How would Al react to this outfit, you ask? Well...😏😏😏

He would offer to buy her new jeans. 😐

And then he would give her a jacket. 😐

Alastor is an old fashioned gentleman. He doesn't understand nor does he partake in the sexualization of clothing.

Unless of course, they're behind closed doors or away from prying eyes...🤫🤭

Fawn's POV

I began to wake up, but kept my eyes shut.

My throat hurt, and my cheeks felt like they were pulled taught from all the dried tears.

Immediately I noticed something off...my hand went down to my stomach, a shooting pain blaring through my lower belly muscles and slightly into my legs.

A small groan slipped past my lips, the dull ache bringing me a lot of discomfort.

Slowly I sat up, keeping my hand firmly against my stomach as my eyes opened.

I was very confused, noticing it was now dark outside...and also I was laying on something hard, not the bed.

Upon closer investigation, I realized I was on the floor...in front of the bedroom door.

Oh...right...

Looking around, I don't know why I was expecting him to be in here, but I tried to find Al anyway.

"Al...?" I said, but my voice was scratchy, so I cleared my throat.

The room was still empty...I guess he never came up.

Not that I blame him...

My lips set into a deep frown, my brows furrowing...guilt settled onto my shoulders as I recalled our argument.

I had been so angry...but now I'm just sad, and ashamed. Ashamed that I lashed out at him the way I did...I don't know what got into me.

Another pain shot through my stomach and I winced...what the hell? Why does my stomach hurt so bad?

Quickly I gathered myself off the floor, rushing to the bathroom. I thought I needed the toilet, my brain connecting the stomach pains with diarrhea.

However, as I was walking I felt...something different between my legs.

My eyes widened.

Wait...fuck, what day is it?

My steps slowed, and I entered the bathroom, slowly flicking the light on.

My reflection stared back at me...dark circles under my eyes and ruffled, messy hair. The blouse I was wearing was now askew and wrinkled, leaving me to look like a hot mess.

Reluctantly I brought my hand between my legs, touching my crotch gently. Even through the thick fabric I could feel how soaked the pants were...and when I brought my hand back up, it was shaking.

And covered in blood.

Well...while that explains a few things, it also brings about several new problems.

What am I going to do? There's so much blood...

Another pain made me bite my tongue, a whimper forcing out of my throat.

I took a few deep breaths and growled. Of fucking course my period skips months and decides that this is the month it'll make its grand appearance before fucking off again for who knows how long.

Just a perk of infertility...no periods! Well...usually. When the occasion occurs where it does show itself...it's brutal.

Heavy flow and pain.

A bit of sweat was gathering against my forehead as I clutched the counter, my knuckles turning white. My other hand clutched my stomach tightly, just willing the cramps to let up for a second so I could think properly.

The area between my legs was beginning to feel sticky and uncomfortable, so without a second thought I shed my soiled pants.

My underwear looked like a crime scene, and blood was quickly smearing between my thighs.

My breathing quickened and I stared in horror.

What do I do! I can't...Al...

He's not gonna help me after what I did to him...I...oh god...

I nearly doubled over when a particularly painful cramp hit me, making my legs feel weak.

A choked whine escaped my wide open mouth, my eyes wrenching shut to try and block out the horrible feeling.

I'm used to this...but hell, it doesn't make it any easier.

All I could think about was Alastor...I just want him, right now...that's what my brain is asking me for, him.

Hell...he's probably out slaughtering the town. The last thing he wants to do is help me with my...feminine issues.

I don't care...I want him...

Tears pricked my eyes, and I took another deep breath, working through the pain to turn and walk out of the bathroom.

Except, I didn't make it far.

Before I could even stop myself, I was on my knees. I've never been stabbed before, but I imagine this is what it must feel like.

Repeatedly.

The tears overflowed, and I whimpered, trying to help myself back up, but failing.

Blood was getting everywhere, and I felt hot as coal. Sweat was running down my flushed face, coating the back of my neck like I was a sinner in church.

Broken sobs left my throat, the pain causing my vision to blacken at the edges. The first night is always the worst for me.

Each time I tried to pull myself up, I recoiled back to the floor when the feeling only got worse.

I cried out, doing the only thing I could think of to get help. Normally, I had mama.

I haven't had one this bad since before she passed, but now she's not here.

My heavy sobs continued, only rising in volume.

"Alastor!" I wailed his name, choking on the words slightly.

Not even 10 seconds later I heard the sound of someone running on the lower floor, then up the steps and finally nearly falling into the room.

"Fawn!" The light flipped on, and I could only assume he's looking for me.

"Over here!" I whimpered, and then heard him rush towards me before he finally came into view.

He looked just about the same as I did when I'd woken up.

