Demonic Family

Chapter 3

TW: Mentions of Valentino and implied abuse
A/N - This chapter will be focused on Angel and Alastor's relationship. The show didn't give us enough interaction between the two so I'm taking matters into my own hands.
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When their dinner finally came to an end he quickly retracted his thumb as he watched Husk stand, not wanting to be caught regressed.

Luckily for him Husk walked off without another look back at him, he didn't allow him to leave his spot, making Alastor, still regressed, sigh with boredom and annoyance.

His ears pin back to the side of his head as he sits there for a few minutes before Anthony approaches.

Anthony was nice to him, if not a little irritating with his lead than PG remarks directed at anyone and everyone, probably a result of his time with that dumbass moth overlord.

He's shaken away from his thought as he suddenly realised Anthony is knelt down in front of him with a gentle smile, a vast contrast to his usual cocky one.

"Tired, Smiles?" He asks, using that irritating nickname Alastor hates oh so much. That irritating nickname Alastor hates more than anything.

He hates smiling. He hates it. He just doesn't want Husk to know how much his command, his hold over Alastor, gets to him.

In response to Alastor's question his signature smile becomes more of a grimace.

He knew if he spoke that there would be a risk of his voice being higher pitch and the radio affect slightly weaker, which would clue Anthony into him being a regressor and currently in littlespace, but he knew that there would be a bigger risk of Anthony finding out if he didn't say anything so in the best big voice he can manage he speaks.

"I suppose I am a little bit, however, Husker has not given me permission to move from this spot." He responds, and he thinks he does a pretty good job at pretending to be big, which he must've done considering the spider man (*cough*marvel reference*cough*) in front of him.
"Aw, pfft! I'm givin' ya permission ta move n if Husk has an issue with that he can take it up with me. It ain't fair ta leave ya here like this all night." Anthony was surprisingly bold and straight forward for a man that's supposedly a caregiver, but then again he thought Alastor was a neutral so there was no need for him to be particularly gentle. "C'mon, ya must be hungry too. I sure as hell know I would be."

Alastor knew that he was likely speaking from experience. He was once superior to Valentino and spoke with the man regularly and that moron wasn't exactly secretive about how he treated his employees.

He was hungry, tired and most of all little. He just wanted someone to take care of him. He wanted to be cuddled and rocked gently while someone read him a bed time story. He wanted someone to prepare lunch for him while he listened to his favourite radio shows and drew pictures of things. But he knew he couldn't have that. At the very least he could have some food in his stomach and several hours of rest.

A sigh escapes his ever smiling mouth and he responds "very well" although his words are nowhere near as enthusiastic as they normally are.
"Atta boy" is the response that comes from Anthony, he really is an odd fellow.

He gets to his feet and follows him to the kitchen before Anthony turns around.

"Where do ya think ya going?"

And before Alastor can protest he's on the sofa with a blanket over him.

"You stay here while I make ya somethin' ta eat, yeah? I ain't havin' ya on ya feet anymore than ya already were."

His mother hen-like behaviour only serves to make Alastor feel younger and deeper in headspace as he nods like an obedient child.

"Good. Now wait here."