Quite The Catch 〰 An Alastor x Reader fan fiction

Mellow Mornings

 
You rustled in your sleep, Chip batting at your hair. You slowly opened a eye and then the other. Adjusting to the light you stood up, petting Chip you went over to your dresser. You looked for a good outfit for today. You had plans to take a small walk in the forest and begin the final drafts for the advertisement.

  You settled on a tan dress with light blue trims and a light blue headband. I'll grab my supplies from last night, feed Chip, and then head out. You had thought about going to Evelyn's again but after yesterday.. No thank you! You thought spitefully.

  You grabbed another can and put the food in Chips bowl. Chip came running to the bowl meowing and almost tripping. You laughed and grabbed what you needed, put your shoes on and left.

  Making your way down the gravel road you thought back to your drafts. Ok so keep the Radio in the middle.. Have uh, what was his name again? Oh right Alastor, have his name trailing the bottom in large font. Then the channel number at the top.. Microphones at the sides and some other things.

  You approached the path, beaten down by cars and hunters. It was a Monday, the least busy day for hunters. Perfect! You continued along the trail humming a tune you heard in the station yesterday during your encounter with Alastor. A strange man he is, but it's disrespectful to dwell on such thoughts. You didn't mind him, he just came off extremely confident and well you're slightly shy. You're destined to be somewhat uneasy around one like that.

  You were looking around for a good spot to settle down. Your supplies were growing heavy. You found a place under a tree and decided to sit down. You worked at it for a while until you heard footsteps behind you. You didn't think anything of it until you heard a voice call out:
"Oh, why sorry my dear. Why is such a gal outside by herself?"

You turned around to see the owner of this voice, and your eyes laid upon a familiar face. Alastor? What is he doing here? You questioned. He approached you.

"Oh, I was just working on the final drafts for the advertisement sir.." You explained looking up at him, quickly standing up and wiping off any dirt you had on.

" Please, refer to me as Alastor, (Name) my dear" he said picking up some of your supplies for you. After gathering them up he lent you a arm for you to hold. You took it gently of course not wanting to hurt the man.

He led you down a less worn path through the woods. As you walked you wondered where he was taking you.
"Where are you taking me Si-" Alastor looked at you. "Alastor.." You tried to cover it up, looking to your right.

" To my house of course dear! I couldn't have let you get your dress all muddied up now could I? " he beamed. You both continued down the path until a house came into view.

When you approached the house you unintentionally clinged to Alastor. To your disadvantage he noticed this.

"Dear you have nothing to worry about!" He chuckled opening the door for you. Behind the door revealed gorgeous brown walls and red accents. He led you along to a table, with only a few chairs surrounding it. He set down his share of supplies and pulled out a chair for you to sit.

"Now what did you call these, Final drafts? Do you have one?" Alastor questioned picking up a drawing.

" Oh, Yes it's this one" you pointed to the one in his hands.

"Is there anything else you need to do with it?" He looked at you, tilting his head to the side.

"Well, I need to paint it, then I just give it to the station. They do the rest, they print it and spread the word." You explain making small hand gestures. Why am I even here again- Alastor looked very interested in the picture and you were scared. He's the host, what if he hates it! You were over thinking every little thing when Alastor stood up.

"Dear, would you like something to drink?" He asked snapping you out of it.

"Uhm, N-no thank you Si- I mean A-Alastor.." You said looking down. You hear the tap of shoes on the hardwood floor. You look over at your draft, some blue and brown here.. Orange over there. You mapped out the colors as you grabbed the tubes of paint.

You picked up your bundle of brushes tied together by a ribbon. Picking out what you need, you started to paint on the final draft. Doing the exact same process you always did, yet it felt different. Most likely on account of being in your clients house.

Alastor technically is your client, you're advertising him and his channel. You continued painting when you heard the faint foot steps come back, growing louder as they approached you.

Alastor sat down and placed a cup of water by the paint. You looked up confused. You said you didn't want a drink.

"Dear, it's not for you to drink. It's for your paint." He laughed.

" Oh, right.. " You trailed, zoning out in concentration. He watched you intently but seemed to be slightly bored. You tried to hurry up in case he was waiting for you to finish. You look up to find him staring right at you. You quickly looked back down getting back to work.

Sorry for not updating in a bit, The art up there is mine. I'm no art theif. I swear.  I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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