Fear and Delight (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 12

You didn't move from Alastor's door. He didn't mind that you were now following him around or he didn't let on if he did. You couldn't look Charlie in the eyes and you could feel Vaggie burning holes into your back whenever you walked by her. Alastor opened his door, sighing as he looked down at you, forcing his smile to widen as you looked up to him. "Darling, you need to realize something," he hummed out. You slowly stood up, holding your tails in your hands. "You don't live anymore. You've died. As much as I love seeing people suffer, there's only so much I can take when it's my little pet."

You flinched at his words, nodding a bit and staring at the floor.

He stared, the buzzing getting loud before silencing itself, "Would you like a hug?" You looked up at him quickly, your eyes a bit wide as he wrapped his arms around you awkwardly. Your breath hitched and you let out a small hiccup. "Darling, stop crying. There is no man worth your tears, even your father." You choked and slowly wrapped your arms around him. His body stiffened and he sighed. "Yes, yes, let it out. Maybe you should talk to Miss Magne about what happened, no?"

It was your turn to stiffen in the other's hold, "Vaggie won't- I hurt Charlie." You sniffled and rubbed your face into his chest. Alastor looked about and slowly led you into his room with him, shutting the door and staring down at you.

"You lack control," he stated bluntly. There was no teasing notion in his voice but he said it as softly as he could. "That has always been your biggest flaw, my dear. Lack of control and drive," he sighed. You nodded a bit and he pet your head. "Darling, I think it's about time you try to do things on your own, don't you?"

You looked up at him and rubbed your eyes, your hands shaking and smiling a bit nervously at him.

"Yes, I know you're scared," he chuckled and wiped your tears from your cheeks. "But I'm not going to be there all the time sadly, like with your father." He looked you over a bit, his lips closed over his sharp teeth, "How is your stomach, by the way? Feeling any better?"

You nodded a bit, stepping away and rubbing your eyes, "It's better." Alastor waved his hand with a nod, the cane appearing as he opened the door with his free hand.

"Good," he cried out, "Very good! Now, shall we get to work? You've been so out of it I've been trying to plan this whole promotion event on my own!" He laughed a bit, holding the door for you before stepping out of his room himself. "I can handle it of course but you're the one that's going to be getting paid. We can't have you slacking off now can we?"

"No-no," you shook your head a bit as he held his arm out to you. You took it, keeping up with his steps as they hurried down the hall.

"Of course not! Now, this is what I have for now."

The tails hung up the garlands as your hands worked at the flower arrangement on the table. Niffty had proven to be the biggest help with putting this whole thing together physically. The energy she had made you feel like a snail and she had proven an endearing conversationalist. You struggled to keep up with the conversations but it was nice to hear someone like her talk. You fixed the table clothe and stepped back, turning to face the whole room. It was done and looked a bit more like the human world than anything else down in Hell.

You had scouted out with Angel the rest of the places through Hell even though it was mostly quiet between you two. He had been out when you got summoned but it was most likely that he had heard about it from someone in the hotel. It helped a lot that you were fresh when setting everything up. You picked up the clipboard with the small booklet of events on it, going through each page again like you had every hour since you started decorating. "Oh, oh, what about these," Niffty held up a small basket of damaged flowers and you stared at it for a bit.

"We can use them for some of the couple events," you gently lifted the basket with your tail, not making contact with Niffty. That was something else you had been avoiding unless you were with Alastor; physical contact. You were so scared of hurting someone else, of doing something you'd regret so much afterward, that you refused to even sit in Angel's lap while he did your hair. You had made sure not to touch anyone, only allowing them to touch you so that you knew they were in control of the situation.

"Oh! Good idea," Niffty jumped up and down, scurrying off to go take care of something else. You smiled a bit at her before walking to the kitchen, stopping in the doorway as you looked in at Alastor. He had offered to supply the food, the joy at the thought hardly being hidden when his eyes widened.

"Al-Alastor," you tilted your head a bit, grabbing a tail and fidgeting with the tip of it. He looked up from the pot that he was working over, an apron over his suit and the smile on his face genuine and broad.

"Why hello," he sang out. He motioned you over, going back to stirring whatever was in the pot. "It's almost ready to sit and stew," he hummed out. You looked over at it and he slowly pushed your head back. "Now, now, I can't have you getting your hair in it!"

"So-sorry," you put the clipboard over your mouth, your ears going back. Alastor took you in, a pleased smile crossing his face.

"You look marvelous in that my dear. I must say, I had a good eye," he laughed. You felt your face heat up and you fixed the skirt a bit.

"It-it fits perfectly," you nodded. He poked your nose and waved you away as he got back to cooking. You walked away, hoping he did know how to cook and you hadn't asked him to just because he was excited. You found yourself walking to Angel's door, a small knock before your nerves got to you signaling that you were outside. The door opened in a flurry, Angel looking down at you and a large grin coming across his face.

"Sugar Lips," he picked you up in a hug and you gave a soft laugh, one of your tails flicking. "What brings you to this humble crack house?" He set you down, leaning on the door and wiggling his eyebrows, "Come to finally pick up what I put down?"

You spluttered, hiding your face behind the clipboard while you tried to gather yourself, "No-no. I wanted to know if you- I mean you don't have to but, I wanted to do my hair." He laughed a bit and dragged you in.

"Why so shy? That's the longest you've talked to me in days! Of course, I'll do your hair," he chuckled. You nodded a bit as he led you to sit on a chair in front of his vanity. You cringed at all the makeup and the wigs that were on a shelf next to it. "What are we goin' for today, sugar? Elegant? Cute? Sexy?"

"Just, whatever looks nice," you're voice raised an octave, staring at him via the mirror. He smirked at you, leaning to your ear.

"Want to look nice for Alastor," it was more of a statement than a question that left his mouth and your face darkened. "You're so easy, sugar," he laughed.

"But it's-you're right," you mumbled. The clipboard was in front of your face as he stared at you in shock.

"Hell yeah! I'll make sure you get that prude pounding the shit out of you," he cheered. You whined as he started to do your hair, turning you around as he fixed it from the front and his lower hands coming up to your face. You flinched back, a huff coming from the spider as he held your head still and started applying makeup. "Stay still! This shit is expensive!"

"I don't need it," you whined.

"Just your eyes, sweetie. Just sit tight, would you? It's not like we're having a facial of cum," he snorted. You whined but obeyed as he continued his work. You weren't comfortable but he was doing something he loved so why not?