His lovely demon belle

CHAPTER 17: Normal-ish?

After you finish getting ready for bed you sit on your bed facing Alastor. He hands you one of the bowls and a spoon. You look into the bowl and back at him "what's this?" He eats a spoonful out of his bowl and looks up at you with a full smile. "It's my homemade jambalaya! my mothers recipe!" You eat a spoonful from your own bowl "Wow Al! this is delicious!"

After a bit of small talk, you both finish your food and your both exhausted. You let Alastor stay the night, it was the first time he had actually slept in here, so it was a bit awkward. you'd never slept in the same bed as a man before, hell, you were still a virgin. But you couldn't tell Alastor that, it was embarrassing. In your life, you were more focused on other things rather than relationships, you had no time since you were constantly on the the run, until one of your friends ratted you out.

"What are you thinking about..?" said Alastor in a whisper. You felt his breath on the back of your neck, it was warm, and oddly calming. "Oh nothing, just lost in random thoughts" you whisper back. He raps his arm around you and pulls you tighter towards his own body. "..." he doesn't say anything, you feel him nuzzle his face into your back. You hold his hand while you both fall asleep.

A few hours later, you wake up to see Alastor has left your room. You decide that you should probably get up too, even with the splitting headache you have from very bad hangover. you put on a somewhat loose dress that was comfy, along with some casual slip-ons.

You head downstairs to find everyone at breakfast besides Angel dust, but that doesn't shock you a bit, honestly your surprised your awake. You walk into the room where everyone's eating, You notice an empty seat between Husk and Alastor, so you decide to sit there for the remainder of breakfast. Charlie smiles and says "Morning (y/n)" you nod. You were obviously in bad shape after last night. You lean onto Alastors shoulder and close your eyes, its bright, which didn't help your headache. Plus you didn't exactly have any medication in hell besides actual drugs because, well, its hell, and nobody cares about hangovers, or really anyone's problems in general.

Alastor looks down at your miserable self and chuckles, "Ah, this is entertaining!" you grunt and mumble "Shut up..". Alastor sighs and stands up. He lifts you up and over his shoulder and carries you out of the room. you make your way back up to your floor and he carries you back to you bed. He lays you down and slips off your shoes. He sits at the end of your bed and rests his chin in the palm of his hand. "You really are a mess right now" He says with a quiet chuckle. You wave at him because it was the best you could do to retaliate towards him at the moment.

He covers you up with your blanket, and puts a warm rag on your forehead. He pats the side of your body and stands up. "Well, you rest, I'm going out for a bit" before you could ask him where, he snaps and disappears. You shrug it off and go back to bed hoping for freedom from this awful headache.