requested by Zoeris1983

Pairing: Flower demon! Y/N x Alastor

*summary: One day while Alastor is walking around Hell, he finds a baby girl in the dumpster. Not having the heart to leave her behind, he takes her back to the hotel to care for her. But he'll need a little help from Y/N, which makes everyone else think that the baby girl, Y/N and Alastor look like a nice family*😉

*Alastor's POV*

Out of boredom, Alastor decided that a nice stroll through Hell's streets would do some good to fulfill his rather wasted time. So, after announcing that he would be out for perhaps an hour or two, he left, twirling his staff while whistling a static and quite jolly tune that used to play on the radio a lot when he was a young lad. 

Upon walking the streets for up to half an hour, he began to enter the quite crowded part of Pentagram city. A fun little fact, Alastor is able to walk on Hell's streets while his eyes are shut. Reasons why? Well, for one, he has this entire part of the city memorized, and two, he doesn't fear about bumping into anyone, because they all run away when they catch sight of Alastor. 

It's a little fun, to be honest! Alastor can't help but feel amused. 

During his stroll, Alastor suddenly hears the faint cry of what appears to be...a baby? Stopping, Alastor turns, staring down the dark alleyway where he can hear this...baby cry. How...odd. It's not normal to hear a baby cry in Hell. It isn't even COMMON for babies to be in Hell, most sinners down here have either been neutered or spayed, to avoid mass over populating. Though there have been accounts of some sinners who somehow avoided that and had children. Mostly imps. 

Curious, Alastor stops his humming, his boots making a loud clink sound as he walks into the alleyway's darkness, scanning his surroundings for wherever this sound may be coming from. The closer he neared the garbage can to the left of him...the louder it got. 

Extending a hand--and with a tilt of his head--he lifts the lid of the garbage, and to his shock, he finds a small baby, it's skin color a pale complexion, while its eyes seem to glow red with black pupils, much like his. 

Tears stain the child's blushing face as it continues to cry, and hesitantly, Alastor reaches out to touch the little hand of the baby. The moment his finger touched the child's hand, it's crying began to lessen, as its eyes stared up into Alastor's.

Alastor's lip's part. Who could do such a horrendous crime?! That is low--even though this IS Hell, this is unacceptable behavior. 

Gently, he picks the child up, cradling it to his chest as soft as he physical could, before his eyes notice the little stitching on the child's. rag blanket. 

Emma. 

His brow furrows. The baby's name is Emma? In conclusion, the baby is a girl. Alastor stares at her for another moment longer, debating what he should even do with her. He can't just leave her here; she would be swallowed up by the next demon sinner who finds her! Yes, Alastor is a serial killer, but even HE has his limits. And that is children. 

He would never hurt a child; he was too much of a momma's boy to do that. 

Hence why, he opens his coat slightly to tuck the baby underneath, that way she doesn't catch a chill--and that Alastor isn't seen holding a child, his reputation would be a stake!--and begins to walk towards the direction of the hotel. 

Emma begins to coo a little under his coat, and he shushes her softly. 

"No need to cry, little one. You'll be safe and sound where you're going..." 

★★★

*Y/N's POV*

Bored, you sit cross legged on one of the many couches in the longue, scrolling through a text message read that's conversation ended days ago, unamused and sighing softly. Nothing interesting happens at the hotel...

Well...that was until...

"Alastor?!" Charlie shouts suddenly as he jumps off the chair and runs to him, her eyes full of surprise and shock. "Whose baby is that?!"

Wait...baby...BABY?! DID SHE JUST SAY BABY AND ALASTOR IN THE SAME SENTENCE?! 

By now--including you--have gotten up to surround Alastor, voices overlapping one another as everyone asks question after question about where he got the baby, what's he doing with it, and if he stole it. 

"Lower your voices," Alastor says, almost protectively bringing the baby closer to his chest. "I found this child abandoned in the local dumpster."  

Upon hearing that, you clench your hands into fists down at your sides, planning the death of the one who abandoned a child as if it was useless garbage. You always had a bad taste/hatred towards those who in any shape or form disrespected or hurt children. Deep down...you loved children. 

Due to your human years as a woman, you actually had in fact two kids of your own, though an illness claimed the first--your youngest, being at the age of ten--, and the second had died from an accident while riding a bike--your oldest, being sixteen.

The grief of losing both your kids made you become addicted to pain medications, before overdosing one night and...finding yourself stuck in Hell because of it. All the while your children's souls...rest in the grace and tranquility of Heaven above. 

