The Radio Demon and the Star [Alastor Fic]

Worship

2024

Wisteria

It was starting to become common for Wisteria to wake up hungover. She had no recollection of last night, all the memories shrouded in a veil of blurry mist. It felt like someone was bashing her head against the concrete.

She grabbed painkillers from her bedside table, taking a good bit more than what was recommended. A small sigh left her lips as she forced herself to get dressed. Hastily donned in her usual attire, the moth headed down for breakfast.

Smiles and greetings were thrown her way, and the princess handed her a plate of French toast. She wasted no time in digging in.

Something felt off as she ate.

Looking around the table, she tried to place what it was. As her eyes settled on the silent stag beside her, she knew what was wrong. He wasn't staring at her. Alastor kept his gaze locked onto his coffee. His smile wasn't as wide today.

"You alright, Bambi?" Wisteria asked. She was trying to get arise from the male.

"I'm doing quite alright, my dear. Why do you ask?"

"You won't look at me. Did I do something wrong?" A frowned formed on her face. She struggled to make sense of her drunken memories, wondering if she did something while wasted.

"You did nothing wrong, darling." Alastor still refused to meet her eyes. He wouldn't even spare a glance in her direction.

With a frustrated huff, the moth stood from her seat. She closed the small gap between her and the radio demon. Like he did with her the night prior, she grabbed his chin and forced him to meet her eyes. Shock was clearly displayed on the faces of everyone at the table.

"I never knew you were so bold, my dear." A deep blush painted the stags face. He averted his eyes quickly.

"I never knew you were a liar, Bambi." Wisteria watched as Alastors brow furrowed. He didn't like being called a liar, or Bambi. "Why won't you look at me?"

"Usually people have the opposite reaction to my lack of staring. You're odd, my darling, but I like that about you."

Wisteria stayed silent. If looks could kill, the stag would have been dead many times over. Alastor sighed, finally looking the star in the eyes for a brief moment.

"If you're that persistent in knowing, we shall speak after breakfast." His voice was soft, almost shy.

The moth gave him a toothy grin sitting back in her seat. She ignored the incredulous looks from the demons around her, her attention solely on her half-finished plate of food. The remainder of breakfast was mostly quiet. Everyone kept casting quick glances towards the star and radio host.

Slowly, the demons began to clear out of the kitchen. Once it was just the two of them left, Wisteria turned to Alastor. Her lips were upturned in a wide, 'I win' smirk. Alastor sighed and rolled his eyes. He met the moths gaze.

"My dear, might I suggest using the lock on your door when you lay about in the nude." Deep red dusted his cheeks once more. The same color appearing on the moths face. Fuzzy memories played in her mind; she thought she heard her door open last night.

Face burning, Wisteria decided to play with fire.

"Plenty of people would pay to see me nude." She joked with a flirty smile.

Alastor said nothing, simply bringing his mug to his lips, he took a drink of coffee. The red on his cheeks was an unusual sight, but Wisteria liked it. Even more so she liked that she was the cause of it.