heaven || alastor x f. reader oneshots

bad influence.

bad influence.

angel looked from right to left and then behind. when the coast was clear, angel skipped towards the hotel's bar with a smile on his face. oh, and he was also dragging you by the arm.

husk was there wiping a glass with a cloth. he didn't even bat an eyelash towards you both but he could tell you were there.

angel breathed in, about to say something.

“fucking no.” husk grumbled.

his smile dropped into an annoyed frown, “i haven't even said anything yet.”

“this isn't a good idea, angel.” you nervously chuckled, trying to pry his hand away from your arm.

“oh, shut up, tits. since when did you last have alcohol?” he argued.

“ah . . . well . . . er . . . ” you stuttered, eyes averting to the side.

“exactly!” he exclaimed.

“fuck off, spider bitch. i ain't giving her any drink. i don't wanna fucking die.” the cat demon spoke, eyebrows furrowed as he stopped on what he was doing and tried to block the drinks behind him with his body.

“too late, husky babe.” angel grinned, raising a bottle of vodka with one of his lower hand.

you stood silently, mentally wishing you could escape but angel was letting none of that happen.

husk pointed his index finger at him, “don't blame me if alastor kills you.”

“blah blah, whatever. i ain't afraid of that strawberry pimp.” angel laughed, pouring the drink on a glass.

he was about to hand you the alcoholic drink but someone was quick to sweep you off your feet. you let out a small yelp of surprise before calming down when you saw alastor grinning at you. he carried you bridal style.

“angel, dear, what did i tell you about y/n and alcoholic drinks?” the radio demon asked the spider.

you buried your face on his neck, and he found it to be a good opportunity as his eyes turned into radio dials.

angel stepped backwards and hid the bottle behind his back, a nervous grin on his face.

“y/n and alcohol . . . away from each other hehe.”

“precisely.” alastor snapped out of it and smiled, “stay five feet away from y/n and don't be a bad influence.”

and with that, alastor walked away with you in his arms.

“stupid strawberry radio pimp.” angel grumbled, arms crossed over his chest.

if only he didn't say that, he wouldn't have to see alastor turn his head 180 degrees.

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