paws dangling as you softly rocked it. “See? Look at this cute, little whiskered face." 

Alastor’s smile faltered, his left eye twitching. "That cute little thing is going to shred our curtains and claw up my records. No. Absolutely not."

“But-!”

“My lovely, stubborn daisy. That's their companion.” Alastor sighed, narrowing his eyes. “And in case you’ve forgotten, we already have a first-class troublemaker at home. I don’t need another one who will undoubtedly drop fur like a fatal snowstorm in Russia and leave the house in disarray.”

“But-! Alastor.” You stepped back, gently rubbing your face against the kitten’s head. “Jasper could use a friend.”

“Darling, give it back.”

“This baby was outside .”

Alastor sighed, running a hand over his face. “ Yes .” He said, pressing both hands together and pointing downward. “Because they have a cat door. ”

“I promise to take full responsibility.”

"No." Alastor plucked the kitten from your hands, carefully cradling it before turning and heading back toward the house, disappearing into the darkness.

“Ugh!” You huffed, clenching your fists and stomping once before clambering over the fence.

“Do you need help?” Alastor reappeared, walking slowly towards the fence. 

“I don’t need help.” You snapped, pulling yourself up. “ Why do men get to wear pants while women get skirts and bruises? ” You muttered under your breath, feeling the sting of a scrape on your thigh.

Finally landing on the other side, you brushed yourself off with a frustrated sigh. “You always have to be cruel, Alastor.”

"Oh, my sweet, willful, darling." Alastor jumped over and handed you the basket. “You look absolutely endearing when you’re angry.” 

"You’re insufferable."

"I appreciate your kind words." Alastor chuckled, reaching for your hand and hastily pulling you away from the house. 

“I would take good care of it.” You looked up at him, your breath hitching as you fought the dryness in your throat.

“I’m sure you would.” His long legs made it a bit hard for you to keep up with his brisk pace. “And I’m sure they’ve completely forgotten about it outside."

You panted, struggling to catch up as your voice momentarily faltered with the pace.“That’s ne-neglect.” 

“Exactly, my dear.” Alastor’s eyes skillfully took in every shape and detail of the quiet streets and sleepy houses while keeping a sharp ear on your protests.

After putting enough distance from the house, Alastor finally released your hand, slowing his pace. “I would never let that happen.” You added, clutching the basket a little tighter. 

“You’re not getting another pet.” He reached out for an apple."You already have one at home who could use a lesson in manners."

“He doesn’t pee in the house.” You countered with a light narrowing of your eyes. “Jasper is a dapper pup.”

"And for that, he earns a solid half-star." Alastor bit into the apple with a loud crunch, and looked down at you. "But can you imagine if he learned some tricks? I’m thinking something grand, like sitting perfectly still in one spot and doing absolutely nothing. Magnificent!" He grinned as he chewed.

You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as your gaze landed on the eerie, quiet houses on the other side of the road. “This is the last time I will follow you blindly.” 

“Heaven forbid that I should try to bring a bit of excitement to your night.” Alastor quipped as he munched on his apple, glancing at you sideways.

“I’m excited... No, wait.” You turned to him, squaring your shoulders. “That came out completely wrong. I meant to say I was perfectly happy staying at home.”

“Mhm.” He chuckled, holding out his apple toward you with a playful grin. “Care for a bite?” 

The apple brushed against your lips, making you jerk your head back, glaring as you put some distance between you two. “No. I want to go home this instant.”

“Of course, of course.” Alastor tossed the rest of the fruit into the dark, wiping his mouth against his sleeve with a lazy smile. “Anything for my lovely dame.”

“Good.” You snapped your gaze ahead, ignoring his smirk. “I think that’s quite enough nonsense for one night.”

“Oh, how cruel of you.” Alastor hummed, straying away from you in the opposite direction. 

“ Not, crue l.” You closed your eyes briefly, frowning as you stuck out your nose. “It’s common sense.”

A low chuckle escaped him, his footsteps pausing as you continued your merry way, completely unaware of his intentions. “Next time let's stay-!”

Before you could finish, Alastor suddenly gave a steel door three hard smacks, shaking the quiet neighborhood. He quickly darted past you in a blur, laughing like a madman.

The sharp noise jolted through you, your feet shuffling indecisively as your mind scrambled to catch up with what had just happened.

“HAH, HAH, HAH!” Alastor’s exhilarated laughter echoed loudly, finally shaking you out of your short-lived trance.

You dropped the basket, the apples and quinces rolling all over the road before you ran after him with one hand pressing firmly over your hat as it threatened to fly off. 

Heart pounding against your ribs and lungs burning, you locked eyes on Alastor’s retreating figure, his long strides eating up the distance like it was nothing. “Damn, he’s fas t.” You panted, gritting your teeth as you felt your legs growing numb while miserably trying to keep up. 

The sudden sound of a door slamming open behind you made you squeak and pick up your pace, almost causing the soles of your shoes to nearly drill holes into the pavement.

“YOU STUPID KIDS.” The furious voice of a man shouting erupted behind you. “I’LL SHOOT YOU.”

Not daring to look back, you kept your eyes solely fixed on Alastor’s carefree figure. You’d forgotten how unpredictable he could be. It made things infuriating but…more recently fun.

But not this.

This was pure stupidity.   

When he crossed the curb, Alastor spun around and seized your forearm, yanking you toward him in one swift motion. Your feet skidded across the road before coming to a halt, your hat tumbling out of your head.

The moment he let go, you stumbled back, colliding with the brick wall with a loud huff, your hands splaying against it for support. You glared at him, watching as he doubled over, giggling like an absolute fool.

“What the hell was that for?” You demanded between ragged breaths, ignoring your quivering knees as you fixed him with an incredulous look.

“Admit it.” Alastor teased, his laughter bubbling in his voice as he straightened up and caught your wrists mid-swing when you stepped forward to smack him. “You loved the rush .”

"You’re insufferable ." You huffed, your hands trembling from the adrenaline still coursing through you as you tried to yank yourself free.

"And you’re adorable ." Alastor countered with a teasing smirk, stepping back just as your wrists slipped from his grip. “Like a doe caught in the headlights, too innocent for this world.”

Pressing your hands against your back, you looked up at the starry night, still panting heavily. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d run like that. “This was supposed to lift my spirits? Your special place?”

“I always stole apples from them.” Alastor exhaled deeply, blinking lazily at you. “Mother used to bake apple pie with what I brought. I never liked them myself, but father used to love them.”

“That’s adorable... I guess.” You pressed your lips together, taking in a slow breath, and shaking your head.

“I was never caught, of course.” He raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. ”But you? You have no skill whatsoever.”

“You asshole!”

“Oh, ouch, ouch. “ He winced dramatically, lifting his arm defensively and recoiling with a laugh as you threw a round of half-hearted punches.“ So much bottled-up anger.”

“Bastard.” You growled through gritted teeth, your body heating up with frustration. “You’re older than me, yet you’re acting like a child.”

“Come on, doll.” He chuckled, his nonchalant act only making your irritation worse. “You loved the danger.”

“Shush.” Your words stumbled out as you caught your breath. “I’m... trying... to hit you. Stop en… enjoying it.”

Alastor’s right hand slid around your waist, while the other cradled the back of your head, flushing your body against his as he captured your lips in a kiss. Your fists stilled mid-punch, twitching before surrendering to grip his bicep, one hand gripping his bicep and the other pressing into his back.

His body tensed as your nails dug deeper into his skin, causing him to stumble as you two remained pressed together. “ You’re absolutely delicious .” He murmured, pulling away from your lips with a ragged breath.

“Jerk .” You shot back, your breath fanning across his face as you tilted your head back. 

His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, a smile creeping across his face with his brown eyes narrowing dangerously at you. “Kiss me.”

You shot him a glare, trying to reel out from his touch.“After what you did? No !”

He chuckled, a rich, deep sound that resonated through your chest, making you instinctively sink your nails further into his muscles. His brows twitched at your reaction. “Please?” His hand held your head in place, tilting it just enough to graze the cold tip of his nose against the curve of your neck.

Pressing the side of your face against his, you felt him inhale your scent in a slow sniff. “Ahh, apple of my eye.” He chuckled, tilting his head back, just enough to meet your gaze. “If you fed me your heart, I’d not only devour it whole, but i'd leave absolutely no crumbs .” 

A shiver ran through you, your body betraying you as you instinctively shrank away. “Don’t be a weirdo.” You attempted to shove his face away, but before you could get far, he retaliated with a hard yank, drawing you back in closer. 

“Kiss me.” He demanded again, nudging your nose with his before planting butterfly kisses along your face and jawline. “Please.”

His lips hovered close, and for a moment, you froze at the violent pounding of your treacherous heart." I hate you ." You murmured, your hands gripping his shoulders, watching how his eyes focused solely on your lips, daring to prove yourself wrong.  

“Hmm…Give me everything I deserve, my love.” Alastor chuckled, eyes instantly locking with yours with a blink. “Call me a worthless husband, a prattling numbskull if you must… I’m a bad man .”    

Looking away in exasperation, you struggled to steady your thoughts. This man is making you feel things… things he strongly disapproves of and has no intention of indulging.

Oh, how things had changed. In those early months of marriage, the very thought of wanting to be intimate with him would have made you want to gouge your eyes out and throw yourself into a blazing fire. 

It wasn’t worth it. You could live without it, suppress the ache, and quietly manage it just with yourself while respecting his boundaries. 

If this is how he takes pleasure in life, you’d simply have to endure it and keep your thoughts locked away, safe from his prying mind. And if he got too annoying, well, you might just put him in his place with a little reciprocated provocation.

Alastor’s hand slid from your head to rest on your back, while the other stayed firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close. “You’re a horrible man.”

“And?”

"An arrogant fool."

“Aaand?”

"A shameless show-off."

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. “More.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “Hmm… An...The… a… The most stubborn man I’ve ever met.”

“Hoh, hoh, hoh, keep going, don’t stop.”

"A walking headache. A tyrant in disguise. A troublemaker with too much confidence."

“ Such a sharp tongue .” He teased. ”Be creative.”

"The bane of my existence." You pressed your lips, looking away with a light shrug.”I can’t remember anything else.”

“Don’t stop now.” His grin widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You can do much better than that, I’m certain. Come on, be mouthy.”

"Huh...You…You think you're the center of the universe, but the universe doesn't even know you exist." He raised his brows as an impressed look crossed his face. “The most exhausting man alive.” 

Alastor chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing in delight. "Oh, this is fun. What else?"

"You're a walking disaster wrapped in a fine suit." His grip tightened on your waist, eyes darkening. "An insufferable, smug bastard with a face that looks like it was carved by a dyslexic clown."  

Alastor leaned in just a bit closer, his tiny fangs showing off in an enraptured smile. "Oh, I’m enjoying this. Keep going, darling."

"A pompous, overconfident chump with the charm of a rusty nail.”

“Oh, you devilish little minx.” Alastor snickered, his hand gliding gently along your back. “You’re a fiery one, aren’t you?”

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Very much so.” He admitted, watching you through lidded eyes and a lazy blink. “But even a man with all those qualities deserves a bit of love, no?”

You wiggled your eyebrows once with a roll of your eyes. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Kiss?” He leaned in but stopped when you glanced over your shoulder, looking back to where you’d come from.

“I dropped the basket .”

“I noticed that too.” He replied with a smirk, gently pulling your chin back to him. “All that for nothing, huh?”

“I’m not going to do that again.” You stated firmly, feeling your neck growing tense as you continued staring up at him.

“It’s a deal.” Alastor’s grin widened, though you knew he wasn’t done with you yet. He undoubtedly has something up his sleeve. “Now… may I taste those delicious lips of yours?”

Chapter Text

“Good mooorning, darling!” Alastor sang, his voice oozing in exaggerated cheer as he whisked the blanket off of you in a swift motion. 

You recoiled instinctively, quickly curling up in a ball as the sudden chill began to cool you down. “ Alastor !” You protested,  squeezing your eyes shut while blindly fumbling with heavy taps in search of the stolen covers. “ Let me sleep .”

“Come now, wake up.” His footsteps echoed loudly against the wooden floor, making you shove your face further into your pillow. “The day has only just begun, and I fully intend to make the most out of it”

He drew the curtains in a quick swish, bathing the bedroom in light. You turned, flopping an arm over your eyes, shielding yourself from the dawn's brightness. “The day can start without me.” You groaned in a strained tone.

“Oh, nonsense.” He continued pacing around the bedroom, opening and closing doors and drawers. “Up, up, up! Or do I have to sing you awake?”  

Your red eyes snapped open, shooting him a glare. “Don’t you dare.”

Alastor’s grin widened in victory, pooling the covers at the foot of the bed. “Atta girl.” 

Grumbling, you sat up, hair in a mess, stretching and yawning, feeling the delightful pull of your muscles. Your gaze drifted to the clock on his nightstand, and your eyes widened in disbelief. “Alastor!!!” You snapped, balling up your fists and narrowing your eyes at him. “ It’s 6:20 am .”

Alastor stood by your bedside, holding up a dress that made you narrow your eyes further. “I know.” He said with a light chuckle and a slow blink. “And, for your information, this isn’t even my usual hour. I’m up by 5:30 a.m.”

“What—! I mean, why did you wake me up at this hour?” You threw your hands up in exasperation, shifting on the bed as you pressed your legs together, tucking them to your side.

“We’re going on an outing today.” He replied cheerfully, hanging the dress neatly on the wardrobe knob before strolling over to retrieve your shoes. “Please, get dressed, my love.”

“Alastor!”

“Here’s your shoes, and after you’re done with your beauty routine, meet me in the kitchen.” He said, setting them neatly on the floor before jauntily whistling his way out.

You blinked at the half-open door, listening to his footsteps fade. With a loud groan, you flopped back onto the bed and yanked your pillow over your face, muffling a frustrated sigh. You can’t handle another outing with Alastor, yesterday was too much for you.

Stealing apples? 

You can’t even begin to fathom what he has in mind this time.

With a groggy sigh, you peeled the pillow off your face and blinked lazily at the ceiling, feeling your eyes growing heavy as sleep continued to lure you back. “ I should have stayed at home last night .” You mumbled, knitting your brows and tugging your lips downwards.

“Daaaarling.” Alastor’s voice rang from downstairs. “You better not have gone back to sleep”

A long, drawn-out groan escaped your lips as you pulled the pillow back to your face.  “Owwwnnnnnn-”

After, begrudgingly dressing, and freshening up, you descended the stairs, your feet dragging with every slow step. One hand gripping the smooth railing, your shoulders slumped, as an exhausted sigh escaped from your painted lips. 

“Good morning, Jasper.” You cooed, kneeling by his little couch to give him a well-deserved belly rub and a kiss before making your way to the kitchen.

“AH, there you are. I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.” Alastor turned to you, dressed in an apron, pulling a chair out for you. “Sit.”

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sweetness greeted your nostrils, pushing away any grogginess that lingered in you. On the table sat one plate full of golden waffles stacked high, eggs perfectly cooked, and a small bowl of fresh blueberries while on the other was just bacon, eggs, and a buttered toast.

You blinked, eyebrows arching and mouth slightly hanging open. “You made all this?”

“Of course.” Alastor said proudly. “You’ll need your strength.” His hands settled on your shoulders, guiding you to your seat.” We’re going on an outing today.”

Sitting down, you narrowed your eyes in suspicion while following him around. “What kind of outing?”

His grin grew even wider, if that was possible, as he slid into the chair beside you, clutching his mug of dark, bitter coffee. He took a sip, savoring it with a satisfied hum, before turning his full attention to you. “My dear, your visit the other day was… shall we say, a revelation .”

You blinked, pausing mid-bite of a syrupy waffle. “Revelation??”

“Indeed.” His brown eyes sparkled with mischief, propping an elbow on the table and resting his cheek against his fist. “It surprised me just how much I enjoyed having you by my side.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a sudden heat rise to your cheeks at the way his gaze was fixed on you. “Oh?”

“And sooo.” He continued, slightly leaning in. “I decided to do the only logical thing.”

“I truly hope it’s not like yesterday.”

“No, hah, hah. Although you have to admit, it was fun .” He straightened, taking a loud slurp of his coffee. “No, my dear. I am bringing you along.”

“To the radio station?”

“Precisely.” He winked, before taking another sip. “ Now, no dawdling, we leave in a  few minutes.”

“You’re really making a habit of dragging me into things, aren’t you?” You exhaled silently.

“Dragging?” Alastor laughed, spearing a perfectly crisp piece of bacon from his plate. He took a bite, before chasing it with a forkful of scrambled eggs. “No, no, my dear. Offering a grand opportunity. ” He pointed his fork at you. ” There’s a difference.”

Watching him in silence, you felt your chest tightening with each beat of your heart. Your grandmother’s visit, with her barbed words of disappointment, still lingered in your mind, wounding themselves tightly around your thoughts and reminding you of how much of a failure you felt.

To be honest, you didn't even feel safe in your own house anymore. How did she get a copy of your key? Will she dare to kidnap you as Vox had tried before? 

The fork slipped from your fingers, clinking softly against the plate and jolting you from your thoughts. Alastor’s brown eyes flicked toward you, his chewing halting mid-bite. Without a word, he reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked in a softer tone, grabbing a napkin to dab his lips.

“Ye-Yes.” You forced a small smile, squeezing his hand in return. It was surprisingly warm. “I was just… thinking.”

“About?”

“Huh…” You hesitated, searching for an excuse. “Are you sure it’s not a problem taking me to the station?”

“Nonsense.” His grin widened, but his eyes lingered on you just a moment longer. “My dear, when I extend an invitation, exceptions tend to be made.” 

“But the policy-!” 

Alastor’s hand withdrew, and the sudden loss of warmth left your fingers to curl instinctively as if trying to hold onto the comfort he had just provided. He waved you off in a dismissive gesture, taking another sip of his coffee with a loud, exaggerated slurp. 

“Just a formality.” He casually stated.”If I say so, it’s done. Simple as that” 

You picked the fork, giving an approving nod. “Well, you are the golden boy, after all.” 

He chuckled, leaning in. “And don’t you forget it.”

As the two of you approached the station’s front doors, a cool breeze brushed against your skin, signaling the autumn’s approach. Alastor shot you a quick glance, opening the door for you. “I told you to bring a better coat, darling.”

You tugged your jacket tighter around you, glancing up at the clear sky. “It’s still summer, Alastor. It’s just a little too early.”

Alastor chuckled, following you with his eyes. “Perhaps, but I know better than to trust the weather this time of year.”

You were about to retort when, as soon as you stepped inside, the buzzing of the station cut you off.  “It’s already this busy?” You asked, your eyes tracking each person walking around.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Everyone here is always on time.”

“But yesterday when I stopped by, this place looked like a ghost town .” You looked at the two security officers who paid you no heed besides giving a brief acknowledgment to Alastor.

“That’s because Brown and Mary had an altercation.” He said, one hand gently pushing you forward. “Don’t ask why.”

