Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Alastor's POV⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

I check my watch before glancing up the street. The sun is low on the horizon, casting a warm glow on the city around me. As I glance back up I see (Y/N)'s shop just a little further down. I pick up my pace hoping I'm not too late.

Since my shift ended earlier than usual today I took the extra free time to take care of someone. A sigh escapes me, annoyed at the fact he put up more of a fight than I expected.

By the time I finished him off and cleaned everything up I didn't realize how much time had passed. Too bad for the early day I was supposed to have. I shake my head, getting rid of my thoughts as I approach the shop's door.

This time a relieved sigh escapes me as I see (Y/N) leaning against her counter, humming along to a song. As I open the door the small bell chimes, her head turns towards me as a smile lights up her face.

"I didn't expect you to be here this late." I say as I step closer to her. She stands up straight as she looks up at me. "We said we'd see each other later so I waited for you." My breath hitches for a moment before I give her a smile. She's too good for me.

A small flicker of guilt goes through me as I remember the reason for my later-than-expected arrival. "Sorry I'm late," I murmur, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She shakes her head as she rests her hands on my shoulders. "Don't apologize. Trust me I understand that sometimes you're extra busy at the station. I didn't mind waiting."

I press a quick kiss to her forehead. "Still, you didn't have to wait." I say as I let my arms tighten around her waist, bringing her closer. "Well I did and now you're here. So what do you have planned?" She says playfully.

I hum in thought for a moment, thinking. "I was thinking we could just go to my place." I propose, my fingers drumming against her hips. "Only if we can make jambalaya." She bargains with me, making me laugh slightly.

"We can make jambalaya darlin'." She pecks me on the lips quickly before grabbing my hand, leading us out the door. I chuckle as we step outside, keeping her hand in mine.

The sun is lower on the horizon now, nearing the point of vanishing behind the buildings. I look down at her as we walk, admiring her cheerful demeanor. Even though I am the furthest thing from being good for her I'm glad she's mine.

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I hum along to the song playing as I chop the ingredients in front of me. After I drop them into the pot I glance over my shoulder, watching (Y/N) sway to the music.

"Need any help?" She pokes her head into the kitchen as I drop the last few ingredients and spices into the pot. A smile forms on my lips as I see her peering into the kitchen. "Just finished up so now we just need to wait until it's done cooking." I reply as I remove my apron.

She hums in acknowledgment before her eyes glance at a bag on the table. I don't think anything of it until she goes to reach for it. I immediately wrap my arms around her waist, stopping her. "Must have forgot to put that away. I'll be back in a moment."

I quickly grab the bag with my hand and make my way to put it in my bedroom. That was close. Too close. I think to myself as I take a small black box out of the bag, hiding it in a drawer.

As I walk back into the living room area I immediately notice her putting a new record on. I make my way over to her, my arms wrapping around her waist again. "Whatcha got on now?" I ask curiously as I rest my chin on her shoulder, looking at the record on the turntable.

"My Sweeter Than Sweet by Leo Reisman." She responds happily as the song begins. I hum along to the opening of the song, the familiar melody filling the room.

"Good taste as always, darling." I murmur into her ear as I spin her around to face me. A small giggle escapes her as I readjust my hand placement, guiding us to stay swaying along with the beat.

I hold her tight against me, my hands on her hips as we sway gently. Her head is resting on my chest, nuzzling into me comfortably. "Comfortable?" I ask, my chin resting on top of her head and my arms holding her close.

"Extremely." She mutters back. I hum again, my fingers tracing small circles on her hip as we continue to move. I enjoy this. These small, peaceful moments.

Holding her close, her nuzzling into me, her warmth against my chest, the music playing quietly in the background. I could get used to a routine like this.

She's making me go so soft but I don't mind it. I know I should be more concerned but this effect she has on me makes me really think I could have a good life with her.

These thoughts run through my head as we stay standing in the living room dancing along with the music. Her presence alone makes my entire world feel different.

It's so unbelievably strange how much she's made me feel in the time I've known her, the effect she has on me. She's so good and pure and everything I'll never be, yet I don't find myself caring. I just want her to be mine.

The song comes to an end and she slowly wiggles out of my embrace as she goes to find a new song. "How much longer for the food?" Her voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Let me go check on it." I go back to the kitchen, the smell of the food filling my nose almost immediately. I take a spoon and taste some of the jambalaya.

"Almost done." I call out to her as she gives me a small happy squeak in response. I chuckle at her noise as I turn down the heat just a bit, waiting for the food to finish cooking.

I glance over my shoulder, through the doorway and into the living room, watching her look through the records. A small smile spreads on my face as I take in her figure. Even in the simplest of acts she's beautiful.

It doesn't take long for me to finish stirring the pot once more before I turn the heat off and cover it. I wash my hands before going to the cabinet to grab two bowls.

I hum quietly to myself as a new song begins to fill my house. I begin ladling the jambalaya into the bowls, steam rising from them as they fill. I look up from my work upon hearing footsteps, seeing her returning to the kitchen.

I hold a bowl out to her, the steam from the food still rising from the food. "Here you go, darlin'." I say with a hint of a smile on my lips. "Thank you." She says happily, making her way to the table.

As I follow behind, I take a seat across from her, putting my own bowl down. My small smile stays on my lips as we begin eating, the food pleasantly warm. "So good." She hums out, her smile widening.

"I'm glad you think so." I reply, a hint of pride in my voice. I eat quietly, glancing up at her occasionally as she continues to enjoy the food. "I swear you can cook better than me." She jokes before taking another bite.

I laugh quietly at her comment, a slight smirk appearing on my lips. "Ah, I think you're exaggerating a bit." I reply, a hint of teasing in my voice, enjoying our playful banter.

She shakes her head dramatically. "Not at all. You're a great cook, I'm a great baker." A small laugh escapes her, making my heart flutter slightly. My eyes study her as she continues to eat.

"You really think so, hm?" I ask, humoring her. "Guess you'll need to bake something in the future for us to settle this." Her eyes light up again. "Yes. I'd love to bake you something."

I watch as she takes another bite of her food, thinking about something. "Hmm I could get some ingredients and the next time we both have some time off you can come over to my place."

A small hum escapes me as I process her words, a smile forming on my lips. "That sounds like a plan, darlin'. I'm holding you to that." I say, my gaze holding a hint of excitement at the idea.

The rest of dinner is spent chatting idly, our conversation bouncing from one topic to another. I chuckle occasionally as she tells stories and makes silly comments. I let myself relax completely, fully indulging in her light banter and playful comments. My eyes never leave her face, admiring every little reaction she makes.

"You have a habit of staring." She chuckles. I let out a small laugh, a faint flush appearing on my face as I get called out. "Staring? I'm just admiring the view, that's all." A cheeky smile slips onto my lips, my eyes still focused on her face