Hell's Angel (Alastor×Reader)

Evening

T/N POV

In the evening, we return to the hotel. It was getting cold, so we decided to head back.
After dinner, Vaggie and Charlie go to their rooms, while Angel, Alastor, Husk, and I watch a movie.
Alastor and I are on the rug, while Angel and Husk are on the couch.
It's a "romantic" movie, chosen by Angel.
With at least 20 extreme sex scenes.
Alastor is next to me, trembling. I don't know how to handle the situation, and Angel doesn't seem inclined to turn off the movie.

"Shall we change the genre?" I say, breaking the silence.

An: "But it's a fantastic movie!"

"I don't... I don't like it very much... and I don't think it's appropriate."

Al slowly and silently turns toward me, nodding frantically.

A: "Not appropriate..." he whispers.

H: "How about we put on an action movie?"

An: "What a drag..." he says, puffing.
He passes the remote to Husk, who puts on something more serious.
As the movie starts, I already see Al perking up. His ears straighten, and his eyes are glued to the screen.

From the description, I think it's about war—"The Pianist," World War II.
The story of what a Polish Jewish pianist went through to survive the occupation of Warsaw during World War II. Through his eyes, we see the hardships he faced trying to survive.

I liked it, Angel a bit less since he fell asleep with his head on Husk's lap.
But at least he didn't make stupid comments about the movie.
The end credits roll soon.

"Shall we go?"

A: "Mm-hmm," he says, nodding.
We quietly walk up the stairs, making as little noise as possible, considering everyone is asleep, including the couple on the couch.
As we walk down the hallway, an idea comes to me.

"Since you manage to sleep when I'm around, why don't you sleep in my room?"
I see him VERY hesitant.

VERY

YES! Very!

But then he nods again.
First, I go to my room, and he goes to his.
I need to wash my hair... what a pain.
I think as I run my hands through my hair.

I go to the bathroom and start washing it.

**Alastor POV**

I knock on the door a little later. Not receiving a response and having permission to enter without asking, I walk in.
As expected, there's nothing wrong; it's not Angel's room, after all.

I lie on the bed with an arm over my eyes.
I make the book float from the bookshelf to me.
When I'm tired, I usually ask myself silly questions.
Like:
How many pages does it have?
Or:
What if there's a secret page?

I don't know if it's due to tiredness or my mind, but I like to think it's the former.
In any case, I look for answers to my questions.

"Sorry I didn't answer!" she says, coming out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a towel.

A: "It's fine," I say, sitting up.
I see her struggling with her hair.

A: "Can I... do it?"

"Yes, thank you," she says, handing me a brush.
She sits in front of me, and I start brushing.

"I didn't know you were so good at this."

A: "I'm not, it's just gotten better since I've been here. I didn't have long hair before."
She stops.
She turns around and seems shocked.

"What?!" I look at her confused.

A: "I had bangs," I say, even more confused.
She widens her eyes and covers her mouth.

"I always thought you had it like this!"

A: "No! Gross!" I say, imagining my human form with this hairstyle.

"I think it would have suited you," she says, returning to her previous position.
I shrug in response.
Many people I knew had long hair, but I never particularly liked it. I preferred my classic bangs, which were still annoying because I could never style them, but at least they were decent.

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve..."

A: "Does it bother you that much?"

"It's just that the extermination is so close..."

A: "But we'll be in here, and they can't get in here."

"I know, but I don't like hearing the pleading screams of demons..." she says, sighing.
There's nothing I can do about it... I just hope it passes quickly and that another year starts soon, not that I care much, but at least it will be a "long" time until the next extermination.

A: "Done."

"Great, my personal hairdresser!" she says ironically, looking at herself in the mirror.

**T/N POV**

I turn towards him and find him enchanted. I blush slightly and look away, seeing the book on the bed.

"Do you want to read...?"
Please no! I'm literally falling asleep standing up!

A: "NO! I wouldn't understand a word," he says, making it float back to its place on the bookshelf.
I throw myself on the bed, more exhausted than ever.

"Hug," I say, opening my arms with my eyes closed.

A: "What a child," he says, following my instructions.

"Goodnight."

A: "Goodnight," he says, turning off the light with a snap of his fingers.

Author's Note

Sorry for the rather short chapter, but I didn't know what else to add. I want to write a separate chapter for Christmas Eve.
I hope you still appreciate the effort.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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