“Now, I’m truly curious.”

A secretary, clipboard in hand, quickly approached the two of you with a bright smile. “Good morning, Mr. Alastor.” She greeted. “Ma’am.”

“Hello!” You smiled.

“Here’s the paperwork you requested.” She handed him a stack of papers, and he wasted no time in opening the first folder and reading it.

“Thank you.” He said with an approving nod. 

You watched her continue on her way, vanishing into an office. “Nice kid.” Alastor added, still engrossed in the papers. “She’s new here, and she’s already made a huge difference.”

You blinked, feeling Jasper squirming under your coat. “Settle down.”

“We should have left him at my mother’s.”

“But then you’d arrive late.”

Before Alastor could respond, a voice called out from across the hallway, making you two turn towards its owner. “Well, well, if it isn’t the lovely lady herself.”

Ethan approached with a broad grin on his face. “It’s good to see you back.”

Alastor’s grin widened as he smoothly slipped the papers under his arm, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, and glancing down at you. “A pleasant surprise, isn’t it?”

“Indeed it is.” Ethan gave him a knowing look before clearing his throat and shifting his attention to the small bundle in your arms. “May I?”

You chuckled, carefully handing over Jasper, who squirmed in your arms before snuggling against Ethan’s chest. “Sure.” You watched as Ethan adjusted the pup, kissing him on the head. “You’re going to show him the ‘sights,’ aren’t you?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey, it's not my fault he's a magnet.” Ethan laughed heartily. “I bought him some treats and a toy.”

“Don't go around spoiling him too much.” Alastor quickly added while looking down at you. “He's already got enough of that.”

Bark.

“Don’t talk back.”

Bark.

“Jasper.” You scolded, scratching his ear. “Behave.”

“See?” Alastor rolled his eyes, taking your hand. “Now, let’s get you to my office.” He began gently pulling you along. “I have something for you.”

“Talk to you two later.” Ethan called, waving Jasper’s paw as the puppy began whining. “He’s in good hands.”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here? I mean, I’m a little nervous.” You murmured, following him down the hallway. “I only came for a simple visit.”

“There was nothing simple in it.” He grinned,  glancing over his shoulder, pulling you by the hand to keep you by his side. “And, there’s no need to be nervous, darling. I’m here.”

“ Still, people are looking at me .” You mumbled, tugging your lips and giving awkward nods to the passersby.

“Because you’re a looker .” Alastor winked at you. “But seriously, they’re just surprised to put a face to the one who owns my heart. And this is coming from someone who likes to keep his life private.”

“Yet, here you are, showing me off.” You playfully tapped him with your purse, earning a soft snicker from him.

“I have to.” He said, unlocking the door to his office. “It’s almost irresistible not to.” He stepped inside and motioned for you to follow. “Sit, my love.” He placed the stack of papers on his desk, shrugging off his coat and casually throwing it to a loveseat. “I just need to take care of a few things.”

“You mean work?” 

“Hah, hah, yes.” He flashed you a knowing grin. “Can you sort these out for me?”

Your smile faltered, blinking rapidly at him. This has nothing to do with the lack of work experience, but more about the importance and meaning of these papers. “I don’t think I can.” You admitted, grimacing as you watched him glued to a paper in front of him.

Alastor glanced up, eyebrows raised. “Nonsense, my love.” He said with a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “You’ve got more than enough skill to handle this. You’re smart and capable.” He unlocked a drawer, grabbed his notebook and favorite pen, and hastily walked over to where you were. “It’s just some paperwork, nothing to worry about.”

You gave him a doubtful look. “But I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t even know where to start. I mean this is important stuff, Alastor. You shouldn’t trust this to strangers.”

“You’re no stranger, besides you’ll be fine.” Alastor chuckled, guiding you by the shoulders and sitting you down. ”Look, this is easier than you think. The papers are numbered, which makes it easy to follow.” He pointed to the first sheet you held. “Take this one for example. “His finger tapped at the corner of the paper.” Just check the information and make sure it matches the schedule we have for the upcoming broadcast.”

You nodded, still unsure but trying to follow along. “Okay, so I just compare this to the schedule?”

“Exactly.” Alastor encouraged, resting one hand on the back of your chair. “And if anything looks off, just set it aside and I’ll take care of it.”

“And if I mess up?”

Alastor watched you grab the papers and scrutinize each one with a look of confusion on your face. “My dear, you won’t. But even if you do, that’s how you learn. It’s part of the process.”

Your nerves began to settle but not enough to put you at ease. Yet, a small sense of accomplishment bubbled up when you correctly matched the schedule to the paper in your hands.

“See? You’re doing great.” Alastor appraised in a warm tone.

With a tug of your lips, you picked up another paper and cautiously, tried to ignore the knots in your stomach. “Alright, maybe this isn’t so bad.”

“That’s the spirit.”

You smiled nervously as your eyes ran over each sentence. “Maybe I’m not as hopeless as I thought.”

Chuckling under his breath, Alastor gently lifted your chin, and ran his thumb across your bottom lip, locking you in place. “You’re always overthinking things.”

Before you could respond, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “I’ll leave you to it, my love. Take your time. Don’t rush, alright?”

You pressed your fingers against the edges of the paper, crinkling it as you watched Alastor walk toward the door. As soon as he stepped outside and closed it behind him, you exhaled loudly, letting your shoulders slump as you mentally prepared yourself for whatever the day had in store.

A  few hours went by and you eventually found yourself tending to the paperwork with more ease, though it was a bit overwhelming at times. On one side were some papers scattered across the desk with notes about upcoming broadcasts and sponsor contracts that needed checking, and on the other a neat pile of folders already taken care of.

You double-checked a few of the schedules and guest confirmations, making sure everything matched the broadcast timing. You even sorted through a stack of letters that Alastor had left for follow-up, some from eager sponsors wanting to extend their deals, others from show guests confirming their appearance.

Pausing you rubbed your temples as the growing pile of papers seemed to blur perfectly together. There was even a fresh stack of contracts waiting to be signed, but your mind needed a moment's rest. 

Taking a deep breath, you stretched your arms, and pushed yourself off his chair, deciding it was time for a small break. This paperwork was important and it left you worried since this was supposed to be handled by someone with more experience. If you mess this up, he will have to fix it and consume more of his time. 

You couldn’t help but think back to Alastor's high-profile position, and all the responsibilities that came with it. It was no wonder he was always so busy. Before marrying him, you'd occasionally listen to his broadcasts, but you never paid much attention to him or his name beyond the songs he played.

Which had been your main interest.

But now, you couldn’t help but wonder how he managed such a variety of tasks. There were times he came home exhausted, but he never showed it, always keeping a joyful attitude while still pestering you. You should give him more credit for how dedicated he was to his work.

While you attended the paperwork, you had left the radio on, listening to his segment, letting it keep you company. His voice filled the space around you, and for a moment, it almost felt like he was there beside you, broadcasting as you worked.

That is until you heard him describe the body of a woman found in the gardens, her throat deeply slashed. It rattled your spine the way he vividly described the horror. And, you wondered if this is why he was so appealing to his audience.

Alastor didn’t sugarcoat anything to cater to those who wanted to live through rose-colored glasses, always keeping it brutally honest with no qualms about discussing the horrific details of life, showing the world as it truly was, raw and cruel.

A chilling thought crossed your mind as you recalled again how you two had spent the night sleeping in the open, like sitting ducks. And even went out last night. It made your skin crawl, how close you could have become targets. 

That was the first and last time you’d do that. In fact, when you both get home, you two will have a conversation about a curfew. You can’t risk both of your life when that maniac is prowling around. You were far too young to die.

Locking his office behind you, you wandered through the station, taking in the frenzy of activity around you. As you reached the break room, you couldn't help but marvel at how everything was so meticulously organized, with each person deeply invested in their job. Well, this was the best radio station in Obsidian, after all, and considering the competition was just as efficient, it made sense that they worked tirelessly to stay at the top.

While you waited for the coffee machine to brew, you chatted with a few workers. Both men and women were kind and professional, offering helpful tips on how to get the most out of the job. They explained the perks of working at the station and how to use the resources to your advantage, completely oblivious of who you were, treating you just as another new intern who needed help.

You had expected that given the competitive nature of the station, people might try to trip you up to see you fail. But surprisingly, as long as you did your part, everyone seemed happy to let you be.

After a few minutes, you grabbed your coffee and made your way back down the hallway,  pausing at the main broadcast door. This was where Alastor was at the moment, the same room you had visited yesterday.  

You considered bringing him the coffee, but the thought of interrupting him, especially with others in the room who might not appreciate the distraction, made you hesitate to reach for the door. With a soft sigh, you turned on your heels and quietly retraced your steps toward his office.

"Oh, what a surprise to see you here, darling.”

You jumped, spinning around at the honeyed voice that made your stomach twist. “Chloe.”

A pretty smile spread across her red lips as she noticed the eye roll you couldn’t quite hide.“Did Alastor leave breadcrumbs for you, or did you just wander in, hoping to be useful?”

"Still as charming as ever.” You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, gripping the mug in your hand. “Though, I suppose charm works best when it’s not so desperate.”

Her smile was sharp, too perfect to your liking. It made you feel self-conscious about your own imperfections. 

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s not desperation. It’s confidence.” She placed a manicured hand over her heart and added with a slow nod. “A trait some people struggle to fake.”

“Funny.” You let out a dry chuckle, tilting your chin up, managing to feign a well-disguised indifference.“This ‘desperate confidence’ led you to taste my lips before.”

“Aww, you’re adorable.”Chloe chuckled, her voice sweet like syrup was unmistakably poisonous to your ears.“I’ve always found it pathetically entertaining how people like you think they can play at being strong.” Her perfectly arched brows knit together, and a mocking, gracious smile curled her lips. ”Do you really think hiding behind that façade is the answer to all your problems?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, lifting the mug and blowing away the steam before taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact. “Must be a convincing one, if it still keeps you guessing.”

Chloe let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. “It’s an embarrassingly cheap act, my dear.”

“Well.” You gave a small shrug.”If it’s been keeping your delusions well-fed, I’d say it’s doing its job.”

Chloe took a step closer, her smirk widening as she picked apart every little detail of your face."You know, I wouldn't be surprised to find out someone like you needs to be taken care of quite frequently. How long has it been since someone patched you up, fixed your little... accidents?" She pouted her perfect cupid lips in a taunt. “Hm? How long was that?”

You exhaled through your nose, straightening up as her smile grew more predatorily. “If you’re so curious, you could always volunteer.”

“Oh, heavens no. I’d hate to intrude .” She took a step back, placing a hand on her chest. “It would be cruel of me to wear out my mental health over someone like you.”

“I don’t believe you had a very healthy one to start with.” You stepped aside to leave, only to be stopped when her fingers pressed at your shoulder, pushing you back into place.

“Don’t be maaad .” She gave your shoulder a playful tap, stepping past you and walking up to the oval mirror in the hallway. “I understand people need others to feel important… loved. There’s absolutely no shame in that.” 

“Ah, so that’s what this is about.” You exhaled through your nose, tapping a finger against the mug.“You needed me to tell you you’re important?”

“What a bizarre thing to say.” Chloe snorted, casually leaning against the console table, palms pressing against the edges. “I just find it… hmm… let’s say… exhausting for someone like you.” Her eyes lidded and her lips tugged into a sardonic smirk. “But then again, I suppose Alastor is used to cleaning up your messes, isn't he?"

“I didn’t realize you were keeping such close tabs on everything Alastor does for me.” You blinked, your grip on the mug tightening. “Jealous that the only thing you can do is fantasize about what you’ll never have?”

She brought the back of her hand to her mouth, forcing out a well-trained fake giggle. "Well, it’s sweet he’s willing to play the caretaker. Not everyone can keep up with someone so… flimsy. It’s almost pitiful you’d wear out a man with such vigorous energy just because you fail to take accountability for your poor decisions.”

“I suggest you treat that stalker syndrome before it becomes a bigger problem.” You eyed her from head to toe.”It’s not healthy to obsess over someone who’s clearly not interested. A broken heart is a very dangerous disease.”

Chloe pushed herself off the table, taking a few steps forward until her face was inches from yours. You held her gaze without flinching, ignoring the pounding of your heart and the voice in your head telling you to back away. "It will be fun to watch you being discarded once he sees how dreadfully boring you are ." 

You narrowed your eyes, the muscles of your jaw tensing."You talk about being discarded like you aren’t begging to be picked up.” 

“Pathetic.” Chloe’s expression twisted with disdain as she stepped back with a sneer on her lips, looking at you in purest repugnance. “It’s so easy to accuse me of such a thing, but look at yourself.”She rested her hands on her hips, leisurely taking in all the imperfections and weakness she saw in you as your grandmother had done.” Clinging to the miserable scraps of what you used to be, dragging everyone else down with you." 

Chloe took a deep breath, pursing her lips as she came to a halt beside you.  A cold glimmer of malice flashed in her eyes, and her voice dripped with a venomous confession. ”When the rotten burn , all that’s left is ash.“ Her breath was hot against your ear as she leaned in , the whisper was so sultry it sickened you. ” And you’re the kind of rot no one will bother to weep for .” 

Then, she spun on her heels, and strode away, throwing you one last, disgusted glance over her shoulder.

Staggering to the console table, you placed the mug down with a shaky hand. Your trembled fingers gripped at the polished surface, desperately trying to find ground to steady your rattling heart.

Biting your lower lip, you squared up your shoulders, forcing you to even your breathing while shutting your eyes tightly. The pounding of your heart felt like it might shatter the pieces you were trying so hard to keep together. 

What if she was right? You’re clinging to something already dead, wasting time…wasting Alastor’s life for nothing. You admit it, for a moment, giving in to the darkness seemed strangely comforting, deliciously peaceful even.

A deafening buzzing sound began growing louder until it drowned everything out. You hunched forward, hands pressing tightly against your ears. Your breaths became shallow, each one harder to take than the last, pushing you closer to the edge.

Your head pounded with the pressure behind your eyes intensifying with each breath, your skin felt as if it was melting with the scourging blood running through your veins. 

Wobbling from one side to the other, you fought to stay upright as the floor beneath your feet shifted and swayed, threatening to consume you, to drag you down to the void. Your hands shot to grip the console table, your fingers locking around its edge with such force that they began to tingle and numb, straining against the pressure.   

And then, it ceased instantly, leaving behind nothing but silence, broken only by the occasional muffled voices of the radio station employees who were all oblivious to the confrontation that took place.

Panting heavily, you pressed your forehead to the cold surface of the console table, your eyes tracing invisible patterns on the wooden floor while your heart beat erratically in your chest, trying to puncture itself out.

Straightening, you locked eyes with your reflection, a fraud you were starting to grow a very personal dislike. The sight twisted something deep within you, prompting you to abruptly turn away and bury your face in your hands,  trying to erase the image that refused to leave.

" It's okay. " You whispered though you weren’t sure if the words were for yourself or the reflection. " Everything is going to be okay ." You snatched the mug and quickly made your back to Alastor’s office.

Reaching his office, you pulled the key from your pocket and noticed the door slightly ajar. The faint sound of jazz played in the background, and the shuffling of papers made you realize that someone was inside.

Alastor had told you once that certain people around here tend to do everything to stay at the top and he has to take precautionary steps to ensure his position by keeping his office locked in order to prevent the leeches in the station from stealing his content. 

With a huff, you pushed the door with your left forearm, glaring at the intruder.  But to your surprise, there was no stranger, only Alastor, who was deeply engrossed in one of the organized stacks of papers.

His humming ceased as soon as he saw you, and an instant grin spread across his face. “ There you are.” He said, placing the papers down and quickly making his way toward you with open arms. “I knew you had it in you.” He pulled into the office, closing the door with a light kick.

“How long-!”

“Long enough to miss you, hah, hah.” Alastor´s laughter filled the room as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, taking the mug from your hand before you could protest.

“Coffee? How thoughtful.” He teased, raising an eyebrow and taking a quick sip, only to pause to inspect the dark liquid. “Tastes like lipstick and sugar.” 

Blinking up at him, and despite still rattled from your encounter with Chloe, you managed to keep your tone soft and steady. “Well, I thought about bringing you coffee, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be interrupting.” You pursed your lips. “I’m sure there’s someone else to bring you some.”

Alastor smirked, swirling the mug in his hand. “True, we do have people for that. But you should’ve stopped by to say hello.” He smirked down at you. “I’m not much of a sugar person but your lips I can take it.” Alastor chuckled, running his hand down your left arm, and wrapping itself around your wrist, dragging you along.

“As I suspected, you did a wonderful job, my dear.” Alastor pulled the chair out from the desk, motioning for you to sit. “I’m very impressed with how much you pay attention to details.” He handed you the coffee, resting one hand on the desk and the other on the back of the chair, slightly leaning in.

You blinked, your gaze drifting down to the dark contents of the mug in your hands. Your fingers tightened around it as you shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. You turned to face him, but as he stepped closer, you instinctively leaned away, feeling the nervousness pooling in your stomach. “What?”

Alastor smiled, his eyes leisurely roaming around your face as if it was studying your own very soul.” Heavens above .” He murmured. “ You are absolutely lovely .” 

“Alastor!” You pressed your knees together and narrowed your eyes, looking away. “Stop that.”

“It’s true.” Two long fingers reached for your chin, gently turning you to face him again. “My eyes could never tire of you.”

Sighing, you gently jerked your chin away with a roll of your eyes, taking a slow sip of coffee. The first time he’d tried something like this during your courting days, you’d swung at him, only for him to catch your fist with ease and spend the next ten minutes laughing about it.

You wondered if he still had those reflexes.

“Do it.”

“What?” Your frown deepened, unsure if you’d heard him right.

Alastor chuckled, fingers grazing your chin with light, teasing scratches while his brows arched in defiance. "I still have my wits, darling."

“Knock it off, Alastor.” You slapped his hand away, taking the final sip of your coffee before setting the mug down. 

“Stop what?” He chuckled, tapping his fingers against the back of your chair, feigning innocence.

Shaking your head, you grabbed the papers in front of you, carefully reading them until something made you pause. Your brows slowly furrowed in confusion and you brought the paper closer to your face. “Alastor?”

“Yeees?”

You looked up at him, then back at the paper. "Is this-?"

“A job application.”  He laughed, dragging a chair beside you and settling in it. With a casual flick of his wrist, he snatched the paper from your hands, pointing at the blank space. “I took the liberty of filling it out for you. All that’s left is your signature, and voilà. My dazzling, super smart, personal secretary.”

You blinked at him. “I-What?”

“I was so exhilarated to have you here yesterday that I just had to put you to the test.” Alastor placed the application down, smoothly twirling a pen between his fingers before offering it to you with a wink. “And you, my lovely cherry, you passed, hah, hah, hah.” His voice was noticeably chirpier than it had been this morning, it almost made you wince.

"I’ll handle everything.” He began counting on his fingers, leaning back in his seat as his gaze drifted toward one of his signed jazz records.” Your desk, your schedule, your perks, your breaks. All carefully arranged by your doting, charming husband, of course, heh heh." 

