Synopsis: helping him with his wound
❗While this could be considered a oneshot it's part of >this series< I'm writing so I suggest checking it out since it's connected!
Tags: she/her pronouns, ace!Alastor, ace!reader, both are under the aro umbrella, unbothered queen x psychopath dynamic, reader is a bit of a menace and probably on the autism spectrum, dark topics.
A/N: English is not my first language so forgive my mistakes!
A few days after the extermination you started to notice how Alastor was being more... easily irritated by everything.
And probably because you were a deer too, you could sense his blood, something others didn't seem to notice.
You knew he got injured during the fight with Adam and it was evident that wound didn't heal.
With those thoughts in mind, one of those night you found yourself in front of his room.
He didn't answer, but you didn't give up.
It was a lie. You didn't know and maybe he wasn't there, but luckily enough he opened the door.
The smell of blood and smoke hit you.
"Whatever you want y/n, I'm afraid this is not a good moment"
It was rare for him to call you by your name.
"Is it ever a good moment with you?"
You said gently pushing the door, making him move as you entered his room, which both surprised and annoyed him.
"And what do you think you are doing?"
You decided to ignore his question and went straight to the point.
"The wound, how bad is it?"
"I don't know what you are talking about"
"Show me or I'm gonna tell the others" you weren't usually like this but you knew there was really no other way.
"Yo͈̙̦͢u͝ ̛̗͖̜́w͚͈̟̬̩o͈̙̦͢u̧͝lḑ̱̥̜́n͢'t."
His voice was threatening, his eyes pitch black.
But that never scared you.
"I'm gonna say sorry now for what I'm about to do"
Without hesitation you grabbed his collar, and opened his shirt, revealing the wound.
He quickly grabbed your hand and pushed it away, taking some steps back while his other hand pulled back his clothes and covered him again.
No one dares to touch the radiodemon like that, and whoever does, doesn't see the light again.
You knew that. You were always respectful of his boundaries, not because you were scared, but because you could understand and respected him.
You never touched him before, so how could you do something like that now?
"̣̝́Y͇̥͍̦̩̱̚oͯu ̔͒̐̏́l͙̬̞̥itt͊l͙̬̞̥̲̦e͕̬̔͛͌-"
He couldn't find a right word to call you as well as he couldn't understand the expression on your face.
Pity? Commiseration? No- it wasn't that, but whatever it was it irritated him even more.
Before he could think further, you took the knife from your belt, something you always had with you for self defense, and pressed it against the palm of your own hand, and as the scent of your blood filled the room, you put back the knife and stepped towards him.
You started at him and gently raised you bloody hand towards him.
It felt like approaching an injured animal.
You seemed harmless. He knew you were harmless. And you were very confident in whatever you wanted to do.
Probably because of that, or maybe because of the scent of your blood, was it always this intoxicating? he decided to move his hand away, leaving him exposed.
His eyes were still black and he was faintly glowing in green.
He didn't say it, but the message was clear.
Do something I don't like and I'm gonna make you wish you would die again.
You moved your hand near is chest, not directly touching him but close enough to feel the warmth of his body.
Then, your blood moved towards the wound with a dim light.
"I don't think it's gonna heal it but maybe it will help with the pain"
The moment your blood touched his wound, an instant relief filled his entire body. He quickly acted as nothing happened but after a few moments, his green glow faded away.
Even so, he felt like he had to take back the lead of the situation.
"And when did you discover this power of yours?"
"Before the extermination. I went to the doomsday district hoping to get better at fighting but instead, I found out about this. Kinda a stupid power in hell but maybe it can be useful for something like this."
"Useless for me to mention that I did not need your help"
But he wasn't refusing it.
Your blood alone didn't have the power to heal a wound caused by an angelic weapon, but it was the best painkiller he had till now.
And the scent of your blood was amazing. He ate other deer demons before but never a doe. His morals prevent him from hurting a defenceless woman- but right there and now he could have eat you in one bite.
He wasn't actually considering it tho- he's still a gentleman and you were too valuable and entertaining to be just his midnight snack.
You didn't move till the pain of keeping your hand in the air like that started kicking in. And then as you tried to move away-
"N͚̟͉̭̘͟o͈̙t yȩ̵̣̰͓̻͎͈̤̩͡t"
He said grabbing your hand and pressing it completely on his chest.
You didn't say anything this time.
You stayed like that for a couple more minutes till he finally let go of it.
He then fixed his shirt while a bandage also appeared on your hand with a green gleam.
He didn't thank you, not that you wanted him too.
He had to establish the fact that you were there because he allowed it.
You didn't help him, he used you.
Or at least that's what he tries to make it seem like with those harsh words. Even if he now felt better, his bad mood didn't disappear and he just can't let you think you saw a different side of him, a vulnerable one, from the "persona" he is.
But you don't care what he thinks, you just wanted him to feel better, so you nodded and started walking towards the door.
"When it starts hurting again you can tell me"
He didn't reply, he just waved his hand to say shoo.
As if the radiodemon was ever going to ask for help. You knew you will have to impose yourself again.
But just as you were about to touch the door handle, you remembered.
"Ah, I lied when I said I knew you were here"
You said turning back to him.
"And I also lied when I said I would have told the others"
"And why are you telling me?"
"I don't like lying to you"
He looked at you with a very confused expression before he busted into laughing, not a gentle one, no- what made him laugh was how stupid you could be.
Regardless of that, it was still the most honest laugh you ever heard from him.
"Oh dear, you truly are too pathetically good for our own kind"
He really doesn't get you and for how much he hated it, he loved how entertaining that was.
A few times after you lent your help...
"You really are putting a lot of effort to be on my good side"
He said as to make fun of your pathetic attempt while your hand met is chest.
"I already told you I have no reason to do that"
"Beside, I'm also doing this for myself"
So he was right, you wanted somethi-
"I hate the smell of smoke and you stink a lot of it lately. I'm reaching the point where I'd be fine with cutting my whole hand away to make you stop"
"Sweetheart, if you say things like that I may start smoking more"
"If you want my hand so much you could just take me to dinner"
It was clearly a sarcastic joke, however, he became quiter after that, but you didn't say anything to tease him about it.