Love Me Not (Alastor x OC)

Ch 5

Sorry I fucking died for a bit, school was trying to kill me but I LIVED BITCH.

Anyway, thank you for your patience.

Enjoy ❤️

Fawn's POV

The next few weeks at the hotel it was easy settling in.

Alastor and I fell into a routine as if we'd never even been apart, and everyone gradually stopped looking at me like I just kicked a baby.

It was like every time I talked to him or did anything I saw as normal with him, everyone would have to stop and stare for a second.

It got pretty annoying but, thankfully, they're getting used to it.

Working at the hotel actually isn't a bad job, either. It's very relaxed and a good environment from what I can see. Angel is a bit much at times, but he's a good person...it just takes a while to get close enough to see it.

"Fawn, baby~"

Speak of the devil.

I looked up from my paper filing to give Angel a tired smile.

"Yes, Angel Dust?" I responded, setting my papers aside. He sauntered into Alastor's office like he owned the place and sat himself right on the desk.

When Alastor isn't here, I tend to use his office. It reminds me of home.

"Charlie wants ya t' go to da grocery wit me," he said as he checked over his perfect pink manicure. I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

Charlie is a sweetheart, but she has stacked way too many responsibilities on herself, which means I get left to babysitting duty.

And yes, babysitting Angel is a duty.

With a sigh I put my unfinished papers away into a locked drawer and stood up, tidying Alastor's work space before grabbing my purse.

"Alright, Angel, but we're not taking any detours, ok? We're going to get whatever is on the list Charlie gave you, and then we're coming home," I told him, and he smiled wide and winked at me.

"Ya got it babe, no funny business, cross my heart."

I gave him a deadpan look and simply walked past him.

He followed quickly behind me and started talking, telling me about his day and work and anything he could form as a thought inside his head. I was used to this, he does it very often.

It started off as Angel asking me questions about Alastor. Then that evolved to him telling me about his day.

The first time he did it, he paused after mentioning the first "gross" thing in his story, almost as if he was waiting for a reaction of some sort. I know Angel's job, and I know his days are kind of gross in general, so I just let him talk it out.

When he realized I wasn't going to freak out or tell him to shut up, he kept talking.

So, that's our routine usually.

Him and I made it out of the hotel and we were walking down the street as he was still telling me about some guys gross balls in a gang bang he did recently.

I heavily fought the urge to cringe at the mental image he painted in my head. All indecencies aside, Angel is one hell of a story teller.

Sometimes I feel like I need to go take a hot shower after listening to his rants.

Though, I do feel for him. It's not always funny gross stuff...sometimes we talk about his bruises or scrapes. Sometimes we talk about his smoking habit.