Alastor x Fem!Reader

Chapter 4

Once you finished eating your crepes (which were undeniably delicious), drinking your coffees, and watching Alastor pay for the meal, you both stood up and left.

"I was going to offer to pay, Alastor, I have money," you were walking next to Alastor who held his hands behind his back.

"Yes, but I was the one who asked you to come with me," he retorted. "It's common decency to pay for what you plan."

He was right. The person who made the invitation always paid.

"Touche, you oversized twizzler," you nudged his arm with your fist while your tail swayed happily behind you.

Alastor shot you a happy glance and then went back to focusing on the sidewalk in front of him.

"So where are we going now?" You asked.

"The only shop I know in all of hell that doesn't sell whore clothes," he dramatically sighed and added a bounce to his step. "It's where I got my suit. I had it specially tailored to my liking. They do quite a good job," he adjusted his bowtie.

"Are you saying I could ask for something made to suit my likings?" You giggled at your own cheesy joke. Alastor just shook his head at it.

"Yes, (Y/n), I think you will find something quite... Fitting," Alastor looked at you as if his pun was the best thing since sliced bread. You stiffled a laugh and tried to refrain from grinning.

The rest of the walk there was quiet since quite a few demons were awake at night and not day. You found it comforting, just being able to walk down the street with your friend after eating a nice breakfast.

"We're here," Alastor announced, opening a glass door. "After you."

"You've opened so many doors for me," you observed, walking inside. "You're such a gentleman."

"I try," he followed you inside.

You looked around in awe. The entire store was filled with metal racks covered in different materials and dress clothes; suits and dresses alike. There was a small spinning display of dozens of bowties of all shapes, sizes, and colors.

"See anything you like?" Alastor was leaning over beside you. You looked to your left at a large piece of cloth that was a lovely shade of (f/c).

"That color over there," you walked over to the rack with the piece of cloth on it. "I think I want a shirt just like the one I'm wearing but in this color."

"Darling, think bigger!" Alastor encouraged. "What kind of outfit do you want to wear. A suit? Casual clothes? You can choose anything!"

You decided on a dress shirt in that color, black highwaist dress pants with gold colored buttons, and a black bowtie with a (f/c) center much like Alastor's.

"That's not much, but who am I to judge?" Alastor commented. You smirked at him and rolled your eyes.

Alastor, again, paid for it all. You felt guilty about it. Alastor was being so nice and you had nothing to give in return.

Once you tried everything on and it all fit, you walked out of the store with Alastor and back to the hotel. Since your feet were basically paws, you didn't need shoes. Plus, if you asked for them, Alastor would be more than happy to spend another hundred dollars on you. You just didn't want to make him do that.

"Thank you so much Alastor. How can I ever repay you?" You asked. He raised an eyebrow at you with a side glance.

"You don't need to, dear. I'd do a lot for a friend," he said. His hand was resting on your shoulder as you walked so you two could stay close together.

"I want to do something for you. I would also do a lot for a friend," you leaned into him earning a concerned look from a demon cowering next to a trash can across the street.

Alastor shook his head. "No need, dear, it's my treat," his voice sounded playfully annoyed.

You sighed and walked the rest of the way back to the hotel in silence.

At the hotel, Charlie was waiting for you while talking at Husk. Husk was ignoring it and drinking alcohol from a green glass bottle.

"Oh (Y/n)!" Charlie dashed over to you. "How was breakfast?"

"Good," you said. Alastor nodded beside you.

Charlie turned to Alastor. "Where'd you take her? Somewhere fancy?"

"Not overly fancy," he said. "I took her to get a decent outfit afterwards. Doesn't she look ravishing?" He motioned his hands towards you.

"Oh my gosh, she does!" Charlie chirped. She looked at your shirt and bowtie. "Are those buttons on your pants real gold?"

"I don't think so?" You looked at Alastor.

"No, just metal made to look like gold, dear," He chuckled.

"Good, I don't want you pampering her too much," Charlie placed her hands on your shoulders. "I have a really important question for you."

"Shoot," you said.

"Okay. A week from today, my father is coming to see how my project is going. I would love for you to sing a song for the guests on that night."

"Which song?" You asked, very intrigued.

"It's a song that he loves and almost everyone in hell knows. It's by Scissor Sisters-"

"Is it I can't decide?" You were practically bouncing with excitement. This was one of your favorite songs.

"Ummm, yeah," Charlie nodded. You made a small squealing noise to which Alastor reacted with a chuckle.

"Of course I'll sing that song!" You wrapped your arms around Charlie's shoulders in a tight hug. "Thank you so much for asking me!"

Charlie hugged back before you pushed away.

"Alastor, wanna come with me?" You turned to look at him.

"Where?" He tilted his head, making his ears flop in the cutest way.

"To my room so I can practice. If you don't want to that's fine," you told him. Alastor nodded excitedly.

"(Y/n), of course I'll come with you. I'd love to hear you sing!" Alastor summoned his staff, walked over to the elevator, and waited for you.

"Bye Charlie, I'll talk to you later!" You said before running off to join Alastor by the elevator.

"You never told me you could sing," Alastor said. You shrugged.

"I've known you for less than twenty four hours, and you never asked," you mentioned. Alastor opened his mouth to say something but then decided against it. You pressed the up button and when the elevator arrived, you and Alastor hopped on and rode up to the eighth floor.