"I-!" You raised the pen, ready to interject, but quickly swallowed your words as he continued.

" We can even flirt a little .” 

” But-!”

“Just imagine .” Alastor stretched out in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as his gaze now remained on the ceiling. “You and I, working together as a team to bring the finest entertainment to our dear audience in Obsidian.”

“Alastor!”

“I know, I know” He raised a hand, preventing you from continuing, before slipping an arm around you, his brown eyes locking onto yours. “I may have once said the only job you could get was a teaching position.” 

“The truth is, I was… upset. You were, surprisingly, getting my nerves, and I let my temper get the better of me. Now, being a teacher isn’t a bad thing, of course, but…oh, who am I kidding?” He sighed, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you closer. “That idiotic remark has been gnawing at me ever since I spat it out, and I owe you an apology.”

“I…that was a long time ago.” You replied in a soft voice.

“ Yes , but it has been haunting me ever since.” Alastor said, letting you go and tapping his fingers on the desk with a soft exhale. “And if I remember correctly, you once said you regretted marrying me.” He reached up, gently tugging at a strand of your hair, winding it around his finger.

“At that time, I did regret it.” You admitted, not wanting to recall all those moments.

“And now?” He asked quietly while slowly leaning in. There was undoubtedly a longing eagerness for your answer. “ Do you regret having me as a husband ?”

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but where are you two going to… lunch?” Ethan stood at the door with a box in his hands, and Jasper inside it. “Oh, I thought…huh.”

Alastor’s smile faltered for a moment, shooting Ethan a glare. “You didn’t think to knock?” 

“I…might have kinda forgotten.”  Ethan admitted impishly, glancing between the two of you. "Sorry about that."

“Wait…” You jolted in your seat, standing up quickly and feeling his arm slip from your back. “Am I... taking Ethan’s position?”

“What??? No.” Ethan scoffed, throwing a pointed glare at Alastor, who let out a loud laugh. “I’m a broadcaster , Y/n.” He puffed out his chest with pride. “One of the main broadcasters, in fact. Right after your annoying husband.”

“Oh!”

Alastor paused his laughter and stood up, gently pressing his hands onto your shoulders, forcing you to sit back down. “Ethan sometimes took care of my matters, and I, his. You know, the usual exchange.”

“We have secretaries for that .” Ethan interjected. “But some things need to be handled personally. Like, for example, the main segments that require utmost attention, the kind of…” He trailed off, glancing down at Jasper, who was furiously pawing at the box to get your attention. “Relax, fur ball. She ain’t going anywhere.”

“So, why the box?” You asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Oh, this?” He chuckled with a sly smirk while lifting it. “I get more dames with him in it.” 

“Predictable.”

“Take a hike, pal.” Ethan shot a glare at Alastor. “Some of us have to impress people.”

“And some of us simply exist and do it effortlessly.” Alastor flashed a smug grin.

“Bragging is a sin.” Ethan scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“So is envy, dear friend.” Alastor leaned in with a knowing smirk. “I’d be careful. You might burn twice as fast.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Mhm!”

Silently watching the back-and-forth with a raised eyebrow, you couldn’t help but scoff loudly, catching both of their attention. “Then who am I stealing the position from?”

“You’re not stealing anything.” Alastor snickered, striding over to Ethan and swiping the pup out of the box.

“Hey!” Ethan protested, shooting a glare at Alastor. “Not the pup.”

“Job positions are always open.” Alastor scratched Jasper’s head, stopping just in front of you, with Ethan peeking around his side. “And I thought why not have my darling work alongside me.”

“Some couples find it tedious to work in the same workplace. You…” Ethan trailed off when Alastor shot him a glare over his shoulder. “You know what, I’ll just walk myself out.” 

“Please do.” Alasor watched the door close, before turning his full attention to you, with Jasper dangling happily in his left hand, his tail wagging excitedly. “Don’t mind him, he’s just a sour little child.”

“Aren’t you both the same age?”

…

Clearing your throat, you looked away, pressing your hands together between your knees as you tried to brush away the look he gave you. Working here? Especially with that snake strolling around, it's quite disheartening. Not to mention, as much as you wanted to spend more time with Alastor, you couldn’t rely on him for everything, as Chloe had so venomously pointed out. Not to mention, your grandmother looming around.

You need to grow… on your own. To take control of your life.

Also, Ethan wasn’t wrong either, you two could bore with each other fairly quickly. “Don’t let his words influence your decision, my love.” Alastor’s voice cut through your thoughts as if he had read your mind. “It’s impossible to be bored with you.” He winked, still rooted in the same place.

But, how about your grandmother? If she comes back-!

“Give it a thought, hm?” Alastor’s voice softened, taking his seat beside you, giving you Jasper who eagerly tried to lick your face, his tiny paws pushing against your chest. “If you'd like a lighter schedule, I can make it happen. Everything for you.”

“But…I…”

"Think about it. We both know you have what it takes." He leaned rubbing the back of his index finger against your cheek. "We can get into sooo much trouble together ."

Feeling vulnerable under his gaze, you averted your gaze, before gently pushing his hand away. “That’s…inappropriate.”

Alastor, however,  took your hand in a firm grip, his mischievous eyes never leaving yours. “Inappropriate?" He teased with a slight tilt of his head. “Darling, it's just a little fun, not a commitment.”  

You tried to pull your hand away, but instead, he brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the tips of your fingers. "You can resist all you want.“ He chuckled with a grin. ”But I’m not offering anything more than a good time ."

"Knock it off, Mr." You pursed your lips, choosing to play along with his act to ease the tension. "My husband won’t exactly be thrilled about this."

Alastor gasped, leaning back dramatically. "Good heavens, you're married ?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small laugh that slipped out while you tried to free your hand from his grasp. "Yes, I am."

"How delightful." He chuckled, gently bringing your hand to the center of his chest. "Does he know how endearing his wife is?"

"I'm sure he knows exactly what he's got." You finally managed to tug your hand free. 

His brown eyes lidded as he propped his elbow on the desk, resting his cheek against his fist.  “He must really be a charming, dazzling fella for being able to win over such a beautiful dame.”

“I suppose he has his moments.” You blinked, pausing for a moment. “And despite being a given around here, yes. He does speaks French.”

“Oh?” Alastor’s grin widened. “How fitting.”

“Mhm.” You closed your eyes, nodding casually. “It's one of the things he happens to be good at.”

“So a  well-educated man is your weakness?” Alastor paused for a moment, his eyebrows slowly arching as he scooted his chair a bit closer to yours.” I can only imagine how impressive that must roll off his tongue.”

“Well...yes...” You took in a breath, shrugging. “Since some have forgotten to hone their French, he can teach you if you're looking to upgrade your skills."

“Un vrai gentleman, alors.” Alastor exclaimed with an exaggerated tone, bringing a hand to his chest as if truly impressed. “Je comprends que vous le trouviez irrésistible.”

You began patting Jasper, stifling a smile. " I wouldn't say I find him irresistible.”

"Tu es non seulement d'une beauté envoûtante, mais aussi cruelle."

“Cruel? Not at all.” You chuckled, turning your head. “However, I would kindly appreciate it, if you didn’t cross the line.”

Alastor’s expression shifted, something playfully darker flickering behind his eyes. He leaned in just a little closer, his tone growing softer. "I’m afraid, darling, that line has always been blurry whenever my eyes fall on you." His gaze lingered on yours for a moment longer than it should’ve, slowly traveling to your lips. "Tu as de belles lèvres.”

You swallowed, suddenly aware of how close he was. "Well!" You leaned back, placing some space between you two. "That doesn’t mean you get to cross it whenever you feel like it."

His grin softened, though it never completely disappeared. "Oh, you’re doing things to me." He admitted. “The temptation is irresistible."

“Okay, okay.” You stood up and began pacing around the office. “ I give up.”

Alastor’s gaze followed your every move, a slow smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “Oh? Just like that?” His voice was smooth, dripping with amusement. “I must say, you’re not nearly as stubborn as you pretend to be.”

You rolled your eyes, glancing back at him as you continued your pacing. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Insufferable, yet utterly irresistible.” He laughed, resting his hands behind his head.

You halted mid-step, turning to face him with a smirk.“I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or you just enjoy messing with me.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Why not both?”

You shook your head with a soft chuckle, fully turning to him. "You’re a handful, you know that?”

“You have no idea, my dear.” Alastor stood up from his seat and walked up to you. ”But I must admit, I do enjoy a good challenge."

You sighed, pressing your lips against Jasper's head, giving light, consecutive kisses. Alastor’s hands reached for your forearms, gently turning you to face him. He took a step closer, his gaze still searching yours as if waiting for some sort of confirmation. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” He asked, his voice holding a hint of dismay mixed with his usual charm. 

“You truly want to start anew with me .” His words weren't a question this time, but more of a statement to solidify his own thoughts, almost as if he needed to convince himself this was truly happening.

You held his gaze for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest. And, for a brief moment, you could almost see the excitement peeking through the confident exterior he always wore. It was a little bit endearing, if you may say so.

Before you could even process the thought, Alastor’s eyes shifted between yours and your lips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours for a mere moment before you turned your head away. 

“What’s the matter?” He pulled back, tilting his head, gently turning your chin to face him. 

“I-!”

“Is it because of my no-touch rule?” He teased while arching an eyebrow. “I know I told you before I had to initiate contact, but as you may know, I’ve grown accustomed to it.” He paused for a moment, briefly looking away. “Well… with you, at least. I never thought I’d be so comfortable with it, but here we are." He chuckled, tapping your nose lightly. “Still, I might need a little more time before I’m completely at ease.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you quickly cleared your throat and stepped aside, forcing yourself to pace around the office, though you could feel his gaze following you, making it harder to focus.

“So, Chloe…” You began, voice a little strained as you glanced between him and the clock behind him.

“What about her?” He asked, shoving his hands inside his pockets. 

“Nothing.” You shrugged. ”I just find it a little odd to see her back, considering, well…everything.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, his voice taking on a more amused tone. “You’d be surprised to know that she’s having an affair with one of the directors.”

“O-Oh!”

"But, that’s not why she got her job back, darling.” Alastor scoffed, leaning against the desk and crossing his arms. “And frankly, their lack of subtlety is embarrassing. They’re practically a joke around here.”

“Then why did she come back?” You pressed, trying to keep a cool demeanor as you placed Jasper on one of the loveseats.

Alastor’s brow twitched, his eyes darkening as he slightly leaned back, his posture stiffening with irritation. He loved gossip as much as anyone, but this particular subject had grown to be quite tiresome, especially when he was being dragged into it. “She claimed she had a juicy little scandal, and a list of blacklisted fellas that O’Bannyon might find particularly helpful for his campaign.” 

Your stomach tightened. “And you listened to her?”

“I didn’t have much choice.” He admitted in a clipped tone, now drumming his fingers on the edge of the desk. “She’d already reached out to O’Bannyon, buttering him up with promises of her so-called ‘information’, and in return, she’d get her job back. And as expected, he contacted me directly, and asked me to see what I could make of it.”

You frowned, unease creeping up your spine. “And the information she gave you…is it real?”

“As true as I’m standing right here.” Alastor stated, though his expression remained unreadable.

“Well, doesn’t that seem… I don’t know. ”You hesitated, lowering your voice as if the walls themselves might be listening. “Dangerous? Or illegal?”

“Potentially.” Alastor admitted with a wry smile, shrugging as if to brush off the seriousness of the situation he was in. “But O’Bannyon has always been willing to play with fire if it meant winning the game. And as for Chloe...” His voice shifted, turning bitter. “She’s just desperate enough to risk scorching herself if it means squirming her way into favor. Honestly, it’s embarrassing. I’d pity her if she weren’t so dreadfully boring.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, eyeing him silently before your tone turned almost sour. “I believe it’s more in your favor.” 

Alastor’s smile tightened, shifting between amusement and irritation. His brown eyes dragged to your figure, his fingers tightening their grip on the desk. “Is that what you think?” 

You shrugged, trying to keep your voice light as you turned to meet his gaze. There was a coldness in them, the type that reminded you of those books where death was always around the corner. “She doesn’t exactly hide it, Alastor. I know she has a thing for you. Subtlety isn’t her strong suit.”

“If I gave a damn about all the people who wanted a piece of me, I'd be a gazillionaire, my dear.” Alastor’s voice was rich with disdain despite displaying his trademark grin. “But you’re correct. Subtlety is not a card Chloe plays well. She’s predictable as a broken clock.” 

You tilted your head, dragging the tip of your tongue over the back of your teeth. “And yet, she still managed to worm her way back in.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed in thought, resting his chin between his thumb and index finger.“She’s good at knowing where to dig, I’ll give her that. But she underestimates the people she gets involved with. And that’s where she’ll fall short.”

“I can only imagine this being a circus.” 

Alastor released a dry chuckle with a slight sneer tugging at the corner of his lips. ”Not even close, at least the clowns at the circus are entertaining and laughable.” He pushed himself off, encircling the table and sitting down. “It’s impossible to find any genuine laugh in her misery.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, your attention fully on him now. It wasn’t like him to admit something so... darkly candid. “Why would you find any amusement in someone’s misery, Alastor?”

“Hm?” He glanced at you, one brow arched while holding the faintest smile you’d ever seen. The lack of enthusiasm in his gaze made him appear like a completely different person.

“I-I said…” You sat on the chair in front of his desk, shifting in your seat, pressing your knees together. “She has as much beauty as she has an awful personality.”

“Beauty means nothing when there’s no character, my dear.” His tone was unexpectedly acidic, and for a moment, behind his eyes lurked an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

Completely unlike the Alastor you were used to.

“She’s attracted to power, and when she can’t get what she wants, she becomes nothing more than a whiny, temperamental child. Throwing fits, making threats. I kid you not, those are just as hollow as the empty look in her eyes and humorless, smooth brain.”

“Hmm!” You nodded absentmindedly, but his words barely registered. Your mind had already begun to drift, taking with it the glimmering of your eyes.

Digging your fingernails into your knees, your chest began tightening as a sharp pang of jealousy struck you. Chloe was bold, fearless, and shameless. She didn’t care about the reputation she had to uphold, nor had any qualms about staking her claim on whatever, or rather, whomever, she desired.

And you had noticed, how her eyes burned with desire for Alastor, how they swelled when the obstacle she deemed unworthy of his affection dismissed him like he was nothing.

Not to mention the creepy tabs she has been keeping on you. 

The moment his voice reached your ears again, you blinked, snapping back to reality. Alastor’s tone had shifted from pellucid to sharp and almost heated. You’d think someone who is constantly talking would have their voice a little worn off but not him. His voice was as clear as the incessant chirps of the morning birds.

“The way she leaves a bad feeling among the folks around here, I suspect she won't last long.” He continued, oblivious to your solitary trip. “She bluntly flaunts like she is some sort of a rare prize to be worshipped. Thinks very highly of herself, as if the world owns her just for existing. I can only watch as she strolls through the door, all smiles and with a complete lack of shame on that face.”

You could almost feel the distaste radiating off him. The way he spoke about her…there was no hint of amusement, no sympathy for the woman who had tried to insert herself into his life.

“Darling?”Alastor’s voice broke through your haze, your silence catching his attention. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You blinked, startled to find him now kneeling before you, trapping your hands with his. It never ceased to amaze you how big his hands were compared to yours. Almost like a bear's paw. It had scared you when he asked to hold your hands during the announcement of your engagement. “What? Oh, it’s nothing.”

“Don’t you ‘nothing’ me.” He began rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles, looking deeply into your (e/c) eyes. “Come now, out with it. You know I’ll drag it out of you eventually. And I won’t be gentle.”

You hesitated, your hands twisting in his, feeling his grip tighten. You hated being the center of attention, especially when there was no escape route. “I saw Chloe leaving our house once. After our return from the trip. You two…spend a lot of time there.”

Alastor remained silent for a second, then erupted into a rich, incredulous laughter that made you wince and instinctively pull your hands away. “ Why are you laughing?” You demanded, glaring at him.

With one hand on his head, while the other rested on his stomach, Alastor almost lost his balance when you stood up and pushed him away.“That?” He followed you with his head, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. ” That was the day she came in after kissing O’Bannyon’s ass.” 

“I don’t think she’s interested in O’Banyon’s favor .” You shot back, balling up your fists and glaring at him. “She certainly seemed to be after something else. Or better, someone .”

Alastor’s smile faltered, and his expression shifted into one of pure disgust. “OH, good lord, is that what’s been gnawing at you?” He stood with an exasperated scoff. “I can’t stand her since the very first day I met her. I thought I made it pretty clear.”

You glared at him sideways before letting your shoulders slump and running a comforting hand over your arms. Her venomous words slithered back to you, reminding you of Alastor's role in your life.

Just a caretaker to a feeble woman.

Pursing your lips, you exhaled quietly, not meeting his eyes. “If you ever want… I don’t know… something sunnier, I wouldn’t blame you. I mean, I’m not exactly someone you’d-”

“Stop .” He cut you off. You’d have preferred his usual mocking look over the cold, piercing one he now wore.“Why would you think so little of me? Of yourself?” 

“Haven’t I made myself clear?” He took a step closer, his hands resting firmly on your arms as he gently pulled you toward him. “I didn’t go to great lengths to destroy someone  I care about for the sake of a venomous fool. Where did you get this ridiculous idea from?”

You swallowed, still not meeting his eyes. You can’t stand his conversation. This thing is burning inside of you. This… thing had brought so much pain. To both of you.

“Oh, my lovely, daisy.” Alastor lifted your chin, his thumb brushing along the curve of your bottom lip while his other hand rested on your arm. It felt so warm and welcoming. “You worry your pretty little head with meaningless things.” 

You frowned, sinking your nails into your palms. “ Why are you smiling, Alastor?”

“I have to ask.” His voice was laced with amusement, and the devilish glimmer in his eyes made you purse your lips. “Are…you jealous ?”

“Are you being serious right now?” You sputtered, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep your composure.

“I’m sorry, my dear. It’s just... I’ve never seen you so worked up before.” He let you go, trying to cup your face in his hands.” If I'm not mistaken, this is the first time I see you are publicly conveying jealousy. It’s quite flattering, honestly.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, you shook your head and pushed his hands away. “I’m not jealous. I’m just concerned , that's all.”

Alastor’s laughter rang through the room as he followed you around, catching your hand and spinning you back toward him. “I can finally check this off my bucket list.” He teased with a wide, playful smirk. “My wife finally expressed jealousy about someone else wanting my attention.”

“You’re a grown man, Alastor.” You groaned, swatting his hands away, as you stood in the middle of the office, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

“At this moment, I am a child in Candyland.” He grinned, clearly enjoying the situation.

Bark.

“Thank you.” He chuckled, gesturing with his head toward Jasper. “Even the dog agrees with me.”

