A Deal Worth A Lifetime [ Alastor x Reader ]

Chapter 35: The End of the Beginning

Holding onto your vanity for purchase, heaving out a breath when the pulling stopped around your waist.

"Do I have to wear a corset?" Staring back at yourself in the mirror. The white laced restriction to your lungs practically glued to your skin. It's not like it was a necessity.

"Yes, you got away with not wearing one the last time, this time I'm making sure you wear it." Tugging on the strands of ribbon even more. Your claws extending into the wood of the vanity as you gripped onto it again. Large gouges left in their wake.

"Why are you lacing it so tightly?" A hand flying to your abdomen the moment she stopped. Turning your head to see no remorse on her features.

"It needs to be laced tightly, otherwise it won't sit right." Letting out a short yell as she wrapped the ends around her hands and pulled.

"Momma I can barely breathe." Her grip on the ribbon loosened, the corset letting up. Sucking in a breath and lowering your head. The sound of a door opening causing the two of you to see just who interrupted. A gasp leaving the blonde as soon as she saw you.

"I thought we talked about the corsets." Setting down the various bags in her arms onto the bed, rushing to your side.

"I'm her mother, she's wearing it." Mimzy tried to take the ribbon from her hands.

"And I'm the maid of honour," she managed to grab ahold of it, "I hid the death trap from ya last time, I'll do it again!" Holding her strand from your mother while she tried to get the other one. Both of them bickering back and forth as they attempted to grab each other's strings.

Trying to keep your breathing steady as the corsetry began to tighten. The sounds of their argument slowly beginning to fade. Lifting your head to look in the mirror once more, wondering why there were so many of you. Unable to keep your head up any longer or even breathe you tried to say something. Anything.

"Mim-" Barely a whisper left you as your head throbbed. The edges of your vision going black. A faint series of gasps sounded until suddenly you could breathe.

"As I said, deathtrap, for all of us," in the mirror you could see your mother give Mimzy a strange look, "if Al found out we accidentally killed his bride, we'd be next." The two started to undo the lacings of the piece of corsetry.

"Maybe we should do without the corset." Nodding at your mother's words as you took the deepest breaths you could.

"Please." Whispering almost breathlessly. Your headache ebbing away into nothing as they removed the death trap, as Mimzy had called it.

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"We don't have all day! Let's go!" Your brother clapping his hands for emphasis. Sliding the clipboard under his arm as everyone around the hotel rushed to get where they needed to be, "Al you can't wear red, this is a wedding, not an average day, Y/n will notice." Rolling his eyes as he changed his attire. He tried.