heaven || alastor x f. reader oneshots

lost.

requested by creepypastagirl17

lost.

opening the door just in time for the ‘on air’ light to turn off, you smiled at the sight of the familiar brunet. alastor had just finished another wonderful broadcast. he stretched on his chair, knowing that you were in the room since your excited footsteps gave it away.

“that was amazing as usual, alsy.” you chuckled.

he raised an eyebrow with a small smile, “will you ever quit calling me that?”

you tilted your head to the side with your index finger poking your cheek. alastor leaned back, smile widening at the sight of your adorable face. you've been friends for years now and were so close that others had wondered if you were together. which was, sadly, a no.

“hmm . . . no.” you grinned.

were you together? no. but did he want to? yes.

he wanted to be with you, he wanted to have you and call you his. he didn't know if you felt the same, from what he could tell, you saw him as a friend. and you must've still had feelings for your ex. one day, he swore, he'll dispose of that bastard.

just then, your carefree attitude was thrown away as you asked in a whisper, “have you taken care of him?”

alastor immediately picked up on what you meant, grinning, “hm, yes. but i haven't disposed of the body yet. i'll do it tonight.”

“can i help?” you asked as he stood up and approached you.

he placed both his hands on your shoulder, looking down at you still with a smile, “no, dear. you've already done your job with torturing that scoundrel. i'll do the cleaning. and don't worry, nothing will be traced.”

you parted your lips, about to persuade him to let you help when he casually leaned down and pecked your cheek. he then walked over to where his coat was hung up, not noticing the red hue on your cheeks.

clearing your throat, you then spoke, “but can i accompany you? i want to see that abuser's face get buried six feet under.”

chuckling, he nodded after he had worn his coat, ready to call it a day at work. you approached him and held his hand, looking up with seriousness in your eyes.

“al, promise me.” you started, “no more killing just for fun. only those—”

alastor intertwined his fingers with yours, his other hand cupping your cheek. with a devilish grin, he cut you off, “only those who deserve it.”

you gave a small smile. the door then opened, showing the familiar face of your friend jacob who was also alastor's coworker. he apologized for disturbing and asked if you were ready. alastor gave you a confused look and you chuckled.

“i have to assist him with something.” you stood on your tip toes and pecked his cheek, “thank you, al. tonight?”

he nodded, “tonight.”

with a huge smile and a wave, you left with jacob. leaving alastor to hold the cheek you kissed, staring at the air as he was lost in thought.