10 Ways To Touch His Ears (Alastor x Reader Oneshot)

6 - RUN

Since I'm a little late with the upload, I'm treating you guys with a nice chapter. Have fun~

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You may be wondering; Hey (Y/N), the title suggests that you don't have an idea today. What are we doing?

Well, in that case you may have noticed that the title does suggest running.
Well, after the jambalaya accident I was in for a rude awakening. Alastor started retaliating, every time I got close he would either fluster me until I ran away or just plain leave. It was really difficult to get a time in for my new genius plan, which was totally gonna work by the way, but then he decided to take it a step further by wanting to touch my ears. Ofcourse I didn't like that, so I have been hiding from him for the past three hours.

Unfortunately for me, Alastor was good at hide and seek. Really good.

Occasionally I heard his sing-song voice call out for me, telling me to come out and play. It was creepy, and made me question if he knew where I was from the start.

So here I am, in Charlie's office (with her permission) because he has manners and he won't barge into Charlie's office without asking. And I made it very clear he could not be in here due to our little quarrel. Despite all this, I still made it a point to sit in the closet in case Charlie accidentally lets him in, somehow.

After another hour of sitting in the closet, scared out of your god damn mind, you gathered the courage to open the closet door, you heard it creak slightly and you felt your nerves dance around your skull as your hand gripped the handle harshly. Pulling it open slowly, you exhaled in relief when you saw nobody in the office.

Taking a step outside, your heart stopped when you heard somebody whisper in your ear: "Found you, darling."

You shot up, turning around so fast you got whiplash.

Alastor was standing there, in all his glory, eyes narrowed slightly and grin ever still present on his face.

His hands were behind his back, and his eyes were burning into yours. You gulped, and backed away until you hit Charlie's desk.

Alastor approached you, with not nearly as much caution as you took getting away from him, and leaned over to your face. The action made you blush slightly, and the anxiety was wrecking you from within. His smile seemed to widen, with amusement, perhaps.

Although, you may very well have been hallucinating since all the blood your brain needs to function properly is currently being used on making you look an embarrassing shade of red that quite matched Alastor's claws, which were, by the way, currently holding your chin up to face him.

"So..." He started, eyes trailing over you. "You thought it would be amusing to temper with my food, but here we are. You, frankly, don't seem very amused. What's wrong?" He mused, smugly. His eyes met yours again, and you found you were incapable of uttering a word.

"Hm?" He questioningly asked, beckoning you to speak. Finally, through your dry mouth you managed to mumble shyly: "W-well... you're um." You trailed off.

"I'm what, cher?" Alastor asked insistently, seemingly pouring every ounce of his concentration in staring you so deep in the eyes you wondered if he could see your soul.

"You're... um... I'm sorry?" You apologized, although it came out more as a question rather than a statement.

"Hm," He repeated, his words flowing out effortlessly, unlike yours. "We can't have that, darling. That apology was far from real and you know it."

He leaned in closer, effectively rendering you helpless and the apology that you had been formulating in your mind to dissolve into a pile of despair.

"Alright then. If you won't apologize properly, I guess I'll have to punish you."

You squeaked, loudly, and managed to shake him off you.

You unlocked the door, fumbling and ran out of the office, haunted by his chuckling with seemed to follow you all the way to your room.

You were very well aware he let you leave, but you didn't care. You got away, and you were a fool to think he wouldn't retaliate.