"Fawn!" He fell to his knees and took my outstretched hand, "baby, what's wrong...why-why is there blood everywhere? D-did you hurt yourself, are you ok?"

My eyes widened at how worried he sounded. The look on his face was frantic, and I could see dried tear tracks trailing his cheeks.

His eyes were reddened and puffy around the edges, and it only made me feel that much worse about earlier.

My lip quivered and I let out a soft sob, crawling up into his lap.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." I cried into his chest, and he was still for a moment.

I don't even know which part of tonight I'm apologizing for.

Everything? Yea, that's probably a broad enough answer.

He let go of my hand before wrapping both his arms around me to pull me up into his lap completely. After situating himself properly, he laid my head against his chest and shushed me.

"Sweetie...please, don't cry...I'm the one who needs to be apologizing...but right now, I need you to tell me what's going on, why are you on the bathroom floor covered..." his words slowly fell off, and my body trembled against him.

I felt sick, nervous, and like someone was carving me like a thanksgiving turkey.

"...in blood..." he finished quietly, mumbling slightly.

Then, I felt his hand slide down between my legs.

He applied a bit of pressure before pulling away and observing his now blood soaked fingers.

It was deathly quiet, and I didn't want to say anything.

But he was quiet for a little bit too long, and I got nervous as I watched him carelessly wipe the blood off his fingers and onto his dress shirt.

"I-I'm sorry..." I whimpered, "I- I didn't want to bother you, a-and I didn't mean to g-get blood on anything, I just—"

My words caught in my throat when I felt his hand on my face and he gently helped me look up at him.

"Of all the things you don't need to apologize for..." he whispered, then shook his head, "I don't even want you to ever think about apologizing to me for this."

I stared up at him, my eyes widening slightly.

Then I blinked, tears filling my eyes again as I shook my head and looked away from him, "b-but it's dirty, I-I got blood all over everything, I'm—"

"Beautiful. You are beautiful," he cut me off, and I sucked on my bottom lip.

He tilted my head up again, "and I can take you insulting me...I know you didn't mean it...I have heard worse. What I won't tolerate is you speaking down about yourself...especially about something you have no control over. You are not dirty. Blood washes out. Now come..."

Effortlessly he picked me up off the floor and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"We'll get you a hot bath to help with your tummy...I know it probably hurts..." he set me on the cold porcelain toilet seat, and I immediately tried to arch away from it, still not wanting to get blood on anything else.

He stopped me, holding my shoulders gently.

Then he pressed his lips to mine quickly, kissing me for a few long seconds.

Until, finally, I settled into a relaxed sitting position.

Slowly he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

"Please, let me do this for you..." he nearly whimpered, "words can't express how sorry I am about earlier, please...let me take care of you..." he begged me.

I blinked, my lips parted as I stared into his misty eyes.

Then I just nodded slightly, and he finally smiled.

I felt his thumb brush over my cheek, and he went to pull away from me to run a bath.

Before he could, I grabbed his wrist and held him captive for a few more seconds. I wanted to apologize, too, but I have a feeling he won't accept it even if I do.

So I said the only thing I knew he really needed to hear.

"I-I love you..." I stuttered quietly, my voice sounding a bit weak.

His eyes widened and I watched his pupils expand slightly as we made silent eye contact.

Then he just gave me another quick kiss before slipping away from me and starting the faucet.

**

After my bath, Alastor wrapped me up in a towel and laid me down in bed.

He's downstairs right now making something that he said he thinks will help.

Honestly, I'll take anything he's got. They don't have ibuprofen in this time period, and there's no way I'm letting Al stick me with a needle full of morphine.

When I'd worried about just bleeding on everything all over again, he kissed me and reassured me that even if I do get blood on something, he can clean it out.

Right now I'm just patiently waiting for him to return.

It hasn't been long, but I really want him here...I don't know what time it is, but it's gotta be late, and we're going to be so tired in the morning if we don't get some sleep.

Or, I am, at least.

Footsteps approached the door, and then it burst open to reveal a smiling Alastor holding a mug.

"Tada! Mother's secret recipe," he hummed, "of course she taught me, but this herbal concoction used to make any pain I had just disappear!" He said with flare, and I giggled.

He brought me the mug, gently handing it over to me.

"Careful, baby, it's hot..." he warned softly, and I blew on it.

The steam swirled around above the semi-transparent liquid, and I tested it with my lips before determining it was cool enough to drink.

Immediately, I had to hold back a gag.

I glanced up at Al, and he was looking at me expectantly. So, reluctantly, I forced myself to swallow and gave him a big smile.

This is his mother's recipe! I can't just let him know it's fucking terrible!

"Thanks, babe..." I strained, and he cocked his brow in amusement.

