heaven || alastor x f. reader oneshots

late night confession.

requested by 1AttackOnTitan1

late night confession.

the hotel was quiet, maybe because it was late at night and everyone was asleep. well, that's what you thought as you journeyed down the empty halls for a trip to the kitchen. it wasn't for a midnight snack, it was for a glass of water that you hoped would help even a tad bit to calm you down after waking up from a horrible nightmare.

you pulled your blanket you brought close around your figure, shuddering as the awful images from your nightmare came back. you knew you would have a hard time going back to sleep, or maybe no sleep at all. you arrived in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water down your throat.

you closed your eyes and tried your best to forget, but it wasn't easy. and the eerie surrounding wasn't helpful. you were so used to the hotel being so loud and chaotic that silence was eerie and uncomfortable. turning around, you made your way back to your room. nothing was helpful with your current situation.

and then it started, everything played in your mind, clouding your vision as your legs slowed down in walking. you were weakening, vision beginning to blur when tears gathered up in your e/c eyes. you were so lost in trying to forget everything that you absentmindedly opened a door of what you thought to be your room.

stepping inside and barely managing to close the door, you slumped down and curled up, whimpers rolling out your lips. alastor tensed when he head the door to his room open and he was surprised to see your messy bed hair before you sat on the floor and began whispering inaudible words, but he could make some out as pleas of ‘it’ to stop.

dropping his book, the overlord stood up from the couch he had on the corner of his room. he made his way towards you and crouched down. he silently watched at first, unsure of what to do.

“y/n, dear, what's wrong?” he asked, voice low and wary.

you peeked up at him, eyes glossy with tears, you began to blabber, “i-i'm sorry . . . i didn't mean to— i . . . sorry . . . ”

seeing you so weak and vulnerable in front of him, he couldn't understand why instead of pleasure and amusement, he felt pain and pity instead. he's been feeling ways he couldn't understand every time you were around, and it intrigued him. it made him want to protect you, to keep you from harm's grasp.

“it's alright. breathe, darling.” he whispered, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

much to your surprise, he scooped you into his arms. you held on to his shoulder in fear of falling as he made his way back to the couch he previously sat on. he held you close as you began to calm down with then sound of his steady heartbeat.

“i should leave.” you spoke, wiping your tears.

“no, stay.” he spoke, tightening his hold around you.

you stayed still on his lap, a comfortable silence flooding over the both of you. it was odd how you calmed down just by his presence. but you wouldn't complain. a red hue on your cheeks refused to leave as he pressed you against him, a smile on his face.

“darling,” he started, voice full of sincerity, “let me console you through the worst days of your life.”

you knew what he meant and you couldn't help bust stare up at him with big eyes as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. did you just hear that clearly? or were you dreaming?

“that . . .” you smiled, “would be nice.”

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no one freaking asked but i have a huge crush on edward bosco—

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