“Oh, please.” You dug your nails into your arms, your eyes scanning him from head to toe, a move you quickly regretted as you noticed how it seemed to very much pleased him. “A woman who’s been pining over you for I don’t know how long, a known troublemaker if I may add, pays an unwanted visit to my house, and now she’s here using dirt she’s collected on people just to get close to you? I’m just concerned . Don’t you see something is off here?”

“What a glamorous sight you are.” Alastor sighed, watching you with lidded eyes.”I love it. I love seeing you like this.” 

“That horsefly apparently can’t have you because of me .” You tapped your chest, gritting your teeth as you paced, occasionally glancing at him. “Like-like I was the one who chased after you in the first place.” You came to an abrupt halt , pointing at him a few times.” I never chased after you , I never gave you my precious time. You are the one who came after me. ”

You exhaled sharply, hands falling to your sides as your husband stayed exactly where he was, observing you with a lazy expression, hands resting behind his back. “Happy now?”

“Absolutely .” He walked up to you, taking your hands in his. ”I don’t want this overwhelming feeling to ever go away, not now, nor in the afterlife.”

“Very funny.” You huffed, still glaring.

“I have an idea.” Alastor said, lifting your hands to kiss them softly.

“You’re going to replace the furniture?”You asked, feeling his hands twitch in yours.“I forgot we have some at the garage-!”

“Heavens, no.” He laughed, though secretly praying you wouldn’t mention it. He’d hidden it specifically to avoid replacing them. “I was thinking more about the job. What do you say? My lovely, gorgeous, personal secretary, hmm?” He twirled you, pulling you close until your hands rested on his chest.

“I’ll think about it.” You replied, your tone more resigned than he liked. It didn’t amuse him.

“If it's because of that dumb Dora, please don’t give her another thought. I certainly don’t.” He confessed, oblivious to the thought that Chloe wasn’t the only thing troubling you. “Just say yes for a second time, my love. Give this fool in love the reason to carve your name deeper in his soul.”

“I-!”

“Imagine what we can do together?” He mused, glancing away with a soft smile adorning his lips. "An office romance, like those butterfly novels Ethan reads. A love story with no end.”

"I’m not sure how you plan to handle all of this…work, distractions, and me."

Alastor grinned, his hold tightening as he nudged your nose with his. “You’d be amazed at what I can handle, my dear.”

“I will let you know.”

“My love.” He chuckled, taking you by the hand and leading you back to the desk. “A little bit of excitement never hurts anyone. You'd benefit immensely.”

“With this shameless flirting of yours?” You arched a brow. 

“Oh, you think you can resist me?" Alastor's chuckle was low and rich, almost like a purr as he stepped closer, his hand warm against the small of your back, guiding you to your seat." I know precisely how to get under your skin."

"Hm!"

"Doubt me?" Alastor slid into the seat beside you, his arm draping over your shoulder as he gently tilted your chin toward him. “I’ve been eager to try out a few new tricks. I vividly remember how you resisted every single one.”

“I didn’t resist." You blinked at him, noticing his smile grow as he slightly tilted his head to the side. "I just wasn’t impressed.”

“Is that so? You’ll change your tune soon enough, love. I’m just getting started.”

"Alastor." You chuckled, pushing his hand away.

"See, my lovely daisy?" His long fingers wrapped around your hand. " We are already on the same page."

"You must be delusional." You smiled, watching his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Careful now, love." Alastor chuckled. "You're playing a dangerous game."

"What?" This time it was your turn to chuckle. "Is it because I don't fall for your charms as easily as you think?"

"Then may I try something else?" His voice dropped, his fingers slipping from your hand, only to find your chin once more, tilting your head up. 

"I wonder-!"

"Just a  little experiment, darling." His breath ghosted over your skin, the space between you growing dangerously close. "I promise you will enjoy it."

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the arm around your shoulders keeping you firmly in place. His brown eyes seemed to have a red tint in them, stealing the words from your lips and scattering any coherent thoughts from your mind. "Alastor...?" 

A slow, knowing grin spread on his lips, his fingers tilting your face just a little bit more. "Shhh!"

Chapter Text

“What I won't do for you. ” Alastor muttered under his breath with his eyes half-lidded, and a faint, bored smile tugging at his lips as he slowly fastened his tie before your vanity mirror. 

He wondered how you managed to get your way with him. To be honest, you've never been the kind of dame to give in easily to anything, and do trust, he knows that better than most. That’s why, after days and days of bothering you, you finally got so fed up that you came up with a deal of your own. 

It almost brought his heart to a stop when he saw how cunning you can be. And in order to get what he wants, he has to give you what you demanded, even if that's not his style at all.

“Are you ready?” You came out of the bathroom, sauntering across the bedroom with your head slightly tilted to the left as you just finished clasping your left pearl earring. 

“Almost, dear.” Alastor replied, his eyes following your figure through the mirror.

“Stop stalling, Alastor.” You scoffed, furrowing your thin brows and walking up to him. “You promised .” You turned him around by the shoulders, swatting his hand away and fastening his tie yourself. 

“And I am fulfilling it.” He replied in a quipping tone, bending down a little to make it easier for you since you were much shorter than him.

“After that, you can go to work.” You smoothed his shirt with your hands, gliding them over his shoulders the best you could, making sure he looked presentable enough.

“Darling-!”

“Don’t, darling me, Alastor.” You handed him his coat and turned away.  “You shook my hand, remember?” You glanced over your shoulder, putting on your coat and hat.

…

“Are you backing down now?” You raised an eyebrow, fully turning to him and watching him with suspicion. “Because if you are, then our little deal is off.” 

“You know better than anyone.” Alastor said, sliding one arm at a time into his coat, never taking his eyes off you. “ I don’t back down on my word, my love.”

Grabbing your handbag, you slung it over your forearm while slightly jutting your chin. “There’s a first time for everything.” 

“Sacrilegious.” He scoffed with a laugh. “It wounds me knowing you have little faith in me.”

“Well, doubting is human nature.” You stated, then held his eyes for a moment, before pointing a gloved finger at him. “I like how your moustache is coming out.” 

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about letting it grow for quite some time.” He mused, running his index and thumb over it. “But I always wondered if you’d like it.”

“You don’t have to worry about what I think or like.” You waved dismissively at him before walking out of the room with him trailing behind.

Alastor’s chuckle rumbled in his chest, his eyes locked on your back as he gently closed the bedroom door behind him, following you down the hallway toward the stairs. “I don't want to look unattractive to my beautiful wife.”

“You’re attractive even in rags.”

Alastor stopped at the top of the staircase, one hand resting on the polished, dark wood handrail, and the other over his chest. “My gorgeous wife finds me appealing.”

You stopped halfway down the stairwell and slightly turned to him with a quirked eyebrow. “Everyone finds you attractive, Alastor.”

“I couldn’t care less about these ‘ everyone's’, my beloved.” He resumed his slow descent. “I only care about what you think.”

“I told you a few times I found you to be attractive.” You stated with a small shake of your head, before resuming your descent, the heels of your shoes echoing in the living room.

“If you ask me, those aren’t nearly enough.”

“You’re being greedy.”

“Greed suits me when it comes to you.” He grabbed his keys and tugged you along as you paused to crouch and pet Jasper. 

“Come, my dear. You’ll have plenty of time to play with the fur ball once you’re home.”

“Bye, Jasper.” You walked out the door, trotting around the porch and stopping in front of the large living room window, tapping the glass and giggling as the little pup scraped at the glass with his tiny paws. “Mommy will be back soon.”

“Mommy ?”

“What about it?” You straightened, holding one side of your coat as he sifted through the mess of keys in his hand, not sparing you a glance. 

“That’s just silly, my dear.” He locked the door and started toward the car, with you following just a step behind.

“Silly? What’s wrong with loving your pets?” You stammered as you tried to keep up with his long legs.”I like to think they deserve as much love as a parent gives to their children.”

“You’re really leaning into the whole pet parent thing, aren’t you?” Alastor unlocked the car and opened the door for you. “If he expects some sort of father  treatment from me, he’ll be very disappointed.”

You slid into the seat with a grin, watching him get into the car and shut the door with a loud sigh. “Loosen up a little, Alastor. I’m not asking you to wear matching sweaters with him… yet.”

“Just promise me you won’t start filling out holiday cards from ‘Mommy and Jasper.’ That’s where I draw the line, darling.” He sounded and looked completely unaffected, but you knew he was very much disgruntled about such an outrageous thought.

You laughed against the back of your hand, before your eyes fell to the window, where Jasper stared and barked at you while still scraping at the window. “I find it astonishing how he’s got you wrapped around those tiny, fuzzy paws.”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d say you’re jealous of a dog.” You looked at your husband with a small smile, noticing him blinking one eye at a time.

“Hah, hah, I love your funny bone, my dear.” He kept his eyes ahead, then started the engine, and slowly drove down the cobbled stone driveway, toward the wrought-iron gate that separated the property from the tree-lined street of the quiet neighborhood.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” You grabbed his forearm as he paused with the door half-open, getting ready to open the gate. “Here!”

“Darling, you know I’m not much of a hat person.” Alastor said, blinking from the hat to your bright smile, clearly wondering how you’d slipped out of the house with it unnoticed. Probably hidden behind your coat.

“And if I put this rose pin on it?” You grinned, holding the hat up again, nearly nudging it right under his nose.

Alastor chuckled, pushing past the hat to pinch your cheek. “I love how cheeky you can be.”

Half of the ride was done in silence. 

Your hat, once adorned with a dozen pinned flowers on its sides, now held only half as many. The reason is very simple. Your husband had demanded more and refused to leave until you handed them over. 

You tried to explain that it wasn't very masculine, and others would mock him for it. But Alastor simply gave you a dull look paired with a matching smile, got out of the car, lit a cigarette, and watched Jasper from afar. 

Ignoring your protests, while apparently deep in thought, he continued staring at the window, the smoke from his cigarette slowly curling upward before the breeze took it. His mind had already drifted to the day you’d made him put up those little stairs so the pup could bark at every poor bird or squirrel that dared to trespass. 

He had just returned home utterly drained, not from the broadcasting or the various interviews, but from a drawn-out meeting with Mr. O’Bannyon regarding the delay of the upcoming elections. The delay itself wasn’t due to politics, but some scandalous gossip swirling around the opposition. Something that his boss wanted to exploit feverishly, since the new candidates that poured into the Mayor position were rather promising for the future of Obsidian. 

And then there was Chloe.

His boss had insisted on bringing her along since she knew exactly what was needed to solidify his application. That’s the whole reason why she was accepted back into the radio station. For a man who always liked to be in control and didn’t take kindly to being interrupted when speaking, he was so out of touch that he didn’t realize when she’d “innocently” cut him off whenever he drifted too far into his insufferable rants. 

Her icy eyes never once looked at the man. No, no. Her attention was solely on Alastor, studying him with something between admiration and contempt while expecting some sort of acknowledgement from his part.

He offered none. Alastor had better things to do than waste time on a Dumb Dora. Still, he’d keep an eye out for her. If she thinks she can manipulate her way back into the radio station without consequences, she is dangerously mistaken.

Alastor’s internal moment was broken when you glanced at your watch and realized how late you were. When you accused him of doing it on purpose, he not only shamelessly confirmed your suspicion but made it clear he wasn’t leaving without those flowers pinned to his hat.

“I hope you’re happy .” You muttered, folding your arms and glaring at the dried-out mosquito on the windshield. “I wanted a front-row seat.”

“Anywhere will do, my dear.” He replied, resting his right elbow on the window as he shifted gears. “I, for once, find the last row quite pleasant.”

“No, it’s not.” You huffed, adjusting your coat at the shoulders. “Can you at least hide your boredom a little?”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Alastor leaned forward, stopping at an intersection and checking the deserted road before continuing the drive. “I am fashioning a smile, aren’t I?”

“Why do you blink your eyes one at a time?” You tapped your fingers against your arms, raising an eyebrow and looking at him sideways. “I’ve noticed it a few before, but I thought maybe it was a tic or some kind of ailment.”

“Ah! You’ve uncovered my secret. I’m half-gecko! ” He blinked his eyes one at a time, but much slower. “The shame! The scandal! Will you still love me despite my lizard heritage?”

“Wh-what?”

“Would you still love me if I were a lizard, darling?”

“I don’t—what?” You fidget in your seat, slowly turning to him and uncrossing your arms. ”Alastor, if you're mocking me, I swear I will hide all your socks.”

“Picture it, my sweet.“ He continued, never taking his eyes off the road and using his right hand to make a smooth, sliding gesture in front of you. ”Me basking on a sunlit rock, shedding every now and then, crawling up walls, and bringing you tiny offerings. Romantic, no?”

“No!!” You knitted your brows, leaning back as you watched his exuberant smile grow. ”That’s weird, Alastor.”

“Oh? I think it’s rather charming.”

“Really?”

“Entirely.”

“Alright then.” You squinted your eyes suspiciously at him, staring hard at his smiling profile. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”

He glanced at you sideways and scoffed loudly. “Good gracious, no. That’s awful.”

“What?! Why is a gecko acceptable but a worm crosses the line?”

“Geckos have personality, darling. Worms are just…ugh, unglamorous.”

You opened your mouth to argue and then closed it. Better not to engage in this silliness, otherwise, he’d launch a full-on prattle mode that would drag until nightfall. “Just hurry. It’s your fault we’re late anyway.”

“Hoh hoh hoh.” Alastor laughed, his eyes suddenly blazing with life. “By your grace, we'll be in hell sooner than later. I wonder…what kind of demon you’d be.”

You gasped, planting both hands in the small space between you. “What a terrible thing to say, Alastor.” 

Alastor snickered. “What? A demon?”

“Yes , a demon!!!”

He laughed, glancing at you. “And what do you think you’d look like? I’m guessing… a rabbit demon? Or maybe a koala? A stubborn little goat, a tea-drinking doe, a praying mantis.....a worm?”

You narrowed your eyes and lifted a finger, ready to fire back, but he held up a hand, still grinning. “Don’t look so offended. I’m sure whatever demon you’d be, you’d find a way to charm even the devil himself. I know I’d still be under your spell.”

“Stop looking at me and keep your eyes on the road.” You snapped with a huff, crossing your arms and turning your knees in the opposite direction.

The moment those words left your lips, your eyes widened, and your feet flattened against the car floor with one hand wrapped around Alastor’s forearm in a deadly grip while the other scrambled against the window, searching for anything to hold onto. “ Alastor !!!”

“Hold on, my love." He stepped on the gas, chuckling loudly as his hands gripped the steering wheel. "This infernal trip is going to be unforgettable.”

“This is not funny!!!!” You yelped, swaying side to side, feeling your stomach lurched as the car shot forward, your body pinned against the seat, when he found a stretch of road blissfully clear of cars and pedestrians. “ ALASTOR !!!!!”

He laughed in pure delight, the wind tousling his hair as his foot remained firmly on the gas pedal. Your fingernails nearly pierced through the fabric of your gloves as you desperately clung to him for dear life.

Little by little, before reaching a three-way junction, Alastor began slowing down, bringing the car to a smooth stop. You exhaled a long, ragged breath, shoulders slumping as a shaky hand pressed against your chest, trying to calm your drumming heart. Alastor reached over and pried your fingers off his forearm, slipping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against him. He rubbed the tip of his nose along your high cheekbone, his fangy smile growing as he murmured softly against your skin. “Did it bring back memories of your driving lessons?” 

“Get away from me.” You shoved him with your left elbow, frantically swatting him off before quickly scrambling out of the car. 

His laughter rippled around you, spilling onto the deserted road as you slammed the door behind you. “Darling!” Alastor called after you, slowly trailing behind in the car. “My sweet flower of the reptile kingdom.”

“Bastard!! ”

“I am such a terrible husband.” He snickered, shoulders shaking with mirth as he fought to contain his self-rapturing delight. “If Hell had a court for my crimes, I’d be sentenced to eternity in the doghouse.”

…

“I deserve the worst punishment for playing with my darling’s heart.” Alastor couldn’t contain his laughter anymore while keeping his eyes locked with your fuming, retreating figure. “No redemption, no reprieve, but I’ll gladly accept the punishment if it means keeping you.”

“Then go to hell.” You said between gritted teeth.

“I doubt it is ready for me, my flower.” He tilted his head, slowly driving the car alongside you. “To tell the truth, I’m planning on making it my playground.”

“What a jerk! ” You sharply turned your face toward the line of pine trees on your right to avoid seeing that infuriating, shit-eating smirk.

“I’m sorry, I truly am.” He licked his lips, glancing between you and the road. “That’s what I’d say if you didn’t like it, which clearly, you did.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, eyebrows raised, and mouth hanging open. “Like it ?”

His grin widened, and his brows lifted. “You’re blushing, my love.”

“It’s not because of liking it, Alastor!” You glared, clenching your fists at your sides, before continuously jabbing a finger on your chest. “I was fearful for my life!”

Alastor rested his left wrist on the steering wheel, while his right elbow remained on the cushioned seat with his hand dangling loosely, looking at you through the passenger’s window. “You liked my love. I can tell by your eyes, too.”

“You know what? Just go to work, Alastor.“ You waved dismissively at him and began walking away at a brisk pace. ”I’ll be going alone.”

But you didn’t get far as a pair of strong arms caught you around the waist, and hoisted you up effortlessly. “My lovely, frowny soulmate.” Alastor snickered, carrying your wiggling body back to the car. “You loved it.”

You squirmed, kicking your feet in the air, almost looking like a small child throwing a fit. “Put me down right now!”

The moment he did, you spun and let out a loud huff. You adjusted your hat, shooting him a glare while briskly brushing off your coat. “Uncalled for !” You reached for the car door, managing to crack it open, only for he to calmly press it shut again. 

You instinctively stepped back, but his hand slid to your lower back, holding you in place. “I’m never  taking you anywhere.” You muttered between clenched teeth.

“Well…” He pursed his lips, unable to keep his grin off his lips. “I know you're more creative than this.”

You narrowed your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. You knew he was baiting you, but you couldn’t stop yourself.  “What is that supposed to mean??”  

“It means…” He started with a slight tilt of his head.” You are capable of far more creative date ideas than this one, my dear.”

“This is not a date, Alastor.” You crossed your arms and shifted the weight from one leg to the other, rolling your shoulder to brush off his arm. “And… No .”

He sighed dramatically and leaned against the car, crossing his arms.“We’re not leaving until you admit it.” 

“I hated it.”

“Try again.” He inspected his nails, blinking slowly before meeting your furious stare. “Admit you liked the thrill.”

“The thrill? Of what? Almost getting killed ?” You threw up your hands, then poked his chest with your index finger. “Do you even know how many accidents happen on these roads?”

“Of course I do. I broadcast them myself all the time.”  Alastor's smile grew smug as he watched your jaw grow tense. He was pushing you, and you knew he was not only enjoying it but also devouring every second. 

“Oh, for crying out loud.” You groaned, exhaling in frustration as you looked around the empty road as in search for support.

