Alastor X Female Deer Demon Reader (Rewritten)

Why?

Y/N's P.O.V.

I ended up paired with Alastor, and not by any plan of ours. We drew straws-childish, but it made things a little more fun. That is, until the match was made. As soon as I realized I'd be stuck with him, the lightheartedness of it faded.

A small, one-eyed demon was bustling around us, cleaning frantically. She paused just long enough to introduce herself as Nifty, then resumed her obsessive tidying. Meanwhile, Angel Dust got paired with Vaggie, and Charlie was teamed up with a cat-bird demon named Husk, who seemed less than thrilled. As Charlie dismissed us, there was a slight frown tugging at her lips, no doubt worried about how this would all pan out.

Alastor wasted no time. He reached for my hand and, with a gentlemanly flourish, guided me toward the kitchen. His energy was almost infectious, though I knew better than to let my guard down around him.

"My mother made the best jambalaya-" he began, but I cut him off, holding up a hand.

"If you're about to say that your mama made the best jambalaya in the world, I swear, I'm going to slap you," I interrupted, my tone firm but teasing.

He arched an eyebrow at me, the ever-present grin sharpening. "Is that so?" His voice was smooth, challenging.

"Yes, because I make the best jambalaya," I shot back, crossing my arms for emphasis.

His chuckle was low and rich, as if he was genuinely amused by my boldness. In one smooth movement, he leaned in closer, his face just inches from mine. "We'll have to test that theory sometime," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Then, just as suddenly, he straightened up, all business again. "But right now, we're going to clean the kitchen," he announced, gesturing grandly with a sweep of his arm, like some kind of game show host.

I glanced around, confused. The kitchen wasn't exactly dirty. There were a few things that needed putting away, but overall, it was pretty tidy. "Uh, it's not that messy," I pointed out, still scanning the room. "We just have to put a few things up, and that's about it."

But Alastor just stood there, his grin unwavering. That should have been my first clue.

Before I could ask what he was thinking, I heard the unmistakable clatter of pots and pans behind him. My ears twitched in annoyance, and when I looked over his shoulder, there was Nifty, tangled in a heap of cookware, having fallen from one of the cabinets.

My eye twitched as well. So much for a simple cleanup.

I sighed inwardly, realizing this was going to be a very, very long day.

Alastor's P.O.V.

Ah, paired with her. How delightful.

The moment we drew straws, I could see the flicker of dread in Y/n's eyes. Poor thing. She realized, perhaps too late, that luck had abandoned her. But wasn't that just the charm of these little games? After all, fate always has a sense of humor.

The rest of the pairings were hardly interesting-Angel Dust and Vaggie, now that would be a spectacle to watch. Charlie and Husk? Well, that was predictable. But me? I'd drawn the most intriguing company of all. And oh, the fun was only just beginning.

I wasted no time, of course, taking her hand with a gentleman's flair and leading her to the kitchen. A little courtesy goes a long way in setting the tone, you know. "My mother made the best jambalaya-" I began, slipping into the pleasantries of conversation, only to have her cut me off with an unexpected boldness.