The Gamble (Alastor x Reader)

Y/N POV

The rest of the night I would occasionally shoot glares at Lucifer if he stared at me for too long. It was very amusing to me thy I made him so nervous. Apparently, Alastor found it equally as entertaining.

We had all been sitting on the couches in the lobby, multiple conversations going at the same time. Charlie, her father, and Vaggie sat on the couch, Angel was on the floor, Niffty was in his lap practicing suffocating herself in his fluff, and Alastor was on the chair with me in his lap.

I leaned back and nuzzled my head back into his shoulder. The long conversation I had with my father had really worn me out and that was finally catching up to me. He kisses my head and wrapped his arms around me, emitting a soft static that made my eyes feel heavy. I let them close and slowly drifted off, the last thing I remembered was feeling my body rise from where I sat.

When I woke up, I was in Alastor's room of the hotel, feeling groggy but still decently rested. What confused me was not only that Alastor wasn't beside me, but that my clothes had been changed. I was left in my underwear and one of Alastor's shirts. My clothes from yesterday were neatly folded on the chair in the corner, so I assumed Alastor had brought me here to sleep and changed me.

I got up from the bed and stretched my arms, legs, then wings. Deciding to keep Alastor's shirt on, I thew on my skirt and shoes and left the room. The hotel was eerily quiet, but maybe that was normal these past few days.

I decided I'd walk to my dad's room, knowing he'd be there. I opened the door and my jaw dropped. I was right about my father being in his room, he was fast asleep in his bed. But what shocked me was that his head was resting on Angel's chest fluff. 'Oookay I'll come back later,' not wanting to wake them, I slowly closed the door and walked away as quietly as possible. 'I guess I'll just go find some breakfast.'

I stepped into the kitchen and found my loving boyfriend singing while he cooked some bacon and what appeared to be the start of an omelette. I smiled at the sight, knowing the song he was singing as my mom would play it in the house.

(Note: italics is Alastor, bold is Y/N, and both while underlined are together!)

"No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you~"

I smiled and let him continue, knowing that what he was cooking was most likely to surprise me for breakfast.

"I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you."

I joined in as he was transferring the cooked bacon to the plate. Turning around and beaming his sunshine smile at me. I walked closer to him and the second I was within reach, he pulled me in by the waist and we swayed together.

"Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me~"

He sang and placed a kiss on my head, making me smile even more.

"I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you~"

"Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me~"

I turned my head to the side and kissed his cheek, not being able to mimic what he had done when he sang the verse before. But, he understood what I was trying to do.

"I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight,"

"Just me and my radio~"

I smiled at the line, delivering it as if I were calling him my radio. Which he seemed to catch on to.

"Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you~"

We finished the song together, him spinning me around slowly. When we reconnected as we drew out the final word, our faces inched closer until our lips connected sweetly. Parting from each other, he rested his forehead on mine. Both smiling from our little duet.

One thing I hadn't missed about the hotel were the interruptions. We were pulled from our moment with the sound of multiple people clapping, making us turn and find everyone watching and clapping. Sir Pentious was even crying a little, which made me giggle a bit. "Awhh that was sssweet," he said as he wiped a tear from his eye.

"Well I'm glad you seemed to have enjoyed the show, chums." Alastor's tone was cheery, but clearly a bit irritated. I rubbed his shoulder and went on the tips of my toes, giving him a peck on the cheek.

He gave me a genuine smile and returned to the omelette, that surprisingly hadn't burned, and placed it on the plate then picked it up. Alastor extended the plate for me to take, which I did so happily and thanked him.

"Hey! How come only Y/N gets breakfast!" Angel whined to which Alastor shot him an irritated smile, quickly shutting him up. Alastor and I walked out to the dining table and sat next each other, talking while I enjoyed my breakfast.

Everyone crowded into their seats not long after and multiple conversations went about the table. I smiled in the direction of my father when I saw him talking with Angel, big grins on both of their faces. 'Yeah, definitely need to hear the story behind that one.'

Alastor's hand went to my thigh, a signal he started to use when he no longer wanted to be in a room with people, and I looked back to him with a smile. We excused ourselves from the table and walked outside to the hotel's garden and sat on a bench. We didn't talk, his head rested on mine and our hands intertwined, enjoying the other's company and the sounds of chaos.