Alastor x Fem!Reader

Chapter 23

You woke up really early. Before the 'sun' had even risen. You threw off your covers and went to do your morning routine.

You used the bathroom, took a shower, brushed your teeth with a spare toothbrush you found underneath the sink, and got dressed.

Upon further thinking, you decided it would be nice to explore his house, excepting all the closed doors.

After a while of looking around, you came upon a room different than the rest. It had racks on the walls with different variations of hunting rifles. There were deer heads mounted on plaques placed carefully on the wall. You smiled.

All of the venison Alastor had was something he had hunted himself. You remember your father hunting. He would bring back a turkey near Thanksgiving. He would bring home a wild boar around Christmas. He never shot a deer though. You had no idea why.

"I see you've found my game room?" Alastor came up beside you with his arms wrapped around his staff.

"Oh, yeah. I was just snooping around," you told him, shifting from one foot to another.

"I trust you haven't opened any closed doors and have respected my privacy?" He leaned closer to you. You tail flicked once.

"Nope. I wouldn't do that. I was just... Skimming, I guess is the right word. Only open doors," you felt your head meet Alastor's shoulder. You let it stay there. He didn't tense up or flinch. In fact, he leaned closer to you.

"I like spending the night here," you mentioned. Alastor hummed in response and wrapped an arm around you.

If it was your choice, you would live with Alastor year round.

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The next two weeks of your afterlife went by in a blur. You and Blue became very close friends who talked nearly every day, you and Alastor started to act like a couple, Husk was such a dad like figure and gave you tips on how to make your fur look nice, and Charlie and Vaggie were the best moms you could ask for.

Just to clarify, Husk and the lesbian couple were not a three person relationship. It was almost like they shared custody over you in a way. It was really sweet of them to care so much.

Nifty only popped up when Alastor summoned her around you to help make food or clean up a mess. You wanted to get to know her better, but she was always so busy.

Today was the big day. You and Alastor had both practiced so much to sing in front of Lucifer, the hotel residents, and various other demons.

You were presently backstage with Alastor going over the song once more. His antlers were very large since it was Christmas Eve and he had strung lights among them. It was a detail you had decided to add and he reluctantly agreed to be festive.

"Al, are you ready?" You were adjusting his bowtie.

"Yes, dear. What about you, you seem the most nervous," he grabbed your hands and gave them a squeeze. Your ears perked up while your tail wound itself around your left leg.

You gulped and nodded.

"I'm just... I don't like Lucifer," you pressed your face against Alastor's chest and took in his calming scent. It was like a fire with a mixture of pine and tangerine.

He placed both of his hands on your back and patted you. It was a sign of support which made you feel better about everything. You stood up straight again.

"And now," Charlie was on the stage in an over the top elf costume. Green and red with curl toed shoes and a pointed hat with a bell on the end. "Alastor and (y/n)!" She backed off the stage and patted your back while you and the deer walked into the stage.

There was one microphone so Alastor summoned his staff with a dramatic eye roll. You took your microphone off its stand and turned to Alastor. Alastor raised his and you began singing along to the music with a cheerful tone.

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

I met a man who lives in Tennessee, and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific!

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you wanna to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home!

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly day

I met a man who lives in Tennessee and he was headin' for

Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie

From Pennsylvania folks are travellin'

Down to Dixie's sunny shore

From Atlantic to Pacific

Gee the traffic is terrific

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays

'Cause no matter how far away you roam

If you want to be happy in a million ways

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home

For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home

You finished the song looking at Alastor as he stared back. You had a big smile on your face as you put the microphone back on the stand.

Charlie began to walk back on as everyone in the audience began to cheer. You and Alastor returned to the backstage and he propped his staff against the wall. He lifted you into the air and spun you around, laughing.

"Oh (Y/n), your voice is spectacular! I just love hearing you sing!" He set you on the ground and pulled you into a hug.

"Thanks, Al. I could say the same about you," you looked up at him with a shy smile.

"It doesn't compare to yours, my dear," he leaned his face close to yours, so close, that you could have kissed him right then and there. his staff which was resting against the wall began to speak.

"I have to agree with you on that one, Alastor," he ruined your moment and looked back and forth between you and Alastor with his eye.

Alastor let out an annoyed sigh.

"I suppose it's about time for bed?" He said, reaching over and grabbing his microphone.

"Yeah. I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow morning?" You began to walk with him to the elevator.

"Yes. In the morning."

You arrived at your separate rooms and both went to bed happy, knowing tomorrow, you would finally tell Alastor that you loved him. He was especially excited since he'd been itching to hear it.