A vengeful soul on Earth is damned for eternity in Hell and there resumes her sadistic fun, becoming well known and recruited as an overlord. But ghosts of her past seem to catch up to her as she visits the Happy Hotel for work. What's in store for...
(We gonna get a little scandalous in this bitch today, ready? Okie)
Alastor stayed up with you that night, and held you for so long you wound up falling asleep in his arms. He was careful to pick you up and bring you back onto your bed; crawling in beside you and joined you in slumber until later that morning.
Today you had a couple errands, one being starting to pack up your belongings to get ready to move into Al's; another was to go dress shopping for the ball. You were planning on asking him if he'd accompany you to help pick one out, which ultimately meant dragging him away from his duties at the hotel for a couple of hours.
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"So I was thinking." You started, propped up on the kitchen counter as you watched Al make lunch.
"Oh boy." He teased, shooting a grin your way.
"You don't even know what I'm gonna say!"
Your conversation was interrupted by a loud clattering outside of the kitchen, hearing Angel Dust's voice becoming increasingly louder as he approached.
"Oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck!"
You and Alastor looked at each other with a smirk as you awaited the inevitable show on the other side of the door, pausing your conversation to listen in. Was it rude to eavesdrop? Yes. However, Angel had ratted the two of you out for your last prank, so, you weren't above breaking politesse at the moment. Much to your pleasant surprise, Angel came running in giving you both a front row seat to the potential shitshow.
He slammed the kitchen door behind him and fixed a chair under the doorknob before turning to the two of you. "Hide me! You gotta hide me!"
"Angel what could you have done now?" Alastor hummed, wiping his hands on his apron after getting the food situated.
"No time to explain just please-"
"ANGEL DUST WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU-" you heard Vaggie's voice bellowing from somewhere off in the hotel.
"Please??" Angel pleased. You and Al looked at each other once more, both thinking along the lines of the same thing.
Alastor then opened the door to the oven. "They won't find you in here!"
Angels face contorted to an expression of confusion and irritation. "Are you fuckin' nuts? I'm not getting in that thing! I wouldn't even fit!"
"Sure you can!" You chirped, using your power to make the inside of the oven more accommodating in size while keeping the outside appearance the same.
Angel looked at his option and then back at the barricaded door behind him. Hearing Vaggie's footsteps stomping loudly as they approached closer and closer.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock." Alastor mused.
"Alright. Fine." Seeing as Angels options were limited as the only way out was the door he came in, he ran over and climbed inside. Alastor swiftly shut the oven door and used his magic to move the chair back from where Angel had used it as a barricade, allowing Vaggie to have an easier entrance inside. He then turned his attention back to the task at hand and began plating lunch for the two of you.
"Alright-" Her voice announced loudly as she barged into the room, practically breaking the door off the hinges in the process. "Where is Angel. Where is he hiding?"
"He's not in the stove." Alastor hummed nonchalantly, not even bothering to face her yet. You tried like hell to stiffen a smirk that threatened to break your composure.
She folded her arms across her chest in disbelief. "You hid him in the fucking stove?"
"Vaggie, would we turn on the gas if Angel was in there?" Alastor asked, now turning to face her as his hand found a specific knob on the oven and turned it.
Her eyes narrowed at you and the stag. "You might. I wouldn't put it past you."
"Well," you added, summoning a match in your hand and lighting it as Alastor opened the oven door just an inch or two. "Would we throw a lighted match in there if we hid him insi-"
"OH NO YOU DON'T!!!" Angel screeched, kicking the door all the way open and hauling ass back out, running toward Vaggie. "Fuck both of ya! I'll take my chances getting torn a new one by her!" He yelled at the two of you who were now snickering. You diffused the match and Alastor turned the gas back off.
"Maybe don't rat us out the next time you get us involved in your shenanigans." You giggled.
"Whatever. Vaggie I'll be out in the hallway waiting my inevitable earful." Angel spat as he walked back out of the room, Vaggie not too far behind; but turning back to thank the two of you before she had gone.
"I wonder what Angel did." You said, looking back at Alastor now that the two of you were alone once more.
"Who knows." He hummed, looking back at you. "You were saying, my love?"
You shook your head as your train of thought redirected to where you were before. "Right! So... The balls in a couple days, as I'm sure you're aware of."
He nodded and removed his apron, then set a plate of food down next to you. You smiled and nodded acknowledging the gesture before continuing. "I was wondering... if you'd accompany me this afternoon while I shop for a dress to wear."
"You'd like my opinion?" He asked, his eyes glowing brighter as his smile widened.
"Well I thought maybe we could match a little, so, I want to wear something that we'd both like."
He stepped closer to you, practically trapping you on the counter top as he placed his hands on either side of you while he stood in between your legs. Your heart stuttered in your chest while you tried to refrain from blushing at this rather intimate position. "Do I get to see you try it on?" He asked lowly.
That's it, your face was redder than his hair now. "My my, Alastor. Aren't you naughty?" You purred in response. His hands moved to your legs and gently traced down your hips to your knees, you felt a surge of subtle heat and slight arousal well up in you as he then removed his hands and left you feeling withdrawal from his touch.
"Apologies, my dear. It seems I can't help myself around you." He said lowly, his eyes softened as they looked back at you.
"I didn't think you were the type." You admitted. He was about to turn away before you placed a hand under his chin and kept him facing you. "Hey, I never said I was complaining."
"You don't mind my dear? Entertaining such a sinful thought?" He husked, his smile growing wicked as he leaned in closer once again.
"As long as it's from you." You cooed, you tugged on the lapel of his coat and pulled him into a heated kiss, to which he showed no objections. His hands trailed back to your hips and gave them a nice squeeze, prompting a quiet hum from you as you linked your arms around his neck to keep you close.
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He grunted softly as his body was pulled flush against yours, anticipation slowly rising between the two of you.
After a moment of your heated embrace he hesitantly pulled away from the kiss and leaned in toward your ear. "You'd better eat before we leave, darling. Food's getting cold."
With that he chuckled darkly and took a few steps away, leaving you slightly dazed. Oh you tease. You thought. Perhaps you could get back at him later.
