Alastor x Male Reader Prequel

A Generous Offer

Me: A new chapter and more important questions. Holy SHIT! Companies can no longer fire or adversely impact employment based on Sexuality and gender!!!!!!!! Trans and gay rights!!!
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It has been a straight week and Alastor hadn't seen (Y/n) at all. Alastor suspected the man changed his mind about seeing the spot, however he knew something had to be wrong given he hasn't been seen in town. Alastor decided. He walked to the hotel and asks for the room number.

Alastor finds the door and knocks. "Mr. (L/n)? It's Mr. Boudreaux..."

Silence greets him. Alastor knocks again and waits a few more moments before checking the door. It was unlocked. Alastor walks in and finds (Y/n) painting. There were easily six completed paintings strewn about, some were blotted out and a few canvases were broken.

"Hot cakes..." Alastor starts hoping the nickname will spark some response.

(Y/n) tears himself away from his work and looks to Alastor. He then looks around the room and the state it's in. The curtains were closed, the bed awry, paint everywhere there was covers, and (Y/n) in the middle of it. He jumps up and puts on a smile.

"I'm sorry! I didn't hear you come in! Let me just clean up!" He stands on wobbly legs and starts to bend down to pick up some sheets.

Alastor catches his wrist and (Y/n) stills. "Stop... it's alright."

(Y/n) sighs and looks away. "What do you want? Cause I can't just stop."

Alastor watches (Y/n) sit down on the bed and throws his arms out, "What's this?"

(Y/n) opens his mouth once and closes it before replying, "If I make more I'll get paid more... I can't just live at the hotel. The money will run dry, but I can't afford to buy a house nor do I know how to make one...."

He rambles on until Alastor puts a hand over his mouth. "That's all fine and dandy, but withering away painting sounds like it's doing more harm than good!"

(Y/n) sighs, "So what do you suggest?"

Alastor puts on a smile, "You'll last longer with a stable home. Why not find a friend here and ask to stay?"

(Y/n) shakes his head, "I refuse to be a burden to anyone here and besides I don't have any connections."

Alastor simply puts a hand out, "This won't do! You'll just have to stay with me. It won't be without cost."

(Y/n) eyes him, "Nonono... what do you want from me? My body? Money?..."

Alastor turns his smile into a more malicious grin, "An accomplice."

(Y/n) puts a hand to his chest, "Oh sweet relief! If that's all!"

(Y/n) puts a hand to his head and sways. Alastor notices and gently guides (Y/n) to lay down.

"Are you alright? Have you eaten? Slept?" Alastor asks.

(Y/n) hums, "What day is it?"

Alastor replies indignantly, "It's been a week!"

(Y/n) blinks. "Then I slept slept that night... I do believe I've had food... or I dreamt it... and now that you mention it, I do feel off."

Alastor shakes his head, "Take a moment, then pack up! I'll see you downstairs in five minutes."

(Y/n) sits up and gets a glass of water. He then grabs a mint and starts packing. He manages to clean everything up and get it packed into his bags. The paintings barely fit in his portfolio. He makes his way to Alastor and messes with his hair.