Alastor chuckled, pushing himself off the car and casually resting one hand on the door handle to block you from wrenching it open again. “In case you didn’t notice, you happen to be married to a very experienced driver. ”

“We’re late!”

“I know.”

“Alastor.”

“Yes, my adorable caterpillar?”

“Caterpillar?”

“A spicebush swallowtail caterpillar, to be more precise.” He raised a finger, blinking slowly. “Far more glamorous than a worm, wouldn't you agree?”

It was late, but not as much as you had thought. After admitting the adrenaline you experienced had caused a mild effect on you, Alastor fulfilled his promise, much to his personal despair, and brought you to where you had planned for the whole week. Sure, you didn't get the best seats, but you found yourself in the second-to-last row. Unlike Sundays when it's normally so crowded that you can't get a seat, today there were the perfect number of people. Well, to think a church can only have a perfect number of churchgoers is certainly wrong . You wonder if it is a sin to be bothered with fellow members of the church you had recently decided to frequent.

You’re not much of a religious person, and in Louisiana, it was for the very best to keep that to yourself. But with everything that's been happening to you, the nightmares, the visit from your spiteful grandmother, the consuming paranoia and loneliness that have been taking your head more often, it eventually lit a bulb over your head to at least try something that might give you some respite. Alastor, on the other hand, wasn’t very keen on stepping into one, apparently. He had been quiet throughout the whole attendance, almost like he was miles, and miles away, staring into nothing while openly expressing a bored look with a matching smile.

You glanced at him a few times, swallowing silently before turning your attention back to the priest, only to find yourself drifting toward him again like a magnet. You’re not sure how many times this man had stepped into a church prior to your wedding, he never spoke about it, nor were you too fond of getting to know him throughout the courtship. 

Alastor hadn't changed stance since the moment he sat down. His fingers remained intertwined, hanging loosely between his open legs, his mind apparently still lost in his own world. You nudged him with your left elbow, and without so much as a glance or shift in expression, he automatically brought his hands together in the form of a prayer. 

“Amen.” The congregation’s voice echoed in the pristine church. 

“Finally !” You heard him murmur under his breath and quickly turned to look at him.

“Show some respect, Alastor-! heh, heh, h-hello Mrs. Samson.” You offered an embarrassed smile and a weak wave as the woman in front of you turned and threw you both a disapproving look.

Alastor continued branding his bored guise, slightly narrowing his eyes and staring down at her from the bridge of his nose. The woman quickly looked away, pretending none of you existed as her row began to stand and join the line to meet the priest. “Alastor !” You muttered, glaring up at him, hitting him on the arm with your handbag. “You promised me .”

Your row began to stand, and with this, he turned and bent down, his face mere inches from yours, and for the second time that day, you saw a sparkle grow in his brown eyes. “And I am fulfilling it, my dear.”

“If you didn’t want to come, you should have said so .” You gave him a gentle shove, sensing the people behind you shuffling, cueing you to move with subtle coughs and throat clearing. “ You’re embarrassing me. ” 

“Oh, how so?” He asked, casually gesturing for a young woman to pass in front of him before resting his hands behind his back. 

“Just get in line.” You rolled your eyes, placing a hand on his middle back, which he promptly caught and held as he walked with very exaggerated slowness.

The young woman sneaked a few glances over her shoulder at him as she approached the priest. After receiving the host, she turned to Alastor with a joyous smile, walking slowly while holding his gaze, a pinkish blush coloring her pale skin. When her eyes met yours, she gave a brief nod before quickly joining her parents near the church entrance.

Alastor released your hand and threw you a smug, knowing grin over his shoulder. You blinked several times, then narrowed your eyes at him, silently nudging him with the end of your black handbag. “The Body of Christ…” The priest began, then hesitated, blinking up at the towering man before him. “My, aren’t you a tall fella?” His wrinkled face lit up with genuine surprise.

“I get that a lot.” Alastor replied with a chuckle, offering his cupped hands. He still had to get to work, so it was for the sake of his patience and your whim to get this whole ordeal moving.  

“I’ve seen some tall children in my time, but none quite like you, my son.” 

“Must be from all the milk I consumed.” He replied, offering his cupped hands again with an almost ghostly smile. 

Behind his trained eyes, there was nothing but impatience, and though he made sure not to glance your way, he hoped you hadn’t noticed it in his tone. The last thing he needed was to have you wandering around the house sporting a bitter look and leaving hints here and there of his “despicable” behaviour. If he got lucky, you’d even salt his food or bring that treacherous, shoe-murder pup to the bedroom again. Oh, it took you so much convincing to finally put the furball to sleep outside of the bedroom. Although he is suspicious, you sneak him back the moment he leaves for work.

The priest laughed, eyeing him from head to toe with a genuine, amused expression, before offering him the host. “I hope you see your new face again, my child. The Body of Christ.”

Him? Back at a church?  

Not a chance. 

He grew up attending it regularly, and to be honest, it was too much for his liking. And as soon as he was old enough, much to his mother’s dismay, he completely stopped. The only time he expected to step through the holy doors again was to get married, which was a means to an end, not a change of heart. The only reason he is in this place is purely because of the arrangement between you two, and he hopes you won’t ask him to come again.

Still, even though his mind wanders to its deepest corners, he can’t afford to fully check out. Throughout the priest’s sermon, Alastor was indeed miles away, but he was more aware than you realized. He noticed how often you glanced at him, probably wondering how many times he stepped into a church before. He caught the way you shifted beside him, your eyes inevitably returning to him despite doing your best efforts to focus on the priest. Subtlety is not your forte, and maybe that’s why this whole ordeal is easier to bear.

“Amen .” Alastor gave a slight bow, infested with the faintest trace of irony, hoping you didn’t catch that either, and stepped aside to let you move forward.

The priest smiled at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he held up the host. “Good to see you again, my child.”

It’s obvious you’ve been here before, but how long have you been coming? If he asks, you might just suggest he come along next time. Thank goodness he has his job as an excuse to be away from here, in case you ask. He’d rather spend his days off at a speakeasy, surrounded by an animated crowd with a glass of rye whiskey in his hand, enjoying his night before slipping away to indulge in his darker habits, or, if he is feeling more erratic, simply staying at home with you.

“The Body of Christ.” The priest placed the host on your tongue, giving you a nod and a smile.

“Amen .” You murmured and stepped aside, just in time to catch sight of Alastor already halfway down the aisle, hands clasped behind his back. 

“That’s no proper church behavior, Alastor .” You reached out, pulling his hands from behind him and brushing off a few traces of lint from the left side of his coat.

He lifted a brow at you as you both walked slowly towards the exit. “Do you socialize with these-! Your fellow church members?” He stopped himself, his hands returning to his back.

“Sometimes.” You admitted, opening your handbag and rummaging through it. “You can go to work now. I usually carpool with Mr. and Mrs. Samson.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

Still searching through your bag, you barely noticed you were nearing the entrance. “The woman who gave us a disapproving look. She is not as bitter as she seems.” You added before he could say anything.

“For starters, my dear, I don’t know these people. Second, you came with me, you’ll leave with me . I don’t like the thought of you hanging around strangers.”

“They are nice people, Alastor.” You sighed, clasping the bag close and looking up at him. “Let me introduce them to you.”

“Not interested.”

“But Alastor-!” 

“Excuse me!”

A pleasant, slightly breathless voice caught both of your attention. You turned to find the young woman from earlier hesitantly approaching, her eyes locked on Alastor with her parents right in tow. “Forgive the interruption.” Her father extended a hand to Alastor. “But you are Mr. Alastor Tureau, are you not? From Ragtime Radio??”

Alastor chuckled, taking the man’s hand in a firm handshake. “That depends on who’s asking, and what they want.”

A pool of light laughter filled your ears as the group visibly relaxed. The mother beamed, stepping forward with her arm linked with her husband’s. “Your voice is impossible to forget. Our daughter here is a tremendous fan. We are tremendous fans.”

The young woman’s face flushed as her father nudged her forward. She clutched her handbag tightly to her chest, eyes shining and slightly widening. “It’s really you!” She breathed out a laugh. “I—I never thought I’d meet you in person.”

“My dear, I'm nothing but a humble man, hah, hah.” Alastor’s lips curved into a charming smile, taking her hand and slowly shaking it. “But I’d be lying if I said it isn’t always better in person… or so I’ve been told.”

You stood a step behind him, completely invisible to the three of them. The parents and the young woman didn’t even glance your way as they continued chatting away with Alastor. You looked around, only now aware that Alastor had left his hat in the car. Well, it was for the best. You didn’t want anyone making fun of him over the flowers. The very same ones you intended to pin back on your own hat.

“ Hey !” You almost stumbled as your husband’s large hand reached back and caught your right wrist, pulling you to stand beside him.

“This is my lovely wife, Mrs. Tureau.” He announced, gesturing to you with his free hand. ”This gorgeous dove struck me with Cupid’s arrow and has been playing with my heartstrings ever since I laid eyes on her. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Three pairs of eyes finally turned toward you, two surprised, and one mortified. You swallowed hard, your eyes sweeping from face to face before settling on your husband, who was looking down at you with conspicuous amusement. “Love at first sight, if I may add.” He looped an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close. “She played hard to get, but I was persistent in my ultimate conquest. Oh, how I suffered in silence.”

“Alastor !” You gently jabbed your elbow into his ribs, making him shrink back with a sheepish grin while you tried to avoid their curious stares.

“That’s so… romantic.” The mother smiled with a nod, sharing a glance with her husband. “A lovely love story.”

“I-huh–Yes, my winsome husband was indeed very…tenacious per se.”  You clutched your handbag a little tighter, forcing the words out with a small, awkward tilt of your head. “But he…he won, heh.”

After a moment of silence, the man's thin smile spread, and the woman reached out to take your hand in a short handshake, while their daughter avoided Alastor’s eyes entirely. “Well…” The mother looked at you both. “It was lovely meeting you two.”

“Likewise.” Alastor chuckled, giving them a small nod. “May the good Lord keep your radio tuned.”

The couple laughed, promising to stay faithful to his broadcast and clearly excited to share the encounter with their family. Once more, their attention and even the goodbyes bypassed you entirely, their daughter’s smile wilting the longer she lingered behind them.

You gave her a polite smile, which she gracefully returned, before taking her father’s side. Then Alastor’s hand found the small of your back, gently steering you away from the couple and their daughter. “Come along, darling .” Alastor said in a low tone.

“It's surprising, they would put a face to your voice.” You remarked.

“You’d be more surprised to know this happens quite a lot. People are perceptive, my love.” He guided you away from the church doors.

“Whe-where are we going?” You stuttered, trying to keep up with his long strides, raising an eyebrow when he only smirked down at you.

“I have something to confess.” He said, tugging you around the corner, wrapping his hand firmly around your wrist. “Figured it’s only fair to do it properly.”

“What are you planning, Alastor?” You glared, your steps faltering but failing to stop as he continued pulling you along. “You have to go to work.” 

“Oh, I will, but this won’t take long.” He led you along the stoned wall, away from the small crowd that pooled outside the church. 

The coldness of the sunless section of the church wrapped around you, snuffing out any warmth from your body like it was nothing. The voices began to fade, mere muffled sounds to your ears as you started to feel like a mischievous child doing something forbidden. Alastor quickened his pace, pulling you out of sight before inquisitive eyes could spot any of you, heading toward the confessional booths. “The priest is not here, Alastor.” You turned to him, annoyingly rubbing the dull ache he had printed on your wrist.  

Sometimes you forget how deceptively strong he is, despite his slender, tall build. Take that ‘romantic anniversary trip’ to the woods when the rifle’s kickback didn’t even budge him, while you, recalling that dreadful moment when he insisted you try firing it alone, ended up flat on your ass with a sore shoulder, and an inner ego bruised. Then, during one of your cleaning frenzies, he tackled the garage like it was nothing, handling heavy boxes and cabinets before coming inside all sweaty but not tired. 

He walked away from you, disappearing around the corner before reappearing seconds later. “Alright, my dear. Are you ready?”

You stepped aside, eyes searching for the priest.“Where’s-!”

“He’s not needed for what we’re about to do.” He waved dismissively at you before approaching you.

“Alastor, what are you-!”  You watched him snatch your handbag from you.

“Calm yourself, darling.” He laughed, opening the confessional booth curtain with one hand while holding your bag in the other. “I brought you here to tell you a secret.”

“What?” You said a little too loudly, slapping a hand over your mouth and glancing around nervously. “Are you mad? ” You hissed with a full-on glare.

“Oh, loosen up a bit.” He grabbed your wrist before you could escape. “It will be fun.”

“There is nothing fun about this, Alastor. This is distasteful and disrespectful.” You tried to pull free, but he only chuckled, tugging you back with ease. “You’re—!”

“You’ll be the priest, and I’ll be the sinner.” Alastor placed his hands on your shoulders, guiding you backwards into the seat, quickly closing the curtain.”Then we’ll swap.”

You heard the soft echo of his footsteps crossing to the other side, then the nimble swish of his curtain sliding shut. Your legs began bouncing, and your nails dug into your dress, pressing against the silk-stockinged knees as your heart picked up its pace. Heat rose to your face and neck, leaving you mortified as you tried to make sense of what was going on in his head. “I can’t believe this .” You whispered hoarsely, your mouth falling slightly open as your eyes locked onto the carved lattice between you two. “You’re really doing this.”

“Just play along.” The calmness of his voice, unsurprisingly, made you even more nervous. If you get caught, you’ll blame it all on him, and you will make him pay for it somehow. Maybe even serve him unseasoned or salted food. He hates it. He is very particular about what he eats.

“This is wrong, Alastor. ”

“I’ll start!” He cleared his throat, ignoring your protest.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” He began. “It’s been, oh, let’s say ten or twenty minutes since my last sin, depending on whether you count the smile I gave to that lovely young dame earlier.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your elbows on your knees and rubbing your temples. How did this man always pull you into chaos? And why, why do you always let him?

“I admit, I did tempt a nun with a jazz record once.  Scandalous, I know. But in my defense, it was a limited edition pressing.” He sounded far too pleased with himself. “Oh, and I may have stolen my wife’s unfinished stake last night and blamed it on the dog.”

“Oh, Alastor…” You sighed loudly, shaking your head at the same time you stood up, completely done with this ridiculous charade. If he’s acting out because of the deal you struck and he agreed to , you’re not having it.

The moment your hand tightened around the edge of the curtain, you froze. His voice had shifted just enough to douse the playfulness he is so used to displaying. You swallowed silently, slowly turning your head toward the lattice, seeing nothing but complete darkness through the lattice. “I’ve…done things.”He paused, and your hand slipped away from the creased, thick, dark fabric. “Things I used to tell myself were deserved. Necessary.” 

You silently sank back down onto the bench, your eyes locked on the small diagonal-patterned window that shielded him from view. ”I could not fight off the thrill.” He continued. ”The satisfaction.” His voice dropped, and you felt a chill prickling throughout your entire body. “There’s a certain pleasure in watching the world crumble, one fragile soul at a time.”

…

“I wouldn’t recommend it though. It's a bit of a niche hobby.”

“What is - Alastor !!!!”

“Oh darling, don’t ruin the bit.” He clicked his tongue, peeking through the lattice with his famous smirk. 

“This is inappropriate.” You wanted to punch him so badly, not because of his mocking smile but because you were genuinely creeped out. 

“That’s what makes it fun.” He winked.  “Just play along, or you can’t handle some husband lore?”

“It’s a bit difficult when you’re telling me… this .” 

“Spooked?”

“You always say things out of pocket, Alastor.” You huffed, crossing your arms and legs, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m sure you’ve never done anything that bad.”

He chuckled, mischief glimmering in his brown eyes. “You’d be surprised how deep my sins go, darling. There’s nothing quite like the thrill of something uncontrollable.”

“Are you seriously trying to scare me right now? It's not funny, Alastor." You poked his nose through the lattice, watching his smile grow.

“Who said I was joking?” He tilted his head as you sat down, turning away from him. 

“Then what exactly are you confessing to?”

He shrugged, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips.“You really want me to spoil the mystery?”

“Please, enlighten me!”

“I waltzed with the devil, wandered around town in search of something I can’t quite name... strange hobbies, a bit of trouble here and there.”

You blinked, tilting your head, never taking your eyes off him. “Waltzing with the devil? Sounds like you’ve got some wild stories up your long sleeves.”

His joyful laugh almost seemed to swallow you whole. “Maybe I do. But some stories are better left untold… or maybe shared when the time’s right.”

You shifted, furrowing your brows, nibbling your lower lip. This man is far more cunning than you gave him credit for. If you play his games, then there is no turning back, and it’s not like he’d let you slip away so easily. “We’re in a confession booth, don’t be shy.”

Alastor’s eyes half-lidded, his gaze lingering on you.“Oh, darling. I have to confess I adore when you’re assertive.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to read whatever was behind that charming smile. “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

“Would you think differently of me if I did?”

“I don’t know.” You admitted, uncrossing your arms and giving him a small shrug, your hands smoothing the wrinkles on your dress. “That depends on what it is.”

Alastor tugged his lip in thought, failing miserably at keeping his amusement off his face. “Very well.” He slowly retreated to his seat, back into the shadows. “I believe you’re ready to hear it, and not because you’ll not let me sleep at night or might do something creative to my food.”

Adjusting in your seat, you gripped the edges of your bench and leaned closer to the lattice, as if eavesdropping on a forbidden conversation happening behind the doors. You swallowed silently, waiting for his insufferable pause to end. “I never quite accepted my father’s death.” He paused again, a shorter one.“I told myself I did. I told everyone I did. But it left…something festering in me…a hollow space. Something I’ve tried to fill with all the wrong things.”

…

“For a time, it was all kinds of drinks. Later, it was…other pursuits that made me feel powerful. In control.”

“What kind of pursuits did you chase?” You weren’t sure if you were supposed to ask any questions,  but you felt compelled to. Alastor wasn’t someone to speak freely about certain things, he usually avoided topics unless he chose otherwise.

He exhaled a low chuckle. “Oh, nothing too dramatic. Just questionable company, reckless nights, and the thrill of knowing I could walk away whenever I liked if things were done properly.”

“Questionable company???” You leaned a little closer to the lattice, eyes narrowing. “What kind of people did you spend your time with, Alastor??”

“People with unresolved appetites for all sorts of indulgences.” A smile curved up his lips, his eyes remaining hooded. “The kind who never felt satisfied with ordinary iniquity and taught me how easily a man can lose himself.”

“Unresolved appetites.” You repeated to yourself the words, leaving a strange taste in your mouth. “And you…miss that?”

“You can lose yourself just as easily as you find freedom and thrill, my dear.” His gaze remained on the lattice, picturing you perfectly. “But I’m no longer drawn to that life. I managed to turn things around, and now I have something better.”

You leaned back, tracing the wall with your eyes, trying to pinpoint exactly where he was. “And…what’s that?”

“A great job, a house, and of course, you.”

Could it really be that simple? Letting go of something that had taken control of his life for so long? Is it as easy as sweeping it under the rug, like it never happened?

