Not sure what's going on in this drawing, ig y'all can fabricate a story for it on your own😂

Also, just gonna put this out there...Al is a "the only thing a period stops is a sentence" kinda guy. There. There's your warning. 🙂

Fawn's POV

I finally finished scrubbing the last of the dirt off my aching body.

The muck rinsed down the drain, and I watched it with a disgusted expression.

At least 30 minutes. It had taken at least 30 minutes to get all of that shit off of me, and out of my hair.

My hair especially, oh, it was caked into all of my hair. I'd never cursed my own hair out so much in my entire life, I was throwing words around that Alastor probably would've reprimanded me for had he been here.

I shut the water off with a heavy sigh, making sure I didn't leave any dirt in the tub itself as I watched the brownish water go down the drain.

When I stepped out of the shower, I winced at the discomfort in my leg. Alastor said he thinks I probably tore a muscle or something during the struggle.

Currently, he's out taking care of Mindy...hopefully burying her, like I'd asked.

But knowing him, there's no telling what he may actually be doing.

Slowly I limped my way out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my body. God, I am so freaking tired...

My muscles thanked me as I sat down on the bed, then urged me to lay down. It took little convincing, and I laid down onto the soft pillows.

"Ugh, fuck..." I groaned, laying my arms over my eyes to block out the morning light.

The last few hours have felt like a complete fever dream. I hardly believe any of it actually happened at all, but the scrapes and aches are a pretty concrete reminder.

I blew a soft sigh from my nose, and realized that I was drifting off.

Happily, I accepted this, letting the darkness and quiet flood my consciousness.

**

"Sweetheart..."

Ugh...who's there...

"Sweetie..."

I could feel someone lightly shaking me, but I wasn't ready to open my eyes just yet. It feels so nice just to be asleep...

"Not yet..." I grumbled, half heartedly swiping away whoever was touching me.

There was a soft chuckle and then I felt a kiss against my forehead.

"Come on, get up...I've got something here that will make you feel better. It's a gift from Edith," the voice said, and slowly I recognized it as my boyfriend.

"Al...?" I grumbled, barely squinting my eyes open, "fuck...what time is it..."

"About midday, my darling. I let you sleep since you were so rudely interrupted this morning," he said.

My eyes snapped wide open.

"It's the afternoon?!" I nearly shouted as I shot upright, then promptly regretted that when my body screamed at me to take it slow.

I winced, putting my hand over my aching throat before I felt arms wrap around me to steady me.

"Woah, hey! Not so fast, baby, you'll hurt yourself..." he said worriedly, petting me gently and easing me into a sitting position.

Everything was blurry as my eyes adjusted, including the man seated on my right side. Finally, his smiling image cleared up and he smirked at me.

"Good morning, sunshine, welcome back to the land of the living," he joked, making me roll my eyes as I smiled.

I pushed his shoulder, "shut up...not my fault you let me sleep so long," I grouched.

His eyes softened and he rubbed circles into my back, "yes, cher...I know. However, now that you're awake, I have some magical goo given to me by your favorite department store witch!" He perked up, whipping out a jar filled with the same clear substance Edith used on my face when I'd gotten hit.

"Mmm, yum," I said with a little giggle, and watched as he opened the jar.

Reaching in, he got some on his middle and pointer finger and held it to my mouth.

"Open," he requested, and I recoiled slightly.

"I was joking when I said 'yum'!" I protested, slightly disgusted.

I don't know what's in that shit! Like hell I'm putting it in my mouth!

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, "come on, don't be like that. It's just healing jelly, it doesn't taste like anything. See, I promise," he said before popping his fingers into his mouth and sucking the substance off.

My eyes narrowed as I watched him closely for any sign of it tasting gross. He made no faces whatsoever, or any indication that it was icky.

So, reluctantly, I opened my mouth and let him feed it to me.

The texture was just about the same as jello, and he wasn't lying when he said it didn't taste like anything. It was like semi-solid water.

Then, it felt almost as if I'd eaten a peppermint and a cooling sensation spread throughout my throat.

It tingled, and I blinked, clearing my throat before coughing slightly.

"Now talk," he said.

"Uhm...what do you want me to say...?" I asked, but my eyes widened when my throat no longer hurt when I spoke. I smiled and touched my neck.

"Oh...wow, that's so neat," I giggled softly.

He nodded, "mmmmhm, now sit still for me while I put this stuff on the rest of you," he requested.

