Alastor x Female Oneshots(REQUEST OPEN)

Focus on Me (Alastor x Panic Attack! Reader)

Requested by: Tsuyu_isbest

WARNING: Mentions of Murder and childhood trauma

Alastor was with the others in the lobby of the hotel. He was listening to Charlie explaining the next activities to do. As he looked around, he didn't see you or Angel. Everyone else noticed it too.

"Where's Angel?" Asked Charlie.

Everyone shrugged.

"(Y/n) isn't here either." Nifty added.

Husker sipped his booze, "I thought she said she was supposed to meet her dad for something today."

"Oh, that's right." Charlie replied, "but. . .I don't think she's heard from him in like awhile."

"It's because she doesn't like what he did when they were alive." Vaggie said.

"I'm curious to know why." Sir Pentious spoke.

"Her dad was a serial killer and he killed her mom." Answered Husker.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"What the fuck?" Charlie asked, "why is she agreeing to see him?"

Husker shrugged, "I don't know. Probably trying to make amends or something."

They suddenly heard loud footsteps down the stairs.

"Guys!" It was Angel, his hair a mess, "(y/n)'s having a panic attack!"

Everyone rushed to the stairs while Alastor teleported to you room.

"This one? No, that's stupid! Why can't I get this to-OUCH!"

He entered the bathroom to see you holding your wrist tightly and quietly crying.

"Darling, are you alright?" He asked.

You wiped your tears, still shaking, "yeah I'm fine."

Alastor held your wounded arm, "(y/n), you're not fine."

He led you to your bed and had you set down. He summoned a First Aid Kit with his powers and started caring for your burn. You were still shaking as he finished caring for you.

He held your hands in his, "(y/n), you're okay. Just breathe in and out."

"Bu-B-But-"

He knelt down to your level and placed your hand on his cheek, holding your hand, "focus on me, darling. Breathe."

You focused on him, looking into his soothing red eyes, breathing in and out slowly. Once he saw that your breathing was under control, he held your hands.

"Now, tell me what's going on?"

"I. . .I just don't know how I feel about meeting with my dad after what he's done." You explained, "it's been so many years and now all of a sudden he's figured out where I am and wants to talk to me?"

"Would you like me to go with you?" He asked, "I can be where he can't see me. Just to make sure you're safe."

You softly smiled, "I'd like that."

Alastor helped you get ready and made sure you didn't burn yourself with the straightener/curler again. After that, the 2 of you walked down.

"I'll be going with (y/n) just to make sure nothing happens to her." He spoke.

"Good idea, Al." Said Charlie.

With that said, you and Alastor left the hotel.

"Where are supposedly meeting your father?" He asked.

You looked at the texts on your phone, "the cannibal cafe'."

Alastor cocked an eyebrow, "that's suspicious."

"What. . .what if he's trying to hurt me, Alastor?" You asked worriedly.

"I won't let that happen, (y/n)." He assured you with a smile, "I'll be with you the whole time."

You took a deep breath as you entered the cafe'. Alastor transformed into his shadow and hid somewhere. You saw your dad sitting a booth. You rubbed your hands nervously as you walked towards him.

"(Y/n)!" Your father hugged you tightly, "there's my girl!"

He let go of you and the 2 of you sat down.

"How have you been, (n/n)?" He asked.

"Can't complain too much." You answered, "you're the reason I'm in Hell anyway."

"But hey, that means we're in Hell together!" He said, "like the good Ol' days."

You crossed your arms, "There was no good Ol' days with you."

"Oh come on, (y/n)." He spoke, "you gotta let go of the past."

"You killed my mother." You snarled, "I will never forget that."

"Because she was sleeping with another man."

"NO!" You screamed as you slammed your fists against the table, "you killed her because you hated the fact that she was moving on from the divorce. Mom was the most sweet, loving, caring, kind, and selfless person I had ever known. And you took her away from me! I remember that night when you carried that bag from the truck into the house. You had stabbed her countless times and slit her throat. You cut her into pieces and threw all of her in a trash bag. You made ME take the trash out. You made me throw away what was left of my mother! I WAS ONLY TEN! THAT'S WHY I NEVER MADE IT HEAVEN! BECAUSE I PARTICIPATED UNKNOWINGLY IN THE MURDER OF MY OWN MOTHER AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Your father stood up and raised his hand to strike you, "You little BI-"

You heard a neck snap. You looked up to see Alastor with your father's head in his hand in his slight demonic demon form. You rushed out of the cafe' and sat in a dark alley, breaking down into a panic attack. You grabbed your hair as your breaths shortened with every breath you took.

You watched from your bedroom window as your father carried a big bag into the house.
"(N/n) come take out this trash bag!" He yelled a few hours later.
You dragged the heavy bag against the ground will all your strength. You picked up the bag and tossed it in the trash. The bag had ripped open and you saw part of your mother's face.
"MOM!"

Your breathing was getting worse as you were feeling light headed.

"(Y/n)!" Alastor ran to you.

He held you close and teleported you both back to the hotel in your room. Alastor cupped your face and looked in your eyes.

"Darling, focus on me." He told you as he wiped your tears.

You were still struggling to calm down. Alastor sat on your bed, holding you in his arms tightly.

"He will never hurt you again, (y/n)." He spoke as he rubbed your head, "I'm here."

Your face was buried in his chest as now only small whimpers escaped your lips.

He kissed your head, "you're okay. Keep taking deep breaths."

He continued to hold you tightly to assure you that he wasn't going anywhere. Soon your whimpers faded away.

"Darling?"

He slightly moved your hair out of your face and noticed that you had fallen asleep in his embrace. He softly smiled as he gently laid you down on the bed and laid next to you. He held you in his arms and kissed your forehead.

"I love you, (y/n)."