“No , my lovely dove.” Alastor interjected your silent thoughts, peeking again through the lattice with a sly grin that caught you off guard and made you straighten in your seat. “That was during my teenage years. I left all that behind long before I ever met you.”

“Just like that?” You cleared your throat, pretending to brush something off your chest.

“I’m a man with an unbelievable character, doll.“ He raised his eyebrows. ”You should know that by now.”

“Hmm!” You looked down, turning your knees the other way before meeting his eyes. “I’m... I'm sorry, Alastor.”

“Sorry? For what, exactly?”

“I don’t know…your father, what you went through.”

“Hoh, hoh, don’t feel bad, my adorable caterpillar.” He chuckled, holding your gaze. ”I grew to become an impeccable man. I’ve achieved my dream job, helped my loving mother, and married a resplendent woman. What more can a man like me ask for?”

“I-I guess.” You replied in a quiet tone, looking down and grounding your heel, tracing slow circles with the tip of your shoe. Maybe it was time you started taking more interest in really knowing your husband. Journaling your questions might help, and if he’s willing, he could do the same.

“Now your turn.”

“My what now?”

He leaned back in his seat, vanishing from sight once again. “Say something along the lines…‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.’”

“Wait, are we still doing this?” You peeked through the lattice, but all you saw was his right ankle propped over his left knee, arms folded. His face was bathed in darkness, and, unlike yours, which was just bright enough to reveal your face, in his, the shadows seemed to almost purposefully keep him concealed.

“Well, of course. It’s only fair.” He scoffed, sounding almost offended. ” Besides, I’m curious what sins you’d bring to light.”

An odd sense of being trapped wrapped itself around you, like rotten, vicious vines sprouting from the ground, creeping up your spine, and filling your gut with a dread that almost felt welcoming, even as it terrified you.

Slipping away from the lattice, you sank silently onto the bench, the wood softly creaking beneath you. Trying to bring some sort of comfort to wash away that dread feeling, you glanced around your confessional booth, wrapping your left hand around your right wrist, your thumb and fingers absently tracing over the bone before removing your glove.

“Darling?”

…

“Don’t think you’re leaving this place without a confession.” His voice held a playful, almost condescending tone, like he was talking to a child. He often did that to emphasize points that couldn’t be overlooked or ignored when you were feeling too overwhelmed. “And I wouldn't recommend running, I’d catch you anyway.”

“How reassuring.” You replied, pressing your palms to your knees and lightly drumming your fingers against them. “We could have talked at home.”

“We could have, but you’re not a communicative person.” His shoe scraped the floor, and your head quickly turned, expecting him to appear, but he didn’t. “ Dr. Curran is still trying to help you to tear down that wall you’ve built around yourself.”

“It’s not that easy...I...” You nervously gripped the glove in your sweaty hand. “Talking won’t fix everything, and sometimes it only makes the pain go deeper.”

“That may be so. But silence? That’s the real poison.” Alastor’s voice was soothing, almost coaxing.”You asked me if I wanted to start again…but how can we if you keep everything locked away? I’m not saying you have to tell me everything. You can keep your secrets, God knows, I have mine. I only want you to talk to me.”

You shifted in your seat, the memory of him finding you unconscious on the bathroom floor, after you’d fallen trying to escape that monstrous illusion from the woods that plagued you with vivid nightmares. “You thought I did it on purpose, didn’t you?” Your voice turned bitter. “Like I wanted to hurt myself.”

“It scared me seeing you like that. But I don’t believe you’d done it on purpose. Not that.”

You snorted, crossing your arms tightly. “Then why make me see that man? You know what those treatments are like.” You gestured to the side as if trying to throw your anger and sadness out. ”Cold baths, electric shocks…The whispers behind my back about the madwoman in the house. My reputation would be ruined if anyone knew.”

“No one’s business but ours.” He said in a colder tone. “Your life isn’t for the world’s gossip. This doesn’t necessarily mean you have a mental illness, but I suspect without intervention, you might as well develop one.”

You hated that place. You hated going to talk to someone about your problems. It was not normal to attend such a place, to have someone pry into your most intimate thoughts.

Alastor knocked on the wooden wall, jolting you from your thoughts.“So… are you ready to share a little?” 

With a heavy sigh, you rolled your eyes and licked your lips before muttering.“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.” You paused, shaking your head. “I’m married to my sin.”

“Oh, my, that’s new.” He chuckled. “Please do, continue, my child.”

“That’s it.”

“Is your husband the source of your sins?”

“What? No.”

“Are you free of sin?”

“I... n-no—Alastor what are—!”

“Is that your husband’s name?” He asked innocently, clearly taking his role to heart.  “Is he your sin?”

You narrowed your eyes at the lattice, seeing nothing but darkness.  “I’m not doing this, Alastor.”

“You’re such a tough cookie.” He chuckled. “Lucky for me, you’re exactly my favorite kind.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you sank further into your seat, dreading how your heart was hammering in your chest and how your fingers curled around the fabric of your dress.

“Not fair, you always make me work for it.” Alastor leaned back on his seat, his gaze drifting upward as he pursed his lips in contemplation. “Let’s try something else, my love.... what would you confess, if no one was listening? Not even me.”

…

“Don’t be scared.” He encouraged, waiting patiently. “I promise I won’t judge you at all. Believe me, I'm the last person who should.”

You bit your lower lip, staring at the folds of the curtain before you, feeling a light breeze drift in. Your fingers dug into your arms, thumbs pressing bruisingly against bone while both feet were planted firmly on the floor, knees drawn tightly together. After a moment, you cleared your throat and began. “I hate the feeling that…I’m pretending all the time.”

“Of being good?”

“Of being enough .” You took a deep breath and brought your clenched fist to your chest before turning your gaze to the opposite wall. “I’m constantly wondering if there was ever a version of me that was truly…good. Or if I’ve always been…someone else.” 

“Why do you think that?”

There was a long pause, and you felt that gloominess, that familiar haunting blue wrapping around you once again. That ache, the one you felt right after you got your heart shattered into pieces by Arthur, and the tormenting guilt and shame of your betrayal.

“Because…I think I’ve made choices and wanted things... no decent person would. And I can’t take them back.”

“Are these things you can’t take back… actions? Thoughts? Or something you believe would ruin you?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, burying your face into your hands, shaking your head. “Maybe all of it. Maybe none. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I see.” Alastor rested his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together, his eyes locked on the wooden wall separating you. “And tell me, where does that leave you?”

You licked your lips and drew in a silent breath as your trembling fingers played with your wedding ring. “…Tired. Tired of pretending I never wanted anything I shouldn’t.”

“And what do you want now?” 

“To rest. ” You whispered more to yourself than to him. ”To stop worrying about what people think of me. To disappear for a while and gather my thoughts and…” Your voice faltered for a moment. “… stop feeling like I have to be forgiven just to exist.”

“You know, my dear. This delicious honesty is really taking you somewhere.”

You frowned, head jerking toward the lattice. “What?” 

“It takes courage to get out of the shell.” Alastor adjusted himself in his seat, angling his body toward the wooden wall. “But I’ll tell you a secret, my love. You’re allowed to want things. Even the things that make your heart race.”

“...Even if they’re bad?”

A faint chuckle echoed from his side. “Especially if they’re bad.” 

“Why do you always twist things?” You shook your head with a scoff, tearing your watery eyes away from the lattice. “This is supposed to be sacred.”

“Oh, it is.” You didn’t need to see him to feel the obvious joy he was displaying, his voice said it all. “You’re just learning that sins and sanctity are often closer than you think, my lovely doll.”

Sighing, you brushed away your tears with the backs of your index fingers, then tucked a loose strand of hair back beneath your hat. “You’re infuriating.”

“And yet, here you are, much to my delight.”

You sniffed. “Only because you dragged me in here.”

“Yes. And you stayed. Curious thing, isn’t it?”

“Because you said you’d catch me.”

“Oh, I would.” He said between short laughs.“You know, if we were struck by lightning right now, we’d both go straight to hell.”

“Hah, I’d be the one doing the dragging.”

“Oh, darling.” Alastor’s laugh bubbled up again, this time with infectious mirth. “You wouldn’t have to. I’d be taking you in a bridal style.”

“What a charming and intrusive husband I have.”

“You know me.” He smirked, crossing one leg over the other. “Now, what more can you share? I am most confident that you keep the juiciest parts tucked away. “

“Forget it.” You shook your head, slipping your glove back on. “I’m not sharing anything else. You’ll have to content yourself with what I gave you.”

“Oh, come now, you’re not taking this wonderful opportunity from me. Don’t be shy, share more secrets with your lovely, gecko husband. ”

Closing your eyes, you bit your lower lip and shook your head. “Fine. Since you want me to continue so badly…I once stole a jar of jam from my mother’s pantry. Ate the whole thing in one sitting.”

Alastor let out a delighted, shocked gasp. “Truly scandalous.”

“I was seven.”

“Old enough to know better.” He swished your curtain open, making you jolt in your seat and shield your eyes with your forearm against the sudden brightness.

“I hate how silent you are.” You stepped out, blinking several times as your eyes adjusted to the light.

Taking your hand, Alastor kissed the back of it and linked his arm with yours. “So, do you think we should come here more often, so you’ll talk more?” He asked, leading you away from the confessional booth. 

“But you’re not a church man, Alastor.” You stated, your footsteps echoing alongside his.

“I know.” He smiled down at you, playfully narrowing his eyes.”But  I’m quite fond of the wicked parts of you.”

“Wicked?” You gave him a small smile.

“A jar thief? The wickedest .”

“Hah, hah… Oh, Alastor.” You stopped in your tracks and looked back. “My handbag—!! How sweet of you.” You smiled as you watched him raise it and wave it playfully in his hand.

“Ah, that pretty little head of yours.” He gave you the handbag back and pulled you close, resuming the path together. “Lost without me.”

“So, so lost.” You shook your head with a sigh, staring at the tips of your shoes, watching your dress sway with each step.

“Tell me, my love…” Alastor kept his eyes ahead, walking you down the same path he’d led you to the booth. “If I asked for your heart…your soul…would you trust me enough to offer them?” He looked down, a smile tugging at his lips as he reached for the church door and opened it.

“My soul is mine alone.” You smirked, adjusting your hat and stepping outside, eyes immediately falling on the only parked car. “But you’re free to have my lovely company. 

“Clever little minx.” His smile grew as he seized you from behind. One hand slipped into his pocket, retrieving the car keys.“I should have confessed, I have a taste for such things.”

“For souls and hearts?” You turned around, hand already at the door handle, watching him slowly strolling toward you. You raised an eyebrow at him, fashioning a grin, and stepping aside so he could unlock the door. “What are you, some kind of grim reaper?”

“I am.” He smirked, unlocking the car and swinging the door open. Before you could step inside, he draped his right arm over the open door, while his left hand gripped the edge of the roof, keeping you in place. “I harvest the hearts and souls of those who are lost. They tend to have a way of making decisions when the time is right.”

You tilted your head, curiously holding his gaze.“You think I’m lost and will make poor decisions?” 

“Hmm, not entirely.” Alastor shrugged before leaning in, his voice low and eyes lidded. “I just want to keep you all to myself. ”

You giggle, pushing his face away before sliding into the car. “Greedy.”

“Greedy and selfish.” He closed the door, then rounded to the driver’s side and climbed in, starting the engine.

“Don’t go thinking I forgot our deal.” You reached for his hat, starting to unpin the flowers, only for him to snatch it back and put it on his head. “I’ll give you my answer when you get home.”

“I’m counting the minutes, my dear.” He put the car in reverse and left the church behind. ”I’m a patient man when it comes to you.”

As he drove you away from the church and onto the road ahead, you began playing with your handbag strap. You felt a huge weight lifting off your shoulders, and you were sure it wasn’t from coming here but because it felt good to talk… with Alastor. However, you’re still adamant to do it with an outsider who came with the pretense of ‘helping’ you by limiting your session to conversation after his suggestion in putting you through those horrible treatments was straight out denied by your husband. Maybe you can convince Alastor not to take you there if you talk to him, and maybe you can start journaling? Would he accept it? You glanced at him, and quickly averted your gaze to your gloved hands.

“What’s wrong, my caterpillar?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.” You coughed, letting go of the bag strap, and resting your hands on your lap, slowly tapping your fingers. “I was just thinking.”

“Confess, or I'll turn this car around.” He reached for your hand and planted a kiss on its back. “I won’t pretend I’m not intrigued by how stubborn you are. You are quite addictive, my little doe.”

“Fine, fine.” You didn’t want to tell him about it…at least not yet. He will outright refuse it because he believes you’ll probably not follow through with your word. ”What about you?”

“What about me?” He let go of your hand, tipping his hat back. “Why do I have a feeling you’re onto something?”

“What no…I just…what if I asked for your soul…would you give it to me?”

Alastor’s lips curled, and a deep chuckle reverberated within his chest. He glanced at you once, his right hand reaching for your face, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek. “Oh, my dear. You’re so clever.”

You caught yourself leaning into his hand, only to pull away the moment he retreated. “That’s not an answer.”

“No.” He kept his eyes on the road, and admitted with a humorous smile. “It isn’t.” 

“You’re not giving me an answer then?” 

“Let’s just say, my dear…if I ever gave my soul away, it would only be to someone whose entire being I already owned in return.”

Looking out of the window, you watched the trees outside meshing into one long, muddled streak of green and rust. This town always felt so cut off from the rest of Louisiana that it made you harbor a dislike for the endless winding roads, cypress groves, and creepy bayous. However, it was still peaceful enough compared with other places. “So, you’re saying you would only give it up if you’ve already taken everything from me first?”

“Once I have your heart, I will ask for your soul, but I would never take it unless you gave it freely.” He glanced at you, both your gazes meeting through the reflection of your window. “…my heart was never really mine to begin with. You're cradling it in your cold hands.” 

“You and your sharp tongue.” You watched him smile and turn his attention back to the road.

“Isn’t that what love is, dolly?” Alastor asked, as if it were the most innocent question that had left his lips. “Giving everything…and taking everything in return?”

Yes.

When you love, you give them everything. You had done that with Arthur, and it shattered you to a point you were ready to let yourself go, to exist just because it was cheaper and less troublesome while surviving on emptiness. The pain is unbearable, and you wonder if, one day, you might find it in yourself to love Alastor just as much…or maybe even more. Will this man eventually break you, too? Would you still be able to stand on your feet? It scares you how much you doubt your own strength, how unsure you are that you’d survive loving someone a second time.

But you want to love…and to be loved. 

“Right?”

“Huh-Oh, yes. Of course.” You cleared your throat and turned your head to look at him, offering him nothing but a weak smile. “Love takes time.”

“Like I said.” Alastor took your hand in his, his thumb brushing lightly over your fingers. “I’m a patient man when it comes to you, my love.” 

Chapter Text

You have to give him credit. 

Alastor had kept his word, and as expected, you had to fulfill your part of the bargain. Otherwise, you wouldn’t feel at peace with yourself, especially after realizing that his company had helped you feel more at ease.

Now, you were here, sitting at your desk with an untouched mug of coffee and a pile of paperwork ready to be tackled. The kind that is more suitable for your temporary position at the radio station.

That’s right. You were currently the newest intern at The Ragtime Radio Station. Before you proposed the deal, it had taken quite a bit of persuading from Alastor to get you to even consider it. Not to mention the patience required to tolerate a husband who wouldn’t stop talking about it.

At first, you dismissed him completely, which was not a good idea. Alastor didn’t like being ignored, much less having his words go unappreciated. So, what made you finally reconsider and pretend to think about it, just to get him off your back?

Well, for starters, your husband had been, quite frankly, annoying . Let’s just say he had prattled continuously, lured you with entertaining office gossip, sometimes even scandalous gossip, while you were deep in household chores, taking care of Jasper, talking on the telephone, or trying to get some rest at night.

But when he’d leave for work the next day, you’d find yourself missing his endless chatter and his presence trailing you from room to room or even inadvertently helping you when you handed him something to hold or pointed out tasks like hanging paintings, fixing the leaky faucet of the downstairs bathroom, repairing the hallway outlet or even clearing the gutter.

So, before you could give the last sigh of the night and finally drift to sleep, you felt his hand on your shoulder, gently turning you and promising in the dark bedroom that he’d stop pestering you if you gave it some thought. You had no other choice but to strike a deal with him right there. He’d take you to the church, and you’d consider his proposal.

If he honored the deal, then you would too.

What you hadn't expected was that he would actually do it. You’d only said it because you were exhausted, and just wanted to sleep....and aside from wanting to be with someone, you knew deep down that his promise was empty, and he wouldn’t leave you alone.

The next day, as soon as he stepped into the house, you greeted him with praise for keeping his end of the bargain. He liked being praised, you could see it in the raw elation of his grin. Nevertheless, the moment you told him you’d give the radio station a try, Alastor looked at you like you’d handed him the entire universe.

He practically lit up, twirled you to his embrace, and declared that you wouldn’t regret it before launching into a fervent monologue about everything he thought you needed to know.

Minutes went by as he prattled about station procedures, which hallways were easiest to slip through if you weren’t in the mood to deal with people, which breakrooms had the best coffee before moving into listing half a dozen names you could trust and another dozen you absolutely couldn’t, along some short comments about which coworkers he occasionally tolerated enough to share lunch with.

Meanwhile, you had been nothing but a puppet in his arms, swaying from side to side while he kept his left arm secured around your back. Every time you tried to chime in, he’d simply carry on, gesturing around with his free right hand before tugging you along with his repetitive pacing. 

It wasn’t until you pressed the tip of your fingers to his lips that he finally stopped. Afraid he would get lost in his prattle again, you had to quickly establish your own terms , which, much to his indignation, you would only agree to work as a temporary intern and not as his secretary, and under no circumstances could anyone know you were his wife .

Alastor had no other choice but to comply with the conditions you set, even if he did so with an overly stagy sigh and a look that indicated you’d broken his heart, insisting you’d be missing all the fun around the station by refusing to tag with him.

Nonetheless, the evening went on with a nice dinner with some jazz blessing the house as you washed the dishes and he dried them. Later, the two of you sat outside on the porch with his coat draped around your shoulders while he reclined beside you, left hand propped behind him and a cigarette dangling between the fingers of his right, while Jasper happily sniffed the cold, damp, trimmed grass.

Shaking your head, you pushed the memory back and focused on your new duties. Your tasks were limited to filing reports, sorting mail, fetching coffee for the director responsible for your department, and generally keeping yourself as inconspicuous as possible. 

However, there were only two problems.

“It’s just a trial.” You muttered under your breath, glancing sideways at your probably short-term coworkers who were mostly engrossed either in their work or gossiping about the latest drama while keeping their ears perked in case the boss decided to pop up.

Sighing quietly, you turned back to your typewriter, letting your fingers move slowly over the keys as you tried to get used to it. Something Mr. Banks, the director, had urged you to immediately improve so you could avoid overburdening your coworkers with delays.

