≈ ALASTOR X READER ≈

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You tumbled harshly to the ground, the rocks dug into your calves.

Fuck.

It stung. A lot. You stood up, bracing on the tree. You twisted your head and picked up your leg. The back of it was pretty torn up. But it wasn't too much to bear. You should probably bandage it up when you get back though 😬.

You walked back, your leg stinging every once and a while. When you reached the hotel, you couldn't see anyone.

"Charlie?" You yelled. Hmm. Did they go somewhere?

You texted Charlie, waiting for a reply.
< Where is everyone? >

< Oh! Y/n I'm so sorry, we
   went to go get food. >
<Alastor and Husk are
   there though! Cant talk,
   Ttyl! >

Fuck. Did he even know where the first aid kit was?

You treked up to the rooms, but quickly realized that you didn't know which room he was in.

"Fuck.." You mumbled.

"Darling, what's the foul language for?" He taunted, appearing in front of you.

"O-oh! Al.." You said, spooked.

He tilted his head.

"Do you have any idea where Charlie keeps the first-aid kit?"

He didn't reply yet, instead looking you up and down, searching for the reason you needed it.
He saw a tad of blood on your legs.

"Let me see dear." He put a hand on your shoulder, turning you around. "Yes, Charlie told me where it was. I can help you."

"Wait Al, I can do it myself-" you protested.

"Nonsense darling, I insist." He lead you to the cupboard where it was.

He then lead you back to his room.

"Al I can do it myself!-"

He shook his head and lead you in anyway. You huffed.
He sat you down in a chair, and cleaned your wounds. You winced are the stinging the hydrogen peroxide made. He continued fixing you up, and put a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head the other way, blushing again.

Fuck him, why's he like this? Why am I like this?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Alastor, who let you sit properly on the chair. He grabbed your chin, looking at you.

"All done dearie."

You tried to look away, and gave him a nod.
"Th-thanks.."

You walked out of his room awkwardly.