Taking Care (Alastor x human!fem!reader)

Part Two

The summer of '26

Today was a peaceful afternoon compared to many others, as there were only a few customers enjoying their meal. You just sat down, finally getting a moment to relax, when the voice you hated so much echoed through the diner.

"(Y/n), baby! Be a sweetie and come here, will ya?"

Francis.

Francis had become a regular fixture at the diner since his first visit months ago. He seemed to know your schedule better than you did, always showing up with a new way to make you uncomfortable with his crude advances. You rolled your eyes, looking at your colleague who gave you a sympathetic smile. You got up and made your way to Francis's table.

Today Francis came over with a new friend. You sighed - another new person to get embarrassed in front of. He seemed very familiar, but you couldn't really put your finger on it.

"Ah, there she is! My special girl!" Francis shouted as he got up, wrapping his arm around your waist. You almost puked upon hearing the possessive pronoun, your cheeks getting slightly red as the stranger looked at you with a soft smile. "(Y/n), this is my good friend, Alastor! You might know him from his radio show."

Alastor grinned widely as he stood up from his seat to greet you properly. He was well aware of Francis' tendency to be handsy but chose to remain silent on the matter. Instead, he gently grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on the back of it.

"Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart! Quite a pleasure!" he said in a smooth, charismatic tone, his deep radio voice sending a slight tingle down your spine. You smiled, just now realising where you knew him from.

"Wait... You're really... that Alastor? Alastor Hartfelt?" You asked, barely able to contain your excitement.

Alastor chuckled softly as he released your hand from his grasp, nodding.

"The one and only in the flesh, darling. I take it you know my show?" he asked, his smile widening.

"Oh, I love it! You're like... the most famous radio host around Louisiana!"

Alastor chuckled again upon hearing your enthusiasm, clearly enjoying your praise.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that I have such a devoted listener," he said, his eyes scanning over you for a moment in a way that was nearly indiscernible. Francis chuckled, his arm still around your waist.

"I told you she was a fan, Al," he said with a cheeky grin. "Now, sweetheart, how about you bring us that special pie of yours." his grip grew kind of tight on your waist, as you shifted uncomfortably. Alastor noticed the change in your demeanour and the subtle shift in your stance as Francis grew bolder with his touch, his own smile faltering for a split second.

"Why, that would be simply delightful, my dear," he said in a deceptively polite tone. Francis let go of you, which made you feel relieved.

"Any... Anything else?" you asked, smoothing out your apron.

"I'd like a coffee with milk, doll," Francis said, but you already knew what he would want, as it was the same every time. "What about you, Al?"

"What about a black coffee, darling?" He asked, not really having a chance to check the menu.

"Oh, trust me! She makes the best coffee. She can do a lot of things... A lot." Francis said, eyeing you up and down, as you tried so hard not to look away in disgust.

Alastor noticed the uncomfortable expression on your face. It was clear what Francis' intentions towards you were and even though Alastor didn't intervene, it was quite sickening, to say the least. As you left to go get the coffees, Alastor turned his attention towards Francis, raising an eyebrow.