One slip was enough to cause huge scheduling issues, and his department was known across the station to be rather strict in keeping their outstanding branch operating smoothly.

The man was a general nice fella, professional, polite, and just as intimidating. He had a peculiar way of making sure things were done his way. And you quickly learned it was best to stay in your lane, being as efficient as possible whenever he was around... or even when he wasn’t in case of any second-hand sabotage.

As the day progressed, you had already lost count of how many sheets you’d ruined by pressing the wrong keys. You wondered if typewriters would ever evolve into something more advanced, less stressful. Still, at least you were being productive…or so you told yourself.

Hand slowly reaching for the coffee, your fingers only grazed the handle before retreating when your first problem of the day sliced through your thoughts.“Woah, you’re still here? I’m almost impressed . ” Chloe chuckled, a half-smirk tugging at her red lips as she casually leaned against the doorway, tapping a small stack of papers against her fingers. "I hope you last. This is not a playground for the weak.”

You didn’t bother to look up from your work. Instead, you reached for your coffee, gently blew the steam away, and took a small sip, settling the mug down with a soft clink before finally meeting her icy eyes. “I can manage.”

“Oh really?” Chloe clicked her tongue and sauntered closer. ”You know, I passed this desk twice today, and still no improvement. I even waited for you to look at me, but it seemed you were scared the typewriter was going to bite you.”

You blinked at her, one finger slowly tapping the side of your mug. “You’re starting to look like a bitter stalker.”

“Pfft, don’t flatter yourself, sunshine. If I wanted to stalk someone, I’d aim higher.”

“Like, my Alastor?” 

Her nose scrunched, the smug smirk vanished from her lips as if you had slapped it off. For a split second, you saw anger and resentment boiling behind her cold eyes. If looks could kill, this one would torture you first before giving the final blow. “Funny. Keep that attitude, and you might not need to worry about your little work simulation."

Calmly reaching for your mug, you kept your eyes locked with hers as you brought it to your lips, taking a slow sip. “Don’t you have better things to do than circle my desk like a vulture?”

Chloe let out a stiff laugh, smoothing her white blouse as she forced a smile back to her face. “It’s not my fault your look of hopelessness is so entertaining.” She leaned in, her silky voice sharper than a blade. “But if it brings you happiness to play house, who am I to destroy that illusion?" 

And with that, she strutted off toward the corner of the room, where three of your coworkers were already deep in gossip with a male colleague. She patted the man’s shoulder, and he wasted no time in pulling her closer into their little circle, their laughter growing rather disruptive.

Narrowing your eyes, you turned your attention back to the typewriter. There were better things to do than let her get under your skin. To be honest, you had completely forgotten about her, if it wasn’t for her stupid perfume and obnoxious voice. 

She didn’t know it, but you’d been aware of her all along. You just refused to give her the satisfaction of ruining your day. You won’t get far if you let her get to you.

Resuming your work, you automatically tensed at the sound of some very familiar footsteps. It belonged to none other than your second problem.

Taking a deep breath, your shoulders stiffened, and your heart did a flip the moment your eyes landed on Alastor standing in front of your desk. He looked down at you with a smile that reached his eyes, his brown gaze glimmering with pure mischief. 

“I hear it’s important to make the new hires feel welcome.” He casually stated, keeping both hands clasped behind his back, clearly itching to cause some trouble. “They say lunch is best enjoyed in pairs. Lucky for you, I happen to be an excellent company.”

You blinked nervously at him, brows subtly twitching as his eyes narrowed playfully. Your gaze quickly darted to the group of secretaries who were throwing you glances, as if it was interestingly unusual to find Alastor in there.  

“I-Hmm-Can you not?” You muttered between clenched teeth, fingers gripping the edge of your desk. “I’m trying to work here.” 

“Oh, my sincerest apologies, miss.” A deep chuckle rumbled within his chest, bringing a hand to his heart, voice dripping with sweetness. "Where’s my manners?” He rolled his hand and extended it toward you, slightly leaning forward. "Alastor." He raised both brows, daring you to play along. "Broadcaster. Occasional menace. Your humble coworker."

Still locked in a frown, you noticed how his eyes studied every microexpression you involuntarily displayed. You had made it very clear throughout the days that followed the church visit,  even before leaving the house, that everything should have professional boundaries, no exceptions.

You should’ve known better.

“It is a pleasure.” You replied in a flat tone, reluctantly slipping your hand into his. The moment your hand made contact with his, he swiftly tugged it to his lips, nearly pulling you into the desk.

“By all means, the pleasure is all mine.” He straightened, waving casually to someone across the room before locking his eyes on you. “So, tell me, my dear.” Alastor folded his left arm behind his back and lifted his right hand, gesturing a slow circle around your face. “Is it standard for all interns to look so grim…ooor is that simply your personal sparkle?"

You blinked several times, hands now stilling over the typewriter. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m asking because it is dreadfully devastating .” Alastor exhaled, as if trying, for the first time in his life, to suppress a smile at your concealed irritation. “All that brooding, when you could be dazzling the room instead. A waste of a very pretty face, if you ask me.”

You inhaled through your nose and clamped your mouth shut, forcing your attention back to the typewriter . Ignore him. Focus. Don’t let him lure you in.

“Not a big fan of office gossip, huh?” He mused, casually inspecting his neatly trimmed fingernails, sneaking a glance at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Definitely not .”  

“Good. Neither am I.” He chuckled, plucking the paper from the typewriter without a warning, pretending to read it, only for you to snatch it right back. 

Alastor remained unfazed, his grin widening when you threw him an irritated look, trying your best not to shoot a glare at the little group that was clearly invested in what was happening. You never truly cared for attention, always keeping the world at arm’s length, keeping strangers faceless because they meant nothing to your life.

That aloofness had always intrigued him. He remembered the early days, before you came to know his name, when you'd pass him without so much as a glance, whether on a family stroll, or arm-in-arm with that fopdoodle, fustilugs, goodie-two-shoes Arthur.

A delightful thorn, you’d been. One he took pleasure in claiming. But now? Now you were sharper, more alert, and he felt somewhat proud of you. As if you were starting to notice when eyes lingered too long. 

“So, what do you say, dolly? Care for a little tour? I happen to know a charming little place tucked around the corner. Excellent coffee. Outstanding food. Terrible clientele. You’d love it.”

“No, thank you.” You reached for a stack of papers, pressing them down and aligning them together. “I brought lunch from home.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head, one hand resting casually on the corner of your desk, the other perched on his hip. “And here I was, thinking you might welcome a bit of stimulating company to liven up all this thrilling paperwork.”

‘Alastor, you absolute bastard.’

Your fingers slightly tightened the sides of the stack of papers, wrinkling its sides beneath your pads. The extra eyes in the office burned through you, causing a rush of heat to flow onto your collar and cheeks. “I have to give my best.” You kept your gaze down, swallowing the lump of frustration in your throat.

“At this rate, the department will have your portrait framed as Employee of the Month.” He lightly drummed his fingers against the desk, his smile held nothing but the faintest form of fake innocence. “Though I maintain my stance, a little bite would do wonders. You can’t work on an empty stomach, you know.”

You forced a neutral expression back on, ignoring how his eyes fixed on you like a predator seizing its prey. Whatever scheme he had planned for your first day, you are sure he will make it unforgettable. “So you’re absolutely certain you won’t steal away with me? Just for a bite? I promise I’m terribly well-behaved. Well…occasionally.”

“I’m certain .” You muttered under your breath, his smile blatantly telling you this was yet to continue. Of course, it would continue. How dense do you have to be to believe he would not? 

Letting out a long, dramatic sigh, Alastor stepped back from your desk and lifted his hands in surrender before flashing one of his dazzling smirks, followed by a slow shake of his head. “Rejected. How cruel .”

“I’m sure your lunch will be satisfying enough without company.”

“Ah, and that’s the problem.” He poised, raising an eyebrow at you and slipping his hands inside his pockets. “Satisfaction means nothing if you can’t share it with someone who leaves you hungry for more.”

Pausing, you blinked up at him before setting the papers down and turning your attention back to the typewriter. The more you incite the fire, the bigger it will get. “I am certain the gentleman won’t struggle to find someone to share with.”

“True.” He chuckled, his gaze roaming your face. “I have no shortage of…offers. But sometimes I find myself longing for something more…rarer. More exciting …and if I may say so, beautiful too.”

“Then I wish you the best in picking one of the many.”

“My, my!” He pursed his lips, a smile once again returning to adorn his face as he watched you slowly looking for the keys.“If you put it like that , I may need a little extra time to choose.”

“Then I suggest you make haste, Mr. Alastor.” You said without looking up, plucking the paper off the typewriter, hoping he didn’t notice the complete gibberish you wrote. You’re getting short on papers, and you’re embarrassed to ask someone for more.

"Very well, darling.” Alastor ran his fingers on his moustache before adjusting his bowtie, offering you a lazy wave before turning on his heel. ”I'll just go feast with my sorrow instead. A most pitiful lunch, I'm sure."

“Not going to pick?” The words left your lips faster than you intended. This is something you have to start to work on.

Alastor paused at the doorway, glancing over his shoulder.“You’re not interested, so I will work with what I have at the moment.”

“Sad .” You murmured with a small wiggle of your brows, trying to prevent your lips from curling while actively ignoring the obvious jolly man at the door.

“You sure-!”

“Have a nice lunch, Mr. Alastor.”

“Likewise, Miss Intern.” And with that, he sauntered off, whistling a chipper tune that lingered in your head far longer than it had any right to. 

You fought the seething urge to either bury your face in your hands or directly into the typewriter as the once muted office chatter gradually returned with colored smirks and not-so-subtle glances.

Reaching for the papers, you smoothed the wrinkled edges, pretending not to hear the hushed whispers that made your skin itch. Your gaze inconspicuously slid towards the little cluster of coworkers nearby, catching Chloe with her back turned to you. 

Alastor hadn’t been specific about which department she worked in, though according to him, she was having an affair with one of the department chiefs. That narrowed things down…a bit. You could only assume she was a secretary. Could she be in your department? You’ll have to ask Alastor.

‘This is going to be a long trial.’ You thought with a low sigh, grabbing the gibberish report, shredding the words ‘ annoying, new furniture, clothes smelling of cigarettes, and Jasper ’ you had written while Alastor was still working your last nerve.

You blinked, reaching for your cold coffee and setting it away from you. You hadn’t even realized you were paying attention to how much he smoked. You knew he did, of course. Just… not that he smoked enough for it to stick. Or maybe it had always been there, and you’d just pushed it into the far corners of your mind, along with all the other things you refused to dwell on.

“Here you go, rookie.” Chloe’s voice intruded into your thoughts as she set a small stack of fresh paper on your desk, her red lips curling into a knowing smirk. “For your marvelous work, though if I were you, I’d clear the area a bit.” She made a circular motion with her index finger, gesturing around the scattered clutter. ”It’s starting to look a little like a child’s school desk.”

You frowned, eyes stalking her until she disappeared through the doorway, her heels echoing away down the hallway. Once she was gone, the office felt a little warmer, quieter, and somehow bigger. 

Regardless, you still didn’t feel completely at ease.

It only took ten minutes for your day to start getting complicated. Out of nowhere, a stack of files was dropped onto your desk with a thud that made your pencils scatter. She was older, soft-spoken, with a poker-face look to her. “I need you to take these to the archives. They’re buried at the far end of the building. Don’t dawdle. We’re behind on paperwork as it is.”

“I-! Shouldn’t this be for someone who knows the area better than I do? I’ve yet to be shown around the station.” You pursed your lips, brows knitting as you stared at the pile of files in front of you.

“You need to keep up, missy.” She sternly replied, her eyes drifting to the overflowing trash can beside her. “And as Mr. Banks’ secretary, I find you perfectly suited for the task.” 

You only nodded, watching her give your trash can a light kick, making a few crumpled ball papers tumble down.“And clean this mess.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Watching her leave, you wasted no time grabbing the stack and stepping out of your office. You’d barely been shown around, regretting turning down Peggy’s offer to give you a tour when you first arrived. But Alastor had been nearby at the time, and you knew better than anyone that if he’d noticed, he would’ve inserted himself.

Now, wandering through identical hallways, you were starting to regret a lot more. Your arms ached from the mountain of files pressed against your chest, and the longer you idled around, the shakier your grip became. 

You tried asking for directions, twice, to be exact, but both times you were brushed off without a glance or met with meaningless throwaways like, “Just a second, doll.”, “Can it wait?”, “Hey, can I bum a buck off ya?”, or your favorite, patronizing one, “You new here, aren’t you?“

“Next time, I’m bringing proper footwear instead of these heels .” You muttered, pausing in the middle of the hallway as you rolled your foot, trying to adjust the shoe that was currently chewing into your side. “ Don’t care what they will say. ”

“Well, well, if it isn’t the hardest worker in the office.”

Spinning with a startled squeak, your eyes widened, and your shoulders gave a faint jolt. The surprise drained from your face in a slow blink, and your lips pressed into a tight line. Your first day was proving to be full of surprises.

Alastor stepped out of a nearby office, watching with sheer amusement as you wrestled with the stack of files in your arms. “Let me guess, running errands already?” He closed the door behind him and took a lazy step forward. “Wouldn’t it be easier if you just let me help? I’m quite the expert in handling difficult, demanding tasks.” 

“I’ve got it under control, thank you.” You closed your eyes and lifted your chin, striding past him. “Besides, this isn’t difficult at all.”

“You’re going in the wrong direction, darling.” Alastor called after you, barely unable to suppress a chuckle as you came to a full stop in the middle of the hallway, back facing him. 

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks growing warm.“I knew that.”

“The archives are located in the far end, on the second floor. Did you know that, too?”

“Of course I did, I was just…just exploring.” You glanced over your shoulder, arms tightening around the files as one nearly slipped.

“You are on the third floor . The stairs are in your department wing.” He stepped closer, flashing you a teasing smirk as you carefully turned to him. “Why don’t you just let me help?”

Taking a deep breath, you bit the tip of your tongue. You’re so done with these files that you don’t care anymore. “I am perfectly capable of handling my tasks, but I suppose there’s no harm in accepting… a little help.”

“Then help you shall have, dearest.” He chuckled.” After all, it’s not every day I get the privilege of helping out such a diligent, spirited intern.” Alastor strolled up to you and took just one file from your pile and proceeded to slowly flip through the pages.

“Alastor!!!” You gasped, trying to snatch the file out of his hand, only for him to quickly pull it just out of your reach, and you to grip onto the rest that almost fell from your arms. “Those are from Mr. Banks.”

“I know, I personally requested you'd be put under his watchful eye.”

“You what?” You quickly adjusted the files in your arms before they could slip again.

“Seriously, darling?”Alastor rolled his eyes, dodging when you attempted to reach for the file a second time while he was still casually reading it. ”Can’t you remember? He was at our wedding .” 

“He was??” You shook your head and narrowed your eyes at him. ”I should have known.”

“If I recall it, you asked to be treated like a professional . “ He spared you a glance before returning to his snooping. “Mind you, he wasn’t thrilled about putting you with the others, but he went with it anyway.”

“It doesn’t matter." You glanced around nervously, hoping no one was witnessing the newest intern having a little argument with one of the main broadcasters. “ Give it back, Alastor. I have to get back to work.”

He closed the file with a slow snap and strode over to you and plucked a handful of papers from the top of your stack, relieving the tension in your arms.“Follow me, darling.” Alastor called, opening the same door he’d come from. ”I promise, this is just a quick detour to the archives.”

When you didn’t budge, he flashed you a grin and gestured with his head. “Move those lovely feet. The sooner we go, the sooner you can stop blushing in my presence.”

“If I end up in the boiler room or missing by lunch, I’m haunting you.” You huffed with a shake of your head. “Why do you take great pleasure in being a nuisance?”

"Because I live for it, my love." He stepped aside, eyes fixed on you as you cautiously peeked inside.

“I thought this was an office.” Stepping over the threshold, you found this to be just a rather creepy hallway. The door had certainly misled you, there was even a name engraved on the outside. You could’ve sworn someone worked here.

“No, just a hallway we broadcasters and some department chiefs use to move around. It is particularly useful when you want to avoid people or O’Banyon. I told you about this, remember?”

“The boss?” You looked up at him, catching him quietly shutting the door behind you both.

“Trust me, love, you’ll avoid him too once he starts coming by more often than not.” Alastor placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you forward. “If you want, I can extend this privilege to you. Just make sure to never get caught when using this fantastic little getaway.”

“I don’t plan on using it after this.” You frowned, not even bothering to protest as he plucked a few more files from your stack. At this rate, you were down to just five.

“Suit yourself.”  He shrugged, eyes fixed straight ahead. “But if you change your mind, I can write you a pass. It might come in handy if you get caught. Only we’re allowed to use it, and an intern is…” He trailed off, beaming a sly grin. “…technically not supposed to be here.”

You shot him a glare, clutching the remaining files tighter against your chest. It was becoming clearer by the second that this so-called shortcut had less to do with helping you and more to do with whatever game Alastor was playing.

“And you’re telling me this just now?” 

“Where’s the fun in telling you everything up front?” He replied, purposely brushing his arm against yours. “You’d never follow me anywhere again.”

“Alright. What are you planning, Alastor?”

“I what?” He laughed, slowing his pace until he came to a stop.

“You’re up to something, I just know it.” You stopped too, closing the distance until he was backed against the wall. “Spill it, now. Like now, now.”

“My, my.” He smiled, his eyes half-lidded. “Aren’t you a curious one?”

You raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. “Curious enough to find out if you’re leading me into trouble, or just wasting my time.”

Alastor’s smile deepened, his brown eyes glimmering with mischief. “Maybe a bit of both. But don’t worry, I always make it interesting.”

You let out a short laugh and stepped back. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly charming.” He countered with a wink.

“Just make sure this game of yours doesn’t get me stuck working overtime.” You sighed, turning corners and descending a long, narrow flight of stairs. “I’m still getting used to this whole work thing.”

“No promises, darling.” He smirked, reaching the bottom step and holding the door open for you. ”But what’s a little overtime when you’ve got me for a good company? I'd say it's an investment in quality time.” 

You rolled your eyes and stepped through, entering a hallway lined with identical dark brown and green doors on either side. The air held a sweet, thick scent of old paper and varnish, the lights above illuminating the path ahead as the chevron-patterned wood floor creaked beneath your feet. 

“By the way…which department is Chloe in again?”

Alastor's soft humming faded into a sigh, and a heavy groan left his lips. He knew it was only a matter of time before this question came up. “She’s one of Martin’s secretaries. Records and Archives Department.”

“And-!”

“Let’s not talk about that pretentious, muttonhead.” He reached for your cheek and gently brushed it with his thumb. “No need to sour this little tryst of ours.”

“Very well.” You murmured, licking your lips as your cheek began tingling for his touch. "What exactly makes you such an expert at handling difficult tasks? Besides annoying interns, of course.”

