A Match Made In Hell | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

An Unlikely Turn of Events

It turned out the perfect cure to a long day of blowing a guy's brains out was a hot shower. I stood under the water for what seemed like forever, letting the warmth sooth my muscles and wash the blood away. Unfortunately, like most apartments, the hot water ran out way too soon. 

Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself up in my fluffy robe. Now that standing in the shower wasn't an option, a book and a cup of coffee sounded like the perfect end to the night. However, when I opened the door, I found Alastor sitting on my couch.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Alastor waved a wad of cash at me, "I came back to bring you your cut."

"Just leave it on the table,"  I sighed, "I'm going to bed. And, no, that wasn't an invite." I shot him a glare that could stop bullets. A grin spread across his face. 

"Unfortunately, bed will have to wait." He said, standing up, "We have another mission." I groaned in frustration. How many people did I have to kill before I could get a good night's sleep?

"What is it this time? Another mule? A guy who couldn't keep his mouth shut? What?" I asked bitterly, stomping into my room to throw some clothes on. I left the door cracked so I could hear him.

"A killer this time," Alastor replied from the other side of the door, "Apparently he killed someone's wife, and now that someone is willing to pay for revenge." I rolled my eyes. When did my life, or non-life as it were, become some super spy thriller movie?

Ten minutes later we were in a car, headed to who knew where. This car ride was longer this time, taking us through Hell's grungy streets to a trailer park flanked by woods. We pulled up in front of what appeared to be a condemned mobile home and got out. 

"Yeah, this defiantly looks like a place a murderer would live." I muttered under my breath. Alastor smirked and knocked on the door. 

"Oh Alan, come on out." Alastor called out. All remained quiet for a moment, before we heard a crash and the banging of a door. 

"Shit!" I yelled, "He ran out the back. Split up!" I ran to the right, while Alastor ran to the left. I vaulted over the ramshackle fence and sprinted towards the retreating figure running towards the woods. Alastor emerged from the other side and we chased him into the rather creepy looking trees. 

I thanked my lucky stars Alan was a fat bastard who probably had never ran when he was alive, much less dead. But my lucky stars were fading quick when I caught up to our victim. Alan spun quickly on his heel, swinging a giant meat cleaver. I jumped back in mid-stride, loosing my balance and falling backwards. I hit the ground hard, knocking the air out of me. Spots danced before my vision and my eyes rolled. 

Through my daze, I swear I saw a black and red deer jump over me and impale Alan with it's antlers. Good lord, how hard did I hit my head? But I did for sure hear Alan's high pitched scream and heard the thud as his body hit the ground. Moaning, I rolled onto my side and slowly tried to sit up.

At once, Alastor was at my side. He was drenched in Alan's blood and looked concerned. Gingerly, he picked me in his arms. 

"(Y/N)? Can you hear me?" He asked, eyes searching my face. 

"Bastard was quick..." I murmured, blinking away the spots clouding my vision. Alastor relaxed a bit and a slight smile came to his face. 

"But we got him." He replied.

We sat there for a long moment, staring at each other. Then, slowly, Alastor brushed a lock of hair from my cheek, leaving a small streak of blood where the hair was. But then his hand was covering the blood, warm and slightly sticky. I blushed as his lips came down on mine. His kiss was soft and inviting, and I could feel myself sinking into it. For a moment, I forgot about the body next to us, forgot about the woods, forgot about the pain in my back and head. I kissed him back, clinging to the lapels of his suit jacket. Too soon though, Alastor broke the kiss. I stared up into his red eyes, stunned at the turn of events. 

"Let's get you cleaned up." Alastor whispered, seemingly stunned just as much me. I nodded wordlessly in agreement. Then, he picked me up in his arms and carried me back to the car.