AHHH ALASTOR IN THE KITCHEN?!😍

pairing: Demon reader x Alastor

*Summary: Y/N is feeling hungry, and when she smells something cooking in the air, it leads her to the kitchen where she then finds Alastor.*

*Y/N's POV*

Man, Charlie has really been piling the work on me ever since the grand opening of the hotel, and the visit from Rosie.
I've barely had time to spare for myself or for a bite of food.
But in Hell's cause...good food is tricky to find.

I guess that's something I miss when I was alive, was good home cooked meals made from love.
But...what can you do?

I exhale, pushing myself up from the chair and deciding to head into the kitchen to see if there's a bite of food.
But while I'm on my way, I smell something...something...good.

I sniff the air, feeling my mouth drool as I feel myself walking towards to where the smell is, only to gasp/squeak and hide behind the wall.

I slowly glance through the corner, watching the tall, handsome, deer demon stir a pot of cooking food while he hums under his breath, one hand resting on his waist, his head tilted to the right side.

He has a head of red and black hair, with red and black deer ears, and antlers on his head.
He's not wearing his usual red coat, but instead, wears his only his red undershirt with an apron tied around his slender waist.

My cheeks grow warm.

That's Alastor the Radio Demon. A Demon known for killing Hell's overlords for mere amusement, also a demon known to make "Deals" with other demons.
You'll know its him...because of his smile.

I sometimes wonder why Charlie allowed him to help with the hotel, knowing his past...
...and I sometimes wonder why the hell every time I see him, I blush as red as his freaking HAIR!!

I sigh, shaking my head and standing up.
Maybe I should just leave and come back...?
But the rumbling of my stomach keeps me from not doing so.

I inhale a breath, and step inside, making myself known since Alastor hates being snuck up on.

"H-hi Alastor," I wave weakly.
His humming stops, and he turns to look at me, smile on his face.

"Why hello there Y/N! What brings you to le cuisine?"

My eyes widen. "You speak French?"
He chuckles. "Merely a few words here and there, nothing to brag about, mon ami."

God my cheeks must be bright red. To be honest...him speaking French is really attractive sounding.
But...he appears to be the type to know a language like that.

I tuck some hair behind my ear. "I um, just wanted to get a bite. Um...do you mind if maybe I cook an egg?" I ask nervously, knowing I have to stand right next to him while cooking.
The closest I've ever been to him since the months he's been here!

He shakes his head. "I do not mind, I believe I am nearly done here myself. Just a few minutes more," he smiles down at what he's cooking, which looks like jambalaya.

I nod, grabbing an egg and a pan, getting everything set up before I crack the egg and let it cook.
A plain egg...boring.

Alastor's dish though...it looks to die for.
And the SMELL! It smells amazing!

Mine smells like a regular boring old egg, but his dish...its as if I'm traveling to New Orleans itself by just smelling it.

Once my egg was completed, I go to the kitchen table and sit down, exhaling a breath as I pick at it for a moment with a fork, not really interested in eating anymore even though I already cooked it.

Alastor looks over his shoulder at me. "Overdone, my dear?"

I look up at him. How the hell did he know that?!
...well, I was cooking beside him.
I shrug. "Its alright, I'm just...gonna eat it slow." I force a bite in my mouth, trying to keep the grimace away.

God it taste like shit. Way to much salt AND I overcooked it.

He glances down at his jambalaya, silent for a moment before...
"Oh how silly of me! I do believe I made too much jambalaya for myself!" he turns towards me, two steaming bowls prepared in his hands as he smiles at me. "Would you be so kind and help me finish this off? I do hate letting food go to waste."

"O-oh, um, okay, sure," I say a little nervously.
He didn't poison it, did he? Oh god don't be stupid Y/N! He wouldn't do that!

"Splendid!" he comes and sits in the chair across from, setting both our bowls down.
I try to reach for mine, but when I do, he pulls it away.

I furrow my brow. What is he doing?