In all honesty, the only reason why you became a guest at Charlie's hotel was to try and see if you could get redeemed to find your children, though so far...it's been hard. Heaven...can be a mean bitch sometimes, turning a blind eye to those whose soul ARE worthy to enter the gates. 

"How...awful," Charlie's voice speaks up, causing you to be brought back down from your thoughts, as you watch as Charlie asks if she can hold the baby, which Alastor allows. 

"Aww," Charlie coos, the pupils in her eyes become star-shaped, as she raises one finger to gently caress the little chin of the baby. "She's so adorable!" 

"What's her name?" Angel asks, who also appears to be intrigued by the sudden appearance of a baby in the hotel. 

"The name on the blanket says Emma. Even if that isn't her name, I think it suits her quite well!" Alastor grins, before you ask Charlie if you could as well have a turn in holding the baby. It's been so long since you've held a child...you've missed the feelings greatly. 

Charlie passes the baby to you, and you hold the child close to your chest, smiling down at it softly as you whisper a sweet hello, and tell Emma your name. You're too focused on the baby to see the sudden 'cuteness overload' expression on Charlie, the soft smile on Vaggie, the little innocent smirk on Angel, or...Alastor's surprised expression.

It's a little surprising to Alastor, seeing how at peace and kind of soft you appear when you hold a baby. He's never seen this side of you, never knew it existed. He, of course, knows your story, but he was never able to grasp the realization of how much you love children, and how badly all you wanted was to be a good mother...

Seeing this little moment between you and Emma, he can't help but feel his heart softening a little at the adorable sight. All of which ends when Alastor gently reaches out to take the child back. 

"I have made the decision to take this child under my wing and protect her," Alastor states, causing all eyes to widen, due to the fact that Alastor DOES NOT appear the type to be a fatherly figure. Is this EVEN Alastor speaking right now?!

"Al...please tell me you ain't gonna eat it one day," Angel says, quite bravely, you'll admit, knowing that something like that being said cannot go without some sort of threatening act from Alastor.

Thankfully, Alastor had a baby in his arms. If he didn't...you know for damn sure Angel would have gotten some sort of injury.

"I may be a serial killer and cannibal, but I do not stoop to the levels of partaking my sins amongst CHILDREN," Alastor hisses, causing the spider demon to take a step back, raising his hands in defense before he initially turns to leave.  

 "Well, I think you're doing a good thing," you compliment, before Charlie chimes in as well. 

"Yeah! And if you need any help Al-"

Alastor cuts her off by laughing. "Haha! Oh, so sweet of you to offer, darling, though I'm confident I can handle this myself," he turns to go up the stairs, "how hard could it be?! Why, it's probably as simple as making jambalaya!" 

You stare at him for a moment, a little smirk on your face as you cross your arms. How hard can it be, huh? You just wait and see...Alastor.

★★★

In the middle of the night, you awake to the sounds of the baby cry across from the room you're staying in...and she doesn't stop crying...for about close to an hour. 

You finally slip out of bed, having enough of the baby crying, and losing your faith in Alastor actually knowing HOW to take care of a child, and you leave your room and knock on his door. You hear no response, so you decide to just open it and step inside. 

Alastor sits on his bed, one leg crossed over the other, his coat taken off and his sleeves rolled up as he cradles the baby in his arms, trying to do or say something to have her crying stop, though he fails at every attempt. 

You can clearly see that Alastor is SERIOUSLY struggling to keep his smile on his face. Oh boy, did he finally meet his match? Was it an innocent baby all along that could actually challenge Alastor?

You can't help but giggle on the inside as you approach him. "Need help now?" you ask, knowing that Alastor's pride is at stake...and that you'll be the one to break his pride and ego. 

Sighing exhausted--and relieved that you had come when you did--Alastor nods, passing the baby off to you. Swaying the baby side to side for a moment, you finally come to the realization that this type of cry is for food.

"Aww, you hungry Emma?" You glance around the room, "hey Al? Could you possibly summon like...a baby bottle and some milk formula?" 

He nods again, snapping his fingers before suddenly a bottle filled with milk appears before you. Your kind of jealous of him now...you wished you had that type of power. 

You don't have too many powers, due to your species of demon, being a Flower Demon, that is. But you make do with what you can and are capable of doing.

Taking the bottle, you check its temperature on your wrist to see if it's too hot. But it appears perfectly balanced between hot and cold, so you take a seat beside Alastor on his bed to demonstrate how to properly feed a baby. 