"Oh? My, I was expecting you to spit it out. That's what I did my first ever taste of it."

I let out a relieved breath, "oh my god, so it's not just my taste buds..." I shook my head and looked back up at him, "what in the world is in that?"

He chuckled, "why, it's a secret...! plus, if you knew what was in it, you wouldn't drink it..." he mumbled slightly, looking off to the side.

I cocked an eyebrow at that and opened my mouth to protest, but he cut in.

"Ah! My dear, look...I brought you a sanitary belt!"

My focus switched to the object he pulled out of seemingly nowhere, and my eyes widened.

"What the fuck is that?" I gawked, staring at the medieval torture device in his hand.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, "a sanitary belt? Lady folk wear them to help with their lady issues...at least, this is what I bring Niffty when she has an emergency...I had an extra laying around because...well, when most of your friends are females, you never know..." he said sheepishly and shrugged.

I blinked at the object, and tilted my head.

"Is it...a pad?" I questioned, and he began to gently help me out of bed.

"Um...perhaps that's what they are called later on?" He suggested, pulling my towel away before handing me the...sanitary belt.

"Doesn't look very sanitary..." I mumbled, looking over the device.

"Oh! You can switch the, um, the little napkin...? Yes, the thing that absorbs the blood, you can switch it, I have more!" He said with a quick nod, and I smiled at his willingness to help.

So, it is like a pad...I guess it just didn't stick to the underwear yet, so they used this fitted belt as compromise.

As I pulled it on, I looked up at Al, "thanks...you're my knight in shining armor," I said and scrunched my nose at him playfully.

He chuckled, and a bit of blush dusted his cheeks.

When I finally got it on, it was too loose.

"Um...Al...?"

He hummed, "well...uh, here..." he reached forward and tightened the straps at the sides, and I held onto him for support.

That worked, leaving me to stand in this ancient diaper, looking like a true idiot.

But, y'know, whatever it takes.

I snorted softly, going over to the dresser to pull out a night shirt to wear, "watch out, now, Al...with this bad boy on I'm going to be beating men off with a stick," I joked, grabbing a silk shirt and throwing it over my head.

Then I gasped when I felt hands on my hips from behind, and he dipped into my neck to run his lips along my skin.

"Who needs a stick when I have led bullets..." he purred, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder.

A shiver ran down my spine, and I leaned back into him.

His kisses got rougher, and my face began to feel hot as he started to leave hickeys instead of butterfly kisses.

When he was finished, he hummed, "much better...my marks had begun to fade, and we can't be having that," he chuckled, making me roll my eyes.

I turned to face him, laying my hands against his chest as I smiled up at him.

My eyes softened, and I glanced at his cheek, remembering the moment from earlier as a flash in my mind.

The noise...his expression...

I brought my hand up to his face, giving him a far more gentle touch.

"I'm so sorry..." I whispered, "for hitting you...that wasn't right..."

He shook his head, laying his hand over top of mine, "it didn't really hurt, darling...I shouldn't have spoken to you the way I did..." he responded just as soft.

I pouted slightly, "that's no excuse for me to put my hands on you, Al...whether I hurt you or not."

He looked down at me a moment, his eyes full of...something...

He looks like he's remembering something.

Then he just smiled a bit softer and nodded, "yes...ok...alright, then, I forgive you," he relented, finally letting me actually apologize.

I beamed up at him, and bounced slightly on my feet, unable to contain my happiness.

He then put his hand to my face, mirroring my action, "and I apologize as well, for what I said...and for what I did. I shouldn't have made such a decision without an okay from you first, I realize that now...unfortunately, Mindy's employment is out of my hands, but tomorrow I shall talk to Thomas. If you don't want the reporting job, I'm not forcing you to take it..." he said softly, and I nodded.

"Thank you...and please, at least try to make him reconsider her..." I softened my tone and brushed my thumb across his cheek, "please?"

"Of course, my darling..." he said before bending down and kissing me gently.

When he pulled away, I kept him close to me and put our foreheads together, "I forgive you, too...I love you."

He drew in a deep breath, and kissed me again, this time a bit deeper.

When he pulled away, he began to tug me towards the bed, "alright...now that we've sorted all of that, let's get some shuteye. Don't want to be lethargic tomorrow," he chuckled, pulling the covers over me when I'd successfully laid down.

He rounded the bed, turning the lights off on his way, and slid in next to me.

"Goodnight, my sweet girl..." he said just above a whisper as he pulled me close to him.

I settled into his chest, a soft smile on my face. The herbal concoction actually did help a little, and the pain was just a dull ache now.

"Goodnight, Al."

**

A/N: For all my non-female and/or female reproductive organ having readers...yes. It's that bad. (For some, myself included.)