Radio Edit | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

To Date or Not To Date? That is the Question.

I led Alastor into my apartment, holding my nose with one hand.  The radio demon peered around my home with a sardonic chuckle. 

"I see at least three empty whiskey bottles," He mused as he followed me back to the bathroom.

"Told you I cope with fantastic amounts of alcohol." I replied sourly, grabbing a towel and began wiping at the blood coating my face. I winced, inspecting the damage in the mirror. Alastor took the towel from me and turned my face to him. Gently, he wiped at the blood.

"I don't think it's broken," He observed, head tilting to the side. 

"Well that's good," I sighed, then added, "I'm sorry about how tonight ended." 

Alastor chuckled in reply, "Well, it was an interesting first date. That's for sure." 

I raised an eyebrow, "This was a date?" We had never clarified if it was actually a date or not. This whole night just didn't have a date feeling to it. 

Alastor chuckled, setting the towel on the counter. Taking a step towards me, he cupped my chin in his hand, tilting my face up to his. I closed my eyes as he leaned in and kissed me softly. His tongue ran along my bottom lips before he pulled back with his insane grin.

"There" Alastor said in a matter of fact tone, "Now it's a date."