I watch him take a spoonful of hot jambalaya, before motioning it towards me. "Blow my dear, its quite hot."

IS HE GOING TO FEED ME?!
I stare at him dumbfounded for a moment, before reality smacks me in the face and makes me blow.

"Say ahh," he says in a sing song way, before he gently puts the spoon in my mouth, letting it go and pushing my bowl to me for me to do the rest.

Oh my god...THE FLAVOR!
Not to hot, not to bland, its PERFECTION!

He sees my pleased reaction, his smiling turning soft as he rests his hands in his palms. "I can see that you like it."

"Its amazing," I compliment, taking another bite. "You have to tell me the recipe."

He laughs. "I'm afraid not, mon cheri. Family secret. It is my mother's recipe."

"Wow, then she must be a really good cook," I say through my mouthful, before suddenly Alastor reaches up and brushes against the corner of my lip with his thumb.

My eyes widen and cheeks blush furiously.
I'm making a mess of myself aren't I? Good grief.

"Yes indeed she was," Alastor grins, "I always knew it was jambalaya night at our house when our neighbors would come knocking on our door. The smell could take out an entire block!" he laughs at his little joke at the end, before exhaling a soft breath.

"That sounds really nice," I reply, feeling a little wave of home sickness wash over me. It reminds me of the time I've spent with my family in the kitchen, cooking with them, just having a good time without a care in the world.

Feels like so long ago...

Alastor notices the change in my energy, before he clears his throat.

"Charlie isn't working you too hard, I hope," he says.
I shrug again. "Depends on the days I guess," I chuckle softly.

"Well, if you feel that too much is being piled up on you, do tell me. I could work something out."

Did he just offer to help me? ME?! A stranger?!
I smile softly. "Thanks..." I look up at him, "I'll let you know."

He smiles as well. "My dear, I do not mean to be forward, but may I point out that you have a lovely smile?"

I make a stifled gasp noise in the back of my throat, all of which I hope he didn't hear.
Why is he complimenting me all of a sudden?! And why is it making my heart pound out of my chest?

"Th-thank you," I reply through nervous words, feeling like I should return a compliment back. "I uh...like your hair."

He chuckles softly, not helping but reaching up and touching his hair. "That's nice, thank you darling."

DARLING?!

Suddenly he stands up. "Well, I fear I am ten minutes late for the second meeting with Rosie Charlie arranged," he turns to leave, "I enjoyed your company. Perhaps you can drop by again sometime. I'd quite like that." He nods at me. "Farewell, Y/N."

And then he's gone, out of the door, leaving me alone.
Shit...my heart is pounding out of my chest, I'm getting that tingling feeling inside.

Oh dear, I think I'm developing a crush on Alastor...

***
*Alastor's POV*

I exhale a short breath when I enter my hotel room Charlie had especially prepared for me.

Softly, I bring a loose clenched hand to my chest where I'm beginning to feel these...EMOTIONS I've heard people say.

I must admit, though Y/N and I aren't entirely close, nor have we ever spoken to each other beside that one time that just happened moments ago...I can't help but feel comfortable around her.

Like she's an old friend, or something more.

Oh goodness I've never felt such thing like this before, what do I do? What do I say? Ugh the questions!

Now now, those aren't important now.
What matters now, is getting through with this Hotel affair.

I walk over to my closest and put on my suit, before turning to see my shadow with its hands to its face, exhaling a breath with heart shaped symbols around him.

"Get ahold of yourself," I wave at it, and like smoke, it disappears.

Still though...I don't deny the fact that I too feel the same.

I smile softly, before whispering a few words under my breath.

"Elle est belle, tu ne penses pas?"

My shadow appears again, nodding at me with a thumbs up.
I exhale and roll my eyes, before hearing Charlie's voice calling my name down the hall.

THANKS FOR READING!!!

Translations!👇

Le cuisine: The kitchen.

Mon ami: My friend.

Mon cheri: My dear

Elle est belle, tu ne penses pas?: She is beautiful, don't you think?