Alastor and the girl he owns

Whats up with you?

The next morning, I wake up with a huge explosion coming from the front of the hotel.

I groan.

I get up and get dressed, fixing my messy ass hair then doing my favorite makeup routine. Not a little, not a lot, just a bit on the eyes.

I exit my room, whipping out my butterfly knife and spinning tricks with it in my hands.

Alastors door opens as soon as I shut mine.

He walks out and shuts it, and I stand there, looking at him. A small, sleepy smile is on his face like always, his teeth covered.

"Why, Goodmorning dear." He says, his voice deep and groggy.

"Morning.." I mumble. My eyes trail to his body, seeing he's in just a plain red shirt, pajama pants, and his hair is all messed up. He steps towards me, but I'm oblivious.

I hear him chuckle and raise his hand up to my chin, lifting it up slightly.

"What's up with you?" He asks, before leaning down closer. My face flushes. He then backs up and teleports away.

I shake my head and continue walking down the hallway, to just make it into the living room with the others.

I sigh and flop onto the couch, leaning back a den tilting my head back.

"what's up with you?" Angel says, already sitting on the couch all spread out; as usual.

I groan loudly in response, closing my eyes.

"So fucking tired..." i accidentally moan while stretching.

After I stretch. I lean back down on the couch along with tilting my head back.

I slowly begin to fall asleep, which I didn't plan to do, what all of a sudden a firm pair of hands grabs my cheeks, and a shadow looks over my head.

I groan and open my eyes, to see Alastor leaning over me as my head is tilted back on the couch.

"Alastor-? What are you—"

He leans down and kisses my forehead.

"Pretty girl," he says before leaning back up and walking over to Charlie.

My mouth hangs open, and I slowly regain control over myself and make my head straight.

"Y/N, you alright? Your face is all..." he makes a weird gesture with his hand at me, "red." He laughs.

"Y-Y-Yeah..." I mumble. My face is literally burning.

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Later in the day, I'm in the garden, leaning over the edge as I watch the hell go down in town.

I sigh, and rest my arms on the ledge.

I let the breeze past by me, and I smile gently.

"Haven't felt this relaxed in a while..." I stretch against the ledge, bending over and gripping the ledge as I lower my head and stretch my arms.

I breathe out and regain posture, cracking my backs and chuckling at myself as I regain my posture once again.

I sigh and open my eyes, watching over hell.

My tail wags ever so slightly, as my ears relax, going slightly down in a sign of stress relief.

My back is slightly arched as I perch on the ledge.