The next morning, I wandered downstairs. The house looked larger in the red morning light, and I wasn't quite sure of my way around. Following the sound of pots and pans in the kitchen, I found Alastor scrambling eggs and frying bacon, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he worked.
"Do you not have hired help?" I asked curiously, watching the Radio Demon cook.
"I don't like strangers running around my home," Alastor said cheerfully, looking at me over his shoulder, "Are you hungry, my dear?" Tucking a lock of hair behind my ear with my bandaged hand, I nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table.
"Thank you," I said graciously as Alastor sat a plate of eggs and bacon in front of me before taking a seat across from me with his own plate. I nibbled on a slice of the delicious bacon while trying to figure out what to say next. Thankfully though, Alastor took the lead.
"Do you have a friend you could stay with?" He asked, "Or another relative?" Wordlessly, I shook my head, appetite vanishing. Any friend I had made within our secluded time capsule had been chased off one way or another by Edgar and Mary. As for relatives, they were all I had here in Hell.
"I see." Alastor said, his smile waning a bit, "Well, we can't have you going back there. You are more than welcome to stay here as my guest."
"I can't impose on you like that," I exclaimed. Alastor had already done so much for me, I couldn't ask him to do more.
"I insist," He said with a dismissive wave of his hand, then added with a wry chuckle, "Besides, it will royally piss off your cousin."
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An Improper Romance | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series
RomanceThe stock market crash of 1929 might have been amusing, but living in Hell with your family most certainly isn't. That is, until an amusing stranger saunters into your life. From the creator of A Match Made in Hell, What Lovers Do, and many more. I...
