(DISCONTINUED) What a Performance! (SINGER!READER X ALASTOR)

Thanksgiving Part 1

"Tell me everything," said Alastor, his voice soft and caring.

You sighed. You really were going to tell him everything. But would he use it against you? Well, how could he? It's not career ruining, right? People would still like Lovely Chaos.

You took a deep breath and began. "Ever since I was eight, I loved singing. I used to have an okay singing voice, but when I turned about twelve it quickly went downhill. My singing turned to something more like a sick, dying whale. It was dream-shattering. When I made it to Hell, I was singing to myself while walking down the street. I realized people were staring, and I blushed mad and ran. But one girl chased after me. I yelled, apologizing for singing in public, but she caught up. I feared she would hurt me. But her voice was kind when she spoke. She told me I had serious talent and should join Lovely Chaos as a second singer. I agreed, but only after hearing a recording of my voice. I had somehow gained real talent."

Alastor nodded, leaning slightly forward, resting his head on his fist and his elbow on his knee. He's a really good listener... 

He slowly sat up straight, thinking for a moment. "Well, Y/N, do you want to find out how you gained this talent?"

"What do you mean?" you asked. You had never really thought about there being more to it than the transfer from life to Hell.

Alastor chuckled. "Well, my dear, miracles like this do not simply just happen! There's always a reason behind it!"

"Oh, okay. I suppose you're right."

"And am I ever wrong?" Alastor smirked.

"Yes," you said flatly.

The strawberry pimp awkwardly cleared his throat. "Anyway... Wanna talk about it over dinner?"

"Dinner? What do you mean?"

"Well, tonight the Hotel is serving a Thanksgiving dinner. Charlie's idea, of course." He muttered the last part. 

"Oh! I almost forgot that it's Thanksgiving in the overworld!"

"Of course, of course," Alastor mumbled. 

"Of course what?" you asked and Alastor jumped. 

"Nothing! Just lost in thought is all..."

You eyed him suspiciously. "If ya say so..."

~ Charlie's POV ~

I ran around the kitchen preparing food for tonight's dinner. Vaggie, despite being amazing at everything else, claimed to suck at cooking. Angel was out doing who knows what, Nala and Ace were out and about (plus they're more of guests than employees anyway), Alastor was nowhere to be found, and Y/N was probably still in bed. So I was the only eligible being to cook. Nifty was around, sure, but she specialized in cleaning. 

I was still rushing around thinking of what to do next. But then I realized that I only had one thing left! The tables in the Dining Hall needed to be set! But that could wait..

I wanted to figure out where Al was. I took the elevator to the floor that Alastor and Y/N's rooms were on. I knocked three loud times on Alastor's door. No response.

I knocked again. Still no response. I decided I would ask Y/N if she knew. 

I was about to knock, but the door was swung open by Alastor. "Oh, hello, Dear! Pardon me." He moved around me. 

Okay? 

I peeked in and Y/N was sitting on her bed, smiling at the ground.

I suddenly got a fantastic idea.

"That's a terrible idea!" Vaggie exclaimed. "Alastor may flirt with Y/N, but there's no way she would ever like him back! And I don't blame her! He treats her like property! Besides, the bastard probably only flirts with her to mess with her."

"Vaggie, you don't see the potential I see. But, I don't blame you. It takes a pro matchmaker to see the potential love between two rivals." I nudged her playfully with my elbow. She chuckled uncertainly. I planted a kiss on her cheek. "See ya soon, Love! I have a plan to put into action!"

(A/N: sorry this is split in two... I had not enough time to finish at school, and I don't have access at home, so this will be finished sometime next week... Happy Thanksgiving, my loves~!)