Stop denying it. (Alastor X Reader)

Happy Birthday! (Different storyline)

(So basically, since the other Happy birthday one was sad I decided to make another one. So this starts off from where things went downhill in the actual Happy birthday Chapter.) Ngl it's kinda short tho.

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"I just kinda thought we were having a moment."
Apparently that gets him to stay.

He turns back to look at me, and a genuine smile can be seen on his face that typically holds a creepy and threatening smile. Only a fool like me could possibly find him looking a bit innocent and kind right now, but others would imagine him having ulterior motives due to the kindness he's showing.

He comes back and I look up at him.
"We are friends. Right?"
There's a bit of static and a very long pause before he answers, but I don't mind. I'll believe whatever he says to me because he's always seemed honest.

He tells me we are friends and I smile.
It's a big smile that actually makes my face hurt a bit...
"I wish to see that smile all the time, Dear."
That makes me smile ever harder.

A yawn is let out and he insists that I head off to bed already. I tell him I'm fine but plop down on the floor and pull my knees to my chest, with my head now hanging down as I struggle to keep my eyes open. "I just need a second or so. But you should go, I'll be fine."

"Well I know you'll be fine, there's no danger in this hotel. Except me of course!"

He lets out a laugh and wipes away a fake tear. I tilt my head up to look at him and frown a bit. "I didn't care for your joke, Alastor."

He only shrugs. To be fair, I'd shrug too. It's not like I can do anything about his creepy and unsettling jokes. But maybe he'll learn it's not normal to be so different. Not that different is a bad thing, and besides...it suits him.

He watches for awhile as I let myself fall asleep and then quickly snap out of it for a few seconds because my head tilted enough to wake me up. He scoops me up after I leaned too much and the right side of my face connected with the floor.

While he carries me up the stairs I yawn and use my tired arms to poke at his ears—or what I think are his ears??

I poke a few more times and then they twitch. I can hear a low growl escape his lips and his eyebrows furrow a bit. I giggle tiredly and keep doing it until he tells me to stop. I apologize and make sure my voice sounds broken up about it so he says something nice.

It never happened.

We reach my room and he stops.
"Would you like to be set down? Or shall I carry you in."
I love what a gentleman he is.
"Carry me."

He shoots me a serious look and I quickly add please at the end. After that he finally opened my door and led me into my room, where he gently set me down on my bed. Which feels extra comfortable after today.

"I must admit that I'm still curious to see what Angel gifted you."

A blush appears on my face but I deeply hope that it's too dark for him to notice.
I try to shrug it off but he won't stop talking for some reason. He even mentions how he didn't like the gift Husk gave me.

I'm glad I am not the only one.

After I get him off the topic of gifts and all that, he tucks me in so that I'm comfortable under the blankets. He even fluffed my pillows, it was very sweet of him.

I roll on my side to reach over to turn on the lamp that sits on the stand next to my bed. He asks what I'm doing since I was supposed to be going to bed but I told him I wanted to read, suddenly he perked up a bit. Apparently he has some book suggestions that he thinks I'd love.

He snaps his fingers and a book on
pencil/pen sketches appears in his hand. I let out a loud squeal and push off the blankets to lunge towards the book. "Alastor! Can I have it!"

He pulls his arm away and I miss my target.
I fly forward off the bed and face plant which causes my nose to bleed. "Look what you did, Al."
I hold my noses and angrily make my way to bathroom to clean myself.

And while that is happening,
Alastor thinks about the nickname that was just given to him. How maybe it was unintentional but he ends up questioning it because of the possibility that it was on purpose. Running to the bathroom with blood pouring out of your face seems like a good reason to not ask about something like that...

I walk back in and he's flipping through pages in my notebook.
"That's private!"
I yank it away from him and hold it close to my chest. A small blush appears on my cheeks and I can feel how mad I am inside. Why would he be snooping?

"But your sketches are fantastic. Truly breathtaking and mesmerizing."

I raise a brow at him and almost laugh but keep it in by using a sarcastic tone.
"Really? Some quick sketches in a notebook has mesmerized that famous Radio Demon?"
He straightens up and clears his throat only to teleport the notebook back into his grasp.

I tell him that this is considered stealing and he responds with "We're in hell."

He flips through the pages and a letter falls out of one of them. Laying on the floor between us is now the letter that he had gifted me along with my other presents.

"Should I read that right now?"

He tells me no and says I should save it for sometime special.  Maybe he wants me to read it sometime that he's not around, which should be often considering he shouldn't be in my bedroom a lot.

He makes me promise that I'll save it for a special occasion.
I let out a yawn and stretch as I do. "Now it's really time for you to go to bed, Dear."

He tucks me in again and says goodnight. When he's gone I turn off the lamp and lay alone with my thoughts that swirl all throughout my mind.

I really want to know what's in that letter....