Each area that had a scrape or bruise was gently massaged with healing jelly. It didn't take long at all before the aches in my body were hardly there at all anymore.

Once we were all finished, he kept one hand on my thigh, gently rubbing me.

"How do you feel...does everything feel alright?" He asked, and I nodded, smiling.

"Yes...I'll have to thank Edith next time I see her..."

He hummed, "indeed...could you stand up and walk, for me, dear? I want to make sure you ate enough to heal your leg as well."

I did as I was told, and was pleased to find that my leg did feel better. After walking in a circle I turned to face Alastor and made my way back over to where he was still seated.

"Good as new," I said, laying my arms over his shoulders. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but when he wrapped his arms around me and laid his head against my chest my eyes widened.

He was quiet for a second, just hugging me. I felt his back raise as he drew in a deep breath, and he released it shakily.

I laid my hands on his back, rubbing him gently, "Alastor...?" I asked him, a bit perplexed.

"God, I was so scared..." he whispered, pulling me closer.

My expression softened and I brought my hands up to his hair, playing with it while letting him hug me.

"I know..." I mumbled, "I'm sorry...I should be more careful..."

He chuckled, "no, I should be more careful...I'm the man of this household, I'm supposed to protect you..." he said bitterly, "you should be furious with me for letting that happen to you..."

Quickly I gathered his face up out of my chest, making him look at me, "Alastor...it's not your fault. Don't blame yourself, please...plus, I'm alright, see?" I smiled at him and he returned it weakly.

"Yes, but what if I hadn't made it in time...you could've—"

"That is enough."

My voice hardened, and his eyes widened slightly. I pouted softly as I ran my hands through his hair, "Alastor...don't do that...don't beat yourself up over something you couldn't control. I know it's hard for you, I know control is  something you crave...but some things are just...out of our hands..." I said softly, brushing my fingers over his cheek.

He was quiet, but never looked away from my eyes.

"You're no less of a man right now than you were yesterday...you're no less of a man to me right now than you were when I kissed you goodnight...you will never be any less of a man for anything you do or do not do...masculinity is not something I will ever hold above your head, so don't worry about being the man of the household," I giggled softly, shaking my head, "I love you because you're you...you could tell me tomorrow that you like to wear pretty dresses and makeup, and I'd still love you."

He smiled, then, and rubbed my hips and waist gently.

"You're definitely an interesting one..." he mumbled, and I chuckled.

We made silent eye contact for a moment longer, and I brought both hands up to his face.

"I love you," I said softly.

After I said that I pulled him up into a gentle kiss. He sighed softly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss slightly.

His hands slid up my back, pulling me closer to him.

When we parted, I rested my forehead against his, a little happy smile on my lips.

"I love you, too."

My eyes opened wide and my smile fell in shock.

I pulled away from him, looking at him through stunned eyes as I narrowed my gaze slightly.

"What...?" I whispered.

He was wearing a soft smile, still rubbing my waist with his thumbs.

"I love you, too..." he repeated, and seeing his lips move as he said it made the words so much more real than when I'd heard them the first time.

The shock I felt quickly melted into excitement, a smile blooming across my face as I bounced on my heels slightly.

"Really?" I asked him, to which he chuckled.

"Of course I do...I've loved you since the first time you told me. I was so scared of admitting to something I'd never felt before...but this...this has shown me that it's selfish of me to keep that to myself..." he said, looking down at his lap, "because, truth be told, had you died...I..." he seemed at a loss for words, and I waited patiently for him to gather his thoughts.

"I...wouldn't have ever been able to forgive myself...and I would've never gotten to tell you that I love you, Fawn," he said, looking back into my eyes.

"I love you so much."

Now it's me that's at a loss for words. I knew...I knew he loved me, it was obvious...

But hearing him say it...

I let out a little squeal, tackling him onto the bed.

His arms went around me instantly, and my lips were on his before he could get another word out. The towel I had wrapped around my body had been holding up quite well until that moment, finally popping open and sliding off of me.

I hardly cared, if anything it was just in the way anyway.

We made out for a few minutes, and I made sure that he knew his words had been received positively.

His hands roamed around my body, squeezing me wherever he pleased. I brought my legs up onto either side of him, not breaking the kiss.

It wasn't until he squeezed my ass that he pulled away from the kiss, breathless.

His brow was furrowed and he looked confused until his eyes shot wide open when he saw I was completely naked on top of him.

