Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Eleven

"Don't you know it's rude to flirt with another man's date?" Alastor speaks up from behind the man with an irritated smile on his face.

The stranger's face falls as he whirls around to see Alastor standing behind him, the irritation clear in his expression. He visibly bristles at Alastor's words, clearly annoyed to be confronted.

"Listen, buddy, I'm just having a chat." The stranger replies defensively, attempting to play coy. Alastor places his drink down and hands me mine as I begin sipping it and watching the interaction.

"A 'chat', eh?" He repeats, his tone sharp and cold. "That's an interesting way to describe what you were doing."

Alastor's attention briefly shifts to me as he hears my hum, his eyes flickering over to me and my drink for a moment. He looks satisfied that I appear to be enjoying it, before returning his focus to the stranger in front of him.

The stranger notices the brief exchange between us and, sensing Alastor's distraction, takes the opportunity to speak up.

"Yeah, just a chat." The stranger replies casually, shrugging his shoulders. "What's the harm in that?"

Alastor's smile widens, but his eyes darken as he responds. "The harm," he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "is that I don't appreciate you attempting to flirt with my date. It's poor manners, don't you think?"

The stranger shrugs nonchalantly, attempting to play it cool. "Hey, I didn't know it was your date. And can you blame me? She's quite the catch." He replies, a sly smile on his lips.

I grimace slightly as the man eyes me up and down. Alastor's irritation grows at the stranger's inappropriate gaze, his smile still in place yet tinged with a hint of cold anger. "Eyes up here, pal. No need to undress her with your eyes."

My eyes flicker to a worker coming over to us an I sigh at the fact this man has caused a big enough scene for a worker to check in.

The worker approaches us, concern etched on their face as they take in the tense atmosphere between the three of us. They eye the stranger before addressing Alastor.

"Is everything alright here, sir?" The worker asks politely. Alastor nods still irritated. "Everything is just fine. This man right here was just about to leave."

The stranger bristles at Alastor's command, clearly not used to being told what to do by anyone. He opens his mouth to protest, but Alastor's cold glare silences him immediately.

The stranger holds Alastor's gaze for a few tense moments, then huffs and mutters something under his breath before stalking away from the table. The worker gives Alastor a small nod before walking away.

Alastor's smile vanishes the moment the slur leaves the stranger's mouth, his expression darkening significantly. He clenches his fists but manages to keep his anger in check, watching the stranger retreat.

My face immediately drops as I register what he whispered under his breath. I place my drink on the table and stand up with a glare.

"Don't." He says, his voice cold and sharp. "Don't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He's not worth it." I glance towards him. "People can't just say those things and think they're in the right." I counter.

Alastor's eyes soften as he looks at me, appreciating my protectiveness but still concerned. "I know, darling. But engaging with him will only give him what he wants."

He steps closer to me, gently resting his hands on my shoulders. "Trust me, it's not worth it." I let out a sigh as I relaxed from his touch. "It's not fair."

Alastor gives my shoulders a gentle squeeze, his eyes filled with understanding. "You're right. It's not fair."

He moves his hands to my waist, pulling me closer to him. "But reacting to his ignorance is just giving him what he wants. Don't let him ruin our evening."