Alastor x Reader One shots

Alastor x child!reader

Alastor's laughter echoed through the hotel as he continued to perfect his radio broadcast. The sound of Nifty and you cleaning in the background was drowned out by the cackle of the mischievous demon.

As the day turned into night, Alastor finally grew tired and dozed off, his head resting on a pile of papers. Nifty, needed by Charlie, quickly scurried over to her, eager to help her with a little project of hers.

Left alone, you continued to clean, your thoughts drifting as you scrubbed away at the grime. A mischievous grin spread across your face as you decided to take advantage of Alastor's slumber.

With gentle, yet skilled hands, you began to apply makeup to the sleeping demon. Eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick were all meticulously applied, transforming Alastor's appearance into something more akin to a glam rock star.

Alastor awoke with a start, shaking the remnants of sleep from his head. He quickly checked his work, making sure everything was in order for his broadcast. Satisfied, he gathered his things and prepared to leave his room.

As he strode through the halls of the hotel, he thought about his upcoming broadcast.
Upon entering the bar, Alastor's eyes locked onto Husk and Angel Dust, who were sitting at the counter. They looked up, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in the sight of Alastor's new, made-up appearance.
Before Alastor could react, Husk let out a snort of laughter, quickly followed by Angel Dust.
Alastor's smile never wavered as he demanded to know "What's so funny?".

Angel Dust pulled out a small mirror and handed it to Alastor. The demon's eyes widened slightly as he beheld his new appearance. His shadows began to creep out from the walls, enveloping Husk and Angel Dust in their darkness. The once-amused demons now trembled in fear, their laughter silenced.

Alastor, seething with anger, stalked through the halls of the hotel. His gaze locked onto your figure. With dangerous slowness, Alastor approached, his smile never once faltering. As he drew near, he reached out and firmly grabbed you by your neck, his grip just tight enough to show his displeasure without causing any real harm.

"Excuse me my dearest, I think there's a little something we have to talk about." He began to drag you along, his pace unrelenting.
Alastor dragged you into the Radio Tower, his grip firm but never painful. He made his way to the work room, where the sound of static filled the air.

Once inside, he released his grip  and turned to face you, his smile still in place. "You've made quite the mess, my child," he said, his voice calm and measured. " You've crossed a line."

He paused, his eyes narrowing. "If you're so bored, I'll gladly find some victims for you to practice your makeup skills on. After all, if it pleases you, it pleases me."

A sinister glint appeared in his eyes, and the radio static grew louder, as if echoing his thoughts. "But, do not ever pull a stunt like this again."
After delivering his stern warning Alastor left the Radio Tower returning to his normal, smiling demeanor. He made his way back to the bar, where the other demons, still shaken from the incident, gathered.

"I hope Smiles didn't hurt (y/n). I still don't understand why (y/n) likes that creepy bastard" Angel Dust said quietly to Husk, but still loud enough for Alastor to hear.

Alastor's smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of genuine offense. "Nonsense."he replied, his voice firm and resolute. "I may have been angry, but I would never harm one of my own. I simply made it clear that such actions will not be tolerated."

The other demons exchanged glances, clearly not believing him. Having more than once seen his cruel nature it was hard for them to believe that he would not have harmed you. The air in the room was thick with unspoken gossip and speculation, but no one dared to voice their doubts aloud.

Not wanting to deal with their crap, Alastor made his way back to the Radio Tower, determined to check on you and ensure you were alright. As he searched the building, he couldn't find you anywhere. His smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern as he began to worry.

Finally, he found you sitting on the balcony, your gaze fixed on the city below. Alastor approached you, his gaze as soft as his smile .Just as he was about to speak, you turned to face him, no doubt intending to apologize for your actions.

Before you could, Alastor reached out and gently patted your head, his touch warm. "Come, let's go enjoy some Jambalaya," he said, his voice a tad softer."We'll talk about everything over dinner, and maybe we can find a way to keep you entertained in a more... productive manner."