Well...completely aside from this stupid sanitary belt.

Although it's more of a chastity belt at the moment, annoyingly.

"You are very naked," he announced, to which I snorted softly.

"Thank you, captain obvious...my towel fell off when I tackled you," I said with a shrug.

He hummed, sliding one hand around to my front and up to my chest.

I bit my lip when he grabbed my breast, squeezing it gently. His eyelids lowered and he slowly pushed himself up.

His arm hooked around me as he flipped our positions and laid me on my back. He got between my legs, capturing my lips again.

This kiss was a little more heated, with the added factors of his pelvis pressing into mine and his hand groping my chest.

My brain got cloudy and I immediately began to undress him. My fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt after I got it untucked, and when I got them all undone, he shrugged it off.

Next, his pants.

He pulled away for a moment, working at the buttons on his slacks before swiftly discarding the bottoms.

Our kiss resumed, and he groaned softly when he rolled his hips against mine.

It wasn't until he started messing with the straps on my sanitary belt that I quickly snapped out of my daze and worriedly stopped him.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked him, all of my prior confidence suddenly being obliterated.

He tilted his head, breathing a bit heavily as he glanced down at the restraint.

"Removing this so I can make love to you?" He said as more of a question.

"But...but I'll make a mess, and it'll get all over you..." I said, shaking my head and going to pull his hands off.

He tsk'd, lacing his fingers through mine before he got close to my face.

"Darling, is that the only concern you have?" He said deeply, his lips brushing over mine.

My face burnt up, and I stuttered slightly, trying not to moan at the feeling of him grinding against me.

"Because...I don't know if you know this...but I kill people for fun..." he purred, "I can handle a little blood."

My breath caught and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze before kissing me softly.

During that, he went back down to my belt, working slowly as if giving me time to protest again.

I have a feeling if I did, he'd probably stop completely.

But I don't want that.

No, no I want him very deep inside me...

Despite my pounding heart, and the little bit of embarrassment, I was excited.

I'd only ever seen guys get disgusted over the mere mention of a period...but he's treating it like a minor challenge instead of an inconvenience.

When I didn't move to stop him again, he loosened the sides and tugged it away from my body.

Once he did that, I sat up slightly and took the hem of his underwear, tugging them down to reveal his excitement.

The sweet spot between my legs fluttered happily, and I wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer.

He looked down at me for a moment, a soft look in his eyes as he studied my features. His thumb brushed over my cheek, hips rolling into mine slowly.

"If you're truly uncomfortable with this, I can stop..." he whispered, and I chuckled softly.

I shook my head, "I'm not...not when it's you..." I responded just as soft.

His slightly concerned expression turned into a confident smile, and I felt his tip press hard against my core.

Even with just that, my body shuddered and my muscles clenched, trying to pull him deeper.

"I love you..." he said softly, then slid all the way into me, not too fast but also not painfully slow, either.

He grunted, and I gasped.

"I love you, too..." I got out breathlessly, not realizing just how sensitive I'd be.

I already felt close, and he hasn't even done anything yet.

"Oh, fuck..." he groaned, then planted his lips against mine again.

He began grinding into me, setting a medium pace. I moaned into his mouth, anchoring my nails into his back.

One of my hands slid up into his hair and took a handful.

He let out a rough breath, and each time he brought his hips forward his skin would slide up my clit, making me tighten my core.

Shit, I'm going to cum...it hasn't even been two minutes yet.

My breaths came quick after our kiss broke, and I stared up at him, whining pitifully.

"Al..." I moaned his name, and he kissed my neck.

"I know, my love..." he breathed against my skin, his exhales coming a bit labored.

He then went down to my chest and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. My muscles tightened and clamped down on him, a high pitched moan escaping my throat as I arched up into him.

My orgasm hit me so hard I couldn't even move. Alastor's movements jerked out of rhythm and he groaned against my chest. 

He took my other breast into his hand and squeezed hard, wrapping his opposite arm under my back before his hips began snapping into mine at a faster pace.

Not even thirty seconds later his body shuddered and he buried himself deep inside me. His hips twitched and he quickly brought his lips up to mine only to moan into my mouth.

Without missing a beat he started up again, not even bothering to pull out before he started thrusting into me.

"Oh, shit..." I squeaked, holding onto him for dear life.

He said nothing, just left bruising kisses up and down my neck.

We're probably gonna need to use that healing jelly again tomorrow.