“Ah, well.” His grin widened as the two of you continued down the broader hallway. ”I’ve been around this place long enough to know all the shortcuts and pitfalls. You’d be surprised how many people are truly grateful for my help.”

“Oh!” You arched an eyebrow and tilted your head. “How unexpectedly diligent of you.”

“Fine, you caught me." He admitted, giving you a gentle nudge with his elbow. "I’m only helpful when I have such a darling audience worth impressing. Besides.” Alastor’s voice dropped, and you felt your pulse quickening, instinctively pulling back just an inch as he leaned in. "You can't blame me for showing off, especially with the way you look at me and bite that sharp tongue of yours. I wonder what else I could do to keep your attention.”

“Flattery won’t save you just because you’re ‘helping’ me.” You nudged him back, making the space around more breathable. 

“I was hoping it wouldn’t.” He chuckled, a sly smirk curling his lips as he stopped in front of a heavy metal door marked ‘Archives’ in peeling, faded letters. “You’re a welcome distraction, sweetheart. We could always talk more over coffee. What do you say?”

“I’ll think about it.” You replied, turning to the door before you.“So, this is the archive? Are there more of these?”

“There are some, yes.” Alastor replied, pulling a key from his pocket. “For different departments.”

You slowly narrowed your eyes, chewing the inside of your cheek, the moment it clicked in the lock. “ You have a key?”

“Of course I do.” He flashed you a grin. “Senior broadcaster perks.”

“And I don’t?”

He chuckled, holding the door open, motioning you inside. “Technically, you were supposed to request it from your supervisor. I’m sure you must’ve skipped that part.”

“I wasn’t told.” You held his gaze as you stepped inside, his eyebrows lifted, and his smile grew.

“If you’re implying I orchestrated this entire delivery just to get you alone in the archives.”  Alastor let the door shut behind you with a heavy clang that echoed across the room and shook your bones.”I’m flattered you think I’m that clever.”

“You read me like an open book.” Your voice trailed off, taking in the surroundings the moment he turned on the light.

You’d never have guessed this section was practically a labyrinth of tall, metal cabinets. “But shouldn’t someone who works here longer be responsible for this kind of thing? This is not exactly just... coffee errands, or swapping out the typewriter’s ink ribbons.”

“Actually, if you read your contract, which I kindly gave to your pretty little hands.” Alastor slipped the key back into his pocket and guided you forward with one hand on your shoulder. "You'd know interns are granted archive access after a trial period.” He forced you to turn around the corner, his hand giving your shoulder a light squeeze.” And, since Banks trusts me…and because we’re married , he extended that trust to you.”

“But this is my first day.” 

“Exactly.” He stopped, tilting his head down at you. “Which is why you’re here doing something very important. Better just to get over it, no? To prepare you for when you’re sent back here.”

“I’m here because of you, aren’t I?”

“No , darling.” He removed his hand from you, keeping the rest of the files securely tucked under his right arm. ”You’re here because he wants to see how you handle small things.” His brown eyes followed as you stepped away from him, scanning the cabinets.” Don’t worry, if you mess it up, I’ll happily lie for you.”

“How noble.” You chuckled, wandering further through the maze, until you realized you had no idea where to even begin. 

Turning around, you spotted Alastor standing a few feet away, casually leaning against a cabinet with his arms folded, watching you with that same maddening smirk.

“Be sure to follow the serial numbers on the folders, love.” His voice was low and soft, almost lazy, as you approached. “It’ll make your life easier, and spare the system a lovely little disaster.”

You squinted, noticing the files he’d taken from you were gone, and a quick glance at the serial numbers on your folders and the cabinet beside him confirmed you’d been in the right place all along. 

Of course, this man would just stand there and let you wander around like a fool. “You could’ve mentioned that before I started wandering around.” 

“Don’t patronize me.” He pushed himself off the cabinet, his smirk never leaving his lips. “It’s not my fault you’re stubborn.”

“ Stubborn ??”

“Mhm.” His arms slid behind his back. “Very, very sssstubborn.”

“I...I’m not falling for that again.” You sighed with a shake of your head. “What now? Can you please help me? You know, since you’re here ?”

Alastor chuckled, gesturing to the nearby cabinet with a slow flick of his chin. “Put them there. Sorted by code, if you may. Oh, and if you want to be extra helpful…” He tilted his head, mischievousness sparkling incessantly behind his brown eyes, watching you open the metal drawers. “ Flip them over. ”

“What?” You paused with a file hovering over another. “Why? That doesn't make any sense.”

“It’s just for fun.”

Pursing your lips, your shoulders slumped, and a faint furrow formed between your brows. There it is, his dorky little plan. You had to admit, you were enjoying this quite a lot. But there’s no way you’d tell him that. If you do, Alastor would ruin the deal.“Really, Alastor?”

“Relax, my beloved.” He snorted, taking the remaining files from your arms and putting them inside. “Melt the ice a little. Enjoy yourself. I certainly am.”

”I’m not going to cause trouble to my department, Alastor. They’ll know it was me and-! Oh, you’re just trying to get a reaction out of me.”

“Hm. No, not really.” He raised both eyebrows and grinned down at you. “If you mess it up, you’ll have to come reorganize the whole thing. I’d love to lend a hand.”

“How does the couch sound to you, huh?”

“Huh- What?”

“No guest room. No main room.”You jabbed a finger into his chest. ” And don’t even dare dreaming of me.”

“Oh, why do you always have to ruin my fun?” He huffed, flipping the files back into place. “Always with the no-sharing space threat. I’m just trying to give you one hell of a fun time.”

“Just flip them up, and the top too, I can’t reach those.”

“Can I get a little motivation?”

“For the last time, Alastor, I can’t cook jambalaya.” You looked away, furrowing your eyebrows and crossing your arms.” Last time I did, it came out all watery. Jasper didn’t even spare a sniff.”

“Criminal ! ”

“Shut up.” You nudged him on the ribs, making him laugh. “You offered help. Now help.”

“Well.” He sighed, dusting off his hands and closing the metal drawers. “What a lovely little adventure we had. I’ll walk you back.”

“Hold on, one more thing.” You tugged at his vest, pulling him back. “Our deal meant that no one can know we are married.”

“I know !”

“Then stop whatever you’re doing. I don’t want them thinking the new intern has privileges over people who’ve worked here for years.”

“First of all, my dear. You do have privileges.” He lifted a finger and booped your nose. “Second, I’m just flirting with this fetching new intern.”

You folded your arms and raised a thin eyebrow, shifting the weight from one leg to the other. “Ohhh?” 

“If you ask me, she’s quite the eye-catcher.” Alastor circled you and settled his hands on your shoulders, brushing his left cheek against your right one, making the hairs on your nape rise. He definitely felt the shudder travelling through your body. “I think I’m falling hard for her .”

“Knock it off.” You pushed him away with a scoff and trotted toward the path you both came from, ignoring his delighted giggles. “If you don't take this seriously, then I don't want to talk to you anymore.”

“Lighten up, my delightful caterpillar." He cooed, his footsteps echoing softly behind you as he trailed through the aisle, retrieving the key from his pocket.

“I mean it, Alastor.” You reached for the heavy metal door, glancing at him over your shoulder and clenching your fists. “I’m officially restricting you from flirting with me.”

“Yes, my love.”

“Alastor !”

“I promise not to bother you.” He said, stopping near you, an impish smile slowly curling on his lips. “For the rest of the day…unless temptation strikes.”

“Temptation better stay far away, or you’re in deep trouble.”

The breakroom was blissfully peaceful…until it wasn’t.

You were sitting at the far end of one of the longer tables, munching your poor sandwich, trying to pretend the world, Alastor , didn’t exist. Apparently, the warning you’d left behind in the archives a few hours ago had gone in one ear and straight out the other.

Across the room, your lovely husband was sprawled at a smaller table, elbow propped lazily on the surface, chin resting in his palm while watching you with a smug smirk that made your skin prickle.

He winked when you met his eyes, prompting your gaze to immediately drop onto three faded coffee rings near your orange juice. ‘ Don’t engage. Just chew. Swallow. Pretend he’s a piece of furniture. Think of Jasper.’  

With a hard swallow, you turned your left shoulder toward him, narrowing your eyes and squeezing your sandwich a little too tightly. The moment he began walking over, you straightened up and kept your head fixed forward.

Slowly approaching your table, Alastor casually checked his watch and slid a folded napkin beside your lunchbox before walking out of the breakroom without sparing you a second glance.   

Looking around, you made sure the few others in the room hadn’t noticed the exchange that took place, and quickly snatched the napkin. You set your sandwich down and reached for your glass of orange juice, taking a mouthful and letting the cool liquid help push down the dense lump of sandwich still lingering in your throat.

Pursing your lips, you put the glass down and pushed your chair slightly back, unfolding the napkin beneath the table. You smiled as your eyes landed on a smudged doodle of two stick figures holding hands beneath three floating hearts. One wore a crooked little bowtie while the other fancied a scowl and a caterpillar for a hat. 

Tracing the doodle with your finger, you felt a strange warmth blooming inside your tight chest as you realized once again there was more to the man behind the sharp smile and contagious mischief than you’d first believed.

Colors.

He was colorful, and you…liked it.

“Aww, that’s so cute.” A voice suddenly said, making you jolt in your seat and whip your head around at the same time, a woman plucked the napkin out of your hand. “You’re a victim of Alastor too?” Her southern accent was thick yet honey-sweet.

“I-Im’ sorry?” Your stammered, eyebrows knitting as you stared at her in horror. 

She chuckled, waving the napkin dismissively while dragging out the chair beside you. “Hun, you’re in for heartbreak. That man’s not interested in anything but work.”

The corner of your lips twitched into a forced smile. “D-Duly noted.”

“I know he can be very charming and  gets all the new girls in a twist, but you’d do well to leave him be.” She leaned closer, cupping her hand around her mouth like a shell.” He’s married .”

“Oh-I! I didn’t know.” You replied with a nervous laugh, eyes flicking between hers and the napkin trapped between her fingers.

“Mhm!” The woman shook her head, already tearing it in half. “Trust me, you don’t want to be caught walking around with a doodle of you and him. Alastor? He only has eyes for his wife. It's like she’s got him wrapped around her finger.”

“I never would have guessed.” You straightened up in your seat and reached for your orange juice. 

“Oh, baby doll.” She giggled, her round cheeks dimpling as she nudged your elbow with a wink. “I don’t blame ya. That man’s a catch and a half. I mean, look at him. ” She fanned herself with the torn half of the napkin. “Tall, handsome, sharp as a whip, charming, and completely hooked on his wife?…oof, mama likes it. Loyalty? Yes , please.”

You took a sip of your juice, hoping the cool liquid would do something to the heat that continued to grow across your chest and face. You knew this type of conversation would happen sooner or later. It’s no surprise, taking into account who your husband is.

“Mhm. It makes you wonder what he’s like in-!”

“I’m certain that’s only between him and his wife.” You interrupted, setting your glass down and grabbing your sandwich, not sparing her a glance.

“C’mon, honey. Don’t act like you haven’t wondered. I mean, the doodle?” She lifted a brow, a teasing smile playing at her lips. “Just saying.”

“Hello, ladies. Mind if I join in?” 

You looked up to see a second woman sliding into the seat in front of you. Her rosy lips flashed you a friendly smile. “Sorry, I’m late.”

“I was wondering why you were taking so long.” The first woman said, scooting her things aside to make space. “I was just telling the new girl that Alastor is strictly off-limits.”

“Oh, Alastor?” The newcomer’s eyes lit up like someone had just mentioned the dessert. “He’s such a gentleman. Beat a guy pretty bad once for getting handsy with Peggy. I think his name is Jacob?” She waved a hand dismissively.” It doesn’t matter. What matters is that it took three men to pry him off. I thought he was gonna kill him.”

“He was going.” The first woman cracked a laugh, making you wince and recoil. “I only wish I had popcorn for the show.”

“He looked so good with all that pent-up rage.” The second sighed as she opened her lunchbox. “Tousled hair, sweat glistening on that dusky skin… like a wild animal.”

“Oh, I get the hots just thinking about it.”

They both laughed in union, drawing a few annoyed glances from the rest of the room. You kept your head down, eyes on your sandwich, while taking small bites as your cheek continued to burn. 

“Anyway.” The one beside you started, licking the corner of her lips as her gaze slowly swept over your figure. “He’s married, sweetie. But if you’re looking, Ethan, Daniel, Thomas, William, Benjamin, Keith, and Terry are all great catches. Especially Keith, he’s adorably clumsy. Just… steer clear of Rowan.” She shot a quick, knowing look at her friend. “That one’s mine . ”

“And Spencer.” The one in front of you added with a smile, pointing at herself. “I claimed him.”

“I-Huh-I won’t. I promise.” You raised your glass and downed the rest of your juice, hoping it could finally rinse the damned heat that also nestled on your neck.

The second woman lightly nudged you under the table to get your attention. “Alastor’s got that mysterious spark. He’s so assertive and fun-loving. Always teasing people with jokes and that smile. “ She sighed, drawing a slow circle in the air with her hand as she glanced toward the ceiling. “It just makes him so… magnetic.”

“I’m Harper, by the way.” The one beside you gestured with a hand to her friend. “And that’s Samantha.”

“Y/n.” You replied politely. “A pleasure.”

“Which department?”

“Mr. Russell Banks.” You nodded, fiddling with your sandwich and deciding to skip the apple you’d packed.

“Ah, the Programming and Operations department.” Harper commented with a nod. “He’s a bit stern, but a solid guy.”

Samantha chuckled, taking her food out of the lunchbox.“You’re not gonna ask our department?” 

“Huh? Oh! Y-yes. Uh, what department are you in?”

“Sales and Marketing.” Harper replied, resting her chin in her palm. “If you ever want to meet a celebrity, I’ll swing by and fetch ya pretty face.”

“That’s… so nice of you.” You hoped your embarrassment wasn’t as obvious as a kid trying to lie with cookie crumbs all over their face. “I-I might just take you up on that.”

“Who wouldn't want to meet a celebrity?” Harper grinned.

“Shy little doll.” Samantha giggled. “Lighten up, you are our friend now.”

“And friends don’t let friends end up branded as a homewrecker.” Harper added, her eyes quietly falling onto your wedding ring.“We just saved your reputation, sugar.”

Then, they both began chatting about late reports and some mix-up with client lists, before their tone lowered into full-on gossip about trivial things, names you weren’t even sure belonged to people who worked at the station.

You quietly exhaled, your eyes flicking to the torn napkin pieces near Harper’s elbow, and then back to your sandwich. Maybe next time, you’d just eat in the archive.

After a long day, the office finally quieted down. The constant humming of the typewriters and lively chattering had been replaced by the occasional faint rustle of paper and the distancing clack of retreating heels and soles.

Most had gone home, and frankly, you should’ve too, if a certain someone hadn’t made your day just difficult enough to push your tasks into overtime. Now that you thought about it, you weren’t even sure what your full schedule was supposed to look like. 

There had been so much thrown at you the moment you arrived, you must’ve missed it. You’d have to ask Alastor about it since he is the one who pulled a few strings to get you to be put under Mr. Banks' department.

Slouching over your desk, you fought the heaviness behind your eyes with all your might, while actively ignoring the dull ache in your legs and the slight swelling in your feet. Sure, you were used to heels, but after the whole cabin incident, you’d switched to shorter, more comfortable ones.

The last time you wore anything tall was when Alastor had taken you to Mimzy’s bar, where you danced like there was no tomorrow. What an exciting night that had been. One day, you’d visit Mimzy and ask if Alastor had spoken to that goon who had been annoying her.

Feeling a small prick at your elbow, you blinked tiredly and looked toward the door. There stood Alastor, casually leaning against the doorframe with his bowtie hanging undone around his neck, and the top three buttons of his shirt left open. His coat was draped over one arm, while the other hand rested comfortably in his pocket.

He smiled at you from the doorway, wiggling his eyebrows once and nodding toward the thick, four-times-folded piece of paper resting on your desk. “If this is another doodle… I swear, Alastor!”

He gasped, hand immediately flying to his chest. “How dare you! That one was a masterpiece. This, I assure you, is brilliantly equal.”

You arched a brow, staying perfectly still.

“Go on.” He slowly stepped into the empty office, his chest puffing with pride.”Humble yourself with my wits, dear.”

Drawing closer to your desk, Alastor began slipping on his coat, his eyes flicking between you and the folded paper in front of you. With a quiet sigh, you picked it up and unfolded it, staring for a moment as the corner of your lips slowly curled.

“For the tragic, overworked intern. Don’t work too hard. ”

- Your favorite nuisance

“You are such a jerk.” You snorted with a light shake of your head and a half-smile lingering on your lips.

“A jerk with a heart of gold.”

“Hmm, I'm not so sure about that.” You chuckled, tucking the note into your drawer with a heavy exhale.

“You wound me, my prized treasure.” Alastor reached for your handbag and slipped the strap over his forearm. “Do you think my heart isn’t made of gold?”

“More like coal.” You quipped, putting your coat and hat on, before reaching for your lunchbox. 

“Fine, I admit it. My heart is purely made of coal.” Alastor mused, sliding an arm around your shoulders, and drawing you closer, leading you away through the sunset-bathed hallway of the silent radio station. “And I’m in terrible need of a kindred fire to warm me.” 

“I swear, dealing with your antics wore me out more than Jasper’s mischief ever did.” You sighed, resting your head against his side as his hand slid down to gently caress your arm.“This better not become a regular thing, Alastor.”

“Tomorrow.” He glanced down at you before fixing his eyes on the elevator. ”I’ll let you work in peace… well, most of the time.”

“You better not. You’re a broadcaster. I don’t know how you manage to get any work done between all your little misadventures.”

“For you, I always make time.” He chuckled, giving your shoulders a light squeeze. “Didn’t you tune into my broadcast?”

“No.” You admitted, sensing the elevator’s approaching beneath your feet.”My department does a roulette game to pick the lucky broadcaster. Today was Mr. Simon. ”

“That sounds fun.”

“I guess.” You mumbled, giving him a brief sideways glance. “But, stop annoying me, Alastor.”

“I promise.” He made a cross over his heart with a long, slender finger. “To prove how serious I am, how about I fix you a nice, hot bath, followed by a delicious dinner... and finish the night off with a majestic foot rub? Sounds good?”

“Seducing me with sweet promises?”

“Is it working?” He asked, sliding open the elevator’s accordion-style gate and stepping in with you.

“To be honest, you had me at the foot rub.” You smiled up at him, closing your eyes as he slightly pushed your hat back to plant a kiss on your forehead.

”The first day is always grueling, but you'll get used to it, my darling flower.” Alastor slid the elevator gate shut and pressed the button, keeping you nestled in his arms.

You let out a soft hum, eyes fluttering close as you leaned into his side, feeling the slow, steady descent of the elevator. 

It had been a strange and chaotic day, and between Alastor’s antics and the unexpected, thrilling mayhem that ensued right after, you had to admit…this was not a terrible first day at all.