Taking Care (Alastor x human!fem!reader)

Part Three

You were forced to work as a prep cook for the following week, finding yourself peeling potatoes and chopping onions for the entire day. On one hand, you were glad that you didn't get to see Francis again, but on the other, your bruised and cut fingers weren't so happy about the new position you found yourself in.

"(Y/n)!" you heard your colleague, Marie, whispering to you as she peeked inside the kitchen. "Someone's looking for you."

"Tell Francis I am not allowed to leave the kitchen," you said bluntly, rolling your eyes.

"It's not Francis," Marie said, crossing her arms. "It's Alastor Hartfelt! Don't tell me you're gonna turn him down."

"What?" you said, your cheeks getting slightly flushed as you heard it. "He wants to see me?"

"Yes! He said he wants you to serve him." you smiled slightly as you heard her, but you quickly turned away.

"I can't."

"What?! Why?"

"If Morrison finds out I am serving clients instead of chopping onions he's gonna cut my pay," you explained, knowing that your boss kept an eye on you since the glass incident.

"Morrison left to see his side girlfriend. He's gonna be away for a while." Marie approached you. "Come on! It's just one serving. It will take you five minutes. Out of all men, you can't be a bitch to him too!"

You scoffed. "And why would that be?"

"Because he is the Alastor Hartfelt?" you chuckled at her reason, putting on your waitress apron.

"Fine. I'll take his order and that's it. Ok?" Marie nodded and walked in front of you to make sure Morrison was not around. She nodded and you exited right after, looking around the diner.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Alastor, looking through some book, a soft smile on his face. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, taking a deep breath before you hesitantly made your way to his table. His eyes met yours, the smile on his face subtly widening and you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks.

"Why, hello there, my dear." He greeted, setting the book down in his lap.

"Good evening, Alastor!" you say, clearing your throat. "I heard you were a bit demanding with Marie." You smiled, trying to mask the flutter of nervousness in your stomach.

Alastor chuckled softly. "My apologies for that, my dear. I can be quite demanding at times." He stood up and gently placed a kiss on your wrist, just as he had done when you first met. You looked down, a smile tugging at your lips as you tried to hide your flushed cheeks. His gaze, however, remained fixed on you, scrutinizing every subtle movement.

"I'm sorry for last night... Hope you managed to get the stain out," you said.

"Oh, don't worry about that dear. I managed to remove the stain just fine." He smiled, taking a seat back on his chair, his eyes still fixed on your face. "But I do wish to finally try that pie my friend talked about yesterday."

"And a black coffee?" you asked, remembering about his order.

"Exactly." He confirmed, resting his chin on his hand. "You have quite a good memory, my dear." You chuckled at his compliment.

"Is Francis coming too?" you asked, thinking he was just late to their meeting.

Alastor shook his head, his smile turning into an amused smirk. "No, today I'm here all by myself. Are you disappointed?"

"I couldn't have been happier," you mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear you, knowing that it would be rude to talk this way about his friend. But the truth was that you were relieved that the asshole wasn't here tonight, especially after the events from last night.