Twisted Fates || Alastor x Reader

Chapter 5: A Day and Night on the Town

As the two of you approached the elevators, you caught a glimpse of the operator boy. 'Poor guy,' You thought as you took a closer look at his face.

Dark circles were bordering his red tinted, glassy eyes. His cheekbones prominent and skin dull, as if he hadn't been getting the proper nutrition. Yet the young lad was still able to put a smile on his face and greet you both kindly.

"Afternoon, sir! And lady," He said with a charming smile on his face and slight southern accent as he lifted the top hat on his head, bringing it down and nodding his head slightly.

"Great afternoon, George! How are you holding up, dear boy?" Alastor greeted the young man in a jolly tone with his usual cheerful grin.

"I've been holdin' up, that much is certain," The George boy sighed deeply as he slouched and relaxed his body, and scratched the back of his neck.

"These recent strikes have me workin' longer hours on top of low pay," He chuckled dryly, his tone almost seething with annoyance.

Alastor sighed, "Ah, yes. The Elevator Strikes, they're calling them, am I right?" The boy nodded, rolling his eyes slightly.

An almost dreadful silence overtook the room for a moment before it was broken by George, "Goin' up, I presume?"

Al nodded with his usual grin as he turned to the elevator gates, still having your arms linked together as you smiled sympathetically at the George, which had went unnoticed to the clearly exhausted young man as he turned his back to the elevator, straightening his posture and feigning a cheerful expression.

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The elevator ride on the way up to his studio was silent, other than the faint sound of jazz music playing. But the silence was comforting in a way, having your arm linked with Al's, feeling his warmth, his presence by your side. It all made you feel safe, protected, content even.

As you and Alastor walked into his studio, you couldn't help but notice it was a bit on the messy side. Of course nothing too filthy, it was Alastor after all, just some newspapers lying scattered across the floor along with some crumpled papers which contained his previous or trashed scripts for his radio show.

"(Name), my dear," Alastor called out as he tidied up his work space, preparing for his broadcast which would be starting in just a few minutes.

You hummed, turning around and taking a seat on the sofa which sat conveniently close to the center of the room along with a coffee table and a recliner which matched the sofa.

Alastor had turned around and walked up behind the spot you were sat at on the sofa, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and leaning down, "I'll be starting my broadcast now, darling. If you need anything, help yourself to drinks or food from the fridge," He said softly, gently squeezing your shoulders in the process, his touch warm and gentle.

You nodded your head in response, grabbing his hand softly as he walked back to his seat in his work space. You sighed a bit as his hand slid out from under yours. Pouting slightly as you turned back around in your spot on the sofa.

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First Person, Alastor's POV