"So, make sure you keep her head steady, and make sure that she doesn't accidently drink to fast, because if she does, she might accidently choke. Here," you pass the baby and bottle to Alastor. "You try." 

Surprised--though trying to hide it--Alastor takes the baby, trying to hold her as you had explained before bringing the bottle back to Emma's lips for her to drink. 

You smile softly. What a rare sight to see, Alastor taking care of a child as if she was his own...how you wished you could take a picture, for memory's sake. 

A soft chuckle escapes Alastor's lips, his eyes going to meet yours. "I suppose it is harder than I thought. Thank you for coming when you did." 

You nod. "I know how scary it may seem when raising a baby alone. When my first child was born, I had to raise him alone because...my boyfriend was a douchebag," you sigh, clearly not wanting to dive deep into details. So, you quickly change the topic back to Emma. "She's adorable, isn't she?" 

"Quite so," Alastor grins. He never thought once in his life that he'd be here now. Taking a child under his wing, to protect and care for as if she was a daughter he spawned. Alastor's mother would be head over heels if she discovered that her only son finally had a child. It was his mother's wish...to be a grandmother.

A wish that was sadly never fulfilled before her time had ended. Something Alastor has secretly always felt bad about. But being here now--with this little twist of fate in his arms, Emma--he feels as if he finally made his mother's dream come true. 

He only wishes that she was here now to see it. 

Smiling, you touch Emma's warm tummy. "If you ever need any more help, you know I'm here for you. I have experience when it comes to children." 

"I might take you up on your offer," he grins, "thank you
Y/N...I mean it."  

You can't help but feel a little blush form on your cheeks as you quickly look to the ground to try and hide it. This was the most conversation you and Alastor had ever had before...there have been times where Alastor and you shared cups of coffee together, though there wasn't much conversation between the two of you. 

But despite all that...deep down, you always felt a little attracted to him. He was clearly attractive, and unique unlike any other male demons you've met down here. He had standards and respect for himself...you liked it. That and he was a gentleman to all women, another trait you really liked. Most male demons down here only view women as toys, but not Alastor. 

He was different...

Smiling again, you continue to touch Emma, already feeling yourself love her as if she was your own child, all of which Alastor sees, and smiles at. 

For a moment, his attention was on your hand that gently rubbed Emma's stomach, before he found his eyes traveling to stare into your face. 

Your skin was that of a pale purple complexion and color, while you have E/C on the left side of your face, but on the right side of your face, instead of having a regular eye, it is the head of a rose flower. 

You were quite pretty; unlike any other demoness he's seen down here.

Shifting to bring his gaze back down to Emma, his smile softens even more. 

Things won't ever be the same again...

★★★
*One Month Later*

*Alastor's POV*
★★★

Alastor sits on the couch in the longue, watching with much interest as you sit on the floor with Emma propped on your lap, as you held a tiny stuffed bear toy in front of her face, raising your voice to a cutesy high-pitched tone as you played with Emma. 

You're such a good mother...a good woman...over this past month of spending time with you, Alastor's beginning to feel his heart warm when near your presence, and his cheeks blush when your eyes look at his. 

The early stages of love...

Charlie sits down next to Alastor, watching as you play with Emma, not noticing the crowd you've attracted, your focus fully on Emma and making her laugh and giggle. 

"You all look like an adorable family," Charlie teases, nudging Alastor softly as she giggles to herself. There isn't a day that goes by where someone DOESN'T point out about how Y/N and Alastor look like a cute parent couple, raising little Emma. 

At first, Alastor took the compliments like a joke, before overtime...he began to find himself agreeing with them.

Turning towards Charlie with a smile on his face, he responds. "I think you're right dear, we really do look like a big happy family," Alastor exhales softly, his eyes falling upon you once again, staring at you and Emma as if you two are the only one's he'll ever see.

"I only hope that she sees it as well..."

At that moment, you raise your head, meeting Alastor's gaze, a soft smile forming on your face as your chest suddenly feels warm. 

Though you didn't hear the conversation between Charlie and Alastor...you could see a certain look in Alastor's eyes that you've never seen before.

It almost looks to be love...for you, and for Emma. 

What is this, you ask yourself, is this your newfound family in Hell, since you are unable to be redeemed and go to Heaven? 

If it is...then you feel for the first time in centuries...happy.

Maybe Hell isn't so bad after all.