Alastor x Fem!Reader

Chapter 11

Lucifer lived in a large castle. When you faded out of the dark, you were instantly met by him which caused your tail to fluff up and you could feel your hackles raise.

"(Y/n), have you finally decided to accept my offer?" He got right up in your face. You felt Alastor wrap his arm around you tighter so you leaned into him.

"No," you said monotonously.

"No? Why ever not?" He stood up straight again.

"You invaded my dream. My personal space. Dreams aren't supposed to be controlled by others who want shit to get done their way!" You pulled out of Alastor's grasp and stormed at Lucifer. He backed away into a wall where you pinned him there with your finger on his chest.

He smacked your hand away.

"I'm the one in charge of your life down here, doll," he responded.

"The only demon in charge of me is me," you raised your hand and slapped him across the face.

"You know, I could kill you in a second," Lucifer said in an almost flirty tone.

"No," Alastor walked over and stood next to you supportively. "You won't kill her."

"Why? Do you want to do that? Are you playing with her now? Is she your new 'toy' Alastor?" He shoved you away and stared to shove his face towards Alastor's.

"Now what makes you think I would do that to (y/n)?" Alastor hissed defensively. With the tone he said it in, all the doubts that slithered into your head were exterminated.

"'Sheer, absolute boredom!'" Lucifer mocked. He pressed his hands up to his cheeks and smirked at Alastor.

Alastor went rigid. His back was straight and his eyes were almost as wide as his smile. Suddenly, his hand shot up and he poked a finger against Lucifer's shoulder.

"Don't you ever say that (y/n) is a toy again! If you do, I will find a way to hurt Charlie..." Alastor's pupils turned into radio dials and the space around him and Lucifer looked like the static on a TV.

Lucifer looked a little intimidated. Hell, maybe even scared. He would go nuts if anything happened to his daughter, no matter how much acted like he didn't care.

"And don't invade her dreams either," the deer had him pressed against the wall and was so close to Lucifer that their faces were mere centimeters apart.

Lucifer nodded and Alastor retreated. His face went completely back to normal and he stared at you happily.

"I believe that's the end of that. (Y/n), dearest, let's go back to the hotel," he chirped. You happily ran over and he hugged you close against him before the world went dark once more.

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About a week had passed since you and Alastor's talk with Lucifer. You had no more nightmares and Alastor had begun to grow very protective of you.

When a male demon looked at you the wrong way unless it was Husk, he would clench his jaw and watch everything he did carefully. If the demon dared to touch you, he would finagle his way in between you and the male.

If Angel Dust was doing anything vaguely sexual around you, Alastor practically dragged you away. You did your best to avoid the spider anyways, so this only happened once or twice a month.

Today was a big day at the hotel. It was Thanksgiving. Or hell's version anyway.

Anyone who didn't live in the hotel raided houses, stores, and everywhere else. The only safe place was the hotel.

Charlie celebrated Thanksgiving the right way.

She was in the kitchen with you, Vaggie, and Alastor. You and the radio demon were mashing potatoes and having quite a fun time.

"We have four more bowls to SMASH," you went into your full demon form to say smash which made Alastor chuckle. In your full demon form, your eyes turned entirely (e/c) while your fur fluffed out. Your spine grew spikes down to the tip of your tail and your claws grew and inch. Your ears perked up when you heard Alastor's noise of glee and you went back to normal, laughing.

Vaggie shot you the glance of a playfully annoyed mom.

One thing you had noticed about Alastor as it grew colder in hell were his antlers. They had gotten a little longer. They made him look a lot more intimidating.

This made you eagerly anticipate winter, when, you guessed, his antlers were full sized. He would look like a real deer, kind of. You smiled at the thought while staring at his antlers.

"(Y/n), I think that bowl is done," Alastor said passively. You looked at it and the potatoes consistency was a bit too thin. You winced and set it aside, grabbing another bowl.

Vaggie walked over with a bowl of stuffing.

"(Y/n), do you want to try this?" She asked you. You nodded and she hand you a spoon full of it.

It was so delicious.

"Wow, Vaggie, that's amazing!" You grasped the spoon in your right hand. "I'm gonna wash this real quick. Be right back, Al," you and Vaggie walked to the other side of the kitchen.

"I hate to admit this, but Alastor does seem to be nice to you," Vaggie sighed and set the bowl down next to a few others and leaned against the counter.

"Well, of course he is," you told her. "He's been acting like I'm the only thing that matters to him. He makes sure I'm warm, he helps me when I need it, he listens to me when I talk."

You washed the spoon thoroughly and looked over at Alastor who was focused on his potatoes.

"Maybe he," Vaggie paused in thought for a second. "Nevermind, I'm not sure he's capable of that," she tugged on her choker with one hand.

"What?" You looked at her after setting the spoon on a towel to dry.

"Love," she breathed. It was so hard to hear her say it.

You blushed a bit at the thought of Alastor loving you. You imagined all the possibilities.

Charlie bounded over to Vaggie.

"Hey Vaggie! Can I have some help with the turkey?" She held the gray demon's hands.

"Sure thing Char. Talk to you later,
(y/n)," Vaggie said as she walked away with her girlfriend.

You looked over at Alastor with a million thoughts racing through your mind. Did he really like you the same way you liked him? Would he want to hold you next to him while you both slept? Kiss you? Cuddle with you? Other, more intimate things?

The thoughts bounced around in your head. You couldn't stop dreaming up those scenarios. Could he think the same things about you? You walked over next to him and started mashing potatoes with him again.