Priceless (Alastor X Reader)

The Pilot

DISCLAIMER: This was written before the series release when not all information about the characters/universe was public knowledge, and therefore not everything will be canonical. Pretend it's an alternate universe or something please and thank you 💕
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PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING:
There are lewd scenes in this book. There are raunchy scenes, risqué dialogue, and some of Al being a horny little shxt at times. (Before you come at me saying 'but he's asexual'- I know. I am too. Hear me out.)
Asexuality is a spectrum, first of all- and doesn't automatically mean repulsed or averted to the activity itself.
That being said I *do* realize this particular way of writing him is out of character canonically. And I am in no way shape or form trying to invalidate or dismiss anyone's preferences (or lack there of)- be it his, or mine, or yours.
I just like writing smut lol and this is a fantasy anyway.
Any scenes that depict detailed NSFW scenes will have a warning either before it starts or right at the very start of the chapter. No shame if you don't want to read the hedonism. It's totally fair, valid, and understandable! Smut scenes are (almost) never vital to the plot in my work for that reason, and you won't miss anything important from the story if you skip them.
Just wanted to give a fair warning to those who are new to my work!! With that being said, ladies and gents: Enjoy the tale~!

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Bed. Rest. Sleep.

Those three words kept repeating over and over in your head as if your thoughts were chanting a prayer.

It had been a long day, and an agonizingly longer double shift at the cafe you worked at. Granted you weren't required to stay and work a double, at least as far as your manager was concerned. And the work was relatively easy minus the rude costumer or two. However rent was due again, and with your parents barely making ends meet as well, you found it only necessary to contribute.

It was the least you could do to help while being in your twenties now and still living under their roof.

It had been a year since your father was laid off of work and had to find new employment; you and your mother also had to join the workforce as well to help make ends meet. You a waitress and her a domestic maid. Between the two of you a rotating schedule was made to upkeep on housework. It was tiring for all of you, but you made it work. Today it was your mother's turn to do work around the house, and you took great relief in knowing that you could rest your tired and aching bones once you arrived home.

The sound of children laughing and giggling had redirected your tired focus, looking up from the sidewalk as you noticed the small group of school children running past. Seemingly enjoying a game of tag. You smiled at the youngins as they rushed on by, feeling a subtle (but much welcomed) breeze as they ran passed; in contrast to the sweltering southern heat despite it being the middle of October.

"No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehaving, saving my love for you
For you, for you, for you~" You sang the lovely little tune to yourself as you looked about your familiar surroundings. Smiling and waving at the neighborly folk you recognized as they worked outside their businesses, some watering plants and others wiping down tables and the like.

"I know for certain the one I love
I'm through with flirtin', it's you that I'm thinking of
Ain't misbehaving, saving my love for you."

"Still singin' like a songbird, eh Ms L/n?" Mr Robinson the local barber had commented with a warm chuckle as you walked on by.

"Always, Mr R. Always." You smiled at the man as he was locking the doors of his shop. "Say hello to your wife for me! Tell her I said the mushroom risotto was impeccable!"